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[fuckingdilfsatm]

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Hello there fella’s

So I just wanted to point out that I CANNOT for the life of me write fanfic. So my apologies if this doesn’t live up to your expectations :-(

This story takes place after Curtis got back from the NWH universe but his cure melt functioned and he turned back into his Lizard-form.

Trigger warnings: angst/ fluff/ cussing

THE LIZARD X GN READER

You’re basically a half-lizard, and you live in the sewers of NYC, now being a reject of society. The Lizard visits his old home after returning from another universe. And then y’all just meet. (Sorry but idk how else to describe the story here)

There you are. Y/N. In the sewers of New York City. Or what you call home nowadays. Not even your family could look at you anymore… Not when you looked like this, monstrosity.

You can remember it as if it happend yesterday. The Lizard threw that… that curse around in the air.

Lucky you happend to walk passed at the wrong time and the wrong place, sniffing up that green shit that turned the cops into lizards right in front of your eyes. You ran away, quickly speeding home and trying to stop the green scales from growing on your body. You managed to make it stop after pouring every liquid your scientist-dad had in his lab into your mouth.

You sat there afterwards, panting like crazy from all the stress and fear. Your mangled body slumped over to your bedroom, which was located in the basement. The moment your head connected with the pillow, you passed out.

When you turned on the news the morning after, you saw that everyone was talking about some Curtis Connors. Your attention was already slipping, your hand almost pressing the button to turn of the TV, when the reporter said it.

“Thank you Cassidy. I am located just outside the Oscorp Tower, thè place where Doctor Curtis Connors tried to turn the entire city into lizards.”

Your body shifted, and you turned up the volume of the TV.

“-the antidote has been released into the city, causing victims to turn back to their normal, human self.”

Your feet were moving faster then you could comprehend, and you found yourself staring into the bathroom mirror in no time.

It was all fixed! You’re normal!

Hope and joy left your face as soon as your eyes met the image the mirror showed you. All the life seemed to leave you. You touched your head, your arm, pulled up your shirt- it was still there. The scales were still there. Your left eye, looked like the one of a lizard.

From there things escalated quickly. Your family thought you were a monster, and the police wanted to lock you up and do experiments on you.

Well at least, that’s what the voice said in your head. It speaks sometimes. The evil, sick voice, taunting you. Begging you to become fully Lizard or whatever.

You were snapped out of your thinking by heavy footsteps. You perked up. What the hell is this? You stood up, holding the metal pipe you had used as weapon sternly. Your feet didn’t make any sound in the undeep water as you slowly made your way to the source of the noise.

You’d learn how to live in the sewers, and how to take care of trespassers. So a weapon was necessary.

More footsteps could be heard now, accompanied with the sound of heavy breathing. That made you tighten the grip on the pipe.

Your head peeked around the corner carefully, begging that whoever was making that noise wasn’t looking in your direction right now.

You dropped the pipe, mouth agape. The thing you now knew as the Lizard, almost snapped it’s head. The two of you made eye contact. Your mind was pretty clear, just staring at the beast standing a few feet away from you.

“Who are you?” The Lizard spoke in a cautious way. God damn his voice is nice. “I uh, I’m Y/N,” the words came out much more insecure that you wanted them to sound. “Y/N…,” He spoke to himself, scanning the person in front of him. He noticed the scales, the eye which looked like his own and the quiete terrified look on your face.

Now, you’re not stupid. You know that the Lizard isn’t some brainless killing machine. After you came to live in the sewers permanently, you did a lot of research on Dr. Connors. The interviews he had in jail, and before that. The articles he wrote. Everything. By doing this you gained more information about the Lizard. (Seeing Curt can’t shut up about it)

“Mister Connors?” You asked quietly, not wanting to piss of the Lizard. He snapped out of his analysation of you, actually looking into your eyes for once.

“My apologies… I hadn’t expected anyone to be here,” You nod, understanding. “Perhaps we could, talk?” He tried to reason with you, a sympathetic look on his face. You nod again. “That’d be nice.”

