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❀ Genre: smut, angst, college au ❀ Pairing: dom!Seonghwa x brat!Reader (fem.) ❀ Word Count: 5.3k ❀ Warnings: explicit language, intoxication, brat taming, hair-pulling, fingering, biting kink, blowjob, teasing, clit play, dirty talk, begging, explicit sexual intercourse, a little bit of a fight between seonghwa and yunho, yunho got his feelings hurt :(

❀ Synopsis: "This party's boring, wanna get out of here?", may have perhaps led you to make the biggest mistake of your life by sleeping with your best friend's other best friend, your best friend who happens to be in love with you.

Another year, another number changed on his age. Despite that change, Yunho would always remain a child at heart, getting excited and wide-eyed at the birthday cake you’d always bake him. But for the past couple of years, there’s been a twist, he was able to drink legally. Since then, parties and gatherings were always wild, bringing a new meaning to the word ‘celebration’.

You’d do anything for your best friend, and he’d do anything for you. Yunho was there for you since you could remember, he was the first to show up with a bandaid when you fell off your bike or when you tripped over the rock chasing him around his house. It was an unbreakable bond, everyone knew it, they could see it, how close the two of you are.

“One time for the birthday bitch- Ow! What was that for?” Mingi shot Yunho a hurtful look as he rubbed his arm from Yunho’s warning punch.

��Call me a bitch one more time and let’s see where that leads you,” he was obviously kidding, who in their right mind would ever dare to harm Mingi? All he does is just vibe in his own little world, smiling at every living thing.

This year, it was a whole lot more different compared to his usual birthday bashes. The girls, the beer kegs, the rave lights, the party animals? Not a single one in sight. Yunho thought it was time for a change in the annual scenery, it definitely let the both of you breathe a little bit more.

To be honest, it felt quite unusual without the booming music and sweaty bodies sexually grinding against one another. Not that you were complaining, it was a relief not to witness any more wild scenes.

Last time, San had to get stitches on his head as a result of slipping off the diving board. And Mingi? Let’s spare the details and just say his chest was in pain from a Hennessy-drunk-Wooyoung trying to vacuum his ‘tiddies’. Don’t ask how he managed to secure a vacuum in the first place.

“Happy birthday, shithead,” was the first thing you say to him, pulling yourself onto one of the kitchen stools as you watch him gulp down a cup of whatever mix of alcohol he had swirling in there.

“Thank you, shithead, want a drink?” Yunho always offered you drinks whenever he had the chance, getting you drunk was always his favourite thing to do. Why? It was so he could freely express his feelings for you without the fear of you remembering it the next day.

How did you know that? Yunho had once underestimated your drinking ability. It was quite a night to remember when Yunho mistook your fuller cup of alcohol for his, making him spew out the most cooing confession you’ve ever heard.

It honestly didn’t come as a surprise. One of you was doomed to fall for the other, he just happened to be the first.

“No thanks, we’re keeping it calm this time, remember?”

“Right, right. Calm.”

Several of his friends had been invited to Yunho’s little birthday gathering. They had just been as confused as you were when you were told there was no big party this year. But, of course, none of them questioned the birthday boy of his intentions.

You’ve familiarised yourself with their faces around campus, but San and Wooyoung were the only two you’ve actually brought yourself to talk to beside Mingi occasionally. The two were tight-knit, maybe even more so than Yunho and yourself. A pair who wreak chaos and havoc everywhere they go. No one could ever forget the time Wooyoung walked the walk of shame with nothing but a pizza box covering his lower region and San’s beanie on his head.

“You never told me what’s with the sudden change,” no one had really asked Yunho, maybe that’s what he liked about them, the suppressed urge to ask a million questions. “No girls accepted your party invites? Shocking.”

“No, it’s not that,” Yunho sighed, leaning back against the counter with his hand wrapped on the edge. “I can’t have big loud parties for the rest of my life, you know?”

“And what about it?”

“Don’t know, I just felt like having people I actually care about here,” it was rare to have a friend like Yunho, sure he was easy to talk to but that doesn’t automatically make someone his friend. “A time where I don’t have to fake a smile for an entire night because that shit just makes my face cramp.”

“Oh, please, don’t get all soft on me now. It’s your birthday, cheer up a bit, yeah?” You punched his shoulder playfully before hopping off the stool, grabbing his hand to lead him to the yelling boys in the backyard.

“Pftt- I’m not getting soft, you know it’s the Vodka.” oh, the excuses always amazed you.

You could feel goosebumps poking out from under your cold skin, the night was chilly with a few waves of shivering breezes, you couldn’t help but mentally scold yourself for forgetting to bring a jumper with you. Yunho probably had none left considering you’ve stolen almost all of them to bring home.

It was a mystery how none of these boys reacted the way you did to the cold, it was as if their skin was ice itself. They just continued yelling and throwing arms around each other like it wasn’t a single care in the world. The brooding effects of alcohol, you could say.

Yunho wasn’t particularly a wild drunk, but when he was, it was something that needed to be recorded and watched the morning after. He was never wildly drunk at his big birthday bashes but tonight was, as said, different. Drowning himself in bottles of soju until his pale skin flushed bright red, Jongho could probably mistake it for an apple and break his skull. God hopes that doesn’t happen.

Despite familiarising yourself with the new crew, there was one who you couldn’t help but pay attention to more. He wasn’t like the others, he didn’t give off San and Wooyoung’s chaotic behaviour, he didn’t carry Hongjoong’s talkative manner and he definitely doesn’t seem like he would replicate Mingi’s clumsiness or Jongho’s bright personality.

The best you could assume from this boy was that he would probably share the same bluntness as Yeosang. Cold and blunt. Nothing else.

Park Seonghwa.

There was something about him. Maybe it was the sense of mystery that caused him to occupy most of your headspace. He looks like he holds a lot of mystery, mysteries you were eager to explore.

You didn’t even realise you were staring blankly at him until the brooding pair of dark brown eyes met yours from across the circle of fold-out chairs, making you choke on the cheap liquor before quickly snapping your gaze away from the boy and to the drunken group of boys looking like they were playing ring-around-the-rosie.

It was just the two of you. Sitting in the array of seating with live entertainment before your eyes. Entertainment as in watching Mingi trying to lick his elbow. You could’ve sworn the people in front of you were simply just children in the bodies of grown men. Where did Yunho even find these boys?

Amusement from watching the chaos unfold before you quickly washed away as you kept your seat warm, watching your liquor hitting the sides of your cup as you lazily mixed it. Laughter boomed recurrently throughout the backyard, something that was honestly keeping you awake for the night.

You hate to say it but, you were bored as fuck.

Sure, it was nice to stray away from Yunho’s regular birthday bashes but a little more entertainment rather than alcohol and snacks would’ve been a little nice. The several bodies of young men seem like they’re having the time of their lives just dancing on the edge of the pool right now, one was surely destined to fall in and cause a chain reaction.

Seeing Yunho so happy and not actually fake smiling was enough to convince you to stay and not drag him to the closest nightclub. What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets.

“Hey,” the voice was nothing like you’d expect, soft and comforting but deep and brooding at the same time, making you snap your attention to the boy sitting down on the chair next to you.

“Hi,” was he as bored as you were? Looked like it. His cup was nearly as empty as yours.

“How long have you known Yunho?” Seonghwa asked, slouching back against the flimsy chair as he downed the last of his drink.

“Since we took our first baby steps. Childhood friend, and you?”

“Known the big guy since highschool,” that’s weird, Yunho never mentioned a guy named Park Seonghwa once in his life till now. Let alone, you’ve never even seen him around school since the two of you went together.

“I don’t remember him telling me about you until now. Did you go to the same school as us?”

“I studied abroad in Australia, that’s why he never mentioned me. Thought our friendship wouldn’t last by the time I got back so there was no point in bragging about it.”

Well that explains it then.

“Huh, interesting,” despite sitting a few feet away from the pool, the lights had illuminated his face perfectly, showing off his sharp features you were able to admire from up close when he moved seats next to you. There was one thing you were captivated by the most. His eyes.

They were very alluring eyes, it was as if they were hand-sculpted by an almighty deity itself.

His leather jacket framed his figure perfectly, a beautiful man with a sense of style? Makes you wonder if he has a girlfriend.

“Yeah, look,” Seonghwa sighed, running a hand through his sleek black hair before inching closer to you. “I don’t know how to say this but, this party is getting boring. Wanna get out of here?”

And so you were right.

“As much as I would like to, I don’t think I should keep him out of my sight.”

“We can just go somewhere more calmer like upstairs if you want?” You wanted to snort at his desperation. It was clear what his intentions were and he obviously wasn’t trying to hide it. Yet, you weren’t willing to hide yours either.

“Yeah,” you smirked, licking your top row of teeth before pushing yourself off the chair. “We can go upstairs.”

Seonghwa didn’t even bat an eye before taking a hold of your hand in his, literally dragging you back inside the house where he discarded his empty solo cup in the trash along with yours. The source of laughter grew quieter as the two of you descended further into the house, silently navigating up the staircase with nothing in mind other than the fact that both of you were obviously desperate for some sort of action.

Your easy agreement probably made it sound like you were one of people who slept with anyone they could, but that wasn’t the case. Turning down boys was practically your profession. But with Park Seonghwa? You wanted a taste of that.

You wanted a taste of his mystery, you wanted a touch of that tattoo strip on the side of his neck and the ones on his fingers. You just wanted to feel the flexed bicep underneath the tough leather jacket and the alcohol kissed lips against your neck and preferably on every inch of your body.

Who could blame you for wanting to?

“I didn’t think you were the desperate type,” Seonghwa lows, pushing you against the bedroom door as he locked it.

“I’m not,” your eyes flicker up to his, smirking as you place a hand on the side of his neck, tracing his tattoo with your finger. “You just happened to catch my attention recently.”

“I’m flattered, really,” Seonghwa smirked, eyeing your features with his arms caging you between his body and the door.

“Just fucking kiss me already.”

“Oh, you’re so desperate for me to just fuck you right now aren’t you?” Seonghwa growled, grabbing your waist and pushing you backwards onto the bed until you were flat on your back.

“You’re delusional if you think I’m going to beg for it,” patience wasn’t really on your side, you weren’t gifted with it at all. Especially when it came to fucking.

“Alright, bet.”

A pair of luscious lips slammed against yours in a matter of seconds, Seonghwa was pushing your body deeper into the mattress as his knee pushed open your legs and hands sliding up from your sides to your hands. It was as if you were kissing nothing but mouldable chocolate that tasted of a faint strawberry chapstick, kissing it so hungrily.

“You think I can’t make you beg? Just watch,” Seonghwa’s lips hovered over yours, barely parted as he pushed your legs further apart with his knee, fingers popping the button of your jeans before pulling down its zipper.

“I don’t give in ea- shit,” your head lurched forward as Seonghwa pressed his fingers against your clit, rubbing it slowly before guiding it down to your folds and cloaking his fingers with your wetness.

“Fuck, what was that? Starting to get wet for me?”

“Don’t act like you don’t have a stiffy here,” you could feel Seonghwa’s hard-on underneath his jeans rubbing against your thigh, making you smirk before subtly moving your leg.

“Are you trying to make me beg? No, I don’t play like that,” Seonghwa lowered his face against your neck with a low groan, sinking his long fingers into your pussy with ease before pumping them in and out, earning a quiet whine from you.

“Tsk, tsk, I can do this all night, you know?” You could feel a smirk against your neck, the chilling inhales and exhales against your skin sent shivers down your spine as Seonghwa quickened the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of you, causing your knees wanting to shut close.

“Fuck- Seonghwanggha,” he wasn’t kidding when he said he could make you beg. You were literally on the verge of it. His fingers weren’t enough and he knew that, they were just enough.

“Aw, are you getting needy? Hm? Do you want more?” The tease sent your brain into a frenzy, cloaked with a thick film of haze as Seonghwa starts to rub your clit with the palm of his hand while still fucking you with his fingers.

“Yes, jesus fucking christ- yes!”

“Yes what? Hm? What do you want?”

“You.”

“I need you to say it.”

“Ohmyfuckinggod- I want you to fuck me.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear that.”

“Fuck me, I want you to fuck me- ughhnah fuck,” a sharp pain brews against your neck, Seonghwa had caught the flesh of your neck between his teeth, biting it while pulling your jeans and panties down to the floor.

A moan slips out of your mouth as Seonghwa licks the spot on your neck, kissing it before sucking on your jawline. The sudden idea of where you were and what you were doing left your mind like a flash, all you could think of was being touched, touched by Seonghwa and kissing his tattoos on his fingers that were knuckles deep inside of you.

“Told you I would make you beg.”

Underestimation was always your weakness, tonight was a clear sign you should probably stop doing that.

“You flatter yourself too damn much,” you grit, flipping Seonghwa onto his back before lowering yourself onto the waistband of his black jeans, eyeing his bulging erection with a smirk.

“But was I wrong? I don’t think so,” Seonghwa sits up, holding the side of your face in one of his hands before sliding them up to your hair. Your mouth shoots wide open as Seonghwa suddenly grabs a hold of your hair, pulling it back to expose the bruised skin on your neck.

Oh, how much you wanted to just rip his tongue out for his reckless teasing. It was driving you wild, too insanely wild. But you love it.

His belt unbuckled with ease as you yank his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, freeing his hardened cock that just hit his stomach. Your shirt already found itself discarded onto the floor with the rest of the items pulled off your body, as if they were just another decorative piece on the floor.

The longer he watched you with a cocky smirk, the more you wanted to just slap it off. But you were so turned on. So, so turned on you could practically feel your wetness smearing between your thighs.

A small wince shot out from above you as Seonghwa hissed through his gritted teeth, staring down at his dick in the palm of your hands, squeezing it lightly before slowly pumping. You knew if you decided to tease him, it wouldn’t end well for you, what else could you expect from a man like this?

“Jesus fucking christ,” Seonghwa moans, head falling back as he props himself up with his elbows. The tip of his dick was itching to hit the back of your throat any second now, just waiting for him to buck his hip up into your mouth.

It was the brief groan from the back of your throat that sent Seonghwa’s thighs squirming and abdomen tensing hard. You could tell he was enjoying the way your tongue swirled around the base of his cock, pressing against his length with enough pressure to have him gripping your hair.

Just the sound of him reacting to your mouth sent your head into a cloud full of lust. You wanted more and the best you could do at the moment was just rub your thighs together in anticipation as your eyes shot up to Seonghwa’s, droopy and filled with nothing but desperation.

“Fuck, you’re good,” his scrunched up face said it all. “Come here.”

You remove your lips from his throbbing length with a kissing sound before climbing on top of him only to be flipped right around, wrists pinned down on either side of your head. It was impressive how he could do that so nonchalantly with nothing but a cocky smirk.

“I should’ve guessed you were a brat,” Seonghwa hissed, brushing his tip against your clit. The urge to just buck your hips against his was killing you but you knew it would only do more harm than pleasure.

“Then I guess you better fuck me like one.”

The fire in his eyes was more than any sentence. His desire was fuming inside him, eager to cloud his judgement the moment your hole stretched from his length suddenly sliding into you.

He sure knew how to work his dick right when a grunt outed from your mouth as Seonghwa hooked his hips at an angle before thrusting. The eye-rolling pleasure only lasted a few seconds before Seonghwa quickened his pace, starting to snap his hips into you as he hooked both of your legs over his shoulders.

Fuck, you wanted to kiss him, but he knew what he was doing to you. He was doing it on purpose. There was no way he was going to let you kiss him. No way to busy your mouth as moans escape it recklessly.

“Ohffuck-” your head was growing lighter and lighter by the second, back arched off the mattress by now if it wasn’t for Seonghwa pushing your knees against your chest.

It was quite embarrassing hearing just your moans bouncing off the walls of this room as Seonghwa was pile-driving you deep into the bed, it only made you more desperate to crash your lips onto Seonghwa’s to deafen them. You really didn’t want to bite down on your arm, but you were more desperate than ever.

“Aw, why are you being so quiet hm? Is this dick not satisfying you enough?” Seonghwa smirks from above you, parting his lips so you could finally hear his staggered breathing.

