CHEAVYMEDIC DAILY! 🕊️🐒

Side-blog dedicated to Cheavy/Medic! I post daily writings relating to the pairing. Feel free to send asks, ideas, or requests! Links: Strawpage | AO3 collection

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Old Clothes

Rating: G. Wordcount: 453. Summary: CHeavy walks in on Medic after work. Tags: Mild gore, borrowing clothes, embarrassment, fluff.

The door creaked open, its tall sharp frame screeching against the floor. A hulking behemoth of a man stepped inside, boots clicking against the floor, as his blue eyes looked around. His eyes, as pale as ice, fell upon a man dressed in a lab coat. The soft sound of hums filled the air. His visitor watched him silently, mind soaking in the pleasant sight.

The doctor held a smile of pearly white teeth. His large, red gloved hands fingered a pile of guts. A soft hooh! rumbled from his throat as he extracted a small, shimmering tool. It was speckled in dark red, the color almost like raindrops. He placed it to the side and returned back to the pile of guts.

The man by the door raised a hand and cleared his throat. Bushy gray eyebrows parted as his wrinkled, scarred mouth opened. "Hey doc, whatcha doin' in here? Shouldn't ya be preparin' for bed or somethin'? We got some bastards to kill tomorrow mornin'."

Medic piped up as his gruff voice filled his ears. He stopped what he was doing and turned, a smile brimming across his lips. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at him. "It's late already? Oh, silly me, time must have slipped by me!"

A laugh so thick, so entrancing like a drug, poured from Medic's lips. The older man's heart skipped a beat and his guts twisted. Medic cleared his lips and turned around, facing the table. He picked up the pile of guts, a bloody string slipping through his fingers. Walking towards another table, he dumped it into a large plastic container.

"I must thank you for stopping by, Herr Heavy. I might've worked all night without stopping!" Medic gleamed. He peeled off his gloves and slapped them onto the table. The front of his shirt was stained with blotches of dark red.

Medic turned to the Classic Heavy. "This is an embarrassing question but," The doctor's eyes dipped towards the floor. He gripped the hem of his light brown vest. "Do you happen to have fresh clothes? These are the only ones I happen to...have."

"Excuse me?!" The Classic Heavy's face turned bright red. "Ya mean with that big ass paycheck and the shit you blew our money on, you didn't buy clothes?!" His eyes blew wide as his mind raced. Frankenstein, in my damn clothes?!

Medic clasped his hands and nodded. "Ah, yes. It appears so. Those organs were quite tempting anyhow. They don't come walking in, now do they?"

"Well next time we get our paycheck, I'm buying you clothes. Got it?" The Classic Heavy crossed his arms. Medic smiled and nodded. "Does this mean I sleep in yours tonight?"

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Good Nurses Do As They're Told

Rating: M. Wordcount: 364. Summary: Medic revives Sniper. CHeavy is pissed. Tags: Spoilers for Old Wounds, smut, rape/non-con, physical abuse, slapping, face slapping, abuse, angst.

The brute clenched his fists as he approached the doctor. Clenching his jaw, his blue eyes burned beneath his goggles. "What the hell, Frankenstein?" Smoke practically shot out of his ears. "You fuckin' revived him?"

Medic's body stiffened, his gaze flickering to the naked man in the corner. A hand gripped his chin and pulled him closer. He stumbled forward, crashing into his boss. His blue eyes met goggled ones. A thundering voice boomed in his ears.

"The guy we shot - multiple times - because he was on the enemy team!" His boss raised a hand and delivered a hard slap across his face. Medic stumbled back, his mind reeling as a burning, hot pain bloomed across his skin. Another hand grabbed his arm and tugged him forward. He crashed into his boss' body again, hard as a boulder.

Medic let out a long, guttural groan as his gaze shot back to the other man present in the room. The corner which he stood had no trace of him. His heart swelled for a moment, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. The brute grabbed his hair and tugged it, craning the doctor's neck back to look up at him. Blood vessels bulged beneath the older man's skin.

"There's only one fuckin' thing you're good for, doc. And that's serving me." The brute pushed the doctor's head down to his crotch. Medic cursed under his breath and inhaled deeply. Of course, he was going to do this.

Medic nodded and used his teeth to unzip his pants. He swallowed down a gag as the stench of an unwashed body flooded his nostrils. His boss watched him like a hawk, studying his every move like a predator. The doctor fished out his cock and brought his mouth to it. He licked his tongue along the wrinkled flesh, the cock twitching instantly at the motion.

