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Medic coming to terms with feelings like butterflies and bursts of excitement when fem reader is around? He doesn't really know what love is or if he does hes stubborn and dismissive of it as a concept.
(Hope this sort of ask is okay, also started reading your fic recently and I love it)
Thank you very much, your compliment means a ton! I’m really glad people are liking the fic so far! B,)
And heck yeah these sorts of asks are okay! I’m pumped to do this one!
MEDIC & FEM READER
Oh, Medic was aware of the concept of “love” alright. Not once had he ever thought it more than a series of chemical reactions, that only brought trouble along with them. (Edgelord)
Technically, he briefly had a license. Having gone through training and watching beside “real” doctors, the number of times he had seen the wrong side of relationships was astounding. Partners abused, unfairly treated, spiteful, arguing, more venomous than snakes. Truly, it gave him the idea that love was merely a reason to stick with somebody for far longer than one should, and to give up on your work.
It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in love as a concept, no, but the amount of fantasy brought into such a cut and dry idea left him impassive to it at best.
So when he and you first met, Ludwig found himself baffled at your lack of fear for the doctor, and the confidence you put into your stride, invading his life and the other’s without a care in the world.
He found himself urging you to stay away. After all, these men were dangerous- yet it puzzled him. Why would he? You were a free source of experiment material, not to mention he cared little for others wellbeing, why yours?
It only dawned upon him that he… Rather enjoyed your presence when Archimedes made a display of landing on your wrist, and instead of freaking out or attempting to crush the bird, you merely… Pet it. Stroked it’s feathers with care and… love, that it hit him like a truck.
This man was furious. How dare you come into his life, interfere with his experiments, and drag him into this, this pitfall-
But when he gripped the ubersaw, the look of genuine, pure curiosity and unfiltered exuberance upon seeing it, going so far as to approach the weapon and try and take it in your own hands, that he realized he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He supposed it was because this woman had never been like one he had ever met prior. Miss Pauling understood his excitement but it was unlikely she shared it, and undoubtedly all the other civilians he had met had been put off by his stories…
Passing in the hallways, he recalled the moments in which it felt like a fluttering dove in his chest, he almost checked if Archimedes had somehow gotten in there- But das war nicht der Fall, no. Had it truly been the affection he had ignored out of spite for god this entire time?
Or instances in which the room went electric with thrilled elation at the discovery that a recent experiment was a success, to have somebody who shared their maniacal laughter or smiled despite their clear discomfort, only served to amplify the charge of exhilaration he felt, to share it.
That you were there when he dropped his guard, showed affection towards his doves, or was vulnerable and weak, sickly even, you had stood by his side like a doctor’s assistant. How had he been so blind?
When he discovered you with his coat draped over your shoulders, far too long with the swath of white fabric touching the floor, he had been stunned. You donned it despite it being spattered with red blood as if it were your own, he could only chuckle and gently pry it away when he saw your look of shock at being found out.
When he found you had taken care of the other mercenaries after watching his methods and practicing it on your own so they would not disturb Medic’s intense focus, had the feeling been pride?
The mad doctor decides to allow you to stay, arranging with Miss Pauling for you to be an assistant so that you would not be gunned down upon leaving with company secrets. As much as he loathed the idea of company of the other mercenaries outside of his experiments on heavy and the others, he can’t help but allow the cheerful bounce in his step when you sign your name on the paperwork, and are accepted into your new home at RED.