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Hii hello!! May I please submit a Banhammer x reader Angst/ comfort?

Reader is a criminal who hates him!! But Banhammer loves them with all his heart.

Reader gets injured during an attempt to escape and Banhammer helps them get patched up and the Reader confesses they were scared of being killed off and they secretly loved him back.

Cant catch me.

a reader×banhammer angst comfort!

tw for minimal blood and violence.

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Life had done you dirty.

You spawned into the world, fueled only by desperation. Every day, you pick-pocketed any amount of bux you could in Crossroads just to put some scraps on the table. People looked down on those like you, of course. In their eyes, you were nothing but filthy vermin, selfishly stealing from others’ pockets. Maybe they would understand if they had to experience the feeling og an empty stomach on a cold night, or watching other kids complaining about the smallest of things while you grew up with nothing but the clothes on your back. You envied the lives of those who didn't have to worry about whether food would be on the table that night—envied those with well-stitched garments on them.

“Tch..they didn’t even get my nose right…” You sneered as you ripped the wanted poster off the wall of the alley and crumpled it. You had garnered some notoriety around the area for theft and some sort of assault crime. You scoffed under your breath. Despite your situation, you hardly ever resorted to violence. After all, staying low was much safer and efficient. People were just hellbent on making you look like a monster.

You slipped through the crowd like fog, hand sliding into some inphernal’s back pocket and then out again before they could even blink. Another turn, another wallet. Easy and efficient. With the amount of bux you were pocketing, you just might be able to afford a decent meal tonight…or maybe buy a jacket to better cover your face in future thievery? You were still scheming to find your next victim when your attention was suddenly diverted to a commotion nearby.

“Hey, is that…” someone muttered.

“Why would he be here?” another replied.

Inphernals were moving. Fast. Not casually like shoppers…more like they were scattering? You squinted your eyes, pulling your hood a little lower, blending within the crowd of confused inphernals.

“Banhammer’s in the area”

That whisper passed around the crowd, and your blood turned icy cold once it reached your ears. Fuck. You purposely chose to be in the market, as Banhammer never went there. You avoided that warden like the plague. Despised him. The way he brutally brought inphernals like you to the Banlands for just trying to survive in this hellhole of a world. You hated that. The coldness in your blood turned into boiling rage the moment your eyes landed on him. With caution, you swiftly slip away from the crowd before the warden spots you. You had some close calls of Banhammer going for your throat. You’ve heard rumours of him preferring to play with his prey before inevitably bringing them to the Banlands. Cocky bastard. However, you knew better than to engage with him, as you’ve seen how incredibly powerful he is. One thing you’ve always pondered about was why he had never been able to apprehend you. In every close encounter you have had with him, Banhammer could have easily captured you. Sure, you were skilled from your daily sneaking and thieving, but you were definitely no match for the warden of Banlands himself… or was he doing this on purpose? So he could keep you on edge and living in fear for the next time you encounter him? Bastard.

At the same time, you admired him. You envied his strength. Unlike you, he used his skill to bring justice, while you…well… Your scrawny body was littered with scars and your ribcage was visible. You had been wearing the same thing for swords know how long. On the other hand, Banhammer was jacked. Could probably snap you in half like a twig if he wanted to! He had armour that shone brighter than your future and was sturdier than your mental state.

You inched toward a corner, trying to take a peek. And then you saw him. Advancing. Nearer. Towering over the crowd and moving calmly, methodically like a predator that knew no one could stop him. Inphernals moved out of his way before he even neared them. And of course, he spotted you.

Panic bloomed like rot in your chest.

You bolted and weaved through the back alleys- all your routes you knew at the back of your hands. If you were fast enough, you could be out of his range before he -

“Well.. It's you.”

You'd bumped into someone while turning into a corner. Slammed straight into someone. You didn't even need to look up to know who it was. There was no point in running now.

Banlands was a cruel place, worse than the rumours, a broken wasteland under one red sky, air buzzing with chains eerily rattling on the floors. The chains placed around your wrists felt heavy, familiar.

