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The Sax Pact (2P!Nyo!Austria x Male!Reader)

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_______________ had perched himself on a stage. Well not so much of a stage but more of the gazebo in town. He knew he could never do this in front of other people and for various reasons too. The first reason being, that he was the son of worldly renowned classical parents. His mother dedicated herself to the harp and his father to the violin and even his sister was a master at the flute. Personally, __________ loved the classical genre only because he was raised to; but in his heart, he loved jazz. He loved the rich variations of tone that came with playing it and everything in between. However, his father was very adamant about __________ following in the family’s footsteps and would destroy anything that wasn’t classical in nature. When he went to visit his aunt however, he learned that not only were there different styles of music but they were all very awesome in their own way. It was then he realized he had a strong affinity for the saxophone. His uncle suggested the young man to give it a try and it was from there __________ was hooked; he understood it much better than the piano. He remembered telling his family quite excitedly about his new found love but only to be given the choice of the clarinet or the piano. He chose the clarinet and it was only until they heard him playing jazz with it, when they took action and reverted him back to piano. Thankfully, the saxophone was the ONLY woodwind left in class when he had to choose and he began to practice every day at school and every weekend with his aunt and uncle. This year however, was the year where he began sneaking out of the house almost every night to play at a gazebo. That was when people began to talk about the “mysterious gazebo Jazz man”.

The people that came by loved the way he played, though they did not want to disturb him. Some had even left money in trees nearby while listening from afar; but tonight he could be himself. He removed his glasses while he happily played the way HE wanted to, as if he were born with the instrument that he loved. __________ began to play Chopin's Nocturne in a jazzy version. __________ no longer cared to follow the rules, he didn’t want to impress anyone, he didn’t need to make anyone happy; he was just happy to be himself. After finishing his set, he sighed then grabbed a bottle of water he brought with him and took a big refreshing gulp. That was when he heard it: applause.

__________ froze... He could have sworn he was alone! He looked up to see a girl with long dark hair, red eyes, and smiling at him from her place, a chair that she must have place while he was distracted by his music. She was wearing a bright red frock coat with a black lapel, and black knee high boots. He stared at her for a few moments until he recognized her from the academy as the LAST person he wanted to see that night. Fight or flight mode took over and he immediately grabbed his case and ran for it.

“H-Hey! Wait!”

__________ ran fast, threw everything into his car and sped off. He didn’t stop until he got home. He quickly got out, ran to the backyard and hid his saxophone in his secret hiding place: a small shed they owned. He scaled the water heater, unlocked is window and quickly undressed for bed. He could hear footsteps and immediately flew into his bed where he pretended to be asleep. His mother walked in and looked into the room. Ever since the doctor said he had an anxiety attack, she and his father opted to make sure he wasn’t doping up or anything because according to them “boys don’t have mental issues because men are stronger than that” so she make it a habit of searching his room and checking his arms and between his toes for track marks when she thought he was sleeping. After a quick sweep, she left. He sighed. He wasn’t worried about that now, __________ was more focused on that it WAS Rebecca and that she saw him. He groaned. He had nothing against her personally but she was everything he was supposed to hate. She was an uninhibited, untamed, unrefined, musical prodigy, besides him, who fancied rock. She put every person around her in their place and this was the only encounter they’ve had where he didn’t run away quickly away from her without her being close. No her favorite thing to do was to tease and mess with him resulting in him leaving in the other direction as quickly as he can. He sighed again, he was careless tonight, now everyone was going to know…

***

When _____________ got to the Academy, everything was normal. No one mentioned anything to him, everything seemed to be in order, and everyone talked about the mysterious sax player because in an Academy of Musicians that’s usually what people talked about. He grinned and retreated into the piano practice room. He cracked his knuckles, adjusted his glasses, and started playing Moonlight Sonata. He was on autopilot now. He knew this song forwards and backwards that it didn’t even matter for him to have to read the music. He quickly changed to Chopin’s Nocturne for a real challenge. He had to keep a low key now so he wouldn’t discovered.