“Y-Yeah, something like t-that- unghh,” sarcasm was undoubtedly your go-to method to cope with certain situations, but this time it was sarcasm that would get you more than you asked for.

“Oh? You really want to fucking play like that? You’re not going to be able to walk once I’m done with you.”

Emptiness looms in your heat as Seonghwa pulls out, latching either side of your waist before flipping you around on your stomach in a flash. A surprised gasp left your lips as he stingingly squeezed the flesh of your ass with a chuckle, hoisting you onto your knees.

“You really think you’re different from everyone el- mhmmh,” your snarky remark was cut short when you felt a hand push the side of your face against the mattress, legs twitching as Seonghwa thrust himself into you once again.

“You’re getting on my goddamn nerves,” Seonghwa snarls, keeping a tight grip on your hair in his fist as the other hand smoothes over your side.

The pumping pleasure coursing through your body felt electric, making you feel like you were above the clouds with each hard thrust. You could feel your ass bouncing as Seonghwa’s thrusts became sloppy, louder as the room echoed with nothing but a mix of your lewd moans and slapping skin.

“Tsk, I can feel you shaking underneath me. Regretting it yet?”

“I can fucking handle it, shut up,” you weren’t raised as no weak bitch.

“I really hope so,” well fuck. You could feel your thighs quivering as Seonghwa slowly pushed your legs further apart, stomach falling closer against the mattress. Just barely above it. “Impressive.”

It was a new angle that had you wanting to cry, with the way his cock hit deep in you and both of his hands either side of you holding him up. You couldn’t help but let your face fall against your arms, breathing as if it were your last and brows furrowed so hard you could feel your face about to cramp.

“Seonghw-aaahhmhm,” your legs twitched, pushing themselves higher off the mattress as your ass hits Seonghwa’s stomach with no choice. You couldn’t hold the position any longer unless you wanted to burst into tears from the burning in your thighs.

“What’s the matter huh? I thought you could handle it.”

“P-Please,” you cry.

“What do you want?”

“Kiss me- just please fucking kiss me,” your voice grew deeper and louder, desperation dripping from your tongue like poison as you push yourself off the mattress and flip Seonghwa onto his back with no time wasted in hoping your soaking wet cunt back on his length.

“Get your pretty lips here then,” your lips crashed harshly onto one another, teeth clashing as saliva coated your lips. The weak taste of his strawberry chapstick was still there and you loved it, love the way his lips moulded perfectly with yours each time as his hips snapped up into yours.

Seonghwa’s hands grip your hips roughly as he tries his best to hold them up with your legs quivering. His hips were snapping up briskly with a slap, shooting immense pleasure through your body like little sparks bottling into a ball in the deepest pit of your stomach.

“Oh fuck, right theremhmmgh right there,” you whisper a moan against his lips before letting your face fall in the nape of his neck, hand cupping the side of his face as the other grips the bedsheets.

Seonghwa just couldn’t control the loudness of his breathing anymore, grunting through gritted teeth as he shut his eyes close and glutes on fire with how rapid he was moving his hips. It was a breath-taking moment with your knuckles turning white and nails on the verge of tearing into the bedsheet as the pleasurable feeling of his cock pounding into you from below just pushing you to the edge of your combustion.

“Uggnghh- shitohmygod!” your fist loosened on the bedsheets before slamming them closer to your body, pushing yourself off of Seonghwa’s chest with a high-pitched moan and wide mouth as your brain turns into mush. Nothing but electrifying pleasure washed over you like a tsunami, making you clench tight around Seonghwa’s cock and gazing into his droopy lust-filled eyes.

A white film casts over your vision as you lower your lips onto Seonghwa’s, giving him a slow intent kiss as his hips calm down. Legs still quivering with the slightest movement as you lowered yourself with him, making his length slide out of you with ease and just poking at your stomach.

Seconds which felt like minutes went by with nothing but silence. Just basking in your own silent thoughts in your own heads.

You should’ve felt anything. Anything but guilt.

Why guilt? Out of all emotions, why guilt after fucking a stranger you just met? A stranger who was brought to you by your best friend. Your best friend who once confessed he loves you.

“This was a mistake,” you didn’t think twice before scattering to get your clothes, rushingly putting them back onto your body as Seonghwa was left there with confusion written all over his face.

“Wait,” he booms, “what do you mean this was a ‘mistake’?”

Seonghwa replicated your actions and started putting his clothes back on in a swift, still waiting for an answer after you responded with nothing but silence. He should’ve known, he was Yunho’s best friend too after all.

“Listen, just forget this ever happened, please,” just thinking about this night would eat you alive, and it would definitely kill Yunho from the inside.

Before Seonghwa could say anything, you dashed out of the bedroom door, skipping down the stairs with your heart pounding like crazy, ready to jump out of your chest. It wasn’t long before you could hear footsteps following you closely behind, which made you even more uneasy as you could tell he was desperate for answers.

“Hey, what the fuck is your problem?” Seonghwa grabs you by the arm, halting you in your escape before letting go with a piercing stare. “You can’t just beg me to fuck you like that and say, oh, ‘this was a mistake’.”

You could tell he was mocking you, but you really couldn’t blame him. The only person to blame here was you. You should’ve known better than to sleep with one of Yunho’s best mates, especially when you knew the boy had deep feelings for you.

“Because it is a mistake,” you grit, “we can’t tell Yunho what happened… it’ll break him.”

In all honesty, it would break you more than him. Guilt was a more deadlier disease than heartbreak, it was worse when it came down to friendships more than love itself.

“Wha-”

“Can’t tell me what?”

Your eyes widen in shock as you snap your attention to the familiar voice behind you, already feeling a pang in your chest as your eyes locked onto Yunho’s innocent ones. Seonghwa kept quiet as you tried to choke out a few words to Yunho, flickering his gaze back and forth between the two of you.

“Um, nothing! Nothing, we were just getting to know each other, that all,” you try your hardest to make your fake smile not obvious, but it clearly wasn’t working with Yunho’s confused gaze turning into a suspicious one.

“Getting to know each other huh?” Yunho poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, running his eyes up and down the two of you.

“Yeah.”

“I could tell,” an octave drop in Yunho’s voice sent you breathing harder as his facial features hardened, soft brown loving eyes turned into a cold glare. “You fucking bastard.”

Yunho’s attention wasn’t on you anymore, it was focused on the person standing behind you. Everything happened so quickly, next thing you know, Yunho was pinning Seonghwa up against the wall by his collar, faces close in proximity with jaws clenched and fists balled.

“You fucking knew,” Yunho snarled, “and yet you still fucked her. I thought you were my best friend, Hwa. What the fuck happened to that huh?”

“H-How?” could he smell Seonghwa’s cologne on you? What the heck.

“Your shirt is inside out.”

Well, fuck. Not only did he catch you lying straight to his face but he caught his two best friends fucking each other, his best friend and someone who he had poured his heart and soul to.

“Yunho, please. I can ex-”

“You can explain? Yeah, alright go ahead, let’s hear what you have to say and if this motherfucker has anything else to add to it.”

“Yunho, get your hands off of me or we’re going to have a problem,” Seonghwa tries his best to pry Yunho’s grip from his collar, standing on his toes as he faces his deadly glare.

“We already have a problem, Hwa,” Seonghwa drops down with a thud as Yunho finally lets him go, throwing his glare back onto you. “Go ahead, say what you have to say.”

“I-I… we just… we were desperate, Yunho,” it wasn’t the best and most plausible excuse but it was honestly it.

“Desperate. Out of all people, you choose him? Are you serious? I don’t know if you got my hints, but fuck!”

“Yunho, I am so so sorry. Please, just-”

“God, I hate being in love with you!”

It was at that moment, you could see your world crumbling down as Yunho bites back a quiver. His eyes glossy and starting to frame with red as Seonghwa also couldn’t help but wear a remorseful face.

“Hey-”

“Don’t fucking touch me, Hwa,” Yunho aggressively brushed off Seonghwa’s hand on his shoulder, throwing him a side glare as he lowers his head. “Go home.”

“Woah, what is going on?” all three of your heads snapped up to a red flushed, drunk Mingi with a half empty bottle of soju in his hands stopping mid way with a questioning look on his face. Soon enough, the whole group of boys were here, standing behind Mingi with a replicated confused face.

“Everyone, go home. I’m not feeling good tonight,” Yunho pushed through the group of boys, passing to the kitchen where he grabbed a new cold bottle of soju from his fridge.

“Man, you sure? Want us to stay just in case?” Jongho spoke, brows raised as he was concerned for his gloomy looking friend.

“Mingi can stay, I don’t trust him alone at home while he’s drunk. Everyone else go home, please.”

“Yun-”

“I said leave,” you could barely even choke out his name before getting cut off again, guilt slowly but painfully chewing away at bits of your soul.

“Alright, you heard the man. Leave him be,” Yeosang took the liberty to usher everyone out with swaying arm movements, clueless of what had unfolded before everyone had walked in.

Mingi smiled brightly, waving his goodbyes and yelling his goodbyes as he joined a slouched Yunho in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but plaster a fake grin to fuel his happy hour before leaving out the door, embraced by the cold once more. But this time, you weren’t just cold on the outside, you could feel it inside of you. As if you had just turned yourself into a cold-blooded killer.

Murdering whatever trust and happiness Yunho had left in that big body of his.

Like everyone else in the entire world, you had to live with what you got, what you’ve done, what you can’t take back.

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bashlandrya · 3 years

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sebastian ‘bash’ landry: an updated intro !

since it has been literally like 9 months since i posted his most recent intro, here is a new updated one for anyone who has not kept up with bash’s crazy dumb life. yeet

tw drugs, alcoholism, death, violence, jail, dumbassery

let me say first he’s honestly the worst, he's nice and friendly almost to an annoying extent and it will absolutely be genuine most of the time but at times he only is because he will gain something from it. he lies a shitload but can also be extremely blunt. he’s arrogant and has way too much confidence but deep down probably hates himself. he’s selfish, he’s impulsive and he might punch you if you step on his toes at a bad time. he will make elaborate excuses instead of admitting he did something wrong but has still been in jail a few times because he said ‘yeah i did it lol’ (usually when caught red handed). he also drinks way too much but denies alcoholism and he’s barely changed mentally in over a decade. it is honestly a miracle he’s not dead. ok thanks for coming to my ted trash bash talk. i love this man.

basics

name: sebastian damien landry

nicknames: bash (almost always), seb (but rarely), idiot (regularly)

birthday/age: march 22d, 1991 / thirty

gender/pronouns: cis-male / he, him

sexuality: sadly still a heterosexual

zodiacs: aries ☉ ; gemini ☽ ; sagittarius 🡕

occupation: drug dealer (mostly weed, some cocaine and psychadelics).

hobbies: all types of adventures, his motorcycle, drinking, video games, music (he plays drums and does back up vocals in a not very serious local punk/rock/metal mostly cover band - more info here).

neighbourhood: downtown (apartment tour here)

length of time in crescent harbour: since summer 2009 (12 years)

place of birth: new orleans, louisiana (yes boi has a bit of an accent)

height: 6′5″ (195cm)

moral alignment: chaotic neutral.

positive traits: adventurous, kind-hearted, fun-loving, witty, spontaneous, humorous, clever, generous, protective, sweet and caring.

negative traits: troublesome, sarcastic, deceitful, somewhat arrogant, temperamental, impulsive, rebellious, loud, blunt, dishonest, sometimes aggressive and a bit selfish

tattoos: a seven of spades on his left pec (x). an arrow on his left outer forearm (x). the moon cycle on the right side of his torso (x). geometric tattoo on his right outer forearm (x). a wolf on his left shin (x). aries-inspired ram skull on his upper back (x). a fleur de lis on his left upper arm (x). a sloppy drunk tattoo his friend gave him a year after his mother’s death, on his right knee that just says ‘mom’.

scent: cigarette smoke, liquor, citrus, cologne.

background

Grew up just outside of New Orleans with his parents and six siblings, he’s the third (black sheep but they all love him anyway<3). His mother died suddenly when he was 18 years old and the family moved to Crescent Harbor where he repeated his Senior year in High School.

He started getting into more trouble, arrested several times and graduated High School behind bars and then..... Continued reckless, bad behavior for the next 12 years anyway.

To some peoples’ surprise he went to College and actually has a Bachelors in Humanities. He’s dumb but not dumb.

Slept around a lot in his teens up until his first year of College when he got chlamydia and got more careful.

Started dating the Blackwood cousin Jamie when he was 21 and they were on and off for four years, Bash going in and out of jail, until she finally left him in 2016 and moved to New York.

Bash set out to change but didn’t succeed and kept living like he always had; going to jail a couple of times, sleeping around somewhat but with protection and disappearing out of town for weeks at a time. He once ended up staying on an island for two weeks because he got super drunk and hopped on the ferry and had no money to get back — and of course he left his phone on the mainland.

In July 2020 he reconnected with LiIy Whittaker, an old High School friend-ish. They ended up hooking up on a boat (that Bash, unknown to Lily, had stolen borrowed from her dad).

They kept hooking up throughout the fall and in October Bash realized he had caught feelings for her and decided to tell her, only he was arrested moments after for 2d degree theft (class c felony) for stealing jewelry from the Whittaker household. He spent two weeks in jail, and found out Ian Whittaker had likely framed him, before Lily helped his sisters bail him out.

He was proven innocent and not guilty in November and the same day Lily admitted she had feelings for him too and they started dating.

Has worked several jobs that he’s lost either because he didn’t show or because he was arrested. Between 2018 and 2020 he worked as a bouncer in a town over but was fired in November 2020 after not showing up when he was out on bail for the Whittaker case.

After being fired he went back to dealing like he'd also done between 2015 and 2018 (that time he got out of it because his sister got him a job at the drive-in that he lost after a few months). Lily, his family, and honestly anyone who would like him not to, are not aware he deals drugs.

His mother died in the spring so during the season he drinks more and gets extra reckless and aggressive so he recently wasn’t very nice to some people........ and him and Lily are fighting a bunch at the moment.

more random shit for no reason so u can skip if u wanna lmao

Suffers with insomnia, probably because of his high alcohol consumption but also anxiety that he won’t really admit to. Went to therapy once after his mother’s death but never continued with it.

The absolute worst at keeping track of his phone and it’s always on silent and either on low battery or just dead. It usually takes him a few days to get back to you if you text or even call. The easiest way to get a hold of him is to visit his apartment and kick on the door or wait for him to get home if he’s not there (u might have to wait a while sometimes tho....).

Has played drums since he was ten years old, starting when he found a drum set in the music room at his Elementary School. At this point he can pretty much play some songs blindfolded. He also started playing guitar at 15.

Has slightly bad eyesight but you will rarely see him in glasses, he wears contacts and usually has an extra pair with him in case he’d lose one. Which he did once when he was drunk and far away from his apartment and had to nagivate home half-blind and tipsy.

Used to skateboard a bunch but hasn’t done it much since some time in College.

Has broken a bunch of bones but most notably his nose 3 times, it’s not as straight as Casey’s.

Likes cooking and is pretty good at it. Pasta is the shit.

His motorcycle is an Indian Scout he bought in 2015 and it’s his baby. Before that he had a Suzuki VS 1400 GL Intruder from 2003 that he got in 2010 and sold to get money for the new one. He’s never owned a car butyes, he knows how to drive one.

He doesn’t dance and if he does, it’s not exactly serious.

Smokes Winston Red 100’s.

Criminal record at the bottom of this page.

Rocks a beard like seen above even though I sometimes use stubble-only gifs.

Despite his unhealthy lifestyle he manages to work out a couple of times a week and he eats.... A lot, because he knows that if he doesn’t he’ll turn into a noodle boy like he was in his teens due to his height.