You weren't meant to be here. No one ever comes back once brought to Banlands. They just disappear. No, you were meant to survive, no matter what it takes, not… disappear. One of Banhammer’s subordinates was keeping an eye on you. Just one. With no time to waste, you wrenched your body towards them and head butted them. They stumbled, and you took the chance, using your legs to kick them down, immobilising them.ba quickly pocketed the key to your chains from the subordinate's jacket with your teeth. Bolting off, you ran away before they had the chance to get back up. With minimal struggle, you stuck the key in the chain locks and unlocked them. You were nearing the fence. Yes! Once you cross that border, you will finally be free. You cross over the rocky terrain and make your way.

But something always has to go wrong in your life.

Before you knew it, a deafening shot burst in your eardrums. You spin with impact, and blood gushes out of your waist. Like someone stuck straight up lava into your waist. It burns as you clutch the wound on your waist, and blood seeps through your fingers. You fell backwards and your back hit the floor with a loud thud on impact. You desperately clawed at the floor, trying to pull yourself up, to escape. But no matter how you move, you couldn't. Your vision was fading. A guard had spotted you trying to escape and shot you.

“Stop! Don't fire! I'll handle this," you heard a gruff, shaky voice cry out.

You didn't bother to look up.

“Go on," you rasped, voice shaking. "Kill me. That's all I'm worth now."

Banhammer didn't answer.

Instead, his shadow fell over you. Surprisingly warm hands reached down. You flinched violently.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You’re hurt.”

“Really? Why don't you fix it before you kill me? Isn't that more satisfying for you, you sadist?"

He didn't snap back. Instead, he knelt over you. Gently, lifting you into his arms. Your head fell weakly against his shoulder. His grip was solid, steady, but slightly trembling. You hated how warm it felt.

Next thing you knew, you woke up in a prison cell. But the cell wasn't locked. You touched your waist and felt the cool touch of bandages. All patched up.

“You know, you're a good person, right?”

You jerked your head up and sat up immediately. A sharp pain shot down your body, and you winced, holding your hip. Banhammer sees this and holds you, steadying you like you were fragile glass pieces

He looked at you. And for once, you were not looking at the proud and arrogant Banhammer. There was grief and weariness behind his eyes.

"Why didn't you just get it over with?"

"I couldn't.."

You raised a brow.

Every time you escaped, every time you ran, every time you cursed and spat my name, I still cared. I never wanted to kill you."

Your lip quivers, traitorously,

"I hated you."

“I know. "

You looked away, too afraid to look at him.

“I don't want to die. I kept running because I thought, if you caught me, I wouldn't come back."

His gaze softened. "You'll always come back."

"I can't die loving someone who would choose the system over me.” You choked out

"I already chose you.”

For the first time in your life, you let your guard down. Like no one was out there to get you. Like you were safe for once. Your shoulders heaved.

He shifts nearer to you. Gently resting your head against his chest. He adjusted your position, shifting you to his side so that you faced him, your noses nearly touching his. He could see the features of your face, your lashes casting a faint shadow on your cheek. Despite your rugged appearance, you were so beautiful to him.

"You don't need to do this anymore. To barely scrape by and survive. I can help you." He rasped.

You let out a chuckle. Maybe.

“I guess it's much better than seeing my face being messed up on wanted posters.”

Banhammer lets out a deep chuckle as he ruffles your hair. He squeezed your hand, nearly crushing it.

You did not need to run anymore.

im not great at doing banhammer fics so im sorry if it sounds off

ondjdskskks im on holidays now so I may be able to write more

school starts on 30 June tho omgbfjd

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theemptywallet · 3 days ago

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HIIIII UM. May I ask for a Rocket x reader…romantic fluff with a little bit of angst? Not a lot but I was thinking abt him feeling self-conscious about reader seeing him without his prosthetics for the first time and reader comforts and reassures him…I hope this makes sense lol ahhsjdjd 🫶

"Don't look at me."

Rocket × Reader comfort and angst

I apologize if my writing isn't up to standard, I haven't written in a long time. Thank you for understanding!

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The phight was over. Everyone else had already regrouped, licking wounds and bragging about shots landed and points scored—everyone except Rocket. Usually, he would be alongside Sword, trash-talking opposing teams and useless teammates. You knew better than to think he’d just left for the sake of it. Rocket always came back, crawling through the fire to show everyone he was capable.

