#heavy tfc

[lastchancestardomm]

Classic Heavy: You were the one who wanted a fair fight!

Heavy: *groans of pain*

Classic Heavy: And you're supposed to be dead!

Medic: I got better?

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Bite At The Hand

Rating: M. Wordcount: 342. Summary: RED and BLU Medic are stalked by CHeavy. Tags: Horror elements, stalking, yandere, yandere! Classic Heavy.

The two doctors turned to look at each other, raising an eyebrow. One, dressed in pastel blue, looked to the other and silently mouthed a word. He gestured to a plant a few feet from them, a large man crouched behind it. The blue one's eyes grew wide as he quickly directed his focus back to a water bottle. He picked it up, undoing the cap before taking a swig.

His red doppelganger followed his gesture, looking at the plant. The heart in his chest retched as he saw the familiar, hulking outline of a old figure. A chill shot up his spine as he quickly looked back to his twin. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his hands becoming clammy and shaky. His body trembled.

"What do we do, BLU? He's going to find me again." The RED whisper-shouted. His gaze flickered back to the plant for a moment, his eyes catching goggled ones. He looked back to his BLU counterpart, reaching out his hands and placing them on his shoulders.

"Don't worry, I have an idea." The BLU Medic said, grinning wildly. "He's been stalking you for some time, right? Then, maybe we can play his game." He darkly chuckled and put the cap back on the water bottle.

The RED tilted his head, looking at his twin with a puzzled look. Without any words, the other pointed to a nearby bathroom and grinned. He grabbed his hand, rushing over to the swinging door. The two entered the bathroom as the door loudly swung behind them. Tension filled the air thick as a knife.

The RED whipped around and watched as his twin began to undress. "What are you doing? Put them back on! He might come in here and-" A clump of clothes was thrown at him, making him tumble back.

"Give me your clothes, RED." BLU stated. His twin looked at him with a flicker of confusion. "If we swap clothes, he won't know which one is which. And that's how we get him."

[team-headcanons-2]

Classic Heavy and Classic Pyro are married. Evil power couple, they love doing their work together.

Slay

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

Cheavy reads to me like the kinda guy who won't eat a vegan burger because he thinks it'll turn him into a woman

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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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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."

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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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Dr. Cheavy

Rating: G. Wordcount: 100. Summary: CHeavy takes care of a injured Medic. Tags: Fluff, sick fic, food.

The doctor opened his jaw, rolling his eyes as the food was placed into his mouth. Slowly, he chewed for a few minutes before swallowing. He cocked an eyebrow to his partner before folding his arms across his chest. A frown creased over his lips, pouting. Blue eyes glared at his partner.

"Don't give me that look, sweetheart." The giant remarked and scooped up some more of the gunk. He held the spoon up to the doctor's mouth, slathering the cold food against his lips. "It's not my fault you injured yourself while working on a crazy ass machine. Heh."