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PyroMedic Week 2023 - Day 2: Rainbows & Fire
It looked better in my head omg, but I had fun with the rainbows.
I'm pretty sick rn and I think it that's why Pyro also looks like that. Medic was really difficult to draw. Humans are difficult to draw. Is Pyro even human? Does Medic have a monster/alien significant other now?!?! That's pretty cool tbh
I have a lot of headcanons and ideas I want to share, maybe that'll be for another day cuz I need to rest!!!
PyroMedic Week 2023 Day 7 - Free Day
I couldn't think of what I wanted to do for the Free Day and had another thing I needed to start writing so I decided to do art for it. Also, I'm trying to start doing better human faces, especially when it comes to the nose, it's time to drop the crutch of the open triangle nose.
PyroMedic Week 2023 - Day 1: Doves
I've been playing tf2 since december and I think I missed a lot of stuff cuz the game is super old, but I wanted to make some art and there's a lot of characters so that means a lot of ships and I love it!
Pyro is mysterious, adorable and horrifying at the same time. Medic is crazy, handsome and the most important merc of the team (y'all can try to fight me, but I won't answer cuz my english is really broken bye)
They're a really interesting couple and I just want to see them cuddle!!!!
PyroMedic Week Day 1: Doves
Shipweek hosted by yours truly!
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Medic, as a doctor and someone who didn’t always have the healthiest relationship with sleep, knew well the signs of sleep deprivation. The lethargy and lowering of motor functions, eventually culminating in the body deciding it had had enough and just putting itself to sleep regardless of what else was going on. Including in the middle of the battlefield, the worst place for such a thing to occur. And so…
“Are you sure you’re getting enough sleep?” he asked again.
Pyro nodded, this time without any hesitation. It would’ve been nice to be able to examine him properly, see how bloodshot his eyes were and how deep the bags were under them. The suit and mask made that impossible though.
“Then what’s wrong?” Because clearly something was. The past few days Pyro had been acting off and not performing as well in battle. Medic had brought it up but Pyro had brushed it off, saying he was fine. So Medic had figured that perhaps he was just having an off couple of days and would be back to normal again soon.
But then today he’d fallen asleep when left to guard the sentry nest. Something he was normally very diligent about, so much so he was the only one trusted to do so by himself. He’d even supposedly slept through the enemy Spy sapping everything, a difficult feat given how loud the sappers were.
Everyone’s first instinct had been to be mad, especially since that had been the tipping point leading into them eventually losing the battle. But then Engie had pointed out the obvious that something was clearly wrong, possibly severely so. Which lead to Medic pulling Pyro into his lab and sitting him down on the exam table the moment they got back to base to try to get to the bottom of it.
Pyro was being uncooperative though, far more so than usual. Even now, he just shrugged in answer to Medic’s question.
“Is it nightmares?” They’d established that Pyro had those sometimes, typically resulting in him burning something in the middle of the night. Perhaps, after everyone got mad at him for setting the fire alarm off in the while they were sleeping for the umpteenth time, he’d started responding to them differently. Such as just staying up the rest of the night, resulting in not getting enough sleep. Or maybe even just staying up to avoid the possibility of having one in the first place.
Pyro shook his head.
“Have you suffered from insomnia in the past?”
Another head shake.
“I want to help you but I can’t if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Really?” Finally a verbal response.
“’Really’, what?”
“You want to help?”
“Yes, of course.” That was part of Medic’s job and if he knew what it was he could fix it or at least make it better.
Pyro was silent for a few seconds as he gripped the edge of the table and lightly kicked his legs. Nervous about finally admitting to whatever the problem was or just general restlessness? Eventually he slid off the table to stand instead. “I’m fine. Sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He then turned and fled the room.
With a sigh, Medic watched him go. He could call him back but likely would continue to not get any information. So he’d just keep an eye on Pyro and if whatever was wrong persisted or seemed to get worse, he would force a more intense examination.
Later that night
Well if Medic was having trouble falling asleep anyway, he might as well get up and check to see if Pyro was sleeping like he was supposed to be. They had battle again tomorrow which was a good reason why Medic shouldn’t get up but tonight he had good enough justification to do. Not that he wouldn’t have been able to find justification under different circumstances but if he got caught, no one would be able to argue with him about the importance of checking up on Pyro.
First he started for his lab. If Pyro wasn’t asleep, he’d offer some medication to help and he needed some himself too lest he make a hypocrite of himself. Or actually, make more of a hypocrite of himself as he’d certainly fallen asleep during combat a few times and would likely do so again next time he got caught up in a project or experiment for too many nights in a row. He really shouldn’t do that but at least he’d been doing it less…
He froze as he turned the corner. The light was on in his lab. He always turned it off when he left for the night. Meaning someone else had gone in since he’d left and was likely still there.
