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harrysweasleys · 4 years

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not so secret admirer // d.m

Summary: Can you write a Draco x reader where she's on top of the class and really sassy and fun, and Draco is lowkey kinda scared or intimidated by her? and Blaise likes to flirt with her and mess around just to make him jealous? thank u!

Warnings: none? hella soft Draco? also not totally proof-read

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: ah! this took way longer than i thought. but it’s here! enjoy! gif isn’t mine. :)

Draco watched with gritted teeth as Blaise approached you, a smirk on his face and his hands shoved in his pocket, confidence radiating off of him in waves.

“So, Y/N,” Blaise slid into the seat next to you, leaning back on the chair with his arms crossed across his chest. Draco glared holes into the back of his friend’s head, hating the stupid frustration he was feeling upon watching you two interact.

“Hi, Blaise,” you smiled over at the boy next to you, oblivious to the glare you two were receiving from the platinum headed boy across the class.

“Well, you changed up your hair over the Christmas break,” Blaise’s voice was smooth as he complimented you, “I like it.”

Draco wanted to snap his quill in half as he watched the blush rise to your cheeks, the shy smile you gave Blaise as you said ‘thanks, Zabini’ made him turn away and face the people sitting around him. He had also noticed you cut your hair during the break, but hardly found the moment to mention that he liked it too.

“Chill, Malfoy,” Pansy chewed loudly on a piece of gum as she twirled her hair, “Blaise doesn’t settle for just one girl, he’ll leave Y/N alone.”

It was no secret Draco harboured feelings for you. He had spoken to you a few times, and each time, you had intimidated him more than the last..

Draco Malfoy? Intimidated?

He found it hard to believe too. But your quick wit and knowledgeable sense had him double thinking his own personality. The last thing he wanted was to come off too strong or to push you away like he did with most people. You always found a way to top the class without even trying, it was admirable, really.

“I don’t care if Zabini wants to chase her,” Draco tried to play it off cool, “He’s at perfect liberty to go after whoever he wants, is he not?”

Pansy rolled her eyes at him, turning back to face the front of the class.

As Professor Snape stalked into the class, dark robes billowing behind him, Blaise rushed from his seat next to you back into the one next to Draco.

“Didn’t want to sit with your girlfriend?” Draco couldn’t help himself from making a snarky comment, despite the fact that the last thing he wanted was to show he was irritated.

Blaise grinned knowingly, “Y/N? Nah, not my girlfriend. Not my type.”

“You sure about that?” Draco spoke back through gritted teeth, “You complimented her.”

Blaise’s amused expression never faltered, “You were listening in, huh? Come on, you’ve been pining after her for like a year now. Just grow a pair and talk to her. As humans.”

“As humans?” Draco repeated, rolling his eyes in annoyance, “That’s so helpful.”

Shrugging, Blaise leaned closer so Professor Snape didn’t pick up on their private conversation, “Compliment her too. Tell her you like her brain or something. Girls like that — means you notice more than just their looks.”

Shaking his head, Draco didn’t think this was the way to go. How was he supposed to do that? Just walk up to you and say he thought you were smart? He’d look like an idiot.

“Yeah, that’s still useless, Zabini,” Draco leaned away from him, signalling the conversation had come to an end. He found it hard to pay attention to the remainder of the lesson, too busy focusing on the way your tongue would stick out in concentration, and even the way you’d tuck your hair behind your ear when trying to scribble down notes. He found you quite possibly the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“You coming, Malfoy?”

“I—Huh?” Draco’s eyes snapped over to Blaise, who was now standing, packing his books in his bag. He had been too busy thinking about you to realize class was over.

He peered back to your seat and noticed you talking to another Slytherin girl — he didn’t bother rememebring her name — but he didn’t really care at the moment.

“Yeah, coming,” he replied, tearing his eyes away from you and facing his group. He began to walk out of the class, but stopped in his steps when he heard the sound of objects clattering to the floor behind him.

He peered around, noticing you standing near your desk with a pout on your face.

“Damn it, just what I needed,” you leaned over, picking a bunch of books off the floor. Draco noticed your bag, which now had a huge rip on the bottom of it, discarded to the side. Your books, along with your ink, parchment and quill, were all over the floor.

Draco glanced around. Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle were out of sight, and the girl you had just been speaking to was in a conversation with Snape. So, he plucked up his courage and walked over to you.

“Need a hand?” he asked, leaning down to meet your eye level.

Your eyes shot up, a pink tinge to your cheeks as you rushed to pick everything up, “Yeah, thanks. I’ve needed a new bag for a while, guess this is the push I’ve been waiting for.”

He picked up three large textbooks, noticing immediately how heavy they were. And they weren’t even for any of your classes, he could tell they were from the library.

“Did you get these just for casual reading?” he analyzed the front page of the first book, which was titled How The Goblin Rebellion Shaped Wizard-Goblin Relations. He remembered studying the Goblin Rebellion years back, this couldn’t be for a class you were currently taking.

“Oh — yeah,” you grinned sheepishly, finally collecting everything and clutching it all tightly in your arms, “I know it’s weird, but I read that before bed. I guess it’s better than the last book I read which was about dragon enslavement. Not so cheerful.”

“And the Goblin Rebellion was?” he smirked, standing up and holding the books in his arms.

“No, but it had good outcomes,” you replied, standing up as well, “Nothing good came from keeping dragons in cages.”

Draco nodded, admiring the way you absorbed every bit of knowledge you could find. He found it rather annoying when Hermione Granger did it, but when it was you, even he had to admit it was endearing.

“I guess you’re right about that,” he nodded, “Do you want help bringing these back to your dorm?”

He nearly missed the way your lips curved up into a smirk, “Oh, am I about to be blessed with the opportunity of having the Draco Malfoy assist me back to my room?”

Draco’s eyes widened. He didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Oh—I—,”

“I’m kidding,” you tossed your head back, laughing at his dumbfounds expression, “I could use the help, thanks for offering.” You shot a wink his way and started making your way out of the class, leaving Draco still rooted in his spot.

Of course, you found a way of leaving him speechless again.

He fought back a grin and rushed to catch up with you, nearly tripping over his own robe.

“I like the rain,” you said softly once he caught up with you, “It’s calming. Cozy.”

He turned around to face the dark skies, the heavy rain pouring down making it almost difficult for him to hear you properly. He turned to face you, struggling to find the proper words to say.

“I prefer snow.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning your head to face him as the two of you continued down the long corridors, “Snow? I took you more for a raging thunderstorms kind of guy.”

He let out a small laugh, surprised by what you thought of him, “Why’s that?”

“Dunno,” you shrugged, “But I’ve always said you could tell a lot about a person based on their favorite weather.”

Draco looked over at you, fighting back another grin at the way you spoke so openly. You seemed to not care what anyone said about you, and he adored that.

“And what does snow mean? What can you figure out about me?” he wanted to know the answer but didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Well,” you grinned at him, turning back to face forwards, “You’re closed off. You like peace, being alone. You’re not a confrontational type, but you do like to knock people down a peg when given the chance.”

He blinked at you, hating how spot on that description was. Had you really figured all that out just by him saying he liked snow? Really, he liked that you could read him. Most people had no idea what was going on inside his head, and usually he’d love that, but he wanted to be less closed off around you. When given the chance, he found himself being honest around you more than he ever had been with anyone else — his family included.

“That’s... you’re spot on, actually,” he raised his eyebrows, “Colour me impressed.”

You smiled at him, “Oh, I know.”

He smiled back down at you, resisting the urge to blurt out beautiful he thought you were. And you really, really were.

The remainder of the walk was silent. Comfortable, but silent. Draco couldn’t figure out what he wanted to say to you. He loved the sound of your voice, and how into every conversation you got, but he couldn’t find a decent topic to strike up a chat about.

Walking into the common room, Draco glanced over and noticed Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe an Goyle huddled around the fire, all of them pointing at him.

“There you are!” Pansy screeched, sitting up abruptly, “You disappeared!”

Draco fought back a flush, noticing how both of you had stopped in your tracks and your body was close enough to his that he could smell your flowery perfume. It was probably his new favorite smell.

“What — oh, sorry,” he blurted out, ignoring how Pansy’s face broke out into a wide smirk, “I was helping Y/N carry her books back.”

“Yeah, my bag broke, Draco was being a dear,” you nudged him in the side with your elbow, grinning over at the group on the couch, “Don’t let me steal him from you for too long. Once I put these away, he’s all yours.”

“Doubt that,” Pansy mumbled under her breath. Draco shot her a glare, but luckily, you hadn’t heard. You were already walking up to your dormitory, humming a tune that Draco didn’t know. He followed hot on your tail, missing the knowing look that was shared between Blaise and Pansy.

“Just drop them on the bed,” you said once he had entered your room, “I’ll organize them later.”

“Sure thing,” he dropped the books down, glancing around the room. The beds surrounding yours were rather messy, but yours was as organized as could be. Your pillow was fluffed, sheets tucked in tightly, and even your nightstand had everything placed neatly.

“You taking a mental picture of my bedroom, Malfoy?” your voice snapped him out of his trance and he looked over at you, once again, not knowing what to say. You laughed, tossing your head back and poking him in the shoulder.

“Kidding. You should see your face,” your laughter was infectious, Draco found himself chuckling with you, “Now let’s head down.”

Still chuckling, he followed after you and back into the common room. As Draco approached the couch, sitting as far away from a smirking Pansy as he could, you leaned over to talk to him.

“I’ve gotta go meet a friend but I’ll see you around.”

Draco felt he shouldn’t be disappointed after spending a bit of time alone with you, but he was, “No worries.”

You were about to exit the room when Blaise called out, “Oi, gorgeous!”

You spun around on the spot, eyebrow raised and cheeks slightly pink. Draco bit his cheek, silencing himself from saying anything to Blaise.

“Yes?” you placed your hands on your hips.

“Just wanna say you look good,” Blaise shrugged, leaning back into his chair and glancing between Draco and you. Draco knew what he was up to, but he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning, so he continued to sit silently.

“Right,” you laughed, continuing to leave the room, “You’re gorgeous too, Zabini. Catch ya later.”

As your figure disappeared, Draco whipped his head around to stare Blaise down, “Stop coming onto her, it’s pathetic.”

“No,” Blaise raised a finger, “What’s pathetic is the fact that you’re still sitting here stewing in your own love for her and she’s off with no idea.”

Draco opened his mouth to retaliate, but realized that he was right. He knew Blaise didn’t fancy you that way, but hearing him flirt so openly still got his blood boiling. He hated the fact that he was too intimated by you to make a move. You were the only person who had ever caught his eye and he was too much of a coward to do something about it.

“You’re quiet because you know I’m right, right?” Blaise wiggled his eyebrows, “Right?”

“Shut up,” Draco snapped, turning to look out to the water outside the window, his face hard. He wasn’t angry at his friends, but at himself.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but of course Blaise was right.

— —

The sun was shining down brightly through the Great Hall windows, signalling the start of the next day. Breakfast was spread across the four House tables and students chatted happily. Draco sat quietly between Goyle and Pansy, who were both too preoccupied stuffing their faces to strike up conversation. Which Draco wasn’t complaining about, he wasn’t in a chatty mood.

The afternoon’s Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff had been on Draco’s mind for a while. He had always been slightly nervous before each match — not that he’d ever admit that to anyone, of course.

“Not gonna eat?” Blaise uttered through a mouthful of toast, motioning towards Draco’s empty plate.

Draco shook his head, “Nope.”

Though he was staring out of the large window, eyeing the pleasant weather and clear conditions, he caught sight of you from the corner of his eye.

Trying not to give away that he was staring, he quickly glanced at you before returning to where he was previously staring. Though already nervous, his heart did a little flip in his chest.

You were wearing an emerald green sweater that said ‘Slytherin Quidditch’ on the front, a sign you were bound to come to the game today. You usually did, but he wanted to be sure. Still out of the corner of his eye, he could see you take a seat further up the table with another girl, the two of you emerging into conversation right away.

Draco fought the urge to glance over again, deciding that he’d be too obvious with Blaise and Pansy gazing at him every few seconds.

“Nervous?” Pansy asked upon watching Draco’s leg bounce up and down.

“No,” he replied rather quickly, “Excited. I don’t get nevous.”

She seemed to question him, but didn’t pester him any further. Blaise, on the other hand, seemed to not want to drop the subject.

“So, should we make today’s game more interesting?” he placed his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands, wiggling his eyebrows.

Draco squinted at him, not sure what he was getting at, “Quidditch is always interesting.”

“Fair point,” Blaise shrugged, “But I have a proposition.”

“How so?”

Blaise leaned back, taking his elbows off the table and motioning his head in your direction, “Well, if we win, you ‘fess up.”

Draco’s eyes widened slightly and his breath faltered. Of course, Blaise was going to force him into telling you his feelings.

“That’s stupid,” Draco scoffed, trying not to think about what would happen if he did confess to you. You could end up liking him back and the two of you could go off and be happy together. Or, you could shut him down and ruin whatever friendship you two had. The latter seemed like too much of a risk.

“No, it’s not,” Blaise’s lips curled up into a smirk, “You’re gonna have to tell her at some point. Why not do it after you’ve won?”

Draco scowled, hating the fact that Blaise did indeed have a point. He glanced over at you, your face broken out into a smile and your hair falling loosely around your face. You looked radiant, and if he didn’t confess to you, he was sure someone else would snatch you up in a heartbeat. The mere thought of you with someone else was enough to send Draco’s heart into slight turmoil.

“Fine,” he stuck his hand out, ready to shake Blaise’s, “But then if we lose, you confess to Daphne.”

Blaise’s prideful expression faltered, “Caught me there. Alright, deal.”

“Deal.”

— —

Draco nearly forgot practice was starting early today, so as tumbled around his room getting ready for the match, he scolded himself for losing track of him.

Once his Quidditch equipment was on and he picked up his broom, he bolted towards the door and down the stairs.

“Woah, slow your roll there, cowboy,” your voice caught Draco off guard and he spun around on the spot, looking at where you were pressed up against the wall to avoid him crashing into you.

“Sorry,” he muttered, his chest feeling tingly as you beamed up at him.

“You forget there was a game or what?”

He shook his head, scanning you quickly. You were still wearing your Quidditch sweater but your hair was now tied back and out of your face and you had your House scarf tied neatly around your neck.

“Well,” you poked him in the chest where his number was situated, “Good luck out there, Draco. I’ll be cheering you on. Hope you win!”

And with that, you were up the stairs and out of view.

“Yeah, me too,” he mumbled quietly, shaking his head once he realized he was even later than before, and took off out of the common room and down to the Quidditch pitch.

When the game started, the sun was gone. The sky had become darker and a cool breeze swept though the pitch. Students huddled together in the stands, wrapped up under blankets and using each other’s sweaters for warmth.

As Draco flew around on his broom, keeping a watchful eye out of the Snitch, he glanced over to where you were sitting, his insides raging in nerves. You were huddled up next to Daphne Greengrass, the two of you wearing matching sweaters and watching the game intently, cheering every time Slytherin scored.

He also noticed how you’d glance up to him every now and then, sending him a smile or a thumbs up. It didn’t really help the anxious feeling in his chest, but it did give him a boost of confidence.

