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Commission I did for @axis-intercept~! Thank you so much again for commissioning me, I appreciate it a whole bunch! (人´∀`)

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Commission/Art trade with @axis-intercept!! It took FAR too long, but here it is! My first attempt at Medic x Pyro for the artist that never fails to make me smile ---- Before Pyro, the doctor was an old man. At least, that’s what he told himself- or, rather, that is what the evidence seemed to tell him. Before the Pyro, he was an apathetic divorcee who had very little interest in the world outside of his medical work. 

He woke up in the morning and scrubbed a large hand down his face before he took his vitamins, the large pills old men take, for no other reason but to keep a routine. He fed his doves before he brushed his teeth, cooing quietly to them in affectionately soft tones.

Toothbrush in mouth, he hunted for his glasses, not difficult to find, but a hassle when he forgot to place them in their rightful spot before sleeping. 9 times out of 10, he finds them on the floor beside his bed, puts them on, and walks to spit the foam from his mouth.

Then, he dressed. A monotonous and lonesome procedure, wishing he could call out to ask where his socks where instead of having to trace back his mental steps. 

He was more lonely than he would like to admit, the greatest joy in his life being the experiments he performed on the other mercenaries stationed at his base, discussing theories with Archimedes perched on his shoulder as he operated, earning odd looks from the other 6 mercs who seemed to be unable to comprehend companionship even if it were to crawl from their chest after an operation. 

Days seemed monotonous, nights seemed far too long, accordion was too happy, violin was too sad- the balance of the universe seemed so out of place.

He considered starting over.

He considered social arson.

He considered going back on the run.

When he met the Pyro there was… fascination. There was the figure sitting on his operating table, playing with tongue depressors like faceless puppets- and then there was the man in his file.

The figure was reportedly unwilling to show their face to the world, finding the comfort of the suit to be far more pleasing than properly socializing, though he did try from within the suit, to his credit. 

The muffled murmurs could be translated in time, so far the Spy had been able to make out “Good morning,”, the Scout claims to have heard “I will set fire to all things you hold dear,” (though there is some debate about this,) and the laughter was unmistakable. 

But, here he was, sitting cross legged on the operating table and murmuring to himself as he played with the tongue depressors and made them speak to one another, seeming to believe he was alone in the room. The action was childlike, fitting with the images the team had caught of unicorns and rainbows in their locker, but the phenomenon seemed more interesting than simply a childish... person.

Medic expected the tongue depressors to go flying out of embarrassment when he made himself known, clearing his throat loudly to signal his presence, but the tongue depressors simply stopped loving, his hands finding a nice place in his lap, his head turning to that the reflective glasses of his mask showed the doctor his own nervousness.

He steeled himself up, held his breath for a moment, then let it out. Things might be easier if he used this as a sign. Back in Rottenburg he had been a hit with the children, to his ex-wife’s surprise (since he seemed to complain about them incessantly,) but he hadn’t put on that smile in years-

He let out all the air in his lungs and breathed in a smile, taking a lollipop from inside one of his desk drawers. “Guten Nachmittag! I am so glad you have come, honestly most of zhese mercenaries seem to be frightened of me,” He actually felt an honest smile poking its way through the falso one. “I cannot understand vhy.”  The figure seemed to chuckle a bit and let themselves be distracted by the lollipop in hand “Ah! So you do like sveets! I do too, but I have a proposition for you. If you will take off your suit for zhirty minutes so that I may examine your health, You can have as many lollipops as you would like.” 

The figure’s posture changed and Medic felt an honest laugh squeeze out from his lungs in soft clicks as he imagined the eyes beneath the mask going wide with wonder. 

“Do we have a deal?”

The figure nodded, reached back to unfasten the mask, and froze in hesitation.

“Perhaps I can take off my coat in a show of trust?” He offered softly, and did nothing to hesitate when he watched the Pyro nod. “See?” He gestured to his arms, bare because his shirtsleeves were rolled up. “I’m fine. Now, you try.”

The man under the mask took the doctor’s breath away. A beautiful creature of pallor and freckles, a tuft of auburn curls growing from a darker base of closely cut hair on the sides of his head. Long lashes fluttered as the man’s green eyes focuses on the new level of light they were being allowed, and his posture seemed to correct itself as he took in a deep breath of unfiltered air and let it out with a self calming sigh.

Medic swallowed “See? Zhat vas not so hard. Ve are going to have to remove most of it zhough, I need to do a full physical if you vill be staying vith us, und I hope zhat you are, ja?” 

The redhead looked at the doctor and took another steadying breath before standing and unzipping the suit, letting it fall to the floor, and surprising the doctor when he picked it up and folded it again before he clambered up onto the table once again.

“Very good, very good” The German murmured to himself and pulled his gloves on to begin his medical evaluation.

The younger man jumped when he felt the cold of the stethoscope, huffing out a laugh to himself for that first moment of cold metal shock. He grinned out of one corner of his mouth when he heard the doctor praise him softly for having a strong heart.

“Ve vill have to do some research on your lungs, zhere is a bit of a wheeze zhat shouldn’t necessarily be zhere…” He was taking notes on his clipboard, standing basically between the Pyro’s legs as he did. His eyes found the burn scars on the man’s neck and shoulder, focussing for a moment and then ignoring them completely, a fact that seemed to intrigue the lad being studied.