Medic tensed as he resumed his approach. Luckily he was wearing his slippers, making his footsteps silent. He didn’t have a weapon but he could pack a mean punch when he put his mind to it. And there were a multitude of things that could be used a weapons in the lab – including some actual weapons – assuming he could get to them fast enough anyway.
Upon reaching the doors he carefully and quietly pushed it open. By some blessed miracle it didn’t squeak for once, allowing him to open it enough to poke his head in without alerting the intruder.
Inside was… Pyro. He stood by the doves’ nesting tree. They were utterly unalarmed by his presence, even letting him pet them. Indicating perhaps that this was not the first time he’d interacted with them in such a way.
“Is this why you’ve seemingly not been getting enough sleep?” Medic asked as he stepped the rest of the way into the lab, letting the door swing shut behind him.
Pyro squeaked as he snapped around to face Medic. He jerked his hands behind his back and sidestepped away from the birds. “Sorry. Sorry.” Whatever he said next was lost in a guilty sounding mumble as if he’d been caught doing something naughty and was expecting to get yelled at for it.
“You’re not in trouble,” Medic finally had to cut in.
Pyro paused, silent and still for a few moments. “I’m not?”
“Of course not. Why would you be?”
“Because you said if anyone touched your birds, you’d kill them. But they’re so pretty and I wanted to pet them so bad. So I sneak in sometimes, only sometimes, promise. But then they had babies so I’ve been sneaking in more to see them. Too much though, I guess. Tonight was going to be the last night. I never touched the babies, I promise. I only looked at them and pet the others. I won’t do it again though, I promise.”
As he spoke, Medic approached closer in order to hear him better. But even then, his words were only understandable thanks to how quiet it was in here mixed with Medic being used to deciphering his words though the mask.
“I guess that explains why you’ve been so tired lately.” Medic had been enamored by the newly hatched doves as well. So if Pyro thought he wasn’t allowed to see them, it made sense he’d go to such lengths to do so. “There is no need for you to sneak in at night though or to stop seeing them. You are welcome to come visit them in the daytime.”
“Really? But you said you didn’t want anyone touching them.”
“That was a long time ago.” Back when the team had first formed. “I know you better now so I know you won’t hurt them.” There were still a few people he wouldn’t trust alone with the birds but Pyro wasn’t among them, he’d proven himself to be fond of animals and decent with them. “So please stop depriving yourself of sleep to visit them. There’s no need for it and honestly, I wouldn’t mind the company in the daytime.” Most of the time whenever someone came to the lab it was because they needed or wanted something from him so having someone come for a reason other than that would be quite welcome.
“Thank you! Thank you, thank you!” Pyro did a cute little clap before closing the rest of the distance to give Medic a quick hug. It was a surprise but not entirely unwelcome.
“You’re very welcome. Now go get some sleep. I don’t want you falling asleep on the battlefield again, okay?”
“Okay. See you tomorrow then. Good night.”
“Yes, yes. Good night,” Medic said as he watched him leave with a spring in his step.
Well, that solved the problem of what was wrong with Pyro. Thankfully it was nothing major and would now be fixed. And seems Medic would be seeing a bit more of him in the future. That was okay though, his enthusiasm was endearing and mixed with the fact he was also a competent killer made him quite fascinating.
PyroMedic Week 2023
Dates will be April 9th to April 15th. A solid month I think is a good amount of heads up. Feel free to @ me and the main tag will be pyromedicweek2023. You don't have to do something for everyday or even strictly follow the prompts if you don't want to. OC's are welcome, especially since with how much is left up to interpretation with Pyro, he's kinda always partially an OC anyway. SFW stuff is preferred but if you really want to you can ignore that, I just won't reblog it because I try to keep my blogs SFW these days (also, obviously be sure to tag it properly).
Prompts:
Day 1 (April 9th): Doves
Day 2 (April 10th): Rainbows & Fire
Day 3 (April 11th): AU of Your Choice
Day 4 (April 12th): Dangerous
Day 5 (April 13th): Safe
Day 6 (April 14th): Angst or Fluff
Day 7 (April 15th): Free Day
PyroMedic Week 2023: Day 3: AU of Your Choice
I chose my Space Mercs AU because I chose this prompt solely so I could do that. Initially I was thinking of writing the moment when their relationship becomes more than just friendship (they confess or one of them makes a move or something like that) but then when I sat down to write I realized I should put that in the main Space Mercs AU fic because it deserves to be there. So instead, this is just them realizing that their feelings are more than solely friendly towards each other. I will do the proper them getting together soon... maybe, hopefully.
