Gyro x Reader: “I Hate You Too”
“No!” You whined. He pulled your blanket away maliciously. You kicked your legs at him.
“Hey!” He pulled you up by the arm. “Time to ride sleeping beauty.”
“I’m not a beauty, but I am sleeping, so leave me alone.” Gyro groaned.
“Hey, Johnny, come on. We’re leaving. Again.” Johnny merely nodded in agreement.
This was not an unusual occurrence. Sometimes you would get stubborn when Gyro pushed you around, and so you pushed back. Then you would get several extra minutes of sleep, and catch right back up with them on the road. They’d roll their eyes, annoyed, but amazed at how you managed to rejoin them so quickly.
Of course it helped that your stand let you actually communicate telepathically with your sleek silver horse, Iron Maiden. You had always loved riding through the fields, the forest, anywhere Maiden was willing to run. Gyro and Johnny always acted like your gift was an unfair advantage, but you felt you had deserved the awards you had won so far in the race.
You rubbed Iron Maiden’s mane as you burst past the two men.
“Glad you made it!” Gyro drawled sarcastically.
“I hate you too, Gyro!” You cackled, leading your horse in a wide circle to join their pace.
Over the day you would eventually warm up to each other, but you thought it was funny how Gyro always seemed to act pissed in the morning. Johnny was generally nice to you, my maybe Gyro was just threatened by your competition, although you always told him to relax because you were just “along for the ride.” (he laughed the first time you told that joke, but eventually he became just as annoyed as Johnny)
After a long day and almost no progress made with the corpse parts, you lay your bags down next to each other in preparation for a cold night. Gyro gathered firewood, while you and Johnny put up the horses.
“So… I have a strange question.”
“Huh?” You looked up from tending to your mare.
“Well, do you like Gyro?”
“Of course! He’s really great rider–”
“That’s not what I mean.” He gave you a knowing look. You, however, were clueless.
“What do you mean?” You squatted to get onto his level, as though it would somehow help you understand. What exactly he was saying. He sighed, visibly irritated.
“Are you romantically interested in Gyro Zeppeli?” You paused, taking in his words.
“What?” You asked again, confused. Johnny groaned. “No, I,” you stuttered “I understand what you’re asking, but,” The words would have refused to leave your mouth even if you did know what to say.
It wasn’t that you were averse to the idea of romance. Actually, you quite liked the idea. You just never thought anyone would like you.
But Gyro? No, he was your best friend, even if he hated you sometimes. Besides, he probably wasn’t attracted to you. He seemed like the kind of guy to go for sexy seductresses. Right?
You remained silent as Gyro returned with the kindling, sneaking a glance at him now and then he set up the campfire. He was quite handsome, even if oddly dressed. You couldn’t deny that he was charming, humorous, skilled… But, did that mean you just admired him? Or did you feel more?
“(Y/n), scootch in a bit, it’s freezing!”
Gyro lay on his cot, sandwiched in between you and Johnny, huddling for warmth. You curled away from him, stiff and rigid in your discomfort. However, in his own discomfort, he turned on his side and wrapped his arm around your stomach. You almost squeaked.
Eventually you were able to drift off to sleep, though your body still tender every time you felt his touch
Suddenly, you bolted upright, panting. The sun had not yet risen, and the sky glowed a beautiful indigo color. But your mind was still focused on the dream.
Soft warm lips pressed against your neck, dexterous fingers running through your hair, a soft and sultry voice whispering your name.
You glanced over at Gyro as a heat spread across your cheeks. His long eyelashes, his shapely mouth parted slightly, revealing just a glint of gold. You rolled your eyes. He was such an idiot. A beautiful idiot.
You tossed the blanket aside, springing up to your mare. Maiden could tell that something was bothering you. You patted her mane assuring her it wasn’t anything bad. But she pressed on in her inquiry. Finally, you rolled your eyes.
She whinnied with laughter and you playfully nudges her, warning her. not to wake the boys.
Now, come on, I need to wash up.
Iron Maiden lowered her neck to let you mount, carrying you off to a nearby stream. Hopefully Gyro and Johnny wouldn’t awake before you got back.
You leapt off of her back and onto the shore of the stream. Thankfully, it originated from a warm spring and the water was clear and clean. You left your boots and clothes under a tree, asking Maiden not to wander too far so she could keep an eye on your belongings and your privacy.
You shivered as your toe touched the flowing water, but slowly made your way into its current. In a swift motion, you dunked your head into the stream, in an effort to wake up your body and clear your mind.
You needed a moment to refocus on the race as you scrubbed the grime and dirt off your skin. Even after you had cleaned up, you remained for a long while. Then, slowly, you began to ease yourself out of the warm water, prepared for the long day’s ride ahead of you.
Suddenly, you paused, recognising the voice immediately. You hurried out of the water as you hear Iron Maiden’s whinny of warning.
“(Y/n)! There you a–” He froze, just as he leapt out of the bushes. The water concealed your hips downward. But your top remained exposed. His lips rounded in an expression of shock and amazement. You were paralysed for a moment, just before you grabbed at your chest, and stumbled backwards.
“I… Umm… Sorry, I couldn’t find you,” He kept eye contact.
