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Banhammer looks great in jewelry.
Medkit didn’t really think he would ever have that thought on his mind, but seeing Banhammer in his accessories was so delicate.
The warden had silver rings that glisten up perfectly in his reflection, his hands shining—it glitters, and fits
the man perfectly. Pearly and attractive, just like his smile.
No doubt, Banhammer found it a bit strange when the medic told him to sit down and let him try something onto him for a few, but it wouldn’t be fair for him to say anything on it—speaking Banhammer's casual fits aren’t really different compared to other citizens. The only thing he had was a lip piercing.
Medkit opens the small porcelain box with solicitude, grabbing the white hoop with careful grip, soon using one of his other hands to wrap his fingers against Banhammer's purple horns, rubbing as he adds the circular piece of jewelry on top of it.
The iris colored horns go perfectly with silver, like Banhammer had them just specifically for that reason. Medkit looks at his work, it’s even better—with the medic having his own golden hoop on his horns, the two colors remind him of the sun and moon.
“ Thoughts ?” Medkit inquired.
“How much are you going to put on me?”
“It’s only rings and a hoop on you, shush.” The medic scoffs, grazing over the accessory before trailing down to Banhammer's hair and softly running through it, looking in the glass for any errors.
“You look good,” Medkit compliments, a grin appearing on Banhammer’s face. “Not too flashy, I hope?”
“Surprisingly, not at all,” The tyrant responds, tilting his head back a bit to admire the way the silver and white pieces of jewelry complimented each other. “But you think I look better as this?”
“No— no , you look handsome enough in whatever you’re wearing,” Medkit insisted, turning away from Banhammer as he fiddles with the clasping mechanism. “You’ve always been gorgeous to me.” He admits, not daring to peek again behind.
“Oh?” The warden hummed, not expecting the response. “That’s what you think?”
“Mhm, you’re quite stunning.” The medic pulls the hoop slowly off of Banhammer’s horns, the metal scraping softly against the bone.
“If that isn’t shocking, hearing that from somebody like you.” Banhammer teased, his voice laced in sarcasm.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, just messing with ya.” The tyrant smiles warmly, shifting to brush over the other’s cheek.
✧.*
His talking makes evenings like this perfect.
Banhammer is the person to talk about his whole day once he returns home, Medkit either in the bed or the desk scrolling through paperwork as the warden tells him all about his tiny adventures. But, Medkit finds his rambling somewhat.. warm. He doesn’t find much stress pushing onto him when he feels Banhammer's presence.
They’re both on the couch—possibly some random type of news rambling on the television, and Banhammer sits on the carpet between Medkit’s legs, the warden's hair being brushed and played with in the other's lap. It feels soothing, both of them can’t really ask for anything more right now.
“So—you’ll never guess who I found.” Banhammer continues his story, pointing a finger up in the hair.
“The Broker?” Medkit added.
“Yeah, him. ”
Medkit’s face curves into a serene smile, moving his hands through Banhammer's hair with very much care, examining for any tangles and moving his fingertips along his scalp. “You seem to run into him every other day.”
“I know, and he always manages to find a way out of the cell! I should probably just kill him at this point.” Banhammer mutters, crossing his arms.
“ Don’t.” Medkit ruffles his hair as a slight gesture, Banhammer slightly startled by the movement. “You two might find a resolution in the future.”
The medic huffs, now tugging slightly on a piece of the tyrant's hair with a comb.
Every feeling of a stroke to his dark threads, it’s another challenge for Banhammer to not sink into the touch. His fingers move down his neck softly grabbing pieces of hair, and the warden swears his heart beats faster feeling his light. The sensation sends shivers down his spine, and it feels nice.
But the tyrant only huffs when his brushing stops.
“Aren’t you gonna continue your stories?“ Medkit pauses, and stops moving entirely. This causes the warden to look up at him in his direction, taking the doctor's attention.
“Don’t got anymore..for now.” Banhammer leans deeper into Medkits left leg, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Plus, this is..neat.”
