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the-kr8tor · 2 months ago

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If I may suggest another Ekko (and Hobie) req:

Ekko accidentally dimension hopping to the Spider Society, only to meet R (geeking out about seeing her favorite character on the show) and Hobie (who may or may not be jealous but holding it in for the fangirling R)

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I think writing this healed me lol crack fics are my favourite!! Thank you for requesting, bestie! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader/ Ekko x Fem! Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing), slight Ekko x Hobie (and throuple au) if you squint, established relationship, spider! Reader, arcane and spiderverse crossover, arcane s2 spoiler, CW food mentions, a rare jealous! Hobie, fluff!

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“Hey, Hobie, what's wrong with her?” Pavitr taps Hobie's shoulder, voice laced with genuine concern.

Hobie cranes his head to look at you crouched on the floor, just lounging on the hallway, back resting against the wall as Hobie and the rest wait for a new mission from Miguel. Your slouched form isn't cause for concern usually, but your eyes are glued on your phone, barely blinking as you watch the same thing over and over again. The screen's light shines on your engrossed expression, it's as if his lovie has been replaced by an alien who's trying to learn the language through your phone. But, no, it's your latest hyperfixation in the form of another punk like him, with platinum hair and a hoverboard that he thinks isn't as impressive as swinging around.

“It's Ekko.” Hobie sighs, keeping an eye on you, who hasn't moved a muscle ever since the two of you reported for duty. Pav raises a brow, “he's a character on a show she loves.”

Gwen snickers beside him. “Jealous much?”

“Yeah, Hobie.” Miles adds, looking over Gwen to raise both of his brows in a mocking way. “It sounds like you're jealous. Did she make you watch the show while she fangirled for him?”

“Sure, ‘m jealous of a 2d character. Come off it.” Hobie chuckles, smiling at them with nonchalance. Truthfully, he doesn't care at all, truly. Right? It's not as if the guy is real, or that all your attention is on Ekko for once and not on him. Nope, not jealous at all.

“Now I know.” Pavitr scrunches his nose. “Gaya had a phase like that, she was obsessed with Howl.”

“She has good taste.” Gwen gives Gayatri a sign of her approval.

“She's not obsessed—” Hobie takes a look at you, still wide-eyed as you watch Ekko's greatest hits. “Not obsessed.”

“Hey, if the guy was real, do you think she'll ask you if he can be her pass.” Gwen nudges him, while Pav and Miles snickers.

“What's a bloody pass?”

“You know, someone she can snog, to put it in your own terms, without wrecking the relationship since he's the pass. Just a one time thing.” Gwen explains and Hobie blinks at her.

“Gwen's pass is Legolas.” Miles blurts out, earning a guffaw from Pav.

“Yeah? And yours is Laura Croft! Like that's original!”

Their conversation falls on the back of his head as Hobie crouches down beside you, hand splayed over your nape, head ducking to meet with your eyes. “You alright there, love? Your neck's goin’ to hurt.”

“I'm fine, Hobie.” You say, almost robotically.

“Love, you're fryin’ your brain with that.” He jokes, whispering right in your ears.

You finally relent, closing the screen and meeting with his eyes. “No it won't.” You lie, eyes feeling heavier. “That's a conspiracy theory.” Nuzzling your nose with his, he cracks a smile and a sigh of relief that he didn't know he was holding back. “I heard everything by the way.”

Hobie pauses from absolute bliss. “Heard what?”

“That you're jealous of Ekko.” Pocketing your phone in your suit, you take the lapels of his vest and pull him close. “Well, are you?”

“No, ‘m chuffed. Bloody happy that you found your thing instead of just collectin’ doorknobs.” He backtracks, “which I love ‘bout you by the way.”

Kissing his cheek, you rub your thumb over the slight wrinkle in between his brows. “It's a genuine hobby.”

“I didn't say it wasn't. It's fuckin' a-door-able,” he winks and you giggle. “and I'll bring you all the doorknobs in the world, lovie.” Hobie takes your hand and kisses your knuckles, wishing that your suit doesn't have gloves to feel you fully.

“I know, my favourites are the ones you give me.” You stare lovingly at him, squeezing his hands thrice. “Besides, I know that Ekko isn't real—” your eyes widen, staring at something behind him. “Ekko?!”

Hobie and the trio turn towards your line of sight. Hobie's eyes mirror your own, wide and in surprise, while they stare at the anomaly banging on the holographic jail with confusion.

