My vehicle of choice
Anonymous asked: Red Oktoberfest with a protective!Heavy?
(sorry Anon I don’t think I did you justice, and for this, I’m sorry)
Heavy craned his head to one side, his neck cracking with a small series of loud pops. Looking down at the mess he’d created, he grinned, shaking his hands out to try and wick some of the blood away. He’d warned the stupid BLU Soldier not to touch his doktor, but he hadn’t listened. Sascha would kill tiny baby men easily, but his doktor was his. And it was only right that he kill him with his bare hands.
“Schatz, are you—” Medic ventured, laying a hand on the giant’s shoulder.
Heavy whirled around, throwing his arms around the smaller man, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Doktor, you have healed now, da?”
“Then come!” Heavy cried, picking Sascha back up and bringing her to bear. “Let us go kill rest of coward BLU team!
Medic watched as Heavy charged off, smiling. He shook his head and shifted the power of his medigun back on, homing the beam onto the giant. His handsome lover certainly made close-combat less of a concern.