A sigh escaped his boss' lips and he relaxed. The grip on his hair loosened, allowing more freedom of movement. Medic worked the thick length into his mouth, his nose coming to meet his hairy crotch. He began to suck and bobbed his head. His blue eyes flickered up to his boss'.

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Damnation

Rating: T. Wordcount: 321. Summary: Medic and CHeavy end up in a void by The Devil. Tags: Spoilers for the Naked and The Dead, hell, soul stealing, major character death, revenge, death, swearing, angst.

"Frankenstein, where the fuck are we?!" The brute hissed, the flashlight's beam flickering to life. He turned to face his much shorter companion and shone the light upon him. Medic raised a gloved hand over his eyes and squinted, his gaze flickering down to a slip of paper in his hands. In the light, he could make out an inked drawing of a pentagram.

"Quiet, Schweinehund!" Medic snapped and grabbed for his former boss' flashlight. His fingers curled around the length, gripping it tight. He pulled it out of the other man's hand. The beam of light rolled around in the darkness.

The ground rumbled beneath the two of them. Medic cried out, falling backwards onto his ass. The paper slipped out of his hands and the inked pentagram began to glow a bright red. Booming laughter echoed inside the black, empty void, thundering in both mercenaries' ears. The doctor's heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as a blast of smoke emerged from the paper.

"Frankenstein!" The brute cried out and ran through the curls of smoke. Tears stung his eyes as smoke filled his lungs. He sputtered and coughed, pushing through the haze. His goggled eyes watered with tears as he stumbled.

"Did you really think you'd get off that easy? Both of you?" The booming voice sounded throughout the darkness. Medic perked up, a smile creasing across his face. Beads of sweat formed across his forehead.

"Ah, ja, Herr Devil." Medic chuckled and rose up to his feet. He dusted himself off before looking at his boss' silhouette. Raising the flashlight, he cast a beam onto the cloud. The voice boomed again.

"Sewing souls into people hardly counts as defying death, Mr. Ludwig. I'm afraid I'm going to have to refund some of those souls." The voice boomed in Medic's eardrums. A silence filled the room as the other man's coughing died down. Then, a loud thud.

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Superhero Business

Rating: G. Wordcount: 391. Summary: Medic is annoyed at the town's resident superhero. Tags: Alternate universe/AU, superhero AU, superheroes, secret identity. A/N: This concept is so interesting to me, might make some more based on this!

A figure zipped by overhead as a loud boom rattled the earth. Papers flew out of a doctor's hands, eyes growing wide. He flailed his arms about as he grabbed for each one. The once content expression on his face turned into a scowl as his gaze shot up towards the sky. His face turned a bright red.

"That verdamnt-!" The doctor spat as he grabbed a piece of paper. It crinkled under his fingers as he stuffed it under his arm. The rest of the papers scattered to the ground in a snowy flurry. He knelt down and began to pick up each of them.

"Hey, ya need help?" A gruff voice asked overhead. The doctor reached for a paper and grumbled under his breath. He looked up, a tall figure casting a shadow. Scars stretched across the man's lip.

The doctor tilted his head, squinting in the bright daylight. He seemed familiar, too familiar, maybe someone he knew? He opened his mouth to speak but before he could say anything, the stranger knelt down. His hand brushed against the doctor's, sending a shiver through his body. A blush spread across his cheeks.

"Ah, so sorry!" The doctor spat as he broke away from his face. He quickly scrambled to each slip, stuffing them in with the rest. He shot up from the ground and dusted himself off. A nervous smile stretched across his face.

"Ludwig." The doctor held out his hand to which the giant took. They both shook hands, exchanging kind smiles. "Most of my friends call me Heavy. So guess, you can call me that."

"Danke for helping me. I'm usually not this clumsy, mein Freund." Medic looked up towards the sky, a sigh of relief rattling from his chest. It looked like that superhero had disappeared. Sad, he almost wanted to meet him.

Medic turned back to the Classic Heavy. "Well, I have work to attend to." He laughed, the sound coming out like a cackle. He brushed past the man, walking with a pep in his step. As the man disappeared from his view, he couldn't help but realize the similarity.

Could he be him? No, impossible, out of the question. Medic shook off the thought and tucked it to the side. He didn't have time for such matters. He was needed at the hospital.

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Home, Where We (Don't) Belong

Rating: G. Wordcount: 448. Summary: CHeavy and Medic talk about home. Tags: Mild angst, childhood memories, implied/referenced abuse, implied/referenced death, childhood trauma, trauma, war trauma, beaches.

The giant turned his head to look at the doctor. "Hey Frankenstein," He said, a nervousness in his voice. The doctor looked up from his book. He tilted his head.

