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lunar-eclipse-literature · 8 months

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Could I ask for headcanons of all 9 mercs finding their S/O outside of the battlefield injured? If you don't want to do all of them, just pick your favs :D

ALL MERCS x READER

SCOUT

He was running around the outskirts of the battlefield looking for a good flank route when he saw you.

Dude he was TERRIFIED? His heart practically sank when he saw it.

As used to blood and gore he was, the fear lied mainly in the fact that you were off the battlements. You can't respawn out here.

He INSTANTLY scoops you up and calls for Medic until his lungs go out.

Yeah, yeah, Medic Ignores Scout joke here, but seriously though. Scout would NOT let Medic ignore him in this situation. The man would kick Medic in the dick to get his attention onto the situation.

Once you're okay and the battle's over, he's absolutely clung to you for the rest of the night.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again, damnit. I'm not losin' you to those Blue scumbags."

SOLDIER

He doesn't let much scare him, but damnit, this caught him off guard.

He has to knock his helmet up to make sure he's seeing this right

But hearing your voice weakly call out to him, it made him freak out INSTANTLY

"Hey hey! Don't you DARE die on me, Y/N! We don't do that around here!"

He tries to keep acting serious, and you'd believe it if you didn't see the tears welling under his helmet as he carries you.

He carries you straight to the Medic, screaming bloody murder the whole time.

"LISTEN UP, NURSE! WE'VE GOT WOUNDED, SO MOVE YOUR ASS AND-"

"I know, herr soldier, I'm dealing with it now!"

"Oh."

He gets so scared for you that it completely tunnel visions him. He might even go down himself trying to get you back to base, but at least you'll respawn now...

PYRO

At first it doesn't click for him. Pyrovision's a bitch, you know! It's hard for him to focus on the real world sometimes...

Once she hears you crying, and begging for her though... She wakes right up.

Oh god oh god oh god. No, not this, not now.

Pyro's an emotional person. They immediately freak out, drop their flamethrower, and rush to your side.

They try to reassure you that you'll be okay, but it all gets muffled out. Regardless, he scoops you right up and brings you to the edge of the battlefield where you'll be able to respawn.

Once you're there though, he just holds onto you. He clings tightly to you and refuses to let go.

This time Medic has to find you. Pyro's too caught up in keeping you away from any potential further harm that he was scared of calling for Medic, thinking an enemy might show up and finish the job.

Once you're healed though, you gotta reassure him a shitton. He's hiding out in base with you for a while.

"Please, don't leave me..." Now if only you could hear those words...

DEMOMAN

This man is definitely drunk when this happens. He's stumbling around when he catches sight of you.

His brain is fogged by the alcohol, but he knows what a dying person looks like, and he DEFINITELY knows what you look like.

"Ohhh sshhhit-!" He slurs, stumbling to your side and running a stressed hand into his hair.

As you reach out for him to beg he stays with you, he takes your hand and wraps his other arm around you.

He's not letting you die out here damnit.

He stumbles and trips over himself a lot, but he stays damn upright the whole time as to not drop you and bring you back to base.

Once you're in the safety of the base, he calls for Medic to come help you out.

And once you're healed, he takes your hand.

"We can head back out whene'er yer ready... 'ntil then, I gotcha."

HEAVY

BIG PROTECTIVE RUSSIAN MAN.

He sees you and instantly freaks out. Luckily Medic's been pocketing him so he's there too to help you!

"Doktor! Stop healing Heavy, heal Y/N now!" He commands as his arms wrap around you to hold you comfortingly until you're feeling better.

Those big bear paws are so gentle with you, able to hold the weight of your limp body without issue. He places gentle kisses on your head as the medigun seals your wounds.

"Y/N will be okay... Heavy is here." He whispers to you as you finally come to enough to be able to support your own weight.

You bring your hand up to his face, a silent gesture to show you're alright and you appreciate him, and he smiles.

"Y/N does not have to return to battle if they do not want to. Heavy must keep fighting though."

He carries you all the way back to base, and does have to leave, but once the battle ends he's right by your side holding onto you.

ENGINEER

Oh boy does he panic!

