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For the event I decided on Baby it's cold outside, female reader or gn whatever you are more comfortable with, and Heat. Nsfw if you feel like it.

I love the idea for the event! 😊

Hi @nocturnalrorobin! Thank you for your request! I had never written for Heat before, and it was a pleasure to write this for you. I hope you’ll enjoy it ;)

Falling Snow, Rising Heat

Heat x fem!reader "Baby, it's could outside"

Word count: 1.780

Tags: fem!Reader, light NSFW, swearwords

Notes: English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

The sky was heavy with thick, gray clouds—the kind that promised hours of relentless snowfall. The Victoria Punk creaked softly as it cut through the icy waves, its wooden deck blanketed in a pristine layer of untouched snow. While the crew reveled in the warmth and chaos of the common room, the outside remained eerily quiet, save for the occasional groan of the ship or the distant roar of the sea.

You had sought refuge here, away from the laughter, shouting, and the constant buzz of energy that always seemed to fill the ship. The chill didn’t bother you; in fact, it calmed your thoughts and brought clarity. Leaning against the railing, you let your gaze drift across the endless expanse of gray water, your breath forming faint clouds in the crisp air.

The sound of heavy boots crunching through the snow broke your solitude. Turning around, you saw Heat approaching, his imposing figure cutting through the dull sky. Even wrapped in a thick coat, he exuded a commanding presence—a furnace of warmth that stood defiant against the biting cold.

He stopped a few paces away, arms crossed, his sharp gray eyes fixed on you.

"What the hell are you doing out here? Trying to freeze to death, or is this some sort of experiment?"

You smiled, unshaken by his gruff tone. "I needed some peace and quiet. And I like the cold. It’s... refreshing."

He rolled his eyes, stepping closer. "You’re the only person on this ship who’d call this frozen nightmare ‘refreshing.’ You’re going to end up an icicle out here."

"And you? Why are you here?" you countered, crossing your arms, a teasing smile curving your lips. "You’re not exactly a fan of the cold either, if I remember right."

You knew Heat wasn’t fond of freezing weather. Just yesterday, he’d been grumbling about the snow piling up on deck and how much harder it made his work. Yet here he was, braving the icy chill with an unspoken determination.

He shrugged, glancing briefly at the sea. "Checking the deck. Gotta make sure none of the crates are slipping because of the snow," he replied, his deep voice laced with an almost casual indifference that felt too rehearsed.

You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Really? Checking the deck? That sounds a bit like an excuse, don’t you think?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he crossed his arms, his eyes—eerily matching the color of the sky—fixed on the horizon. Yet, you caught the faint twitch of his jaw, a subtle tension that betrayed his discomfort.

"You do this often," you continued with a mischievous smile, tilting your head slightly. "Finding a reason to be wherever I am. What are you trying to prove?"

This time, he slowly turned his head toward you, his intense gaze locking onto yours. "I’m not proving anything. I just do what needs to be done." His voice was calm, but the faintly defensive tone was impossible to miss.

You stepped closer, narrowing the distance between you, your smile still lingering. "Then explain to me why, every time I step away, you always show up a few minutes later. Are you really checking the crates, or are you keeping an eye on me?"

He laughed, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the icy air around you. But this time, he didn’t look away. Instead, he studied you with a mixture of amusement and challenge.

"You’ve got a pretty high opinion of yourself," he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth still curved into a crooked smile. "Maybe I’m just here to make sure you’re not doing something stupid. Or maybe... maybe I just don’t like the idea of you being out here alone on this damn deck."

"That’s almost a confession," you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He took a step closer, close enough for the warmth radiating from his body to become unmistakable despite the chill in the air. "Believe whatever you want," he murmured, his tone dropping lower. "But if I’m here, it’s because I don’t want to leave you out here alone. You want to call that an excuse? Be my guest."

You let out a soft laugh, a puff of vapor escaping your lips. "You could just admit you enjoy my company, Heat. It’d be a lot easier."

He raised an eyebrow, his gaze growing sharper, more focused. "And what about you? Don’t you enjoy mine?"

The question caught you off guard, but not as much as the way he stood there—tall and imposing—looking at you as though he expected an honest answer.

"Maybe," you murmured at last, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

His grin widened slightly, and he shook his head. "That’s all I get? ‘Maybe’?"

"It’s more than you’ve admitted," you shot back, your tone still teasing.