#i triedmy best to keep this short but oh boy #crescent:intro #intro #this man gives me a such a headache i CANNOT UGH #and i did need to get the trash bash talk off my chest pls get him out of my head lmfaoooo

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Sirenade:Chapter Eighteen

Hello and welcome to another chapter of Sirenade I hope everyone’s had an amazing week. This week’s chapter we’ll be focusing on two of our adorable boys. One’s that we rarely get to see, but don’t hate me after you read this chapter 0^0 it will get better, I promise. Have an amazing rest of your week and as always Stay Tuned! For next week’s chapter. :)

Start: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 17

Next: Chapter 19 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 18

He remembered the shivering fear of the small soul zipping past the trees and back to its source. He remembered his energy being sucked out of him for using such a powerful spell, his body screaming for him to stop while his mind told him to hold on. He remembered the fainting feeling he received after ending his enchantment. He remembered muffled words in Delirious’s home, the small talk he had on his way to Panda’s place, and he remembered the relaxing sensation of a fluffy bed engulf him from his worries.

But when he woke from his rest he chooses not to remember it all, he wanted to run to his friends and protect them. But he was helpless, bedbound until his strength, stuck talking about his problems. With Anthony someone, he hadn’t spoken to in a long time.

“You really helped them back there. From what Jon told me you didn’t hesitate to.” Marcel hummed hoping of showing his attempts to return to sleep, but Panda kept going obviously trying to mend their fragile friendship. “You know it wasn’t your fault. What happened to them could have happened to anyone.”

“It should’ve been me, or at least I should’ve been there to protect them.” He spoke in a low voice in hopes of hiding his vulnerability. Of course, Panda noticed right away, he shook his head in disapproval.

“We couldn’t have known, no one expected the hurricane to hit the ocean so badly, the town too.” Marcel wished he had a horrible memory likes some of his friends. He wanted to forget that horrible images, the horrible pain he and Anthony felt that day. “Simone and Melina’s death were not your fault.”

“But it was! I should’ve stopped them. I knew something was wrong that day, but I did nothing and because of that I- we lost our love! Don’t you get it, Anthony, I screwed up, okay?!” Marcel used most of his stored strength to do that regretting it as he plopped back onto the bed. Fighting the tears to stay swelling up in his eyes, choking back the sobs. “I was going to spend the rest of my life with her. Or how you humans put it ‘getting married’, and you were put through that excruciating pain from your mark too.”

He couldn’t take the image of his love and Anthony’s mate washed up on the shore in the middle of the night both bruised, bloody and broken by the tidal rocks. Simone and Melina cared about one another so much as sisters do, and they proved their love for each other to the very end. Bashed in skulls and all, they both locked themselves away after the funeral. Days, weeks went by and no one saw either man, but Anthony managed to move forward. Being human the mating mark couldn’t exactly kill him since he wasn’t a merman Marcel, however, didn’t for years his guilt swallowed him up. It went unnoticed by many, all but one.

“Do think this is what they would’ve wanted. You told me you’d been hunted out of your home, coming here to start a new life, right? Then fulfill their dreams, Simone loved you, she loved you because you found happiness with her. She loved you the most when you were happy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t find happiness with...someone else.” Marcel’s tears finally fell, biting his tongue to keep his sobs silent.

“I don’t deserve it though.” Panda lightly smacked him in the head.

“Course you do, you know she hated seeing unhappy. Broke her heart, imagine seeing her face everyone you feel unhappy with yourself. I can hear her disappointment.” He softly chuckled. “Just think about it, I gave my choice of finding another love away when I mated with Mel and I’m alright with that, but you have another chance. Don’t waste it.”

Marcel didn’t get the chance to respond before a familiar blue-eyed friend walked into the backroom. “They’ve found everyone. Everybody’s okay now.”

Marcel shook his head to push away the memory, he swam through the coral forest admiring all the small creatures that followed and pondered around his indigo fins. His head merely breaking the surface of the water, scanning for any organism more specifically humans or any traces of them. Knowing that the coast was clear he shifted from his navy tail to a pair of limbs. Just in time for his “friend” to find him waiting at the beach.

“There you are I was worried you’d ditched me.”

“Scott I would never have a little faith in me dawg.” Scotty’s laughter fills the empty beach what a musical sound it was. Not a chaotic as Jonathan’s but not as soft as Ryan’s.

“I’m just kidding, now come on we’ve got work to do.”

“We?”

“Yes we, I’m not doing this alone what if something happens to me?” Marcel playfully rolled his eyes.

“You’re a grown-ass man Scott you don’t-”

“Look there!” Scotty excitedly pointed at something in the distance. Marcel followed the pale arm to see a green creature slowly return to the ocean. “A loggerhead sea turtle by the looks of it a female too. She must have laid some eggs come on if we hurry we can check for a tag!”

With that Scotty made a run for it towards the magnificent creature not realizing he’d started to enter the sea as Marcel followed right after him. So focused on catching the turtle Scotty failed to notice the approaching tide strong enough to knock him off his feet. He eventually noticed, but it was too late. The wave had thrown him off balance and started to drag him into the blue abyss most called majestic, most except Scotty. He tried to call out for Marcel but ended up swallowing seawater having used most of his strength to run and catch the turtle. Scotty felt his body begin to shut down from the lack of oxygen when a pair of arms pull him out of the water Scotty gasped for air. Coughing and dry heaving to remove the salty water from his lungs and stomach.

Marcel had never felt so much fear in his life seeing Scotty struggle. He wasted no time pulling him out allowing him to breathe and regain strength. “ You okay?” Scotty nodded, panting as he sat back against the sandy beach. “Wanna talk about it?”

He watched Scotty hesitate for a moment as he tried to regain his composure. “Promise not to make fun of me?” Marcel nodded sealing his promise with Scotty.

“I’m afraid of the ocean.” At first, Marcel thought he was joking, wanting to laugh even, but seeing the serious expression on Scotty’s face. He kept his word and bit back the laughter. ‘As much as I love to help restore marine life. I might never be able to recover from my fear. It's funny that a Marine biologist is afraid of their job

Marcel felt his heartbreak not just from seeing Scott upset but more from he and Scott simply weren’t meant to be like he thought. “Hey, it’s okay. I promise I’ll be there to help you overcome this fear. I’ll help you learn that the ocean’s not as bad as it seems.” He held out his hand offering it to the sitting male.

“Okay I’m willing to learn, but as soon as it gets too intense I’m out I don’t wanna catch your weird hippy vibes.” They both throw their heads back in laughter as they continued their work on the beach. Hands side by side merely grazing each other, both itching to hold the other.

#posts #Fusionamber #Sirenade #Banana Bus Squad #BBS #mermaid story #BBS AU #Stay Tuned!#Basicallyidowork #Fourzeroseven #BigJigglyPanda #H2ODelirious #BID407

