#ler!heavy

Well, I'm experimenting, what do you say?

kill me now

And whoever made this Medic model and decided not to include "Close Lid" option for him. I tried to close his eyes with different methods but alas

AGFCAGVHFCG IM SORRY THAT THIS TOOK A YEAR FOR ME TO DO

School has been draining me and I completely forgot about this blog

"Who touched Sasha, tiny doctor? You, da? Now Heavy will touch YOU!" "Hoo-hoO-HOO-HAA! Zat isn't fair!! Isn't fa-aha-ahair!!" My first request here for @zerozerozio! Now I'm working at the same time with some mini-comic pages, three (or four, I forgot lol) of them are in sketch progress! So, because of them, I think I become better with sketches! I suppose, this debt is finished! What is left - Ranger with "ROBOTS!' Heavy! A-aand some comic stuff with Russian memes (but I'll try to translate it for you as much fun as it can be!)

Horrible. It was horrible.

Jeremy wrapped his trembling limbs around his russian co-worker. He promised himself that he wouldn't shed a tear but the pain was unbearable.

-Heavy ... - Scout squeaked out weakly.

-Little man ,keep quiet. Medic is coming any second now. - Heavy answered ,the seriousness very much palpable in his voice.

While Heavy's talk sounded cold and stern ,the man was genuinely distraught. It all happened so fast. One second Scout was zipping past the flying bullets with the Intelligence strapped to his back and all of a sudden he was down with a bullet hole in his leg. With the whole pandemonium of the brawl ,the injured runner couldn't even tell he had a gaping wound in the left calf. Which one of the Blue's had done it ?

No clue.

The aftermath of the match was the capture of the Blue Intelligence but also a screaming ,whiny Scout. Not really a WIN if you ask me.

Medic burst into the waiting room through the infirmary doors. The doctor's big hands were caked with blood ,bits of grey matter and overall viscera. Nothing out of the ordinary.

-Mikhail ,my dear ,bring in my next patient. - he said confidently.

The doctor froze for a little second as soon as his eyes fell upon said patient. He groaned ,more to himself than to anybody else ,and let Heavy and Scout inside.

-Vhat can I do for you ? - Herbert gathered his sences.

He quickly came to the realization that the younger mercinary was the one that required his help.

-Let me see zhat, Scout.

-Doktor need to wash hands first. Lots of blood on there. - Heavy carefully nudged the doctor towards the sink, the only one in the Medical Bay.

The Medic complied with Heavy's wish. Scout rolled his peepers at the russian's lovey-dovey expression and teased them both behind their backs.

The water soon stopped rushing and you could say that the doctor was in.

The Scout wished he had at least some bubblegum to chew. However ,before he got a chance to complain ,he realized that his leg had stopped hurting.

Was he going to pass up an opportunity to garner some attention for poor ,little him ?

Of course not.

-Show me zhat leg of yours ,Scout. - Medic clicked his tongue. -Sure thing ,just be careful ,Chucke-nu - OWCH ! - Jeremy yelped out in pain when the doctor grabbed his leg and extended it.

-Be tough ,herr Scout. I promise I'll make it quick. - the older mercinary couldn't hide his nutty smile any longer.

I swear ,Medic's enthusiasm when it came to digging into human flesh was unmatched. As Herbert worked on the Scout's limb ,Mikhail observed the behaviour of the patient. The-run-and-gunner did his best to look away from the unpleasant sight.

Hold on a second ,did Heavy see that correctly ?

Was that a tear running down Scout's cheek ?

Mikhail felt pity for Jeremy.

He hugged the young man tight and wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

-Scout always be very brave but it good to cry sometimes. - Heavy murmured sweetly.

-Crying ? Who said I'm crying ? Come on ,man ! I'm not a cry-baby ! - Scout huffed defensively.

-Heavy did not say Scout be baby. Just sit still. - the-heavy-weapons-guy squeezed his torso by accident.

And just as Scout was being set into a more proper position ,he started to giggle loudly.

-Jeremy ... - Heavy groaned ,his patience clearly being tested by the cheeky speedster.

-*HaHAHA-HEY !* *HAhahaHANDS OFF BUhuHUHUDDY !*

-Oh ? Heavy's hands get naughty sometimes. Heavy is sorry. - Mikhail pretended to be sorry. - ... It be better to hear Scout laughing , not crying.

-Alright. Thanks ,Big guy. - Jeremy laughed breathlessly.

Soon enough ,Scout started to wriggle and fidget. His healthy leg began to bounce up and down ,he turned his head almost nervously ... Something was very off.

Heavy knew that look on Scout's face. He had seen it plenty of times before. That gentle blush ,those darting pupils and the slightest frown...

-Scout want some more tickles ? - the team's biggest protector playfully ruffled Scout's dirty blond hair.

