(┛✧Д✧))┛ fem reader as yae miko part 2
She and the team reunited with bam and they begin react to the top of the tower together 🤝
She meet him before when he still known as viole
🤔 (its up to you she already know his true identity is bam or not)
Love triangle ❤ (khun-reader-bam)
Romantic & one-shot
Rivalry or... Slavery?
Where two regulars over the moon over one sly fox, unaware of the mere fact she had known of their adorable crush.
She knows.
It was a mistake, it was an accident. Everything that occurs, that rebellion, that happened at this split second. Baam for once, regretted going out to fulfill his mission. She knows.
The familiar outfit, the way her hair ornaments created the faintest ring. It filled his senses, filled the void in Baam's mind. She knows.
There's no doubt that Y/n is aware of Baam identity. Standing right up ahead of him, looking down at him with squinted eyes. She knows.
The question of all; if she was paying attention, why didn't he say a single thing? It brought anxiety to Baam, the trembling in his fingertips and the way he subconsciously lowered his head, too clear to read, too obvious for him to know. The same kind of action, that becomes a habit whenever he turns to a stuttering, embarrassed or nervous mess in front of her. Baam was crushed, having no defenses or walls to match his facade.
"I…" Baam anticipated what she wanted to say.. Will she show her gratitude in knowing he's been alive this entire time? Will she ask the reason for his departure? Or will she get straight to the point and ask why is he in an organization such as FUG?
"I cannot believe my eyes." His bangs got in the way, but Baam was more than aware to notice. That is Y/n looking at him with the usual kind of puzzling smile.
"...What an eyesore to witness."
"—!!"
Baam raised his head, perplexed. An eyesore? Him? Of all the people out there, he would never have guessed there would be a day where Y/n would call him an eyesore. Because, if he reconsidered, he would always be called a breath of fresh air, someone she adored and who could refresh her mind with his presence. So, why? Why the sudden change of mind?
Why was she looking at him with disapproval and disappointment?
Baam wouldn't mind, if others would look at him with an unusual feeling of hostility. It was a different story, however, a different kind of story when it came to her. Y/n wasn't someone who showed her displeasure clearly, she would hide it behind mocking smiles and venomous comments. On the other hand, when she blatantly shows it all, the emotions she expresses mean she doesn't take things lightly.
It shows how betrayed Y/n L/n was. The head priestess showed an insignificant number of emotions at once, pouring out the emotions she was holding back.
"Viole, wasn't it? It somehow fits you and your ragged appearance. I wonder from which waste did you come from?" Y/n didn't mean to hide it. She boldly stated it, she showed her dissatisfaction with the path that Baam had taken. The path he must take, whether he likes it or not.
"It was such a regretful meaning for both you and me. Shame, truly. I expected a lot more coming from you. Have you stooped so low in a matter of 9 years?" Behind that malicious comment, lies a message for him. Not Viole, not the slayer, but Baam.
"...I don't underst—"
"Oh please, I may look like a fool to you, but Aguero and the others are possibly bigger fools than I am. Do you expect me to believe there's no dead body found despite the fact a regular… No, an irregular has been announced dead?" Y/n giggle, hand moving faintly in front of her lips.
Baam cannot tell what to say. Everything, every single word and syllable stuck in his throat. He cannot argue, he was stupefied, he was done for. The threat, the one thing that refrain him from meeting with them all, is because he’s afraid. Afraid of what the FUG may do to his friends.
“...I do not understand your choice, and I never wish to know.” Y/n turned around, walking off, away from his presence. Baam didn’t like any of this. The way she turned around, facing her back brought back unpleasant memories. Don’t leave. Stay. Baam for once warded off FUG's threat, trying to catch up to the figure.
“Y/–!!”A lightning bolt struck where he took a step, losing an inch of his figure. Bam staggered back, his eyes wide, confused by the familiar lightning. But, as he reflexively raised his head, he finally met an unfamiliar pair of eyes. She held a spear in her hand, her braided hair in the wind. The same style of clothing, the same type of power, and the aura they emitted.
