Curate, connect, and discover
Okay, so me and my friend enjoy your writing, and on behalf of my friend I was suppose to ask if it was possible to do like a sniper x spy or heavy x medic. But we understand if you can't so you can just pick one of the mercs and do it x gender fluid reader.
Also, from both of us, don't overwork yourself to burn out.
[Yoo! Thank you so much for this request! I'm glad you and your friend like my writing and my art! And thank you I will take breaks! Again thank you for liking what I'm doing! It means a lot! Have a nice reading!💀💙]
Birds, Bears and blood
◇ TF2 Heavy x Medic
◇ unexpected additional merc appearance
◇ gore and blood. Like- a lot.
The day started surprisingly calm. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and as usual, Pyro was trying to set their room on fire. Heavy and Medic were sitting together in the common room. Heavy was reading his book while the Medic calmly rested his head on his lap. Ah. What a peaceful day it is. And nothing will-
...nevermind. Medic stood up, Heavy put his book away, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?-"
"Heavy! Thank god! Finally someone picked up! I was calling Spy, Pyro, Sniper- heck even Scout!None of them answered the phone. Listen, I have important job for you"
"A job huh. Continue, Heavy is listening"
"Alright. Phew- so. Tonight there is a ball organized in tribute to the death of Tom Jones by his fans. One of those fans is Blutarch's new investors. All you need to know about them is that they want to use Tom Jones' death as an advantage to manipulate their fans and believe me when I say his fans are capable of taking over the word for him, that's why the Administrator wants them gone. So? What are you saying?"
"Hm. Heavy is not sure if he can do it alone..."
"Can I make a suggestion?" Medic moved closer to the phone, with his hand on the Heavy's shoulder.
"I might have overhead the conversation anddd I'll gladly volunteer to go with the Heavy. This will be a great opportunity for me to gain new limbs on the way back!”
"Well...if Heavy has nothing against it-"
"Doctor can go."
"Alright! I will send you details soon. See you soon guys"
Heavy looked at Medic as he put the phone away.
"Getting a new limbs? Doctor could make a better excuse just to go out with me"
Medic smirked.
"Oh come on Misha, It was a good professional excuse. Besides you know I need extra set of limbs after Socut drove van with my supplies into the river"
Heavy chukled as he shook his head.
"Fine fine. Prepare yourself Doc. From what I hear this mission will be hard and ridiculous"
Two hours later, Heavy and Medic arrived at the ball. Everyone were wearing Tom Jones clothes, and so were they.
"This makes our work difficult. Miss Pauling didn't give us much of a description of BLU's investors, only thing that we know is that they will wear blue hats"
"We will find zhem, don't you worry. We know they plan to convince everyone during their big speech. We still have some time for ourselves"
"We need to remember this is still a mission..."
"Alright alright. But later you owe me a dance"
After a while, everyone gathered around the large stage. Heavy and Medic remained to the side. Four people approach him and put on blue bowler hats. This is when Medic and Heavy were ready to get behindthe stange, but someone unexpected aproched them.
"Hey there fellas! Whatcha doin' here?"
"Scout? What are you doing here?" Medic asked.
"It's a Tom Jones memorial party, how I could I not go? But you still didn't answer my question"
"We are here to shoot those four little baby man but we need to-"
"I got it!" Scout took his pistol out and with two quick shoots, he manage to shoot one of the BLU investors.
" ...-quietly." Heavy sighed as people began to panic and scream, running away.
"GUARDS!" One of the investors shouted. Soon guards in blue uniforms started to surround them.
"Uhh. Sorry fellas"
"Keep your cheep apology to yourself"
"Wait. I recognise you three! You work for RED! Lock them up!"
One of the guards approached Medic, but Heavy pushed them away with one powerful blow. Another decided to shoot the Heavy in the head, but Medic took out a bone saw and in the last second he stabbed them in the chest. That's when the radio started playing the biggest and best masterpiece Tom Jones had ever created.
"Misha, remember? You owe me a dance."
Heavy smirked and cracked his knuckles.
"Let's dance then Doc."
Soon Heavy and Medic together started to beat the hell out of people. Blood was everywhere. When someone was trying to attack, they only meet their doom. What a dance! Limbs were thrown around everywhere, as both of them started at each other with wide smiles, holding hands, knowing they have each others back.
Scout was there too I guess.
The investors saw this and started to run away, but Heavy and Medic chased after them. They manage to get one of them, killing him quickly, leaving only two. They ran after them to the roof, Medic was faster than Heavy, so he quickly caught up with them. He started fighting with one of them, but he shooting him in the shoulder, the Medic reacted quickly, cutting off his arm. They both rolled to the edge, almost falling, but Medic kicked him in the chest, causing his target to fall off the roof. The last one was left. At that moment, a helicopter appeared and took the investors away.
"Haha! You won't get me now-"
This when he noticed that his transport isn't moving. He looked down to noticed Heavy holding on helicopter, preventing it from flying away. Medic quickly throw his bonesaw at pilot, cutting his head off. Heavy finally let helicopter go, without a pilot, it started to fly high up, shaking left and right. Investor couldn't hold on long enough, so he jumped out with his parachute. Everything would be great untill helicopter started to fall down and t cut him into pieces with his propeller. Heavy covered Medic when it fall down next to them.
Soon both of them looked at each other, covered in blood.
"Well. This isn't the worst date we been on" Medic joked. Heavy giggled and picked Medic up.
"Are you alright? Your shoulder-"
"I'm fine. How about you?" Medic put his hand on Heavy's cheek.
Both of them smiled and soon kissed, with happiness knowing their partner is alright. Heavy gently hold Ludwigs hand, smiling. Medic put his head on Mishs's chest chuckling.
This is when Scout run up, and stared at them with eyes wide open.
"What the hell happened in here?!"
Medic and Heavy looked at him, rolling their eyes.
"Nothing. We finished the mission" Heavy replied.
"Now Scout, since you are here, help me collect the least damaged limbs and put them into my truck! Just remember you won't drive it this time!"
"Ughhh. Why do I always get the grossest part of work." Scout said while doing down the stairs.
They finally returned to base, Medic and Heavy were rewarded, while Scout had to explain everything to Miss Pauling. Both of the layed down on couch, resting close to each other.
"You know what? It wasn't that bad"
"Yes. But Misha promises the Doctor that next time we will spend the evening in a more peaceful way"
Medic smiled and layed his head back on Heavy's lap.
"I know we will, meain libieling"
They both lay down close to each other, glad they can finally rest in peace. Together...
[Anddd there you go! Hope you liked it! I'm not into shipping mercs too much but I hope you enjoyed this story!💀🌌]