Almost too distracted by the thought of asking you out, he kept having to shake his head to clear his thoughts. It was driving him mad.

And that’s when he spotted it. A tiny golden flutter next to one of the Hufflepuff goal posts. Without missing a beat, Draco took off at full speed, not even bothering to check where the Hufflepuff Seeker was. He didn’t really care.

He got closer and closer and finally, felt the cool metallic feeling of the Snitch between his fingers. His heart did a summersault.

He raised his hand in the air, causing the entire Slytherin section to burst out into loud cheers. His eyes found you, standing up on your feet and clapping loudly. A burst of pride erupted in him, and with confidence, took off on his broom towards your section.

He hadn’t really thought this through, but as he approached where you were seated, he felt as if acting on impulse was going to be better for him anyways.

He stopped his flying, hopping off his broom and into the stands. His eyes were locked on yours, who were staring right back at him with both excitement and confusion. He started walking towards you, ignoring his teammates calling out to him and the stares he was getting from the fellow Slytherins surrounding the two of you.

Once he reached you, he sent you a shy smile, which you immediately returned. Your cheeks were dusted with pink, whether from the cold air or the proximity, he didn’t know.

“Nice catch,” you said quietly, motioning to his hand which was still holding onto the Snitch.

“Thanks,” he replied lamely and breathlessly, “I need to tell you something.”

You cocked an eyebrow af him and he took it as a sign to continue. He wasn’t sure how to say it apart from just being blunt and upfront.

“I like you. A lot.”

He watched your expression change from confusion, to shock, to happy. Your face broke into a massive grin and you stepped closer to him, almost making the space between you two non-existent.

“I know.”

Draco’s eyes widened, “You know?”

You giggled slightly, “Of course. You don’t hide it well.”

Embrassed, Draco began wishing he hadn’t done this in front of such a large crowd. He had confessed his feelings to you, and all you had said back was that you knew about them all along. Did this mean you felt the same? Did it mean you didn’t say anything about them because you didn’t want anything to happen between you two?

“I can see you overthinking,” you brought him back to reality, placing your arms around his neck, shivers rushing down his spine at the contact, “I like you too, you know.”

“Y-You do?” he failed to hide his shock, nearly dropping the Snitch as his hands instinctively wrapped around your waist.

You nodded, “Yep. You’re cute and all, found myself falling for you like a year ago.”

He couldn’t fight the grin that formed on his face at your words, relief spreading through him like a wave. He couldn’t even begin to express how much joy that had brought him, worried that telling you might make you realize how crazy he was about you.

“I have never been more relieved,” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours, loving the contact, “I was so worried you didn’t feel the same way.”

You chuckled, beginning to run your hands through his messy hair, “Well, tell the worry to go away because I do. Now, are you going to kiss me or what?”

He didn’t even hesitate, “Gladly.”

And leaning down, finally connected his lips to yours.

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dessiekarma · 5 years

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 2

Chapter Two: She Must Be A Cute Maid!

“Hey, don’t sit on the ladder! You’re supposed to be holding it” (Y/N) said holding tightly to the walls of the gym.

“My weight will keep it steady.” Furuhashi said squinting upwards watching like a hawk.

“Fine. Can you at least hand me the tape?” The young woman snapped her fingers to get him to pick up the pace.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Hara said walking up with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

“For the school festival they are going to be converting the gym into a haunted house. They asked (Y/N) if she could hang some decorations.” Furuhashi replied for (Y/N) who was busy getting her sign straight.

“Well, with the way you guys are, you could probably leave the sign up year round!” The girl said with a laugh.

Hara stepped back to slowly make out the sign.

“Abandon hope all ye who enter here? Oh ha ha.” Hara laughed sarcastically and scrutinized Furuhashi who was still staring up at (Y/N) intently. “What’s up with you?”

Not responding the blank eyed male simply shook his head and watched as another gust of wind blew through the air. His eyes narrowed as (Y/N) held down the back of her skirt.

“How hard is it to see up her skirt from this angle?” He mumbled more to himself than Hara.

Hara scoffed but couldn’t deny his eyes had wandered the second he noticed her up there. Her school uniform was too stiff to hope for any blow ups.

Both males were snapped out of it when (Y/N) turned around and sat on the top step of the ladder. Her legs were crossed tightly as she smirked down.

“I know you pervs have been trying to look up my skirt the whole time. Shows aren’t free you know?”

“Name your price I’ll write you a check.” Hara hollered up at her with a cocky look on his face.

“What if I don’t want money?” The young girl said uncrossing her legs but keeping them pressed together.

“What do you want?” Furuhashi asked with a smirk on his own face.

“Nothing you can give me.”

“Oh yeah try me.”

“Actually, only Hara can do it.” (Y/N) flashed him a knowing smile which instantly had the boy on the defensive.

“Hell no. You’ve been trying to convince me of this for a week and my answer is the same. HELL NO!!!”

“What? What does she want?”

“But you would make the cutest Undertaker! I even have the hair extensions your colour isn’t too far off!”

“I’m not wearing those long ass black nails and weird hat!”

“She just wants you to dress up?” Furuhashi asked confused.

“‘JUST’ wants? Would you put your dignity on the line and wear some stupid anime costume?”

“I’m so sexually frustrated by her at this point I would dress like Pikachu.”

“I’d like to believe I’m catching this out of context but if not, please keep your ‘furry’ tendencies to yourself.” Hanamiya said turning the corner with Yamazaki by his side. Taking notice of the sign (Y/N) had put up the captain smiled to himself. “Hey can we keep that after the stupid festival is over?”

Hearing this (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at Hara who returned the gesture. Getting to the bottom of the ladder she smoothed out her uniform and gave Hanamiya a big smile.

“Good morning Senpai!”

All boys halted their movements unsure if they’d heard properly.

“Since when do you call him Senpai?!” Yamazaki asked looking pretty red in the face.

“We’re all in the same grade even if he is older than you.” Furuhashi said glancing to Hara who was stifling a laugh.

“Plus he’s the shortest of all of us, hardly a senp-ugh” Hara was cut off from Hanamiya’s elbow making contact with his ribs.

“But he’s captain.” (Y/N) explained opening the door to walk into the gym. “I need to distinguish that som-”

A small gasp left her lips as her foot caught on the other and the young girl fell forward.

Yamazaki grimaced and tried to reach out a hand for her. Hanamiya rolled his eyes but stifled a laugh. And being the opportunists they were, Hara and Furuhashi quickly looked down and were almost satisfied to see her skirt had flipped completely up…almost.

“You were wearing shorts the whole time?!” Hara asked with a scoff.

“No that’s okay, I don’t need any goddamn help!” (Y/N) said tugging her skirt back down and standing up. Yamazaki was quick to her side examining her palms for cuts or potential bruises. “And of course I’m wearing shorts! You think I’m some naïve girl who doesn’t realize there are perverts like you around?”

Hara instantly recoiled at her snapping at him. Frowning, he all but shoved Yamazaki to get up in (Y/N)’s face.

“Me a pervert? You were gonna pimp yourself out to get me to cosplay!”

“I wasn’t going to follow through! I just figured you were as dumb as you look!”

“Don’t fight guys. I’m sure Mako hates hearing mommy and daddy fighting.” Hanamiya said sarcastically motioning to Seto who was sleeping with the robotic child on the other side of the gym.

“Say if you guys got divorced who gets to keep him?” Yamazaki asked teasingly.

“I would!” Both said quickly.

“What!? You didn’t even want to help take care of him!”

“Yeah well now that I’ve gotten to know you, no way would I leave him with your crazy ass!”

“You wouldn’t even know how to take care of a baby properly! You’ve never even kept him for a whole day, you wouldn’t know the first thing about being with him 24/7.”

“Bet I could.”

“Don’t do it.” Hanamiya whispered not subtly to Hara.

“Oh yeah? So we’re doing this?”

“Don’t.” The black-haired male warned again.

“I’ll keep him all week! No trade-offs, he stays with me the whole time!”

“Then deal!”

“Well I tried.” Hanamiya gave a resigning sigh.

“I can get him from you after the school festival, tomorrow.”

(Y/N) seemed to tense for a moment before coughing into her fist lightly.

“I’m actually not going to the festival.”

“What? Wait seriously?” Furuhashi asked looking suddenly interested in the change of conversation.

The whole team had made their ways into the gym by now and were waiting to hear an answer from (Y/N).

“Yeah it’s no big deal.”

“I thought your class was doing a cosplay café? That’s right up your alley.” Hara said sounding surprised.

“Here I thought you might even try to drag us along.” Hanamiya said neutrally though he was trying his hardest to read the girl.

“Haha yeah I’ve just been to a lot of these things. Tōō even had one not too long ago and I went with my ex. You’ve seen one you’ve seen em all. Besides I can cosplay any other time so all I’m really doing is helping put the costumes together.” (Y/N) shifted on her feet nervously before widening her eyes. “Which reminds me I promised I would help out this morning. Sorry senpai but I have to go! Hara just take Mako now okay?”

Before any of the guys could make further comments, she was running out the door.

“Wait you forgot your bag!” Seto called out for her but to no avail. None of the guys had even seen him sit up but watched as he slung his bag and hers over his shoulders. Walking up to Hara he placed the baby in his hands, who instantly started crying. “I’ll go give the bag to her.”

“NO wait I didn’t agree to take him yet! Bring Mako to her too!” Hara called out frantically but Seto ignored him all the way out the building.

Pulling a spare bottle from his backpack, Hara begrudgingly ‘fed’ the child getting it to quiet down.

“Ugh! Why does nothing ever work out for me? I was hoping she would try to drag us all along!” Yamazaki said crossing his arms in frustration.

“Why?” Furuhashi asked with a raised brow.

“Because I knew no matter how much she begged she would never get you guys to go! Then I could swoop in like ‘If it’s that important to you I guess I’ll go’ and she would be like ‘Yamazaki senpai do you really mean that?’” Yamazaki pitched his voice to sound higher causing the guys to cringe.

“If that’s the way (Y/N) sounds in your head then I’m surprised you still want her.” Hara said with a pop of his gum.

“Shut up! Besides I was hoping to see her in a cute cosplay!”

A sudden bolt of lightning went through the boy’s minds.

“She must be a maid!” All of them said in unison.

“What the fuck was that? I wasn’t the only one who thought that was weird right?” Hara asked shaking his head as if trying to get something out.

“Ignoring that possible supernatural occurrence, I still think we’re onto something here.” Hanamiya said wiggling his jaw to get over the shock as well. “There’s no way she’d miss something like this. It’s more likely that she just wanted us to think she wasn’t going.”

“Being a cute maid is the perfect cliché for an otaku like her!” Yamazaki said with a sudden epiphany.

“Well that makes sense to me. I guess I’ll be going to the festival.” Furuhashi said with a nod to himself.

“You guys are desperate.” Hara mumbled to himself, now burping the baby.

“We don’t all have hordes of concubines like you.” Hanamiya said scrolling through his own phone.

“Maybe you would if you didn’t say shit like ‘concubines’.” Hara quipped, once again receiving a big middle finger.

“Besides weren’t you just sexually harassing her a second ago?” Yamazaki questioned his lavender-haired friend.

“Honestly, some of you are one missed place touch away from a lawsuit.” Hanamiya made a slightly disgusted face at the horny antics of some of his teammates.

“Don’t blow things out of proportion, she knows I’m joking. Besides if she wants to do or show me things, I wouldn’t stop her but she’s nothing amazing.”

“I think she’s actually pretty interesting, even if we don’t really know much about her.” Furuhashi commented with a little thought. “Do you guys even know her family name?”

“No, why?” Hara asked with a questioning head shake.

“I’m just curious since she always has us call her buy her first name. It’s foreign isn’t it?”

“Yeah so? Some people think foreign names are cute or some shit. I’ve fucked like 12 Japanese girls with foreign names.”

“Do you think she’s half?” Yamazaki asked with a curious tone.

Hara rolled his eyes at his teammates obsessing over the girl. He figured their infatuation with her would wear off after she stopped being so new. But she’d already been with them for over a month and still nothing.

