Vive la Révolution!!
Siriussy, while over the moon that Jame had agreed to be his boyfriend, was disappointed that their conversation had not, in fact, ended in rough sex on the bedroom floor, instead had ended in a short goodnight directly after Siriussy had stupidly told Jame he’d join the suicide squad. And Siriussy wasn’t thinking of this Omega resistance group as the “suicide squad” because he thought it was cool, he was referring to this Omega resistance group as the “suicide squad” because he would most definitely die.
He was now in a stuffy classroom where the four remaining Sigmas were learning how to lie through their teeth in order to “keep the public calm.” Yeah, right , Siriussy thought bitterly. How had he not noticed before? They were being trained on how to not die due to assassination attempts and how to look like a better person while sending unbreakable code to our generals, probably to kill a bunch of innocent civilians and blame it on the resistance!
It was all right in front of them and the only person who had noticed was Jame, the only Omega-raised Sigma trainee.
Siriussy, while not yet ready to die, saw the appeal. Maybe there did need to be change. Maybe joining the resistance hadn’t been as bad of an idea as he’d originally thought.
“...the law states that any members of these resistances can and will be sentenced to public execution,” Professor Bunns droned on. Siriussy had gotten quite good at ignoring his voice, but these words managed to break through his shield. Nope, this was definitely still a bad idea.
After their first class of the day— why in Great Sigma Merlin’s name does that class need to be three hours?! —Siriussy had decided he needed to pull out of this Omega resistance. Maybe it was the morally correct thing to do and maybe Siriussy was picking up what Jame was putting down, but Siriussy would not be hanged in front of his mother who would most definitely look down at Edgylus and Onion with an eat-shit grin to say “ I told you so, ” in her banshee-bitch voice. He knew it would happen and honestly, he was too pretty to die anyway. There had to be a better way. Preferably one that wouldn’t end in his death.
“Jame,” Siriussy whispered, taking Jame’s wrist in his grasp. Jame turned, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend—ooh, it made him so giddy to be able to think of Siriussy like that.
“Yas, Bae?” Jame bit his lip and turned to Siriussy, who was looking a whole lot more serious than Jame thought was appropriate for eleven o’clock. “What is it, my boo?” (A/N: Yo wassup guys, I’m feeling a bit silly today, so buckle up. Apologies now, apologies later, apologies past. Aye aye 🫡)
“Great Sigmas, I love it when you call me pet names,” Siriussy groaned, upset for reasons unknown to Jame. Maybe he was really horny.
“What the fuck?” Frank appeared from behind Siriussy, but it was cool because Siriussy back-handed him in the nose, breaking it instantly. “GREAT FUCKING SIGMAS NOT AGAIN!”
And that was the end of Frank…I’m just fucking with you, Frank was fine. But he did have to rush off to the infirmary…where Jame and only Jame worked. Ah shit. Oh well, Frank could live without a functioning nose.
“What were you going to say before we were so rudely interrupted, my gee?” Jame turned to his man, cocking (A/N: apricock) an eyebrow at him.
“Well…it’s just…” Siriussy trailed off nervously. He began picking at the plaster on a wall about thirty feet away. Jame had to walk over to meet him at his “anxiety station.”
“Spit it out, Baby-Cakes,” Jame pleaded, using the pet names with care, wanting Siriussy to feel safe and sound in his presence.
“Well…” Siriussy stopped talking again. Again ! It was almost like…he didn’t want Jame to know what he was trying to say!
Impossible! They’d known each other for at least a week and within that week more people died than Jame had ever known to die in a week before! They had shared trauma , Gamma dammit! Wasn’t that the trope that usually led to rough sex on the bedroom floor?
Or was that enemies to lovers…
Either way , Jame hated miscommunication and held-back words. He hated those tropes so much, in fact, he would go out of his way to filter them out of his searches when reading a healthy bit of fanfiction written about himself! And goodness, why did everyone ship him with Siriussy’s little brother? (A/N: Jegulus 5eva)
“GAMMA FUCKING DAMMIT SIRIUSSY SPIT IT OUT!” Jame requested cutely. And yes , he did pull up with an adverb. (A/N: Are you proud of me Mom?)
“FUCK! I DON’T WANT TO BE A REBEL REBEL!” Siriussy screamed quietly. No one turned to look. Everyone got the reference. It wasn’t funny. (A/N: David, I love you, I do, but for the sake of this? I don’t. Rest in peace 😔)
“Stop telling jokes about Omega Bowie and tell me your real issue, my little turtle baby,” Jame sighed, whipping out a pen and yellow notepad from his inventory (pockets), they were going to need an extra therapy session for this one, it looked like. (A/N: I need extra therapy from Crimson Rivers, Jesus Christ that shit’s sad.)
