#loxias crown fluff

[just-some-random-blogger]

I would love to read something about Matt Smith as Milo Crown from Morbius. I don’t know if you have watched it or if you like it but I feel like reading some fluff / smut with him would be so cute. Like turning the bad ones into good ones just for her is my favorite. Maybe he‘s been in love with her forever and gets jealous of Michael? Maybe he questions her love for him and gets all insecure and she shows him how much she loves him ?? Or maybe just some waking up next to each other stuff or anything if you‘re up to it.

Him Or Me

Milo Crown x Reader

Summary: "Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around.

Word Count: >800

Warnings: gender neutral reader, jealousy, mentions/depictions of violence during a heated argument, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i was meant to write this the moment i got it but ???? it died????? HHAAHAHHA anyway ever since i watched Morbius (solely for my husband matt HAHAH) i was like 'aint no way his character doesn't have fics' and the urge to write fics for him was strong. tbh i didn't think the movie was as bad???? as everyone was making it out to be???? (maybe im blinded by how amazing matt was in it what a fking simp) i mostly just thought it was very confusing ??? and cliche ig ??? its a marvel film ya know, i feel like marvel films have been reaching a decline in soul as of late anyway enough for that hot take i hope you like it lovie. it turned into an angst prompt though so ..... lolol AHHHAAH also of course we have to add this scene as the gif AHHAHAH iconic Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx

"Stop bringing Michael into this," I snap, pointing a finger at him.

Milo scoffs, "and why wouldn't I be bringing him into this?"

He snarls as he walks past me. I grit my teeth, watching him move to his table to pour himself a cup of gin.

"Because he's not part of this conversation, Milo!"

He laughs as the alcohol spills into his cup. He puts the bottle down and turns to me, raising his glass, "that's funny," he takes a sip, then keeps the object by his lips, "you say that as if it's ever just the two of us doing something. I can never get you alone," he brings the glass down and laughs again, "you like him too much."

"Are you fucking hearing yourself right now?" I wave my hands, "I'm here with you aren't I? I'm concerned with what's happening with you, not Michael."

Milo chucks his glass across the room, "NO!"

I cringe and cover the sides of face with my hands.

"You're HERE," he walks over to me, "because Michael called you. You're doing this for him!"

My breath hitches as Milo stands in front of me with a scowl and a heaving chest. I look up at him as I slowly drop my hands. I feel my eyes water at the severity of his tone, the accusation that I did not care for him.

"Between the two of us, you always chose Michael," he mutters softly all of a sudden.

I flare. "I only chose Michael because you keep turning me away!" I quip back, face moving closer to his, "you never let me get close to you unless he's around!"

His face twitches. He lets out an airy chuckle under his breath. He shakes his head, "liar," he grits his teeth and rather painfully admits in a low voice, "I always want you around."

I scoff at him and straighten up, "and what you're doing now is a good indication of that, huh?"

Milo's eyes begin to glass.

I release a shudder as a tear rushes down my face. I look away from him and wipe my tears, but then Milo catches my face as he releases a breathy curse, "fuck- I..."

I shake away from his hold and I move off to the door.

With his newfound powers, which was the reason for this argument in the first place, he runs up to me and blocks my way. Milo clutches my shoulders and shakes his head, "please, don't leave."

I clench my jaw, "you don't seem particularly willing to listen to me."

"Please," he steps forward.

I release a breath, "Milo-"

His hands come to my cheeks, "please."

"I don't-"

My words are cut off by the press of his lips on mine. He leans into me and pulls me in, the warmth of his body mingles with mine. He tastes like gin, but he smells as nice as he always does. My hands come to his torso as he slowly deepens the kiss and slides his tongue against my lips.

When we break away for a breath, Milo presses his forehead on mine and heaves. His breathing is too heavy to be the consequence of mere kissing. He huffs, "I haven't had the balls to tell you that I have been in love with you since the day you laughed at my jokes."

I look at him as he tucks hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry I... blew up on you," he rubs my cheek, "or scared you," he shakes his head, "I would never hurt you."

"Milo..."

"I just figured I wouldn't have a chance with you anyway, especially not when Michael was... well, Michael, and I was me."

I knit my brows and shake my head, "you're a fucking idiot."

He nods, "I am. I know that-"

I cut him off this time and take my turn at cupping his face.

When we pull away, I look at him and comb his hair back. He looks at me with slightly parted lips. I press mine into a soft smile as I take his hands and place them on my waist. I lick my lips "has it never even once occurred to you that I do the shit that I do because I... like you?"

Milo's brows knit a fraction. He blinks. Then, he pulls closer to him. I bring my hands to his chest as we look at each other.

He tilts his head then slowly, his lips curve into a small smile. He releases a chuckle as I rub his chin with my thumbs. He leans into me, "you like me?"

I scoff out a chuckle and roll my eyes.

"Or... is it my money?" he hums with a lopsided smile.

I throw my head back as I laugh. I look back at him as he rubs my sides affectionately. I sigh and shake my head, "you caught me," I raise my hand, "hand over your wallet."

Milo does not hesitate, one hand leaving me to fish for the object in his back pocket.