He was grateful that at least Hanamiya was still acting normal. Well…normal for him.

~~~~~

Furuhashi was too busy ignoring texts from his parents to realize his driver had already pulled up in front of him. It wasn’t until the older man stepped out of the car to open the door for him that he looked up.

“Sir, Ms. Furuhashi has requested I demand you stop ignoring her. She and your father have a dinner meeting they would like you to attend.”

“And these people happen to have a daughter my age correct?” The blank-faced male said with an almost non-existent role of his eyes.

“Well not exactly. She’s in middle school if I’m not mistaken.”

“Ugghh, neither mine nor her parents have a shred of human decency.”

“Shall we get going?” His driver asked with a look that said he clearly agreed even though he was paid to not have an opinion.

The brown-haired male almost nodded when he noticed a certain girl walking out of the corner of his eye. (Y/N) hoisted her backpack higher up on her shoulder before exiting the gate and walking in the direction of the train station.

Which was odd, to say the least. Students from Kirisaki Daiichi aren’t exactly the “take the train” type. And she had mentioned having a driver once before so why would she need to lie?

“You can head home. I think I’m going to take the train home.”

“The train, sir?”

“Yes, you can tell mother I ran off or something. I promise I’ll be at the estate before dinner.”

With that he took off after (Y/N), leaving the driver dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do. Being an athlete, it didn’t take him long to catch up to the girl who looked surprised to see him suddenly walking along beside her.

“Hey Furu, uhh what are you doing here?”

“Well I figured I’d take the train home with you.”

“Seriously? You taking the train? Why?”

“I guess I wanted to get to know you.”

(Y/N) sputtered a bit at his totally honest answer.

“Uhh oh, I guess that’s alright.”

Furuhashi couldn’t help but notice that she seemed a little uneasy. It concerned him, as she usually wasn’t this way. Quite the contrary, she was usually exuding confidence so to see her shelling up was a bit strange.

Still he made no comment as he followed her to the train station, he’d never been at before. Looking around, he was a bit overwhelmed by the amount of people there. Looking down he caught the team manager looking up at him with quirked brows.

“You’ve never taken the train before have you?”

“I have. We usually take it to games.”

“Okay, so which train will take you home?” (Y/N) asked with a slightly amused tone in her voice.

“Ummm…”

“Tell me your address and I’ll be sure you get home.”

Furuhashi felt a slight blush creep onto his cheeks from the idea of her escorting him home when it definitely was supposed to have been the other way around.

Before he knew it, he was sandwiched between her and some other high school guy all while trying not to panic from the sheer amount of people.

“You alright Furu?” (Y/N) asked looking up at him with big eyes.

He wished she wouldn’t do that. Stare up at her with such wide genuine eyes…it made him…want to hurt her. Some type of cute aggression or just his sadistic tendencies were surfacing hard.

But more than that, she really was an interesting anomaly. Her front was completely smushed into his, yet she seemed totally uninterested. Without sounding cocky, he had to admit he wasn’t used to that.

Most of the KiriDai girls wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for a chance with him. In fact, many all but threw themselves at him, something the rest of the team slightly resented. It wasn’t that he had a great personality or had model looks compared to the rest.

Rather he was just one of the better looking “definite heirs”. Many other sons from these families had brothers or cousins to go up against for their inheritance. But him, being both the oldest and only male child, it was always clear he’d get the bulk of wealth from his family.

Most of the girls he went to school with could sniff that out on him like sharks to chum. It got him a lot of attention that he learned to politely yet uninterestedly return. But (Y/N) never seemed to care one way or another.

It could be that she didn’t know. She was originally from Tōō, after all and didn’t seem to know much about anyone’s connections, even within the basketball club. And to be fair, none of them knew her lineage either.

“What’s your last name?” He found himself blurting out from the sudden thought. The girl looked surprised again but didn’t take long to mull it over.

“(L/N).”

“So, I was right, you are half.”

(Y/N) seemed almost a bit offended by the comment causing Furuhashi to add on to his comment.

“More and more people are these days. Seto is too.”

“Yeah I know.”

“You do? How? He doesn’t really like people to know.”

“Then kind of shitty of you to tell me huh?” (Y/N) replied in a clipped voice before shaking off the annoyed look on her face. “Sorry, you’ve been his friend longer than I have, it’s just a sensitive topic personally. But he mentioned it to me once.”

“When?”

“Umm I don’t know, sometime before practice I think.”

“Huh.” Furuhashi mulled over her averted eyes and answer, recalling a very similar response from said male not too long ago.

How much did those two talk when nobody else was around? Zaki probably wouldn’t be too happy to find out about that. Not that it would mean anything if they did talk. Seto isn’t the type to hit on anyone and he’s even less of the type to be hit on.

A sudden scream drew him from his thoughts as few others looked down the train to see a young girl swatting at the guy behind her. Flicking his eyes to (Y/N) he noticed the instant look of disgust across her face as the train stopped and the highschooler went bolting out.

Nobody else said anything and some hadn’t even looked up at the sound of distress. If she wasn’t uncomfortable before, now (Y/N) looked ten times more tense as she crossed her arms over her chest and stood a little further back from him.

He wanted to ask her what just happened but figured he would just stay quiet until they were off the train. The ride was long and awkwardly silent. Furuhashi had gotten into this situation in the first place because he wanted to find out more about her.

He couldn’t help but wonder if she would be a candidate for him. Maybe if he was the one to bring forth the suggestion to his family, he wouldn’t feel so powerless in this whole situation.

Not that it had anything to do with her in particular but this mystery girl so far seemed to be the one private aspect his family hadn’t picked up on yet, much like the rest of the basketball team they weren’t aware he was even on.

“Hey come on, we’re getting off here.”

Furuhashi snapped out of his thoughts and looked outside the doors of the train. He didn’t recognize the station but to be perfectly honest he really wouldn’t have a reason to. Yet even stepping out he didn’t have much clue where he was.

“What you think the train would just drop you off directly in front of your house? We got a little walking to do.”

He followed after the girl like a lost puppy, simply taking her directions and not speaking a word the entire time. Furuhashi found himself strangely content with the situation. Regardless of their lack of conversation he was learning more about her just by being with her.

For starters, he’d never heard the name (L/N) in regard to wealth but it could be a big deal overseas. Besides that, the tuition for Kirisaki Daiichi was ridiculously expensive and clearly she had a enough to make a last minute transfer in from Tōō.

“Why did you transfer?” These questions were just running out his mouth the moment they popped into his head at this point.

(Y/N), who had been furiously typing away on her phone broke concentration long enough to look up at him with a small grin.

“You’re very talkative when you’re not with the other guys.”

Dead eyes bore through her with no comment.

“Hmm well I guess originally I didn’t care where I went. Tōō had dorms and I thought that was pretty cool so I figured I’d head there. I guess you could say I started to have some problems with people and I started to look for a new school.”

Furuhashi nodded along as he listened to her story. From the sounds of it she must have been bullied or treated pretty badly to make her want to transfer.

“I was already narrowing my applications down but that’s when I met my boyfriend. He was doing some early basketball training and well regardless of the grade gap we really hit it off. He convinced me to stay, to do it for him. He told me ‘screw everyone, be where you’re happy’! And for a while that was with him but then I started thinking about my future and what my ultimate goal was. For that I needed connections and what better place than the school for the wealthy and powerful?”

“So, you do care about that sort of thing?”

“From a business stand point I have to at least consider it. In a personal sense I won’t pretend to be your friend or be romantically inclined to someone just because they have money or power. My ex didn’t have much, he wasn’t poor or anything but ya know it didn’t matter to me.”

“What about you?”

“Hmm?”

“What is your social status? What sort of work does your family do?”

“Nursing.”

Furuhashi waited for her to say more. Like they owned a hospital or some million dollar nursing company. Really anything but that was where she was ending the topic.

“Nursing is a difficult career and a very important one.”

“Yeah it really is.”

Once again the conversation dropped off and the young man couldn’t understand where he was going wrong with her. He’d been looking her up and down since he’d caught up to her back at school. Her body movement seemed closed off and every so often when he would try to move closer so that their bodies would touch in anyway she adjusted herself just a little further away.

“Why are you acting so differently from how you do at school?”

(Y/N) clearly shifted uncomfortably. Furuhashi stared at her chest that had stopped rising and falling, noticing she was holding her breath. He was snapped out of it by her arms crossing over her breasts and clearing her throat.

“I just…I know you were joking earlier. But when you followed me and you keep looking a-”

Though he was the one who asked the question, Furuhashi was completely tuned out as he squinted at the approaching car down the road. Instantly recognizing it, he mentally cursed before looking around and dragging (Y/N) into the closest alley he could.

With one hand over her mouth, he pinned her to the side of the building with his weight and pressed into her in hopes of hiding them both in the shadows. While he had been staring into her eyes, he cast a glance to the side to see if the familiar car had already passed.

“Shit!” He yelped out, pulling his wounded hand away from (Y/N)’s mouth. Though she was clearly shaken, the girl was in a fighting stance as she eyed her teammate up and down.

“I know I talk about being an anime protagonist but I’m not okay with the sexual assault tropes.”

“What? No, I would never do that.”

“I don’t mind you joking about it with Hara or playing around. But you’ve been staring at me since you followed me on the train. And right now, what the hell was that exactly?”

“Just relax, I’m not trying to hurt you. I followed you because I want to get to know you, I don’t really get a chance to talk to you during the day. The staring…no good excuse for that, I need to work on it. And I only pulled you in here because my mom has my driver out looking for me.”

“What why?”

“I was supposed to accompany my parents to some business dinner, but I wanted to be with you instead. And I needed to hide you because I don’t want them finding out about you and ruining anything. They don’t know you exist so for now you’re something that’s only mine.”

He could clearly still see an uncomfortable look on the girl’s face and continued to elaborate.

“My parents control every aspect of my life. They tell me what I should wear, what classes to take, and which people I should be friends with. Basketball and you are something they can’t touch.”

“Your parents don’t know you’re in basketball?” (Y/N) said completely dropping her fighting aura in exchange for a saddened one.

“No, they would either find it to be a waste of time or push me so hard to be the best that I wouldn’t even enjoy it anymore. I’m actually sorry I’ve been so weird today.”

“I’ve just learned, the hard way, that anyone can hurt you. They can be friends like you and me or strangers like that guy groping the girl on the train.”

So that was what happened. Furuhashi mused silently in his mind over what she said.

“You’d consider us friends?”

“I consider all the guys on the team to be my friend. Whether or not they return the sentiment is irrelevant. And umm I’m sorry I bit you.”

The brown-haired male looked down at his palm and chuckled at the red teeth indentions.

“Haha at least you know now that I don’t take shit lying down!” (Y/N) said laughing into her own palm. “That must have been a different experience for you. Most girls at KiriDai would have been all over that situation. Being the only male heir to your family’s multimillion-dollar company must mean that I’m the first girl to have turned down a proposition that hard for you.”

He blinked several times, wondering if he had actually been saying absolutely everything he thought about, on the train, aloud.

“Don’t look so surprised. I told you I came here to make connections, of course I’d know the big names and their kids. But uhh don’t worry about me only being friends with you for your money or anything like that.”

“Oh no, I’m sure if you wanted that you wouldn’t have sunk your teeth so deeply into my flesh.”

“True. Come on, your place is just five minutes away. I’m really late and the person waiting on me is probably gonna be pissed.” (Y/N) said taking his uninjured hand and pulling him along. “And now that we’ve discussed it, I give you my consent.”

“Consent?”

“To flirt! It’s pretty fun playing around with you! If I ever get uncomfortable, I’ll let you know! And you do the same, kay? Plus, if you ever go too far, well you’ve seen a fraction of what I’m willing to do!”

Furuhashi looked at the girl’s strangely innocent smile and clenched his fist, feeling the throbbing in his palm. He gave her a small smile back before nodding.

“You really are pretty tough. No wonder you’re fitting right into the team so well.”

~~~~~

“You look like complete shit.” Furuhashi remarked with what could almost be described as a look of concern. “And I thought you weren’t coming today.”

“I fucking quit, man! I’m taking the L on this one and giving her back this hell spawn.” Hara said, practically shaking while he rocked the sleeping doll hoping the loud noise of the cultural festival wouldn’t wake him.

“This little shit cried all night and the baby was making a fuss too.” Hanamiya said coming up behind Hara, looking almost as tired.

“Did you help him?” Yamazaki asked with a surprised look in his eye.

“Not like I had a choice. He calls me at 10pm, crying like a little bitch that he cant get Mako to sleep and says he needs to come over. I said fuck that and I’d meet him at the school then head to his place.”

“He barely stopped crying this morning!” Hara said looking pretty demented from what had to have been a long night. “Let’s just find (Y/N), gawk at her in the Meid outfit and give this thing back.”

“Did we ever let Seto know about our plan?” Furuhashi asked finally noticing their missing teammate.

“I don’t think he came to school today, I didn’t see him in class.” Hanamiya commented looking more and more frustrated by the amount of people at the festival.

“Well his loss! Let’s go find her class’s cosplay café!” Yamazaki said with a determined voice, trotting forward.

The guys followed behind him while Furuhashi mused something over in his mind. He’d already figured what he was thinking but was willing to let Yamazaki have his fun.

“Ahh he’s crying again! Where the hell is Seto when I need him? He’s great with Mako!” Hara’s voice pierced the crowd as the robotic child he was holding began whimpering.

“What seriously, you’re gonna let another man be the father to your son?” Hanamiya asked sarcastically.

“Fuck all that! He can have my son and my bitchy baby mama too!”

“I’ll take them!”

“Geez Zaki hop off her dick already.” Hara said with an eyeroll. Before he could do anymore to soothe the baby, the orange haired male was scooping him up from his hands and trying to comfort him.

It was no surprise that Mako only began to scream louder as the energetic male wasn’t even holding him properly. Quickly regretting the decision, he shoved the baby into Hanamiya’s arms who looked so done at this point everyone was sure he would drop him like nothing.

Taking quick action Furuhashi grabbed the mechanic infant and flipped it on its stomach. A few fidgets later and the baby was no longer making a peep.

“What did you do?!” Hara asked excitedly now that his ‘child’ was quiet as a mouse.

“I just moved some wires around to shut off the audio. He shouldn’t make any more noise now.”

“Hah that bitch can suck it! Winning this bet will be so easy now! I know your whole family works with tech, I don’t know why I didn’t ask you before!”

“Isn’t that cheating?” Yamazaki asked condescendingly.

“Seriously? This team was created off the idea of cheating!”

“Ain’t cheating if the ref doesn’t catch it. Now are we gonna go find (Y/N) or what?” Hanamiya asked impatiently. Unlike Yamazaki, he didn’t find himself lusting after the idea of her in a skimpy cosplay but more so saw this as the perfect blackmail opportunity.

~~~~~

“What do you mean she’s not here?” Yamazaki practically shouted, clearly scaring a girl in an attack on titan cosplay.

“You’re talking about that gaijin from Tōō right? Yeah she helped us put all the costumes together but she never signed up to actually wait tables. She doesn’t really talk to anyone, so I don’t think any of us know where she is.”

“Goddammit! So then it was actually true? She really just didn’t want to come to the festival?” Yamazaki cried out turning to his teammates in disbelief.

“Huh I was pretty sure she was hiding something.” Hanamiya contemplated with a little shrug.

“I don’t think it’s her who wanted to hide.” Furuhashi spoke up finally ready to voice his theory.

“Whatdaya mean?” Yamazaki asked perking up slightly.

“Don’t she and Seto have a strange closeness despite them rarely talking during practice?”

“What would make you think that?”

“Seto knew before all of us about her singing, they always seem to be alone together before practice starts, he took off after her yesterday and never came back, plus both of them were gone today. On top of all that she knew some personal facts about Seto and I’m pretty sure she was planning on meeting him before I decided to take the train with her.”

“You took the train with her!? No way, did you walk her home?! And are you trying to say that (Y/N) and Seto are dating?!” Yamazaki asked looking totally betrayed.

“She walked me home. And I’m not saying they’re dating, I have a different idea. Do you remember that one time we got to practice a little early? What did we catch Seto doing?”

“Playing his weird little guitar thingy.” Yamazaki said with a blank face, nothing quite clicking yet.

“Hell yeah I’m gonna get my blackmail after all, just on a different person.” Hanamiya said with a grin before making his way out the room.

~~~~~

“Why the hell can’t we sit down, instead of hiding back here like creeps?” Hara complained not even attempting to try and see the stage from where they were standing.

“Because if Seto sees us before he goes up there then he won’t do it.” Hanamiya said looking over the open mic roster once more. (Y/N) and Seto should be up after this group dance was over.

“Wahhhh no fair no fair no fair! Why did (Y/N) ask Seto to perform with her?” Yamazaki said with a very unhappy pout.

“I know I’m clearly the most musically talented member on the team.” Hara interjected throwing his hand up in a ‘wtf’ motion.

“You wouldn’t have agreed to it!”

“This attention whore? Yeah he would have.” Hanamiya snorted. “Oh shit there they are! Come on, now we can go sit close while he’s distracted.”

The team moved quickly and quietly through the rows of chairs and tried to sit as close as they could without being noticed. They watched as (Y/N) adjusted her microphone and pulled her bar stool closer to Seto, who was tuning his ukulele.

The guys noticed that Seto must have been nervous as he never took his eyes off either his instrument, the floor, or (Y/N).

“I can’t believe he’s actually gonna do it.” Hara whispered as (Y/N) gave a nod to Seto who began strumming a beachy tune.

The girl seemed to really feel the music before turning to look at Seto deeply and began singing.

Driving to Hawaii, Surfing down the street.

Dreaming of these places I may never see.

Regardless of the prior warning, the team was gob smacked to hear how good she actually sounded. Hanamiya never handed out compliments and it wasn’t gonna start today but she was undoubtedly damn good.

Baby, if we get there things will be much easier and life won’t be nothing anymore.

Oh babe when we’re together there’s always such nice weather.

Yes we don’t need these places anyway.

Seto, gaining just a bit of courage, attempted to look up at the audience. He was surprised as a small hand was placed on his cheek turning him to face the singing girl instead.

The crowd went wild at the affectionate display, but three heads in particular snapped to Yamazaki to gauge his reaction. Surprisingly, it was pretty neutral as he continued to listen to the music.

We’ll strum out and be picking our guitars

We’ll drink all day and sing under the stars

How magically simple our life could be.

In fact, Hara almost looked more unhappy as he crossed his arms.

