AN: IT'S THE FI-NAL CHAPTER
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but anyways. thank you guys so much for reading this action-black-rom-com and leaving behind the kindest comments someone could put to writing!
As always, thanks to James, or bugsarecool on Tumblr for proofreading. This final chapter is more fluff-oriented than the others, and isn't exactly essential to the already finished plot, but it ties up some loose ends, and hey, you came here for couply stuff, and there's a lot of it in this chapter!
But what are you waiting for, let's read!

SIX MONTHS LATER

Somewhere, out in the snow, lay a not-so-hidden base. In the base was an array of rooms, some important, some not so much. One of those rooms was a bedroom, one of many. The bedroom was slightly messy, objects being put in order with only the cleaner knowing what order they put them in. There was a bird cage set up near the door, doves flying in and out, a bookcase holding filled medical notebooks and Russian literature, one bed containing both a Minigun and the Medigun, which has been given the nickname "Helga", and another bed containing Mikhail and Ludwig, covered in blankets, limbs intertwined with the other's, sleeping like angels.

Well, if angels snored louder than a Boeing 747, but that's beside the point.

Besides the larger bed, on the opposite side of the small one, an alarm clock started to ring. Ludwig woke up slowly, moved his head slightly towards the noise, and, with expert precision, was able to reset it. He smiled, the first step of getting out of bed done.

He then looked forward at his beloved, whose head was resting on his, his large arms squeezing the doctor's body as tightly as Ludwig found comfortable. Ludwig groaned silently, his head moving in slightly more into Misha's chest. He didn't exactly choose the most practical position, did he?

Ludwig took the first step in getting out of his very comfortable cocoon and gently moved down towards his stomach, squeezing his left arm out of his lover's grip. He then got to work on pulling his right arm from beneath him. Misha was a heavy (hehe) sleeper, he would be fine.

After a large amount of tugging, Ludwig's arm was out, the hard part over. Now was time to get out of the blanket without making a sound. Ludwig's hands widened a gap in the mess of blankets and gently inched his body out of it, first his other arm, then his head, then his torso. After finally pulling his leg out of a particularly tangled part of the fabric, he smiled. He was out.

Hm.

His smile lessened.

The victory was less rewarding than he thought it would be.

Ludwig looked upon Misha's snoring face, currently smooshed up against the pillow, and sighed. He didn't like doing this every morning. If he had any other choice, he would spend the whole day, wait, no, whole week wrapped in those arms. It was the closest thing to heaven he'll ever get.

But alas, there's always one thing more important than comfort or a good sleeping schedule.

Science.

And that will wait for no one.

He kissed the Soviet's forehead as consolidation for leaving him, then turned around and put his feet on the ground. With a yawn, he began to get up, tiredly planning his next cup of coffee. But as soon as Ludwig started to stand, something large and warm came into contact with his left hand, pulling it back. A tired voice was obscured by a pillow.

"No. Doktor, don't leave."

Ludwig sighed. "Misha, we've been over zhis."

Mikhail moved his head towards Ludwig, one single eye looking at him. "Yes, yes, I know. Doktor wants to dissect leetle monkey brains instead of cuddling with boyfriend. Have been told before."

"It'z not monkey brains, it'z-" Ludwig paused. "Listen, I'm sorry it has to be zhis way."

"Da. Your work is important to you, and Misha loves your work." A small grin cracked across his face, visible from the side of the bed. "Doktor just needs more sleep than he gets." Ludwig rolled his eyes. Mikhail continued. "And, besides-"

"Besides vhat?"

"I miss you." Mikhail's face grew forlorn. "Bed is colder when Doktor is not in it, especially when we fight here." Mikhail squeezed his lover's hand. "Please, we have no battle today, come back, warm me up."

"Misha, if you're trying to do vhat I think you're doing, zhen let me say to you, you're not good at it." Ludwig chuckled. "You could come with me into ze lab if you want, ze couch in zhere is zhere for you, I moved it myself."

Mikhail sighed. "Couch isn't what I want. I want Doktor to stay here. And go to sleep."

"And vhy should I neglect my work to do zhat?"

"Mikhail can name many times he had found Doktor sleeping on desk, but Doktor wouldn't want me to bring that up." His eyes tightened. "So Mikhail will provide other reason." He rose from the mountain of blankets, his eye level reaching Ludwig's. "Come back to bed, and Misha will make you breakfast."