And behind her, stood a pair of blonde haired twins, glaring scornfully at Baam, before they set out to follow Y/n from behind. It was as if they were her loyal followers, who were ready to help and support her. Likewise, the figure blocking Baam's path, stopping him on the spot, giving a warning that this was Y/n's own will, and he couldn't make up her mind.
In fact, Baam was not given the choice to decide. Not when Y/n is more than aware — He’s easy to be manipulated.
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It has been a year, a year after that encounter and not once had she felt the slightest bit regretful. Y/n found it a bit refreshing? It's complicated to describe, or maybe her personality is much more complex than most people know. To put it simply, she may or may not regret one thing, namely the lack of information from the notorious dangerous organization that caused chaos in the tower.
Y/n chuckled, leaning back in her chair, hands resting on the armrests and legs crossed to the sides. “I see, you have recruited another regular? I hope he is capable in his field, Aguero." A sneer on the other end of the phone was enough to answer her comment.
Khun watched the black sphere in silence, the one thing that kept the two relationships. A long-distance communications. How to put it? He was sure that day, he was absolutely confident that Y/n would entirely oblige his decision and come up with a solution. A solution he had predicted, whereas she will traverse the tower along with the others. Quite the exception for both Khun and Rachel.
And here she was, somewhere else, out of sight of others. Creating another group of their own, consisting of people outside their league. A bunch of deviant people who came from outside the tower and might as well be out of this world. Khun had no idea how exactly she had come across this kind of talented and otherworldly people. What he noted was a plausible reason that this sneaky fox had more connections than he expected.
Khun was distraught, restless by the distance. Unlike the others, they truthfully informed their condition and whereabouts, completely opposite of Y/n who remained closed and isolated. "Ah, before I long forgotten." Khun tapped his finger on the oak table, humming, indicating he was listening to what Khun had to say. "Pass my message to Rachel."
His finger hung, stilled by the air, frowning deeply at the mention of the freckled woman. "...What is it?"
"It has been quite some time since we've met. I do hope in the upcoming future, I could come and visit you myself. If that time truly comes, let us enjoy our moment of leisure and talk to our heart's content." Khun frowned deeply after hearing that. He didn't mind delivering this message, but somehow, the thought of Y/n's assumption that Rachel was an acquaintance left a bitter taste on his tongue.
"Are you sure it's for her and not for me?"
"Certainly. We've wasted most of our time conversing and exchanging information, no? have to say, it's a daily thing between the two of us. I've told you many times, no need to be ashamed. Admit it, You're hopeless without me." Khun rolled his eyes, the end of his lips curled up.
"I'd rather say you're the one who's tied to me." The laughter that rang by his ear always was a melody, his own personal kind of music record. One that he wants to replay over and over again. Till the end of time.
"Shame, if I were too attached to you, I would've been sticking close by your side at this second." Khun rested his head on his hands, listening intently to what she had to say. "But, it seems like it is only something you daydream of."
"Who knows."
"I know." Y/n smiled sweetly, taking the exact hint of what he meant secretly. She wondered what she was going to do about it. In fact, she could use it to his advantage.
Y/n turned her gaze to the figure standing in the doorway, a blonde figure with long hair in a braid, with a towel slung over his shoulders. Indicating the fact that he had finished his training session, he lifted his head, pointed indirectly outside the room, trying to draw her attention elsewhere.
"...Ah, Aguero. I'll talk to you tomorrow, it seems like I have another duty to perform." There was silence, the bluenette didn't say a word about why. Instead, he was curious, this task he had mentioned so many times; what exactly is it?
"Y/n, one of these day you need to tell us about your exac—"
"Farewell, tell others I've done pretty well." Y/n hung up the call, abruptly cutting his words off. "He's a curious person, isn't he?" He asked his leader, noticing how her ears twitched at what he said.
"...For sure. Now, what seems to be the problem?"
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A pant escaped through one lips, the way they rushed out to take a sharp corner, adrenaline pumping in through their blood cells. They seem to be running away from something. This is something that speaks of threat and danger toward the said person.
"Caught you."
"—?!"