“Ehh I guess Seto is pretty good at the ukulele, but I can play the guitar much better so-”

Driving to Tahiti, let’s take off your bikini.

Jump in something warmer, fall asleep together.

“But you can’t sing like that.” Furuhashi retorted with an even blanker stare than usual.

None of the team knew Seto could sing, let alone sing this well. The tan male put all his efforts in singing as he passed his ukulele to (Y/N) who continued the melody.

“Holy shit, he’s good like actually good.” Hanamiya snickered to himself as he recorded his teammate, who still seemed oblivious to their presence.

“Not surprising, considering his parents and genetics.” Furuhashi retorted, still looking pretty impressed.

Baby when its all done we can grow our hair long.

And life won’t be nothing anymore.

Seto was looking at his partner as if he’d been the one to write the song and she was the one he wrote it for. The boys noticed Zaki bristle as Seto took a lock of (Y/N)’s hair and tucked it behind her ear.

Well babe when we’re together, there’s always such nice weather

Guess we don’t need these places anyway.

Driving to Hawaii, Surfing down the street

The two finished off the song singing in harmony before taking a few final strums and ending it. The applause for the two was heavy, almost verging on annoyingly so.

And that’s when tired eyes met with his team, a soft curse fell from his lips as the guys smirked at him. (Y/N) gave a disapproving pout before ushering Seto off the stage and to them.

“How cute, a little duet between lovers,” Hanamiya mocked pulling his phone away from Seto who tried to take a swipe at it.

“We were just singing together, as friends. I assumed you’d figure it all out eventually, actually I’m surprised it took you this long.”

The dark-haired male’s smirk slipped down a bit. He hadn’t figured it out at all, Furu had. He didn’t like that fact but also understood it. Furuhashi had been on a mission to find out more about (Y/N).

Hanamiya on the other hand…he wanted to know as little about her as possible and vice versa.

“I’ve told you in the past that I play a ton of different instruments, why didn’t you ask me to perform with you?” Hara asked, his ego clearly having taken a huge hit.

“Well I didn’t think you’d agree. You practically hate me, so I figured there was no way you’d do this for me.”

“Stop blowing things out of proportion, I don’t hate you. I want to get my music out there and your voice would have been perfect for the original songs I write. So next time ask!”

“On that note, how did (Y/N) convince you, of all people, to do this?” Furuhashi asked his teammate who had yet to stop casting glances off at the girl.

“She just asked.” Seto replied with a shrug.

“Yeah if I realized he was gonna say yes so quickly I wouldn’t have started off begging him so hard. I heard him playing that ukulele before practice and oh my god! Then his voice!? Literal angel bells, if he wanted to he could be famous with a set of pipes like that.”

The whole team saw it right there, one red-head in particular taking immediate notice. The way Seto finally looked away from her and a slight blotch of colour burned on his face, maybe it should have been obvious why he said yes.

“Ms. (L/N)! Mr. Hara!” The whole team looked up to see the health teacher marching up to the group with a purpose. Spotting the mechanic infant in Hara’s hands, their scolding face quickly slipped into one of understanding. “Ahh I see! The monitors were showing this infant had been crying for nearly an hour straight with no comforting attempts. But seeing as its silent, it could possibly an internal bug! Both of you come with me so we can get this fixed up.”

“Hopefully we can get it fixed, Mako was supposed to stay with daddy this weekend.” (Y/N) directed a knowing smile at Hara, who threw his head back and followed along begrudgingly.

The rest of the guys stood around watching the trio head off into the school.

“Ehh it was a good show. (Y/N) sang like a pro but I didn’t get the song. You can’t drive to Hawaii.” Yamazaki said, finally speaking up since the performance.

“Well yeah, that’s the point of the song. It’s about dreaming of the impossible.”

“Kind of like you dreaming you have a chance with (Y/N)?”

All the guys sort of froze at the cold tone in Yamazaki’s voice. Seto put on a convincingly confused face.

“We all saw the way you were looking at her. Just know that I do like her and I wont give her up without a fight.”

“Zaki, I think you’re taking this too seriously. (Y/N)’s cute, I admit that but that’s why… Look, you know I would never go for a girl like her, it just wouldn’t work out. Guys like me don’t date girls like her.”

“That’s what you say now! But I will get her first!”

“I don’t think either of you have a chance getting (Y/N)’s attention.” Hanamiya scoffed at the situation.

“Oh and like you would?” Yamazaki shot back with a furrowed brow.

“Umm yeah. She’s clearly still stuck on her ex. Aesthetically speaking, I look most similar. Evidentially she likes manipulative assholes and umm…” Hanamiya gestured to himself. “IF I wanted her, I could have her.”

“I didn’t lose the fucking bet!”

Four heads snapped up to see Hara and (Y/N) making their way back without Mako.

“Having someone shut off the audio for our baby is cheating and proves that you couldn’t even take care of him for 24 hours let alone the week. You’re lucky the teacher is sending him out to be fixed and if they find evidence of tampering, I’m throwing you under the bus!”

“Fine so you win and when we get Mako back you can take him.”

“Hell no, we said a week and that means regardless of this technicality you still get to keep our son for some daddy-baby bonding.”

“Whatever and stop referring to me as ‘daddy’ unless you’re gonna say it with a sexy voice.”

The two were finally right in front of the rest of the team and quickly took notice of the weird tenseness.

“Uhh what’d we miss?” Hara asked popping his gum rapidly.

“Hey, you were saying the other day that you needed help with chemistry, right?” Hanamiya suddenly asked (Y/N) off topic.

“Umm yeah. My grade is decent but not where I want it to be.” (Y/N) said cautiously, as if waiting for some mean sarcastic remark from her captain.

“On Sunday, lets meet up somewhere and study.”

“Really?! Okay! Here let me give you my number!” (Y/N) said quickly and enthusiastically as she typed her number into his phone.

All the guys gave Hanamiya a certain look he was all too familiar with, but the male simply shrugged his shoulder with a small smirk.

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It was a warm and sunny day as Benkai’l and Ileyra madetheir way through the streets of the newest town on their travels. There was alight breeze in the air. Children laughed and played while adults supervised orwent about their work. It seemed like a nice place. True they were stillgetting looks but it was more curiosity than disgust or contempt. The townsfolkappeared to be more welcoming than a lot of villages they’d been to.

That likely explained why there was a circus allowed toset up on the outskirts.

Everyone seemed to be talking about it with excitement,all the townsfolk wanting to go see it at some point. The buzz had perked upthe adventurer’s ears. Perhaps they should look into it too.

The two were heading towards the market for some suppliesbefore heading to the inn, when a shape ran out of an alley and crashed intoBen, sending the wolf-kin tumbling to the ground with a grunt.

“Ben!” their sibling exclaimed, quickly bending down tocheck on them. The werewolf shook their head to get rid of the dazed feeling,then waved their hand to let her know they were okay. They accepted her help insitting up before growling as they looked over at the culprit, the soundquickly dying as they laid eyes on them.

It was a gnoll. Not a common species to see in well offtowns like this. It was on the small side for a gnoll, clothed in only beigeshorts. Brown fur was marred with as many scars and burns as Ben themself had.This one had been through a lot.

The gnoll started to stand from where it fell, using anearby barrel to help but still having great difficulty. It seemed to belimping heavily, unable to put much weight if any on the left foot and leg.When it turned Ben could see that its face was just as scarred as the rest ofit, something they were lucky to have avoided. Its right eye was like an inkyblack pool, while the left a milky white - obviously completely blind. The scarrunning through it was likely the cause. A scar joined by three others, clearlyfrom a set of claws that had also mangled that side of its mouth - gums andteeth showing where lip should have been. A mohawk of bright red hair ran downthe centre of its head and down part of its back.

“Bryn sorry,” the gnoll said in a raspy and slow butchildlike voice, “Bryn very sorry. Bryn didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Ben said, pack instincts alreadykicking in with the need to protect and comfort a pup. “No harm done.”

They spotted a large stick like object next to them inthe dirt. It was decorated with flowers and ribbons and other accessories,which made them think it must belong to the gnoll. They grabbed it and got up,feeling Iley’s hands at their back as she helped, before holding the woodenpole out to the gnoll. Its face seemed to light up and it panted happily as itreached out for the stick.

Just as they were letting go, a fairly large grey wolfcame out of the alley and around the gnoll before standing in front of it,barking and growling at Ben with its ears pressed back.

‘Back off! Don’t hurt him!’

Ben took a step back automatically before blinking andfrowning. They growled themself, ending in a loud huff.

‘I didn’t hurt him.’

The wolf stopped growling and tilted his head inconfusion, not used to anyone that looked human talking back in the samelanguage. A second later a feminine voice came from down the alley.

“Rascal!” A female elf came running down the alley, shortbrown hair bouncing as she moved. She came to a stop beside the wolf and kneltdown, grasping the bandana around his neck and pulling him back. Rascal wasalready in a better mood, tongue hanging out as he looked up at his ‘owner’with a big grin, and didn’t fight. The elf looked up at the strangers. “Sorryabout him. He’s very protective.”

“No problem,” Ben said with a lopsided smile.

“We have a lot of experience with overprotective wolves,”Iley said, grinning playfully as the wolf-kin turned and glared at her. The elffrowned at the statement but didn’t question it, instead standing - revealingshe was actually slightly taller than Ben - and turning to the gnoll. “Bryn,you know better than to run off ahead.”

“Bryn knows,” the gnoll said sadly, moving the stick tounder his left arm, armpit resting in a v shape at the top of the thing whichallowed him to lean on it and take weight off his lame leg - which made theother pair realise it was in fact a crutch. The elf sighed.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing the dirt on his furand brushing some off. He nodded.

“Bryn okay. Bryn bumped into...” He lifted his pawtowards the wolf-kin and half-elf before he frowned, tilting his head as he lookedat them befuddled. Iley’s eyes widened as she realised the gnoll didn’t knowtheir names.

“I’m Iley,” she said.

“Ben,” said her sibling, catching on quickly. Bryn smiledwidely.

“Bryn bumped into Ben. Was Bryn’s fault.”

“He already apologised though. Like I said, no harmdone.” The elf smiled.

“Well it’s nice to meet you two. I’m Flit.” She gestureddown to the wolf. “This is Rascal, and you know Bryn.” Bryn waved, nubby tailwagging. Ben’s own tail wagged in response.

“Likewise,” the werewolf responded.

“So,” Flit said, hands going into her trouser pockets.“What brings you two to this town?”

“Just travelling,” Iley said. “Passing through. Whatabout you guys?”

“We’re with the circus,” the elf said, Bryn noddingeagerly beside her.

“You’re with the circus?” the werewolf asked, tailwagging faster. The gnoll giggled.

“Yes! Ben and Iley should come!” He turned to the elf.“Can Ben and Iley come? Bryn did hurt Ben. Only fair.” Flit smiled softly athim.

“Sure Chuckles. If they want to.” She turned to the pair.“What do you guys say? Want to see how the circus works?”

“Absolutely!” Iley said, Ben nodding and whining inagreement. Bryn started to laugh in a strange yet endearing way, Flit joiningin.

“Well then follow us. Come on Rascal.”

The trio set off back down the alley, the other pairfollowing behind them.

***

Ben and Iley were in awe as they entered the circus camp.All the tents were colourful, as were the people milling about. Bryn was hobblingexcitedly and talking all the while as he and Flit lead the way.

“That Mrs Avo. Mrs Avo knows magic, Mrs Avo does tricksin circus and protects camp. That Miss Glass. Miss Glass cooks for circus. MissGlass cooks yummy food. That Jack. Jack is strong man in show. Jack! Jack! LiftBryn.”

The large orc grinned, tusks glinting in the earlyafternoon sun as the gnoll limped quickly over to him. He crossed the remainingdistance in a two big steps before stooping and scooping Bryn up, grasping himby his furry waist and lifting him above his head. The gnoll squirmed andlaughed loudly, like a little kid having the time of his life, but Jack wasn’tphased and held him surely. After a moment he put Bryn back down, ruffling hisred hair before turning towards the approaching Flit and her tag alongs.

“Was’this then Flit?” he said in a gruff but jovialvoice. “You bringin’ us visitors.”

“Be nice Jack,” the elf said with a smile.

“Always am Trueshot,” the orc replied, puffing out hischest. He gave the new duo a toothy smile and a two fingered salute ingreeting. “Nice ta meet ya. Why don’t ya come join us. Miss Glass was justfinishing up lunch.”

Bryn barked happily before he set off towards thecampfire slash kitchen area with a series of soft whoops. Flit shook her headfondly before gesturing a hand. Ben and Iley smiled and followed the orc as hetrailed after the gnoll.

The ‘common’ area was lovely. There was a campfire goinginside a ring of large rocks, a pot of something bubbling over it, with logsthat had been whittled into long seats surrounding it. A small yellow tent wasset up just off the side of it with tables inside. On one there was plates andcutlery, on another there was sharp knives and other such preparation utensils,and on the rest were boxes of ingredients. A white tiger tabaxi in pale yellowrobes walked out of the tent with a small cup of something, taking it over tothe pot and adding it before stirring it. She smiled and chuckled as Brynhobbled over and rested his head on her shoulder, grinning into the pot andwriggling excitedly against her back. She leaned back and purred, booping hishead with hers. He took the nudge and scurried over to sit on one of the logsnext to Jack. The tabaxi smiled before looking over at the newcomers.

“Hello there. Welcome to our circus.”

“Thank you,” Iley said, Ben nodding beside her as theirtail wagged. “Whatever your cooking smells lovely.”

“Why thank you,” Miss Glass responded with a toothy grin.She gestured to the logs. “Please, take a seat.”

The teens nodded and settled themselves on one of theother logs. Flit sat at the end of the other one, near Bryn, while Rascal cameover and lay down at his master’s feet. Miss Glass soon started to pour thecontents of the pot into bowls and pass them around. It looked to be some kindof soup and did indeed smell delicious. It also tasted just as good. Both Benand Iley were quick to accept the bowls and start to spoon some into theirmouths. As the warm and absolutely delectable liquid hit their tongues theycouldn’t help but hum and eat greedily. It had been a few days since they’d hada proper meal after all. Soon the two were finished, Ben even tipping the bowl intotheir mouth and slurping up the last of the contents. Iley sighed as she placedthe bowl in her lap, looking over at the tabaxi who was slowly stirring thesoup again.

“Thank you so much Miss Glass,” the small brunette said,stomach sated. “That really was lovely.” Ben gave a gruff whine and boof ofagreement. Bryn giggled, his soup dripping down his muzzle as he was lapping itup from the bowl rather than with the spoon, which was held in a meaty pawedfist.

“Told Ben and Iley. Miss Glass make yummy food.”

“That you did buddy,” Ben said with a grin, tailwagging.

“I hope y’all will be sticking around for the showtonight!” Jack said, dropping his spoon in his empty bowl.

“If you’ll have us,” Iley said with a grin.

“We’d be happy to help set up in exchange,” the wolf-kinadded.

“You don’t have to,” Flit said as she gave Miss Glass thebowl back and grabbed a cloth from a rack. She went over to Bryn and started togently wipe his mouth, the gnoll squirming and giggling in that high pitchedwhooping way. “But if you don’t have anything better to do then you’re morethan welcome to stick around.”

