ever write a fic about a rarepair so rare that youre the reason it reached double digits on ao3? anyways click here to read the ENTIRE FIC on tumble form cus i like posting fics to tumblr. its short and definitely gonna have more parts.
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Steps echo through the streets in a steady and quick rhythm. Slipping quickly into the shadows and through alleyways. Red quickly whisks by like a blur, running like they were being hunted. Some downtime was granted to them as they hid behind a wall. Coil, the well known thief — at least within the city of Craterdust, took the time to catch his breath after running for who knows how long. Vibrations shake the ground only faintly with each thud and explosion that happens in the distance. The minute the explosion closes in on his hiding spot Coil pushes himself off the wall and continues to go on the run.
One of the wider arenas built for Phights. The buildings were long since abandoned and only rebuilt every now and then to keep the look for the audience. It wasn't a common place for the Phighters to be in either which is why it was strange for both Coil and Rocket to be battling it out, so to speak.“Got a lot of spunk for a fuse so short!” Coil would call out from among the noise, the red glow quickly switching from red to green and then to blue. He jumps up from one wall to the next, scaling the two close buildings before landing on a roof where he was met eye to eye with Rocket, who levitated for just that moment. “Remind me never to judge.”
“Judge this!” Rocket hisses, aiming the launcher right at Coil's face. Coil just narrowly dodges the rocket lunging at him as he switches modes once again. He turns around and sprints across the roof, jumping to the next. Rocket quickly stumbles onto the roof in front of him and gives chase.
Coil turns around, making brief eye contact with the enraged inphernal hot on his tail. A grin forms on his face. “Oh man, bitches be obsessed today, aren't they? Do you want my autograph?” He teases.
Rocket huffs. “I want your name on a grave!”
“No can do, babe. Got things to do and places to see.”“Yeah, the afterlife!”
“I was thinkin' more that cafe in Downtown.” Coil laughs, nearly choking on his laugh when dodging a heavy blast from an incoming projectile. Rocket yells meaningless profanities as Coil giggles to himself at the absurdity of the situation. How easy it was to poke and prod at the very fragile barrier to Rocket's anger until he exploded.
“Oh maaaan, dude. You threw that match so bad, you should switch to baseball.” Coil had said with a grin as smug as ever on his face. Rocket glared at him with a fury brighter than the sun.
“Oh like hell I threw.” Rocket turned, arms crossed firmly. “You're the one deciding to run damn circles around the biograft rather than, oh, I dunno — healing your teammates!” Coil scoffed.
“Better than dying to my own gear! How's that gunpowder treatin' ya? Eat good?”
“The hell're you talking for? You were such a bad support that Medic had to clean up your sloppy work!”
“Ay, I may be a support but if you want heals then I ain't the ‘phernal to be goin' to. Lest you like me that much.” Coil laughs to himself until a rocket was shot at his foot, making him nearly topple over.
“Get over here, I'll tear that crystal right out your horn!”
Coil blinks. Yeah. Taunting Rocket of all people would cause this. Coil couldn't care less though. Jumping from roof to roof, dodging explosions and other incoming attacks was about as adrenaline filled as his typical hobby. Rocket lit a match that not many people could even briefly spark with Coil. The sun had long set and the only thing watching them now were the stars that gazed from above and the moon that chaperoned. Coil didn't mind at all. “Gonna keep up or are you enjoyin' the view from back there?” Coil taunts. Rocket shouts and screams at him, an explosion going off after awhile.
Coil looked back after hearing the explosion, seeing absolutely no one behind him. He shrugged, believing that Rocket had finally given up or ended up killing themself with his own gear again but what he didn't expect to be suddenly tackled and pinned over the ledge of a building. Coil coughed, laughter still spilling out of him. “Alright, I gotta say—” He wraps his fingers around the launcher, unable to do much. “—you got me there.”
“Shut up!” Rocket shoves the launcher more towards him. “You put yourself exactly in this position so I don't wanna hear it!”
“All because I was givin' your career a better steer? Dude, don't be a downer. I was just givin' advice—” The gear was roughly shoved against him as if to get him to shut up.
“I'll throw you off this ledge, don't you test me!” Rocket hissed.