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Joe & Ronnie

Joe: Hi Joe: There's no gentle way of doing this, so I'll just get to it, I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it but you're free to ignore this if that's the case Joe: but I've been looking for my half-sister, and I think its you Ronnie: if youre basing that on a family resemblance youve shot yourself in the face like Ronnie: reload & keep looking Joe: Yeah, I know Joe: but I ain't Joe: Aside from coming at you with what's on any facebook profile anyway Joe: do you know your biological mum's name or? Ronnie: whos used facebook in a decade thats your 1st fuck up Ronnie: 2nd to reckoning my dna is any of your business Joe: who's putting their date of birth and hometown anywhere else? Joe: you were born in [hospital] right? Ronnie: phone numbers on toilet walls getting played out Ronnie: yeah & Joe: then it is you Joe: everything adds up, you have the right birthday, right place, right last name, and first, still Ronnie: right colour Ronnie: miss me with your schoolboy maths Joe: its your bio dad that's black Ronnie: fuck you i know that Ronnie: read my file well before you stalked me Joe: so do you know her name or nah Ronnie: it was in there Joe: Tess Vickers Joe: she is your mum Ronnie: i came out of her Ronnie: shes not my fucking mum Ronnie: id know you if she was Joe: 'course Joe: that's what I meant Ronnie: pick your words more careful soft lad Joe: she don't have any more Joe: I ain't had to do this before, like Ronnie: made up for her Ronnie: & you Ronnie: only took her how many years to claim her bastards Joe: I don't know why she didn't, only what she's said Joe: but if you wanted to ask her, I could set that up Ronnie: if it took her a bit to recover from goin black i don't need to ask her about that Ronnie: got my own experiences cheers Joe: is there anything you do Ronnie: if i had any questions id have chucked 'em at her when i aged out Joe: fair enough Joe: you wanna ask me anything then Ronnie: you old enough to be cleaning out your mas skeletons & seein if theyll dance for you Joe: not what I'm doing Joe: but I'm 19 Ronnie: course she never kept herself stitched up for long Ronnie: got a taste for it like Joe: by all accounts she met my dad the same year she had to give you up so Ronnie: bet he was proper comforting Ronnie: fucking hell Joe: Must've been Ronnie: if she kept you longer than the hour yeah Joe: I've got 3 brothers and a sister too Ronnie: when did she meet their dads Joe: we've got the same, like Joe: youngest is nearly 5 Ronnie: shes still alive then Ronnie: impressive Joe: is it? Joe: suppose so Ronnie: he got cash your sperm donor Ronnie: less dangerous game that one Joe: they both do alright now but you'd probably aim higher if that was the game you were playing Ronnie: shifting gear aint no game now or back then Ronnie: but she was small time Ronnie: that hand to mouth shit Joe: yeah, for years Joe: her dad's debts not helping none Ronnie: hes gotta be dead Joe: yeah Joe: year I was born Joe: so new mouth to feed and inheriting the neverending debts of John Joe: must've seemed like a great time to have more 'cos my brother is only a year younger than me 👍 Ronnie: least you aint inherited his name Ronnie: like i said insatiable Joe: thank fuck Ronnie: piss poor addiction but fuck it Ronnie: shes keeping 'em fed & clothed this time 👏 Joe: gutted social don't hand out round of applauses no doubt Joe: know she is for a fact 'cos she ended up working for 'em, and fostering two poor kiddies in need Joe: what do you reckon to her addiction now? Ronnie: sounds about right theyd left her Ronnie: state of the cunts running that show Joe: mhmm Ronnie: white kids are easier to love Ronnie: its on the posters like Joe: in theory Joe: but this way she gets to be obsessed with you from afar Ronnie: pay me enough & ill come press my face longingly against her windows Joe: I'll keep it in mind for her birthday or something Ronnie: fuck all else you wanna rock my world with or what Joe: Hmm Joe: hold up whilst I trawl a lifetime of overshare for any more tidbits Ronnie: she aint rotting by the roadside or ashes i can snort means my hearts already broken Ronnie: take your time Joe: sorry to disappoint Joe: suppose by the time you got to your file, it told you she'd run away from Liverpool, yeah? Ronnie: bullshit are you Ronnie: youre loving having another cunt to share it with Ronnie: whats the matter dont your brothers & sister wanna play Joe: I'm the favourite Joe: favourite that's about Joe: they got the gist but no file for them Ronnie: 💔 Joe: you said Joe: so, what you saying, you care if I tell her I found you or what? Ronnie: if it feels good do it baby Ronnie: why would i care Ronnie: shes not gonna show up Joe: what if she did? Ronnie: no fixed address Joe: I've told you she loves a cause Joe: say you don't wanna see her Ronnie: shooting the messenger aint no kill shot Ronnie: youre not invested in me Joe: I'm not not, clearly Joe: I'm the one looking, ain't I Ronnie: let her look under every rock with you Ronnie: i hope one bashes her skull in Joe: alright Joe: I'll pass it on Ronnie: good boy Ronnie: get that sticker on your reward chart Joe: god I hope so Ronnie: 🙏 Joe: Your profile says you're in London, still true? Ronnie: i don't need you at my door either Joe: 🙄 Ronnie: roll your eyes at me again Joe: 🙄🙄 Ronnie: 🖕🖕 Joe: 😏 Ronnie: what the fuck do you want Joe: I've told you Ronnie: nah Ronnie: spit it out Ronnie: youre circling around it stop being a pussy Joe: how am I? Ronnie: what do you want for fucks sake Joe: meet you Ronnie: its not happening Joe: why not Ronnie: i hate that you exist Ronnie: that she got a 2nd chance & i didnt get 1 Joe: that's fair Joe: you can hate me in person Ronnie: i aint goin to prison for killing you Ronnie: you wish Joe: yeah Joe: oh well Ronnie: take your death wish home Ronnie: or on a different part of the internet Joe: awh, cheers for the sisterly advice Ronnie: shut your mouth Ronnie: i ain't your sister Joe: kk Ronnie: dumping all your bullshit on me dont make us related Joe: we are Joe: you not wanting it don't fight biology Ronnie: her not wanting me cancels it all out Joe: not to me Ronnie: i give a shit how you feel Ronnie: youre a stranger with fuck all i want Joe: you ain't checked what I've got Ronnie: until facebook adds income i dont care Joe: 💔 Ronnie: you must look like your da Ronnie: dont be Joe: well you look like her Joe: not that I've seen yours Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: i dont Joe: yeah you do Joe: [sends pics] Ronnie: shut up Joe: alright Joe: catch you around then Ronnie: get it through your head Ronnie: you wont Joe: what you scared for Ronnie: youre having fun trying to mess me up Ronnie: that aint how i get mine Joe: I'm seriously not Joe: I've got the message though, alright Ronnie: youre seriously throwing all this shit at me like im gonna smile as i eat it Ronnie: what the fuck Joe: I don't expect fuck all Joe: I just wanna know you but if you don't then that's alright Joe: I won't message again Ronnie: bullshit Ronnie: you aint asked about me Ronnie: you wanna bitch about 'em Joe: that's why I wanna meet you Joe: I've thrown enough questions at you for one convo Ronnie: nah you wanna meet me to see if i proper look like her Joe: I've got eyes Ronnie: if thats what you reckon you see they dont fucking work Ronnie: get down the social & claim Joe: you're fine, its not dead ringer levels Ronnie: im fucking fine cause theres none of her in me Joe: I'm glad for you Ronnie: were not family save your lies Ronnie: i dont need any blows softened Joe: its only me bitching Ronnie: yeah Ronnie: & you can save your tears Ronnie: you already cant see fuck all like Joe: what do you want? Ronnie: too late to give a fuck Ronnie: youve shit over me with this Joe: I'm sorry Ronnie: nah Ronnie: sorry for yourself aint the same Joe: Why would I be sorry for me? Joe: I got everything Ronnie: not how youre framing it Joe: why would you believe me Ronnie: not hard to believe mummy dearest loves me best Ronnie: not like she dumped me fast as she could & legged it Joe: she weren't allowed to keep you, she was 14 with a junkie non-dad to look after you both Ronnie: & what she didnt get any older or get her shit together Ronnie: fuck that Joe: did you want her to come 'round and pick you up 4 years later? Ronnie: she had you cunts instead Joe: so she comes and gets you and the social come with and see the fake bailiffs and the bashed in door and we all go back with you Joe: I see the appeal Ronnie: you reckon i had it better Ronnie: thats what this nancy drew bullshit is about Joe: nice one, genius Joe: in what world is that adding up Ronnie: yours Ronnie: in what world would i have not gone with any cunt to get me out of that place then Joe: I'm telling you why she didn't get you, not telling you why you wouldn't wanna be there Ronnie: youre giving me both Ronnie: cant help yourself Joe: they're the same reason Joe: if she tried to get you, they'd say nah 'cos her life was a mess, simple as Ronnie: & yet here you are Ronnie: not a care kid a single day in your fucking life Ronnie: so like i said she got her shit together in the end Joe: she was 18 when I came around and we got taught how to say the right thing to socials and how to shut our mouths the rest Joe: but that's just what she told me Joe: she probably didn't want you, looking back Ronnie: why would she Ronnie: had a new set up with a cunt that stayed Ronnie: cuter kids Joe: 'cos she loved your da the way only a 14 year old girl can Joe: pro and a con in your favour Joe: does she want the reminders or does she not Ronnie: not Ronnie: youre the only pussy walking memory lane Ronnie: aint her looking Joe: yeah, s'me, so why you chatting at me like I'm the one that fucked you off Joe: not productive Ronnie: cause you are Joe: I've gone to leave loads now Joe: you've clearly got shit to say Joe: so just say it at me, I've already offered that n'all Ronnie: fuck you Ronnie: i didnt ask for this Ronnie: she was in the ground for all i knew Joe: she still can be Joe: I ain't telling Ronnie: nah you opened your gob & let all that shite out Ronnie: i couldve been about to slit my throat or pull a shift Joe: you could've easily found out she weren't dead yourself too Ronnie: what should it tell you that i didnt Joe: ignorance ain't such bliss I've tipped you over the edge Ronnie: you dont know shit Ronnie: how does yours feel Joe: how do you think Ronnie: i think you should ask if people have got time & space to spin out before you fuck with their heads Ronnie: i think you should go suck a dick mckenna Joe: why should I? Joe: no one asked me and I owe you shit Ronnie: she owes me Ronnie: youre nothing Ronnie: you dont see me knocking cause im not looking for answers & theres fuck all else to collect by the sounds of it Joe: then fucking collect Ronnie: talk to your ma like that Joe: hit me up when you stop being scared Ronnie: keep it up and ill smash in your face Joe: how Joe: you don't wanna meet Ronnie: dont flatter yourself nancy drew Ronnie: i can still kick your door in Ronnie: be like the baliffs are back Ronnie: you can revisit your childhood Joe: now who wants to go for a jaunt down memory lane Ronnie: you wish Joe: 🙏 Ronnie: i reckon your imaginary friends gotta be sick of your bullshit by now Joe: no doubt, nancy drew Ronnie: we cant both be nancy Joe: alright you be sid then Ronnie: still not gonna kill you baby Ronnie: but youre getting warmer Joe: I know, stalked you, remember Ronnie: get a hobby or habit mckenna Ronnie: your little misery boners aint cute Joe: oh I got plenty of thoses Joe: your concern is, kinda Ronnie: youve thrown me into the big sister deep end Ronnie: sounds like how you want it Joe: very obliging Ronnie: unloved kids get it where they can Ronnie: thats on the back of the poster Joe: trust, I know Ronnie: 💔 Joe: not me Joe: never mind, not my sob story to hit you with Ronnie: you only wanna share yours Joe: maybe when we get cosy I'll divulge all the family secrets, sis Ronnie: maybe if you chat shit like that to me again ill choke on my puke Joe: n'awh Ronnie: kill yourself Joe: sure thing Ronnie: very obliging Joe: it was already in the diary tbh Joe: but I'll pop you in the note if that makes you feel 💘 Ronnie: show me yours & ill show you mine Joe: deal Ronnie: 💘 Ronnie: [skippity skip] Ronnie: pick me up Joe: where from Ronnie: [location that's sketchy as all hell] Joe: alright Joe: that should take me 'bout half an hour this time of day Ronnie: im not goin anywhere mckenna Joe: you alright Ronnie: 🖕 Joe: got it Joe: 🚖 📵 Ronnie: important for you to know your place Joe: must be popular with the cabbies 👑 Ronnie: yeah im on a ban Ronnie: look out for my picture hanging Joe: what did you do Joe: vom and not pay the fine one too many times? Ronnie: we taking another trip down memory lane Ronnie: i aint 12 Joe: go on then, what was it Ronnie: the cunt crashed its fuck all to get excited about Joe: did you get hurt? Ronnie: didnt feel it Joe: what about the driver Ronnie: i reckon he felt it Joe: fucked you're stuck with the tube then Joe: 💔 Ronnie: cheers motherfucker Ronnie: cant you drive Joe: 'course I can Joe: where'd your license go, got a story for that and all or? Ronnie: car theft would be a dead good sibling bonding activity Ronnie: but i dont need your help to break a window Joe: another time Ronnie: nah Ronnie: next time some other cunt will pick me up Joe: good thing I didn't specify Joe: tah for keeping me well in the loop of your schedule though Ronnie: other shit in the diary besides blowing my brains out Ronnie: can move it up if you aint gonna shut up Joe: 🤐 Joe: you can keep all your dates Ronnie: made up i am Joe: no need to say thanks, I feel it Ronnie: you wanted to meet up Ronnie: wish granted Joe: I know Joe: reckon blue would suit Ronnie: what Joe: genie Joe: you owe me 2 more, yeah? Ronnie: rubbing me up the wrong way dont count Joe: damn Ronnie: i can do black & blue Joe: changed your mind then Joe: my 🍀 day Ronnie: you got the accent Ronnie: my head cant do subtitles Joe: not really Joe: not proper Joe: some of my younger ones do but they can barely remember Liverpool Ronnie: nothing to be 💔 about Ronnie: its a shithole Joe: least its a shithole with some history Joe: we moved to a newbuild shithole so Joe: win some lose some Ronnie: your boner for history aint that big Joe: you checked what I'm studying? 😏 Ronnie: you dont post about fuck all else Joe: I'm barely outta freshers let me have it Ronnie: dont give me the flu Joe: thought that was just a euphemism Joe: either way, on my life Ronnie: fuck knows Joe: not as much fun as people chat, shockingly Ronnie: what is Ronnie: the shit that feels good is the shit youre meant to keep your mouth shut about Joe: hear hear Ronnie: 💘 Joe: 💘 Joe: you live there or am I picking you up from a mates Ronnie: neither Joe: alright Ronnie: drop me on the other side Joe: no problem Ronnie: then you can go back to wanking over symphonies Joe: you wanna help me with my homework Joe: so nice Ronnie: what are big sisters for Joe: yeah Ronnie: shits fucked up Joe: right Joe: but you can be more specific Ronnie: nah i cant Joe: don't know where to start? Ronnie: it starts with being born Joe: okay, so the starts the easy bit Joe: the middle Joe: we don't have time Ronnie: we aint gonna trauma bond mckenna youve been beaten to it Joe: ah you got a troubled boyfriend Joe: that's cool Ronnie: fuck off Ronnie: you heard me say i aint 12 Joe: you know what I mean Ronnie: not very nancy drew if you reckon im that bitch Joe: we can't both be sid Ronnie: touche baby Joe: 💘 Ronnie: im gonna carve up this cunt if you dont pull me out Ronnie: & thatll make him feel too special Joe: who? Joe: I'm nearly there Ronnie: my not boyfriend Ronnie: dont waste romance like that on strangers Joe: sensible Joe: just carve anything but 💘 and he shouldn't get too clingy Ronnie: whats the symphony that gets you off fastest Ronnie: ill do that Joe: Khachaturian's Sabre Dance works as a play on words and should get him to crescendo 👌 Ronnie: hot Joe: orchestra nerds get all the bitches Ronnie: yeah Joe: you aren't a catfish, are you Joe: I mean, I'll recognize you Ronnie: look for your mas face Joe: fuck it, therapy overdue anyway Ronnie: fuck you for saying that Ronnie: making it go round my head Joe: I shouldn't have said that Ronnie: i should stab you Ronnie: all these pieces of mirror Ronnie: fuck him Joe: you can, long as you keep it shallow, or don't mind swinging by the hospital Ronnie: i dont get my kicks at a&e Joe: you'll have to play nice then Ronnie: youll get too clingy Joe: avoid the 💘 Ronnie: some other bitch can have the honours Joe: or has Joe: don't I seem 💔 Ronnie: dont need to hear how you lost your virginity mckenna Joe: noted Joe: save that trip down memory lane for private time Joe: me and mozart Ronnie: explains a shit ton if the conductor is molesting you Ronnie: but not gonna be the sister who tells him where to put that stick he waves about Joe: Mozart was pretty fucked up but I don't reckon it went that far Ronnie: i dont know him 💔 Ronnie: there was a Moz here earlier fuck knows if theyre any relation Joe: You're more a Liszt type, called it Ronnie: what the fuck kind of fuck you is that Joe: 😂 Joe: actually he's considered the world's first rock star, I was being nice Ronnie: shut up Joe: what, you ain't seen the ken russell film with daltrey in? Joe: have a word Ronnie: get a life Joe: tomorrow Joe: maybe Ronnie: i cant fucking believe it had to be you Ronnie: thank fuck i already aint showing my face here again Joe: thought you said you weren't 12 Joe: but I don't need to come in if you don't wanna be embarrassed in front of your mates Ronnie: i said my mates aint here Joe: no need to tell me why you're there Ronnie: where the fuck are you Joe: just got out, 5 minutes Ronnie: i need to get out Ronnie: move it like Joe: alright Joe: come find me then, make it go faster Ronnie: fucks sake Joe: what's wrong Ronnie: if my body would do what it was told i wouldnt need you Ronnie: cant even paint you a fucking picture Joe: right Ronnie: theres a shit load of stairs yeah Ronnie: i cant do 'em Joe: if you're fat I swear to god Ronnie: calm your tits nancy drew Ronnie: you know thats bullshit Joe: I'll trust you ain't catfishing then Ronnie: thats my next tat Ronnie: all for you baby Joe: sweet Ronnie: hurry up Joe: I am Joe: [show up boy] Ronnie: [when you're just there like damsel in distress which ain't you so it makes it more awks] Joe: [what a first meeting just having to carry her away from god knows where like] Ronnie: [just like we don't know each other but just carry me to your vehicle thanks] Joe: [just doing it silently like this is normal] Ronnie: [since I cant find a pic she should go get that tattoo now just casually drag him along] Joe: [once you get the use of your limbs back lol] Ronnie: [lbr its blatantly someone sketchy she knows the state of them all] Joe: [god bless] Ronnie: [when I know its gotta go on her face somewhere cos #triggered by looking like Tess and I'm just screaming like NOOO] Joe: [my boo is horrified and Joe too] Ronnie: [soz you're so cute bitch and you wanna look so ugly] Joe: [lowkey dread to think how annoying the heal time is on a face tat] Ronnie: [blasting that orchestra bop he mentioned earlier as loud as poss cos yeah you searched for it and yeah you don't wanna hear your thoughts or have a convo] Joe: [when you don't run like you should 'cos you too are a crazy person] Ronnie: [match made in heaven lol] Joe: [🔥😈] Ronnie: [does he have any tattoos I have forgotten] Joe: [Oh, I don't think so??? but he probably would in a self-destructive manner too, as long as they could be hidden like his self-harm like go ahead] Ronnie: [just thinking get one now if you want boy #bonding] Joe: [yolo] Ronnie: [ooh what should it be] Joe: [the real question, hmm] Ronnie: [perfect excuse to be staring at each other while that's happening though cos you can't be moving all about] Joe: [but of course] Ronnie: [Joe can move around more cos not on his fucking head but] Joe: [probably get a cherry or something for the lols] Ronnie: [love that for you Joseph]

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letitrainathousandflames-archive · 6 years

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Last chapter of my “Fives and Dogma are alive AU” chapter on the link and full chapter under the cut:

Echo dismissed Fives’ help for the third time as he carried the buckets of blue milk out of the small barn outside.

“I said I can manage. And I will mock you for the rest of my days, great ARC trooper Fives, almost kicked in the face by an angry bantha.”

Fives followed him close, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Ah, shut up already. She’s moody today.”

“’She’?” Echo laughed “Please tell me you gave it a name. We can name it after someone you hate just for fun. Maybe that kaminoan ge'hutuun who tried to screw you over, Nala Se.”

Fives held the door open for Echo, shaking his dead.

“Nah, I don’t wanna offend the bantha. And when did you get so foul-mouthed, mr. stick-to-the-rules?”

“Ah, when you’re under the power of the seppies you learn to curse a lot.” Echo said as he poured the milk from the buckets into clear glass bottles that were lined up on the sink “Now I don’t even bat an eye at that. Remember when I’d tell you guys not to curse and Droidbait would curse louder just out of spite?”

Fives smirked as he picked up the filled up bottles and put them in the fridge.

“Oh, look at that, my boy’s all grown up. Hevy would be so proud of ya.”

“Hevy cursed like a jet pilot, don’t even compare me to him. Now where’s Dogma?”

Fives shrugged.

“Same as always.”

Dogma had learned of a steep path down the cliff in which they lived. It wouldn’t be easy for a man without training to climb it down, but Dogma was the best of his squad back in his days as a cadet; he’d climb the rocky path easily, supporting one foot after the other and holding on the protruding rocks on the face of the cliff until he could get down to a small cave in it. There he used to sit for hours listening to the crashing waves, or fish so they could have something different from the same steamed vegetables of every day. Somehow, very slowly, he’d grown to accept his new life as not a trooper or a prisoner but something else entirely. He wasn’t a deserter, but he didn’t leave exactly under an honored condition. The whole thing was really strange.

Dogma stuck his fishing rod firmly in a hole so that it would have its line out of the cave and the hook in the water and he reached for the bes’bev in his bag – he had promised Fives that he would use it only to play music, so the former ARC trooper let him keep it. Dogma tugged at his sleeve, exposing his scarred arm. The linear scars were methodically parallel, equidistant of each other. Even his self-harm had method; boring old Dogma.

He put the sharp tip of his bes’bev against his forearm and let out a sigh. He’d promised Fives and Echo that he would stop hurting himself. The thought of cutting was pleasant; it allowed him to see his blood, his trooper’s blood, his heritage, his worth. The pain would smother all the loud chatter in his head, all the giggling that would halt at his presence “here comes Dogma” they would say, the cadets hated his properness and respect for the rules, they would hate ass-kissing Dogma and all his protocol shit.

The pain would make the thought of him shooting at the boys of the 212th back in Umbara blur away at least for a while, it would make him forget of General Krell’s yellow, menacing eyes as he laughed in his face at his blind obedience because it wasn’t fair, he was just a shiny, it had been his first assignment and he just wanted them to be proud of him, he just wanted to be a good soldier…

Dogma grunted and looked down at the crooked, non-linear cut he’d unconsciously made and he hissed, pulling the bes’bev away from his arm.

“No, no, no.” he whispered, raising his arm to his face and sucking the blood off the wound before it could stain his blacks; he lowered it down again, glad to see it was coagulating already “I didn’t mean to, didn’t mean, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, sergeant ...”

After they found out that Krell had pitted the 501st against the 212th, Dogma walked between his brothers, dead and wounded, following the trail of death left in the range of his aim. Dogma was good at shooting, he’d train every day without exception in the shooting range. The result of his skill was there on the battlefield, lying all around him coughing blood and clutching at still-hot blaster wounds. And as he walked to the spot where the last target he’d hit had been, he saw Captain Rex talking to the mortally wounded Sergeant Waxer of the 212th, crying in his last breath. He didn’t make it, as Dogma knew he wouldn’t. He never shot to leave survivors. It was how he’d been taught.

Dogma only came back home by nightfall when his comlink rang and Fives’ voice came through it asking where he was. When he walked inside carrying two big fish in a fabric bag Fives smiled from the table where he’d been playing dejarik with Echo. Echo still won just like every time.

“Hey man. Took you long down there.”

“Fish weren’t biting.” Dogma grumbled, placing the fish on the sink and reaching for their meat knife

“Hey, let me do the cleaning, will you?” Fives asked as he jumped off his seat and walked into the kitchen, snatching the knife off Dogma’s hand; they’d treat him like a goddamn child around any sharp object “See if you can beat Echo, I can’t stand his smug face anymore.”

“It’s just strategy, brother.” Echo said in a joyful tune “Gotta think before you act.”

“Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?” Fives asked jokingly as Dogma left the kitchen and Fives began skinning the fish “I won’t mind kicking your ass like I used to back in the day.”

“Are you willing to kick the cripple’s ass?” Echo pretended to be mortified “Shameful, Fives, I expected better from you.”

Dogma sank to his seat in front of Echo, and as Fives hummed in the kitchen getting their dinner ready, Echo leaned in, resetting the hologram setting and saying in a low voice:

“Okay, what happened, Dogma? Why did you cut yourself again?”

Dogma straightened himself up, his tone defensive.

“I didn’t! Why do you…?”

Echo nodded to his backpack by the door, from which the instrument’s tip poked out.

“The tip’s stained dark.” he said and Dogma sighed “Now we gotta restart the counting. You had been clean for a week and a half, Dogma, you were doing so good.”

Dogma snarled, making the first movement in the game and maintaining his low tone.

“Yeah, thanks, I don’t really need you to tell me I’m an embarrassing di’kut.”