“Honestly,” Iley said as she let Jack take her bowl, Bendoing the same, “we were only planning to shop and rest while here. But we’dmuch rather help you out here.” Flit looked as though she might try to arguebut Bryn beat her to it.

“Ben help Bryn!” he shouted excitedly, “Bryn show Bentent!” The wolf-kin grinned, ears straightening with delight.

“I think Mr. Bryn has spoken.”

***

For the rest of the day the kids helped out around thecircus. Ben used their werewolf strength, something that greatly pleased andimpressed both Bryn and Jack, to set up some of the larger set pieces andlugging around the heavier objects. Iley helped set up the lights with Mrs Avo,both using magic to create balls of light inside glass jars that hung alongropes, and Flit with props.

When night drew in, patrons to the circus started to filethrough the ticket booth and into the big top. Ben and Iley were already set upin, according to Bryn, the best seats in the house. Both were excited. It hadbeen a long time since they’d done anything like this in their downtime.

The show was amazing. Magic acts, acrobatics,contortionists, clowns - so much variety. Jack did his strong man act whichincluded juggling large weights. Flit did an act with Rascal that involved thewolf doing tricks and the elf incorporating her bow. Ben and Iley wereenthralled the entire time and gave the circus a standing ovation.

Once the show was over, and all the other customers hadleft, Ben and Iley told the performers just how much they had enjoyed the show.Flit had smiled, a very slight blush colouring her cheeks.

“Thank you very much.”

“How long are you all here for?” Iley asked.

“A week,” the elf replied. “You can keep hanging out hereif you like. Bryn has really enjoyed your company.”

“If it isn’t too much trouble,” Ben said, but Flit wasquick to interject.

“I wouldn’t have offered if it was.”

The half-elf and wolf-kin looked at each other with bigsmiles. This was definitely turning out to be their best ‘vacation’ to date.

***

Over the course of the week Ben and Iley continued tohelp the circus and share meals with them, only going back to the inn to sleep.For the last few performances the two even got to join in on the acts. Thewolf-kin shifted to their natural wolf form and teamed up with Rascal and Flit,while the mage was paired up with Mrs Avo to do magic with her. The public wentwild and the kids got a big thrill about performing in this way. It was muchbetter than any other way they’d been made to before.

***

However the week soon came to an end. Ben and Ileycouldn’t help the circus break down their things, having to take care of anumber of things before they headed off on their own path, but they did makesure to stop by before the crew left. They wanted to say goodbye.

Bryn hobbled over to the pair, ears folded and mouthdownturned, his seeing eye filled with sadness.

“Do Ben and Iley have to go? Ben and Iley could stay withcircus.”

The teens looked at each other. They knew the circus washeading East. And East was not the direction they wanted to go in.

“Sorry buddy,” Ben said, voice just as sad, “We have ourown adventures we need to go on.” Iley nodded.

“Ben’s right Bryn.” The gnoll whined and leaned on hiscrutch heartbroken. Ben licked their lips and crouched down in front of him,reaching into their pocket.

“Hey buddy, we have something for you though.” Brynlooked up, eyes widening as the wolf-kin pulled something out. It was a smallflower attached to a chain. The petals were a gold and silver metal, curvedaround and sanded so all edges were blunt. In the middle of it was a clear andperfectly polished spherical gem, a droplet of red and blue inside it. “We knowyou like flowers so I made you this little trinket. Iley then put some magic init. If you keep it then we’ll always be with you. And if you want to find us,or know where we are, Mrs Avo can use it to scry for us and send us a message.That way we can come visit.”

Ben reached up and tied the little flower to Bryn’scrutch, the metal hanging in amongst the real ones. The gnoll stared at itenthralled for a long moment before he surged forward and hugged the wolf-kintight. The werewolf hugged back, burying their nose into his fur. He smelt of abonfire, flowers and sweets. After a long moment Ben leaned back and pressedtheir forehead to his. Bryn seemed to relax a bit and gave a happy hum. It feltnice.

The werewolf finally pulled away and patted the goll onthe shoulder. They moved aside so Iley could hug Bryn too, shifting their focusto Flit. She held out a hand and Ben took it, giving it a shake. The elf smiledsoftly at them.

“Thank you.” The wolf-kin grinned.

“Oh, we didn’t forget about you.” At her frown Benreached into their quiver and pulled out five arrows. The shafts were made of ash,the heads dragon bone, and the fletching was half red and half blue. “I madethe arros, Iley did the fletching.”

Flit seemed awed, carefully taking the arrows. She staredat them reverently before hugging Ben as well. They stiffened at first before returningthe gesture. When she pulled back they quickly pressed their forehead againsthers for a second, before pulling away. Flit gave a gentle smile. She knew whatthat meant. She and Bryn were now pack.

The elf gave Iley a quick hug too before ushering Brynonto their cart. Rascal gave a bark, one which Ben returned. The lead wagonkicked their horses into motion and the circus began to head out. The duo wavedat Bryn until the convoy was out of sight.

Once they were gone Ben swiped at their cheeks. Ileyopened her mouth to tease them but the wolf-kin playfully shoved her and gave asoft growl. Iley laughed and gestured towards the road. They had to getgoing.

As they had said, they had their own adventures to go on.

#//bryn is babey.#scruffy werewolf (self)#tiny mage (ileyra)#flower yeen (bryn)#circus ranger (flit)#swords and shield (main canon)#scattered papers everywhere (drabble)#myths and legend (headcanon)#bloodsorceress #sniffing around (ask)

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diinofayce · 6 years

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Compound Interest - 2

READER REQUEST

@nowayitzaarya asked “Can u do a fanfic with Bucky and Reader meeting at the Tower and they start to hate each other but gradually fall in love? And Bucky proceeds to ask reader to go on a motorcycle ride with him in the city with lots of lights?” So I’m going to do this in two (maybe three) parts because I think that’s how much my brain needs for this.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader | Word Count: 2,155| Warnings: Languages (it’s a given in my fics), fighting |

“Good, Y/N! Watch your left ribs, you’re leaving them open, drop your elbow,” Steve coached from the sidelines as you sparred with Bucky. Natasha circled the perimeter of the boxing ring with an eagle eyed gaze as you and Bucky traded blows; watching for any slip in your footing or guard. She’d make a small body signal that Steve would pick up on and he’d relay the coaching. Steve was better than Natasha at positive affirmation, so it wasn’t uncommon to see the two of them running training together.

You puffed out a breath of air to try and remove the lock of hair that had fallen in front of your face, but it was sticking to the sweat on your forehead. You could feel Bucky’s pale eyes studying you, raking your form and taking in every movement you made to try and find a gap in your defenses or a sense of if you were gearing to attack. You tried not to think about what image he was seeing when he looked at you, drenched in sweat and your skin red from exertion. You figured you probably looked like a drowning cat. Which was intensely frustrating because Bucky was barely sweating and his hair was still neatly tied in it’s knot. Swiping the back of your hand quickly over your forehead to rid yourself of the hair that was impairing your vision you took a cross step to the left in effort to move your weaker side away from Bucky. You furrowed your brow as he smirked knowingly at you and shifted his body weight from his left foot to his right.

Bucky pushed off the mat and lunged at you, vibranium arm pulled back ready to strike. You threw your arms up, crossing your forearms in front of your face and focused quickly on cramming all of your molecules together to make you as dense as his arm. When his vibranium fist came down at the middle of the cross of your arms a resounding sound of impact bounced of the walls of the gym. You could feel the strong vibration from the impact rock through you and you dropped to your knees as his flesh hand landed on your shoulder in effort to keep himself standing, his face shadowed in pain.

“Jesus,” Bucky moaned, pushing himself off of you and tenderly rolling his left shoulder. “Fuck, I could feel that in my teeth.” Bucky ran his tongue along his front teeth in effort to sooth the nerves in his gums that were upset by the transference of energy.

“Well, what the fuck were you thinking coming at my head with that thing?” You snap angrily, standing slowly on shaking knees. You shook your arms out, a burgundy bruise already blooming on your forearms.

“I was thinking you’d dodge out of the way,” Bucky snapped back jumping out of the boxing ring to saunter over to the bench and grab a bottle of water. Steve hopped up into the ring after casting a glare to his best friend and tenderly put his finger tips on your elbows to raise your forearms. Bucky winced as he saw the bruises expand and darken before them, you were always so agile the last thing he expected you to do was try to take the blow from his vibranium fist.

“You should have brought the density to match Barnes’ skull,” Natasha quipped, her elbows resting up on the ring and her chin in her hands. “That would have really done a number on him.”

“Ha ha, Natalia,” Bucky mocked back, grabbing a towel to pat the sweat off the back of his neck, using it as an excuse to look away from you.

Steve clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval. “Go ice up and get cleaned up. We have a mission briefing in two hours. Good work today, Y/L/N.”

“Thanks, Cap,” you wince as he brushes the pads of his thumbs over the darkening bruises. Hopping down from the ring, you stick your tongue out at Bucky and cross your eyes before running out of the gym. Bucky makes an immature face back, but it was half hearted. Now you probably really hated him, fuck.

Steve leaned against the ropes of the ring and glared down at Bucky. “Don’t you think that was a little excessive, jerk?” Steve asked, his Captain voice turned up.

Bucky rolled his eyes and flicked his towel under his arm. Of course he did. “I thought she would dodge! She’d been dodging everything I threw all afternoon.”

“You know, you’re supposed to stop letting girls know you like them by pulling their hair after grade school,” Natasha teased, walking around the ring and punching Bucky on the shoulder.

“Yeah? So what’s your excuse on always hitting me?” Bucky asked, ducking his head to hide his blush with his hair. He really wished Natasha wouldn’t be so vocal about her observations.

“I don’t like you, I think you’re an idiot.” With that Natasha took her leave from the gym, sarcastically saluting Steve with her departure.

Steve jumped down from the ropes and walked up to his friend, taking a bottle of water and cracking it open. “Listen, Buck, I don’t know if you’ve just got a bruised ego or whatever from back in Berlin or what is going on between the two of you but I need you to just be the bigger person. And I’m asking you to because I know you’re capable of doing it.”

“Says the guy who used to fight every Tom, Dick, and Harry back in the day no matter how out matched,” Bucky muttered taking a deep drink from his water bottle.

“When we were teenagers, Bucky. Don’t make me bench you,” Steve threatened, swinging his gear over his shoulder and walking out of the gym.

Bucky scoffed and followed after him. Like Steve would dare.

~*~

At the mission briefing, Bucky saved you a seat. He wanted to apologize for that final blow during training and make sure you were okay. He had truly thought you were going to dodge, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt any of his teammates - but especially not you. Bucky just got more and more suspicious as the meeting started and you didn’t show up and instead of anyone saying anything to stop the meeting a few of the team just glared at him. Then when the mission proved to be something in your wheelhouse and they assigned Sam and Parker instead of you his brows furrowed in confusion.

Since it was evident that his skills would not be necessary for the mission, he stood up without saying anything and walked out of the meeting. Steve’s eyes followed his friend out of the room, but said nothing to call him back. Just shook his head slightly before going back to the task at hand.

Bucky made the trek to the living quarters and strutted up on your door, knocking heavily a few times. He waited for a few minutes before knocking again, finally pressing his ear up against the door and hearing no movement inside he frowned and stepped back. “FRIDAY, where’s Y/N?” he asked the tower’s AI system.

“Agent Y/L/N is down in medical, Sergeant Barnes,” the Irish lilt of the AI answered back. If Bucky didn’t know any better he would swear she sounded accusatory.

Bucky swore to himself softly and thought back to training earlier, trying to picture the bruising on your forearms. Swearing again he made the journey down to the first floor gift shop that Tony had put in and purchased a small bouquet of red, white, and blue daisies. He got stuck taking pictures with a few fans before he was able to continue his journey to finding you.

Bucky walked up to the medical wing and was pointed to a room by one of Helen Cho’s assistants. The door was open so Bucky knocked on the frame and peeked his head in. You were still in your clothes from training as you sat on the side of the medical bed, Helen Cho was sitting on a stool between your legs as she fitted bracers on your forearms. You looked up at the knock and tensed, causing Helen to look back over her shoulder and frown.

“Ah, Sergeant Barnes. Good to see you come check in on the kids you beat up,” Helen said a little bitterly. Dr. Cho was always brutally honest, a quality Bucky usually admired in the woman, not so much now that it was directed at him.

“If you’re here to make fun of me for being weak, wanna wait like fifteen minutes?” You asked sounding exhausted, your words a little slurred. Bucky assumed Helen had given you some sort of oral painkiller.

“I, uh, I actually came to, uh,” Bucky stammered feeling the guilt at being the cause of your current predicament.

“Ohmigod, Barnes. What?” You barked, wincing as Helen tightened a velcro strap. She pushed backward on her wheeled stool, done strapping you into the hand to elbow length braces. You looked at your arms and pouted slightly, your head clouded from the vicodin that Dr. Cho had given you. You had almost forgotten Bucky was even there until he was suddenly sitting next to you. You startled and looked up at him with doe eyes as he held out the bouquet of coloured daisies.

“Sorry I broke you,” he muttered sheepishly and you took the daisies carefully. You brought them to your nose to smell them and immediately started crying uncontrollably.

Bucky jumped up and looked between you and Helen who was looking at him pointedly. “It’s the painkillers, but she’s your responsibility now, Barnes. She has hairline fractures up and down her forearms, no letting her lift anything heavy and only take the braces off for showers and sleeping for the next two weeks. And for the love of God don’t punch her in them again.” Helen turned and left the room, leaving Bucky to awkwardly pat you on the shoulder to try to calm you. The guilt chewing at the pit of his stomach as he looked at your braces.

“Hey. Hey, I’m sorry. Do you not like flowers or something?” Bucky asked, his voice half an octave higher in panic.

“They’re so pretty. They look like Steve,” you cried as you held them up as if showing him them for the first time.

Bucky chuckled, relaxing a little now that he knew you weren’t mad about them. “Hey, how about we get you to your room?”

“Can we watch a movie?” you ask as you take an over exaggerated hop off the hospital bed. Bucky carefully placed his hand at the small of your back so that he could guide you and make sure you didn’t stumble.

“Sure, doll, what do you want to watch?” Bucky asked leading you into the elevator.

“Doll? You only call girls you’re flirting with at the bar ‘doll’.” You accuse leaning into his side as the elevator moved. You were feeling wobbly and fuzzy and your mouth was dry.

Bucky frowned slightly as the elevator doors opened up to the common room. He didn’t know you watched him flirt with other girls when the team was out on their ‘team building activities’ as Tony called them. Clint and Wanda were already hanging out watching some weird reality show and playing a card game. Bucky set you down on the couch where you immediately hooked your fingers into his belt loops and tried to pull him down next to you, only to hiss in pain. Bucky winced and sat down next to you, raising an eyebrow at Clint and Wanda as you immediately burrowed under his arm and nestled into his side, resting your head on his chest.

You opened your eyes suddenly to look at Clint and Wanda who were sitting across from each other playing cards on the coffee table. “Guys, Bucky got me Steve flowers!”

NEXT CHAPTER

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tenacityreturns · 6 years

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You should write a drabble of aokaga's last game together before Kagami leaves for the US

send me aokaga prompts in honour of aokaga day!!!!!