“Go away!” You crouched until the water hid your entire figure, face burning red with embarrassment.
“Dammit, sorry!” He turned around, rubbing his neck.
“We just didn’t find you and I panicked and–” His head slipped to look over his shoulder.
“TURN AROUND!” you yelled, pants halfway up your legs. He shot back forward, remaining silent until you were fully clothed.
Your body still trembling, despite your best efforts to remain collected, you called you to Gyro.
“Y-You can look now. I’m d-decent.”
He whipped around, looking at you with a curious gaze. As he strode over to meet you, he began to bring his arms out for an embrace. But he hesitated, color rising to his face.
Had he really seen… all of you? Did he care? Did this ruin any chances you had, or… had he enjoyed it?
“Gyro,” Your fingers began to fidget as you looked down. Oh god, how would you explain this to him? If you didn’t tell him now it would consume your thoughts throughout the entire day, you wouldn’t be able to ride, to keep up. But how do you tell him?
“I have a strange question…” You began.
“Does it have to do with why you ran away?” His voice was raised now in slight frustration.
“Umm, yeah. Kind of.” You paused, taking a step closer. You were close enough to reach out and touch him. But you didn’t dare.
“Why? What the hell were you thinking?” he stammered. He was gradually losing his composure. But you couldn’t tell what emotion he was trying to conceal. Was he angry, or scared, or concerned, or… excited?
“Do you, are you,” You took a shaky breath. “Are you romantically interested in me?!” You had meant for it to be a gentle inquisition, but your shaky voice turned it into an abrupt shout. You didn’t dare look at his face.
“What?” He seemed confused now. You sighed in frustration, knowing he probably hadn’t even considered you in that sort of way.
“I, umm, please don’t take this the wrong way, but,” Here it was, “I never thought about you that way–” You turned on your foot to flee, tears already coming to your eyes.
“Wait! Let me finish!” He grabbed your hand. “I n-never thought about you like that,” was he nervous? “Until right now, actually,”
You slowly, lifted your head to gaze at him intently.
“Oh crap, now you’re just gonna think I’m a pervert,”
“I know you are,” You taunted him, despite your still raging nervousness. His face was growing exceedingly red.
“You… You’re beautiful. I’m sorry, it’s just, your riding gear covered you up–”
“Gyro I understand if you just want me as a friend, but you don’t have to tease me like that.”
“But, I really think… I think I want you to be more. You’re my friend, but you’re more–” suddenly, he blurted out.
“Is this what love is? I adore you and I admire you. You’re hilarious and talented. And then you annoy the crap out of me and I hate you so much. But I still need to hold you, to hug you, to feel your reassuring embrace– Merda, and now you’re making me spout crappy poetry!” He ended his rant, panting slightly, face crimson with rage and embarrassment and confusion. But you loved it.
Before he could catch his breath, you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. His lips were firmer than they had been in your dream, but quickly kissed you back with force. His arms clasped your waist, pulling your hips to his as you gasped. Your chest pressed against his firm torso as you felt him moan. Your fingers slid past his cheekbones and into his long, slick hair. They ran up against his scalp to the back of his neck, rubbing up under his hat. You could tell that he wanted to go even further as his lips parted slightly and his tongue slipped out. However, you pulled away for just a moment. Though your hips remained glued together, he whimpered slightly at the separation.
“Gyro, please,” You panted between breaths. “Don’t kiss me like this if you don’t feel anything for me.”
“Ok.” he grinned cheekily before bringing his lips to yours for a second time. Your body filled with warmth as you acknowledged this affirmation. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, leaning you back and almost literally sweeping you off your feet. Instead you fell backwards onto the trunk of a tree behind you, as he pinned you against the bark. He took the opportunity to bite your lip playfully, and you smirked at his aggressiveness. His tongue slipped between your lips as his hand ran up your back. His other hand slid down further. You almost wanted to slap his hand back, but you were enjoying it too much. One of your hands reached down to grab at his chest as he gasped. He fiddled with the hem of your shirt, and this time you broke away.
“You first,” you whispered. He smirked at your command, shedding his cape as you pulled his shirt over his head. His hat fell to the ground in the process, but was ignored as you attacked his neck. You bit roughly and could swear you heard him squeak. You sucked at his supple skin before gliding your tongue down to his collarbone. Your hands continued to roam up and down his chest, tickling, squeezing. He moaned out your name, and it amused you just how much you were pleasing him. But you still desired his own lips against yours. You kissed him again, with more force, as one of your legs sneaked up to wrap around his waist and grind into his hips. However, he attacked your breast just as viciously. Your breathing was shallow as kissed any skin that your top exposed. His hands slid down to viciously grasp your ass.
“Well, looks like I am gonna place first after all! Bye guys!” You heard a as whinny Gyro and you immediately turned to see Johnny riding off through the forest.
“DAMMIT!” The two of you quickly gathered your things and jumped on your horses without hesitation. Within a minute you had caught up with Johnny, but Gyro was still straggling behind a bit.
He cursed as he struggled to put his shirt on while simultaneously steering Valkyrie.
“Serves you right, you pervert!” You teased him as you sped ahead.
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