Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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After the latest phestival, Banhammer realizes that collars and him don't fare too well. Or do they?
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Medkit hooks a finger into the ring and tugs lightly once more. Banhammer lurches more than he should’ve with the sudden, overwhelming urge to follow the younger man.
“There. Akin to tightening a tie, no? I’m sure you’ll be able to fit it properly on your own, next time. It wouldn’t do to not commit to the piece fully.”
The words go through one ear and leave through the other as Banhammer’s attention is gripped by the taut collar around his neck, breathing coming out thin and weak, gaze trembling.
“What the hell did you just do?”
Medkit blinks down at him. Banhammer’s never felt so small in his life.
“I fixed your… collar.”
The way he says the word collar drags on like the word physically takes effort to say. And Banhammer simply sits there, staring up at Medkit like he just pulled the sun out of the sky, and very faintly, he can feel heat rushing to his ears. Crap.
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- Part 1 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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The door whines open, and an awfully familiar voice drifts over. Banhammer’s heart drops to his shriveling balls. “…sorry for coming over at such an inconvenient time, but I figured we could – damn it, this always falls out – that we could go visit that new watch shop on Eleventh Street? If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I just thought—”
A silence settles over the house. Banhammer’s never scrambled for the door in such a short amount of time as he does now, shoving himself between Momma and the door – as well as a confused Medkit who blinks up at his towering, commandeering figure of a mother, dressed to the nines in a well-fitted suit – and slams the door shut with a resounding bang.
“It’s not what you think.” He blurts the same time Momma covers the bottom half of her impressed face with a hand and hisses under her breath, “Damn, he’s fine!”
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- Part 2 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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“—Then again,” Windforce loudly interrupts, resting her cheek on her upright fist again as Medkit trails off into confused silence, “Who am I to predict the outcome of your relationship? Are you really going to accept that so quickly? I suppose you are confused… still, could’ve held onto denial for a little longer. I’m a little disappointed.”
“What?”
“I said what I said. Who’s the say your relationship will end in heartbreak and tears and all of that? Of course, if it all does come to that, I will hunt you down and personally cut off your third leg myself, but… I dunno, maybe that won’t happen.”
“Windforce, with all due respect, the failure of Banhammer and I’s relationship is the most likely result. We aren’t ready for that sort of thing.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Windforce murmurs, drawing the crystal – Medkit’s crystal – from her pocket and spinning it on the table. Medkit’s eye follows the movement like a hawk. “Still, I’m just saying. Who’s to say?”
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When Windforce finds out that her son has someone in his life that seems a little more than interested in him, she takes it upon herself and respectfully invites said demon out to meet. She gets more than she bargained for.
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- Part 3 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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The Mechanics Of Folding A Demon Like A Lawnchair by Anonymous
Fandoms: PHIGHTING! (Roblox)
10 Feb 2024
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“I still don’t understand how someone’s supposed ‘ta get folded.” Banhammer mutters after a few minutes of silence.
Well isn’t he interested? Medkit narrows his eye at the other demon, eyebrows sardonically raised and gaze unimpressed as he says, “Are you insinuating that I show you?”
The moment of contemplation on Banhammer’s part gives Medkit enough reason to decide that yes, he was in fact insinuating such a thing.
“Am I?” Banhammer replies boldly as if he hadn’t seriously considered it, and Medkit has to repress the urge to call him out on it if not just to hear whatever reasoning he comes up with next. “If we think about this logically, a lawn chair folds inwards, don’t it? If we replace the legs and arms with limbs, how’s that gonna work? Are we bending limbs backwards or forwards? How flexible do we gotta be? And how is Shuriken supposed to do that to me?”
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medkit gets his weekend ruined and banhammer gets folded :thumbs_up:
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- Part 4 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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Banhammer doesn’t know how he ended up pressed against a wired fence.
Medkit resolutely stares up at him, wandering hands gripping his hips in a hold far tighter than a demon like him should possess.
