Writing Fanficiton Forever and Ever

He feels it everywhere he goes, since they first spawned on the server, a constant weight on his heart, grounding him. It’s a deep responsibility. Everywhere he goes, he carries Jimmy’s life with him.

Underground, in the Ancient City, Tango carried Jimmy with him, something small and precious tucked under his chestplate, against his own beating heart. Underground, in the ancient city, it was remembering Jimmy that kept Tango focused. Jimmy was depending on him. Jimmy had suffered with him. Jimmy was owed the same revenge Tango was.

The Ancient City was draped in a blanket of silence and darkness, a coat so thick Tango could barely breathe. It had only been two weeks, but Tango had already grown used to the noise of their ranch, their chickens living under them, their cows barely three blocks from their bed.

And most importantly: Jimmy, warm and funny and bright, lighting up any room he was in. How was Tango expected to go home after this?

A problem for later Tango, not Tango of now, hurtling to the surface after their Warden.

On the surface, it’s bright chaos and Tango revels in it all. He laughs as his friends panic and curse him. Jimmy finds his place besides Tango, warmth finally returning. Under the bright summer sun, Jimmy is golden and delighted, laughing at the pandemonium.

“Tang-ough!” Jimmy yells in his cute accent. He grabs Tango by the shoulders and shakes him affectionately, bringing their faces close together. After the Ancient City, he’s so loud and bright Tango has to squint. “You’re brilliant!”

“I think most people would call this incredibly stupid.” Tango laughs self-deprecatingly, but Jimmy doesn’t let him.

“Brilliant,” he repeats, hands sliding down to the straps of his chestplate, grabbing whatever part of Tango that he can and bringing their mouths together in a crushing kiss.

It’s quick—just a fleeting moment of Jimmy’s mouth against his own, parted a little in shock. It’s the longest moment of Tango’s life—Jimmy’s hands holding them together, the noise around them slowing to a halt, the taste of Jimmy immediately burning itself into Tango’s mind. It’s the bright light of Jimmy shining on Tango.

It’s their linked hearts beating together, so hard Tango thinks it might rip from his chest.

No one dies.

This rooftop was nice.

Canary huffed, swinging his legs back and forth. Back and forth. The early summer heat made the air warm, heady. His wings ruffled. The wind begged for a rider with all its warm updrafts.

Warm.

Too warm.

Canary glanced over his shoulder, checking again that nobody was there. His heart clenched. He still wasn't used to Deepfrost not being there. With him. Their schemes of chaos together. Canary and Deepfrost, Deepfrost and Canary. He licked his lips remembering the many, many amazing nights spent with that wonderful man. Both in suit and wearing absolutely nothing at all. And the treats of soft cuddles in their favorite pajamas.

A soft ping! on his gauntlet drew Canary's attention. Someone was on the move. He hummed. Grian was at his apartment. Could be one of the heroes...which would not be great for him...but it could also be the Soup Group. Impulse usually used his fire, which triggered the temp sensors, but not all the time.

They were moving uptown.

Canary grinned and stood up from his very downtown rooftop perch. A few pedestrians below noticed him, and he smirked, taking a...surprise...from his belt and throwing it down. Nothing too harmful this time, but plenty to cause a ruckus. Sure enough, screams were followed by shouts of panic - but by then, Canary was already in the air and heading away.

The sound of static reached his ears. Canary frowned. It could only come from...he cursed to himself and shot into the clouds, looking at his gauntlet screen and hovering in the somewhat cover. Oh, he was so glad he'd listened to his fiance and actually made a suit that would blend him in to the night better. It wasn't a huge change, really. Replacing the white with not-quite black and making the blue darker did a wonderful trick.

"Attention citizens of my beloved city!"

Canary's heart stopped, and he forced himself to keep hovering.

"You didn't think I was SCARED of Mumbo Jumbo revealing my identity, did you?"

Not...scared, Canary knew. Deepfrost had never been one for fear, and neither had Tango. Never scared, but...

"Tango Tek is dead. He died the night his name was told to everyone. All you've got left now is Deepfrost."

The sight of Deepfrost, dragging the camera closer, a truly vicious grin on his face...Canary's heart skipped a beat. Or several. Yeah, definitely several.

"...new king of the city in town."

Deepfrost. King? Ice King? Canary's mind supplied Deepfrost, in a crown, on a throne of ice. Royal finery. Beautiful dagger. Sapphires, definitely. The thought did not go away - and really, he didn't want it to.

"This is my city. And I'm here to stay. Get ready for a Deepfrost Winter."

Icy power rushed through the sky. Through the clouds. The world around Canary chilled. He started shivering. Yep, probably time to go.

"Birdie," a voice trilled. His gaze whipped back to the gauntlet. "Found you. Come find me."

Deepfrost had been on the tallest building. Canary knew the sky, and he knew the canopy of this jungle of concrete and steel and power. He twisted, and began a shot of a flight towards there.

A flash of color.

Out of the corner of his eye, Canary saw HoTGuY also heading there. Canary grit his teeth. "Oh no you don't," he muttered so far below his breath even HoTGuY couldn't hear over the new icy wind. Canary pulled a special crossbow bolt from a waist pouch and loaded it, shooting it straight at HoTGuY without a second's hesitation. The bolt landed in the hero's arm. His shooting arm, specifically. In the elbow. The hero shouted in pain. Canary grinned, quickly darting away from the bolt's trajectory. If HoTGuY could focus over that pain enough to chase Canary, he might actually be impressed.

Canary landed on the rooftop. Deepfrost was nowhere in sight...but he knows his fiance. That means nothing.

There.

Canary tackles Deepfrost, the dark-clad figure yelping in surprise as he's wrapped in golden wings.

"Frost," Canary breathes reverently in the instant before he slots his lips against the cryokinetic's.

Home. Home, home, home.

"Someone missed me," Deepfrost giggled when they finally separated. Canary didn't let go.

"Every day," Canary whispered. "Gods, it's been too quiet without you." A thought enters his brain, and well. He didn't get into Deepfrost's life by playing it safe. "My King."

He sees the way Deepfrost's breath hitches. Then the man buries his face in Canary's chest. "Jimmy," Deepfrost drawls. So quietly, nobody else could ever hear it.

"Tango," Canary returned. "You're home. You came home to me." Deepfrost giggled.

"Of course, Canary. Of course I did. I had to. I just...needed time."

Canary pressed a kiss to Deepfrost's forehead. "We should find somewhere more private," he said. "I already had to shoot down one nosy hero." Tango tensed in his arms. "Hmm?" Canary asked.

"You'll be dragged up with me, if we're still operating together," Tango whispered. "I'm going S-Tier. We...this is going to get a lot harder."

"I don't care," Canary said. "I'm by your side, Deepfrost. Always. The division underestimated me anyways."

Tango chuckled. "You're such a force of chaos." A kiss was passed to Jimmy's jaw. "My force of chaos."

"You're mine, too," Jimmy said. "My winter storm."

Tango's eyes were quite wide now. "Privacy," he said. Jimmy laughed.