"What is it, liebling?" Medic flashed him a cheerful grin and laid back on the beach towel. He placed his hands behind his head, gaze shooting up to the sky above. His stomach twisted a bit.

"When this is all over," The Classic Heavy began, gaze flicking between Medic and the open ocean. He bit his bottom lip, chewing on it. His hands began to pick at a healing scab. "Are ya gonna head back to Germany?"

Medic's heart sank at the idea. He hadn't been home in so long. Was it even the same way he remembered it? The doctor rolled onto his side, a frown spreading across his lips. He looked up at the brute.

"I don't know." The words sunk past his lips, his stomach twisting. A heavy silence filled the air between the two men. The nearby crashing of the waves along with seagulls chimed in their ears. Medic's heart pounded in his head.

"Shit, did I strike a nerve?" The Classic Heavy scooted closer to the doctor. Medic shot up into a sitting position. He raised his arms in front of himself, obscuring his face. His gaze shot to the golden sand.

The Classic Heavy raised his hands. "Whoa! Sorry, doc." He moved back, dropping his hands to his sides. His gaze dropped to the ground.

"I'd get it if you'd wanna go back home. I mean, I sometimes miss mine." The Classic Heavy turned to look back at the sea. White foam stretched along the muddy shores, leaving bubbles in its wake. A smile stretched across his face.

Medic's gaze followed the Classic's. He lowered his arms and relaxed his posture. "What was your home like, Heavy?" He asked, the words a shaky babble. The knots in his stomach loosened at the change of subject.

A laugh rumbled out of the Classic Heavy's chest. He whipped his head to look at him. "Used to have mud battles. Ma had to hose me down to get all the gunk out. Still remember the putrid smell of it."

Medic's heart sank a little. His nose briefly flashed with the memory of ash clouding his lungs. And soot on his clothes and skin. He shook his head, snapping himself out of the memory. This was different, he reminded himself.

"That sounds great." Medic cracked a smile. He scooted closer and leaned his head on the older man's arm. His eyelids fluttered shut as he exhaled. He sank in the words spilling from his partner's voice.

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Apology To The Dead

Rating: T. Wordcount: 409. Summary: CHeavy thinks Medic is mad at him. Tags: Angst, corpses, necrophilia, crying, implied/referenced yandere! Classic Heavy, physical abuse.

"Frankenstein?" The brute poked Medic's decayed face. His mouth hung open agape, maggots crawling in the holes in his face. Faded blue eyes stared dead at him. The fabric of his white coat hung off his skeletal limbs.

"C'mon, you can't be mad at me forever! Stop giving me that look." The brute grumbled as he turned around, back facing the corpse. His lips tugged into a deep frown. Looking his shoulder, he began to walk away.

Flies swarmed around the doctor's corpse, one landing on his eye. His body lurched forward. The brute headed to a bucket in the corner of the room and bent down. He picked it up, turning on his heel. Water sloshed back and forth inside.

"If this doesn't wake ya up doc, I don't know what will." The brute hoisted the bucket up, letting out a grunt. He tilted it slightly and swung it. A wave of water flew in the air, splashing onto the doctor. He still didn't move.

The white tattered remains of his lab coat tinted dark, fat beads of water pooling into a puddle beneath. His jaw continued to hang open. The fly from before squirmed on the floor, its small black body rocking back and forth. It buzzed and attempted to beat its wings. The brute's boot came down upon it, crushing it in a single stomp.

A frown hung over the brute's lips. He grimaced and clenched his fist, goggled eyes burning with rage. "God-fucking-dammit doc!" He raised the bucket and swung it into his head. The blue plastic made a loud thunk! and within an instant, a loud crack! followed.

Medic's head ripped from its neck, leaving only a stump. It tumbled to the floor and his jaw came loose. The brute's gaze softened as the bucket slipped from his fingers. His mouth hung agape in horror, tears pooling in his eyes. The bucket fell to the floor with a thunk!

The brute dashed over and fell to his knees. He scooped up the head, rocking it back and forth in his broad arms. "No, no, no. Shit, doc, I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad, it was an accident!"

The stench of death pilfered the rest of his senses. He hugged the head close, black goo staining his overalls. Tears streamed down his face as snot clogged his nose. Wet strands of hair tangled in his fingers. Faded blue eyes stared dead at him.

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Possible Regret

Rating: M. Wordcount: 393. Summary: CHeavy questions himself the morning after. Tags: Fluff, implied/referenced sex, secret relationship.

The brute's eyes fluttered open, bright light flooding his corneas. A soft groan rumbled out of his chest as he sat up in bed. Ragged blankets surrounded him. The smell of something acidic filled the air, its presence sticking between his thighs. He cringed at the reminder of last night.

