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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 The screen's light shines on your engrossed expression, it's as if his lovie has been replaced by an alien who's trying to learn the language through your phone.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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yumeaoka-chan · 5 months ago

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And They Were Roommates...

Made entirely because of the HC sent by 🎏 anon to @the-kr8tor . Teehee❤️

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

Tags: fluff, modern au (they're all in Hobie's universe, really), cursing, blood, injuries, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender really, hurt/comfort (sorta??), sparse use of y/n, hobie gets bapped like twice cuz I think it's funny, can be read as romantic or platonic

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Finding out one of your roommates is actually Spider-Man was not at all on your Bingo Card.

A loud bang startles you awake, thumps and thuds sounding outside your room. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes and scrubbing a hand over your face, you peel away the blankets with a groan.

“Fuckin’ hell”, a muffled voice huffs, making you scoff.

“That should be my line”, you mumble, stumbling across your room. You knew having more than two people living together would mean noises late in the night, knew that it was inevitable for disturbances. It hadn't occurred to you just how frequent it would be, however. This was the fifth night in a row this week that you've been woken up by them, nevermind it being almost five months since you started living here and you were tired of it. It didn't matter how nice they both were, how you cared deeply for them, how they'd apologize for it come morning. The fact that it keeps happening is enough to make you want to throttle them.

“It's three in the morning -”, you hiss lowly, wrenching your bedroom door open, “Three in the fucking morning..!” Fists balled up in frustration and annoyance painted on your features, you stomp your way into the small living room.

“I'd appreciate it if you both would…” The words die in your throat at the smell of iron as you take in the sight before you. The window behind the couch was wide open, cool night air blowing into the flat, bloodied handprints smeared across the windowsill. On the floor was the vase you had brought with you when you moved here, next to the toppled over coffee table and a banged up guitar littered with stickers. Your eyes drift over the couch speckled with crimson over to the man sprawled on the floor, masked head lifting up from the cushions. The white eyes of his mask seem to widen in what you think is shock at the sight of you and he lifts a hand up in your direction.

“W-Wait-”

“How the fuck did you get in here?!” You cry out, pointing at the stranger who you've come to realize is Spider-Man, the Spider-Man. What the hell is London's web head doing in your flat, on your floor?! The masked hero struggles to lift himself off of the floor and that's when you notice the ichor seeping past his fingers, palm pressed against the large cut on his stomach. The sight of more blood makes your pulse quicken, panic settling in your bones.

“Oh! Oh, God, you're bleeding..!” Legs wobbling, you trip over yourself and stumble as you inch closer towards the man, trembling hands hovering out towards him. “Fuck… W-What should I do? H-How do I help you…?” Spider-Man shakes his head, hand gently gripping your wrist once you get close enough to him. The way he rubs his thumb against your skin in a calming manner feels oddly familiar to you, though it does little to quell the anxiousness eating at your insides.

“‘S fine, mate, really-”

“A doctor…! I'll take you to a doctor..!” A hand gently rests atop your head just as you start to pull the masked hero up, making you freeze and stutter in your frantic rambling. Exhausted hazel brown eyes greet you as you look up over your shoulder, lips twisted in a small frown and twisted locs pulled back in a ponytail.

“It's all good, Y/N”, Ekko mumbles softly, voice still warm and laced with sleep, “I've got it from here.”

“W-What..?” You question as he kneels down in front of the injured man, a first aid kit already in his hands. He's too calm about this whole situation in your opinion, so much so that you're beginning to suspect that this isn't the first time this has happened. Your roommate clicks his tongue in slight annoyance, brows furrowing as he glares at the hero. And then he does something you never thought he would do to a hero of all people. Ekko raises a hand and smacks Spider-Man on the forehead. Jaw dropping at the scene, you watch as the web head curses, fingers shooting up to rub at the sore spot.

“Bloody wanker! Hell was tha’ for”, he grumbles, yelping as Ekko tugs at one of the spikes on his mask. “Stop! ‘M injured, remember?”

“This is exactly why I said for you to let ‘em know what's up. You never listen, man!” Your roommate snaps, frustration evident on the furrow of his brows as he helps the man out of his leather vest. Spider-Man lets out a noise and if he wasn't wearing that mask, you'd have sworn he would have been pouting.

“Give me some slack, ‘Ko. Slipped my mind, ‘s all.” The nickname leaves his lips almost naturally, and leaves you bewildered. Because, from your knowledge, the only ones Ekko allows to call him that are you and-

“You're shitting me… Hobie…”, you mumble softly, eyes as big as saucers at the sudden revelation. The masked man chuckles lowly before reaching up and pulling the mask off completely, the familiar warm russet brown eyes of your roommate greeting you. Small cuts litter his face and the area near his right eye looks slightly darker and swollen, as though he'd been punched repeatedly. Hobie gives you a lopsided smile, pain evident in the way the corners of his lips tremble just a bit.