“But—that is my problem, Jame! I don’t think I can be apart of the resistance,” Siriussy whispered, begging Jame with his eyes not to make him.
“Siriussy, we need you. I need you.”
“Stop guilt-tripping me, you whore.”
“Yeah, okay, I should’ve seen that coming,” Jame sighed again, bringing his hand up to his face and scrubbing at his eyes, nearly breaking his glasses (A/N: Remember those?) in the process. “But we do kind of need a Sigma member that isn’t me.”
“Oh and why is that?” Siriussy snapped, his face betraying the instant regret. “Sorry.”
“You’re fine, it’s just…well if I don’t recruit a Sigma by our meeting this weekend, I won’t be.”
“What do you mean by that?” Siriussy’s eyes went wide, his breath hitching in his throat.
“Yeah, so basically they’re planning on hanging me because they think I’m a traitor.” Jame laughed as he watched Siriussy’s expression change from shock to pure terror in mere moments. “No biggie.”
“Gamma fucking dammit, Jame.” Siriussy covered his face with his hands. “I’ll help you.”
“Yay!”
Time Skip 😦 - Week Two of Sigma Training; The Weekend - Day Two (Sunday for you muggles)
So that’s the story of how Siriussy managed to get himself stuck in a room with about ten of the most important people in the Omega resistance—dubbed The Order—and he was not pleased with this.
Jame had given him a quick background of everyone currently sitting around him, analysing his every move and honestly, it didn’t help.
Well, maybe it did.
So, first of all, there was Pandora, Evan, and Dorcas. The three that had kidnapped them and happened to be Jame’s childhood best friends. Great.
Pandora Rosepetal was clearly very spacey and not the sharpest tool in the shed, but Jame had warned Siriussy not to be too comfortable with her. Apparently she was ruthless and quite good with a dagger. Perfect.
Evan Rosepetal was obviously the brains of their family, along with the brute force. Jame had told Siriussy a little about him, but not anything Siriussy couldn’t figure out for himself. Just don’t cross Evan and he’d probably be fine. Probably .
Dorcas MooMoo was almost dangerously pretty to Siriussy, and looked like she was just about ready to slit anyone’s throat. Jame had warned Siriussy about Dorcas’s short temper and violent tendencies and to be honest, Siriussy was more than happy to stay the fuck out of that bird’s way. She was bloody scary, she was.
But then there were the other six Omega officials. Not all of them were Omegas, seeing as though Siriussy actually recognised a few people from the sorting, but it appeared as though the Omegas didn’t trust those members as thoroughly as they trusted each other. Siriussy was now wondering why the non-Omegas would even be included in this council.
Siriussy looked around, finding people with his eyes.
Lily Evans, an Alpha by sorting, Omega by lineage. Very rare occurrence, but it appeared to work to her advantage seeing as though it appeared she was one of the main leaders of this council, her Omega past and Alpha insider information clearly working to her advantage in ways it never would outside of this very secret and quite hidden room.
Remu Loopin, Omega by sorting, Beta by lineage. Siriussy had also seen him naked, so he was less inclined to be scared of him. He had apparently rose quite high in the ranks of The Order through his tendency to fuck Alphas (cough cough, Edgylus) and because of his quite unfortunate circumstances. The Omegas apparently did not have a training school, seeing as though most people living in Omega Village were born and raised there with their family to train them. Remu was, therefore, worthless to mostly everyone and had almost no way to get a job, facing a ton of discrimination. That made his noble sacrifice (yes, they referred to joining this resistance as a sacrifice and wasn’t that great to hear?) to the Omegas just that little bit more nobel.
M. McKinnon didn’t give anyone her first name. Jame said it was because of her stance as the highest-ranking official of the Alpha Mafia, but Siriussy figured she just didn’t like her name. M. was actually not a part of the main council, but since she was such an important asset to The Order, they let her in whenever she was available. Apparently, she was quite secretive and quiet when she wasn’t giving out information on the back-alley deals of the Alphas, but Siriussy thought that made her even more terrifying. He had dealt with the Alpha Mafia before and let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.
And then there was Ruby Hagrid. He was nice enough, or so Jame said. Apparently he was happily married with a few kids, rendering him rather useless to the actual resistance, but he always brought snacks, so they kept him as a permanent council member.
