♡ The party buzzed with noise and laughter, but you and Heavy were off to the side, enjoying a joke only the two of you would dare. Both of you wore your usual uniforms—with one ridiculous twist. A sticky note stuck to Heavy’s forehead read “Sit Here,” and a matching one on your chest said “Face Here.”

Heavy’s booming laugh rumbled through his chest as he gave you a playful squeeze. “You are very funny, my love,” he said warmly, eyes crinkling with affection.

Scout nearly doubled over with laughter as he passed by. “Yo, that’s gold, big guy!”

“Leave,” Heavy rumbled, though his tone carried no real menace. Scout wisely scurried off, still snickering to himself.

The other mercs noticed, too—Demoman gave a drunken cheer, Engineer chuckled quietly, and Soldier, as always, shouted something about freedom, seemingly oblivious to the joke.

Heavy leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You are mine, and I am yours,” he murmured, his voice low and full of quiet affection.

He glanced between the notes with a mischievous grin. “So, where do I start, hm?”

You grinned, giving him a playful nudge. “You’ll figure it out.”

Hand in hand, the two of you moved through the party, the night full of laughter and love—just as it always was with Heavy by your side. ♡