Echo analyzed his strategy, making a countermove.

“I never said that. We’ll restart the counting and keep it up. Before you know, it’ll be a month, two, a year and the scars will fade. I promise. Gar shuk meh kyrayc. Take it easy. I have an idea we can try after we eat.”

Dogma played his turn, shrugging.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

Echo played his, laughing bitterly.

“Lose the ‘sir’. We’re brothers.”

“Yessir.” Dogma paused, frowning “Yes, Echo. And unless your mnook beats my ng’ok…” he watched as his small holographic creature bashed Echo’s creature’s skull in “Ah, look. I won.”

Echo mouth dropped open in shock.

“Haar'chak.” He whispered the curse, squinting at the holograms “How can this be?”

Fives waked out of the kitchen as the smell of food filled the house warmed by the stove’s heat, and he practically skipped like a kid to Echo’s side, looking at the table.

“He won?” he looked up to Dogma “You won?! Kandosii, give five to good ol’ Fives!” he slapped his palm on Dogma’s and then pointed at Echo “Ha! You lost! Loser! K'atini!”

Echo got up, mildly annoyed.

“Glad to see you’re sill eight. I’ll keep an eye on those potatoes before you overcook them.”

“Hey I’m not eight, I’m Fives!” Fives laughed himself brathless until he had coughing fit at the stupid pun “And you know what you are? A loser!”

Even Dogma couldn’t help but laugh at Fives state of absolute joy over his victory.

Dogma tugged at the cuffs of his blacks as he’d sit on the floor of Echo’s atelier. Fives looked with curious interest as Echo sat beside him and Dogma, placing his watercolor palette, a water glass and a few of his brushes on the floor in front of them.

“…So, what are we doing here?” Fives asked tentatively

Echo looked calm and diplomatic as General Kenobi, Fives had thought.

“Dogma here has something to show us. Dogma?”

Dogma hesitated, looking at Echo.

“It was nothing…”

Echo narrowed his eyes at Dogma, and now he looked more like General Skywalker.

“Show him. You said you wanted to let me help.”

Dogma looked at Fives, then back at Echo and he swallowed hard, grimacing. He rolled his sleeve up, looking away from his brothers as he’d show them his scarred arm and the freshly-healed superficial cut. Fives ran his hand over his beard, snarling.

“Ah, shabuir… You’re doing this shit again?!”

“It was an accident…!” Dogma started defensively

“Accident?! You want me to believe this shit?! Want me to patch you up next time you slice an artery open and your arm gushes blood everywhere?!”

Echo gave Fives a light push to his chest.

“Fives, will you calm down?”

Fives ground his teeth, getting up to his feet. Dogma did the same and, supporting his hands on his prosthetic knees, Echo did too. Fives growled out, pointing a finger to Dogma:

“I won’t calm down until this or'dinii stop this shit before he winds up dead! Do you think this is funny?! Do you think this is the running gag in our little club, ‘let’s see if Dogma bled himself out with his stupid flute?!’”

“Fives shut up NOW!” Echo barked as Dogma tried to walk away and he held him down in place by the neck of his shirt, pulling him back “and you, Dogma, stay here! We need to clear some things out, and it has to be now!”

Fives was still breathing hard, massaging his chest over his strained lungs as Dogma turned to face him.

“Rangir.” Fives said in a lower tone that dripped with disgust “I’m doing my fucking best to make something out of this miserable rest of existence and this piece of shit…”

Echo exhaled sharply between his teeth, placing his hands on his hips.

“Fives, stars be my witness, one more word and I will deck you in the face.”

Fives let out an agry, aggressive laugh.

“Did he tell you he leaded a firing squad to execute me and Jesse in Umbara? I never told you this part, did I Echo, that turncoat dinii general gave orders to execute us as traitors for going against his orders. Guess who stood in front of us and dare to ask if we wanted to be blindfolded?! Guess who looked us dead in the eye and yelled ‘fire’?! Guess who would’ve laid his tattooed head on the pillow and sleep just fine knowing he’d executed his brothers?!”

Dogma had his eyes low to the floor, and Fives walked to him, pushing him on the chest.

“And I’m just standing here today because Tup and Kix and my brothers refused to shoot me. Even Rex was disgusted at you, Dogma, and he gave you a chance to start over, we all did, and this is how you repay him, playing ‘how deep can I cut before I kill myself’.”

“Fives, cut this crap now!” Echo tried to stand between the two of them, but Fives blocked him with his arm

Dogma was biting his lip so hard it had gone white. He was used to bullying ever since he’d beat his cadet training in ARC trooper time and became the laughing stock of his brothers, stuck-up Dogma, the sheb'urcyin ass-kisser. But just like when Krell laughed at him for trusting his orders, Dogma had a breaking point. And when he drove a tension-loaded fist to Fives’ face, nothing could’ve prepared the former ARC trooper.

When the two brothers dropped down in a mess of punches and angry snarling, Echo somehow managed to shove his blunt prosthetic arm between them, elbowing Dogma in the ribs with his flesh arm and pushing Fives down on the ground with the other one.

“Stop it. Stop this shit now!” Dogma rolled to the side, coughing, and Fives did the same, wiping the blood off his lips. Echo helped Dogma sit up. “Fives, if you open your mouth one more time, I’m gonna lock you out, you hear me?”

Fives spat blood on the floor, cursing. Echo helped him sit up too, rubbing his forehead to then run his hand over his buzz cut hair and reached for his watercolor palette and a brush.

“Okay, we’ll pretend all this ridiculous display didn’t happen and that we are all grown men trying to help each other.” At that, Dogma rubbed a red mark over his cheekbone and Fives picked at one of his teeth to see if it was still rooted in place. Echo sighed. “Now Dogma, lend me your arm. Can I hold it for a moment?”

Dogma hesitated, still rubbing his face to then slowly lower his arm. Echo held his wrist to then wet the paintbrush in the water, running it over some light blue paint and painting a thin line over Dogma’s scarred forearm. Dogma flinched at the cold sensation of the paint on his skin.

“What are you doing?”

Echo shrugged, painting a twin line beside the first one.

“No idea. Painting is relaxing for me, so I thought it could be relaxing for you. Y’know, I made the custom painting of my armor after our mission in the Rishi Moon outpost, Fives’ too. I made him an awesome Z-6 blaster cannon on his shoulder pads.”

Fives was still licking the blood off his lips and looking at Echo and Dogma as if they were some alien species performing some sort of weird ritual.

“Yeah, brag all you want, but the Rishi Eel was my design.”

Echo offered Dogma his brush.

“Here, try it, the paint’s not toxic. Paint something over these scars.”

Dogma hesitated.

“I… I can’t draw for shit, Echo.”

“Doesn’t matter, just slather some color over this, have fun.” He held the brush out to Dogma again “Go on.”

Dogma knitted his brows to then pick up the brush, cleaning it in the water.

“Can I use these?” he pointed at the palette

“Knock youself out.”

Dogma ran the bristles over the purple paint and Dogma turned to Fives.

“The only positive thing about your Rishi Eel was its symmetry.”

Fives scoffed.

“Do I sense jealousy, brother?”

“You sense artistic sensibility, smartass.”

“Ah, real mature… Holy shit.”

Fives leaned over to look at the purple organic, curved lines that Dogma now detailed with red tips; it was clearly a representation of the weird flora they’d encountered in Umbara, among which they would also find vixus, a nasty tentacle-wielding creature that could eat up a whole trooper in one go.

“‘Can’t draw for shit’, yeah right.” Fives said in annoyed awe, “you could’ve stolen Tup’s place as the 501st tattoo artist.”

He clenched his teeth at that. Shit. Fuck. Talking about Tup still hurt like hell.

Dogma placed the paintbrush down, looking at the stunning art piece in his arm.

“So what?” he asked Echo “When I shower, it’ll all come out. What’s the point?”

Echo tapped a finger to his lips pensively. Well, he had a point. At that, Fives sighed, scratching his beard.

“Whatever, draw another. Just… Just play with the paint, draw something on your arm, draw skywalker’s annoying droid if you must, that one that used to drive commander Wolffe crazy. Just…” he sighed “If you get your bes’bev and you think about cutting your arm, get a brush instead, okay? Can you do that?”

Dogma looked at Fives with surprise in his eyes, and then he nodded.

“Yeah… I can do that.”

Fives got up to his feet, stretching his arms to then crack his knuckles.

“Good, great. Now, I smell overcooked potatoes and I’m blaming this all on you, Echo.”

Echo got up to his feet surprisingly fast.

“Ah, damn it!” he bolted out of the room, dashing into the kitchen to save their dinner

Fives laughed softly, walking out of the room and, turning to look at Dogma who still admired the art on his arm like he’d never seen it before.

“Hey Dogma.” Dogma looked to him “About Tup… I’ll tell you all about what happened to him. Just… Just give me some time, okay?”

Dogma looked surprised once again, and once again he nodded.

When the three men sat at the table, Fives looked at Echo’s prosthetic hand that he’d use to cut him a nice chunk of baked fish and steamed potatoes with easy, perfect movements, so different from the clumsy man unused to his prosthetics; he then turned to look at Dogma, who had dug up a bottle of a good wine brought by Rex on his first visit there when he’d brought him Fives, and that they’d keep for special occasions. Dogma raised his glass to Fives and the clone toasted along Dogma and Echo, taking a sip.

Later that night as they’d drink their third glass of wine, Fives started to think out loud.

“We’re born in Kamino but we’re not Kaminoans” he said a little tipsily

“Thank the stars, we’re prettier than those necky jiriads!” Echo laughed, and Fives laughed too, already used to how much more susceptible to alcohol he was

“Shh, let the man talk.” even Dogma was giggling, putting his glass down

“Like I was saying.” Fives cleared his throat, still smiling “We are born in Kamino but we are not Kaminoans. We have Mandalorian blood, we wear their garments, we speak their tongue but we are also not Mandalorian. We belong to the Republic, but we fight alongside the Jedi. It’s kind of hard to know where we belong. It’s…” the smile in his lips faded away “It’s easy to feel lost.”

At that Echo and Dogma grimaced a little too but Fives sighed, smiling more softly now.

“I… I could feel really lost out here, away from my mission and from everything I’ve ever known, after their betrayal, after everything. But with you guys by my side, I think I’ll survive this mess. I think we all will.”

Echo smiled back at Fives, reaching his flesh hand to him.

“I couldn’t have said it better, vod.”

Fives grabbed his hand and glanced at Dogma.

“you too, baby brother, c’m’ere.”

Dogma smirked, grabbing onto Fives’ and Echo’s hand, his beautifully painted arm exposed.

“Yeah, we’re gonna make it.” he said “We’ll be fine.”

We will, Fives had thought as his chest stopped feeling tight for the first time since he’d been shot back in Cosruscant, and he drew in a blissfully deep breath. We’ll be just fine.

#my fics #cutting m/#blood m/#bad coping mechanisms #ptsd m/#dehumanization m/#clone angst #I'M EXTREMELY PROUD AND I THINK THIS IS MY BEST FANFIC EVER #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #clone trooper dogma

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the-voice-of-hell · 4 years

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The Septagram

- Previous - First -

***

Iphigenia took the flashlight out and ambled downhill over the chunks of rocks, earth, plants. Some parts were fairly dry, but others were drenched or held deep puddles. The aftermath of hoisting a city park with a reservoir and water tower two thousand feet in the air, then knocking it down. The wet parts sparkled in the weak electric light and were easily avoided.

Up ahead, she saw a pink light. A flame licking out of a crack in the ruins. It cast its faint light up on the unevenly collapsed slabs that constituted the roof of this passage. She didn’t think much of it until she got closer. There were six eyes floating in it, circling each other.

“What are you?,” she asked.

“The question,” the fire responded in a woman’s voice, “Is where am I?”

Ippy crumpled her face in anger, then figured it out. “You’re in my mind. There aren’t no six eyes floating in a pink fire in front of me.”

“That’s right. You’re coming to see me, Iphigenia, with violence in your heart. When we meet, it could be over very quickly. But before we meet, we can take a little time. Get to know each other.”

“Eeyeah, I don’t think so.” She started walking again - toward the weak flame, but intent on stepping right past it.

“Please, my sister. If you don’t tarry with me, then you will see him, and be overwhelmed with hatred.”

She shook her head. “What does it matter?”

“It matters to me,” said the woman.

Iphigenia was given a moment of pause. It reminded her of talking to the cop, Park. She knew better than to trust a cop, but he seemed quite genuine. Still, a six-eyed fire had to be less trustworthy than a pig.

Ippy reached a dark filthy pool, and there would be no way past it but wading. Orange fires sprang up at the corners of the pool, drizzling black smoke into the wreckage above. She had plenty of room to wade between the little hazards, and did so.

But they began to rotate. Slow at first but then becoming a spinning wheel of fire around her. There were eyes in this fire - more than in the last, red like rubies - and a man’s voice. Abalaam.

“Iphigenia. I understand you’re coming to kill me. I told you that you would have your vengeance. And now it lies ahead of you, simple and pure.”

“So why you holdin’ me up?” She wagged her hammer at the fire.

“Far be it from me to stand in the way of fate. But I want you to consider what you’ll find when you come to me. I am with Queen Bymaan - the architect of all this ruin, of this Hell on Earth. Between the two of us, how can you stand?”

“You both gonna try to kill me? Or fuck me? Because it kinda sounds like you both wanna fuck me. I’m not really into that, dude.”

“Hahaha, you are magnificent. But that’s not what I’m after. I want your fire, hot enough to burn us both to ash. I don’t mind dying. It’s been long thousands of years. But I don’t want to leave the Earth in that bitch’s hands. Kill us both, Iphigenia!”

“This is some bullshit reverse psychology, because you know I hate you enough I ain’t gonna do what you want. So I’m just gonna kill you and let her live. That’s obvious. But why would you want that?”

“Are you that simple? You’d let your world burn under the reign of Lucifer’s bitch, just to spite me?”

“You know how hard it is up here? Most Americans don’t give a fuck about the world. It’s like, I got mine, fuck you. Seriously, what did you hope to achieve by this? Get me riled, hope it’ll put me off my game?”

“You don’t even expect to live through the fight, do you?”

“You’re a fucking genius.”

“Fine. But don’t listen to her. She’ll have you in her thrall, believe me.”

“FUCK YOU! If I get this thing through your skull, I’ll kill myself with a smile. I’m fuckin’ DONE!”

“Such a waste.” The fires dissipated.

***

Park walked toward the pink light, wondered what he’d even do when he got there. He wasn’t a nephilim like Infante or Iphigenia. He didn’t even have a pointed stick at the moment. The pink light ahead was so faint, but he was sure it was his goal - his destiny. He wasn’t going to die before the scene in the throne room after all.

The oracles song was starting to pick up in his head again. He knew if he resisted it, he’d get a headache, but he figured out how to let it slide by him. A strange feeling. He let the sound be, but unfocused his mind, letting him see past it. Only one thing he needed - that pink fire.

An orange light emerged from the pink, and slipped toward him across the stone, in a serpentine motion. As it drew closer he could see it was an actual serpent, made of gold.

It was on him before he could think, sliding in circles around his body until it was on his hands like cat’s cradle. It was thin as a whip, with ruby-red eyes on its face and down its back.

“Detective Park!” It was Abalaam’s voice. Or Abraham’s, perhaps. Less depth.

“Gah! This is grody, even for you.”

“You don’t like snakes?” It disappeared in a burst of golden light, and SAC Abraham stood before him, translucent like those ghosts in Star Wars - but with a golden tinge to the light. “We can do it like this. It’s all in your head.”

“Yeah, that’s better. If we hafta do this, we can do it like this.”

“You’re a human being. Hardly a trace of angelic contamination in your noble blood - the favored race of God in Heaven.”

“What does that matter to you? Jealous?”

“Yes, in fact. But the important thing is that you’re so much more sensible than these nephilim.”

“Why do you need sensibility?”

“Iphigenia is still coming, specifically to kill me.”

“That’s fine by me.”

“Fine, but consider this. Bymaan is far more powerful than I am. I can even the odds with a little help from some nephilim, but if one stands with her against me, the fight is not so sure.”