Ludwig paused. "...Breakfast?" Mentally, he chastised himself. He should've been gone by now, just as he had done before, and not given Misha the chance to throw such an offer at him. Misha's cooking was a hard thing to pass up. "With ze little pancakes?"

"Blinchiki, yes." Mikhail smiled. "I know you like them."

God damnit. Of all the people who tried to play Ludwig like a fiddle, he never expected Mikhail of all people to do it the best. Ludwig looked at the door, He could just decline Mikhail's offer and go to work right now.

"...Could you also make me some coffee?"

"Why, of course."

Or he could finally give in to Misha's smile and get some goddamn sleep for once.

Ludwig laid back down on the bed, looking at Misha. "Well zhen, maybe you've got yourself a deal." He grinned, and kissed the bottom of Misha's chin. "Could you stay here for a vhile before you do that?"

Misha pulled the blankets over his Doktor, entwining him in his arms in the process. "I would love too. How long?"

"Maybe a few minutes, maybe an hour, I'm staying here for a while, correct?"

"Da."

Ludwig burrowed his face into Misha's titt- pectorals. "Good."

Misha smiled, and pulled Ludwig closer, closing his eyes. "I'll stay for a little bit. Wouldn't want to disturb Doktor."

Ludwig closed his eyes, his voice muffled by fabric. "Heh. Good."

The two snuggled closer, content to spend an hour or two more sleeping in each other's arms.

And they would've gotten away with it too.

If it wasn't for those meddling birds.

Once the two lovebirds had started to snore, Ludwig's multiple actual birds started squawking. It started with only a few birds at first, Archimedes leading the group, making a noise that could've been brushed off as a weirdly repetitive bird song. Then more birds joined in, slowly going higher in volume and intensity. In the end, a harmonised choir of multiple doves was screeching throughout the room, the pitch going up and down like a tornado siren.

Ludwig opened his eyes to find the birds all looking at him and Misha, singing their discordant song almost as if they planned it.

Ludwig giggled at his bird-training hubris. They most definitely planned it.

Misha woke up soon after, his eyes to be joined with his Doktor's tired smile. Ludwig cocked his head, his eyes showing annoyance. "Looks like one of us has to feed zhem." He slowly rose from his pillow.

"No." Misha put a hand on Ludwig's shoulder, pushing him down. "Nononononono. Misha already got you in bed, Doktor won't leave now."

"Mein kúshelbar, I appreciate ze sentiment, really." Ludwig's smile dropped, then he gestured to the cacophony of birds surrounding them. "But I know my doves. Hell, I trained zhem to do zhis call myself, and zhey von't stop until zhey get fed, or we go deaf."

Mikhail looked around at the birds and grimaced. "Doktor has good point." He raised his head. "I will feed birds. And make breakfast. Doktor will sleep, and Misha will join him later." Mikhail grabbed the bag of bird seed from a box underneath the birdcage. The birds, seeing him grab food, slowly grew quieter. "How would Doktor like coffee?"

"Oh, come on, leaving so soon?" Ludwig's frown was met with Mikhail's stare. He sighed. "Large, tall, sweet-ish and strong enough to go through walls." Ludwig smirked. "So, like you, basically."

"Hmm. Of course." Mikhail giggled, pouring out bird feed into his paws. "Milk?"

"Steamed Austrian goat's milk if ve have it, Engie might have a carton, but if not, I'll take it black. Don't use ze powdered coffee, zhat's for emergencies and Sniper. Zhere's a bag of coffee beans under ze sink, use thos-" Ludwig smiled. The birds, who have now shut up, have now all flocked to Mikhail for food, using him as a giant perch. Archimedes in particular has sat on his head. "-Awww, zhey like you now!"

"Hm. Misha couldn't have guessed." Mikhail said jokingly, trying not to let go of any seeds, what with the crap-ton of birds continuously pecking at his hands.

Mikhail's first encounter with the doves after getting together with their owner was rocky, to say the least, less warm welcomes and cooing and more of a "Hey Ludwig's boyfriend! Watch your step or we'll peck out your eyes" kind of thing. "Birds finally like me now. Is nice."

"Vell, zhey better get used to you, you're zheir dad now!" Ludwig smiled. "Zhat's right, mein freunds!" Ludwig directed his attention to his doves, all of them standing in formation like an army. "I know vhat you have done to mein Misha vhen I'm not around, and DON'T try to deny it." The doves looked away from their owner. "If you set ONE tiny little scratch or white stain on him or his clothes, I vill find out, and zhere would be NO SCRAPS OF MEAT for zhem at dinnertime!" The doves cooed nervously. They liked meat scraps.