There was something off with Aomine. He’d been distant all week, then hadn’t replied to Kagami’s text last night. He knew he shouldn’t have told people that he was going to America – his teammates kept looking at him with sad expressions, quickly switching to a fake smile when he caught them, and Aomine was sulking... or whatever this was. Kagami didn’t understand. If he was leaving soon, wouldn’t the guy want to spend as much time as he could with his boyfriend? Kagami really didn’t understand. This was why he didn’t like getting close to people.

When Aomine was in a bad mood and wouldn’t respond to his texts, Kagami was in the habit of texting either Kuroko or Momoi. When he got the feeling that there was something wrong with his headspace, he went to Momoi. When it was a wild over-reaction to something he’d said, Kuroko could always provide some context. It was easier to talk to Kuroko, but Momoi really knew Aomine. Like, really really knew him. It was scary.

“You’re asking why he’s upset?” Momoi repeated, face contorting in her confusion. Kagami, still dressed in his normal clothes, winced at the volume. Kagami winced at the volume. That said a lot.

“Can you keep it down? Jeez, don’t want half the stadium knowing I’m worried about him!”

“Aw, Kagamin is worried?” She tucked a strand of hair behind her head, trying to regain composure. “Well, I just thought it was obvious, is all. You’re leaving for America, aren��t you?”

The redhead sighed in disappointment. He’d figured it was that. But what could he say? Sorry? For following his dreams? Yeah. Sorry, babe.

“He’s happy you have this opportunity,” she continued softly, “but he is sad that it means you have to go. Has Dai-chan been ignoring you too? Give him time, he’ll—”

“Time? There’s no time left! This is our last game, and I don’t want—-”

“Oi oi, what’s going on here?” Aomine sauntered down the hall, hands in his pockets, looking as if he hadn’t just spent the last three days in solitude.

The boy of very little attention span quickly turned to face his boyfriend with clenched fists. “Letting me win today ain’t gonna make me stay, I’m still gonna go back to the States!”

Where had that come from? Truthfully, even Kagami wasn’t sure. He unclenched his fists. The silence was awkward. He hadn’t meant to say that, but go figure, his tongue was against him.

But there had been a nagging feeling that Aomine would try to convince him to stay somehow, and then he’d thought about how easily Himuro had left him after the older teen had graduated from middle school. Kagami wasn’t like that. When he attached himself to someone, he stuck. Like gum. Aomine was a clingy kind of boyfriend too, so he wouldn’t just try to cut off from him, right? No. Definitely... uh... not... uhhhh? So, Kagami worried. And worried. And worried. Another part of him knew that he’d be disappointed if his boyfriend didn’t try to make him stay, though.

“What the fuck makes you say that, idiot?” Aomine finally replied, one brow much higher than the other. Kagami glanced at Momoi and she matched his expression. “You think I care if you leave or not?”

“What.” Kagami growled. His big, stupid, mean boyfriend sighed and gestured with a nod of his head for Kagami to follow him. This guy! drove Kagami! ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. He was so mad all of a sudden, that he did follow, only to get close enough to jab Aomine in the ribs.

“What the fuck?!”

“You’re such a fuckin’ dick sometimes, Daiki!” Kagami threw his arms in the air, striding alongside his favourite rival. “If you don’t care then how come you’re ghosting me? We got a game in literally like, twenty fuckin’ minutes, and you’re starting shit!! You tryna get me mad so I’ll go into the Zone for you? You’re such a pain in the ass, why can’t you just—-”

The world blurred around him. One minute they’d been storming/walking down the corridor, and the next, Kagami was blinking to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Let’s see. It smelt like bleach, he could see a mop, and he’d nearly stumbled over some kind of vacuum on the way in. A cleaning closet. Really? Aomine had dragged him in here?

And then a kiss, as if his world wasn’t spinning enough. Red eyes blinked, not catching up in time to return the rough gesture.

“Chill the fuck out, Taiga,” Aomine whispered, eyes ablaze but hands gentle at Kagami’s face. “It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I know it won’t be for long—”

“What do you mean?” It felt like he was two steps behind. Aomine looked so certain, but about what?

“I’m gonna play in the NBA too, of course.” He frowned, pushing his palms into Kagami’s cheekbones, thus pushing his lips out. Kagami grunted and pulled the hands away.

“Do you know how big America is??? Who are you gonna—”

“I don’t have a plan yet, I’m winging it.”

“You can’t wing moving to another country!” Kagami’s voiced raised. “Are you crazy? You don’t speak English!”

“You barely speak Japanese and you get along fine.” Aomine rolled his eyes. So! Annoying!

“Daiki,” Kagami exhaled, forcing himself to remain calm. He took a rough pair of hands in his. “Are you really gonna come with me?”

“No, I’ll leave a little while after you.” The nervousness that betrayed itself through a shift of blue eyes made it look like he hadn’t even cleared it with his parents yet. Yeah, Kagami knew that expression well.

“I knew this wouldn’t be our last game! Fuck yeah!” Here was the shouting again, and Aomine squeezed his hands.

“Oi, don’t yell so much, noisy! I haven’ told anyone yet. Not even Satsuki, and I know she’s just gonna cry, so don’t tell her either!”

“Okay, okay! You’re squeezing too tight, don’t you wanna play me today?”

“Shut up, you big baby,” the space between them lessened, and Aomine pushed Kagami against the wall. Their hands moved to the sides, he stared with a smirk on his lips.

But the excitement was busy bubbling in the redhead’s chest, and he was so happy at the idea of having company in the NBA that he let the comment slip, the shift in atmosphere go unattended to. Kagami could only smile. He smiled knowing that he’d get to keep seeing his boyfriend, he smiled knowing he’d be able to show him around the place, and the thought of Aomine in the NBA made his knees weak. For one, he was CERTAIN that Aomine wouldn’t be the best of the best out there. He’d find new rivals, and he’d loosen up. New people would push him to his limits. He’d have no shortage of rivals out there. And Kagami couldn’t wait to see him grow.

“What are you thinking about, ya big smiley idiot?” Aomine leant forward to press his forehead against Kagami’s, and this time it was eagerly received.

“Just thinking about entering the Hall of Fame before you do,” crimson lashes met, and Kagami grinned wider in the closeness, “and how dumb your face is gonna look when that happens.”

“They don’t let scrubs into the Hall of Fame.”

“Who the fuck are you calling a scrub?” Eyes reopened with a flash of irritation as he pulled away. This guy! But this guy looked sadder now, and the change made Kagami neutralise again.

“Don’t disappoint me today, Taiga,” Aomine said quietly, ignoring the indignance. “I want you to go all out.”

“That’s what I just said to you,” he huffed, pushing foreheads together again. “Even if you do come over, it might be years before we can play in matches again---”

“Tch, shut up.” Did his voice just crack?

“Are you crying?” Kagami pulled away again. Aomine glared threateningly at him, but the darkness hid any glossiness that might have been on his eyes to accompany the hoarseness. “Daiki, don’t cry, stupid!” He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck in a firm hug. “When you come over, we’ll have one-on-ones like always!”

Aomine buried his face in Kagami’s neck, arms around his waist. He didn’t say anything.

“I’ll cook for you!”

Still nothing.

“Uhhh... have you ever heard of Playboy Magazine? It’s like your idol magazines, but it’s been running for like... fifty years or something. Breasts everywhere! Ugh, I can’t believe you made me bring that up.”

Aomine’s shoulders started shaking, small noises escaping against Kagami’s neck. He froze. Was he crying? Oh shit! Shit. Nice going, Taiga, you made the guy cry!

But when Aomine lifted his head, a smile was on his face. Thank god.

“You really are a good guy, Bakagami.” He said softly, with a chaste kiss that Kagami ruined by repeating the nickname against his lips.

“Bakagami?” But Bakagami returned the kiss on Aomine’s cupid’s bow. “You can’t say somethin’ nice like that then ruin it with a dumb nickname.”

“Watch me.”

The next, deeper kiss brought warmth to Kagami’s cheeks and his chest, and hands soon roamed. Every inhale smelt divinely of Aomine, every inch touched by his hands tingled like this was their first encounter. Ah, but as soon as he was getting into it, Aomine abruptly backed off with alarm on his face.

“You idiot, you haven’t changed yet?! Even I’m ready early this time!”

Kagami’s face drained of all colour. His coach was going to murder him. “I’m toast!” He yelled in English.

A moment passed with Kagami staring in dread, then Aomine wrapped his arms around Kagami again. “So we’re late, who cares?”

“Me when coach rams her foot up my ass for not even being ready yet!” Kagami detached himself and practically launched down the corridor, sprinting by the time he reached the locker rooms. Everyone was ready, Kuroko was staring coldly, and coach was smiling. Wait--- coach was???

BAM.

Okay, he deserved that kick. He tried explaining that Aomine had dragged him into a store cupboard to talk, but everyone shouted that they absolutely did not want to hear what went on. But it was innocent, he’d tried to explain! It was no good, and super embarrassing. He kind of deserved that too. With cheeks as red as his hair, the teenager changed into his uniform.

“Aomine-kun is going to America too.” Kuroko stated quietly, just as Kagami was tucking his jersey in.

“Oh, he told you?”

“No, you did.”

Oops. Shit. Shit. Kagami winced, fists clenching. “Oi, don’t be such a snake! And don’t tell anyone else. Momoi will cry.”

Kuroko’s expression shifted minutely, and Kagami could tell he was neither impressed nor entirely sure of what he meant. It cleared quickly. He didn’t say anything else, so Kagami followed him out of the locker room and towards the court.

“Ready to kick Daiki’s butt?” Kagami slung his arm around Kuroko’s shoulders, shaking him in his enthusiasm.

“Please don’t do that.” Kuroko replied cooly, which translated as a solid yes.

Kagami played like his life depended on it, and Aomine was happily surprised with his boyfriend’s progress.He’d been training his ass off lately, on a new training programme engineered by Alex to prepare him for his next step. And with his team very aware that this was their last season with this particular ace, they played with all the energy and power that he could ever have asked for from a team. His time.

Seirin won! It meant more this time than any match before. This was his farewell, even if he still had a few more games against a few more Miracles left. But matches against Touou had always been special, even before they got together.

Aomine was looking sorry for himself even when he was on the court. But Kagami said what he’d said the first time he’d won.

Why are you acting like it’s all over? Things are just getting started.

“Tch, idiot,” Aomine grinned wearily, throwing his arm around Kagami’s shoulders and scruffing his damp hair.

The audience was admittedly a little taken aback by such open fondness coming from two rivals, but they were chanting Seirin’s success, and Kagami beamed. His hand stayed on Aomine’s waist until it absolutely had to part. Even though he was leaving, this was the happiest Kagami had been in a long time. Soon, the audience would be chanting for a different team, and he’d be living his dream.

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orionwhispers · 6 years

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Devil Like Me (Part IX)

(A/N I know its been a while but I hope you love this next part! Sort of a “filler” but big things are coming! Love you all, thank you for being so kind and patient)

Then

Winter had slipped away, and the breath of spring was lingering in the air. You sighed, feeling content as the warmth of the sun bathed your limbs. You spread your fingers along the metal of the car, smiling at the heat radiating off it, sending shocks along your fingertips.

"That exam was hell."

"Tell me about it." You murmured, falling back into your comfortable position on the hood of Jasmine's yellow car. You exhaled, glad for the fresh air, a welcome change from the stuffy classroom you had spent the past two hours in. Until the stench of smoke tainted your nostrils. You immediately recoiled up, grimacing at the stale smell, and stared blankly at Jasmine, her slender fingers grasping a lit cigarette.

"What?" She questions, pulling the rim of her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose.

"Since when do you smoke?"

She glances at the roll between her fingertips and shrugs, "I dunno. I just did."

You swivel your eyes and kick her lightly, "This wouldn't have anything to do with Greg would it?"

"Er - no."

"Good." You smirk, watching as she inhales, before breaking into a fit of deep coughs.

"Fuck it." She laughs still spluttering, dropping the smoke onto the floor and crushing it between the soles of her boots, "I thought I could get into it! But its so gross."

“Greg's gross." You childishly retort, giggling as she slaps you on the stomach, face pulled into a frown but her emerald eyes shining wildly.

You watch through hooded eyelids as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a stick of gum, then grabs her phone and checks the time, a photo of you both beaming widely set as the lock screen "About half an hour before we need to get back to school."

You tap your fingers in acknowledgement, feeling Jasmine's presence slink next to yours. Through the top of your sunglasses, you can see the view, the ocean in the distance, the light dancing on the top of the water. It was a relief to be out of the confinement of the classroom, the past few weeks had been hell. Studying for exams until your eyes felt sore, living on a diet of red bull and mac and cheese as you tried to cram your head with as many algebra equations as you could. Your bedroom was scattered with college leaflets and scholarship applications, left bare as you grew tired lying about how ecstatic you were about the laws of gravity.

The tops of the trees in the forest came into your line of sight, the bushy green needles protruding your thoughts. You directed your attention to a seagull perched atop of the post office, you didn’t need to think of him. But if you did - you'd think about how it had been months without a trace, not so much as a twig snapping in the distance as you drove to school. His absence had been strange, a relief at first. Finally, you could concentrate on your life without disturbance, but as the days turned into weeks you realised that you liked the distraction, the feeling of having someone watching from the sidelines. You couldn’t help wondering if maybe you had been too harsh with him on the night with James, but you shook away that thought as soon as it entered your brain, he was a monster, he didn't care about you.

“Greg's going to be 18 in a couple of weeks."

"Good for him."

Jasmine ignored your comment and turned to face you, cheekbones glossy from the heat of the sun, “His Uncle owns a cabin up in Ivywood.”

You nod, thinking of the small town a couple of hours from where you lived. You had spent a few odd summers there, it was beautiful and popular with campers.

“He says it’s right near the lake.”

“Lucky him.”

“He’s going to throw a party - a small get together - to celebrate, he wants you to come.”

“He wants me to come or you want me to come?”

Jasmine rises to her elbows, brows furrowed in distaste. “Y/N! I don’t get why you don’t like him?”

You sigh slightly, the truth was there wasn't much wrong with Greg, sure he was a bit arrogant, but he was harmless. Jasmine was far too good for him, and you found his failure to realise that irritating.

“It’s not that I don’t like him - it’s just I doubt I'd bring much to the party.”

“Well, it’s not like you’d be spending the weekend alone. There will be other people!”

“Like who?”

“Well, I'm not exactly sure on the numbers, but his Uncle says he can have it for the weekend! So it’ll probably be me, Greg obviously, Josh, Laura, Ashley, Mike and then you and Ren!”

You nod along recognising a few of Greg's best friends and fellow teammates but fall short at the last name.

“Ren?”

A smug smile grazes the corner of Jasmine's lips, “Oh yeah, I haven’t told you! Ren is Greg’s cousin, I told him all about you -”

“You told him about me?” You screech, shaking your head in disbelief, one of Jasmine's favourite hobbies was trying to set you up, usually with guys you had nothing in common with.

“Duh! You’re my best friend! It was only good things I promise!”

“Jesus Jasmine.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead and gazing out into the distance, partially hoping the ground would swallow you up.