-... yes. - the young Bostonian was beyond flustered when he uttered the word.

What was he going to do ? Lie to himself ?

Heavy happily indulged Scout's plea.

What about Scout's leg ? Oh ,it was long healed by the Medic. Now Herbert just sat back and enjoyed the view. And trust me ,there were plenty of things to enjoy.

-A silly snail....

TRUE! and I will yap about it

Medic would almost always be the one to initiate, whether he's in a lee or ler mood. he'll go for Heavy's tummy, or come up behind him and kiss all over his neck, and will probably get away with it for all of five seconds before Heavy strikes back. Heavy knows what a masochist his beloved is, after all. he'll pin him down to the nearest available surface and just. wreck his shit.

anywhere on Medic's torso is a safe bet btw. ribs, sides, tummy. I think that his back is also a good spot, which not many people actually know about. he tries to keep still, but his instincts are to curl up into a ball. this can be easily remedied if you are big and strong and have giant hands (see: Heavy) and can pin Medic's wrists above his head. he loves being restrained btw. gets him all giggly before Heavy ever lays a finger on him.

ALSO they have a safeword for tks. because Medic will be flailing around in tears with laughter going "stop! stop!" and then Heavy will stop and Medic will be like "no keep going I liked it."

I've seen this in a few fics and I think it's very cute, so let me be the first (probably 30th) person to say that Heavy twords Medic to get him to stop overworking himself. not truly as a "punishment," but mostly to wear Medic out so that he can carry him to bed. and then they snuggle all gay style.

it's hard for Medic to get the upper hand on his big ass bald man, but it is doable. he'll use a checkup as a guise for checking for weak spots ("I need to inspect the lymph nodes in your armpits, you know. swollen lymph nodes is a sign of cancer. you don't want that to go unchecked!") and Heavy puts up with it as much as he can bear because he loves this man.

(suggestive warning) I also think they use restraints in the bedroom, and whenever it's Heavy's turn to be tied up, Medic takes full advantage. he'll go back and forth between going insane on Heavy's tummy to soothing him with kisses, knowing full well that he's going to be wrecked in retaliation later. but who could blame him? he loves hearing that booming laughter. it warms his heart. and as I'm sure I've mentioned before, Medic is absolutely the type to laugh along as he wrecks his victims.

they're disgusting. so in love it makes me sick. the cutie patooties :]

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-Move , move ! Come on ! - Mick's voice strained to get those words out. -I am ! Quit breathin' down my neck ! Your breath reeks of piss anyway ! - Jeremy immediately snapped back.

His legs were currently working overtime in order to carry him forward. However , Mick wasn't miking about , not at all. The Aussie was hauling something , or rather somebody , on his back. Herbert's upper half was slung over his backside , his legs dangling freely. Still warm , sticky blood caked Mick's old , worn out gilet and the metallic smell wasn't helping him deal with the chaos of the situation in any way.

How in the world did that happen ?

One moment everything was fine and dandy and all of a sudden their Medic was tumbling down with blood and all other disgusting crap streaming down his neck. And chest. And back. It was all a mess. A bloody , bloody mess.

That stupid BLUE!Sniper. His celebration was very short lived and it was all thanks to the RED! team's Pyro. The beloved Firebug torched that sucker like nobody's business !

Scout reached the Medical Bay and burst in through the double door. Right behind him , Sniper stumbled in. It has been a few , good minutes since Jeremy entered the situation he was currently in but the young man was very much taken aback by Medic's state. Him , a self-proclaimed god was barely concious and needed urgent assistance.

Did Scout take enjoyment in seeing it ? Hell no.

Was it still startling ! Absolutely.

Mick sat his co-worker on that scuffed up operating table or gurney.

-Hang in there , doc. - he ordered and imeediately started digging through the drawers and cupboards in the office.

As Sniper was gathering the proper materials and supplies , Meem was trying his best to regain some control over his head. The room was spinning like some kind of carousel at the fair and Medic didn't like it one bit. While he was councious and could think , somewhat , straight he decided to guide Mick through everything.

-Clean ... first. Bitte. - the german took a moment to voice his thoughts.

His voice sounded ROUGH , let me tell you.

Mick cringed at the croak that left through Ludwig's clenched teeth. The blood was not coming off easily.

-It doesn't have to be pleasant. Let's get on with it. - Ludwig grinned, showing off his pearly whites.

A quarter passed in certain silence and the dried blood slowly but surely started to disappear from Medic's skin and hair. Mick at times looked at his friends'es face in hope , that he wasn't absolutely hating it or wasn't in pain. To be honest , with the nature of their job Sniper should have been used to gore but this time it was somehow different.

-You good , mate ? - he asked , not stopping the treatment. - You are awfully quiet. Not that I mind but ... -I think I have a concussion ... Scheiße. - Ludwig blinked but the dull pain didn't leave him.