“You started this. Take care of me. A man like you should be more inclined to take responsibility for his actions, don’t you think?”
Banhammer splutters at the blatant unfairness of Medkit’s words, gripping at a hand that sidles over his rear and cups the back of his thigh. “I did? Me? I don’t think what I did warranted whatever demonic spawn ‘yer becoming!”
“You bit my lip.” Medkit says almost sullenly as if he is being wronged.
Banhammer can’t help the frown of utter perplexion on his face, exasperation tinging his words as he asks, “Okay, and?”
Wrong thing to say, apparently; Medkit’s face tightens, and there’s a flash of something… bothered – is bothered even the right word for this? – in his gaze. “There is no and. You bit my lip and now I wish to kiss you. Is that so wrong? Do you not want this?”
At this point, not even being spun around at light-speed could match the amount of whiplash Banhammer is getting from this conversation.
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- Part 5 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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And then it happens. Banhammer’s grabbing mugs out of the cabinet when there’s a hefty sigh from behind him. Not even a second later, a loud smack rings through the house.
Sighing harshly through his nose, Banhammer sets down the mugs before they cracked in his hands and pushes back his locs as he registers the sting vibrating through his rear.
“I wanna know what compelled you to do that.” He says without looking back, hands twitching with the urge to backhand the demon behind him in retaliation.
“…I figured it would be a waste not to. You… you have a rather tempting backside.”
Banhammer turns himself around, impassively staring down at Medkit who looks far too resigned to his fate now that he’s gone and assaulted the warden of Banland’s cheeks. “And you’ve been thinking of doing that for how long?”
Medkit’s gaze finally meets his own. “A while.”
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- Part 6 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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Hyperlaser reaches for one of the messily iced cookies on the coffee table, one hand holding it and another hand holding a cup of coffee, and he eats the two together, humming thoughtfully. “We added too much nutmeg.”
Katana glances at him, his mask turning slightly, and then he reaches for a cookie as well, biting into it. “Hm. A little bit.”
For a moment, silence settles upon them.
“…Do you think they were a couple?”
“Who?”
“Medkit and Banhammer. They seem rather close, don’t they?”
Katana shrugs, letting Princess sniff at his fingers and rub her neck against his skin. “Maybe. I couldn’t really tell.”
“I think you just aren’t the sharpest in the shed when it comes to emotional awareness, Katana.”
“You aren’t much better. Even when I gave you a flower every week, and we went out to dinners together, it took you three months to realize I was courting you. I believe this is a mutual thing.”
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After three encounters with a particular duo while out holiday shopping, Hyperlaser begins to question the status of their relationship. Dating? Friends-with-benefits? Some peculiar, advantageous relationship? He does not know, and their constant bickering isn't helping.Series
- Part 7 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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“He’ll have a water, thank you.” Says that rumbling voice, a voice that has talked to him for hours on end, offered comfort for hours on end, slowed the light-speed of his thinking mind for hours on end. The hand on Hyperlaser’s shoulder squeezes briefly, and the eyes of Katana’s mask slide his way, seeming to take him in.
Suddenly, Hyperlaser’s conscious of the faded bloodstains on his cuffs. Of the slackness of his tie and the wrinkles along his clothes. Of what could be smudges and debris and dust all over his mask.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Hyperlaser nods a greeting. “Katana.”
“Hello, Hyperlaser.” Katana murmurs after a few seconds of staring, the heaviness of his gaze leaving Hyperlaser as he looks at the array of bottles on the counter. A wave of shame, thick and choking, washes over Hyperlaser the longer Katana looks, and it feels like hours later that the bigger demon turns back to him with what can be a sympathetic tilt of his head.
He’s concerned.
No, he isn’t.
Is he worried then?
No. Not that either.
Then why does he stare like that—
“Hyperlaser.”
He pauses, bringing his lead-weight gaze back to Katana. “…Yes?”
