#hitchariide

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BasicallyIDoWrk: I fucking hate you guys!

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Wildcat: Good luck out there but you're dead!

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Yo, I love that Schmeg now knows Hitch likes him. Lol. And Hitch is willing to fight Terroriser. xD More fanfic for me to write. :)

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BBS Fic: Flustered

• Inspired by something Hitch said to Basically about Shmeg. :)

Fandom: They’re not really of the BBS, but they are in one of the members server, so...currently, I’ll just consider it a BBS Fic.

Wc: 736.

Ch: Miltontpike1 (Shmeg the Sorcerer.) Hitchariide. (Hitch x Schmeg)

Disclaimer: Fanfiction. Not edited.

Warning: Pining. Mild romance. Laughing. Fainting.

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Hitch wasn’t sure why he felt this way, but when he sat on the bench in the courtroom, listening to Terroriser’s boring ass explanation of who killed who. He couldn’t seem to ignore the oddness of Schmeg the Sorcerer’s complimentary bullshit speech he was giving to everyone, and ended up attracted to him. He even mentioned this to Basically during break between the hearings.

He had never really felt much for anyone until that moment, and he thought it could possibly be the cult-influence that the others had. He joined in as best he could, but the warmth in his face, and the absolute giddiness he felt flowing through him wouldn’t lessen when he stared at Shmeg. 

After the second court hearing was over and everyone wandered off to do whatever the hell they did. Hitch was careful and awkwardly walking towards Shmeg who was always standing at the top of the staircase where he’d look down at his subjects.

“Ah, hello, Hitch, have you come to speak to dear old Shmeg,” the Sorcerer spoke in his almost high pitch voice, although it sounded as if it were coming out of some kind of microphone. Apparently, Hitch learned that Shmeg was an actual Sorcerer and he was incredibly powerful that no one bothered to test his patience.

Hitch bowed slightly, also learning that the cult-like influence was making them seem more obedient for a random looking man that was wearing a hood. There was even the chanting and mass group activities, but nonetheless, Hitch didn’t mind.

“Yes, I’m here to speak to you, I...uh…” Hitch’s thoughts became a blur, and he was a little afraid of what he wanted to actually ask Schmeg. He knew he wanted to stay close and look at him, but other than that, nothing else really came to mind.

“I’m waiting,” Schmeg said, his voice echoing off the walls, and his gaze hidden by the dark cloak was upon him intently.

Hitch pulled at his collar and chuckled softly to himself, but then the room began to grow darker, and he couldn’t even speak until he lost his footing, and hit the floor. He heard a gasp before his eyes closed.

When they opened, he was on his back and staring up at Schmeg who was knelt beside him.

“Are you alright, Hitch?” Schmeg asked him, tilting his head to the side. He had a hand hovering over his stomach, and there was a bit of warmth there. When he began to move his hand up toward Hitch’s face, it stayed near his forehead before pulling away.

“I’m...okay, sorry about that,” Hitch said, sitting up. He wasn’t so dizzy or flushed, and he actually felt better. “What did you do to me?”

Shmeg chuckled. “Oh, I healed you of your ailment, of course.”

Ailment?

“I’m not sick.”

“Well, whatever made you faint was the ailment in question, so I healed it.”

Hitch stared at Shmeg, unsure of what he was supposed to say to that. He was still a little flustered now that Shmeg was so close, but it wasn’t like he can simply heal away how he felt.

“If you’re okay, I should be going back to my station.” Shmeg was about to start laughing again, a nervous kind of laugh with enough control to stop, but Hitch had reached out and grabbed a hold of his sleeve before he could.

Hitch’s eyes widened at what he had done. His heart was beating rapidly inside his chest, while his thoughts were reeling at what he was meant to do now.

“I’m sorry, Shmeg.” Hitch let go of Shmeg’s sleeve and bowed his head. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Ah, well, maybe you’re still…” Shmeg placed a gloved hand against Hitch’s forehead, pushing back a bit of his hair, and hummed quietly. “I see, your ailment is not an ailment at all.” He laughed again, his voice growing high pitched before lowering down.

Hitch blinked at that once Shmeg pulled away. “I...forgot why I’m here, I’m sorry, I should be going.”

Schmeg chuckled. “You didn’t forget. How about I come with you, and spend a few hours away from the court room. I’m sure the others will be fine without dear old Schmeg.”

Hitch’s cheeks were becoming warm before he started to nod, the both of them got to their feet and headed out of the courtroom.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Banana Bus Squad Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: miltontpike1/Hitchariide, Marcel | BasicallyIdoWrk/Scotty | fourzer0seven Characters: miltonpike1, hitchariide, basicallyidowrk, FourZer0Seven, Legiqn Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Roleplay/Roleplay Adaptation, Mages, Curses, Magic, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Cute, Swearing, Awkward Flirting, First Kiss, Surprise Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Male Slash, Fluff, Healing, Comfort, Not Beta Read Summary:

Schmeg is cursed to burn in the sun, but with help from his friends, he's able to escape it under a waterfall.

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