“You got the wrong fucking guy!” Ekko, in all his glory, platinum twists bouncing with every kick on the glass and brown eyes frantic and panicked. It's really him, from the overalls to the z-drive confiscated by a fellow spider, it's as if he jumped from the screen over to the society. “Fuck you and your spider shit!”

“Damn, spidersman got him good.” Gwen says, following the angry punk with a raised brow.

“What the fuck.” You say under your breath, standing up as you follow the rolling jail cell with wide eyes.

“Shit, I think he made the wrong device, eh, lovie—?” Hobie turns towards you, finding that you're bolting towards Ekko with determination. “Love! Fuck!” Quickly following you, leaving the trio in the dust and scratching their heads, Hobie, with his larger strides, catches up and runs beside you. “What’s the plan?!”

“Mayhem!” You turn to him, grinning from ear to ear as you sprint away with all your spider speed.

“That's my girl!” Hobie guffaws, aiming overhead as his web shoots overhead, swinging over the bright orange jail and landing on top of it with a thud. “‘Ello there, bruv.” Ekko looks up at him with a pointed glare. He does not look 2d at all, oh he's real alright. “Now I see why she's so bloody smitten by you.” He flashes him a smirk.

“What?” Ekko shrugs, staring at the fellow punk. “Who are you?”

“Your saviour, boy saviour.” With a wink, he places his palms on the glowing jail, short circuiting it with a burst of electricity and effectively halting it to a stop and busting the walls into bits of light.

“Fuck yeah, Hobie!” Your amused tone echoes around the society after knocking out spidersman and a few fellow spiders along the way. Miguel is gonna be pissed, well he's always pissed at you and Hobie anyway. You might as well live up to his expectations.

Ekko barely has enough time to respond as he gets dragged into another orange glow by the scruff of his neck. Which you soon follow with a swing and a leap towards him, z-drive in hand and smiling so wide that Ekko thinks that you and the rest of whatever place he fell in are all insane.

He lands with a thud on hardwood floors, seemingly rocking in the waves as he looks at the two strangers smiling down at him.

“So, are you still not jealous at all?” You ask teasingly, head tilting at Hobie.

“As long as you don't ask him to be your pass, love. Or I might have to bring out my guitar on him.”

“What the fuck are you two on about?” Ekko sits up, backing away until he hits the front of a sofa.

“He's ‘bout to glitch out, I know it.” Hobie smiles mischievously, and you take out something blue from your pockets while you get closer to Ekko.

“No, back off!” Ekko grabs the nearest thing and swings it around, fending you off with a couch cushion with the printed face of you. A joke gift from you to Hobie to which he swears he doesn't cuddle at night. Ekko stares at the weird thing, and before he knows it, his whole body trembles, shifting his insides in a burst of static before going back to normal. “Fuck…”

“You're glitchin’ out, bruv. Let her put that on you.” Hobie sits on the coffee table, unlacing his boots while you wait with the blue bracelet in hand.

“It's just a bracelet to help stabilize you in this dimension.” You say with a softer tone, noticing his apprehension and panic at the unfamiliar place. “I always have it on me whenever I have to bring my cat to the society.”

“Dimension? It spat me out somewhere else?” Ekko eyes the z-drive laying on the armchair beside you.

“Your calculations were wrong, genius.” Hobie tugs off his boots and it falls on the floor with a heavy thud. “You might've needed to stay a few more hours in that good version of Zaun.”

“Don't tease him, Hobie, it's too soon.” You nudge him, and he cracks a smile at you.

“Wh–what? You know about that?” Ekko heaves on the floor, still protecting himself with the pillow of your face.

“Yeah,” crouching down, you extend your hand with the bracelet on your palm. “Put this on and we'll explain it to you.”

Ekko eyes it for a moment, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the bracelet.

Sighing, you take it and place it on your wrist to show him that it's safe. “See? I'm fine.”

“It's not goin’ to buzz you, mate.”

“Now that you said it—” another round of static ebbs out of him, this time it's so much worse as his stomach flips upside down. Grabbing the bracelet immediately, his body settles down as he puts it on.

You smile at him as you stand up and sit down beside Hobie. All the while with Ekko eyeing the both of you suspiciously. Introducing yourself, you gesture at Hobie. “...and this is Hobie. We're spider, uh, people? We're sort of like you actually!” Your excitement is hard to conceal now.

“You're not gonna eat me, right? Because I will fight back.” Ekko says through gritted teeth.

“Fight back with the pillow that has my girl's face in it?” Hobie eggs him on, earning a pinch to his sides from you. “Ow.”

“How about we start explaining everything?” With a nod from Ekko, you start telling him about spider people in general, the gist of spider society, and the hypothesis on how he must've gotten there. “And we sorta know you because of a show we watched.”