"God," The man placed his face into his palm. "What the hell am I doing? The almighty Heavy Weapons Guy turning out to be fucking a nurse." He threw the blanket off of himself. It tumbled to the floor in a heap.

The Classic Heavy rose to his feet, his weight making the wooden floor creak. He rubbed his eyes as a draft washed over his body. In the distance, his bathroom light hummed and flickered like a lighting bug. The door had been left open. A silhouette of another man filled his mirror, combing back his salt and pepper hair.

The Classic Heavy walked over to the bathroom and stopped. He raised his hand, knocking his knuckles on the wall. "Hurry up in there, princess." He chuckled to himself at the nickname. The image of his lover's bright red face, steam coming out of his ears, and stomping his foot filled his mind.

The man on the other side scoffed and rolled his eyes. He combed back another lock of hair. A towel hung snug around his waist and he wore a t-shirt much too big for him. The scent of cologne filled his lungs as he pinched a piece of the fabric. He brought it to his nose, inhaling the bodily aroma deeply.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. The doctor stepped out, draped in his work clothes. He hung the towel and shirt over his arm. "I believe these belong to you." He dumped the clothes into the Classic's arms.

The doctor brushed past him and skipped towards the door. He grabbed the door knob and cracked it open, looking over his shoulder. His smile shone bright, like a thousand suns. "Same time, next week? I look forward to it!"

With that, he slammed the door behind him. The Classic stood there, eyes drifting to the bundle in his hands. He bit his lip as his heart skipped a beat. This was all wrong, how long could he keep this up for? Yet, he adored the doctor's presence.

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Leg Injury

Rating: G. Wordcount: 409. Summary: Medic attends to CHeavy's leg injury. Tags: Injury, fluff, medical care, forehead kisses, kisses.

Red gloved hands squeezed the bit of fat around the brute's knee. "Does it hurt here?" The doctor's blue eyes flickered up to matching ones. A grin spread across his face as he squeezed the area. His fingertips dug into the neurons of his skin.

"Fuck!" The brute cried out, gritting his teeth. Tears filled his eyes as he took a sharp inhale. "Jesus Christ, doc! Yes, yes, that's the area."

"I thought so." Medic quickly rose from the floor, his lab coat fluttering with every movement. He raised his hand to his face and adjusted his small-rimmed glasses. "Alright." He clasped his hands behind his back.

"I'm going to need to apply some pain relief cream to the area." The doctor said. He turned around and walked off to a table tucked away within a corner. In the dark, green light of the medical bay, his shadow stalked forward. The scratchy and clean pull of the drawer filled the air.

Glass bottles clinked and rolled about inside, scratching against worn wood. Medic reached a hand in, pursuing his lips into a smile. He hummed contently to himself as he extracted a pink, plastic bottle. Turning around, he walked back over to the other man. He twisted off the cap and squeezed some cream onto his open palm.

Medic knelt down again and grabbed hold of the brute's knee. He began to massage the medicine into his skin. His gaze clicked back to the other's. "Now tell me, how did you end up spraining yourself? Surely work couldn't have been that bad!"

"Ya don't know the half of it, doc. Greg had me move some heavy ass boxes into another room. Pretty sure I ruptured something." The older man lowered his head and shook it. "It hurt like hell a few hours later."

After a few minutes, the cream's milky white flavor had faded into the brute's wrinkled skin. Medic smiled and shot up from the floor. He pulled off his gloves with them having a sharp squeak. "Hopefully that helps to ease your pain, mein Freund!" He smiled wide, exposing clean teeth.

Medic took a step forward and leaned into the older man's forehead. He closed his eyes, leaning in. His lips brushed against the skin of his forehead and a jolt shook his heart. He pulled off and stepped back a few. "And if you're still in pain, make sure to check back in with me, lieber!"

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Can you do a scenario where Medic tries to runaway or break the deal; but soon gets caught by the classic team. Resulting in Cheavy either abusing, torturing or rough sex the Medic.

Should've Stayed Put

Rating: M. Wordcount: 616. Summary: Medic attempted to escape. Tags: Injury, verbal abuse, physical abuse, mild blood, implied/referenced rape/non-con, whump, alternate universe/AU, alternate ending. A/N: Loved this concept so much! Might make more based off of this prompt because this is SO GOOD.

The wind whipped in the man's face, a dark lock of hair swept back. He carried a suitcase stuffed full of papers in one hand. In the other, he held a small birdcage under his arm. His limbs ached with fury as he ran across the barren field. Behind him, the roar of the much older mercs rang in his ears.