Medic giggled in triumph. "Isn't zhat right, kushelbär?"

Mikhail stood in place, nearly dropping the feed. It wasn't usual for him to get flustered, but there he was, almost knocked down by one word.

"Dad?"

Ludwig stalled. "Why, yes, you're zheir dad." He shook his head, regaining composure. "Vell, you could argue you're zheir step-dad but zhen again zhey're not from my lo-" Mikhail raised his hand slowly, palm up.

"Oh, should I stop?"

Mikhail nodded. The two stood silent for a moment.

Mikhail smiled. "Hm, I like it. Being a dad."

"Vell, you're doing well so far." Ludwig chuckled. "Wouldn't a good dad get zheir boyfriend some food as well?"

"Oh, I see what Doktor is doing." Misha put the remaining birdseed in the birdcage and walked back to Ludwig. "Breakfast will be here quickly, Misha will make sure of it." He tucked Ludwig in more, then kissed his forehead. "Don't worry."

Ludwig returned the forehead kiss with a mouth kiss. "I von't."

—-

Heavy cracked the eggs into the bowl, adding the sugar and salt afterwards. He's done the recipe multiple times before, learning it from his mother before they had to flee from the Bolsheviks. He smiled, thinking about the times he had cooked these exact pancakes for his sisters.

Engineer came in through the door, covered in soot like he was a cartoon character who just came in contact with an explosion. "Ey Heavy."

"Hello Engineer."

"Cookin' somethin'?"

"Da. Blini. Is for Doktor and me."

"Ah. Nice." Engie smiled and cocked his head to the side. "Speakin of Doc, d'ya know where he is? He ain't in the lab."

"Doktor is in bedroom, asleep."

Engie's smile grew wider. "Well butter me up and call me a biscuit, hoss, ya finally got the doc ta go to sleep early! Really didn't think that was possible, I commend you."

"Was hard feat." Heavy turned his head fully towards Engineer, while mixing the blini batter. "How much sleep has Engineer had?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Go to sleep."

"Maybe when I don't have to fix your bed every few weeks."

"That has nothing to do with conversation."

"Sure as hell keeps me up." Engineer walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cloth to wash his face. "'Bout as much as Doc keeps you up."

Heavy sighed and decided to change the conversation. "How is it with robots?"

"Well, despite what you might think-" Engie gestured to his clothes. "It's actually goin' pretty well. I'm currently workin on a new sentry prototype, 'n' Solly and Demo asked if I could make it explosive. First tests were done today, and, well, it certainly can shoot, I'll give it that."

Heavy laughed, nearly choking on his breath. "AHAHAHAHOHOHHAAAAAAH, you're funny, leetle man." He added oil to the mix. "Glad to know explosive sentry is working well!" He stopped the pancake batter from tipping on the ground. "Ah, Heavy needs to ask you something!"

"Oh." Engie perked up from the basin. "Well, lay it on me, hoss."

"Doktor asked for goat milk in coffee, does Engineer have it?"

"Oh, Austrian goat milk. I really dunno, there might be a delivery of it comin' in today, but I won't be certain of it." He pointed towards the door. "Wanna come and check?"

"Hmm." Heavy looked at the pancake batter, which was pretty much ready to be cooked. He put a tablecloth over the bowl. "Da, sure, dis can wait."

—-

The two walked into the shipping area, where deliveries of ammo, weapons and alcohol were usually dropped off. The delivery for this week had just been dropped off, and Engie was searching through them carefully.

"Goat milk, goat milk, goat milk- hm, maybe it's a bit back." He turned around. "Ey, Heavy, care to help?"

Heavy didn't respond, instead, he was looking at a small package in his hands.

"Heavy, Heavy! Earth to Heavy! Did'ya hear me?"

"Ah." Heavy jolted up. "I am sorry, Engineer. Heavy will help." He put the package down, and plodded towards the array of boxes.

"Ey, thanks." Engineer moved some boxes behind him. He looked at Heavy momentarily, curious. "What was th' package' you were looking at? A new weapon? You've been overdue for some for a while now."

"No, no new weapon." Heavy said, dejected, moving some boxes as well. He did want a new weapon. "Is more important than dat. Package is uh Present… for Doktor."

"Oooooo." Engie responded. "What is it?"