“What fucking show—?”

“Nothin'” Hobie gazes at you, wordlessly conversing and telling you that it might cause some trouble in Ekko's dimension if you tell him that he's just a character in most dimensions. And you immediately understand, agreeing with a curt nod. “She meant that she saw you on the screens of the society and thought that you…” Hobie sucks in his teeth, trying to make up a lie on the spot. “...looked like a bloke she used to date, yeah, date.” He nods, impressed at himself. Meanwhile you're looking at him like he stole your ice cream right from your hand.

“Yeah, that.” You grimace before fixing your expression. “It's definitely that.”

“That's bullshit.” Ekko calls the two of you out immediately. “But I don't care, just get me back home.”

“Sure!” You stand up, clapping your hands. “Before that though, can I get a picture, please?”

“Love, really?”

“Yes, ‘Mr. I'm not bloody jealous.’” Hands on your waist, Hobie stands up, hands immediately wrapping around your hips to pull you towards him. “It'll be so cool.”

“‘m not jealous.”

“Says the one who's holding onto me for dear life. Definitely not jealous behavior.” Riling him up, mischief shines in his eyes.

Ekko's attention turns towards the kitchen, finding all bits and bobs interesting while you and Hobie bicker in the living room lovingly. A bit too lovingly as he walks towards a small box with flashing buttons. He tilts his head, pressing the number one as it beeps. His interest is piqued, pressing another button and almost jumping out of his skin when the small door opens.

The beeping has yours and Hobie's attention away, lips pausing right on your jaw. “That’s the microwave.” You say, and Ekko turns towards you, dipped by Hobie with his lips on your skin. He scrunches his nose at the sickeningly sweet sight. “Try pressing the green button.” You say and Hobie rests his forehead on your shoulder before straightening you up on the floor. Ekko does what you told him, and his fascination is clear on his expression as the microwave starts up.

“They grow up so fast.” Hobie murmurs, kissing your cheek before letting you go. “C’mon, Ekko, let me show you the magic of a blender.”

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“I can't believe that you guys don't have a dishwasher or a washing machine!” You exclaim as you carefully walk on the floor covered by a hundred metallic parts while Hobie and Ekko take apart the microwave to fix his z-drive. “You guys have magic but not a machine that washes your own shit for you. That's insane.” Plopping down in between them on the floor, you hand them a glass of orange juice each. The glow of the arcane has you mesmerized, all the more reason why you avoid staring at it for long periods, so instead you gaze at the concentration on both of their faces.

“What’s insane is this food.” Ekko says, chewing the last of the quesadillas you preheated before they took apart the microwave. Hobie did promise to get a new one for you. “I've never had anything like this before.” His eyes shine and a soft smile etches on his lips.

There's pride in your chest that you've made him smile when you've only seen him make that expression a couple of times in the show. All because of store bought cheesy quesadillas and a glass of orange juice to wash it down with.

“I'd pack you some but we're all out of it.” You say apologetically, and you miss the way Hobie glances between you and Ekko with a raised brow. “Maybe I can give you a recipe, I'll find one on my phone and write it down for you!”

“Do you lot even have cheese?” Hobie says, pointing at Ekko with a screwdriver, while you take out your phone.

“We have cheese, Hobie.” Ekko rolls his eyes, taking a generous gulp of the orange juice. He purses his lips together, eyeing your phone. “What's that?”

“It's called a phone, it basically has everything.” Showing him the screen, you scroll through your gallery of cat pictures and various selfies with friends, and Hobie. “See—” you notice the sudden flustered expression on him and once you turn the phone towards you, you immediately close it, cheeks aflame while Hobie flicks his eyes towards you and the tucked phone with obvious second hand embarrassment. And maybe with a tinge of jealousy. “That— that wasn't for your eyes. I should've just shown you pictures of puppies.” You wish that the ground would swallow you into the depths.

“That—” Ekko clears his throat, avoiding your eyes. “That suit looked good on you…”

“It was a prototype…” You say, muffled as you hide your face in your hands.

Hobie quickens the screwing of the bolt in the device, jaw tight and words said under his breath. “Right!” He says too loudly, placing down the screwdriver on the floor with a resounding thud. “It's done, we're good now, ain't we, bruv?” Shoving the z-drive in Ekko's arms, he flicks it open, filling the living room in blue light. “Up you go, Ekko!”

“Wait,” you interrupt while Hobie helps Ekko stand up or make him stand up more like. “I have to write the recipe down!” Quickly trying to find a notepad, you go towards the bedroom and leave the two men alone, staring at your retreating back.

