mmmm hate/love + enemies to lover trope my beloved 💞
im pretty proud of this one hehe, there's not roy a story ig?? maybe poly was in s mission around Eds apartment and Ed being thr goofy villian he is decides to try n fuck up polyd mission just for the hell of it, tho it ends up in poly getting more fucked up rather than his mission lmao, and it gets romantic bcuzzzzzzzz,,, bcuz they're gay idfk LMAO 😾
1st pic has electricity shocks coming out of polys ripped arm and 2nd one dont have it
New Jazzpunk content?? From ME?? Idk fam inspiration hit and I acted on it before it could disappear. (Disclaimer: This is short, and possibly dubious in quality. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it)
“Polyblank! Polyblank! Can you hear me?!”
His head feels like it’s full of static. He doesn’t have the strength or the will to open his eyes.
“Please answer me!”
It almost as if he’s just waking up on a particularly cozy morning and he doesn’t want to get out of bed. He keeps drifting in and out, hearing flickers of noises from the outside world.
“Polyblank, dearest. Please.”
The wet patch on his chest is irritating. So is the warmer patch in his hair. His legs feel leaden when he forces them to move, shifting a few more centimetres to help him get comfortable. There’s an uncomfortable pain in his shoulder, persistent and stabbing. His eyes crack open to slivers.
“…Polyblank. I need you.”
How long have those hands been cupping his face? The words he keeps hearing are whispers, desperate and pleading. Familiar.
Shaking himself out of his haze, he opens his eyes. Bright light immediately hits and he groans, squinting. There’s a gasp above him.
The light is a shaded globe hanging from the ceiling, one of many illuminating the room. What helps is the body sitting next to his hip, looking down at him with eyes wide and wet behind crooked horn-rim glasses.
Editor. His jacket and tie have been torn off, and his hair is a tousled mess. Compared to his usual meticulous attention to his appearance, he looks practically unhinged now.
Polyblank cracks a smile.
“You look awful.”
Editor chokes, a mix between a sob and a laugh as he grins. Polyblank starts to push himself up but Editor wraps his arms around Polyblank’s neck, sending him back down. His arms are already around Editor but the antagonist is threading his fingers through Poly’s hair, muttering grateful nonsense. Polyblank’s eyes fall on the nearby table, tools and computer parts strewn across it.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know! One minute we were fighting and bantering, and the next- it wasn’t meant to be anything you couldn’t handle, you’ve gotten out of far worse, but…” More tears hit Polyblank’s skin, and Editor presses a kiss to his temple as if it’s his last chance to ever do so, “I’m so sorry, Polyblank.” Polyblank shrugs on impulse, but then frowns and pats Editor’s back, hoping that that comes off as more reassuring. Editor’s shaking, trying to regain composure.
“Edmund.”
Thankfully, that manages to get his attention. The Editor rises enough to look at Polyblank. Polyblank gives him a soft smile and places a hand to his cheek, wiping away fearful tears with his thumb.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.”
Editor’s eyes lock with his, and some of the tension visibly leaves his body, but Editor still places his own hand over Polyblank’s.
“I can’t lose you, Polyblank.”
How long had he been laying there - his cybernetic parts rebooting, most likely - for Editor to break down like this? To think he was actually dead?
Polyblank decides that now isn’t the time for the teasing that they both usually enjoy.
“You won’t.” He sits up, arms around Editor again and holding him close before he can move back, “Promise.” Editor’s hands scrunch Polyblank’s open shirt in their grip, burying his face in Poly’s chest.
“I love you.”
It’s muffled, but still heavy. Polyblank’s hold tightens but he doesn’t let Editor see his stunned expression.
Summary: Polyblank goes to a Halloween costume party, except he finds Editor there as well
Author’s Note: Cheers to the Jazzpunk Discord for giving me more PolyEd prompts. I really wanted to write something new for these two
Okay, so fancy parties weren’t exactly his thing, but it was meant to be low-key and everyone was in costume anyway. He could manage.