“Again..?”

“If I lose and Bymaan wins, you will never be able to defeat her. If I win, you may yet have a chance to defeat me. The lesser evil should prevail, if humanity is to prevail in the long run.”

“So I’m supposed to use my sense to convince Iphigenia not to kill you, until the Queen is dead?”

“You’ve got it.”

“Not really convinced, Abe.”

“She isn’t even going to come to you.”

“What does that mean?” Park resumed walking, and the phantom remained in front of him receding at the same pace he advanced.

“She is in Iphigenia’s mind, and another nephilim as well. She doesn’t believe you matter - that humanity can make a difference. I’m coming to you because I believe there is a reason God favors you. Show your worth, Ji-hyung.”

“Christ, you demons are creepy.”

“You don’t have much longer to decide. The time is nearly upon you.”

“I know.”

The phantom disintegrated, replaced with a more solid form. It was a lurching human form that crashed into him, and they fell apart in a tangle of limbs, gasps, and panic.

***

“Jennifer. You’re awfully happy, considering the current state of your lover.”

Jen shook her head.

“Hey, that’s ticklin’ my nose, kid.” Jason rode behind her on the unicorn.

“Sorry, the evil Queen is trying to mind control me right now. Toots, I’ve got things to do. Gimme a break!” She kicked the unicorn’s sides gently and it ran at the wall, up to the corner, then sprang away.

Jason hung on for dear life. There wasn’t a good reason for him to be on the beast’s back yet. Jen hadn’t found a way out, but was so confident it would happen quickly that she’d convinced him to mount up. They’d been running up walls and kicking at cracks, by the light of the monster’s horn.

Bymaan was a pink haze in the corners of Jen’s vision. “I’m not trying to control you. You saw what happened. My treacherous servant Abalaam snatched up your Sergio to empower himself. You’ll see when you get to us.”

“That’s right. You came to Seattle and thought you could take over, subject us to your laws. But we’re free! Anarchy now, baby!”

Jason quibbled, only hearing half the conversation. “Maybe I should get off this ride, kiddo. I’m no rabble-rouser. I just wanna find my girl and get outta the pokey.”

“HYAH!” Jen rode the unicorn up another wall and bashed through the roof in a shower of small rocks. Tangled buddy roots roughly brushed over their flesh as they clambered through to the next good stopping place.

The pink haze fell away, but now an orange light crowded the corners of her sight. They were in a much taller pocket of ruin now, the lambent unicorn’s radiance barely reaching the top crevice where the slabs had crushed together. The beast tapped its hooves impatiently, feeling out the new environment.

Abalaam’s voice came to Jen. “You’re coming to find us, to set your man free.”

“Sergio’s his own man, demon voice.”

Jason said, “That’s it, I’m getting down. Thanks for the ride, unicorn.”

He awkwardly dismounted and staggered to the side. The unicorn whuffed at him, and went back to its work.

“Jennifer, I will gladly free Sergio, and this other one beside him. But I need all the power I can muster to throw down the despot that oppresses us both. Queen Bymaan has taken over your precious city. I don’t care about The Septagram. A demon lord reigning in open sight is a target. Help me defeat her, and I will release these men, then release Seattle itself.”

“Golly, pal. That sure sounds reasonable.” She rolled her eyes.

“The only reason I needed Sergio was to defeat my Queen. If she is gone, I have no need for him. You’ll see, whether you help me or not.”

“So why tell me about it?”

“Because it will be easier if you join me. Maybe you’ll see sense when you get here. She’s too powerful, and has to be stopped.”

“You’re the one that brought the building down. Who’s too powerful?”

“And after her tower fell, she isn’t dead yet. What does that tell you?”

“Get out of my head, guy. I’m gonna do whatever I want.”

“We both know that. It’s why we’re making our cases.”

“Uh-huh. Are you done yet?”

The fiery glow dissipated like someone blew out a candle. She turned the unicorn in place with gentle pushes at his shoulders, pleased how smart he was about following her instruction, and surveyed the chamber. There was Jason, hands in his pockets, wondering what would come next, but not wanting to get back on the creature. He flashed a polite smile at her, but looked away, making it clear he was looking for his own way out now.

She rode the unicorn around the uneven mounds of ruin, looking for weak corners or halls that hadn’t been ruined - any kind of way out. Then again, if the demon bosses had reached her with their minds, they were probably trapped as well. Should she be trying to escape, or trying to find them?

Jen grew impatient and picked up speed, driving the unicorn around and around the chamber, up and down walls. I’m the greatest hipster that ever lived. Nothing can stop me.

***

Maddy figured out she wasn’t being attacked and embraced the strange man. He was a tall handsome sort, but mostly it was a relief to be around any humans that had lived through that mess. “Oh, mister! You’re alive!”

“Uh, yeah, sorry.” Park pushed her gently out to arm’s length. “I’m glad to see somebody else alive in here, too. But I need to find somebody in particular. Have you seen a big red demon with a wheel on his back?”

She shook her head. “Yes, but why? Why go there?”

“My man is his prisoner.” A moment of reflexive internalized homophobia pushed this out his mouth, “We’re cops.” That’s right. He’s your man because he’s under your command.

“There’s no way your man is alive. That monster...” She shook her head. “We need to get out of here! The demons will kill each other and bring the place down on our heads! I know it!” She covered her face with her hands. “We need to get out of The Septagram. Out of Seattle.”

“Ma’am, look. I don’t know if there’s a way out of here until some kind of rescue digs us out. If you can find some water, do it. At least there’s a lot of trapped air and not many people sharing it.”

“You’re going to leave me?” She was miserable again.

“I need to find my man.”

“Fine, I’ll take you there. You damned macho bastard.” Her words faded into grunting silence. She gestured back the way she came - toward the faint pink light. Park helped support her so she could stop hopping everywhere. They went to see the Queen.

Park and Maddy came out behind the camel and carefully maneuvered around it. Maddy clung to Park all the way up until they were standing right beside the great demons, forming a triangle. She gestured at the weird scene. “Queen Bymaan. Your wheel, your man. Are you satisfied?”

Park’s gaze was transfixed. “Infante! Are you..?”

The broken remains of Abalaam’s wheel provided the stationary track for a wheel of fiery energy, with men for spokes. They spun endlessly - too fast to see their faces clearly through the flames. They didn’t speak, but the eyeballs on the wheel track flashed, and focused on Park.

The big demon spoke. “She doesn’t care about you, Ji-hyung. Madison. You’re merely humans.”

Park grunted. “Like the men in your wheel. Let them go!”

“These aren’t humans like you, like Madison. These are nephilim, and my only advantage over the Queen - the only thing keeping her bound to the circle.”

Maddy cried quietly into Park’s shoulder while he spoke with the thing.

“And we’re supposed to believe you’ll let them go when you take her down?”

Abalaam’s voice seemed to come from nowhere, his expression still as he faced off with the Queen. “It won’t be up to you to decide. Unless you can influence the will of the other nephilim who are coming to the battle - Jennifer and Iphigenia.”

“Two. One for each of you.”

“And I have two in my corner already.”

Park thought her heard the woman say “Daddy” and became too distracted to retort.

***

Iphigenia came to a long even slab leading down into darkness. There was a lot more soil and stone in the mix here - and among it, headstones and coffins. This must have slid down from the graveyard. She felt a little bad for the dead, but kept on.

Then orange willowisps trickled out of the rocks and came to rest on two particular coffins. Skeletons bashed their way out.

“Skeletons, oh no.” She wasn’t impressed, holding a very useful tool for crushing bone. She tucked the flashlight into her shirt pocket again and readied the weapon.

The skeletons looked confused for a moment, like they were trying to recover their minds, their identities. But then an orange light flashed in their eye sockets, and they fell in line. They leapt to the ground and ran toward her.

She was ready for the attack, but then they broke to the sides, started weaving and dipping like boxers. She tried to get out from in between them, but they were too deft.

“Fighters, huh?” She tried a little feint toward one, then came at the other with the hammer. It rolled out of the way and bashed her in the hip with a crescent kick. She grunted and didn’t have time to react before the other came at her with a familiar looking step side kick. She was tossed hard to the rocks. The other leapt in with a stomp to her gut.

Reflexively she lashed out with the hammer in a great sweeping arc. They both jumped back in unison, went to the boxing stance. She groaned and stood, keeping her back to the rocks. “Alright. What is this? Orange light, must be Abalaam. Didn’t know you had kung fu.”

The skeletons came back at her. She dove between them and caught more brutal kicks, rolling across the rocks. When she managed to face them again, she was rewarded with a kick to the face. It hurt like hell, but a kick from the other one to the side of her head was less bad.

They kept doing all these fancy little moves, spinning and weaving and snapping. But she realized they had very little strength - no muscle moving these bones, and the magic working in place of that was weaker. It was only direct hits with the right force behind that did proper damage.

She dropped the hammer and grabbed the leg of the tall one as it kicked at her, rushing forward until she slammed its body into a big rock. Her body was the weapon, and she crushed the fragile bones. She’d been cut up in the process, but it was worth it to have one less nuisance. Then she rolled to the side, to face the shorter one.

Ippy had turned just in time to see it had made itself a lot more dangerous, whacking at her with her own hammer. She barely dodged, got out of the way, and came up to face the Harryhausen creation.

It held the hammer across its hands, displaying it as if on offer. Letting her get the advantage back? A sense of honor? No, it was just being fancy before launching into a kata where it whirled the hammer all about like nunchaku.

“Damn, Boney Maloney. You come straight out of a kung fu movie.” She found herself unconsciously bobbing and weaving like they had done before, hoping to be ready for the attack when it came.

One quick hammer lash. She flinched out of the way and it was only a glancing blow. The skeleton seamlessly went back into the kata, the weapon twirling all about, daring her to try a move.

She stepped to the side, paced down to flatter rocks, and back a step. She had both fists up, one leg forward and one back, but tried to keep her stance as loose as possible. She needed to be ready for anything.

The skeleton seemed to prefer defensive moves - intercepting attacks and such. It also stepped back a pace, caught the twirling hammer under its right arm, and gestured to her with the other hand. Beckoning.

She shook her head. “Do I look stupid?”

It caught her in the middle of the last syllable, lashing out in the space between her breaths, when she’d be slowest to react. The hammer came so fast, crashing brutally into her arms where she blocked it, then snapped back to twirl in for another hit.

Ippy took advantage of the wind up and sprang forward with a short leaping kick to the chest. The skeleton blasted to pieces and her hammer clattered to the ground beside her.

The skeletons had done a number on her. She was scratched and scraped in so many ways, all of her clothes bloody, save where being pre-soaked with water made it harder for the claret to seep in. The worst were bone bruises on her arms, ribs, and jaw - and that her jaw was jammed up. She couldn’t open her mouth far without making the pain worse - and it was already quite bad, radiating from her throat up to her temple on that side.

She slumped to the grass, loosely drawing the hammer toward her lap.

More skeletons and a few withered corpses besides. No kung fu stances on the rest of them, at least. She rubbed sweat out of her eyes and tensed her grip on the hammer.

The assault began, orange light in their eyes. Abalaam knew she was coming for him, first and foremost. Could she really do this? Kill a powerful demon, like Infante had?

It was easy to feel powerful bashing apart these less impressive foes, but the demon had admitted the only reason they could be killed was due to Jelly Sue’s influence. As easy as it had been for him to destroy her, that vampiric power somehow had some power over him. Once she was out of the picture, Infante’s bullets did nothing.

Even with several corpses attacking her at once now, the fight was much easier. So much so that her mind was able to drift. There was an image there in pink light - a piece of paper floating down from above. More bullshit from the Queen. While part of Iphigenia’s mind battled the creatures around her, part of it read the page.

“The seventh spirit in order is Bymaan, a great Monarch, and very obedient to Lucifer. Bymaan is constrained by divine virtue to stand before the conjurer, where they putteth on the likeness of man or woman: they sitteth on a dromedary which is a swift runner, and weareth a glorious crown. There goeth before them an Host of spirits with trumpets and well sounding cymbals, and all musical instruments.

At first they appeareth with a great cry and roaring, that the conjurer will understand them not. But when the conjurer hath delivered them the first obligation to observe their desire, they must answer him distinctly and plainly to all questions asked - of all philosophy, wisdom, and science, and of all other secret things. And if he willeth to know the disposition of the world, and what the Earth is, or what holdeth it up in the water, or any other thing, or what is the Abyss, or where the wind is, or from whence it cometh, they will teach him abundantly.

Consecrations as well as sacrifices may be reckoned. Bymaan giveth dignities and confirmations - they bindeth them that resist him in chains and subjecteth them to the conjurer. They prepareth good familiars, can raiseth the dead for a time of seven years, and hath the understanding of all arts. Note that at the calling up of them, the conjurer must look towards the northwest, because there is their house…”

***

Maddy and Park were knocked to the floor with the force of a shockwave. A unicorn smashed through the wall and tried to drive its horn into Abalaam’s wheel, but was held at bay by the magic circle below him. The protective energies clashed with the unicorn’s powers, and threw it back. It hit the ground and bounced like a heavy sausage.

There was that young white lady from before, no doubt here to rescue Sergio, now fallen from the unicorn and utterly dazed. A man came up from the tunnel behind her, and beheld the scene in wonderment.

“Daddy?”

Jason cast about in the darkness, the only light sources the aurae of rituals and magical beasts. Then he saw Maddy, sprawled on the floor, reaching toward him with one hand. “Maddy!”

Park was very glad to not be ‘Daddy’, but he was occupied trying to understand the new situation - and still had an instinct to try to keep people safe as possible. He put himself between the lady and the magical fireworks - still sparking around Abalaam.

Abalaam’s voice rumbled, again disembodied. “Amduscias! Stay out of this! It is a family affair. No concern of yours.”

The unicorn took note of his commands, and got to its feet. Jen’s glasses were finally wrecked and she took in the scene impressionistically. “Amduscias? Is that your name, boy?”

He nodded to her, then turned his attention to the circle, stamping a hoof. He must not have the power to penetrate the magic circle, Jen reasoned.

She walked along the periphery on the far side from Maddy and Park, while Jason hustled the other direction, rushing to embrace his daughter. Jen looked at the spinning men hopelessly. They were a blur in a ring of fire. “Sergio!”

He couldn’t respond.

Abalaam spoke again. “You’ve arrived Jennifer. I did not expect you to bring help. Strange we can be nearly omniscient and still get broadsided by circumstance. Have you met my friend Ji-hyung Park? He’s a detective from Tacoma.”

“That’s great.”

“Not his friend!” Park was yelling from the other side of the wheel.

“I guessed.”

“Jennifer. You still have time to decide. Unlike your new friend, you can pass the circle - try to lay hands upon me in violence. You won’t be able to harm me yet - perhaps when the second nephilim arrives. In the meantime, consider my words.”

“Man, why should I believe you? Maybe I can kill you right now, and you’re just biding time!”

“Hahaha… You’re welcome to try. Just keep in mind the fair lady in front of me is made of softer stuff - and it would be a far better use of your energies to take her down.”

She regarded the Queen. What a strange figure she cut, like a statue of the Virgin Mary, crying. Just to look at her, it was hard to hate her. But she had to remember the cruelty of the invading army, making Rosemarie get that crappy tattoo, killing those guys. The cruelty with which they’d jailed her and Sergio in that little cage. And why was Amduscias trapped with Jason at the bottom of the pit? Who could do that to a unicorn?

Amduscias spoke, “You’re thinking about it. Good.”

She shook off the haze. “Like fuck I am.” She pointed angrily at Abalaam, who still was not looking at her, except with the eyes of his wheel. “Let’s do this thing!”

Park felt useless. He was holding his arms at his sides, as if he’d have to use them somehow to protect Maddy and her Daddy. Surely neither of them was stupid enough to get into the fight. And what was the goddamned unicorn going to do? It was pacing near Abalaam’s back - a lot smaller than the camel in the Queen’s corner, but armed.