He laughed again, but this time it was softer, almost conspiratorial. Then, before you could say anything else, he placed a firm hand on your waist, pulling you closer with a deliberate yet gentle motion.

"If you want to know why I’m here, it’s simple," he murmured, his eyes locking onto yours. "I’d rather be here, with you, than inside with all that chaos."

Before you could respond, a sharp cracking sound rang out in the air. Both of you turned toward the noise, your eyes landing on one of the supply crates swaying dangerously close to the edge of the deck.

"Damn it," Heat muttered, already moving toward it.

You followed closely as he grabbed a rope, his massive, powerful hands working quickly to stabilize the crate. The ship’s wooden deck groaned beneath the shifting weight, but Heat’s strength and focus were unwavering. With one final pull, he secured the crate back in place, the tension in the air easing as the ship rocked slightly beneath your feet.

"Always this heroic?" you teased, crossing your arms as you watched him brush the snow off his gloves.

He turned toward you, a faint, crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I do what needs to be done. Someone’s got to keep this ship from falling apart."

"And me? Am I just another problem for you to fix?"

Heat’s expression softened for a moment before he stepped closer, his playful smirk giving way to something far more intense. "You could be," he murmured, "if you keep testing me like this."

His hand slid over your waist with an effortless confidence, his fingers pressing slightly into the thick fabric of your coat. But instead of stopping there, they gripped the edges of your coat, slowly pulling them apart on either side, as if claiming the right to remove the barrier between you.

"You don’t need this," he murmured, his low, gravelly voice cutting through the icy air.

Before you could protest, he slid the coat off your shoulders with deliberate slowness, his broad hands brushing the curve of your arms. The bite of the cold hit you for an instant, but the warmth of his proximity overwhelmed it almost immediately. His massive frame, so close to yours, seemed to block out the frigid wind entirely.

"You see," he murmured, his warm breath grazing your cheek, "I can keep you much warmer than that."

His hand slid from the small of your back to the curve of your hip before slipping under the fabric of your tank top. He barely grazed your skin, but a fiery heat seemed to seep into your veins, igniting every fiber of your being. He paused just long enough for you to feel every deliberate movement, his fingers tracing light but determined circles that sent a new warmth pooling low in your belly.

He leaned in further, his massive frame towering over yours until his lips hovered just at the corner of your mouth. "You don’t think I’m capable, do you?" he asked, a sly smirk curling across his lips.

His steely gaze locked onto yours, leaving you suspended between challenge and anticipation. Then, his gravelly voice resumed, lower and even bolder.

"I hope you enjoy intense heat as much as the cold," he murmured, his breath searing against your cheek as he leaned closer to your ear. "Because by the time I’m done with you, every last bit of snow on this damn deck will have melted."

The confidence in his words sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold. You opened your mouth to respond, but Heat didn’t wait. His free hand slipped behind your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your face toward his. His lips captured yours in a kiss that was both commanding and electric, his warmth flooding you like a raging fire in the heart of winter.

The hand on your waist moved more boldly, lingering on your stomach before sliding upward toward your breasts. His touch burned against your chilled skin, his fingers pressing just enough to make you gasp softly against his lips. In a movement that was both desperate and filled with need, you gripped the collar of his coat, pulling him closer to you. His hips pressed against your body, and you could already feel the intensity of his desire through the fabric of his pants.

When he finally released your lips, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his intense gaze holding you captive. A slow, mischievous smile spread across his face, one that was both captivating and disarming.

"Still not cold?" he asked, his voice rough yet teasing.

You let out a breathless laugh, your hands still clutching the collar of his coat.

"Not even a little."

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that you could both feel and hear.

"Good. Because I’m not done yet."

You responded with a bold smile, letting your fingers trail down his chest before gripping the edges of his coat. Slowly, but with clear intent, you opened the garment, your eyes lifting to meet his, burning with desire.

“Show me, Heat,” you murmured, your voice low and defiant. “Turn your promises into something that leaves me wanting more.” His lips found yours again, each movement filled with a devouring intensity. Around you, the snow continued to fall, but it had become meaningless, overshadowed by the searing heat radiating from your embrace.

The wooden deck beneath your feet creaked slightly, as if reacting to the growing energy between you. Every snowflake that dared to reach you seemed to melt before it could even touch your skin, as though his words had not just been a promise, but an inevitable certainty—a destiny the two of you embraced without hesitation.

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