Pairing - Lobo x fem reader Being a metal music fan has its perks when you meet Lobo
The first time you told Lobo you liked metal music, he stared at you for a long moment like he was deciding whether you were joking or not. His red eyes narrowed slightly beneath that wild mass of black hair, a slow grin spreading across his rough, scarred face.
“You’re tellin’ me,” he rumbled, voice deep and gravelly, “a tiny little human like you actually likes metal?”
You crossed your arms with a raised brow. “First of all, rude. Second of all—yes. Real metal. Not the soft stuff.”
For a moment he just stared… and then he burst out laughing, loud and booming enough to shake the walls.
“Oh I like you, chica,” he said, clapping a heavy hand on your shoulder hard enough to make you stumble a little. “You ain’t heard real metal until you’ve heard it off Earth.”
You assumed he was exaggerating.
You learned very quickly that he wasn’t.
Before you even had time to question him further, Lobo had dragged you outside and onto his massive space bike, the infamous Space Hog. The engine roared like some kind of mechanical beast as he kicked it to life.
“Hold on tight,” he grinned.
The next thing you knew, stars streaked past you as the bike tore through space. The cold vacuum somehow didn’t bother him—or you, thanks to whatever weird tech he’d tossed you to wear. Your hair whipped wildly as you clung to his leather jacket while he laughed like a maniac the entire ride.
Eventually the bike descended onto a massive alien city glowing with neon lights and towering structures. The sound hit you before you even saw the venue, heavy guitars screaming through enormous speakers, drums pounding like thunder, and the roar of a massive crowd.
“This,” Lobo said proudly, hopping off the bike, “is a real concert.”
The place was packed with aliens of every shape and size, all gathered around a gigantic stage where a metal band was absolutely shredding. Flames shot up behind them while the crowd roared and shoved in a massive swirling mosh pit.
You barely had time to take it all in before Lobo grabbed your hand and started dragging you forward through the crowd.
“Relax, chica!” he laughed. “You said you like metal!”
The moment the crowd got thicker, he stopped suddenly, turned, and without warning hoisted you straight onto his shoulders like you weighed nothing.
You squeaked in surprise but quickly grabbed onto his head to steady yourself. From up there the entire concert stretched out in front of you, the blazing stage, the wild crowd, the music vibrating through your entire body.
“This is insane!” you shouted over the music.
Lobo just laughed loudly beneath you. “Now you’re gettin’ it!”
When the band launched into their next song the crowd exploded, the mosh pit surging into motion like a living storm. Lobo didn’t hesitate for even a second.
Straight into the chaos he went.
Bodies slammed into him from all sides but he barely moved an inch, built like a walking tank. Meanwhile you bounced slightly on his shoulders as he stomped through the pit, shouting along to the music while the crowd around him went wild.
Every once in a while someone would bump into him too hard and Lobo would just shove them back with a grin, treating the entire thing like the best night of his life.
“You still alive up there?!” he shouted up at you.
You were laughing so hard your stomach hurt. “This is the coolest concert I’ve ever been to!”
At one point the music slowed just enough for him to reach up and grab your hand, squeezing it with surprising gentleness despite the chaos around you.
“Told ya, chica,” he said proudly. “When Lobo takes someone to a show… he does it right.”
And as the music thundered around you, flames lighting the alien sky while the wild crowd roared, you couldn’t help laughing again, because somehow the most dangerous bounty hunter in the universe had just given you the most unforgettable concert of your life.
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