The Origins of One-shots

Conveniently The Same

Thank you @Totally_Cheese for this request! I hope you enjoy!

Series: FairyTail origins

Ship: David x Mario

Topic: Angst (ig hurt/comfort? Idk)

I wouldn't really say there are any warnings here, but ig general descriptions of frostbitten fingers (cuz idk if ppl get unnerved by it or not)

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   Third Person ~POV~

    If there was one thing that Mario and David knew about each other, it was that they knew shit about each other's pasts. Sure, the entirety of Divinus Magia was aware that Mario had been in a Dark guild before, and everyone knew that Ritchie and Brandon had caught David practically stabbing people in an abandoned town while also robbing them of their every valuable, that was just the general covers. Nobody knew what had happened beforehand, how they had gotten there, had gotten mixed up in the wrong group or wrong lifestyle. They knew nothing of the people the two knew before Divinus Magia.
    They knew David's mom was a sensitive subject, they knew Mario didn't trust easily and was very wary of physical touch. But they didn't know who the people who influenced them were. Least of all, those two didn't know shit about each other– they never asked about it, tip-toeing around the topics whenever one of them was awoken by nightmares or terrors, providing silent comfort and knowing not to ask. But then came Ritchie and Brandon days before the G.M.Gs, sending Mario out on a mission that they vaguely said would be something he'd want to deal with personally, and then two days later, when he came back, it was with Tapio, and a very pissed off expression on his face. David knew that was when their time dancing around pasts and shadows had run out.
   
    Mario laid on his side in his bed, staring at the wall in the flickering candle light. He heard the door to his home quietly creak open before closing with a soft click, and let out a hum when the scent of ice and snow hit him. A few seconds later– and after Mario decided David didn't ascend his stairs with the same care he used when closing the door– the edge of his bed dipped under the Slayer's weight, and silence surrounded them. Mario knew that this calm was only a cover, for the moment, before something bigger and much more painful found its way into his home.

    "...What'd they send you out for?" David finally asked, breaking the silence. Mario couldn't help the way his shoulders tensed under the question, dreading it, but dreading the fact that he knew it was coming long before it was asked.
    "You don't normally come back to the guild fuming like your favourite rock got smashed to itty bitty pieces."
    Mario sat silent, letting the question hang in the air between them. He knew that a single word would send David home, make him forget about asking again, and their lives would continue on as normal. But that wouldn't be fair, now would it?

    "...Ritchie and Brandon found remnants of my old Dark Guild surfacing." He finally huffed out, rolling over to meet David's stare. The Slayer had his back resting against the bed's headboard, eyes watching the Dragon Slayers face in a way only he could.
    "At first I thought it'd be a few straggling lackeys that still believed in its cause, some weaker mages trying to revive it..."

    "But it wasn't." Mario didn't need to say much before David was already filling in the blanks.
    "It was someone who was much more influential in power, right?"

    "Somehow, that damned bastard survived me collapsing the entire Guildhall on top of his head."

    "...Pebbles..."

    "...The old Guild master reared his ugly head to prove he was still alive and kicking." The venom lacing his words made David's tongue go sour, and he had to resist the urge to gag every time he swallowed down saliva.
    "I froze, David. He cooed those stupid words at me, and I froze. I might very well have been speared through if Tapio hadn't accompanied me. He broke my view of that bastard, and he got away, free, and still very capable of bringing that guild back to life."