"STOP TAKING THE HEALTH KITS"
He ubered the scout after this.
Additional sketches and some ramblings under the cut.
This is based on an encounter I had the other day, when a demoman took a medkit before my medigun connected with him. When he saw my health was down to 21, he would force me to stand at the spawn point and guarded me until I was healed. Wherever you are now, if you read this, you were a good lad and I love you.
Sometimes I think about how medic is emotionally very invested in the missions (which shows in his voice when he shouts at his team), but off-duty and during friendly taunts he seems to be among the most giggly, and fun-loving mercenaries in the team. I like to think he can get agitated very fast, but cools down just as quickly.
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The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.
You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.
He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.
You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.
He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.
You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.
“You- You could’ve said you were there!”
Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”
Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.
“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”
He grins, “Curious?”
Fucking asshole.
You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”
The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.
Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”
His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”
The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.
With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.
“There, now I have it.”
“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”
His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.
“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”
You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.
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Something I'm looking forward to in a lore episode on either TSAMS or TLAES is watching Solar cry and being comforted. I wanna see this man cry, Socks. I wanna hear his sobs and the absolute devastation in his voice. Then, I want to see either his Sun, our dimension's Sun, Lunar, or Earth comforting him. I want ANGST surrounding Solar, Socks.
Damn anon you really want this man to BREAK.
to be fair hes had a rough life.
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