“Ekko,” Hobie says, side eyeing him. “Kindly fuck off, yeah?” The thing is, he trusts you, but he does not trust the man beside him.

Ekko smirks, brown eyes twinkling. “I'll fuck off when she wants me to, Hobie.” Hobie doesn't know if he's being genuine or riling him up just for the sake of seeing him all jealous. Ekko's eyes roam around Hobie's face and then flicks down over to his bicep before looking back to the open bedroom door.

“You little shit—”

“Got it!” You skip from the bedroom, notepad in hand with your quick chicken scrawl on it. “I don't know if you'll be able to—” you notice the sudden tension between the two when just five minutes ago they were happily yapping about electricity and various nerdy things that have endeared you. “Are you guys, okay?” You clap your hands together with the notepad in hand. “Oh, I get it! You guys are now best friends and don't want to fully leave each other yet!”

“What—?” They simultaneously say.

“How about I give you my watch, Ekko?” Before Hobie could stop you, you're already taking it off your wrist and handing it to a very smug yet confused Ekko in exchange for the blue bracelet you gave him, together with the quesadilla recipe. “I'll just tell Miguel that I lost it during a fight, he'll understand because I know I'm secretly his favourite.” You innocently smile at them as Hobie sidles up to you, eyes telling Ekko to start hauling ass out of his houseboat. All the while you grab his waist and pull him closer to you, unbeknownst to the cold war between the two punks. “Go save Piltover and Zaun, Ekko! Good luck!”

Hobie cuddles closer to you. “Yeah, go be a hero, Ekko.”

Ekko turns on the portal, sending a flurry of blues and oranges in the houseboat. “Maybe I will see you again after this.” He smiles at you, and then flicks his brown eyes towards Hobie with a bit of teasing glint, clearly adding to the man's irk.

“That would be great actually! We can all hang out again!” As you wave goodbye, Ekko sends a mock salute before stepping backwards into the portal.

Once he's out, Hobie takes you in his arms and lifts you off the floor to then waddle towards the bedroom with you in tow.

“You said we'll clean up!” You giggle, arms around his neck as he peppers kisses all over your face.

“Maybe after this.” Yep, definitely not jealous at all.

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the-kr8tor · 5 months ago

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Almost Valentine's day

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader x Ekko

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Just a regular night with your favourite people.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Nudity mention, SFW, Poly relationship, CW food mention, established relationship, arcane and spiderverse crossover, Fluff!

A/N: Just a quick fic because I miss writing for Hobie and before I lock in for Valentine's requests! @yumeaoka-chan and @pleaktale come get your food!!

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“We need a bigger tub.” Your voice bounces off the tiled walls and floors, making the two men with you turn their sleepy gazes towards an equally tired you.

The water is perfectly warm around you, bubbles hiding your bodies under the water, hair damp and skin glistening. The bathroom smells of apple pie and lavender from the scented candles you lit and from the bubble bath Hobie practically emptied out into the tub. The atmosphere just screams Valentine's day, it only needs some rose petals and some homemade chocolates and it's complete. It's technically not Valentine's day yet, but with Ekko and Hobie being lovey dovey almost every day and night, it's as if heart's day is everyday for you. But in truth, it's a regular Friday with them as you flutter your lashes and stare at them with heart eyes. They feel the same way after you wine and dine them with their favourite comfort foods right in the shared home.

“What do you mean, love? We fit perfectly ‘ere.” Hobie says whilst he's lounging on the other end of the tub, arms spread next to him as he's sitting adjacent to you and Ekko, whose arm is draped across your back. The punk's legs are folded in the water to give you and Ekko some space, foamy bubbles clinging to his skin while candle light illuminates his handsome face and piercings.

Ekko chuckles, a soapy hand running up and down your arm. “Says the man who's folded in half.”

Hobie splashes him with warm water, suds sticking to the platinum twists. “‘m bein’ polite, Ekko. Givin’ you and our lovie some space while you hog her to yourself.” Hobie nudges your thigh under the water as you laugh at their banter.

“You were here in my place yesterday, man.” He points to your side, lips curling into a smile. “It's my turn, tomorrow it's trouble’s turn to have that side all to herself.”

“Or we could get a bigger tub and you two can sit right next to me.” You're completely joking of course, especially when the flat's only bathroom can barely even fit the three of you getting ready in the morning.

Ekko places his head on your shoulder, pads of his fingertips drawing circles on your bare and damp skin, while his index points at your temple. “I think that's the hot water getting in your head.” You side eye him, taking his finger and trying to bite it but of course with his quick reflexes, he moves his hand away with a teasing look.