So where was he? Where was the Rocket that told everyone that he was fine, with the classic cocky smile plastered on his face?

The front door to his apartment (that he shared with his adoptive father, Zuka) was left ajar. “What the hell?...” You mutter. Crossroads was no place to be leaving doors unlocked. “Rocket?” You called lightly, tapping on the door of his room.

Silence.

Your brows furrow as you press your ear against the door to hear if Rocket is in there. The door slid open as you pushed your body against it-it was unlocked.

“Hey, just checking-”

You froze in your tracks.

Time seemed to freeze, too.

Rocket was sitting on the edge of his bed, curled in a protective position. His prosthetic limbs strewn across the floor, his room looked like a tornado had just passed. His body remained still.

He looked so…small without all that tech on him. He looked real.

Rocket’s hand jerked towards the door where you were standing. “What the fuck…” he rasped, voice cutting through you like a blade. “Get out.” Rocket’s fingers curled into his thigh, looking away from you as he gritted his teeth.

“Rocket, I can’t leave you alone in this state, I-”

“GET OUT.” his voice cracked, sharp with something far worse than any level of anger-fear. He fully turned his body now, scrambling to find a sheet or blanket, wrenching the piece of cloth over himself like it could erase what you had just witnessed. “You weren’t supposed to see me like this!” A pitiful cry escaped his throat as he tried to hold back sobs.

Your heart slammed against your ribcage. Your hands trembled at the sight of your partner hunched over, head in his hands, clawing at his skin. You walk slowly and cautiously towards him, like how one would carefully walk toward a stray cat they had found on the side of the road to not startle it. The sound of your footsteps seemed like the loudest thing at the moment. He stared at you as you walked over, chest rising fast with ragged breaths.

And for the first time, the frenzy in his eyes dissipated. Rocket looked like he wanted to vanish. Not fight, not shout, but to just sink into the floor and disappear.

You sat down next to him on the bed. Rocket flinched as he felt your weight sink down next to him.

“Don’t say some sappy bullshit like you’re gonna accept me or whatever sweet crap. I don’t wanna hear it.” he scoffeds, low and bitter while looking down at his lap, shifting uncomfortably. Oh, how he hated this. Hated how he sounded like that inphernal back in Playground, hoping to be saved and asking for all the pain to stop. He hated feeling so weak, so exposed and drowning in self-doubt. “Look at me,” he let out a self-deprecating chuckle. ”I look like a screwed up Blackrock lab experiment. Im missing half my limbs and i’m nothing without all that scrap metal! Is this what you wanted to see?!”

You slowly hold his hand(the remaining one) and squeezed it.

“No. That’s not what I want to see.”

His shoulders slumped. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not.”

You continued clutching his hand, using your thumb to run over his knuckles. “Do you know who I fell for?” You asked him. Rocket looks into your eyes, his own eyes flattened; his face hardened in concentration, searching for any malice or sarcasm in them, but he only saw a pair of loving eyes boring into his.

Rocket quickly looked back down, rapidly blinking away re-forming tears.

You interlock your horns into his, resting your forehead against his. You could hear his breath hitch. Rocket leans into you, slowly and warily, like he might break if he got too close.

“Rocket,” you said gently, “I fell for the inphernal who limps off to suffer in silence so he doesn’t worry others, not just the fearless, hard armoured inphernal you try to be all the time. I love all parts of you, not just the ones you deem the most ‘acceptable’ to yourself.”

“That just makes me sound pathetic.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

His eyes flicked backed to yours in intrigue. You know you were breaking his walls down.

Prosthetics or not, he would still be the same, beloved Rocket. With or without all that tech, you knew you would still love him no matter what.

Then he broke.

“I’m scared,” he choked out. “Not of death, but of you seeing me like this and leaving when you find out i’m not as strong and capable I paint myself to be.”

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. “No one is invincible, Rocket, and you sure don’t need to be.” He leans into your hand, eyes closing. He gave up on trying to hide the cracks in his soul.

For now, he just lets himself be loved by you.

FUCKK THIS IS SO CORNY IM CRYING

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