Mick discarded the blood-stained rag. Well , at the very least the Doktor looked a little bit less ghastly. Aside from stitching and wrapping up his head , there wasn't much to do with it at the moment.

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A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER

It was late in the night when Pyro woke up.

They were just too curious , who was the person fiddling around with the lights in one of their base's rooms. At such an hour ? Lord have mercy. (Lord may have mercy but Pyro surely won't) The masked mercinary leapt out of bed , accidentally pushing a couple of their stuffed animals down onto the floor , and shuffled towards the door. They were lucky , that Dell didn't wake up at the commotion they made. Heck ! He was sleeping right beside them !

If Engie caught Pyro , they would not escape those fingers.

The fire-loving merc had a wealth of fun tiptoe'ing down the hall. They almost felt like a secret agent or maybe even like Spy. It was so quiet ... eerie. Scary. The flashing lights were closer and closer as Pyro took step after step. They took a hold of the doorhandle ...

-Oi ! What are ya doin' here , lad ? - a drowsy sounding voice with a familiar scottish accent echoed down the hall.

Pyro's heart jumped at the sudden call but they were just beaming regardless. They saw Tavish approach from the other end of the corridor. He must have woken up because of those lights as well.

-Oi don't think ya headed to the kitchen for a bottle of Scrumpy , are ya ? - Demo asked with a sly grin on his face.

Pyro shook their head denyingly. It earned a chuckle from Demo.

-Of course. So ... why are ya up and aboot ? - the scotsman smiled warmly.

The arsonist's finger pointed at the rugs of artificial light. They were escaping through the little opening at the bottom of the door.

-*Hah !* Looks like a party. I'm coming in. - the bomber laughed harshly , yet very candidly.

Tavish shamelessly pushed the door open. His eye fell upon a very ordinary but also worrying sight. Medic was sitting behind his desk , files and folders piled up in a couple of places. Bandages around his head were hanging a little loose and propably needed to be changed , if the browning spots on the material were anything to go off of.

-Wow ! - Demoman's smile faded away gradually. - Nat a nice party , I see.

Medic gave smiling a shot , as his friends'es words were amusing to a certain degree , but he really wasn't feeling it. Demo gestured for Pyro to come in , which they happily did. They closed the door to the Medical Bay with one , swift move of their hand. The Firefly zipped towards the unoccupied stool , which was situated right next to Medic's desk. They spun around on it.

-Man. How long have ya been awake , doc ? - Demo frowned after seeing the mountain of paperwork still waiting to be sorted.

-Mmmr... - Medic whined , lost in his thoughts. - I zhink I lost count.

-Damn. Must be bad , then. - his one-eyed friend nodded and sat on the floor , right beside the chair , where Pyro was spinning around and having a BLAST.

Herbert took off his glasses in order to rub the grit out of his tired , stinging eyes. Pyro shuddered at how red they were , the Pyro-vision didn't really help in that case.

Demo readjusted his eye-patch.

-Alright , lad. I think you've had more than enough wark for the nicht.- he hiccuped gaily.

Tavish wormed his arms underneath Medic's limbs. He grit his teeth as he keyed up to lift Herbert up , the drunkard must've forgotten how hefty that doctor was.

How did Mick manage to carry him ?

Must have been adrenaline.

Ludwig refrained from complaining , even though he did feel uncomfortable. Pyro jumped at the opportunity to do something fun and joined in. They and Demo moved Medic to the rickety sofa , which at times acted as a bed because the bed itself was often absolutely burried under papers and dirty , bloodied clothes.

-Guys , you should just leave me be. I am not "fun" to be around now.- Medic pinched the bridge of his nose. -Do nat be so haughty , man. Let us help. - Tavish "punched" Ludwig on the shoulder jovially.

The german did not react to the innocent attack. As much as he hated to admit it , he did need some help. Why not take it ? Demoman playfully pushed Medic forward.

-Move a bit , docter. Tavish is slipping in there too. - he smiled warm like the summer sun.

Surprisingly , the bomber managed to fit himself in such a way that he had the injured merc layed on his front. Medic's head rested on his shoulder. Demo tore his eye away from his friend. Something moved in his peripheral vision but should he be worried ?

Pyro's masked head slid out from behind the couch. When did they find the time to hede there ?

The amazing Pyro , ladies and gentleman.

The Firefly made some gestures with their hands. Tavish didn't need to look for a long time to tell , that Pyro was wiggling their fingers.

That was a pretty universal gesture.

Demoman very much understood the assignment. He wrapped his arms around Ludwig tightly , to which he reacted with surprise. Not negative but still surprise.

-Vhat is all of that , mein freund ? - Medic tried to wriggle out of the embrace.

-What ? It's just a cuddle , man. Relax. - Tavish assured with amusement in his voice.