The man's heart pounded in his chest as his lungs burned. He looked over his shoulder, eyes falling on the small group. Then he quickly whipped his head back around. He held the frame of the bird cage close, softly cooing to his beloved pet. His breath trembled with each word he spoke.

"It's okay Archimedes. We're going to get out of here." The doctor said. His gaze lowered down to the small white dove on his swing. Its small body had a contorted shape to it.

A loud gunshot filled the air, making the doctor clench his teeth. His feet collided together as a sharp pain blast through his leg. He suddenly stumbled forward, the suitcase and bird cage flying from his hands. A scream tore from his throat as his eyes grew wide. He quickly looked down to his ankle, noticing a blooming red spot.

Pain whirled in the doctor's mind. He slowly rose up from the ground, his ankle throbbing in agony. A primal scream tore from his throat and tears burned his eyes. His hand flew to the bleeding site, feeling along a protruding piece of bone. He winced and quickly turned to the suitcase and the cage.

"Arch-Archimedes!" The doctor cried out. He began to crawl across the dry ground, fingers digging into the soil. His mind reeled as his heart throbbed in his throat. He reached out a hand to his beloved dove before darkness overtook his vision.

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The doctor's eyes cracked open within the dark room. He slowly looked around, gaze landing on a tall silhouette. It stepped forward and felt along the walls. Flicking a light switch, harsh light flooded the room. A sharp hiss slipped from the doctor's lips.

"Ya just keep diggin' yourself a bigger hole, ain't ya Frankenstein?" The silhouette's voice spoke. It stepped into the light, revealing a beet red face. His lips were turned up into a sadistic grin. He folded his arms across his chest.

"Lemme guess," The man began as he stepped closer to Medic. "We're too good for ya, huh?" He stepped closer, standing inches from the doctor. "Bet ya were only escapin' to go back to your old team. That's why ya had all your research in a suitcase."

Medic looked at the brute, his heart pounding in his chest. His lips formed into a thin line and he furrowed his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to speak, the sudden pain of his shattered ankle reeling in his mind. "Scheiße..." He cursed under his breath.

"You're really gon' wish you stayed put, nurse." The man stepped forward, placing two hands on the armrests. He leaned into Medic's face with a sneer. His gaze drifted down to his pants, a dark grin spreading across his lips. He raised his hand and balled it up into a fist.

Without warning, the brute punched Medic in the face. His fist came in contact with his nose, crunching the bone. A yell tore from the doctor's throat and tears swarmed his vision. His body shook from the impact, tears streaming down his face. Knots formed in his stomach.

"Besides, that's all you're good for." The brute added. He unzipped Medic's pants and pulled them down, the dark fabric pooling at his ankles. "Service." A dark glint became visible behind his goggled eyes.

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Boom

Rating: T. Wordcount: 264. Summary: An explosion goes off. Tags: AU, Old Wounds alternate ending, angst, mild angst, explosions, alternate ending, injury.

"Now stay right here, nurse." The brute barked an order, spit flying from his mouth. He turned around and started walking towards the exit. Loud alarms wailed in his ears, a red light on the wall flashing. As he reached the exit, a sudden blast shook the room.

Shrapnel and debris exploded in the air. The giant raised his hands in front of his face, the weight of his body shaking from the explosion. Dust entered his nostrils and filled his lungs. Hot tears burned the corners of his eyes, making his vision swarm with a field of blurriness. Ringing droned on in his ears.

As the dust settled, the brute lowered his arms. He looked around the room as the lights still flashed. His gaze shifted to the wall, a big hole having been blown in. He clenched his jaw in a tight grip. His hands morphed into fists.

"What the hell?!" The man roared as he snapped his head around. He looked around the room, mind racing as he found the rest of the room empty. A growl vibrated from his throat. His eyebrows furrowed together.

"Fucking knew it. 'Course he set the whole thing up." The brute huffed to himself. He turned around, finishing the walk to the doorway. Suddenly, a wheezy voice spoke, calling out for him.

The man stopped in his tracks, heart freezing. He slowly turned around and looked around the room. In the dust, he noticed a red gloved hand sticking out from a pile of rubber. His eyes grew as wide as saucers. He rushed over.

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Take Out

Rating: M. Wordcount: 378. Summary: CHeavy and Medic are a serial killer couple. Tags: Horror, gore, murder, organ harvesting, organ stealing, kissing, rain, alternate universe, serial killer au, disturbing fluff.

The axe came down hard upon the man, drops of blood flying through the air. Its sharp blade pierced the skull and shattered through bone. He instantly went limp and collapsed to the ground with a thud. A pool of blood began to grow around the body, seeping into cracks. His face remained locked in a expression of horror.