“You seem to like me playing in your hair, no?” Medkit chuckles as he notices the pressure. “I could do this more often—if that’s okay with you.”
“I’d like that,” Banhammer breath hitches, feeling a small peck on his forehead from the other. “I’d like that a lot .”
✧.*
A rich smell fills the kitchen air and Medkit’s nose.
“Ban?” He calls the nickname as his footsteps echo, getting the warden’s attention as his head shifts away from the pot.
“You’re finally up from your nap, sleep good?” Banhammer's energetic voice rings through his ear, the medic nodding as he wipes his right eye.
Medkit didn’t really say anything, only walking closer to Banhammer as he turned his gaze back to the stove—looking at the determined smile on his face, his fast movement, and Medkit can tell everything about him is so loveable.
The medic finally gets close enough, wrapping his hands around the other's waist behind him and resting his head on his back. A small over dramatic sigh runs off of Banhammer's tongue, giving in to his embrace soon enough.
“What are you exactly..making?” Medkit hums.
“Just some basic noodles. Momma taught me,” Banhammer gives a conceited look, adding small amounts of spices in a container into the boiling liquid. “What do I look like as a powerful man not knowing how to cook?”
“An idiot?” Medkit jokes.
“Clearly.” The warmth from his skin seeps into Medkit’s own as he leans even deeper against him.
The way Banhammer easily stirs everything together, adding more ingredients and concentrating to make sure it’s perfect. Medkit doesn’t need to see the recipe to know what it will taste like, how so he can trust him enough to make a meal.
Banhammer suddenly grabs a wooden spoon near him, scooping up some of the hot crimson liquid from the pot, along with small peppers being picked up as well. He blows on it, soon turning his head and the item to Medkit’s mouth.
“Here. Tell me how the sauce tastes.”
Medkit looks up first, then hesitantly takes the fluid—letting the flavors have an effect on his tongue. It's warm, sweet, and spicy—like an open wound that’s been freshly healed. Medkit swallows, closing his eyes while doing so. “It’s…”
“It’s good..right?” Banhammer grins, looking satisfied. “Momma always tells me I’m a good cook!”
“She told you true, she did.” Medkit nods without any pause. His hand goes back to the back of Banhammer’s neck, his thumb grazing against him. The warden leans down slightly, their noses brushing each other.
Banhammer meets him for a soft kiss on his lips, their breaths mingling, tasting like the spices he added earlier.
And Medkit then bites his bottom lip gently, letting out an incoherent mumble of approval.
✧.*
“Place it anywhere you want.”
Banhammer picks up the violet sticker, in the shape and detail of a tulip. Medkit looks at the empty pages in the diary, compared to his own—filled with teal handwriting and other decor.
The tyrant places the purple sticker in the left top corner, now one item is placed in the first page of the notebook Medkit gave him. He then looks in his direction. “Is this okay?”
“Perfect.”
Banhammer picks up the cup with markers, selecting the purple color and removing the cap. He scribbles waves and more by the sticker, feeling Medkit look at his doodles.
“Can’t believe you have a journal, you do this while I’m gone?” Banhammer questions, looking back at the others notebook—green and teal cutouts striped all over pages, getting inspiration from his.
“Sometimes, it’s peaceful.” Medkit says, resting his head against the side of Banhammer's shoulder as they sit. “You should try doing this more often. We could write together.”
“What exactly..do I write?” Banhammer tilts his head in confusion, not really getting what it entails to have the book.
“Anything, whatever makes you happy.” Medkit shifts the pen over to his direction. “It’s for fun. Don’t be so serious about it.”
The warden grabs the book, lifting it up and gazing at the messy yet somehow satisfying scribbles. Hearts, stars, horns—he nods, then turns to Medkit. “Ain’t it beautiful?”
“It’s cute, here .” Medkit takes the marker out of his hand, drawing one half of the heart. He then switches to the teal marker, finishing the shape on the right. The two colors resemble them both, and Banhammer heart almost skips a beat.