Siriussy was a bit confused when he only counted eight individuals, not including himself, but he then remembered Barty Crotch and the empty chair next to Evan didn’t seem so casual anymore.
But that was only nine.
Who was the tenth?
“Seeing as though our tenth member has been caught up in his duties ,” Dorcas scoffed, coming back from the phone in the corner. “We’ll just have to begin without him.”
“Alright, first order of business,” Lily began, clearing her throat and nodding toward Siriussy. “Who’s the bloke?”
Jame raised an eyebrow at her. “I told you I’d recruit another Sigma.”
“So this is him?” Lily looked sceptical and frankly Siriussy was offended.
“What? I don’t look posh enough for you?” Siriussy scoffed.
“Ah, so he is a Sigma.” Lily nodded, rolling her eyes.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Siriussy growled, but Jame placed a placating hand on his arm, his eyes telling him to shut the fuck up .
“Okay, let’s not get in a fist fight,” Dorcas demanded, sending Lily a sharp glare. “Evans, what did I say about not driving away possible allies?”
“You’re not my mum—”
“Stuff it, Lily,” Jame sighed.
“ Oh you’re going there ,” Lily growled, standing up and beginning to cross the room to Jame.
“Great Sigmas , Lily!” Dorcas cried, grabbing Lily by the waist and dragging her away from her position far too close to Jame and Siriussy for either of their likings. “If you start one more fight , I’m kicking you out of The Order!”
“Dorcas—”
“No! You should understand that we are adults here and we do not fight our friends! You’re acting like some delinquent pup!”
“Fine,” Lily whispered, finally walking back to her chair opposite Jame's. “But it’s not like you don’t need me y’know? Edgylus doesn’t even show up to half of the meetings and you all still love him !”
“Edgylus has a more important job than you do, Evans,” Remu snapped, brow furrowed. “And besides, he’s getting information from the Alphas for us while he’s not here, not shagging some slag like you would be.”
“Are you calling me a slag ?!” Lily exclaimed, jumping up again, but this time crawling over the table to evade Dorcas’s defence.
“Lily!” Evan yelled, jumping up to stop Lily from strangling Remu to death.
“Shit, she’s pleasant,” Siriussy whispered to Jame as they watched the scene before them unfold. Jame nodded humorously, his eyes glittering. “But did she say Edgy was in this order?”
Jame nodded, turning to find a confused expression splashed upon Siriussy’s features. “What? Art thou dear brother withholding many delectable informations from thou?”
“What the fuck, Jame?”
“Sorry, I’m in my Shakespeare Era,” Jame sighed, wistfully. “Uhm, anyway, so you’re telling me he didn’t tell you?”
“I don’t know if you can tell, but we don’t exactly talk anymore,” Siriussy scoffed. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve been allowed to visit Alpha Square and obviously my mommy would say no to him visiting, if he was even trying to visit me, which I seriously doubt he is.”
“Aw man, I cannot relate at all to what you’re saying, but I’m going to pretend like I’ve experienced familial problems like you have to make you feel seen and heard and to comfort you!” Jame smiled sadly, wrapping an arm around Siriussy and pulling him close.
“I’m glad you understand, Jamie Baby.” Siriussy grinned into Jame’s neck. He felt like he was at home in Jame’s arms, even though he had never been there before. It was the type of place that gave Siriussy immense nostalgia for a life he had never once lived.
“But like, really, Edgy would be murdered by Walburger if she found out.” Siriussy pulled away from the embrace, looking at Jame with worry in his grey eyes.
“Don’t worry, My Gee, we have protocols in place to make sure she won’t.” Jame placed his hands on the table in front of them, tapping them nervously.
“Do you? You look really nervous.” Siriussy was again struck with sudden anxiety. “Was he supposed to be here? Oh Sigmas, do you think he’s dead ?!” Siriussy was hyperventilating now, unable to cope with the death of one emo Edgylus. He was an annoying little shit, but Siriussy really hated funerals.
“What? Siriussy, of course not!” Jame exclaimed, reaching to grab Siriussy’s hand, squeezing it in a grounding manner. “Dorcas just got off the phone with him. He’s probably just unable to sneak out right now.”
“Oh, okay, yeah.” Siriussy nodded. He should probably pay attention to the meeting anyway. Edgylus is fine. Yuppers.
“Twenty-one,” Dorcas murmured into Lily’s ear, soothing her angry ginger friend.
“What?” Lily raised an eyebrow at Dorcas.
