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Banhammer rolled over onto his side, shivering from the sudden cold of the night. Luckily for him, he knew just the thing to warm himself up. His arm reached out over the bed, stretching out to ensure that he could grab Medkit and steal him away to be in his arms. A shiver rippled down his spine. Fucking hell, it was cold.
His arm sleepily flailed about, trying to find his lover, and yet Banhammer just couldn’t seem to reach him. Despite his exhaustion, he cracked open one pair of eyelids, searching for Medkit’s figure in the dark of their room.
But the other half of the bed was empty. The covers pulled down and bunched up, evidence that an escape was made sometime earlier in the night. Banhammer groaned and rolled onto his back, half-tempted to just close his eyes and drift back into sleep.
Unfortunately, he was worried. Despite how much he bullied himself about it, he really did care about Medkit. He loved him too desperately to ignore his absence. And if that wasn’t enough? Banhammer was still cold. Freezing, actually. And keeping Medkit tucked warmly against his chest seemed like too welcoming of an idea for him to give up on it.
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24 Feb 2026
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Banhammer's husband, Medkit, has been missing for a long time. So when he gets a strange message telling him where to go to find him, of course he goes to investigate.
But when things don't go as planned, Banhammer's mother intervenes to try and make her son happy once again. To put all the broken pieces back together again.
An easy fix, when you're an immortal deity. One that will surely not make everything worse.
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“Medkit, for your crimes against the inphernals of the factions, that include but are not limited to, Aiding and abetting, Burglary, Fraud and involuntary manslaughter, the court of Banland herby sentences you to…”
Medkit stared up at the judge with a blank expression, hearing the charges against him fall onto his ears. He wasn’t proud of the things he did for the church, the things they made him do, but he supposed he did them anyways, and that adds up.
He probably could have gotten away with it too, if he had just stayed with the church, instead of running away and getting arrested so they wouldn’t find him. Prison was far better than death, at least he’d get to live without being constantly used and made to do the church’s dirty work.
At least he’d get to live.
“...Death by the electric chair.”
What.
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Bookmarked by Xie_Cuowu
31 Aug 2025
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Goated medhammer fic that you should check out or else