The two of you arrived at his “lab”. It was still semi-destructed from last time he has visited here. There were pieces of broken glass over the floor. “Careful, please,” He says, bending down to clean up the glass shards. Well not really clean up, more shove it underneath his working benches with his claws. He hadn’t noticed you taking a seat on the ground, observing your surroundings as he was lost in thought.

When he arrived back on earth, he had to break out of prison. Somehow… he turned back into his lizard form. Everything was so chaotic, he forgot to take a breather. He looked at the person he’d just found in his “home”. They were obserbing a big piece of glass while softly nibbling their bottom lip. “How did you turn out like this, if I may ask,” The lizard said with a grunt, taking a seat on the ground next to Y/N.

“I got hit with whatever you threw at those cops. But uh, I guess the antidote didn’t work on me,” they sighed, looking up at the Lizard with a look of despair. He felt guilty, seeing this person sad. He’d never even think about what happend if someone would turn up like this… half human, half Lizard.

Trying to comfort Y/N, he put a claw on their shoulder. “I will try to fix this Y/N, I promise,” He smiled warmly, trying to cheer you up. But he quickly stopped smiling, knowing it wasn’t the prettiest, or the kindest.

Instead of pulling away, Y/N leaned their head on his shoulder with a sigh. “Thank you sir.” They mumbled. “You can call me Curt, please.” They nod.

“So uh, where did you go?” He looks at you, a bit confused. “You were like gone, for a bit.” Curt couldn’t help but smile a little, not expecting Y/N to ask a question like that. “It’s a long story dear. I’ll tell you another time alright?” They nod. “Okay.”

A yawn escaped Y/N’s lips. “Sorry,” they chuckled, not wanting to make it seem like Curt was boring them. “It’s already late I suppose,” the Lizard said, noticing himself also getting tired. “Do you have anywhere you stay at?” Y/N nods.

“Good, you can come meet me here in the morning then.” That made Y/N frown. “I mean, you can always come with me.” Confusion was yet again displayed on Curts face. “Please.” They insisted, holding eye contact with him. If he could blush, his cheeks would of been coloured red by now. He agreed.

They took Curt to their “home”, which is basically a bunch of junk, a broken mattress and food all scattered around in one place. He scratched the back of his head. “That won’t fit love,” he said, looking at the mattress. “Yes it does,” Y/N rolled their eyes. “How?”

Y/N grabbed his claw, gently pulling him towards the mattress and pushed him onto it. They reached out to get a blanket. It was so thin, it’s almost see-trough. But Curt didn’t say anything, thinking it was a cute offer. What he didn’t expect was for Y/N to lay down right next to him, pressing their body against his. His back met the wall, but that was alright. He was too stunned to speak as Y/N pulled the blanket over the two of you, getting comfortable quickly.

They looked at him, their cheeks going red. “Oh uh, sorry,” they croaked out. Sometimes you could get a little, too comfortable. As you were about to sleep on the floor, you felt a claw softly pushing you closer to the Lizard. You two looked at each other, not saying a word. What could you say in a situation like this? You’re in- well on a mattress with a Lizard. But he was so unbelievably hot.

He gently placed your head onto his chest, wrapping his arm around you. You look up at him, your cheeks a deep shade of red. “Um, goodnight Curt.” You said softly. He smiles a bit. He hasn’t felt this comfortable in a while, and he forgot how nice it feels. “Goodnight Y/N,” he said softly, before closing his eyes.

Author’s note:

Im so sorry I know this is shit but I tried okay. If anyone has ideas for a story, let me know!! Also, English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if some sentences sound weird or smth 🥲

Bye bye! Thank you for reading :-)

[fuckingdilfsatm]

Hey

So uh, should I make like a “The Lizard x Reader” ??

It surprised me there weren’t any (as far as I know)

Aye I mean I’m gonna make one anyway. (Thank me later)

K bye 😋

(I mean the Lizard from like Spider-Man)