"Doll! Sugar, speak to me!" He rushes to your side and quickly drops a dispenser down. He doesn't bother to help it build itself, though. He's focused on you.

The second he's assured you're alive and conscious, he's instantly at it with questions.

"What happened? Who hurt you? How'd you get out here!?"

It's all too fuzzy, all you know is that a member of the Blu team attacked you, and you crawled to safety. You have no idea where you are..

"We're outside the respawn range, hun. You could'a-.. If I hadn't found you, you'd have-"

You have to cut him off from continuing to panic.

"Hey.. It's.. It's okay. You found me. I'm.. Gonna be okay.."

Finally that damn dispenser is up, and that healing beam thing is an instant relief.

You guys sit out of bounds for a while. You're regaining the energy to return the battlefield, and he's recovering from that goddamned heart attack.

MEDIC

He doesn't even touch the Medigun.

When he finds you, he has the temptation to insta heal you, but he's kinda weird. And crazy. He much prefers the intimacy of patching you up manually first.

He whispers reassurances and praise as he cleans and bandages your wounds.

He asks who did this to you with the hidden rage of a man who will massacre the enemy team later.

When all is said and done, and you're patched up, he gives you a huff of the medigun beam to begin the healing process and kill the pain faster.

"Oh, liebling.. I'm so sorry I wasn't with you... I'm so glad I found you..."

For the rest of the battle, you're pocketed. He's at your side constantly healing you up, only stopping to give the others pick-me-ups.

You're his top priority for the next month AT LEAST, though.

SNIPER

Well, he WAS looking for a sneaky sniping point... Seems the universe had other plans though...

When he found you, his heart sank. He slowly approached, nervous that this could be some kind of spy trick.. But no. Seeing the look in your eyes makes it painfully obvious.

He sits by you and helps you sit up. He assesses your wounds and starts patching them up as much as he can.

Once he's done, he helps you to your feet and takes you to his sniping post, and points to the crowd of people below.

"Who did this to ya, Y/N?" He asks, and you instantly know what he plans to do.

You answer his question though, it's gonna bother him for a long time if you don't.

He looks through his scope, and with a single pull of the trigger he's killed the person who left you there.

"There. Job's done. Let's get ya to the doc, kay?" He said completely bluntly.

He's mad about the whole thing for the rest of the day, but he softens up once you're in bed together and he can just hold you and see for himself that it's okay now.

SPY

Oh. Hell. No.

He's instantly pissed beyond comprehension. NOBODY does this to the love of his life and gets away with it.

In the moment though, he's the sweetest you'd ever seen him be.

He gently patches you up, he covers you in soft kisses and he's so gentle with you, you wondered how this is even the same man worthy of brutal kills on the battlefield.

He sweet-talks you in french the whole time. You don't understand a word of it, but it's all so gentle-sounding. Little do you know he's talking about how he's going to destroy whoever did this to you.

He finally does ask you, though. "Who left you like this, mon amour?"

"I.. Can't remember well. I think it was their soldier.."

"Leave the rest to me, chéri."

Using his cloak watch, he slowly sneaks you back to the base, and cleans you up the rest of the way at the restock cabinet, and just as quickly as he brought you there, he's gone.

That night, he tells you that he made sure that soldier was given direct hell for what he did to you.

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 6 months

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Fit for a King - WIP - "Let me patch you up"

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König and FMC just came back from a mission that went well, but FMC got hurt as they were trying to help one of the other operators. (random chapter in the König x FMC fanfiction, not chronological)

CW: bullet wound, some medical stuff, NSFW, explicit scenes 18+, slight tension & angst

a/n: I just keep writing, we'll see what will come out of it (this got way more angsty than I anticipated it to be)

(NSFW - explicit sex scenes - later in the chapter)

Medic ward:

"Are you sure, you're okay?" I can hear the worry in his voice, even if he seems to try and hold back. "Yes, I already said it thrice. ‘T’is but a scratch." I smile up at him hesitatingly, ignoring the pulsating pain in my thigh. The Monty Python quote is lost on him anyways. His brows are furrowed as he's looking down at me. He doesn't believe me. I sigh when he suddenly whips his head to the side.