A mighty roar of electricity rumbled, assailing the desperate figure. The hood fell down from their head, body tumbling forward as they laid face first on the ground. A groan was evident from the way they lay pitifully.
"I'll give you a round of applause for your courageousness." A sound that echoed down the empty hallway, the click of a heel, added a bit of horror.
"In fact, you are still as naive as ever. Do you really think you can outrun a fox in a hunting game?" In the darkness, a lock of a bright pink hue immediately appeared, the priestess gown filled with the elegant drawing of a sakura tree and lastly, dark eyes, staring in front of the fallen victim.
"And I always pray for your downfall….Rachel." Initiative, the freckled woman lifted her head, bit the inside of her lips and gritted her teeth. Y/n lifted her head, amused. That one look of hatred and vengeance, uniting the dim—bad eye color, daring to glare at its prey without knowing the hunting hierarchy.
Y/n sighed, shaking her head in obvious disappointment. She stopped right in front of Rachel, who remained on the ground, just like she should have started. A Verify Kagura materialized, hovering above her hand, the bells adorning the catalyst shining brightly. It means only one and nothing more. Meaning, her Sesshou Sakura had surrounded Rachel's body in a triangular shape, ready to strike another purplish lightning bolt.
"Does it hurt? You poor, poor, poor thing. What should I do? Spare you mercy?" Y/n laughed faintly, hands swinging in front of her lips, head tilted to the side. "Shame, you don't deserve such a thing." She smiled contentedly, her arms crossed under her chest.
"Now, while the others are busy in an all-out war, what should I do with you?"
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There was the sound of hurried footsteps, the pounding of heels on the floor and shoes hitting the concrete. From afar, everyone could see a certain flash of pink and brown, with pink in front and brown behind.
"Y/n—!!"
"Do not follow me."
Ignoring her warnings, Baam continued to follow Y/n like a stray puppy. This fox seems to be in big trouble, what problems might you ask? Of course, getting tackled down from the obvious explanation.
Y/n already aware of the reason. Rather she immediately figures it out on the spot with a couple of threats and manipulating here and there. But, she wouldn't dare to spill it to Baam. Because she really enjoyed the situation at hand, where he seemed desperate to clean up his past mistakes and even his name, he was eaten up by his self-conscious guilt.
Ah, Baam must've forgotten of her sadistic tendencies.
"Ah…" However, today's victim alone isn't Baam entirely. There's more guests in this fox daily shenanigans. Y/n fastening up her pace, practically running at her normal speed, which is abnormal in the eyes of a regular. Only an irregular could've caught her at this point, and luck certainly bloomed on Baam side for once.
"Aguero~"
Khun perked up, hearing a familiar call from his name. He turned his head around, facing the direction on where exactly he had heard of it. However, what he sees is a bundle of fluffed up pink, using his head a leverage to leap up the air. As he is about to comment, or prefer to call it, criticizing her action. Baam crashes right into him, falling to catch Y/n who has transformed into a fox and uses Khun as a way to escape. The two tumbling down the ground, in a domino effect, with Khun falling first thing first and Baam following shortly after.
The two boys grunt in pain, looking ahead at each other. One look in annoyance and the other look rather apologetic. Y/n snicker at the sight, giggling in her fox form and watched it all happen, giddy-ly. Hence, they switched attention to the girl they oh-so-dearly-loved, ignoring the fact she enjoyed playing around with them. Khun and Baam falling in love with her is just a cherry on top.
"Dear me, if you were so attracted to one another, you should've stop chasing after m—"
"...Form…"
"Pardon me?"
Khun pointed toward her direction, eliciting a noise of confusion. "Baam tried to say… You show your fox form at last." Y/n sit there by the concrete floor, carefully taking his words into account, tails swishing from left to right and squinted eyes stare at the two. That's when the realization gnawed on her like daylight.
"Oh."
Y/n is sure she won't be hearing the last of it. However, she is certain, as long as they're whipped put for her, she'll find a way to get this into her own advantage. The two might be a rival to one another, but for Y/n Guiji? They're two undeniably loveable fools that she could command around.
