So. I woke up to a guest review this morning on Chapter 19 or something (Newlyweds - BixCo, I believe) of this collection. It was something along the lines of, "You shouldn't dump your shitty stories here." Well, that was exactly what it said. Anyway, this is why I moderate the guest reviews. Also, I will continue to post my shitty stories here because I feel like it.
But whatever. I'm sure it made them feel good to put someone else down. Anyway, have some shitty BixCo everyone else, because I felt like it (and it's been sitting in my inbox for like four months).
Prompt: "You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."
Lightheaded
Whenever Freed started talking about runes, Bickslow usually tuned out. So when Laxus told Freed about the Jutsu Shiki he'd cast, and Freed turned into a proud, doting parent, Bickslow rolled his eyes and began to focus on something else. Evergreen straight up just walked away, muttering nerds under her breath.
He paid attention to the babies, only patting one of them under his cloak as he kept his ears open to see if there was something else more mildly interesting going on. The poor souls were a little worse for wear, but they'd been through worse. A little bit of rest and they'd be completely fine, along with everyone else.
"I can't tell if I'm going to pass out or vomit on you…"
Bickslow looked up and over his shoulder, seeing the majority of Crime Sorcière gathered just behind him. He hadn't even known they were there until that moment, but like every other time their respective teams and guilds had run into each other in Fiore, Bickslow was kind of glad to see them. He liked messing with Cobra. And Meredy was a good pranking partner. Of course though, they'd always been sworn to secrecy by the Mystogan-looking-dude (Bickslow could never remember his name for some reason), so no one but them knew about their occasional run-ins in the forests.
He guessed that it had been Cobra saying he was going to pass out or vomit on one of them, at least by the voice, but then Cobra began to waver slightly and stagger slightly. Bickslow moved just in time to slide down onto his knees and catch him, just so he didn't hit his head on the pavement. Judging by the confused expressions on the rest of their faces, Bickslow figured it was safe to assume that Sorano and Macbeth hadn't had any intentions of catching him.
He let Cobra down gently onto the floor after a moment, right as he seemed to become conscious again. Opening his eye, Cobra was sure he'd died and gone to hell, because by under no circumstances would Fairy Tail's stupid Seith mage be the first thing he had to see in heaven - or the real world, for that matter.
"You good?" Bickslow asked. Sorano crouched down on Cobra's other side, looking mildly worried for a first.
"What happened?" Cobra wondered. He didn't exactly want to ask, but he kind of wanted to know what the fuck had happened to have him on the ground in the middle of the street.
"You fainted," Bickslow answered. He couldn't help the way the corners of his mouth lifted into a wide grin. "Straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes."
Cobra groaned and tried sitting up. "Oh, fuck off."
"Aw, that's not a very nice way to treat someone who just stopped you from hitting your head on the concrete."
"I wish I did." If that was the real world, then hell would most definitely be a better option. Macbeth and Sorano helped him to his feet, holding him steady for good measure. Cobra nervously glanced between the rest of his guild and the still grinning Seith mage, mumbling then, "But… Thank you, I guess…" Maybe hitting his head wouldn't have been a better alternative. Meredy and Richard had been getting on his case about using his manners more anyway.