"Alright Frankenstein, I got 'im for ya." The axe wielder said. He placed his foot on the man's tailbone and grabbed the axe's handle, pulling it out. Rain drizzled overhead as thunder boomed across the sky. The soft sound of rushed footsteps filled the air behind him.

The brute looked over his shoulder, shaded eyes falling onto the approaching man. His hair was a mess with a black strand sticking to his forehead. He held a dark colored umbrella in one hand and a surgeon's kit in the other. His feet landed in puddles, splashing water all the front of his pants. He stopped in front of his partner and knelt over with a flushed face.

"Thank you so much, lieber." The man said and smiled. He stood up straight and approached the corpse, peering over with caution. Blood streaked down the pavement in faint streams. Without a word, the man knelt down beside the corpse.

"Heavy, bitte hold this umbrella for me." Medic instructed. The Classic Heavy nodded and took the umbrella, stepping under it. He watched as the doctor opened his medical kit and extracted his trusty bone-saw. A smile spread across his face as he went to work.

Bones cracking filled the air as Medic tore open the corpse. At one point, he flipped it around to see the chest cavity better. He removed each organ and admired them for a few seconds. Blood began to coat his sleeves and the front of his pants. The smell of iron hung in the air, making the Classic Heavy fight down the urge to vomit.

After about an hour, Medic stuffed the organs into bags. He dropped them into his box and closed it shut. Then, he rose to his knees and the two of them walked off. Medic wrapped an arm around the larger man and sighed. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips and giggled.

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Soon

Rating: M. Wordcount: 648. Summary: Medic wanders his home at night. Tags: Horror, necrophilia, kissing, food, medical, mad science, implied/referenced yandere! Medic.

The lantern's flame flickered in the dim hallway, a small aura surrounding it. A bare, trembling hand held it in its grasp. The shadowy outline of a man appeared as its owner, the floorboards creaked with each step he took. His white, lab coat hung off his body and flowed in the wind. He shivered.

"Hello?" The man called out to the darkness. He looked around the hallway, spotting the picture frames on the wall. Biting his lip, he inhaled deep in through his nose. His heart thundered in his chest.

"Calm down, Ludwig. It's probably just the house settling. Or a carbon monoxide leak." The man whispered to himself. His breath shuddered past his lips.

Medic walked down the winding hall, stepping into the kitchen. His hand felt along the wall and located a light switch. He flipped it, bright light buzzing overhead. The lights hissed as they sparked to life. A droning sound filled the vacant room.

An exhausted sigh escaped Medic's lungs as he blew the lantern's flame out. It died with a singular whoosh, a wisp of smoke left in its wake. Medic walked over to the counter and set the metallic lamp atop it. A small clink filled the air as he walked towards the fridge. His bare feet pattered against the tile floor.

Medic grabbed the fridge's handle and opened it. Cold air hit him instantly, sending a chill down his spine. He knelt down and reached into the fridge. A row of organs were perfectly lined up in the back, pressed against the wall. Beneath of them rested a pile of sealed food containers.

Medic grabbed one of the containers, black in color. He pulled it out and closed the fridge's door. Turning around, he walked to the counter and placed it down. He peeled off the lid as his eyes gleamed at the food. Drool began to coat his mouth as he darted a tongue across.

Medic picked it up and carried it under his arm. He grabbed the lantern, lighting the flame again. The fire glowed softly in the brightly lit room. Raising it up from the counter, the doctor made his way to the doorway. He flicked the light switch off and promptly left down the hall.

After a few minutes, Medic opened the door to his makeshift laboratory. He shut the door with his back and placed the lantern on a nearby table. Beside it rested a stack of papers. Further off to the side was a large gurney with a corpse strapped down. A nearby IV bag sat beside it, pumping drugs into its veins.

Medic pulled up a chair and plopped down. He smiled, idly humming to himself as he dug in. His blue gaze occasionally flickered to his latest experiment before returning back to his meal. He tapped his foot against the floor. Smatterings of cake lined his cheeks, specks of dark brown stuck between all too perfect teeth.

A sigh fell from Medic's lips as he looked to the corpse. He batted his eyelashes, leaning his face into his hand. "I miss you, mein Löwe." He mused. Slowly, he rose up from the chair and walked over to the long table.

Medic rested his palms onto it, the icy cold surface biting into his heated flesh. His eyes looked the wrinkled, decayed corpse up and down. The hair had dissolved away and its skin had become taut. At the foot of its feet rested jars filled with his organs. One of which his pale-colored brain with a piece of paper labeled as such with far too many hearts to count.