Jen charged at the Queen, ran up her fleshy body, did an extremely powerful backflip off her forehead, coming at Abalaam with pointy boot heels to the eyes. She bounced away and her fall was broken by a big white lap. It jiggled with her impact.

She felt the Queen’s soothing presence in her mind, like big white hands helping her back to her feet, though the actual hands remained still at her sides. She looked up at Abalaam, still sitting impassive. No. He was smiling now, the prick!

“I’ve had about enough of you,” she said.

“You can feel how soft she is. Strike her down, and Sergio will be freed. Officer Infante as well… Strange, how much love is in this fallen temple tonight. But can the lovers bring themselves to do what is best for them?”

Jason got Park’s attention with an arm on the shoulder. Park jumped. “Sorry, officer, I just… do you know if there’s a way outta here for the civilians?”

“I’m sorry. I really wish I did.”

“Thank you.” He stepped back to Maddy and slouched down at the wall beside her. “Hey Princess, how are you holdin’ up?”

“It’s a miracle! You’re alive.”

“You and me both, Baby.”

“No, I mean it! I tried really hard, I prayed so many times. And you came riding in on a - a unicorn! It’s Jesus!”

“I think its name is Amduscias, Honey.”

She punched his arm. “You know what I mean!”

“Uh, yeah, I guess I do. Well, I wasn’t praying when Jen and Amduscias busted me outta the pit, but you were. Maybe if we’re both praying now, it’ll help out a lot?”

“I love you, Daddy.”

He held her close and kissed her temple, then quietly said anything holy he could remember. “Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name...”

Jen clambered out of the Queen’s lap and stood between the monsters. Fallen angels. Demons. She could feel the energy between them as they struggled for dominance, and something else too - more subtle. She felt it in her pelvis and thought of Sergio. His energy was caught up in this mix too. She got mad and started stomping and kicking at Abalaam’s annoyingly bulletproof legs.

***

The demons atop the mess had developed a good strategy for finding the Queen. Shiny Dan - a Satanist with a drafting degree - worked with the tiniest demons they could find and a lot of wire to start mapping the wreckage. Cariamon - the main demon on the scene - kept the less ruly types out of the way while he processed the intelligence.

The building had been made of a very particular kind of black stone, which was fairly resilient to the kind of damage being done. While the whole structure had fallen to pieces, large slabs of it had not - some hundreds of feet long. They were stacked irregularly, like a pile of driftwood that hadn’t been cemented fully by tides yet, leaving pockets of air - caverns, mostly sealed off from each other, but some more connected than others. The little demons squeezed in the less accessible cracks and crevices to help map out the interior.

Cariamon shoved a monkey-like demon aside with his copper-plated rod of authority, then pointed it at the six inch demon giving his report. “Be specific. Was it more of an acute angle, or obtuse?”

Its fish face was panicked. “What does that mean, boss?”

Shiny Dan said, “Was it steep? Did you have a hard time standing on it, where it sloped down?”

“Yeah! Yeah, real steep.”

“Thank you.” He adjusted the angle of a chunk of polygons in his 3D program. “Master Cariamon, with a few more hours of this, I really believe we can pinpoint where the temple ended up.”

“Mm, it may have to do, but I wonder if we can hasten the discovery. She doesn’t need to breathe, but if she’s … in a bad state, Lucifer will be most vexed.”

Shiny Dan pushed his ponytail back from his shoulder again, and looked at the fallen angel with sensitive eyes. “I will do whatever it takes for my Infernal Lord!” He contemplated the screen again. “We can really rule out all of these areas. These slabs suggest that interior vertical stayed intact after these floors collapsed, which would force it to stay on this side of the wall. See?”

“I do see. This technology is remarkable.”

“Vinimus, Terigius, and that one that looked like… a mushroom with a human foot?”

“Grotus.”

“Those guys did some serious rappelling here. Said it was a fifty foot drop, which for them is mountain climbing.”

“Why do you mention this?”

“The horizontals - the floors and ceilings - crumbled much more thoroughly than the verticals. If it’s weak enough and you ran some guys down that shaft, they might be able to find the temple. Unless it ended up in this spot, or this one. Or if it was smashed completely.”

“You have served Hell well, Shiny Dan. Keep up this work. I’m going to get that endeavor underway.” He turned to another legionnaire. “Ardigon, keep this lot in line while I’m gone.”

“Aye, Master Centurion.”

Cariamon ascended the ridge grabbing the attention of his subordinates with waves of the scepter, pulling them into his orbit. At the top he pointed to a small hole in the rubble, only a foot and a half across. “We need this hole wide enough to send down legionnaires, explore anything you can get past with picks. The bricks of the pavilion had a wavy cut. Keep your eyes out for those in particular.”

An elderly man crested the opposite ridge and looked down at them with a hand on his hip. “Heya. Heard the Queen ended up inside this mess.”

Cariamon cocked an eyebrow at him. “Another fake legionnaire?”

“I never fake it. Anyway, I’d love to meet the lady in charge. Is this way down a hot ticket?”

“Could be. Grab a pick, old fellow.”

“Mmm, too slow.” He slid down the slab he was on, did a little hop, and crashed through the hole - widening it on the way down. He was out of sight.

Cariamon jabbed a goat boy in the arm with his rod. “Don’t let that man find her first. Get in the hole. All of you!”

***

#The Septagram

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Ahhhhhhhh happy holidays to you dear @fonsscientae!!! I’m your @rotgsecretsanta! Honestly I have no idea if this is anything like what you wanted but I saw the words post battle and angst in your requests and I just rolled with it! Um I hope you like it??? :3c So I wrote you a kinda angst Jack fic? Let me know what you thought I can always try something else maybe if its not what you wanted??

Fic under the cut~

Jack Frost was having a bad day, which was an generous euphemism for having his ass handed to him spectacularly in this particular fight, he had a long running theory he was the universe’s, or at the very least the man in the moon’s, whipping boy and that the space time continuum was balanced purely on him being on the receiving end of a painful bashing and today seemed to be one of those instances that proved it.

There certainly were better ways to be spending his birthday, his three hundred and twentieth, than fighting back an attack from Pitch Black himself and his new and improved army of Fearlings. Nasty things those Fearlings, the other Guardians had explained to him when they had first reappeared a short while back, after realising that corrupting Sandy’s magic to create Nightmares wasn’t very successful he had reverted back to his old tricks.

“Guys?!” Jack yelled, peering quick over his shoulder for any sign of his friends, the sleigh had been behind him not only a second ago. Each way he looked he only saw grey clouds and dark swarms of the Nightmare King’s monsters, damn it, they had warned him, they had said never get separated when they were up against Fearlings, the creatures were cunning and once they had someone isolated they could confuse and disorientate them. He was too vulnerable, where were the others? Had they gone back down to the ground? “Whoa!” he managed to block a Fearling’s attack just in time, smashing the creature around the face with the crook of his staff. That’s what he got for keeping still in a battle, he thought as he launched himself back into flight. He needed to find the others and regroup, as much as he hated to admit it he was way out of his depth here and he needed the other Guardians fighting at his side.

Where the hell where they? He growled to himself, dodging in and out of swarms, his ice blasting a way through as Fearlings snapped out at him with teeth and claws, a hand just managing to snatch at a handful of his hoody before he kicked away. He needed the others right now, he was being overwhelmed and one wrong move-

He shrieked when two Fearlings charged him from either side, one slamming into his shoulder that he had to grab around its throat to stop it sinking its teeth into his skin and the other at his arm, snatching his staff away, the ancient wood being snapped up into pieces in fast little hands. They knew what they were doing, his mind screamed at him, they must of known he couldn’t fly without his staff and with their job down they let him from go from their clutches.

And he fell.

He only gave a light gasp as he plummeted, the dark cloud of Fearlings quickly farther and farther away.

“Jack!” a multitude of voices screamed, so perhaps he really hadn’t been that far from his friends after all, or at least they had managed to see his descent down. The Wind screamed around him, trying to snatch him up uselessly, but he just couldn’t fly without his powers, his staff. Bunny had lectured him before how risky being so dependant on one conduit could be, saying they needed to train him out of it and they would teach him how to channel his magic without the item, they never found the time for that lesson.

He might die, the thought flashed through his mind, he had fallen from the sky before but this was hundreds of miles up, so far surely even enough to kill an immortal, his first death falling through ice and now his second falling from the sky, he would never get to say goodbye to Jamie, to Sophie or any of his beloved children.

The ground rushed up to meet him and he smashed down with all the force of a meteor, the air violently stolen from his lungs as his eyes rolled back in his skull. After what felt like the worst few minutes of his life he groaned, lucidly coming back to himself and his face pinched in pain. So not instant death then but he had still landed on his back his spine may be broken, he still could be dying. He managed to drag his eyes open and saw what he really didn’t want to see, a Fearling landing down on the edge of the creator he had made, sniffing down along to him and its horrible eyes locked on him in glee. He tried to get up, he tried so hard to move, to fight back, but he could only just lift his hand to push at the monster weakly with all the strength of a newborn baby.

Please not this, please anything but this, he wished the fall had killed him and he despaired the fact he was still alive. “No! Please!” he begged, a useless thing to do in the face of a monster. The Fearling ducked its head and sank its teeth into his wrist as he palmed at its shoulder. It hurt and he yelped out but it was gone as soon as it had come and the creature sat back, its large empty eyes merely watching him as it choked out a noise that sounded somewhat like a giggle, pleased with itself.

Jack’s eyes widened as it simply sat and looked at him, the horror dawning that his worst fears had been correct, it wasn’t going to end him, it could easily tear him apart but it didn’t want that, it wanted him to suffer, to be corrupted by the darkness and turned into one of them. The others hadn’t spared him from the knowledge of how Pitch made his Fearlings, they had warned him the Nightmare King had always preferred corrupted Guardians to dead Guardians. Death would have been the kinder way out.

“Well, well, well” the smooth voice washed over him, Pitch Black himself stepping along side him, hands clasped loosely behind his back and a twisted pleasure in his golden eyes. “Look who we have here, Jack Frost”

“Do I really have to spend my last moments listening to another gloating monologue from you?!” he snarked back, because he wouldn’t let himself show any weakness to his enemy and if he was about to die he was damn sure he was going out with at least a few snappy comebacks.

“Always so feisty, I’ll have that temper put to good use when you’re one of my creatures” Pitch grinned more as Jack’s glare lost some of its power.

“Why don’t you just kill me instead? You really wanna spend the rest of forever with me mocking you?” he tried to be brave, digging deep into centuries of building emotional walls and his ‘I don’t care’ attitude. Please let Pitch just kill him, please let him die with his own mind and not as some horrible monster.

“I told you before, nothing goes together better than cold and dark, besides, when you’re mine you won’t have the frankly annoying personality you do now” he knelt beside the boy, his long thin fingers wrapping around his throat and pulling him up, his lips just touching the Guardian’s.

Jack squirmed in his grip, struggling to tilt his head away “You sure about that? I’m telling you I have centuries practice of being annoying, I’m basically a pro at it that won’t change”

The corner of Pitch’s mouth twitched higher up, splitting his face in a grin as his tongue flicked out to swipe across the boy’s lips “Do you really think you will not change? Mhmm breaking you will be so enjoyable” his fingers clenched harder at his throat, Jack choking and scrabbling at his hand. The pleased grin turned into an aggressive snarl as Pitch slammed Jack back down into the hard earth, his skull hitting painfully against a rock, his other hand catching up the boy’s arm and twisting it around to him showing his own injury. The Fearling’s bite looked rotten, like it had already been festering for weeks with an icy trail of blood down his forearm and across his fingers. It wasn’t bleeding anymore and he didn’t know if that was thanks to his own powers or the way his once pale flesh was black like frostbite. The darkness was already inside him and had already started to infect more, blood vessels around the bite wound standing out in sharp inky relief against his snowy skin.

Jack hacked out a wet gasp “… So what? You gonna try ripping my heart out like you tried with Nightlight?” he panted, shifting his grip on the hand locked around his wind pipe. “I won’t let you!”

“Oh Jaaacccckkkk” Pitch smirked again, his long clawed fingers trailing along the boy’s darkened veins. “That is the quick and kind way and I plan on taking my time with you, taking pleasure in every second of your pain” his nails dug in to his soft skin “This will slowly travel through your body, when it reaches your heart it will begin to infest it, rot it out from the inside while you feel yourself dissolve and I promise you it will not happen quickly, you are going to suffer”

“Y-you sure are a barrel of laughs, huh” the boy gasped out even though his voice wobbled in a way that had nothing to do with the hand locked around his neck, the dread settling thick and fast in his stomach.

Pitch’s eyes gleamed “You’re frightened” Jack coughed out a breath, ready to argue “I know you are, I can taste it” he lifted the boy’s arm to his mouth and his dark tongue flicked out to swipe in the infected wound, giving a pleasured groan. “It’s alright now Jack, give yourself to it, let it have you” his other hand reached down to aid in choking the young Guardian, the boy’s eyes rolling back.

Without warning a shining golden rope wrapped itself around Pitch’s arm and tore him away, viciously throwing him across the ground, Jack wheezed out sharply, his mouth wide open gulping in as much air as he could.

“What?! Sanderson!” Pitch hissed, dragging himself up to stand and glaring at the Guardian of Dreams who landed beside his friend, using another whip of sand to slice at the Fearling nearby and chase it away.

“Sandy” Jack gasped, trying to roll onto his side towards him and Sandy hushed him with a kind hand brushing against his hair and a worried glance over his shoulder, standing in between the Nightmare king and the boy.

“You want to try taking me on alone again?” Pitch mocked, his arms open with an invitation to fight “You can’t protect him he will be mine!” Sandy glared but calmly raised one judgemental eyebrow and pointed behind their enemy, Pitch baulked and turned just in time to see the sleigh come barrelling towards him, North at the helm with his swords drawn. With a yelp Pitch melted down into his shadows, nothing more than a darkness skittering along the ground that the others chased onwards and away.

There was a light thump beside his head as Sandy sat down and warm gentle hands had pulled him to rest his head on his lap, fingers stroking through his frosted hair.

“Sandy” he tried again, he had to tell him, had to warn him. He was a ticking time bomb ready to go off at any moment, the last time he had been hurt in a fight with a particularly nasty Wendigo the others had scraped him up and taken him back home to the North Pole where he had awoken tucked in his bed a few hours later. What if he past out now and the same thing happened, what if they took him home and during the night he woke up not as himself but a vicious monster, a Fearling in the heart of a Guardian’s home wasn’t an idea he could bear thinking about, it wasn’t an option.

With a warm glowing light Sandy’s magic reached out to him, tendrils brushing against his cheek and across his shoulders to soothe him. Jack quietened down in his tender hold, he knew for sure he couldn’t get up if he wanted to, unsure if it was the fall, the loss of his staff or the corruption running through his blood or a combination of all three but he certainly couldn’t get away by choice if he began to change here and now. But right at this moment he was safe and he was loved, Sandy’s small fingers combing his hair and massaging his forehead in a gentleness he hadn’t known since his mother, as selfish as it may have been he didn’t want the moment to end just yet.

“Sandy, thanks for being here” he breathed out, strangely content despite what had happened. The Guardian of Dreams smiled down warmly at him, so much care in his golden eyes.

A jingling of bells announced the sleigh was back, skidding along to a stop and the other three Guardians running towards them. “Jack!” Tooth cried, coming to sit in the crater at his side and her hand cupping his cheek.

“Pitch disappeared, probably back up there” North answered Sandy’s question when the little man had looked at him with a brow raised, the Cossack nodding up at the swirling mass of Fearlings above their heads in the sky.

“Right mate, what hurts the most?” Bunny asked, kneeling on the boy’s other side having already stripped off his bandolier and digging his paws through the pockets to find the assorted items for first aid he always carried with him.

Jack whined “Guys no, you have to leave me”

“We are not leaving” North huffed, disgust in his voice at the very idea, crouching down with the others.

“You don’t understand, I’ve been bitten… I’m corrupted, you need to leave me here, save the kids” he lifted up his arm as his baby blue eyes peered around at them, all of them staring widely back all of a sudden very quiet. He couldn’t bare the idea of them leaving him to turn here alone, but it was the safest thing for them, for the children they still needed to save. He wasn’t going to let his last lucid act be selfish and risk lives just because he didn’t want to be alone at the end, he had been alone at the start of his life might as well finish it the same way.

