This is based entirely off Aladdin. I thought of it the other night and just… It'll be hilarious.
My Final Wish
So, the premise of this story is this—Pitch knew a genie. He had found one and rescued it, partially, and used two wishes. He saved one, though, for something really REALLY good. Because, hey, you never know when something terrible happens and you need a wish to fix it. (Hint hint. Guardians imprison him. Hint hint.)
Pitch Black paced his lair several times, pondering how he would get free after his recent imprisonment. It had been a little over eight months now since his attempt at wiping the Guardians off the face of the Earth. And he had found no way to get himself out of what quickly became his prison. He had searched every corner, and though he could travel from shadow to shadow, he had no way of reaching a shadow outside. There needed to be some form of light for there to be shadow, and since right now there was no light, he was just wandering the darkness.
Several times he had thought of using magic of some sort. But with most forms of magic there would be a catch of some sort. Black magic would be especially nasty in consequence. He did always have a wish saved from Aziron the genie he had 'rescued'. But genie magic was just as risky as black magic. Aziron usually tried to have something that would backfire on him, a loophole of sorts. So if he just out and wished for his freedom it would backfire. The damn trickster would probably have him freed just as a Guardian was nearby.
Wait… Trickster… Hmm… Pitch's thoughts went to Jack Frost. Perhaps he could make a few loopholes of his own… He'd be free of his prison soon; it would simply take some time to think things through. Lay out consequences and benefits and decide a plan of action.
It took him another two months, totaling his time in captivity to a full year now, to finally reach a decision. He found the wretched lamp that Aziron used as transport. He wasn't bound to it, necessarily; it was just a portal he used to get around. It practically oozed magic, and Pitch was almost sad to have to remove that power from his lair. But, getting out was more important.
Running a long strand of nightmare sand over the surface of the little metal object, Pitch grinned maliciously as it glowed. A genie could never resist the call of its lamp. Aziron almost immediately began funneling out in the form of mist.
Once he was fully floating before him, Aziron scowled at him, folding his arms over his purple-blue chest. His pointed ears and glowing blue eyes made him slightly intimidating to anyone who had never seen him before, but lucky for Pitch he was never frightened by him to begin with. The sight of the magic being was boring to him.
Aziron ran his hand through his messy black hair, which somehow seemed to sparkle, in frustration, and he grumbled, "How may I serve you, Pitch?"
The words were hissed out like steam on searing coals. Pitch only grinned at the malice in his tone.
"It's been a long time, old friend," he said smoothly, "I have made my final wish."
"FINALLY," Aziron groaned, his whole frame rolling together in one fluid motion. For a moment his shape dripped down into mist, but he brought himself back and he scowled at Pitch again. "Centuries you hold on to that stupid thing, this had BETTER be good," he growled venomously.
Pitch noticed that the genie gave off a faint glow. He admired the violet light radiating onto the walls of his palace.
Smiling darkly, Pitch said, "I believe it is. You see, I've been trapped down in my lair for a full year now, and I was planning on using you as a way to get out."
"Okay," Aziron urged, rolling up invisible sleeves, "Get to the wish already so I can get out of here."
Again Pitch's grin darkened. It was just barely a grin now, beyond a scowl, it held such evil intent.
"I wish, for the spirit of winter, Jack Frost, to fall desperately in love with me," he crooned after a while. The way Aziron's entire being twitched into mist brought a grin of mirth to Pitch's face. Clearly not what he was expecting.
"You…" he stumbled, flitting back and forth between solid and mist, "You wish for WHAT?"
"Temporarily, of course," Pitch said, "I want for him to only be enamored with me until he sees my face again…" He stroked the lamp tenderly, "I wish for Jack Frost to be so desperately in love with me that he will not be able to stand being apart from me. And I wish for this state to only last until he sees me again, in the light… Once he frees me from this prison…"
Aziron just floated there, still going back and forth from mist and human shaped. He didn't know what to think, and Pitch adored it. His utter confusion.
"Now, Aziron, are you going to ignore a direct and very specific wish? I don't believe that's in your code as a genie," Pitch mocked, with a grin.
"I believe I made myself very clear," Pitch said sternly, "I wish for Jack to be so enamored with me that he will do anything and everything in his power to see me again. But only for him to be in this state until he sees me. Once then, I would not mind for his affections to be completely nonexistent." He finished off that last part as an order, and Aziron got the hint, because he was cringing with each word. This was not something he could back out of. Pitch was giving him a direct order. A direct wish. And he had to comply.
Sighing, Aziron grumbled, "Your wish is my command… Until he finally sees you, Jack Frost will be so infatuated by the very thought of you that he will become frantic and do anything he can to find you… Is that all, MASTER?"
Pitch laughed. "Yes, yes, that's fine, now on your way," he said, waving a hand, "Oh, and here," he handed him the lamp, "I won't be needing this now…"
Aziron growled low in his throat, but Pitch watched as he and the lamp shifted into mist and sparkles of light, and then vanished.
With a satisfied sigh, Pitch created a hammock of nightmare sand and laid himself down to rest. All he had to do now was wait… Jack Frost would do all the work… His freedom was nigh.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. YES. YES YES YES! *dancing around in circles* HOLY CRAP YES!