Warmth in Blackrock (Subkit fluff)

Warmth in Blackock

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The smell of freshly baked sourdough and muffins out of the oven engulfed the phighters' senses, what would've been a time for relaxing was instead solemn. The hot steamy air filled the conquer arena which was a hydraulic press, occasionally finishing off unsuspecting victims, red hot lights were attached to the machines surrounding the phighters, one of which did not appreciate it too much.

The cynical scientist was getting increasingly annoyed at the large press contained right above the conquer zone, it wasn't like he was the one falling victim to it usually, more so his allies who were too busy fighting for their lives to notice the flashing lights or pop-up text indications.

It wasn't all for naught though as their team won by a long shot. Despite not dying once in the match, the scientist was horribly injured around his leg and overall wasn't doing so wonderful especially when he got trapped above the gigantic press, it didn't do any damage nor particularly expose him, but more of an annoyance. However, his sleep deprivation has made him more careless these days, as proven by how many times he has forgotten about the press lifting back up.

He wasn't exactly keen to seek assistance or help as he retched at the thought of consulting Medkit, his blood boiled at the act of even talking to him but his body desperately needed it.

But Subspace was stubborn, always has been, so he made his way to the metro, planning to head back to Blackrock when he spotted a certain doctor, noticing how he looked like he was having a better day than usual, he chose to approach him so he could ruin his day like always.

"Hey Meddy!!"

This oh-so-small sentence made the medic jump, he was not paying attention to the people on the metro but was not expecting his worst enemy to be here and now that Subspace noticed him, he knew it wasn't going to be such a peaceful ride after all.

"Oh great, you're here." The medic mumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes in irritation.

"Ready for a good time together?!"

"Keep your distance."

His words were laced with vexation and an edge of stiffness, but he couldn't help but realize how wounded the scientist seemed, his lower body was scarred and covered head to toe with dirt, notably his abdomen was rather injured, even actively bleeding ever so slightly.

"You look like a mess, but I guess that's you everyday," Medkit stated nonchalantly, glaring over to see the scientist pouting childishly. His tone changed to curiosity and somewhat considerate, unlike him but it was too compelling to not ask, with his interest piqued, he spoke,

"I assume this was from the phight, but I never really saw you this injured since, well you know..."

Medkit snickered, but behind the subtle insult, it was a genuine question; he had not seen Subspace this lacerated after a phight before, he looked as if he was going to pass out from excessive bleeding if it wasn't for his high pain tolerance. For the scientist, it was a living hell, despite managing to take painful blows, everything from the neck down felt like tiny needles puncturing his skin constantly, but he wasn't the most eager to willingly ask for help from his rival.

"Nonsense Meddy!! I am doing fine!!"

The medic can't help but smirk and raise an eyebrow at the bold, semi-false statement, Subspace lying through his teeth was quite amusing for him because it was clear as day he was in pain, although, he was getting increasingly concerned despite being his rival.

Medkit scoffed, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. He couldn't deny Subspace looked terrible. Besides, a grudge could wait. Healing someone in need, even a rival, was what he did.

"You need help."

"Nuh uh–"

Subspace was grabbed by the wrist, then before he knew it the medic had dragged him off the metro with an ironclad grip. Wanting to get away, he hissed and tried to wriggle away eventually giving up as he unwillingly followed Medkit with a pinch of salt and a displeased expression on his face.

"Ugh, where are you taking me even?!"

Medkit sighed in contempt, not even answering his question before taking him to his house, releasing his firm grip on the scientist, and forcing him to rest on the couch, which he scowled at but accepted nonetheless.

"You are such an ungrateful brat, I'm healing you and this is the kind of reaction I get?"

Subspace gritted his teeth. He hated admitting defeat, especially to Medkit. But the throbbing pain in his leg was getting unbearable. Maybe, just this once, he could swallow his pride... All the while Medkit was healing him begrudgingly, the medic was having the worst day at Lost Temple since Scythe was stuck in Banlands again, and he himself was chased down by Banhammer. Now he's healing this ignorant, unthankful rascal who won't shut up ever.

A few hours passed, exhausted and exasperated, Medkit went to check on his nemesis, already out cold, the scientist was probably more tired than him if he let down his guard and actually slept. Exhaustion finally won over Subspace's defiance. He drifted off to sleep, curled up against the warmth radiating from Medkit's body. In his sleep, he mumbled a begrudging 'thanks.

Medkit sighed, he had to admit, Subspace does look somewhat cute like this. He sat down beside the scientist, scooching over to get closer to him and wrapping his hand around his waist.

The warmth of Subspace radiated off and onto the other, making him almost squirm, it was a hard contrast to the cold freezing Blackrock he used to work in, it was comforting yet unexpected, which made him seek more, nuzzling against him like a gentle breeze caressing his skin.

Snuggling up to him so he would feel every inch of his soft fabric rubbing on his skin, providing consolation to the quiet room, adjusting himself, Medkit rested his head on the taller man's shoulder and embraced his bandaged-up mid-sections with his affectionate hands. The look of them all cushioned up with together like a sweet couple made the medic chuckle softly, clinging to the latter tightly and unyielding.

The flickering lamplight in a nearby corner was the only thing illuminating the room, casting long shadows across the floor. Subspace, usually a cold figure, lay sprawled out, Medkit's head pillowed on his shoulder. One of Medkit's hands, usually wielding his trusty briefcase, traced absentminded circles on Subspace's bandaged mid-section. Subspace, for once, didn't flinch away. Normally, he would have grumbled a retort, but exhaustion held his tongue. Instead, he let out a soft sigh, the tension slowly draining from his body and drifting into sleep.

He knew when the morning came, he would have to explain their compromising position, but for now, it felt better to take Subspace in Medkit's arms and hold him like this, ever so slightly altering his position so he could nuzzle his face in the other's neck, lightly purring against him as he pulls a blanket up, hesitating for a moment, then pulling the blanket a little tighter, unconsciously drawing them closer, covering both of them with the cozy cloth and snugly enveloped the two men, looking like a bunch of love doves cuddling together.

HEAVILY Inspired by: https://www.wattpad.com/story/352030297-subkit-story-idk

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Word count: 1215

27/4/2024