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- Part 8 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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“Alright, you asked ‘fer it!” Banhammer bellows, stomping up before Medkit even so much as flinches and shoving his hands right into his sides. Immediately, he wiggles his fingers, shakes his hands up and down, even going as far as to shove them up Medkit’s covered armpits, and its only when he does that that smaller hands shoots out and grabs his wrists, squeezing hard enough for it to hurt.
Banhammer’s owl-eyed gaze snaps up to Medkit’s face, buzzing with anticipation at the mere possibility of a smile, maybe even a chuckle—
He gets neither.
Medkit stares down at him with the most listless face known to mankind save for the confused, heavily annoyed downturn of his eyebrows. Deities above, is that disappointment Banhammer sees as well? What the hell.
Banhammer’s never wanted hellfire to emerge from the ground and consume him more than right now.
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- Part 9 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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A tiger.
Medkit stares at the massive, feline-like entity digging through his fridge, rubbing sleep from his eyes whilst heavily considering that maybe he hasn’t gotten his minimum thirty minutes of sleep just yet. The... demon? Feline? Demon-feline? It continues to dig through his fridge and pulls out a carton of milk with large, paw-like hands, giving his apartment no respect whatsoever as it chugs from the carton.
This isn’t exactly ideal. The beginning of a headache seems to brew in the back of his head, and Medkit drags a hand over his face, feeling the start of a beard along his chin. “...Banhammer?”
The feline jumps and freezes. Four wide, diluted eyes bore into Medkit as Banhammer swivels around and stares at him, carton of milk clutched to his chest, massive tail lashing behind him.
Mm. It truly is Banhammer in a cat costume. Impressive.
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- Part 10 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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Body hunched over the trash bin, fingers gripping the lid far too tightly, Banhammer looks Medkit up and down. Clenches and unclenches his jaw. Eventually, he murmurs to Medkit’s complete, genuine surprise. “I didn’t say you had’ta leave.”
At those few words, Medkit raises his brows in disbelief, expression taking a turn for the unimpressed as he takes in the meaning behind Banhammer’s admittance.
“So, you don’t want me to go?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you insinuated it.
“Don’t use those big words with me right now.” Banhammer groans under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. It takes Medkit a moment, but he notices the light tremor in Banhammer’s hands.
“...Apologies.” Medkit says unsurely while eyeing the tremors, unable to decipher whether or not he should leave or stay.
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- Part 11 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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“...I said I’m tired.”
“Okay, and I heard ‘ya the first time. C’mon, if we hurry, we’ll make it!”
An impossibly cold hand grabs his own. A pained look flashes across Medkit’s face as his eye slips open, staring down at their intertwined hands. It feels like he’s being burned where he and Banhammer touch. It takes one, two, three tugs forward before he’s yanking his hand away, stumbling forward a bit while Banhammer pauses and blinks back at him with those wide, stupidly clueless eyes of his.
Medkit wishes he hadn’t bared his eyes this night. He doesn’t want to see what kind of expression Banhammer can make in the face of what he is about to say.
“Listen to me.” Medkit relents after a few moments of stiff silence, his voice strained and threadbare...
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OR, the good ending to doomed yaoi
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- Part 12 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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When Medkit opens the door to his apartment one not so fine morning – halfway into his grave from being called in at three in the morning – he expects a quiet, peaceful apartment.
Well, he supposes he does in fact get just that, though he stares very pointedly at the random pile of clothes in the middle of his tiny apartment. Atop said pile of clothes lies a lethargic looking demon – feline? Demon-feline? – who stares back at him from where it’s sprawled amid his clothes, clad only in boxers.
Hm.
Medkit turns his focus back to taking his shoes off.
It’s far too early to ponder just why his demonic acquaintance hasn’t returned to normal after roughly twenty hours.
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- Part 13 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!
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A compilation of all my unpublished wips as a farewell to the A03!Phighting Community
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- Part 14 of Pitbull In The Fray Universe!