North swallowed thickly, his eyes shining with sadness “Jack… we are not leaving, you will be fine”

“Don’t lie to him” Bunny spat, his ears pressed flat down.

“I am just trying not to upset him!” the Cossack snarled back.

“Givin’ false promises an’ lyin’ don’t make anyone feel better!”

“Guys please” the boy’s frightened whisper made all of them look back to him, Bunny’s paws holding tight around either side of the bite wound. “Just go”

“Not givin’ up that easily, right we need a plan” Bunny spoke up, looking around the three others determined “We gotta get him back to the Pole an’ I’ve got the most experience with Fearlings, you lot stay and clear up?”

North was nodding along “Take Sandy with you, he’ll help keep things calm, Toothy you will be alright here with me?”

Tooth’s feathered fluffed up as her eyes flicked around the gathering and then turned down to Jack, her vision awash with tears. “I don’t want to leave him”

North’s expression softened “I am not wanting that either but we cannot leave Pitch here, children will die”

The fairy took in a harsh breath, blinking furiously. She wanted to argue and scream to stay with Jack, because the chances were she would never see him again and that he would either die during the transformation or there would be a Fearling staring at her through his eyes when she next looked into them, they had never been able to stop someone falling to Pitch’s corruption before. Yet she was a Guardian and that meant more than just a fancy title and some bed time stories about her, she had sworn to protect the children of the world, they were more important and had to come first, always. No matter their love for each other in the end Guardians had to give up everything for their cause, the children’s lives were more important than Jack’s. “Sweet-Tooth” she murmured, both of her hands cupping the boy’s face.

“Mmm?” his eyes stared up at her, so trusting and full of love.

“We have to go protect the little ones but we love you so much, you must never forget that” she leaned down to touch her forehead to his. “You better be here when we return” she growled like it was the official order of the queen they could very easily forget she was. Jack pressed his lips to her cheek as she pulled away then she was fiddling with her sword for a moment, reaching behind herself before pressing one of her own tail feathers into his hand, cut at the quick. “Take this, it might help, if you need to remember us”

North was shrugging off his coat when the boy glanced up at him following her example, Jack would need their magic of memories and wonder if he had a chance of fighting off the corruption and items belonging to them that held their essence would have to do if they couldn’t be there in person. He bundled the youngest Guardian up and lifted him into Bunny’s arms, his hand pausing to stroke through Jack’s hair. “Good luck my boy”

Sand swirled through the air to form a little aeroplane sitting on the ground ready to leave, Sandy already placing himself in the pilot’s seat. Bunny climbing into the back with Jack curled up on his lap, the Pooka paused for a moment looking around. “Wait, where’s his staff?”

“They broke it before I fell” Jack sighed, trying to get comfortable.

“Strewth, North, Tooth, the staffs in pieces somewhere, if ya can track it down bring it back” Bunny called back to the pair on the ground, who nodded before going off to fight back Pitch’s attack. The plane took off, keeping low to avoid the Fearlings up ahead until they were clear of them and flying off into the night sky, the moon glowing brightly above them.

Jack would normally be embarrassed to admit how comfortable he was, but the coat was worn soft and warm as well as smelling like North, like his home in the Pole and Bunny’s arms were wrapped firmly around him, one paw at the back of his neck and stroking.

The Pooka’s voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke, the boy’s ear pressed over his warm fur. “So how was Jamie an’ Sophie today?”

Jack was a little perplexed “… They’re fine”

“Yeah? What they learnin’ in school?”

“Do you really wanna know about that right now?” he hissed out, his fingers clutching at Tooth’s feather anxiously.

“We need you to stay as calm as possible, bein’ scared will only make it worse so yes I wanna know, what did they learn in school?” Bunny spoke gently, his paw tucking the coat up around his head and cradling him to his chest.

Jack blinked in understanding, he was trying to distract his mind, trying to keep him calm so he wouldn’t be filled with fear that would only speed up the corruption. “Am I gonna turn into a Fearling?” he demanded.

Bunny sighed “You might, I can’t make any promises either way”

“I thought you were meant to be the Guardian of hope” the boy bit out harshly.

“I’m the Guardian of hope not of false hope, I know best of all it ain’t right to be promisin’ things that might be impossible, it’s just cruel” Bunny spoke sternly and after Jack whined a sob he pulled back so he could see down into his eyes, a paw curled under his jaw tilting him to look up. “Now mate, that don’t mean I ain’t gonna fight with everythin’ that I am fer ya, we’re gonna do our very best Sandy and me, an’ North an’ Tooth down there fightin’ fer ya just as much and I will promise you one thing. No matter what happens we will always love you, if ya live we will love you an’ spend the rest of our lives makin’ sure every day you know it but if ya turn we will still love you, if you die we will love you, if ya turn and end up hurtin’ someone we will love you, we will always love you an’ nothin’ in the world will ever change that”

Jack couldn’t help the sobs that slipped out as he hid his face down into Bunny’s ruff and then groaned in despair as he felt the corruption claw further up, past his elbow now heading for his shoulder. “Hurts” he cursed.

“I know yer scared but ya gotta try an’ hold on as long as you can” Bunny’s paw never stopped stroking at the back of his head, the constant motion soothing and grounding. “Now Jackie, what did the kids learn in school?”

The younger Guardian sucked in a harsh breath, letting the words come quietly and shaky from his lips, recounting everything his two favourite children had told him about that afternoon when he had visited them, spending a few hours playing with them and listening to all their thoughts and opinions on the world around them. Bunny was right, it did help a little and before he knew it they were landing down at the North Pole, pulling in by the reindeer’s stables. The Pooka leaping out of the plane that dissolved down back into sand and rushing through with the boy in his arms, Sandy at their side. Jack pulled North’s coat further over his head as they went, not wanting to see the elves and yetis staring at him as they continued through the factory, through hallways and up stairs to a place he had never been to before, Sandy throwing open the door for them.

The air was still and warm here, heavy with dust that spoke of how long it had been since someone had last been here, pressed against Bunny’s chest under the coat Jack couldn’t see much around him but he could look up and see a high domed roof before he was being laid down in an old small bed, with North’s coat against his back beneath him and Tooth’s feather under his head across the pillow. There was a loud groan of metal and wood before the ceiling seemed to crack straight along the centre of the dome and pull apart, revealing the calm night sky outside.

“This is the old observatory, Nightlight used to come up here a lot, he said he felt safer being closer to the moon” Bunny answered his unasked questions, shaking the bedsheets free of dust. Sandy returned to their side, having gone to flip the switch to open the roof up, his little fingers tugging at Jack’s hoody. “Good idea” the Pooka nodded. “Jack, we’re gonna get this off you” he explained as he helped the boy out of the clothing who didn’t argue. “Think the more contact with the light you have the better”

Jack nodded with a sigh as he settled back down in the bed, blinking as the moonlight poured in over him, laying here he could see the Moon, so big and close, the whole galaxy seemingly within his reach. He glanced over down his to his wrist and screamed, his entire hand grey and a pattern not unlike his frost from his black blood vessels, the corruption had spread up past his shoulder, trailing along his collar bone and he imagined to his neck. “Bunny! Sandy! Help, oh no, oh please no”

“Jack, don’t look at it!” Bunny growled out, his paw curling around the boy’s jaw and turning his face away, blocking his view. The space around them glowed with a soothing warmth, Sandy’s magic swirling around them, reaching out to stroke at his face trying to calm him but he could see the fear in Bunny’s eyes, the Pooka never had been very good at keeping calm himself, and the tightness in Sandy’s brow, they were both terrified for him. He cried out and shook in their hands, darkness spidering along through his skin along aiming downwards towards his heart. Bunny shredded a strip of cloth from the old bed sheets, holding it in his paws as he caught Jack’s eyes. “Jackie you gotta trust us, alright? Now I’m gonna put this over your eyes, just like that” he explained, securing it at the back of his head, completely taking away all sight.

“Why? I can’t see the moon anymore” the boy worried, Sandy sitting himself beside his pillow, his magic trailing all over him.

“To keep you focused, besides the light will do just touchin’ yer skin, don’t need to see it” the boy nodded stiffly, biting at his lower lip anxiously. “Right, we’re gonna just relax and try some breathin’ exercises”

“You make it sound like I’m having a baby” Jack couldn’t help but give a weak chuckle.

“If it makes it better then yes I’m willin’ to be yer midwife, dress an’ all” Bunny grinned back, gently trying to probe with his magic at the boy, trying to find his centre and when Jack gave another laugh at the idea he could see it in his mind eye, his joy still trying to shine brightly despite the on coming corruption, finding it with his own centre and wrapped his hope around it, giving him strength. Sandy’s magic followed him in, like wandering through a dark forest to find their lights, building the power.

Jack listened as Bunny lead him through the breathing exercises, his hand clasped firmly between two warm paws while Sandy held his other. “Feels weird” he sighed.

“Good or bad weird?”

“I dunno just really odd, its like I can feel you both in me, like in my soul or something” Jack yawned out, feeling weary. He felt so horrendously weak and on display to them without his eyesight, the cloth sitting roughly across his face and he could only guess at how bad the corruption looked now, he didn’t want to know because he knew the answer wasn’t anything good.

“That’s us there protectin’ yer centre, yer joy, it’s alright we got you” Bunny soothed, one paw moving to caress his face.

He tried to relax in their hold but he could feel it, lurking inside the corruption was there, slinking ever on, ever deeper and it hurt, the pain only getting stronger. He occasionally let out a whimper or moan, their hands tending to him, stroking his face or hair as it cut in more, like rotten vines growing through his body.

Something was whispering to him from inside his own mind, something awful.

The sand shifted in the air, Sandy was saying something he couldn’t see and Bunny hissed out an frustrated “I know”

The youngest Guardian reached out with his own fading magic, the connection the others had started was a two way path and he could feel both of them and an idea of what they were feeling, they were terrified. Bunny’s hope was stubborn, an utter and complete refusal to give up despite what he could tell was happening, Sandy more openly upset, more realistic to the reality of what was happening.

They both knew he wouldn’t make it.

The whispering grew louder as it began to deafen out other thoughts, pushing harder and harder at him to give in, to let it have him.

“Guys?” he murmured after a long while, his voice tight and worn as his knuckles clenched white in their hands.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to be a Fearling” he said simply.

“Strewth Jack, we know, we’re tryin!” the Pooka sounded a little hysterical, Sandy’s thumb rubbing along his cheek in the lightest of motions to prove to him he was still trying, still here with him.

“I know… but if … if you can’t stop it will you kill me? Please?” the thing in his mind laughed at him as he spoke.

“Jack…” he thought he could hear tears in the Guardian of hope’s voice, Sandy’s little hands clutching harder at him, his sand holding him.

“Please, Pitch will use me to kill you, to kill Jamie and Sophie, I wanna die by my own terms with my own mind knowing who I am” he whined, he had spent so long trying to find out who he was, the idea of dying as a brainless creature doing things he had sworn against was the worst thing he could imagine. “Please don’t let it take that away from me, don’t let it take my love for you guys”

They both were definitely crying now.

Jack only could lay back and try to ignore the feeling of something so very wrong taking over his body. It seemed a few hours may have gone past, perhaps really they hadn’t and he couldn’t just tell anymore but he seized up, his head pressed hard against the pillows as his back arched in pain and he began to scream. His body thrashing in spasming throes while they held him down, the burning wrongness deep somewhere in his chest, in his heart.

After a horrendously long time he settled quietly, his breathing hard and pained, the cloth across his eyes soaked with tears. “… what’s wrong with my eyes?” he asked in a small voice.

“… Jackie?” the reply came tiredly, worn out from the heart ache.

“Why can’t I see?” he asked, trying to shift out of their grasp to feel at his face but they wouldn’t let him.

“Don’t ya remember?”

“…No?” had he forgotten something? He felt there was a reason he couldn’t see but what was it? Wasn’t there a magic feather from Tooth that was supposed to help him remember things? And who was Tooth? The person who held his hand with fluffy paws cursed under their breath, a frantic shifting of air and magic from the other side. “It really hurts…” he whined.

“… Do ya remember us?”

He gave a jerked nod in response “Of course I do, you’re important to me” he spoke and the others with him seemed a soothed by it “… why are you important?” he then cried out in pain again, gasping out but not seeming to be able to get enough air.

“Shhh, it’s alright, we’re here” hands stroked at his face, it didn’t help much.

His cries cut off as he convulsed, then again and again.

It hurt so much, he could feel his mind disintegrating piece by piece, like someone walking around a house and blowing out one candle at a time, soon there would only be darkness left.

“Please!” he cried, tears soaking through the cloth to streak along his face “Help me”

“Jack, I’m so sorry, we can’t …. “ the voice was cut off as the air swirled curiously around them “Sandy there’s gotta be somethin’ else! …. I know yer right I just…. I know …. Jackie? We’ll help… yer just gonna go to sleep now, yeah? That’s it just relax we got you, we love you”

He hummed appreciatively, to be loved was a good happy thing, something he very much enjoyed. He tried to relax as he was told as the smaller one laid a hand over his forehead, magic all around him as he drifted of to sleep.

When his eyes next fluttered open he was completely confused.

The early dawn came dazzlingly through the large bedroom window, his bedroom window, in his own bed in the Pole. That was a weird dream, he thought sleepily and letting his head rest back into the pillow when he noticed Tooth curled up with her arms locked around his chest.

What?

He struggled upwards, knocking not only her arms but others off as well, bleary eyed he peered around him at the pile of sleeping Guardians. Either it was Christmas again with North’s killer bourbon eggnog or something just plain odd had happened. Tooth yawned at his side, her small fist moving to rub at her eyes, she blinked and saw he was awake.

“Jack!” she squealed launching herself at him and toppling them into the sleeping pile, multiple groans heard as they woke up. “It’s wonderful to see you! I can’t believe it you’re here and you’re you! I’m so happy!”

“Um thanks? … What happened?” Jack mumbled, the lot of them shifting around him.

“Jack!” Bunny’s arms wrapped around him and he was suddenly pinned against his fluffy chest, Sandy and North both crowding on either side and hands all over him.

“Guys!” he half laughed and shrieked “What’s the deal… wait!” the memories hit him like a ton of brick and he struggled to yank his arm free of Sandy’s cuddle, pulling down his sleeve to see his wrist scarred over, the spider web of what had been darkness now shining in the light with his ice. So it was true, that wasn’t a dream. “I was corrupted!” he breathed, his fingers touching the scar in wonder.

“Yes but now you are all better!” North beamed, his large hand enthusiastically rubbing at the boy’s shoulder.

“How?” he bit out, not quite believing it was possible himself.

Tooth took a hold of his hand, her large violet eyes gazing at him carefully “We really don’t know, you were nearly a Fearling and then it just stopped? Maybe it was because North and I arrived and you had all of our magic together? Maybe the Man in the Moon did something? Whatever it was we’re just so relieved you’re safe”

Jack couldn’t help but return the smile she gave him, his eyes moving to where Bunny and Sandy sat side by side giving him equally warm looks full of love and he felt his cheeks frosting over slightly. He remembered begging them for death and that was something they surely had to deal with later, if only to make sure the pair of them were alright if nothing else but that could wait for now his stomach was rumbling.

“Wow, wild night huh guys? Lets not do that again any time soon” he slid out from their grasp, landing his feet on the floor where he discovered his staff in one whole piece leaning beside the headboard where he always kept it and snagged it over his shoulder, casual as anything. How on earth they had found the pieces and restored it was another question but again one for another time.

“So who wants pancakes? I’m making, dancing with nearly becoming a creature of darkness really stirs up a guys appetite” he grinned back at his family, who were worth everything in the world to him and he swore to himself he would never stop fighting for them. Not even Pitch Black would stop him no matter how hard he might try.

#fic #rotgsecretsanta #jack frost #rotg #rise of the guardians #i hope this is ok #i tried

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