Coil grinned when looking at the other and then glancing behind them to the ground below, ideas connecting together by a string. “How about—” Coil holds tighter onto the gear being held to pin him down. He manages to shift his weight and practically hurl Rocket over him, sending them over the ledge. Coil quickly lets go of the gear letting it go with Rocket. “—you don't test me.”
Rocket didn't have the chance to panic about falling as the shock was more powerful than considering the situation. They were in the air, basically upside down and making eye contact with the smug bastard known as Coil. They huff, flipping themselves right side up and just before they could land on the ground and sustain any fall damage a small gust of wind erupted and softened his fall as he landed on his feet. Coil blinked as he watched the whole scene.
“Damn.” He chuckles. It didn't take long for Rocket to immediately start scaling the building again and for Coil to scurry off.
He lost them. He had long lost them. Coil climbs the emergency stairs and stumbles through a window and onto a couch, landing with the same amount of grace a puppy would trying to climb atop a cushion twice its size and being just barely successful. The room was a mess. Dirty plates and opened cans of soda on the table and a blanket draped across the couch as if that would keep the couch from being stained. There was this scent, unbearable and loud that Coil had miraculously managed to ignore as if this was an every day thing.
The door down the hall of the small apartment, mostly fitted for one, was a familiar red horned inphernal. His hair was tangled and frizzy as if it hasn't been touched in a bit and a loose short sleeved shirt clung onto him. “Dude?” Skateboard calls out instinctively, voice groggy.
“Takin' a nap already? Dude, the Phight ended like 4 hours ago.” Coil laughed.
“It's 12am, dude.” Skateboard corrects, not amused. “You the one makin' all that racket outside? Explosions and stuff?”
Coil turns his head towards the digital clock on the stove in the kitchen just a few feet away. The numbers are too small to read. It's not like that mattered. The clock was wrong any way. “Pfft— that clock don't say anythin' above a 10pm.”
“Motherfucker. You know that clock ain't gonna tell you nothin’.”
Coil clicks his tongue. “Right.”
“Back to my previous question.” Skateboard raises an eyebrow, opting to sit beside the inphernal on his couch. Coil shrugged.
“Man, you know I ain't blow shit up. It's all that one guy.” Coil moves his arms from around the head rest of the couch and towards the opened, flat soda can on the table ahead of them.
“Rocket? Again? How many times do I gotta say to stop messin' with him before he sends this whole city under water.”
“He ain't gonna do nothin'.” Coil sets the can down after taking one long swig and placing the now empty can of soda on the table.
“He can barely keep up with me.”
“Runnin' laps around a lion, dude.”
“Please, they got about as much bite as a newspawn. I'm fine. Besides, I'm just playin'.” Skateboard couldn't help but smirk, lightly hitting the other's shoulder.
“Sure bud. We both know how that guy gets.” He gets up from the chair and towards the kitchen. “Minute you see those stars fall, it's over.”
Coil glances down towards the TV remote and then the TV that sat idle on a dresser. Coil reached for the remote and turned the device on, flipping through channels and getting comfortable. “Oh yeah?” He thinks back to their previous encounter. The way Rocket briefly manipulated the air in their favor to soften their fall. The way they were constantly in the air. The way their ammunition looked like stars falling from their heaven. The glare in their eyes that twinkled like starlight with a passion and fire only Coil could really understand. Coil laughed. “Guess I'm goin' star gazing.”
Skateboard turned around from browsing the fridge, looking to Coil. “…Dude. That was so gay.”
“Shut the hell up! You don't know the first thing about gay.”
“The fuck am I supposed to say to that?”
“Nothin. You shut your ass up and watch this show with me.” Coil gestures for Skateboard to join him on the couch. Skateboard shrugs and takes a carton of juice from the fridge and a cup before making his way to the couch.
To forsaken fans on tumblr, I hold a question for thou;
If i were to do a seperate tumbr qna acc for a found family troupe where 007 took the voidstar for himself instead of Noli which forces Noli to take care of c00lkidd + voidpizza slowburn would u read it (based on that one fic on ao3
I dont play the game anymore so i dont keep up with new lore or wtv but i like the old lore for Noli and wanted to write on Noli’s character more
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