Medic smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his rotten lips. His heart fluttered in his chest at the brief contact. He raised his hand to the top of his head, caressing his forehead. With a smile, he whispered to him. "Soon."

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Distrust

Rating: T. Wordcount: 449. Summary: Heavy gets injured during a ball game. Tags: Blood, injury, distrust, polyamory, light whump.

The brute picked up the ball and proceeded to chuck it. It whizzed over the German's head, gusting his hair back. Both men's mouths fell open in horror as it soared high. Their gazes met one another's, bated breath shared. They began to dash after it.

The sliding glass door to their home slid open, revealing the younger giant. He held a tray of glass cups filled with juice. His blue eyes flickered around the grassy yard, gaze falling onto his partners. Looks of horror were strewn across their faces. Within an instant, the baseball from above crashed into the tray.

Glass shattered and multi-colored juices spilled onto him. The shards dug into the giant's hands and he dropped the tray. A roar of pain erupted from his throat as he gripped his wrist. He bent over, tears stinging his eyes. His partners stopped in their tracks and gasped.

"Heavy!" The German cried out, a hand flying to his mouth. He dashed over and knelt on the ground. "Let me see your hand, bitte." His blue gaze flickered to the man behind them.

"Get my medical supplies, quick!" The doctor commanded. His brute nodded and dashed into the house. He disappeared around a corner, the creak of a door being audible. After a minute, he came running out with a medical kit.

The German lead the giant over to a table, stepping over the mess on the ground. He pulled out a chair and instructed him to lay his palm out. "It's okay, Heavy. You're going to be okay." He cooed, rubbing circles into his back.

Heavy's older counterpart walked over and placed the medical kit on the table. He clicked it open, handing a roll of bandages to the doctor. Heavy winced in pain and gritted his teeth. His gaze met the brute's. "This was on purpose."

The doctor grabbed a part of tweezers from the box and began to pull out the small shards. "Nonsense, mein Bär." He said, pushing his small rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "It was an accident. Herr Heavy wouldn't do that to you, much less in front of me."

"But he could, doktor." Heavy retorted, his gaze darkening on the Classic. "He killed you in front of me. Remember?" A deep frown stretched across his lips.

The Classic Heavy sighed and shook his head. "I get it." He looked at Medic. "I mean if I were him, I wouldn't trust me either. Really hell no."

Medic sighed and shook his head. He pulled out another shard which made the giant flinch. "None of that. You both have no reason to fight. Especially since you agreed not to for me."

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Silent Visitor

Rating: E. Wordcount: 427. Summary: CHeavy breaks into Medic's room. Tags: Smut, somnophilia, consensual non-consent, rape/non-con elements.

The door to the bedroom creaked open, the sleeping outline of the German sprawled across the bed. His blankets were snugged over top of him as the shadow of his chest rose up and down. Dark hair had become a mess, a singular dark lock drooping from his forehead. Light flooded the doorway of his bedroom as a lone figure stood there. A dark grin spread across the intruder's face.

Boots scraped against the hardwood floor, creaks underneath droning out. The figure dropped his arms to his sides and slowly raised his hands. He approached the side of the bed, stopping for a moment. His gaze flickered over his prey's body. A breath shuddered past his lips.

The figure grabbed hold of the blanket and yanked it off, the fabric fluttering to the ground. His prey wore nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. As quick as a rabbit, the intruder climbed onto the bed. It creaked and sagged beneath his weight as he pulled off their clothes. With a wide grin, he grabbed hold of his hips and pulled him flush against his groin.

"God, I bet you're so tight, doc. Bet ya haven't been fucked since that bastard left ya." The brute growled as his heated hands slithered up to his bare chest. He brushed a nipple, the man underneath him shuddering. His fingers began to apply more pressure and squeezed into the sensitive area.

"Mm, that's it, doc. Ya love my touch, don'tcha?" A deep growl vibrated from the brute's throat as he began to ground his cock against the man's hole. The tip brushed it, pre cum licking the lining of his entrance. He chuckled as the resting man's hips bucked against him.

"Mm, fuckkk." The giant groaned. "Goddd, you don't know how long I've waited for ya." His hands slid down his sides and to his taint. He gripped the man's inner thighs and slowly spread them apart, pushing in without prep.

The body beneath him shuddered, a breathy moan escaping his lips. "H-Heavy…" He whispered as the cock shifted inside of him. His eyes fluttered open prematurely, blue gaze meeting his intruder's. A moment of silence filled the air.