“You can ask, I don’t mind.” There was no rasp, as one might expect, the Pyro’s voice was obviously used on a regular basis, and it was honestly pure in a honey smooth way.

Medic choked when he heard it. “I vould rather not pry, it looks healed enough to be simply mentioned in a preliminary.”

He walked around the table to view his back, warning him about the cold tool he was using. The Pyro paused in thought “Would you believe I fought a dragon?” He asked curiously.

Medic smiled and chuckled honestly as he scribbled down another note “As fantastic as zhat seems, I doubt you fought a dragon. Lay back?” Pyro did as told and giggled a bit as his body was gently probed for muscle formation notes “Well the dragon was a friend of mine who ate too many spicy candies” The ginger’s grin was infectious, finding the Medic’s mouth and eyes as he quirked a brow 

“Oh?”

“Yeup. A few years back we found a candy that was made from ghost peppers and it was so spicy he breathed FIRE!” there was a mischievousness in his eyes and his brows wagged in a knowing entertaining way. 

To Medic, the transformation from childish to casually entertaining was fascinating, his subject’s mind seemed to work slightly differently behind his mask, or perhaps there was a feeling of accepting anonymity- that was for another time.

“I have to ask, did your friend survive breathing fire?”

“Oh, he had some chocolate milk and was fine. I was the one who ended up in the hospital. That one, there was no nice doctors to offer me candies for sitting still.” He grinned wide, like middle school-er who had told the funniest joke he’d ever heard.

The child and the man were united, the Pyro had a spectrum of behaviors, and it was drawing the Medic in, not simply as a study subject but as a personality. “I think that all doctors should have candies, for adults and children-” he paused with a laugh “And everyone in between.” 

Laughing was an odd sensation now, he did not have many chances to do so since he started with the violence of his current job, but the casual childishness the pyro emitted was intoxicating with his relaxation.

“I think you can put the suit on, but I need to ask you a few questions, so leave the mask off, ja?”

His companion gave him a thumbs up and stood to slide his legs and arms into his suit, zipping it back up before sitting back up on the table. As a reward, the lollipop was given to him and he immediately popped it into his mouth “Do you have any allergies you know of?”

“I’m allergic to bullshit” He said around the stick of the candy and Medic choked on air, doubling over in laughter.

“Vell, I believe ve share zhat allergy. But I meant food or medicinal, along those lines” He removed his glasses to wipe his eyes.

“Um, I think I’m allergic to bees, shellfish, and probably the French because my trigger finger itches when that spy is around.”

“Gütt Gott” he whispered with a smile “You are witty, I vill give you zhat.”

“Well, most just call me hot headed, but I’ll take the compliment.” He shot finger guns at the Medic with a sly smile and he crunched the lollipop “Oh, damn, I always do that-”

“Any past injuries zhat I should know about before ve do your x-rays tomorrow?” “I suppose you mean if I've broken bones?”

“Ja”

“I assume I am to exclude in bodies other than my own?”

Medic snorted and the glint in the green eyes told him he was looking to find what made him laugh, as if he liked to watch the sight. “Ja. In your own body.” “I broke my arm at 5, my leg at 10, and a rib at 15. With the pattern I’m following, I shouldn't be in danger again for another 3 years. I’ve avoided it the last three cycles.”

Doing the math in his head, medic corrected his age on the paper. They conversed that way for quite a while, by the end of the session the doctor felt like he had worked out his abs more in that hour than in the last year just from laughing.

The pyro grabbed his mask and medic stopped him with a gentle touch to his wrist. “Why do you wear it even off the battlefield?” The smile he received was a bit sadder than he expected “It makes life a little bit more bearable, honestly. When I find something that does the same job, I’ll take it off more.”

He pulled the mask on and fed the stick of his newest lollipop through one of the grates in his mask. He threw the doctor a thumbs up and walked out, leaving that empty feeling from before sinking back into the room.

It was almost a sign.

After the Pyro is the best time he’s lived through. Now, he wakes in the morning feeling refreshed and with another’s scent on his pillow.  His lover smells like s’mores, sweet and ashen all at once, making him crave another day of candied smiles and fiery touches.  

He sighs deeply with content the moment his alarm rings and his grip tightens on the smaller man before him. His nose buried in auburn locks of hair, to which a hand that is not his either pulls him closer or pushes him away with a murmur of  “Oh just ten more minutes…” 

He climbs out of bed and dresses, glasses on the moment he wakes so he can see those green eyes every moment he isn’t right next to them. His figure clad in blankets curls to watch the doctor dress and smiles, cracking soft jokes and making them both laugh and hum tenderly to each other. 

He has someone to coo at other than the doves while he brushes his teeth, though it leads to lewd “Mouthful” jokes from the Pyro and has him choking on his own laughter and trying not to spit toothpaste all over the mirror.

More often than not, he crawls back into bed, sans his boots and coat, holding the lad with a chuckle and a smile, listening to stories and begging him not to make them late to breakfast again. His greatest joy is watching his lover smile, watching his eyes light up with happiness when playing a game or telling a story.

The doves adore him too, landing on his shoulders and nesting in hi hair when he stays still long enough. Some days they have identical “nesting hair” that the others mistake for “sex hair.”

It was a new beginning.

It was the spark his life honestly needed. 

He was never running again. 

“You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”