⚕️ medic (tf2) × ftm!reader headcanons 🕊️🩸
(romantic) • fluff • comfort • a little unhinged because… it’s Medic.
❝ “Ve have far more important things to concern ourselves with than what you were assigned at birth, Liebling.” ❞
♡ Medic does not care that you’re trans.
The man has stolen skeletons, bargained with the Devil, and performed surgeries that violate every known law of medicine.
You being a guy who happened to be born differently is, to him, perhaps the least remarkable thing about you.
If someone misgenders you…
Medic doesn’t raise his voice.
The kind of smile that makes everyone else in the room take a step back.
“I suggest you try zat sentence again.”
He absolutely gives you ridiculous pet names.
“Mein hübscher Junge.” (“my handsome boy.”)
“My favourite experimental subject.”
…which somehow becomes affectionate.
If binding hurts your ribs?
Before you even mention it.
He starts fussing immediately.
“How long have you been wearing zis?”
“You vill take it off when ve get home.”
“Nein, zat was not a request.”
Medic has absolutely researched testosterone.
Not because he doubts your decisions—
Because he researches everything.
Expect enthusiastic rambling about endocrinology over breakfast.
He thinks your voice dropping is fascinating.
“Exactly! It is lower today!”
He sounds genuinely delighted.
If top surgery is something you want…
Medic is both the greatest and most terrifying person to have helping you recover.
✔ You’re never missing medication.
✔ Dressings are immaculate.
✔ Pain is managed perfectly.
✔ Recovery goes incredibly smoothly.
✘ He absolutely critiques the surgeon’s stitching.
“I could have made zat incision cleaner.”
He constantly adjusts your tie.
He claims it’s because you look “dishevelled.”
He just likes touching you.
Heavy catches Medic looking at you.
Medic doesn’t even deny it.
“I have excellent taste.”
He encourages every tiny bit of gender euphoria.
You finally find clothes that make you feel confident?
Medic spends the next ten minutes telling everyone how good his boyfriend looks.
He isn’t very good at emotional reassurance.
“You’ll always be a real man.”
He’d look confused and answer,
“But…you already are one.”
Like the question itself doesn’t make sense.
Medic is frighteningly protective.
Someone makes you uncomfortable?
They now have an appointment they did not schedule.
He loves dancing with you in the infirmary late at night.
One gloved hand around your waist.
“Just one more song, Liebling.”
Medic’s love language isn’t gentle.
It’s fixing your injuries before you ask.
It’s correcting people without hesitation.
It’s making sure you’ve eaten.
It’s absent-mindedly resting a hand on the small of your back as he walks past.
And despite all of the madness…
You never once doubt that, in his own strange way—
Medic loves you completely.