"Dammit, Frankenstein!" The Classic Heavy burst out with laughter. He placed his palm on his face and threw his head back. "Ya opened your eyes too soon! You're really bad at somno roleplay."

"I-" Medic stammered, a deep red blooming across his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I'm still new to this whole. Form of roleplay where I'm submissive." He blabbed out.

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Our Own Little Universe

Rating: G. Wordcount: 402. Summary: God! Medic presents a new creation to God! CHeavy. Tags: Fluff, AU, God AU, space.

The giant held the small, glowing orb within his palms. He watched in awe as it crackled, brimming with electricity. It floated mere inches from his skin with a strong warm aura surrounding the ball. His blue eyes widened, mouth falling open. He looked up from it and towards the other god.

"Isn't it beautiful, Heavy?" The other with dark, twilight hair cooed. He pursued his lips together as a dark red robe traced down his back. His arms were adorned with drape sleeves, forming cuffs at the wrists. The outline of a dove was stitched into his crest.

The Classic Heavy moved his hands close to his chest, a smile forming across his face. "It's amazing, Frankenstein. What do ya wanna name it?" He asked, his voice a whisper as he held up the ball. It floated out of the palm of his hands, drifting towards the mini solar system above them.

Medic placed a red tinted hand onto his chin and looked down at the floor. Sprinkles of stardust littered the dark area, some having turned to ash. His lips drooped into a frown as he fluttered his eyelids shut. Thoughts formed in his mind like a flurry of clouds. Then, an idea like thunder struck him.

The god opened his eyes, human crafted blues lighting up with joy. "Archimedes. With the amount of energy I put into it, I doubt it'll ever die." He grinned wide, placing his hands onto his hips. "What do you think, Schatz?"

"I think it's a great name, sweetheart." The Classic Heavy smiled. He placed a hand upon his silver hair, tints of blue streaks glowing neon in the dim room. "Where'd ya come up with it?" He tilted his head and turned around, the two of them heading towards a door.

Medic locked his arm with the older god's, resting his head on his shoulder. The door to the room creaked as the Heavy pushed it open. A soft, dreamy sigh fell from Medic's lips as he batted his eyelashes. Both of them walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. In the next room sat a couch of which they sat upon.

"One of our humans named my doves it. I don't know what meaning they put to the name but." Medic began as he snuggled up to the Classic Heavy. "I like it. I like it a lot."

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My Name Upon Your Lips

Rating: G. Wordcount: 396. Summary: Medic doesn't like his name, Classic Heavy helps to change his mind. Tags: Secrets, established relationship, implied/referenced bullying, names, blushing, fluff. A/N: I'll be honest, I'm still coming to terms with the name for Medic 💀 Personally I consider it semi-canon due to it being not said in the comics.

"Herbert..." The breath trembled past the elder's lips, blue eyes locking with his partner's. A deep blush spread across his face and he covered his mouth. "Wow..." He mumbled to himself.

Medic looked down at the floor, biting his bottom lip. "It's an embarrassing name. I hate it." He said as he clenched his gloved hands into fists. "People always picked on me for it, Heavy."

A frown spread across the Classic Heavy's lips. "C'mon, don't say that, doc!" He wrapped a large arm around the doctor's neck, pulling him into a hug. "I think your name is great. It suits ya."

Medic shook his head. "It's a horrible name." He raised his hands and shoved the other man away. Tears brimmed the corners of his eyes, a soft sniffle falling from his mouth. "I've tried to change it in the past but my family always rejected my plea."

The Classic Heavy stepped back a bit and tilted his head. "Awh, c'mon! It's not that bad. I mean, how does it make you feel when I say it, Herbert?" He gave his partner a wide smile.

Medic looked at the man, a blush coating his face. He raised a hand to his cheeks and attempted to cover the bright shifting hue. His heart thumped at the roll of his partner's tongue, the adoration laced in every syllable. The blush grew more fierce and his face hot as fire. He covered his face, gaze flickering down to the floor.

"It sounds..." Medic began, turning slightly to view his lover. He replayed the sound in his mind to soak it in. His heart skipped a beat, a lump forming in his throat. He opened his mouth.

"It sounds nice. It fits coming from you." Medic confessed, voice falling to a whisper. His heart thundered in his eardrums as he tore his gaze away. "I...like you saying it."

A wide smile broke across the Classic's face and his eyes shined like crystals. "Do ya want me to use it? I mean, I don't have to if you don't wanna. And I can keep it private. Just between the two of us."

Medic swallowed hard and removed his hands from his face. He turned to look at him fully. "I'd...like for you to use it more. Though, probably in private. I'm afraid of what your team would have to say."