# Revenge Of The Dweeb

Title: Revenge Of The Dweeb
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: F4L
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>Fang standing at the airport luggage conveyor belt, waiting for hers to appear
>her suitcase finally appears, completely covered in stickers ranging from her favorite bands to dumb memes
>only problem is, it's piled under several other bags
>good thing she didn't pack anything fragile
>she yanks hers out from under the mound, nearly causing the rest to tumble to the ground
>passing through the gate, the ptero scans the area for her welcoming committee
>under a sign reading 'Fang Aaran' surrounded by hearts is a bald human
>good thing Anon is studying to become a music engineer and not an artist
>his penmanship is still atrocious
>pushing through the crowd of humans and dinosaurs, Fang makes her way towards the awaiting human
>she circles around, using the endless horde of arriving and departing travelers as cover
>Anon doesn't notice her standing right behind him
>he's too focused on trying to find her in the crowd
>a startled yelp escapes his lips as she brings her arms around him
>a pair of wings immediately follow, the downy feathers quickly revealing his would-be assailant's identity
>"Gotcha!"
>the human drops the sign and twists in his captors embrace
>he wiggles his arm under the feathery cocoon, pulling Fang into a bear hug
>"I missed you so much."
>the ptero lets out a sigh and rests her snoot on the human's shoulder
>"I missed you too, dweeb."
>a while later, the duo exit the airport hand in hand
>the moment Anon raises a hand to hail one of the passing taxies, one screeches to a halt right next to the waiting couple
>stuffing her luggage in the vehicle's trunk, Fang join Anon on the back seat
>if she didn't know any better, she would have thought this guy was related to the guy that drove them to prom
>"Where to, kids?"
>before she can give the driver her hotel address, Anon speaks up
>"Bright Valley student dorms."
>the oddly familiar-looking raptor eyes the couple in the rearview mirror for a moment
>"You sure you two don't want to go somewhere more...private?"
>applying her boot to the driver's seat silences the driver and reminds Fang of old times
>the taxi peels off towards its destination, going well over the speed limit
>Fang leans over to Anon, the driver's words ringing true, despite her objection
>"Why are we going to your dorm? I thought we'd be going straight to the hotel?"
>"Just have to stop by to pick up something. It'll only take a few minutes."
>Fang is about to inquire further, but she is cut off by Anon
>"I promise it won't take long. I'll make it up to you tonight by taking you to a fancy restaurant like you always wanted."
>the answer placated Fang for a second until she started thinking about it
>"Anon, you know we can't afford it. I barely scrounged up enough money for the ticket and hotel room.
>the ptero stares into the distance
>"Tutoring those spoiled brats on how to play the piano might pay well, but holy shit, are they insufferable."
>Anon gives her hand a reassuring squeeze
>"Don't worry about it. I've got it all handled."
>the taxi's tires leave long streaks as the car slides into an empty parking spot
>Anon pauses as he grabs the door handle
>"We'll be back in a sec. Keep the meter running."
>"You got it, buddy."
>Anon grabs Fang by the hand, practically dragging her behind him as they rush through the dorm's halls
>before she can ask Anon to slow down, the human stops in front of a door
>several voices are heard behind the slightly ajar door
>not waiting to fill in his confused partner, Anon kicks open the door
>everyone stares at the intruders, several in the middle of stuffing their faces with junk food
>Anon moves to the side, giving everyone a clear view of Fang and her confused expression
>the sheer glee in Anon's voice is apparent
>"Who's laughing now, faggots!?"
>a few people start choking on their food, one person spraying soda all over his meal
>several of them start staring at Fang
>suddenly feeling exposed, she moves to hide behind Anon
>"I fucking told you she was my girlfriend, now cough up the cash."
>disbelief, shock, and jealousy paints the faces of everyone as they come forward
>over the next few minutes, Anon is begrudgingly handed several wads of bills, drastically increasing his net worth
>after quickly counting the money, Anon beams at Fang
>"Now I can finally take you on the kind of date you deserve."
>not waiting for her response, he turns toward the seething crowd
>"Later, bitches."
>Fang gives the group an awkward wave before she also follows in her ecstatic partner's steps