8 Works by ChucklesDaGoose
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After being rejected by Heavy, Medic decides to take matters into his own hands by making a new Heavy. Unfortunately, the experiment does not go as planned. It turns out that Heavy's feelings aren't quite as unrequited as he once thought.
Update 3/14/26: under hiatus, may rewrite. Vote in comments if you want this continued/edited.
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Heavy is sick of dancing around his feelings and having his confession interrupted by his coworkers/roommates. After months of hard work, he finally has an offer that he won’t let the Medic refuse. A vacation just for them. Miles away from any distractions. He can’t wait to have Medic all to himself.
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all aboard the incubus! [under revision/rewriting] by ChucklesDaGoose
Fandoms: Team Fortress 2
04 Feb 2026
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Mikhail shook as he, his mother, and his sisters were led into the prison camp that would be their home for the next few years. Just fourteen years old, he'd seen his father put to death, a death that began their own damnation into the hell that was the gulag. His family was worked all day, every day, given only thin soups and porridge to live from. Every night they were forced into the cramped barracks, forced to huddle together with strangers to keep warm. Every night Mikhail would prey for their deliverance. For ten long years he prayed every night, growing bigger but much much weaker. The guards used him as an example when any of the newcomers tried anything. It all came to an end one day when a strange dying old man came to him while he held his sister. "God isn't listening my son. I know of someone who can be persuaded… for the right price." He croaked, voice not unlike that of a raven. "I have nothing I can give." Mikhail replied desolately. "Oh my… no. That is where you are wrong. You still have one thing the guards cannot take from you." The old man reached out a bony hand to tap at Mikhail's chest, right over his heart.
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It seemed like everyone had finally settled in on the RED team, except for one miserable outlier. An aging German Medic, that seemed to look over his patients with a stifled rage rather than any clinical curiosity. There were plenty of rumors floating around about him. Everyone thought he was an ex German militant that escaped after WWII thanks to his genius in medicine. As much as they hated having the RED medic around, there was no denying that the man was incredibly brilliant. It also meant that anyone who needed post battle healing would sooner bleed out than rap on the infirmary door. Even the bravest and most levelheaded avoided him.
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A rewrite of the BLU team's lore with my own original characters. Self-indulgent.
It's been about three months since the BLU team settled into their modest base up in the cold mountains of Alaska. Their newest members, Heavy and Medic, were inseparable. Often it was speculated that the pair had some kind of relationship behind closed doors. However, when out and amongst the rest of the men, the medic followed his partner around like a puppy. Pale eyes focused up on the back of the giant's head at all times. Whenever anyone tried to communicate with the doctor it usually ended poorly. When the doctor was tapped or even lightly brushed against it would cause the man to either flee back to one of the rooms left in Medic's care or if escape was impossible, Medic would stare nervously at the person who'd caught his attention with a tight-lipped smile.Series
- Part 1 of Blu Team 'original' Lore
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Medic contracts a mysterious malady. Perhaps its a curse, not that his highly scientific mind will allow him to admit that it could be. Can he navigate his ailments and his mercenary work without anyone finding out his dark nocturnal secrets? Or will his unwitting nightly routine spell disaster for Mr. Ludwig?
Update 3/14/26: under hiatus, may rewrite. Vote in comments if you want this continued/edited.
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Heavy sat at the meeting room table after yet another failed battle. They’d gone through three potential medics now. All of them cowards or idiots the moment the battle began. He’d personally helped Miss Pauling deposit the body of the last one into an abandoned mine shaft just to make sure the stupid man didn’t come back from the dead. Which led them to this meeting. ”Alright I know it took a lot of waiting! But I had to be absolutely sure that this medic is the one.” Miss Pauling smiled, obviously very proud of herself. ”Ok so I don’t know exactly when they’ll be here, they're on a flight from Chicago right now, they’re all the way from Germany if you can believe that.”
[Update 3/14/26: under hiatus, may rewrite. Vote in comments if you want this continued/edited.]