Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

TF2 Medic x reader

"Hey Med, how's it going?" I smiled strolling into his lab. It was dark and no one was in there. "Medic?" I turned the lights on and was met by a complete massacre. Blood and bodies everywhere. "What the?" I could hear a low chuckle coming from the corner of the room.
"Looks like I missed one." He spoke in a sing-song kind of voice.
"Medic?! It's me." I stepped backwards but slipped in a puddle of blood, falling atop the body of an enemy sniper.
I grabbed the machete from the dead bushman, crawling further backwards. I always knew this could happen, he could snap. His sanity was held by a thread anyway.
I took note of an open window and saw it as my only chance. As he drew closer I lashed out with the machete and caught his forearm, his wince of pain gave me the time I needed to climb out of the window and run for the nearest town. Despite his injury the medic was in hot pursuit. I ran down an alley only to find it a dead end. He quickly advanced on me. "Medic. Please." I pleaded. "Snap out of it. It's me!" I couldn't help but cry. The man I love, the one I've been with for the majority of my time as a mercenary, was going to kill me. He raised the bone saw above his head, laughing like a madman. I raised my own arms to protect my face and the metal buried deep into the flesh of my forearms. I cried out and screamed in pain. I was close to passing out, blood loss taking its toll on me. "Josef. Please." I begged with what little energy I had. Then nothing. I opened my eyes as much as I could to see about four men dragging him away. Another came to me, I took note of his uniform. Paramedic. That's all I remember before blacking out.
I woke up slowly in a bright room, The all too familiar scent of antiseptics filled my nose, I smiled, it was like being at home. This was different though. It was too clean, too bright to be the medical bay I was accustomed to. As my vision became clearer I noticed a shape sat beside my bed. "Josef." I smiled weakly, but it soon became clear that it wasn't Medic sat beside me as it always was when I was sick.
"Darlin'." A familiar southern drawl emanated from the man beside me.
"Dell. Where is he?" I was worried over my Medic. I know it wasn't his fault, he had obviously been ambushed and fought for his life. I came in at the wrong time, he didn't realise. Dell just hung his head.
"They've taken him to a mental asylum." He sighed.
"No! He doesn't need to be there! They'll ruin him!" I cried, it wasn't until I wanted to grab the sheets to let myself out of bed that I realised, I couldn't close my own hands. I stared at my own seemingly lifeless hands. "What happened?! I- I can't move them!"
"The doctors have done what they can. Medic, he cut through a lot of muscle and tendons. You'll have to have a lot of physiotherapy to move them properly again." He explained.
"I have to see him. He needs to know that I don't blame him. He'll only get worse otherwise." I stated, climbing out of bed, using my teeth to pull the needles from my arm and hand.
"Woah there Darlin' they're not gonna let you do that. And we can't let you work for us again. The administrator has made her choice. If it were up to me, you know I'd always have ya round." He lowered his head.
"No. I get it. It's fine." I stood crying, taking note of a little brown box with some holes in it. "Is this?" Engineer just nodded. "Looks like it's just you and me for now Archimedes. We'll get him back soon. Don't worry." I have the bird a sad smile. I picked up Archimedes and my coat and walked out. "Thanks Dell. For everything."