“Hallo Häschen,” he froze. Rebecca was on the piano with her legs crossed. He didn’t even HEAR her come in. He lowered his head and went back to his playing. Maybe if he ignored her she would go away. He was finishing up his nocturne when the sheet music became blurry. She smirked and twirled his glasses.

“I need those to see,”

“Really? Didn’t look like it last night,” he froze and coughed.

“You have been mistaken for someone else,”

“Oh really?” she purred and moved his hair away looking into his (e/c) eyes with her red ones, “If I do remember, I saw a handsome little Hase blowing on his sax all night,”

“You’re mistaken!” she took off his classes and chewed on the tip.

“Really? I hope I didn’t. I love sax players, I love when they caress that instrument in their strong hands, how they hold in their embrace as though it was the curves of a woman,” she leans in close, “You kind of wonder, why are they called sax players in the first place. Let’s see if we can find that out together, Häschen?” He blushed badly, got up and looked at her. He quickly found his voice in him and once again fight or flight took over.

“Madame please! You are mistaken in whatever you event you thought you saw last night. Good day!” he walked briskly to the door. However he didn’t make it out of the room.

“Häschen! Look out!” before he slammed face first into the door, knocking himself out. When he came to, he was in the nurse’s office with an ice pack on his face. He groaned as he slowly sat up. He was greeted to Rebecca smiling at him. He groaned and laid by down.

“What did I do to deserve this?”

“Be grateful she was there to help you!” said the nurse, “You slammed into that door hard and Becky was kind and strong enough to haul your sorry carcass back here,”

“I-I’m grateful! It’s just I didn’t see that door...”

“Whatever, your father’s here,” she walks over and spoke to his father from outside the infirmary, “You can see him now,” his father was a huge man. He towered over him a few good feet and although he made his living with music, he had the body and strict soul of a military sergeant.

“Did he scramble his brain?” the nurse giggled.

“No, he’s fine, just knocked out for a bit,”

“What about his hands?”

“They’re fine,”

“Good, he can go back to class. He still needs to practice his fingering. His last performance was an embarrassment to our family’s name,” ____________ shifted uncomfortably, “Maybe if he didn’t have his head in the clouds and knuckle down he could get something done!” the nurse sensed he needed a father/son moment made herself scarce. Father glared at him, “Tell me, why did I see a fucking saxophone in your car and don’t you dare fucking lie to me,”

“Oh that I—,”

“Häschen! You found my sax!” Rebecca got up and hugged him tightly, “I’ve been looking for it for ages and Amelia told me you had in your car! I’m sorry I didn’t get it when I could! You’re always practicing in those stuffy rooms. I didn’t want to disturb you!” Father seemed to accept the response.

“Man up and get back to class. Last month’s ten was this month’s two,”

“Yes sir,” he left and closed the door. ___________ sighed, “You saved my saxophone,”

“You’re a natural at it and I would be a shame for you to lose your right hand. Now we can talk about my payment,”

“Your what?”

“You think I’m going to keep your secret without you giving me something in return? This isn’t some after school special Häschen,” he frowned

“What do you want?”

“To keep my silence about your nightly escapades and your saxophone from your family, you’re going to be my little Häschen. You’re going to have all kind of happy fun with me and trust me,” she said whispering into his ear and gently blowing into it, “We’re going to have a lot of fun,”

“And what if I refuse?”

“Trust me, you won’t. And your Häschen duties begin now. You’re not going into that fuckin’ practice room; you’re going to have lunch with me off campus. My treat of course,” he looked a bit confused. She smirked. He glared. She smiled. He sighed and got up. She giggled and linked arms with him and snuggled into his arm. He reddened. He had to admit, she was kind of cute at times.
Second Day! :heart: 

Here's my first 2P!Nyo!Austria aka Rebecca and Male!Reader fic. I've been playing with Nyos again and thought about Roderick and his Reader's relationship and making it into genderbend. There may be more of these two in the future but here they are officially! As always enjoy and forgive the mistakes! 

Male!Reader's Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=t12qDw…

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Aw it's soooooo cute!!!!!!