"Doktor*, can I patch her up?" Before I can protest, Doc already put the first aid case in his hand. "Knock yourself out, as long as you do it somewhere else, Colonel." He looks at him like a father who has a child with bad temper tantrums on his hands, but König – as always – is oblivious to that. "Thanks, Herr Doktor*.", he says with a pep in his tone. Then he picks me up and carries me out the medic ward. "König, I can walk. The others are gonna see…", I protest, weakly, but I do protest. "Shut it, Mauserl**.", he throws back at me, clipped. "You should have never been there." I sulk a bit, but I know he’s right. "Should have, would have. How do you say? Hätte hätte Fahrradkette***?", I say between clenched teeth. My wound is still seeping blood into the fabric of my pants and now on König's shirt.

He carries me with ease in just one hand, with the other still holding the case. His long legs make huge strides down the hall, heading to the dorms, but as we pass my room, I get that he’s carrying me to his. “König…” He doesn’t look at me, just shakes his head. “Don’t.” I know him well enough already, that I can sense the distress emanating off him. Making it hard for him to say what he’s really feeling. He opens up the door to his room. I mean, it’s smart, we’ll be alone here, but it might also raise suspicions if the team gets wind of it. He sets me down on his bed and turns on the bedside lamp. “Hold still.”, he says and gets all the stuff out to dress my wound. Before I even see what he’s doing, he’s already cut my pants off. “What are you doing?!”, I scream at him. “That’s how you do this. Stop fretting.” His Austrian accent is as strong as ever. I don’t listen to what he’s saying, everything being too much. “You didn’t need to cut it off, we could’ve just-“ I move again, I can’t even sit-

“STAY STILL.”, he shouts and his hands grip me, gripping my waist, almost reaching around, as he pushes me down on the bed. I still because he never – NEVER – shouted at me like that before. My mouth stands open, I look up at him. He sighs, deep and desperate, and I hear his voice wavering as he puts his forehead against mine and says: “Please… just let me patch you up.” I feel his hood falling against my face and his warm and comforting smell cuts through the stench of blood and sweat. “Okay”, I breathe. His hand caresses over my cheek as he nods. “Gut****” He sits back on his knees and the room is immersed in silence.

He takes the disinfectant and cleans the area around the wound of the graze shot. The small noises and our intermingled breaths are all I hear. I feel his hands on my naked legs and the pulse in my wound quickens. “It didn’t stop bleeding.”, I whisper as I don’t want to disturb the quiet we’ve sunk into. “Hmm.”, is all he says before he presses a bandage against it. The bloods seeps through again and stains his fingers even more. “I’m gonna have to give you stitches, Liebes*****.”, he murmurs. I nod and he gets the needle and thread ready. “You have to stay still, okay?”, he orders me. “Hold onto me.” I grab his arm, the one not stitching me up, and as the needle sinks into my skin, I gasp dragging my nails into his muscles. “Yes, you’re doing so well for me.”, he whispers as he caresses my other thigh, preparing for the next stitch. I press my lips together, not to make any sounds. When he’s done, he puts a bandage over it to secure the stitched-up wound.

König sighs like there’s a huge weight falling off him and he meets my eyes again. The raw emotions in them scare me a bit. “Are you okay?”, I ask him as I put my hand on his cheek. He doesn’t answer my question but pulls me to the edge of the bed. “I need to be inside you. Please.” His hands trail up my inner thigh until he reaches my panties. The surprise hits me as he leans forward, his hood brushes over my skin and then I feel his lips on my neck. Soft kisses trail up to my ear and need settles in, low in my belly. “I need to feel you.”, he whispers, his hot breath skitting over the wet patches of his open-mouthed kisses, as he carefully pulls down my undies. He holds me close to him which gives me the opportunity to undo his belt. He nibbles at my neck and sucks on the sensitive spot, right below my ear, as I take out his dick and position him at my wetness. He doesn’t hesitate one bit, pushing into me slowly. A soft moan falls from my lips as I stretch around him. “Fuck.”, he mutters, burying himself in me. He’s still holding me close, not moving at all for a few seconds. I grip his sides, letting my nails sink into his back, as I adjust to his size and wonder if I’ll ever get used to it.