“You’re a dumbass.” The warden rolls his eyes.
“And you love it.”
Banhammer pushes himself to give a kiss on Medkit’s cheek, rubbing his lips softly against his skin. He parts slowly after—but he still sees something missing in his journal compared to Medkits again.
Something Written.
It looks bland—especially with only the drawings in the corners. Banhammer stares at his notebook for a moment, then shakes his head as he gets an idea.
“Can I write about how much I love you?” The warden teases, a cunning tone in his voice.
The doctor's eyes widened, soon facepalming with the words. His cheeks heat up.
“ Sure .”
✧.*
“Just these files, then I’ll be with you.”
Medkit finds himself right under the moon.
Still sitting at the desk, faint lidded eyes—paperwork and folder’s surrounding him, pen clicking repeatedly as he marks documents. Deep breathing, wondering if he even has motivation to finish.
“Please don’t tell me you’re really gonna stress yourself out again over that faction.” Banhammer sighs, not too far away as he’s in the bed looking at Medkits work. “How much sleep did you get before we were together?”
“Hm—“ Medkit’s eyes widened, swallowing hard at the question. “About..five hours?”
“Not enough,” Banhammer bites. “C’mere and go to bed.”
“These are due the day after tomorrow, dear.” He points his pen at a document near the top of his work pile, then turns around to face Banhammer—not wearing his purple blindfold like usual, old scars under his eyes. How beautiful he is .
“Exactly, you got a whole day ahead of you—it’s eleven at night, sleep already.” Banhammer protests.
“But—“
“No buts,” Medkit is cut off. “Come on, don’t you want to rest—and snuggle ?” Banhammer grins at the last two words he said, and Medkit puts his pen down in defeat.
“I can’t resist you, really.” Medkit slowly gets up from the chair, setting the papers and writing supplies aside. He walks over to where Banhammer is laying down, smiling softly as he lays down on the bed joining him.
Banhammer immediately shifts moreover to him, resting his head on his chest ever so slightly—both the tips of their horns faintly grazing each other. The soft warmth seeps through both their skin as he wraps an arm around Banhammer and holds him close. A purr emanates from the warden's throat, his arms holding Medkit close and closer.
“I’ll admit. It is rather hard to catch a break.” Medkit whispers, pressing a kiss to Banhammer's forehead.
“Of course it is,” Banhammer snickers, voice full of pride. “ I love you .”
“.. God ,” Medkit whispers quietly after kissing Banhammer's forehead softly. He kisses him on the cheek next, agreeing quietly, “I love you too.” The soft sound of his voice makes them all the more special. “That better?”
Banhammer smiles cheekily, not really remembering the last time Medkit spoke so delicately with his voice—especially in those three words.
Medkit hums, and Banhammer presses his face against Medkit’s chest, nuzzling his face to the soft skin. He hears Medkit's heartbeat, soft and steady.
That's all they need.
✧.*
Medkit examines the environment.
Banland was— Banland. A fiery and fiercely presence, prison cages levitating above. Lava between spaces of the ground, and the medic especially admires the statue that resembles Banhamner himself.
“So, what do you think?” Banhammer asks, lacing his fingers with Medkits. He lets him sit back on the large boulder in the middle and examine the scenery one more time.
“It’s..unique,” Medkit finds the words, and Banhammer seems satisfied. “Different from the other fractions I’ve been to so far.”
“Perfect, you know I have style!” The warden presses a kiss to the medics cheek, moving his fingers up to his shoulders. “Thought of taking you here for a few days.”
Medkit smiles slowly, shifting closer to rest his head on Banhammer's shoulder as they sit. “Thank you. It’s the thought that counts.”
Banhammer's fingers trail on the fabric that Medkit is wearing, pressing soft pecks and loveable kisses on his forehead and horns that make the medic twitch faintly. Medkit doesn’t say anything about the actions, rather sinking into it.
“You’re beautiful, Med.” Banhammer mumbles against his hair—and he swears the nickname and the compliment he used catches the other off guard. His cheeks rush a shade of faint peach color, absorbed in the feeling.