Anyway, if you're unfamiliar with the AU, all you need to know for this is that Pyro's an amphibious alien, think like the Shape of Water guy but slimy amphibian fellow instead of a scaly fish man. The way the crew finds out is Pyro almost dies in a space ship crash (relevant only because it's mentioned here.)
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“I would love an opportunity to dissect you properly one day,” Medic said as he pushed the x-ray machine aside. It wasn’t state of the art but it was still perfectly good for making sure all the internal damage Pyro had taken in the crash was indeed healing well. What it couldn’t do though was be a good substitute for seeing all the organs and bones in person. No technology, no matter how advanced, could.
Pyro didn’t bother responding. He’d already made it clear that while he didn’t mind Medic studying him – and even seemed to enjoy the attention – he didn’t want to be dissected. Part of Medic was tempted to just do it anyway but despite himself he’d grown fond of Pyro and didn’t want to break his trust or cause him significant distress. That was always the problem with growing fond of people. It was a huge inconvenience at times and yet… the relief he felt over Pyro having survived and being almost fully mended was too much to ignore.
“Do you think you could get me another of your species to experiment on more thoroughly?” Strangers though, Medic had next to no qualms about doing anything he pleased with.
Pyro pushed himself off the exam table, his feet hitting the floor with a wet slap. “No. I don’t even know what planet I came from. We don’t have space travel.”
PyroMedic Week Day 6 - Angst or Fluff
[A/N] I did angst because I only included the 'or fluff' for folk who might want to participate but don't like angst. So Content Warning on this one: Major Character Death!
I was originally not gonna commit to it and have it be another 'being revived by some bullshit' fic to have some hurt/comfort after the death. But despite having an idea I really like for it, I choose not to (I might recycle that idea later though with a different ship though) mostly because I've already done that both ways with this particular ship. And I got a request to uncommit to the two character deaths I committed to for the Valentine's angst event (expect those in my TF2 Drabbles fic at some point) so I decided I wanted to commit to this one.
Also, happy birthday to me! Today (April 14th) is the day and the reason I hosted this shipweek. :)
PyorMedic Week 2023: Day 4 - Dangerous
[A/N] For this one and the next one I challenged myself to not use the word that's the prompt because I do that a lot, instead just conveying the idea of it.
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There was nothing more satisfying than burning the entire enemy team to death. Their screams were like music to Medic’s ears as they tried in vain to run. He could feel the heat from the flames, threatening to burn him too, but the ubercharge protected him. A glorious eight seconds of unrepentant violence and mayhem marred only by the fact that it was rapidly coming to a close. Not before everything and everyone around them was dead or destroyed though.
As the uber petered out, Pyro cheered lifting his flamethrower high in the air. Medic could just about kiss him. The only thing stopping him was the fire encouraging him to step back a bit lest it catch on him too. Also, the battle wasn’t quite over yet, necessitating he keep the medi-beam on Pyro just in case their team failed to push the bomb the rest of the way before the enemy Respawned. Medic wouldn’t put it past them as they’d certainly pulled such foolishness in the past. Before he could turn his head to check though…
“Victory!” the Administrator announced over the radio, accompanied a second later by the sound of the bomb exploding, shaking the ground. Fantastic!
Pyro turned to Medic to cheer again. He said something, his exact words lost in the roar of the flames and the ringing in Medic’s ears, but his tone was excited.
“Yes, yes, good job, as always,” Medic replied, panting a little as he hung the medi-gun onto the hook on the backpack part of it.
Pyro hopped over and bent down to carefully place his flame thrower on the ground where it would be safe from the fire. Freeing his arms to wrap around Medic’s waist instead, squeezing him tight enough to lift his feet an inch or two off the ground, allowing Pyro to twirl him around a couple times before putting him back down.
Medic chuckled. “Committing violence with you is a never ending delight.” Ubering anyone was fun but there was always something special about Pyro. The adrenaline of getting so close to the enemy and how deadly the flames were was unparalleled.
Pyro responded, his words still inaudible. But it didn’t matter what he said. He was glorious and wonderful. Before he could pull away completely, Medic pulled him close again to kiss him, uncaring of the gas mask, on the forehead, cheek, and finally the filter where his mouth would’ve otherwise been. Moments like just now with the uber, destroying so much and winning them the match, were part of why he loved Pyro as much as he did. It never got old.
