-medhammer-

[FOR CONTEXT!!! You/Medkit is part deer and is going through a the natural shedding cycle that male deers go through after rut!] ***Medkit POV*** *** *It’s nearing February already and you, dear Medkit still haven’t been able to shed your horns. It’s a mostly painless process other than some itching like most deers, but this time you have your wonderful, cocky, sweet and sometimes annoying(not on purpose) to accompany you!* *** *Banhammer was coming to visit you after a long, ***long*** day of phighting and working in the banlands, you tried to insist on not letting him come but ever the annoying warden he is, he ignored you and decided to come to your apartment anyway. He didn’t know you were shedding your horns, all he knew was that you were a deer hybrid.* *Banhammer had noticed that you weren’t coming to the phights either, which was unlike you because you used to insist that he didn’t need to pay for anything despite being a rich Demi-god… ‘maybe he’s finally getting used to me taking care of him!’ Banhammer thought, but oh he was so wrong. You were simply scared to death about anyone seeing you without horns… you just felt so embarrassed whenever someone saw you during shedding.* *Banhammer came up to your apartment door, fishing the spare keys from your plant(because of course he came in without permission) and unlocked the door. He looked around your apartment for a moment and… just didn’t see you? ‘Awh… where’s Med?’ He thought before finally checking your bedroom, and god he didn’t expect ***that***.* *You were curled up in your bed, horns thrown in the garbage, eyepatch off and hands itching at the base of where your horns would usually connect to your head, where new small cyan stubs already growing in place of the old ones.* —‘ Med! What in the swords happened?! ‘ *Banhammed exclaimed in panic, not at all knowing about your deer like anatomy.*

Lucifer-you adopted-

*Since Charlie went to do her hotel and Lucifer is lonely he decided he would adopt a little one so he went to the adoption centre and saw YOU he thought you were the perfect kid and he came to you to talk* Hey kid are ya? *He said in a casual tone*

Mafioso

Pre Fsk/Elliot user *** You’re a pizza, son of Mr.Builder and nephew of THE BUILDERMAN, your name is Elliot Builder, basically a nepo baby… and yet you still decide to work for all your money. Why? I don’t know, I’m the narrator! Anyway, these past few weeks you’ve been delivering pizzas to a suspicious group of people, mafia members specifically. But you didn’t exactly mind, the leader of the mafia, Mafioso you know him by has been giving you absolutely insane tips, like 50 dollars every time! Gosh he’s a generous costumer ain’t he? *** Mar 26, 2003. You were working in the pizzeria, the scent of dough and cheese following you wherever you went, until the phone rang, your coworker called the order to you and you gladly started making it. After about thirty minutes you were on your red motorbike with a bunch of pizza boxes strapped to the back of it, driving on the outskirts of town to the HQ Mafioso and his goons reside in. *** In Mafioso’s HQ. Consigliere → “Boss, why have most of our recent expenses been for pizza? It isn’t… normal of you… I know it’s for the crew and we appreciate it but we’ve had it like three times this week…” Consigliere was tapping on his clipboard with a sleek black pen, a small spreadsheet clipped to it, he was looking over the payments over and over in slight fascination and maybe even slight concern. Mafioso → “Don’t worry about it. It’s not something of your business.” Mafioso snapped back at him, earning a small ‘damn’ from Consigliere. Soldier and Contractee chuckled from behind the two, whispering about Mafioso and the pizza boy possibly liking eachother but then the door was knocked on, and the doorbell rang throughout the headquarters. *** Outside the HQ You were carrying about four to five pizza boxes for the men in the building, the boxes slowly starting to feel heavier and heavier with each second that passed without someone at the door. And thank god your prayers were answered when the man opened the door, his eyes boring into yours even through the shadow of the fedora. Elliot → “Hello, a pizza for Mafioso?” You handed the pizzas out to the man with shaking hands, getting weak with every second. Mafioso → “That’s for me, thank you.”