“You too.” He mumbles—but he thinks Banhammer still hears it, Medkit bets. “So..what is this? Date night ?”
Banhammer pauses, then continues after a few seconds. “I guess you can consider it like that. We both need this anyways.”
Medkit nods and sighs lightly. Of course there would come a time when Banhammer needs an emotional release, just like him.
"Yeah—we should do this more often, really." He suggests, and he feels Banhammer nod in response. It is reassuring, and he loves the love it brings.
The medic turns his head, cupping Banhammer's cheeks as he brings a kiss to his lips. The kiss is sweet and warm, and he smiles against the warden's mouth as he feels him rub his shoulder in approval.
Medkit sighs shortly after into it and pulls away only slightly, resting his forehead against Banhammers. They're quiet for a moment, simply breathing as they take comfort in each other.
“Wonder what I did to deserve you.” Banhammer speaks up, breaking the fast tranquility.
“Mm, well. If I had to be honest....there’s a whole lot of reasons why.” Medkits lips press gently to his lips once again.
✧.*
He’s doing it again, but sees more than last time.
Medkit returned back with putting all the jewelry and luxury items on Banhammer for fun, watching him shine out like a piece of rare treasure. He really appreciates Banhammer for even letting him do it anyway.
It’s gold on him this time—the opposite of the silver he had on in the previous. He also looks beautiful in that too, but Medkit really does think he looks beautiful in anything.
Banhammer looks up, Medkit’s eyes focusing on him swiftly. “Is this color better on me?”
“No, I still think silver belongs to you.” Medkit states, connecting the necklace with a gold chain gently around Banhammer's neck.
Banhammer lets his body be guided through the whole process, not moving at all. “Really?”
“Yeah. You’ll be…” His eyes lit up. “Silver..and I’m gold.” Medkit pauses slightly after putting the necklace on, not knowing how else to finish.
“Sounds good enough for me.”
Medkit goes to the dresser again, pulling out a box similar to that last porcelain one—but a usual wooden brown that has multiple rings inside—and he picks out the gold ones specifically.
Medkit holds up Banhammer's hand slowly, adjusting and putting rings one by one on his hands. They’re kind of small and barely fit Banhammer’s palm as the complete opposite as what he thought, but they’re pretty, which is what counts.
Medkit pulls back, looking at Banhammer admiringly. “It’s not too tight, is it?” he says quietly, brushing some hair out of Banhammer's face.
“No, I actually like it.” Banhammer murmurs back. “It’s..cool.”
Medkit stares at the rings on his fingers, a thought popping up in his mind. His eyelids lower slowly, examining it closer as he pauses putting any more items on Banhammer’s body. He feels the need to say something.
Banhammer’s voice cuts into Medkits thoughts, “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Have you ever...” Medkit pauses, hesitant. His eyes now bring their attention to the other. “Thought about marriage ?”
Banhammer clearly gets shocked a bit from the sudden words, but his expression remains unreadable. “As in..us?”
“Yes, us.” Medkit clarifies softly, now turning back to look at the ring on his finger—just like a spouse. ”Like me and you. You and me.” He says with emphasis.
“Gosh, you...” Banhammer replies, though Medkit worries at the slight pause to his tone and expression.
“You don’t have to stress it out, you can take time to—“
“No.” Banhammer interrupts him. “Marriage. Us. That. I’d love it.” He smiles at Medkit warmly, reassuringly. “Us as husbands. That’d be beautiful, so beautiful to have you as mine by law and love.”
Medkit gets flustered, letting out an awkward chuckle as Banhammer lets out his thoughts. He swore his heart would swell.
“I’d like that too.” Medkit mutters under his breath, then slowly raises his volume. “I love you. Forever. If you'll allow me to.”
“Of course.” Banhammer grabs his waist, pulling him into a kiss, warmth on his lips messing on his own before he slowly pulls away.
“ I think that’s perfect. ”