No offense, but I begrudgingly do this. It was a trade. I get some fanfics from someone, and they get this. Do not expect high quality, I have no inspiration for this so it will be kind of random. This was not on purpose, but it isn't going to be the best one I've done. Whirlingdrago48, you can request others if this does not meet your standards, but please choose something.
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It was nice in crossroads... if you counted a zombie apocalypse as nice. Few people remained in Inphinity. One of those few were Subspace. He was held up in his house, the only place he felt safe, when a knock was heard.
He opened the door to an enraged Ban Hammer who stormed in and choked Subspace against a wall. "You started this problem, so you're going to fix it!" He was clearly very very upset about something.
"I didn't start this-" "LIAR!!!!" He carried Subspace by the throat to his lab and threw him down. "Fix this infection, now." He was not playing around. "You can't be serious! I didn't cause it, I swear." "Like I'm supposed to believe that."
He was clearly not going to listen. Subspace continued his research, very stressed. The warden of Banlands and a demigod was enraged with him, for a virus he (surprisingly) didn't make. After hours of more intense study, he came up with nothing.
"Well?" Ban Hammer asked expectantly. "I can't cure something I didn't create. If I made it, I wouldn't be trying to fix it either." "Who else in the Inpherno would make a virus?" "Medkit." Ban Hammer was shocked at this accusation. "MEDKIT? Why would he-" Subspace cut him off. "He hates me, he probably made it to frame me. Why are you so mad anyway?"
Ban Hammer was not about to tell Subspace T. Mine of all people why he was so distraught. "It's none of your business." He said defensively. "Was it that momma of yours? You were so ob-" "I WAS NOT OBSESSED! I just.... loved her a lot. She was my mother."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I lost all my Biograft's except for the dumbest one. But Betagraft refuses to follow orders and destroy it. I suppose 6 hands is better than 4." He had an idea.
"Why don't you help me? We can work together and find a cure." "I'm not the best with chemicals and science. I'm a phighter, not a thinker." That much is obvious.
1 YEAR LATER
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He can't believe it. Him, Ban Hammer, demigod, son of Windforce, warden of Banlands, was not only working with Subspace of all people, but actually started to enjoy his presence. It was just sickening to him.
Subspace worked hard, long hours to find their much-needed cure. Do to test subjects escaping, they were confined to his lab and attached bedroom, so they were forced to sleep in the same bed.
At first, they both hated the idea. Eventually, after they warmed up to each-other, one night, they both woke up to find themselves cuddling. That memory had bene replaying in Ban Hammer's mind a lot, and he didn't exactly hate it.
What was wrong with him?! He can't enjoy that! But.... he did. And so, as Subspace rambled about a new formula, Ban Hammer found himself completely ignoring him (as per usual) and instead, focused on his features.
He wasn't the most beautiful, bland eyepatch, gas mask, pink goo leaking from said eyepatch and mask, but.... he was handsome in a way. Subspace noticed Ban Hammer's staring and stopped.
"Are you even listening?!" "Huh? Uh, yeah. Totally." Subspace rolled his eyes. "What would get you to listen to me for once." While he was a diva, Subspace was for once not overexaggerating. Ban Hammer never listened to him.
"Well......" Don't say it, don't say it! "A kiss?" He said it. The cat was out of the bag. It was obvious Ban Hammer had gotten feelings for Subspace. He face darkened immensely. "I- uh.... umm...... a....a kiss?!" He was so flustered and caught off guard that when Ban Hammer held Subspace close, faces inches apart, he didn't seem to blush more, because he probably already had too much blood in that airy head of his.
"Yes, a kiss. Just one." Ban Hammer leaned closer, and closer, until their noses were touching. "Uh, um..... uhhhhhhhh....." With Subspace so dazed, Ban Hammer removed his gas mask, it hanging by a strap around Subspace's neck.
He leaned and closer, and their lips met. The kiss lasted a good minute before they separated for air. They were both blushing deeply at this point.
"Can we..... do that again?" Subspace asked, embarrassed. "Of course, Subby." Ban Hammer responded, before their lips met again.
A/N
I kept my end of the deal, WhirlingDrago, now keep yours.
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FanfictionDon't steal my work, I'll take any requests. Just no smut, nsfw, or proshipping. Otherwise, it's fine. Fluff, etc. I accept that. This stuff probably sucks but who cares now, enjoy the brainless stuff. Have fun you goobers.