That was what he thought until about an hour later, when he spotted a vampire in the room. Not just a vampire, but a vampire with a crown and royal cape, the egotistical bastard.
Both of them spotting each other was like a record scratch. Calm one minute, then recognition and outright staring. Polyblank’s main reaction was a quick and inward ‘what the hell’ before the vampire was striding over. Apparently less stunned than Polyblank was as he took the spy’s arm, the Editor pulled – almost dragged – Polyblank to one side.
“What are you doing here?” Editor hissed. Polyblank knocked Editor’s arm down and jabbed a finger at him, silently redirecting the question back.
“I was invited. I definitely didn’t expect you to be here,” Editor glanced down as he gestured, “Certainly not dressed like that…” Polyblank looked down at himself. He’d come dressed as a cat, with the ear headband and the drawn-on whiskers and everything. A pretty average costume.
When Polyblank looked back up, Editor was still staring at him, eyes narrowed as if Polyblank’s costume had personally vexed him. Polyblank snapped his fingers and Editor’s eyes finally came back up to him.
“Uh-huh…I answered your question, Polyblank.” Editor said, his tone becoming as deceivingly sweet as the smirk that spread across his face, “Now it’s your turn. How did you get invited?” Polyblank shrugged, and pointed to where the Director was entertaining himself with the free drinks.
“Ah, I see.” The Editor’s smiled wavered in what must have been distaste, which caused Polyblank to frown, “Well then…” Editor took a step forward. Polyblank looked at him, and snorted. It quickly turned into barely-stifled laughter as he covered his mouth with his hand, and this time Editor was the one to frown.
“What is it!?”
Polyblank shook his head and then removed his hand.
“You’re tiny, Ed.”
Editor gasped in outrage, his frown turning into a full-blown glower that almost launched Polyblank into a further fit of giggles.
“That is completely unfair. You’re wearing heels.” Editor retorted, and Polyblank had to nod in agreement, even if he was still chuckling. Okay, so he’d added a few extra details to the costume. He’d wanted to look nice.
Editor crossed his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow. Polyblank gave another shrug, this one much more exaggerated, and Editor sighed in clear irritation.
“And you’re wearing lipstick, for god’s sake.”
Polyblank faltered, if only slightly. The fact that he was wearing lipstick and make-up in the first place isn’t what made him worried, or that the antagonist had seen him wearing it.
“Does it look okay?” Polyblank leant forward, closing some of the distance so that Editor could have a decent look at it. Editor took a glance towards his lips before looking straight down at his own shoes.
“Umm…” Editor mumbled, and Polyblank blinked when he could swear that he saw faint colour rise on the antagonist’s face, “It looks, fine. As always…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Polyblank questioned, genuinely confused. Editor looked up at him, but didn’t answer, his glasses slipping down his nose just enough that they partially intersected his eyes.
“Nothing, Polyblank.”
That didn’t help Polyblank’s confusion. Editor’s now almost undeniable blush, plus the hand that gently gripped his arm, however, made his eyes widen and his feet quickly step back of their own accord, reinforcing both of their personal spaces.
An awkward minute followed with averted gazes and deliberately cleared throats. Editor seemed to settle back into his usual confidence with just an adjustment of his cape and a quick brush through his hair with his fingers.
“If you’re quite done trying to push my buttons…” Editor nodded towards the dance floor and pushed his glasses back up his nose, “I don’t suppose you’d like to dance?” Polyblank shook his head quickly. He’d embarrassed himself enough already; Editor was making him tongue-tied again.
“Oh.” He tried to believe that Editor didn’t sound disappointed, “Then until next time, Polyblank. I can’t wait for an opportunity to defeat you again.”
Polyblank rolled his eyes and waved a quick goodbye before leaving, walking through the crowd of people. If he had listened a little longer, he would have heard Red Dress Lady – dressed as an angel – bound excitedly over to Editor and take him by the arm.
“Come on, Ed!” She insisted. The Editor’s gaze lingered on the spy even after he had disappeared from view, and Red had to tug at him again for his attention to finally shift.
“Hm? Oh, very well.” He said, and let himself get dragged away.
