N's Cricfics
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“Of course I’m not fucking okay with dying!” Marcus bursts out. “I don’t have any other fucking option, Pete! I want to live, I want to win the World Cup, I want to see us win the fucking Ashes, I want—And no, no I don’t want to make anyone feel fucking guilty about not loving me like that. That’s horrible.”
Hazel eyes glitter. “You say anyone as if it’s never been the one person on this bloody planet who you’ve always been in love with.”
Marcus’ breath hitches hard in his chest and it has nothing to do with the roots strangling his lungs. He’s been avoiding this. He swallows heavily. “Pete—”
“Stoin, he deserves to know.”
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Or, blue roses, concerned friends and a broken heart refusing to be healed. Oh, and someone gets punched. For the drama.
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- Part 1 of N's Cricfics
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“What happened with you and Mitch?”
Josh snorts. “You mean you didn’t hear it from him? Bloody likely, that.”
“I never heard it from you.”
“Pat.”
A sigh. “Why are you doing this? You told him you feel nothing for him, nothing, Josh. Why lie to his face?”
Look at me. Look at me and tell me you feel nothing, Mitch had said.
And Josh had.
Pat’s eyes are pleading, deep blue and questioning, confused. Guilt crawls up Josh’s throat, fluttering there like a hummingbird’s wings. He looks away from his best mate’s face and down at the hands he had subconsciously curled into his pants.
“Doesn’t matter,” he mutters.
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Or, Josh lies to Mitch about his feelings for him because he's terrified he isn't good enough, Pat walks a fine line between his two best mates, and JL really thinks he knows but he really doesn't.
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- Part 2 of N's Cricfics
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Kane grunts as his back hits the concrete wall, pulling Kez in between his legs. He hums, lips soft, as the kiss smoulders between them like the dying embers of a wildfire.
“A sugar daddy?” Kez murmurs into the heated air between them as he shifts away to breathe. Their deep, panting breaths echo in the stairwell they’d ducked into in the aftermath of a strategy meeting. “That’s what they’ve decided on?”
Kane kisses the corner of his mouth, the divot of his chin and noses into the dimple that deepens beneath him as he sighs out a breath, Kez’s smile helpless. “Mm,” he mumbles. “Some wrinkled old bloke with too much money and obsessed with your pretty smile.”
Kez’s huffed laughter tastes like him and fading spearmint gum when Kane catches his mouth again, savouring the way fingers spasm on his neck with a hint of rounded nails and relishing the little hitched breath that sticks in Kez’s throat.
“Aren’t you?” Kez asks, voice low like dark velvet, teasing. "Obsessed with my smile?"
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Alternatively, the one where Kane can't stop buying Kez things, the squad assumes Kez has a posh English sugar daddy, and Kane may just die before Kez ever agrees to date him.
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- Part 3 of N's Cricfics
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“I think Jos Buttler is dating our keeper,” Kane mutters to Adam, Marcus and Coults.
Unfortunately for him, the general hum of noise in the dressing room falling and the music pausing between songs coincides and his sullen words are clear to the entire room.
The entire team is staring at him.
He falters.
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Kez has known Jos since his first year at Hogwarts, so when they both chose cricket over quidditch - much to the dismay of everyone who hoped they'd play for England together - and end up in their respective national teams in the non-magic world, they only have each other if anything goes wrong.
Or, the one where Kez might be magical, gets sick, and manages to convince everyone he's dating Jos Buttler all before noon. Oh, and he's in love with Kane, but he's ignoring that. Which is why his magic is acting up and he's benched.
(Kane just thinks it's a miracle he hasn't punched Jos Buttler in his stupid pretty face for simply existing.)
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- Part 4 of N's Cricfics
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“Alex, please, hey—”
But he’s still laughing as he backs away. Alex isn’t slowing down but Kane sees the dangerous glint in his eyes flicker as Kane keeps laughing, the brittle edge that had been catching the light in all the wrong ways cracking. Kane thinks if he presses hard enough, Alex might just tackle him into the grass.
Alex’s lips twitch like he knows what Kane wants.
Kane arches an eyebrow.
But Alex’s eyes flick behind Kane and he laughs—openly, astonishingly, melodically—the glittering edge disappearing, shattering completely, and he shoulders past Kane while poking his tongue out, and Kane, suddenly left adrift on his own, turns helplessly to watch him collide with someone else.
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Or, the one where Alex has a best mate who is just trying to do his job, Kane hates his guts and sulks in moody silences, and Adam suffers from both Kane's stupidity and his own.
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- Part 6 of N's Cricfics
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Marnus throws one glove across the room at his open kitbag. “Steven, you’ve got to be fucking kidding.”
“No, I’m not kidding, fucking or otherwise.”
He gets another dirty look at that.
“I’m done with you, mate. No wonder Painey never noticed. He never knew it was an option.” Marnus hurls the other glove into his kit bag and yanks out his phone. “Okay no, that’s it. I’m texting the lads.”
Steve slams up to a seated position on Marnus’ bed. “What lads?”
Marnus shoots him a look. “All of them.”
Steve gapes at him.
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Or, the one where Zoinis do Zoinis things, Steve has a breakdown and Marnus tries to be a good friend, complicated by the fact that sometimes, Steve doesn't tell him important information. Oh, and the entire squad are invested in Steve's love life.
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- Part 7 of N's Cricfics
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Marcus steps out a few minutes later and though Adam is focused on the game he stiffens a little, watching out of the corner of his eye as Marcus makes for the seats beside Ussie but Maxi throws a look at Marcus which has him backtracking and collapsing into the chair beside Adam.
Nice to know Marcus has to be forced on pain of death to sit next to him now. Yeah, Adam feels great.
He breathes in slow and quiet, heart ticking up because it’s weak and stupid and craves Marcus’ attention like a sunflower needs the sun, and ignores the heat suddenly along his left, eyes on the field.
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Or, the one where Adam kisses Marcus, they don't talk for days, and then put on a show for the world anyway. Featuring the jumbo screen in the Dubai stadium, a closet and Pete Handscomb as a plot device (sorry Pete).
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- Part 8 of N's Cricfics
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“Can you stop being so fucking cute because it’s really fucking inconvenient that I want to kiss you all the fucking time!”
Silence echoes like a clap of thunder. The desperate plea rings from the corners of the dressing room.
Pete can’t breathe. Shit. That wasn’t—was that him? A glance out of the corner of his eye tells him that every eye in the room is trained on him. Oh fuck. Fuck.
Across the room, Pat is staring at him wide-eyed.
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Or, the one where Pete slips up, pulls away, and yells at Zamps for flirting with Stoin, all while firmly trying to avoid Pat. All Pat wants to do is talk to him. Because maybe, just maybe, there's something there. But it's not going to go anywhere if Pete keeps slipping around corners and hiding in trees any time Pat so much as breathes in his direction. Justin Langer is hanging onto his sanity by the very tips of his fingernails.
A/N: Now re-edited!
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- Part 9 of N's Cricfics