Assorted Character Oneshots

A Night to Remember - Hunter Sylvester

Summary: rivals to lovers metal lords

Triggers: smut, oral (male receiving), arguing

Word Count: 3,165

Hunter couldn't describe the excitement coursing through his veins as the bus rumbled to a stop. His class had been chosen to go to a festival for an assignment, solidifying his decision to go to college for music in his mind. The bus exhaled deeply, doors squawking open allowing students to pour out onto the grass. He glanced around at the main stage and the massive seating area before it, though he doubted anyone would be sitting. There was a long list of bands that were to play tonight, some of which Hunter had heard of, others were foreign to him.

___ stepped off of the bus a few people after Hunter, earning a scowl tossed over his shoulder in their direction, though they didn't notice. They were too busy taking in the view, awestruck at the sheer size of the venue.

The teacher was the last to step off, whistling to get everyone's attention.

"Now, we have some time before the shows start and our rooms won't be ready until later tonight so you have two hours to explore. Ground rules, don't do anything to get us kicked out or banned. Alright, see y'all in two hours."

With that, friends broke off in droves, each heading in slightly different directions to take in the different vendors and merchandise stands. Which left ___ and Hunter standing there alone, both enthralled with size of the stages and stands. Hunter was the first to turn, coming to meet ___'s gaze. He rolled his eyes before stomping off to see if he could snag a snack.

___ shrugged him off, they never understood what his problem with them was. They had always been cordial, even though they were apparently rivaling for top of the class. Hunter was very talented at guitar, ___ at drums. One would think there would be no competition, but it would seem Hunter had created some in his own mind. ___ shook off his bad vibes and decided to wander the festival grounds a bit, glancing at the set lists to try and find where and when their favorite bands would be playing.

The time seemed to fly by, all of the students returning to the gravel parking lot to listen to the assignment that their teacher was handing out.

"Alright, the assignment is to find and listen to at least three different bands of varying genres and write a few things you like and dislike about the music they perform, and why."

___ nodded along, catching the long haired brunette out of the corner of their eye, seeing his gaze fixed on the main stage once more. People had started arriving for the festival and the bands had begun setting up their equipment. The teacher passed around a stack of papers and dismissed everyone once they had one. ___ turned towards the main stage, coming up beside Hunter.

"You gonna stop there first?" They glanced over at his face, seeing the quick flash of anger that crossed his features.

"Why, wanna beat me to that too?"

"I don't even know what you're talking about. I was just asking to be friendly and cuz you've been staring this whole time."

"Yea well it's none of your business."

___ huffed and crossed their arms over their chest. "What is your problem with me? Did I do something or are you just that much of a dick?"

Hunter scoffed and rolled his eyes before storming off towards the stage. ___ watched him for a moment before turning and briskly walking to a stage on the opposite side of the grounds.

Loud music rang from stages dotting the dewy grass, people yelling to be heard over guitar riffs and drum solos left and right. This was heaven for Hunter. He had quickly finished the assignment right at the beginning of the day, using the rest to explore and just listen. It was like he had found nirvana, eternal peace. That was until he knocked into someone, too distracted by a band to pay attention to where he was walking. When he stepped back to inspect the damage, he found ___ talking to some guy much larger than him. If Hunter were to be completely honest, the guy looked like a meat head. Some jock with balls for brains, just all around out of place- especially standing next to ___.