“Cmon, Y/N.” Jasmine murmurs, crawling towards you, her voice soft. “You’ve had a really hard time..” she glances quickly at the fading bruise below your eye, now a muted grey colour. “-and I thought that maybe it would cheer you up!”

“I'm really not interested.”

“You always turn down the boys I suggest! Do you want to be single forever?”

A certain face flickers in your mind momentarily, but you blink, forcing it out of your head.

“He’s really nice. But even if you hate him, it doesn't matter! Imagine a weekend away, swimming in a lake, roasting marshmallows and just relaxing! Just think about it at least!” She holds out her hands and tilts her head, reminding you of a dog wanting to be thrown a ball.

“Fine. I’ll think about it! No promises!”

Jasmine squeals engulfing you in a hug, the scent of stale smoke and fruity perfume surrounding you both as she presses a kiss to your cheek. You settle backwards, gazing out into the distant town, rose-tinted from your glasses, memories of the past few months clambering over your brain. Who knows, maybe a weekend away could be fun?

Now

You pace around Rebekah’s spacious bedroom, bare feet padding against her luxurious fur rugs as you cradle a mug of steaming coffee. The faint lull of the radio is floating through the air and a few of her expensive candles are lit, making the air smell of sage and sea salt. The blonde is staring at you in anticipation, eyes wide like a tiger ready to strike.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” You ask, taking a sip of your syrupy brew, pretending you don't know whats coming.

She sighs dramatically, “Do I have to spell it out for you? What happened between you and my brother?”

You shrug, slouching onto her armchair and folding your legs. “Nothing, we talked - that's all.”

“Bullshit!”

You trace your finger along a drip of coffee trailing the side of the mug, watching Rebekah in the corner of your eye striking her hands on her hips, prodding you for more.

“We just.. talked. I mean you couldn’t even call it that, he’s not exactly happy to be speaking to me at the moment.”

She quirks a brow and tilts her head, watching you in a sceptical manner. You felt slightly bad lying to her, but whatever was happening between you and Klaus felt so private. Your relationship always had done. To onlookers it probably seemed beyond puzzling, you were destined to get hurt the minute you became involved, but nobody understood the connection you had - as cliche as it sounded. But now, things were different, the past two years had changed both of you, and you couldn't erase the past. You were handling him like a glass ball, determined not to shatter his fragile state.

"Oh sure. I bet you both had a lovely civil conversation, that sounds about right. "

You take a slurp of coffee, nodding along to Rebekah's story nonchalantly, but the blonde isn't taking the bait.

"Y/N! You were kidnapped! You practically vanished into thin air, Klaus went bloody mental. I haven't seen him act that psychotic since.." her voice trails off momentarily, eyes darting to yours before she falters and smooths out her dress. "Look never mind, but seriously, you can't possibly be telling me that he didn't go berserk when he found you? He used to try and stop you leaving the house to buy milk for Christ's sake. "

You snort remembering Klaus' overprotective melodramatics as you lean back against the plush furniture. You exhale loudly and push yourself up to Rebekah’s line of sight. “I'm not denying he went mad - he almost killed Damon.”

“He had it coming.” The blonde scoffed, venom in her voice. “You both must have been in quite a hurry to leave, I mean, you left behind your daylight ring. You never go anywhere without it.”

You trace the band around your finger, the weight of it comforting you. One of Klaus’ men had returned it to you this morning, you had no clue how he had acquired it but you weren't complaining. Leaning forward, you plucked at a feather sprouting from Rebekah’s pillow and rolled it between your fingertips.

“That girl... Elena.” You test the name on your tongue, watching as Rebekah's head momentarily picks up, a look of distaste on her crimson lips. “She said that Klaus wanted to hurt her and her friends.”

“Would that be so bad?” Rebekah asks, leaning forward and applying a coat of mascara to her full lashes, “The girl is a whiny bitch.”

You tut slightly, humoured at her annoyance. “What’s going on with these people? What has Klaus done?”

Rebekah places her mascara tube down, eyeing herself in her rose gold mirror as she runs her fingers over flyaway tresses sprouting from her hairline. “Katerina.”

You pause for a moment, the name is familiar but you can’t exactly place it. You squint, trying to focus as a thought pops into your mind. “Katerina? As in…“

“Crazy, psychotic Katerina who ruined Klaus’ plan and spent 500 years running from him? Yeah, Elena is her doppelgänger.”

You let out a low whistle, it feels strange being able to put a face to a name; well almost. You had once heard the brothers discussing a woman called Katherine, whispering in hushed tones about where she might be hiding. You had later managed to pry it out of Klaus - by sitting on his chest until he gave in - and he spun you a tale about a moonstone she had once run with.

“So - Klaus is extracting revenge on Elena because he can't get at Katherine?”

Rebekah snorts, “Something like that, another Petrova doppelganger…”

“Equals another shot at breaking the curse.”

“Bingo.” Rebekah finishes, turning to face you.

“So, Klaus is going to sacrifice the girl?”

The blonde meets your eye line momentarily, before smacking her lips and shrugging her shoulders. She clasps her hands together, delighted at how she has pulled herself together, “Shall we go and have some lunch? I bet its a relief to not be cooped up in that room.”

“Bekah..”

“Y/N.”

You roll onto your back, mumbling in contempt, frustrated at how much people pick and chose to tell you. It was exasperating that you were expected to stay in Mystic Falls without knowing what was going on around you.

“Look, I wish I could tell you but I hardly know myself. You know as well as I do that Klaus does whatever the bloody hell he wants, and I’m sure he doesn't want you involved and I don’t particularly feel like being in a coffin again.”

“How can he not want me involved but yet keep me here without so much as a conversation?”

Rebekah shoots you a sympathetic look, perching on the edge of her bed and offering a thin smile. You assume you aren't going to get much more out of her about Elena and the curse, and you try to act nonchalant as a particular question bubbles at the edge your lips.

“What about that other girl…” You pause, tapping slightly on the ceramic mug pretending to conjure her name as if it hadn't been at the tip of your tongue for hours. “…Caroline.”

“Oh, Caroline.” Rebekah tightens the strap of her stiletto heel, taking a cautious first step before steadying herself. “The blonde bimbo. She’s newly turned but she's harmless, more or less.” You raise a brow, egging her for more information, “She’s one of Elena’s best friends, oh so preppy and irritating, the poor little mite is terrified of me though.” She giggles and turns her head back towards you, flashing her pointed fangs and letting out a mock snarl. You laugh softly, rolling your eyes before diverting your attention back towards a loose thread on a plump pillow, mind whirring slightly, what she said shouldn't bother you, but it did.

“Whats the matter with you?” Bekah asks from the corner of the room, adjusting her belt and shooting you a quizzical look. You wave a hand casually and take a sip, trying to mask your feelings. “It's rather hilarious to see her around me, I remember at the ball…”

She falters, spinning around as if on autopilot. Her azure eyes meeting yours, her brows furrowed in question. “The ball.” She finishes, murmuring to herself, you could almost see the gears turning in her brain as she pursed her red lips. “Klaus left so suddenly - ” Her face is sympathetic, eyes soft and kind “You saw them together didn't you?”

You exhale loudly, knocking your head back and running a palm through your hair, Rebekah’s mouth turns up slightly before spreading into a total grin. “I knew it!” Her voice is shrill and high pitched as she leaps towards you like a kitten. You stare back at her, bemused at her statement. “I knew there was a reason he left like that… Holy shit! Why didn’t you tell me?”

You push yourself off the armchair, suddenly feeling hot and overwhelmed with the situation. “I'm sorry, I was a bit busy being burnt alive by a stranger to tell you about my boyfriend dancing with another woman!”

Rebekah raises an arched brow towards you, mouth turned into a smirk. “What?” You ask feeling completely lost and bewildered at what you had gotten into.

“You said, boyfriend.”

You falter slightly, backtracking in your mind as you realise your mistake. “Yeah… well, I meant.” You pause, exhaling loudly and flopping back into the furniture, head buried in your palms. “Shit! Fuck!”

You hear Rebekah lowly chuckle as she kneels before you, her hands are delicate as she places them over yours, folding them together in your lap. “She doesn’t mean anything to him. She's just a pawn in his game.”

“I don’t care.” You lie.

“I know. But if you did… I’d tell you that he doesn’t care about anyone, no one except you.”

You snort, “He has a funny way of showing it.”

You both still for a moment, the only noise is the trees whistling in the wind outside. Rebekah rubs comforting circles across your hands and you're so grateful for her presence. You suddenly begin feeling embarrassed, it seeps through your pores and insecurity is dripping in your mind.

“I'm being stupid.” You sniff, wiping the start of tears you had no idea were forming. “I left. It was my choice, he had a right to move on. I can't stop him.” Your voice is wavering but you remain firm.

“You still love him,” Rebekah says, its more of a statement than anything and you know its true, there's no point denying it.

“I never stopped.”

The blonde rises to her feet, mimicking your movements as you head towards the door. “Are you going to tell him?”

“No.”

“I think you should, I think you both have more to say than you realise.”

You take one step forward and then immediately move back. You purse your lips as if sucking on a lemon and point your toes as if you are going to take a leap, before pulling your leg backwards. You feel ridiculous but so many things are stopping you from moving across the hallway. The house is mostly empty, Rebekah left soon after your chat promising to catch up with you later to talk about your predicament - something you weren't looking forward to. Kol was long gone, probably off harassing an innocent civilian and you hadn't seen Klaus or Elijah since the previous day. You were used to being alone, and you found comfort in the presence of your own thoughts, the only noise being the occasional mumble from Klaus’ minions downstairs. You now had free reign of the house, but only stayed on the highest floor with the exception of Rebekah’s boudoir. You didn't feel comfortable roaming around the halls and felt safe in your own space. You couldn't risk trying the front door and even if it miraculously opened you didn't have the urge to run, there were still things to sort out here.

But here you were, stood still like a statue at the step leading to the second floor. Its large and open presence daunting but the secrets withheld behind the doors coaxing you towards them. You should feel guilty for even thinking about rummaging around someone else belongings, but you and the Mikaelsons were hardly strangers, and besides, there was only one person whose mysteries you wanted to find. You gave yourself a mini pep talk, basically telling yourself to grow some balls, as you took a feeble step forward. You smiled inwardly and curled your toes into the rug, watching as your feet carried you ahead. You slipped open the first few doors, to no avail. All were grand and extravagant, but not what you were looking for. You came to the last door, further back than the others, perched under an archway in solidarity. You scoffed at yourself, you should have chosen this one first. Even the wood was unwelcoming, a deep ebony - almost completely black, a sharp contrast to the light surrounding you.

Gingerly, you grasped the brass handle, cursing at your feebleness. You reluctantly pushed it open, listening as the door creaked in protest. Your feet prowled forward as you hit the hardwood floor and smiled to yourself at the comforting silence. You had almost expected an alarm to sound or to fall through a trap door into a lion pit, two things you wouldn't find that surprising from Klaus. You sigh as you peer around the room, a feeling anchoring in the pit of your stomach. The chamber is lavish, but not in an overwhelming way. The colours are deep and almost comforting, a mix of coppers and reds, the curtains are drawn, engulfing the room in darkness. You cautiously pace forward, taking in as much as you can manage, it smells familiar, in a way that makes your heart lurch in your chest.

The room looks entirely unlived in, the bed made and the drawers tidy and closed. The only sign that he was ever here is the lingering acrylic smell, and the art perched on the wall. You creep forward, your fingertips tracing along the edge of a mahogany dresser as you reach the edge of the large canvas.

It takes your breath away.

Once upon a time, mornings were a time for lounging in bed, covers draped over your cool form as you observed Klaus through sleepy eyes, his hands moving against his work, a small smirk on his lips when he realised he was being watched. The memory is unwelcome and you clench your fingernails into your palm to force yourself to forget, the instant pain shocking you into silence. The painting is of a forest, filled with lush trees, the bark twisted and gnarled reminding you of crashing waves against the shore. The sketch is dark and distant taking you back to a time long ago, you almost reach out and touch it, but stop yourself before your fingers disrupt the art.

Your hand brushes against an askew paintbrush sending it hurtling onto the floor, you curse lightly as you watch it roll underneath the bed. You bend down and clamber onto all fours, feeling the cool flooring under your palms. You scramble forward, heaving the great blankets grazing the ground, huffing at their excessive size in contrast to your small frame. You extend a palm, determined to find the missing apparatus before he notices its absence. You sigh as your fingers brush various specks of dust and a stray sock before you come into contact with something firm. You clasp your hands around the hard interior and tug it towards you, falling backwards into a more comfortable position. Your eyes graze over the object in question, its a kind of sketchbook bound in leather, you tease the front cover wanting desperately to prise it open but unsure of what you'll find. Its been well loved, dog-eared and creased along the dark spine. Curiosity gets the better of you and you rip apart the pages, the paper rough against your fingers.

Its a sketch of you.

You cant place the date, but your hands trace the pencil strokes, it's so similar to the first you received, capturing every essence of you, from the curve in your nose to the arch of your eyebrows. You turn the page and there's another, this one of you bundled up as you visited the beach one year, cheeks rosy and a wide smile as you stared at the open water. You flick the page, there's another, and then another. Each yellow page filled with sketches of you, all from the past, ones of you curled up reading a book, then side profile and smiling, trips from a time long passed. You feel tears trickle down your cheeks as you sniffle, a lump growing at the bottom of your throat.

You turn to the next page, and a small rectangle drops onto the floor. You unfold it slowly and realise its a map, slightly crinkled and worn with unmistakable scrawled handwriting across various regions. All sightings of you, possibilities of where you could be found. You exhale loudly as you come to terms with what you have discovered, you finger the creases in the map as you try to work out all of the words before you notice a small piece of paper sticking to the back of the journal.

You pluck it out, and your fingers trace the fine material, you know exactly what it is. Its a photo of the both of you, the only one you have. You had managed to sneakily take it of Klaus before he could protest, both of you in the reflection of a mirror. You grinning like a child at the camera, pleased with your hidden photo and Klaus in the background, attempting to control the fire roaring in the cabin you had rented for the night. You both looked so happy and utterly normal, not a care in the world as you enjoyed each others company. As soon as he heard the camera click, he pounced, demanding you tear it before you shoved it away with a laugh, distracting him and teasing him from the developing polaroid. You completely forgot about the photo that weekend, too caught up in bliss to remember where you had left it and your heart clenches as you realise he must have found it somewhere and kept it for himself.

A guttural moan escapes your lips before you can silence it, and the tears are flowing hard and fast, but before you can weep in peace the front door slams open and the house is filled with a chorus of voices. You wipe your damp face with the back of your sleeve and leap to your feet, returning everything to where you found it and leaving the room noiselessly. Avoiding all contact with people and not making a sound before you manage to lock yourself in the bathroom, running the taps to silence your deafening sniffles and looking at your weak form in the mirror. The day's events were clattering around your mind like a bowling bowl and you felt a surge of determination, you needed to see Klaus and talk to him - you needed to -

"Hey! You can't go up there!"

You turn towards the bathroom door, tuning into the voices rising from behind it. You edge forward, brows furrowed in concern before a knock jolts you from your mind.

"Y/N... It's Bonnie... I need your help."

