#lardokent

[faiasakura]

a lardokent artist AU for the 2020 @omgcpreversebang. 

When Lardo is invited to collaborate on a joint exhibition with the mysterious K, whose evocative sculptures have enraptured the art world for years, she isn't expecting him to be NHL captain Kent Parson. 

[kentparsonbirthdaybash]

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For Parse Prompt Week 2019, Prompt Four: Cup Day

Summary: It’s cup day. Kent goes to the grocery store. 

tags: lardokent, trans lardo, veiled references to menstruation, references to sugar-free versions of junk food. 

Kent is driving home from the rink when Lardo calls him. He picks up as he uses his turn signal.

“Hey babe, you okay?” he asks immediately, since he can’t remember the last time they called him. 

“I’m fine, I just need you to pick up some ibuprofen, please,” they say, matter-of-fact, but Kent can hear the undercurrent of pain in their voice. 

“That doesn’t reassure me that you’re fine,” he points out, but flicks his turn signal for the other direction and changes lane after a brief glance to his side mirrors. 

They let out a sigh that would have had Kent tensing even a week earlier, but he can recognize it as reluctance instead of annoyance. 

“It’s— it’s a cup day, okay?” Lardo says, and yeah, there’s some irritation now, but Kent doesn’t feel too panicky about it, so that’s nice. 

“Ah,” Kent says, racking his brain for something better to say. “Okay, I’ll be home soon with the ibuprofen.”

“Thank you,” they say, before hanging up. 

He pulls into the parking lot. Once he’s in the store, he makes a beeline for the pharmacy section and grabs the requested ibuprofen. He heads to the checkout before realizing he might as well grab a couple of other things they’re running out of as well. 

When he gets to the door of their apartment, he realizes he’s carrying too many bags to turn the key in the door, so he sets some down. Before he can straighten up, the door opens, and Lardo’s raised eyebrow greets him. 

“Dude, I know we needed groceries, but I wish you come straight home,” they say, taking in the bags he’s holding. 

“Babe, I don’t do anything straight,” he says, fishing out the bottle of painkillers and handing it over. They give him a tiny smile before disappearing into the apartment, leaving him to bring in the bags. 

When Lardo emerges from the bedroom, they’re greeted by what looks like the complete inventory of a candy shop, albeit one that one stocks their absolute favorites. They’re speechless for a moment. 

“I also grabbed the heating pad from the bathroom and set it up in the living room, and bought that movie you like off of Amazon,” Kent says quietly. 

Lardo’s quiet for a moment, and Kent begins to fidget. 

“What’s wrong, did I– did I get the sugar-free version of something, I thought I had been careful, but I can go back,” Kent starts. 

“No, dude,” Lardo cuts him off. “I’m just mad because I can’t propose at game night next week now.” 

Kent’s jaw opens and shuts a few times before he manages to put himself together. 

“Are you– are we breaking up?” he asks timidly. 

Lardo doesn’t answer him, just turns around and goes into the bedroom before returning with something covered by a red cloth. They pull off the cloth to reveal a small lacquered box. 

A small lacquered box about the same size and shape as a ring box. 

“Are you?” Kent breathes, and Lardo drops to one knee. 

Lardo opens their mouth, and Kent’s blurting out a “Yes!” before any words come out. 

“Jeez, Parson, let me say the words first,” they snark. 

Kent ignores that and pulls them up in an embrace. They laugh as Kent peppers their face in kisses. 

“Better let go of me before the ice-cream melts, fiance.”

[movedto-dazaipositive]

anyway please imagine stressed out Kent during the playoffs, body hurting, and Lardo who is frustrated by her art slump. they're both pissed off and snapping at each other, the air in their house suffocatingly heavy.

it takes Kent about an hour of fuming in silence before he finds Lardo's poster paints, two brushes, and a glass of water. she's on the couch petting kit and flipping through netflix.

Kent takes his shirt off before he goes to sit on the carpet. he hands her the paint and brushes, pulls his knees in and leans forward so she has access to his shoulders and upper back.

"Are you sure?" Lardo says.

Kent nods jerkily. "Yeah," he says. "Just–"

"Okay," Lardo says softly.

there's something soothing about the whole thing; Kent's brain switches off. Lardo's brush is cool and soft gliding over his hot skin. Kent shivers. he can't see what she's doing, but he doesn't doubt her. he feels floaty and safe.

it feels like hours before Lardo moves. he misses her warmth at his back for a whole two minutes, but then she comes back, settling down. then he feels the sharp point of what feels like a microtip pen against his back. it's hard to get used to the feeling, but he stays still and relaxed by sheer force of will.

the feel of the pen pulls him down again, but this time he's more aware: of Lardo's feet resting near his hips, the rhythm of her breathing, the smell of her shampoo because she's leaning close behind him.

she doesn't let him see what it is until she's done–leading him to the huge mirror in the bathroom (so he's an asshole; old news).

but when he sees it, he gasps.

it doesn't make any sense, not at first. but slowly the swirls of warm-coloured paint resolve into a sunset, the black lines a bridge in front of it. it takes him another minute to notice the tiny figures in the middle of the bridge, a man and woman standing next two each other, heads tilted like they're talking to each other. his throat tightens.

"Thank you," he whispers. it doesn't feel like enough, but it's what he has.

"Thank you," Lardo says quietly. she sounds a bit choked, but he knows better than to comment.

instead he turns back to the mirror.

[faiasakura]

Roll for Initiative

My OMGCP Reverse Bang 2019 art! The premise I came up with is post canon divergence. Larissa ends up in Las Vegas after heartbreak. There, she reconnects with Kent Parson and they both find something in the other. The matching fic has been written by the amazing @bookwyrmling and can be found here. Give it a read!