"Present is expensive, and special, Engie does not need to know more."

"Ah, you're keeping secrets from me now, aren't cha?"

"Heavy doesn't know if he should give Doktor 'gift' now, and Engie might tell Doktor about it."

"Why? I'm no snitch."

"Better safe than sorry.

"Well, why is it so special?" Something clicked in Engineer's brain. "Oh. Ohhhhhhh, wow."

"Oh no."

"Really didn't think you would do that so soon…"

"I know, I know. Is just something I have been thinking about."

"You're thinking of marrying Medic, Mikhail. It'sa pretty big thing."

Heavy stopped for a moment and sighed. "Yes, it has been only 6 months, but I have known Doktor for many years, and I have never been closer to anyone else. Is very stupid thing to think of doing right now, but Heavy never wants to leave Doktor's side, and I just want symbol of that."

"Huh. Your loyalty is pretty admirable." Engie finally eyed a box of goat milk in the packages, taking it out behind a box of ammo, two boxes of explosives, and a rubber ducky. "Ah, so that's where it's been hidin!" He gave it to Heavy, smiling. "Well, lemme just say, I trust you enough to make the right decision, and besides, if it all goes to hell, you got tax benefits outta it."

"Yes. Tax Benefits. That is also good reason."

—-

The next half-hour went past like a breeze. The blini were cooked to perfection, the mushroom sauce he added on an excellent add-on, and Engie was able to teach Heavy how to steam milk. Heavy looked at his handiwork, holding two plates of it in one hand. It smelled amazing.

The other hand held a box, the box that was in the package from earlier. Heavy has faced many horrifying things throughout his life without a sweat, and yet this tiny little box that he could crush without hesitation sent a slight shiver down his spine. He walked through the corridor towards his and Medic's room slowly, to give him time to think.

Engineer helped a lot, he would have to admit. Apparently, he got married before, and, while it didn't end well, the unlucky lass and he are still on good terms. After they both made up for the major property damage, grievous bodily harm and crimes against nature they performed on each other.

But Heavy didn't want to have to plant multiple explosive lemons to get back at Medic for removing his entire spine. He just hoped that he wasn't rushing into things, a problem he doesn't encounter often. He considered hiding the package somewhere, where he could pull it out at the perfect moment.

He reached his and Ludwig's room, silently opened the door with his elbow, and smiled. There, on the bed, lay the man he loved, fast asleep, the sun's rays shining on his face. For the past few months Mikhail had tried to get Ludwig to take care of himself more, and from the looks of it, it seemed to have worked. Ludwig was always something Mikhail liked to look at, but now he seemed happier and less tired. The eyebags on his eyes were less defined, his breathing more relaxed, a small but noticeable amount of chub softening his features. One of Ludwig's eyes opened, looking at Mikhail with a smile.

"Ah, Misha! Finally back with breakfast! You really left me out in ze cold for a while, didn't you?"

Mikhail's smile grew wider. He made his choice.

The strongman gently put down the two plates on the bookcase, giving the coffee to a sat-up Ludwig.

"Why, thank you! You've even got ze milk right!"

Mikhail then stared into his beaux's eyes, holding the box in two hands. "Doktor?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know how much Heavy would do for you?"

Ludwig's eyes widened. "Hmm? Vell, I'm assuming it's much more than getting breakfast for me."

"Yes." Mikhail nodded. "Much more than that. Heavy would move mountains for you if he could, if only so he can stay by your side. I love you, Doktor, and I want you to know how much." He got on one knee. "So maybe this will show you."

Mikhail opened the box, revealing the contents to Ludwig.

"Oh, Misha."

It was a human heart, taken from an unlucky Scout some battles ago. Heavy had spent days trying to find a good enough taxidermist that wouldn't ask questions, money being no object. From the looks of the final product, it paid off. It was almost frightening how realistic it was, every tissue and ventricle on it preserved so carefully it looked like it could start beating at any moment. Mikhail looked up at his Doktor, savouring his joy.

"So, Ludwig, will you marry me?"

AN: ANDDDD, AFTER ABOUT 8 OR SO MONTHS, IT'S FINISHED!
Holy crap.
It feels weird to say goodbye.
The good news is that now since I've tasted blood, I want more, and after this I will probably still write fanfic. Hell, I already have a oneshot finished. Look out for that.
Again, thank you to bugsarecool for proofreading, and a huge thank you to you guys for reading.
The blinchiki recipe I used can be found here: blinchiki/
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