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crumpledsilkskin-blog · 7 years

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Battleship Bakatsudan

*Insert 20th century fox fanfare music* So! Ladies and Gentle germs. In preparation for my adventures on the VoicesonFiyah Nanowrimo team. I have completed Chapter one of my YA Novel that I’ll be working on next year. With Pro Noctem all tucked away and Awaiting Judgement, I realized that I needed more to do than just sit around and bite my nails. So! For everyone’s enjoyment,

KARBOZ

Cigar smoke, alcohol, cheap cologne and sweat. These are the smells that fill the lobby of the Pest a dilapidated old hotel in the factory district of the planet Karboz. These smells however, are no new thing to the hotel’s regular patron, Xander Arehu III. He’s spent the last year and a half of his life in this lobby, on this exact couch, drinking this exact brand of Goia oil from exactly the same glass. Staring over at the dingy red couch, on the other side of the centre table.

A normal person might have found a new hangout. A new hobby. A better rat hole to hide oneself for sure. But Xander likes it that way. He’s always liked the lowest in society. They’re more real. They understand the universe in its most base form. Survival. Security in self and future. Tenants Xander could get behind.

He downs the glass of Goia oil in one go and covers his lips with his right wrist. The itching sensation in the gums is always the worst. To say nothing of the taste. A weird fusion of ginger and Aloe Vera. He moves his hand away, clicks his tongue then coughs. Xander bites the inside of his cheek and continues to click his tongue, in an attempt to ease the itching. He’s no stranger to it, but it seems ceaseless today. The only upside is that it eases the throbbing pain in the right side of his face.

A large man enters the lobby and smiles at Xander. Though calling him a man is generous. He’s a modder. An adventurous human being, who’s decided to tamper with his natural form. Most modders go for aesthetic changes. A sharper jaw, sharper teeth, colorful eyes. Others go for more extreme alterations. Alterations to their olfactory gland. Cybernetic eyes. If you dig deep enough, there’s no telling what modders have done and will do to their bodies.

In the case of this man, it seems as if he’s tampered with his entire gene structure. He’s tall, at least eight feet. His arms and muscles are almost as big as the couch. How his more average than most legs, tolerate such a weight is a miracle in and of itself.

“Xaaandderrr!” The man bellows in a loud voice. “How is my favorite lapdog doing this morning?” He asks with a laugh.

“Doin’ fine Rol,” Xander answers. He flicks his velvet red hair out of his face and leans back.

Rol grins wide and produces three plastic packets with an orange liquid inside of them. From his pants pocket. “I got some prime Kazi beast anti-venom. Fresh in! Fifty chits for one.”

Xander shakes his head and waves. “No thanks Rol, I’m savin’ my chits for something special.”

Rol chortles and shakes his head at Xander. “She ain’t gonna’ love you ya’ know? No matter how many chits you give her.”

“Call it unrequited love then,” Xander laughs.

Rol nods and takes his place behind the reception desk. Though dusty, the desk is rather well kept. It had to be, Lyse wouldn’t tolerate disorder in his books. Next to the guest book is a golden metal bell. He pulls a cloth from beneath the counter and wipes down the surface. Why he doesn’t take a feather duster and see about the walls and couches too is a mystery.

Xander places his glass on the center table in front of him. As the evening sun hits, there’s a noticeable red hue throughout the lobby. No doubt caused by the position of the sun and the colour of the curtains.

A young man enters the lobby. Couldn’t be much older than Xander himself. He has on a black, hooded, sleeveless leather coat, over a long-sleeved white t-shirt with lightning on it. Ratty blue jeans and muddy, white high-top sneakers.

His hair is bleached and messy. It reaches just below his ears, and from the angle Xander is at, bangs obstruct his eyes. His facial structure is immaculate though. Sharp jaw and skin like milk. It wouldn’t be a stretch to suggest he was a modder.

He walks up to Rol’s desk and slaps the bell repeatedly.

Rol slaps the young man’s hand away from it and places his massive hand over it. “Can I help you?” He asks in an irritated tone. From his position on the couch, Xander snickers to himself.

The young man smiles and nods excitedly. “Yes! Yes you can. First off hi! How are you?” He asks. Rol doesn’t return his smile. Instead he sucks his teeth and stares at the young man, deadpan. “Ok…I see we’re a tough guy stereotype, fair enough. I’m looking for someone. Teenager, seventeen, kinda my age, Kazi beast wound. Red hair. Is there anyone here like that?”

Rol narrows his eyes glances quickly over at Xander before he focuses on the young man once more. “I might. Who’s lookin’ for him?”

The young man grimaces and scratches his chin. “Mmm, should I give my real name?” He asks himself. “Tell me something, are you aware of high profile people in the U.E.’s disappeared person directory?”

“No.” Rol shakes his head.

“Are you aware of all the wanted criminals in the U.E. criminal directory?” The young man asks.

“No.”

“Are you aware of all the U.E.’s noble houses?”

“No.”

The young man smiles. “Oh good! My name is Korrinophe Wensislauss Zolos. Pleased to meet you.”

Xanders ears tickle. That name…He hasn’t heard that name in years. He’s waited to hear that name for so long. The only problem is, that name is not supposed to come from that person. Xander knew Korrinophe Zolos. He grew up with him. For two years they were like brothers.

Korrinophe was there when he lost his right eye. He was there when the U.E. almost fell. He was there, for every escape, every stolen goodie. Every adventure. Some hotshot douche trying to claim his identity while looking for him? This person was either an assassin or just plain dense.

“Zolos? Like noble house Zolos?” Rol asks.

Korrinophe narrows his eyes at Rol. “I thought you said you didn’t know about the U.E. noble houses?”

Rol shrugs. “I don’t know all the inner drama but, I’d have to be a brain dead slug to not know who the Zolos’ are.” He leans over the desk and eyes Korrinophe up and down. “What does a Zolos want on Karboz?”

“It’s alright Rol.” Xander shouts. Korrinophe turns around and Xander waves at him. “He’s here for me.”

Korrinophe slaps Rol on his shoulder and hurries over to the couch on the opposite side of the center table. He take his seat, sitting upright. Not relaxed. Not tense. He grips the edges of the couch and rocks back and forth. “Hey Xander! It’s been some years huh?”

“Who are you?” Xander asks coldly.

Korrinophe sighs. “Yeah, yeah I know, I know. This body its…weird. It’s super handsome, people keep hitting on me.” He flicks the bangs out of his eyes and revealed gorgeous brown eyes. “The hair keeps getting in the way. I don’t like his style.”

Xander pulls out what looks like a black coin. Flicks it into the air with his thumb and catches it back. “You didn’t answer my question,” Xander says.

Korrinophe nods. “Yeah see I know I know. But it’s super long and complicated and we’re running on a clock here.”

Xander laughs. “Oh we definitely are, but I just had my oil. So let’s just say I’m feeling generous.”

Korrinophe narrows his eyes at Xander. His eyes fall on the glass on the center table. There’s drop of oil left in it. Korrinophe picks up the glass and dips his finger into it. He swipes his finger over his tongue and cringes.

“Ew! Goia oil!? I expected you to have an anti-venom fixation, but herbal remedies that slowly destroy your insides? Now even you are smarter than that.”

Xander laughs to himself. “People sure do have unique ideas for suicide these days.”

Korrinophe sets the glass down and his expression changes to a worried one. He winces and asks. “This is about to be a knife fight isn’t it?”

“Do you have a knife too?” Xander asks.

“Not exactly.” Korrinophe shakes his head.

“Then it’s just a murder. Not a knife fight.”

He clenches the coin in his hand and a black strap of leather, wraps itself around his wrist. Rol sighs and hits a button below his desk that generates a force field. Xander reaches around to his back and throws a six inch spear point knife, right at Korrinophe.

With lightning speed Korrinophe dodges the knife and jumps behind the couch. Xander leaps over the table and jumps on top of the couch. Another knife at the ready. He’s too late. Korrinophe has disappeared from behind the couch.

From behind him Korrinophe’s voice goes. “Ok, so I’ve never been good at conversation. You know that.” Xander turns around and he’s behind the other couch. “But if you give me five minutes, I’m pretty sure I can convince you I’m me.”

Xander smiles and steps down from the couch. He pulls the first knife from, throws it into the air and catches it back. Korrinophe smiles back. Thinking his friend is impressed with his movements, but that’s not the case. Xander spins and throws one of the knives at him.

Korrinophe quickly ducks behind a nearby column as the knife whizzes past. It sticks in the far wall instantly disappears. There’s silence for a moment, then Korrinophe hears buzzing. He checks himself, thinking he’s forgotten a phone of some sort, then it hits him. The reason the knife disappeared.

He dives away from the column, just before the knife bursts through the concrete and buries itself in the ground. A few seconds more and once again, it disappears. Korrinophe finally understands. The knife has a recall system built into it. Along with frequency alteration. One more look, if he could just get one more look.

He stands up and faces Xander down. “How were you able to get your hands on a frequency alternator, small enough and precise enough to get through concrete?” Korrinophe asks

Xander doesn’t answer. He spins once and throws the knife at him. Korrinophe is fast enough to catch it. He looks it over quickly and commits the features to memory. Platinum, serrated edge, cross hilt and black leather handle.

He waits for the knife to disappear. To go back to Xander, but it doesn’t. Instead, another knife plants itself in his chest. There’s an incessant buzzing from the blade as it burrows itself hilt deep then teleports back.

Xander waits for the screaming. For the chest clutching. He anticipates the pleading for his life. Instead, what he sees is as weird as it is amazing. Blood does flow from the wound and there is wincing and groaning from Korrinophe, but within seconds silver dust shoots out of the wound. It swirls into a mini tornado, closes the wound and cleans up the blood. It disappears as quickly as it appears, leaving no trace or sign of the grievous injury.

Korrinophe pats his chest where the wound was, nods then smiles.”Ahhh! You’ve gotten smarter.” He holds the other knife out to Xander with his right, while the silver dust appears and swirls into an exact replica in his left. “A decoy knife and a vibrating knife. Your target expects they’ll have a window of attack, when really the true knife is yet to come.”

“What…are you?” Xander asks.

“I already told you I’m Korrinophe!”

Xander throws the knife at him and he deflects it with the knife in his right. Before it hits the floor, it’s already back in Xander’s hand.

“Korrinophe Zolos was a chubby, freckle faced brunette. He had a burn scar of his left cheek and a gap tooth.” Xander gritted his teeth and tapped his right wrist. “Most of all…he’d never go anywhere without that damn Evertool he used to carry everywhere.”

Korinophe’s eyes light up and he jumps up and down happily while pointing at Xander with the left handed knife. “Oh! Oh! The omni-possible, ever fateful wrist companion, for the adventurer on the go. I remember that I remember! It was a six slot wristband with a broken AI. It had a grappling hook, a high powered laser, a stinger, I think I added a sword at one point, though I can’t remember exactly, how I fit it into my wrist.”

Xander scoffs. “It was a four slot wristband and the AI wasn’t broken, you made it that way!”

Korrinophe scratches his chin. “Oh yeah I did make it unpleasant on purpose. Why’d I do that?”

Xander takes Korrinophe’s moment of distraction and throws the knife once more. Korrinophe dodges but not before the knife grazes him. What proceeds from then on, is a deadly game of tennis. Xander throwing the knife. Korrinophe deflecting it and Rol executing various pained sighs, from behind the safety of his shield.

Eventually, Xander starts to tire. The back and forth is stressful, and the rush of adrenaline has aggravated his old wound. He holds his face and takes deep breaths.

“Damn it!” Xander exclaims.

Korrinophe throws the decoy knife away and turns the replica back into dust that disappears into him. “Hey, you alright?”

“Shut up!” Xander shouts.

He throws the knife one more time, but Korrinophe is prepared this time. He stretches his hands out and a cloud of the silver dust, engulfs the knife midair. Within seconds, the dust has formed into a giant silver ball that lands in Korrinophe’s arms.

Xander yanks his hand back and tries to summon the blade, but it won’t return. The device on his palm blinks red, the signal is transmitting, it’s just that the knife isn’t returning.

“Ha, ha!” Korrinophe laughs. He balances the ball on his left index finger and spins it. “Took a while to pinpoint the signal but sure enough! I got it!”

“How!? How are you blocking the signal to my recall?”

“My little ball here, is capable of all kinds of things.” Korrinophe laughs. He snaps his fingers and while spinning, the ball begins flashing different shades of neon and playing upbeat melodic music. Korrinophe thrusts his hips and wiggles his shoulders, in time with the music.

From behind him there’s a ding. The elevator at the back of the room opens, and out steps an older gentleman. On the cusp of middle age. He’s tall with firm cheekbones and a five o’ clock shadow. His hair is neatly combed and tucked behind his ear. He adjusts his tie and clears his throat. His eyes fall on Korrinophe, still dancing and unaware. Then Xander, whose mouth is agape and eyes widened.

“L-Lyse…” Xander stutters.

“Xander…” Lyse replies in a displeased tone.

Korrinophe nearly drops his ball, but catches it before it hits the ground. He turns around to see the less than pleased man glaring at him. He dissipates the ball and throws the knife over his back to Xander. Korrinophe dusts his hands off and with a smile on his face, marches toward Lyse, hand extended.

“Ah! Lyse Olliard! Pleasure to meet you! My name’s Korrinophe. I sent you a video message with a pretty enticing offer the other day.”

Lyse slaps his hand away and grabs him by the collar with both hands. “You! I told you never to contact me again!”

“Aaah!” Korrinophe exclaims. He holds his hand out and a gold bracelet forms in his hand. “For you my good sir.” He smiles.

Lyse looks at the bracelet and contemplates his next action. He pushes Korrinophe away and snatches the bracelet from him. From his red blazer, he pulls out a white pedometer like device and scans the bracelet. After a few moments, the device beeps three times then dings.

“This…this is real!” Lyse shouts. “How? The U.E. has control of every source of gold in existence. How were you able to get twenty four karats!?”

Korrinophe grins. “I’ll tell you, but first! Shouldn’t we move to better surroundings?’

Lyse grits his teeth. He hesitates for a minute. “Fine… my office.”

“Wait!” Xander shouts. “Lyse…you know him?”

Lyse turns and steps back into the elevator. “Know is…a relative term.” He hits a button to his left and the doors close.

Xander stands flabbergasted. Lyse Olliard. His idol. The man he’s looked up to since he found himself on this planet two years ago, knew this annoying stranger, wearing his best friends name.

“Aww what!?” Korrinophe shouts. He walks up to the elevator and bangs on the door. “That’s so rude! You could have waited for me and Xander to get in!”

“Hey!” Xander shouts. “The elevator is for Lyse’s use and Lyse’s use only.”

Korrinophe sighs and turns around. “Then how are we supposed to have a meeting?”

Xander groans and taps on a nearby wall. It slides down to reveal a flight of stairs. “You want to talk to Lyse? You walk up there like everyone else.”

Korrinophe shrugs and places his hands in his pockets. He makes his way to the foot of the stairs and stops. Without turning around he asks. “You coming?”

Xander grits his teeth, walks up to Korrinophe and pushes him forward. “Move!”

He laughs and hurries up the step, Xander not far behind.

Rol sighs and lets down his shield. He shakes his head and presses a button that once again seals the passage to the stairs. “ I hope he doesn’t make me clean this up later.” Rol groans.

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