-Hmm. Somehow I don't believe you. - the doctor hummed quietly and wondered , where had Pyro gone off to.

He was very soon about to find out.

Herbert got comfortable ; well , as much as he could with Demo stuck to him. Just as he closed his eyes and lost sight of his friends ...

-*Ehehe - HAHA!* *Wha-?!* - the Medic , who suddenly felt a tingle in his side , cackled. - Demoman !

-Wasn't me. Try again , you kittle-doo. (ticklish dove) - the merc in question whistled.

Medic looked around his room in search for the mysterious , or maybe not so much , tickle monster. He pushed himself up ever so slightly to see behind the couch. A figure skittered quickly from the furthest end of that couch to the one much , much closer to Ludwig and Tavish.

And then *BAM !*. Pyro leapt out of their hiding , their hands up and fingers curled in such a way , that they resembled claws.

-Gott in Himmel ! - Medic managed to squeak out before getting smooshed by dear ol' Pyro.

Demoman made some room for Pyro and decided to cooperate. He trapped the doctor's arms and kept them above his head and his legs in between his own.

-Hundeärsch. Le-het me go. Come on. - the victim of the two rascal's game chuckled nervously.

-Now , don't be saying that , doc. You really should laugh more , got it ? - Tavish said so matter-of-factly it almost sounded like a joke.

The bomber reached for Ludwig's torso. His ribs were right there. With a lively and mischevious glint in his eye , he raked his fingers across Herbert's ribcage.

-I asked if you've got it , ya maniac ? - he yelled and braced himself for Herb's reaction.

-*Naha-hein !* *BahahaHAHA !* *WahahaHAit!*

-Wait ? What fer ? - Demoman grinned. - Nae. That's way more fun ! Right , Pyro ?

The masked tickle monster nodded. They wormed their eager hands underneath Ludwig's coat and scribbled all over his sides. And I mean all over.

-PYRO ! *HaHAHaHAHE !* *GEHEHET THAHAT AHAHAUT !*

-Don't be talkin' like that , Medic. - Demo reprimended him , unserious as can be. - Be nice to the lad' .

Pyro didn't seem to even catch the doctor's words. The Firefly just kept their hands there and didn't stop. It felt horrible (or amazing , depends in who you ask). Medic felt their tickler move their hands to his belly.

-*HOHOHOHO !* *HIHIHIHIHAHO !* *BIHIHIHITEHE !* *HOHOHOHO!*

-"Please" what ? Keep gaun ? - Tavish wondered , possibly pretending not to understand. - If ya say so , Meem.

-*NOHOT WHAHAHAT - I MEHEEHEANT !* *SNORT*

The sudden sound , that Herb made , positively surprised both Demo and Pyro. The Firefly clasped their hands and rested their cheek on them in an absolutely smitten manner.

-I see Spy isn't the only one. - Tavish teased Medic , whose face wasn't turning pink at all. (no , not at all.)

A *CRASH* coming from somewhere in the back of the Bay startled the Mercinaries. Demo immediately turned towards the door.

-Oh ? Another person joining the party ? - he giggled and made his way towards the door to see , who it was.

Pyro stayed behind to watch over Medic , who was trying his best to not choke while taking a breath in. Absolutely wrangled out like a rag but still happy. The Firefly started to get concerned when Demoman wasn't back after 10 minutes. And the 15 minutes. And...

-*WAHAHA HOHOHO !* *PAHAHARO RAHAN !*

What in the world ?

Before Pyro could put the pieces together , a huge figure stepped into the doorway. Tavish was slung over the man's shoulder similiar to how Ludwig was with Sniper.

-... Misha ? - Medic felt a relieved smile creeping onto his face.

-Hm. Little men need taste of own medicine. - Heavy huffed light heartedly.

He looked back at Demoman , who responded with a very nervous smile. Pyro scrambled to find a place to hide. Heavy took one last look at his and Medic's victims-to-be.

-Doktor want to have revenge ? - Misha suggested.

To that Ludwig turned to face the Pyro. Their glassed eye-holes stared at him with anticipation from behind the couch , that they hid behind. Medic cackled , this time not because of the tickly treatment but from the joy and eagerness to turn the table.

-Pyrooo~ Come on out , Liebling ! You already have an overdue check-up ! - the doctor crooned and leapt behind the couch to get the Pyro.

For the next couple of hours , the remaining mercinaries could hear all kinds of laughs and giggles. Who knows ?

Maybe some of them also got to have a taste.

May I request Lee!Medic? Or even lee!Engineer? Idk who could be the ler- Sorry heh!

But if you don't want to, that's totally okay! :3

OH MY GOODNESS I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING TO THESE SOONER!!! but now. it is the moment all yall been WAITING FOR i still dont know how to draw them very well BUT. silly goobers