Two years, that's how long it's been. I can't work as a mercenary any more so have had to put my skills to good use somehow. I managed to get myself a job as a stunt double in movies. I don't really have to use my hands and I am so used to throwing myself around like I did in battles anyway, nothing hurts. I keep going back to the hospital for check ups and a little physiotherapy. I still can't move my fingers all too well but my hands can clench, making picking things up a little easier.
I was in the waiting room to see my physiotherapist when a tall doctor walked past me laughing and chatting with a colleague. It sounded similar to me but I couldn't place it. I looked up and moments later found myself standing in front of the man. "Josef?" I questioned.
"Excuse me. I think you have me confused Fräulein. I am Dr Ludwig." He smiled. His face, it was like a contorted mask. This wasn't him, but it was. "If you are looking for someone I will be happy to help."
"I don't think even you can help me find who I'm looking for now." I mumbled. "I'm sorry for disturbing you Doctor." I spoke before walking back to my seat.
That face haunted me for weeks. That sickly sweet smile, that nice little laugh. The professional doctor. That brilliant mind, now gone to waste. Yeh, his sanity before was questionable but that's what made him Medic. He had no wall that stopped him from trying his experiments, how else would he have come up with the übercharge implant. That wasn't my medic. They took everything that made him, him and stripped it away.
I have a part time job to keep me going between film contracts, nothing big just a behind the counter job at a bakery. Today was one of the days I went to the bakery. Clocking in early to help with the morning rush. I stood behind the counter serving a number of people until he walked in. He immediately spotted me and walked over. "Ah. You're the beautiful Fräulein I met in the hospital a few weeks ago." He smiled. "How are you doing?" He made idle chit chat while ordering.
"Alright. It's been two years and still can't really control my fingers but I'll be fine." I shrugged not looking up at him as I collected his order, picking up with the palms of my gloves hands. "You'd never believe I was once a doctor too would you?" I held up my shaking but unmovable hands.
"That must've been hard." He spoke, genuine sadness in his voice. "How'd that happen?"
"An accident." I thought for a moment as he turned to leave. "Wait. Can I ask a strange request?" He nodded. "You look like someone I lost in the accident. Someone I doubt I'll ever get back." I held my numb hand towards his face, "may I?" He Just smiled and shrugged. I placed my hand gently on the side of his face. Not that I could really feel it properly, but it brought me comfort. As I examined is face, now so stress free, I noticed little marks on his temples. "What happened?" I went to touch them but he stepped back, looking almost scared. "I'm sorry." I turned and walked back behind the counter and he was gone. I looked out the window and saw him running down the street, clinging onto his head. I quickly ran after him, staying a few meters behind him though.
"No. No. I'm better now!" He muttered to himself. "I'm cured. I'm sane." He kept repeating that over and over again. "I can't go back there. Not again." He'd let out the odd scream or mumble incoherently, evidently remembering things. If I'm going to get him back it has to be now.
"Josef?" I called, alerting him of my presence. He just stood there. "Josef. It's me." I gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "I've been looking for you. Waiting to see you again." He turned to me, tears and a confused look on his face.
"I-I don't know you. But I do. Like another part of me knows you."
"You do know me. It's Y/N. Remember. We were together. But one day, you attacked me. That was the accident I told you about. This isn't you Josef."
"It is. This is me. My name is Ludwig. I am a doctor, I have done only good in my life." He repeated this a number of times.
"No. That's what the doctors told you. You're my madman. My caring, lovable madman." I too was in tears. "What did they do to you?" I cupped his face in my hands. "Where has all the life gone from your eyes?" I sat on the ground, crying. "I knew it. It was stupid. I was blind to even think I could ever have you back." I felt a large hand on my back.
"Y/N." He said. "What have I done? How long was I like this?" This time of voice, this manor of speaking, it sounded like the medic I know.
"Nothing. Okay. You did nothing."
"I know you're lying Schatz." I thought he'd never call me that again.
"You kinda lost it, attacked me and was sent to an asylum. I guess I broke through their 'rehabilitation' reached out to the real you." He took my hand in his but looked surprised when I didn't close it. "Give me a second." I stared at it, focusing on the movement like my physiotherapist says to. Eventually my fingers closed around his hand. "Sorry. It'll work again someday."
"If I can find any of my old things I can heal you." He stated.
"Yeh. You know what though. This has given us a new start. You're a doctor again, I've got a job. We could make this work." I smiled. "It won't be like it was, now we aren't Mercs but it can still work... Ja?" He leant down and placed his forehead against mine.
"Ja."

-Jadieelynchx