“We'll get a bigger flat one day, love.” Hobie softly says as the scented candle light flickers in the dim bathroom. You smile as he takes your legs to hold on his lap. “Right, Ekko?”

“We'll get you all the fixings. A big kitchen for Hobie's appetite,” Ekko agrees as Hobie chortles, rolling his eyes, “a huge backyard to run around in. And a large bathtub big enough for the three of us, yeah?”

Your heart warms up at the sight of the two men gazing at you fondly. “To run around in? We don't even have a dog.” Hobie opens his mouth, “or a cat.” He clamps shut.

“Not yet.” Hobie drops your legs gently into the water as he twists in place and scooches closer to the middle of the tub to change position. Water sloshes to the side, drenching the tiled floors. “Fuckin' landlord hates pets.”

Ekko folds his legs to give him space, watching the water lap around him as he moves. “Yeah, can't believe he let you in, Hobs.”

Hobie laughs, an obvious fake one as he perched his lanky legs on the edge of the tub, hanging over it as he takes Ekko's leg to rest upon his chest and yours atop his lap— anchoring himself down into the water further as he dips down and lets the water fill his clavicle. “He figured that he let you in before so he might as well let me in, right?”

Ekko snickers, digging his ankle into Hobie's chest playfully. Hobie catches his foot and threatens to bite down, making the white haired man fight for custody of his foot. Water sloshes around from the play wrestling, bubbles popping around them. You're sure that the whole bathroom is flooded now.

You laugh wholeheartedly at the scene before you, the sound catching both of their attention. Hobie grasps your ankle gently, squeezing it once and giving Ekko a firm one. He hums, relaxed at Hobie's so called massaging. Hobie makes a smug face, wordlessly saying that he won this time around.

“I don't need all that,” They both look at you, brows furrowed and eyes shining with warm light from the candles. “I mean, the big house with a fireplace and a walk-in closet.”

“We didn't say anything about a fireplace and a walk-in closet.” Ekko smiles, each hand dancing along your side and Hobie's shoulder as if you're both helping him float above water.

“It's fun to imagine, especially with all the bloody leather you two have.” They chuckle, gazing at each other before staring lovingly at you in sync. Taking Ekko's hand and reaching in front of you to grab Hobie's waiting hand, you grasp at their calloused hands together, placing a kiss on each of their knuckles. “As long as we're together, sitting in this tiny tub with you two is perfect enough.”

Hobie tilts his head, smiling softly at you then to Ekko, who's glancing at him and you with a longing smile as if he still couldn't believe that he's sitting right there and loving the two of you together. “Don't know, love, I think I can nick us an inflatable tub.”

You giggle as Ekko flicks some water at Hobie's face. “Where are we gonna place that, hm?”

“Living room,” he says so surely and with a straight face that if you truly don't know him you'd think he wasn't joking. “If we take out your telly we can make it fit.”

“Not the telly!” You exclaim, playing along as you lean forward while water waves slightly from the movement. Ekko's hand rubs along your shoulders, glued onto your skin as the warm water relaxes him further into the tub. “Surely we can take out Ekko's workbench—”

“No, not my shit.” He sits up, poking the two of you on the chest accusingly. Hobie snickers at his shock. “Or we take Hobie's guitar out of the way—”

His face falls dramatically. “Not my guitar!”

You move towards Ekko, whispering in his ears like you're gossiping and planning something against Hobie. But in truth you're just telling him the grocery lists that the three of you need to buy for tomorrow. Ekko nods along, adding to Hobie's feigned offense.

“‘Right, that's enough, move and make way for me!” Hobie's laughter echoes around the bathroom as you and Ekko screech whilst he makes his way towards the two of you quickly. Parting the way with warm hands while water sloshes to the side as he shimmies his way in between you and Ekko.

“Hobie, we don't fit!” Ekko protests but he makes way for him as he lifts his arms up to help the certain punk squeeze himself in.

“We all fit in a double bed, we can fit ‘ere!”

“This is not the same!”

Once he settles down, squished in between as you instinctively place your head on his shoulder, and while Ekko surrenders and sighs against Hobie's temple— Hobie places both arms around your back and Ekko's waist, smiling as if he's the happiest man in the whole world.

“You two come ‘ere often?”

You're sure that your guffaw would've had the neighbours calling in for a noise complaint as Hobie manages to place himself under you to make you more comfortable as he holds your waist and Ekko's. Your home might be small, but with them both, it's paradise and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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