“‘S me, darlin’. Meant to tell you sooner…” It all finally makes sense. The persistent weariness you'd see emanating from him at times, all the times he'd been late to your hangouts, the fact that he almost always looked like he'd gotten into a fight. Hell, the guitar he carries is the exact one Spider-Man was always lugging around. How could you have even missed this? Now that you knew exactly who was behind the mask and how close you were to him, your nerves slowly began to spike again. Was he always getting hurt this badly, to the point that the blood flow never seemed to stop, even now? An image of a lifeless Hobie laying deathly still on the floor of your flat flashes in your mind then and you can't help the shiver that runs down your spine.

“Mm, you got lost in my eyes there?” His words rouse you out of your musings and you glare at him, letting out a huff and trying to hide the way your eyes were beginning to sting with the threat of tears. Ekko snorts and smacks Hobie's forehead again, who in turn lets out a shout. “Oi! Nurses ain't ‘posed to hit the wounded!”

“Sure”, Ekko scoffs before turning to you, exasperation coloring his voice, “Can you grab a large bowl with warm water and a little soap?”

You're up almost immediately after he asks, quickly rushing to grab whatever he needs. You return shortly with the bowl and a clean washcloth, carefully placing it beside him, watching as he pulls out the tools needed to treat his patient who is already shirtless. You watch as Ekko begins treating Hobie, hands quick yet gentle in the way he cleans the wound. The silence stretches on as you move to sit next to him, your head inches away from both his and Hobie's. It's when he moves on to begin stitching the cut that you speak up, eyeing your two roommates.

“From the looks of it, you've been tending to him for a while. How long have you been doing this, ‘Ko..?” He chuckles and shakes his head, a few white twists slipping from the ponytail and falling over his eyes. Your fingers are quick to brush them to the side for him while Hobie gently fixes Ekko's hair into a bun, so that his hair doesn't get in the way of his work.

“It feels like forever, honestly, like I've known him for that long. It's probably only been about a year or two, though.” He mumbles, which makes the injured man in front of you chuckle.

“Been my saviour for a while now, yeah?”

“Yeah…” There's a look that crosses over Ekko’s face then, something akin to sadness and anxiousness. It goes away just as quick as it came but, unfortunately for him, both you and Hobie had already seen it. Fingers softly grazing his wrist, you silently urge him to stop for just a moment, Hobie following your lead by tenderly bumping a hand underneath the upset man's chin. Ekko closes his eyes for just a moment before looking up at Hobie and leaning his weight a little more against you, as if searching for comfort in your presence.

“I hate this… I hate having to patch you up after you get hurt like this”, he mumbles softly as his hands begin to resume their work, the real meaning behind his words reaching you almost instantly. Hobie sucks in a breath, glancing down at the hands working on his wound with a slightly guilty look on his face.

“...Sorry, mate… ‘S a hassle, I know-”

“He means-”, you interrupt him, hand quick to grasp his own, feeling the way the fabric of his suit rubs against your skin, "that it worries him. You getting hurt this badly is a little scary, Hobes. Makes a person think that if you'd gotten hurt anymore than you already had, that you might not come back at all one day…” You take a shaky breath, not even realizing the tears you'd held in from earlier were shining in your eyes right now. “I mean, look at how scared I was tonight. I just learned about you being Spider-Man and it already made me scared for your safety, seeing you like this. Imagine how Ekko has been feeling all this time.”

“We're not saying you should stop being Spider-Man, Hobie”, Ekko mutters as he finishes the last bit of stitches, hands moving to grab the ointment he laid out as he sniffles. “All we're saying is that we want you to at least come back to us in one piece. That's all we ask for.”

“Yeah. And don't make fun of us if we're a little shaken up at you being hurt”, you choke out, now wiping the hot tears dripping down your face. This was a little more than you'd expected to happen tonight, who could blame you for crying right now? Sleep deprivation and witnessing someone you cared about bleeding out could do it to you. You feel yourself being pulled into an embrace, Hobie wrapping you both in his arms and holding you close. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath your palm as one of your hands rested on his chest, the other gripping Ekko's hand.

“I'll always come back to you lot. Promise”, Hobie murmurs softly, voice cracking just a bit as he tightens his grip on you both ever so slightly. Ekko chuckles and bumps his head against his affectionately.

“Better. Or we'll both hunt you down and knock some sense into you.” A sniffle leaves you as you nod your head in agreement. Hobie lets out a laugh at that, arms holding you ever closer.

“Got it, Boss Man.”

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