All the other times it had been fast. Passionate. Entangled limbs and hard thrusts until my legs gave out and I couldn’t move anymore. The other kind of human battering ram, if you catch my drift, because König fucks just like he fights. Putting the ‘insertion’ and the ‘specialist’ into ‘insertion specialist’. I was used to him jerking me on his cock how he liked it and me just taking it like a good girl, that I was completely… at a loss for words. Seeing him kneel before me, buried deep inside me, fucking me with lazy, languid strokes, while his hands are caressing my back, stroking over my sides softly. This is different. Slow, tender. Almost lovingly.

“You feel so good.”, he tells me. “But…” I halt. “But what?” – “I want to kiss you.”, he whispers. Okay, so this is definitely different from all the hasty stolen moments we had together so far. Even when he ate me out, he didn’t remove his cover, so I actually never saw his face before, except for his eyes. “We can do that.” I swallow down my nerves. “Should I lift your… mask?”, I ask him. He nods and my shaky hands reach for the hem of the hood, slowly pulling up, stopping right over his mouth. I look down, seeing the curve of his lips beneath the fabric as he leans forward. My hand cups his right cheek and I feel his stubble against my fingertips when he kisses me for the first time. His lips press against mine. Soft, so soft, in contrast to his big burly figure. He breaks away for just a moment, his eyes searching mine. König sees something in them that seems to satisfy him and he leans down again. I answer his kiss as a moan slips over my lips, giving him the chance to deepen it.

When his tongue moves against mine, he starts to push into me again. Tingles erupt all over my body and even if it’s not hard and fast like I’d normally prefer, the way he’s holding me, kissing me, fucking me is building up my arousal with every languid roll of his hips. I don’t think I had somebody ever do me like this before and I feel a pang of… some kind of emotion in my chest that I’d rather not dwell on right now. I push it away and concentrate on König again.

I want to feel him close, closer, my other hand, currently not on his face, is trailing up his back, feeling his warm body beneath my fingertips. He pulls me flush against him, picking up a little bit in tempo. Our movements are getting needier and I grind against him, not breaking the kiss, so he swallows up all my sounds and sighs. “Please, Liebes*****.”, he whispers against my lips. “Come for me.” His fingers trail down, finding my clit, stroking at the same pace, repeating his plea. The flood of arousal washes over me as he fills me up again and I can’t hold back the soft scream that escapes me as I come around his dick. I feel him tremble beneath me, coming inside me as the waves of my orgasm subside. All I hear are our intertwined heavy breaths as I still try to grasp what just really happened.

König pulls back, kissing me one more time, then the hood falls back down again. He puts his dick away and buckles his belt before he raises his hand one more time. His thumbs caresses over my cheek, I can feel his fingers on the side of my face. “For a second today, I was afraid that I lost you.” His voice is a whisper, almost soundless. His words hit me, like a punch to the stomach, I didn’t expect him to say anything about it, to feel this way. Before I can answer, he gets up and for the first time I register that he is still fully clothed, stains of blood all over his shirt, mine and the enemies. His tattooed forearms and hands are bloody. We didn’t even wash off the remnants of the fight before we fucked. The tender moments form a stark contrast against the blood and violence. The 6’10’’ killing machine standing in front of me whose hands can rip enemies apart, but I only know the pleasure they give me, how they caress me, how they patched me up today,

“Where are you going?”, I ask him as I look up at him. He looks down on the floor and I can see him shutting down a bit. “I just wanna get some workout done.”, he says finally. “You can stay here, get some rest.” With long strides he’s at the door. “I’m gonna be back… soon. Okay, Mauserl**?” I nod as light from the hallway streams into the room, then the door closes, he’s gone and I’m alone in his bed. I lie down, ignoring the wet sensation between my legs of our combined fluids. I grab the covers and pull them over me. The soft light still illuminates the room and I bask in König’s smell, the blanket and the warm glow giving me the comfort that the man himself couldn’t right now.

Translations: *Herr Doktor: 'Mister doctor', polite salutation for a doctor in german **Mauserl: more austrian version of small mouse ***Hätte hätte, Fahrradkette: a silly german way to say 'what happened, happened, can't do nothing about it now' ****gut: 'good' *****Liebes: 'my love'

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