“Oh, uh, thought you’d get that reference. Never mind.” Dorcas shoved Lily away and sat back down. “Alrighty! Welcome to the main council meeting of The Order of the Phoenix! Today we are going to be discussing our plans for the Sigma crowning ceremony taking place in a month for the remaining two Sigmas in Sigma training. We are working to recruit those of whom will not be crowned, but currently we have two Sigmas that look like quite promising candidates for those government spots, which will be much bigger assets than any exiled Sigma trainee.”
(A/N: Some annoying bitch won’t stop texting me so now Siriussy’s POV is going to become remotely more aggressive and honestly, it is not my fault.)
Dorcas droned on about regular things, Siriussy assumed, but it wasn’t like he’d ever been to one of these meetings before, so what did he know?
“Since there’s only the nine of us, I don’t have to assign anything today, but if any of you have any insight on the Sigmas or Alphas, please feel free to share,” Dorcas said, shooting looks at Jame, Siriussy, and M.
“Look,” M. began, much to the surprise of many, startling Remu, who was sitting next to her. “The Alpha military men, they talk when they’re gambling, and it sounds like they’re planning an attack on a Beta school to blame on us. I’m not sure what kind of attack because my bodyguard shot them all before I could ask, but it sounds like there’s going to be a shite ton of casualties.”
Dorcas took a solemn inhale, allowing M.’s words to hang in the air for a beat. “Do you happen to know when this attack will be taking place?”
M. nodded. “Next Thursday.”
“Exile day,” Evan breathed, looking around the room with wide eyes. “Do you understand what this means? They’re turning our closest allies against us! The Betas are our only in!”
“I know, that’s why we cannot let these plans go through.” Dorcas gritted her teeth, standing up to walk back over to her landline. “I’m going to call Edgylus again, we need all hands on deck.”
“But Dorcas—” Pandora piped up, she looked worried. Why did she look worried?
“I know , but he’s our most connected source and currently we are looking at a life-or-death situation for our resistance.” Dorcas punched in a few numbers and listened to it ring for a solid two minutes before someone picked up the phone.
“Why am I never the ‘important asset’?” Lily whined to Remu, who was apparently in charge of her now.
“Lily, you are still in training, Edgylus’ parents are literally the most important Alphas.”
“But I’m the one becoming a soldier!”
“And when you do become a soldier, you’ll be incredibly helpful, but for now, you’re nearly worthless.”
Lily huffed, rolling her eyes, but Siriussy had long since ignored her, far too invested in the phone conversation Dorcas was engaged in.
“Look, I know —okay, but…Edgy please , they’re going for the children—alright, bye.” Dorcas sighed, slamming the phone back onto the receiver, walking back to rejoin the group. Jame squeezed Siriussy’s hand.
“He’s trying, but it’s not looking too good. He thinks they’re onto him, so he can’t keep leaving.”
“ Dorcas !” Pandora cried. “He’s about to be discovered and you’re still hell-bent on him coming today?!”
“Great fucking Sigmas, Dorcas !” Remu shot to his feet and began pacing the small room, running a hand over his face.
“Wait, you’ve put my baby brother into imminent danger and now you won’t even allow him the time to fix it himself?” Siriussy cackled. “What the fuck , Dorcas?!”
“Look! What’s worse? A million dead due to a bombing blamed on The Order, or for Edgylus to be hanged?” Dorcas held up two placating hands, but that was definitely the wrong thing for her to have said, if the outcry of disagreement said anything about the people in her presence.
“It doesn’t matter if he’s hanged or not!” Evan exclaimed. “They’ll torture information out of him and then we’re all screwed! How about that , Dorcas?”
“B-but—” Dorcas stammered, floundering.
“That is enough,” A familiar voice called from the doorway, causing everyone to falter and stop arguing. “I will not be hanged, but if any of you were sold out, you would be. Honestly, it’s as if you’ve forgotten who my parents are.”
“Edgylus? But how?” Dorcas rushed over to Siriussy’s brother, attempting to hug him, but Edgylus politely side-stepped her. He never did like being touched.
“Managed to convince my mother I was going on a date.” Edgy shrugged. “She’s desperate to find me a wife, so it was easy.”
“God, she’s clueless.” Remus smiled, strutting over to Edgylus’ side and reaching out in a way of asking for a hug. Edgylus obliged, smirking at Dorcas from his embrace with his boyfriend.
After the commotion of Edgylus’ arrival had somewhat died down, they could finally start.
Dorcas stood up at her seat, looking upon her council, a glint in her eyes. “Now, where to start?”