Title: Bridges of Desolation
Fandom: Rockapella
Rating: Teen
Length: 810
Prompt: Bridge
Content notes: Part of my Street Gang AU; Liorah is a self-insert OC of mine.
Summary: In the vibrant streets of New York, Rockapella faces a pivotal moment. Tensions rise, unraveling their tight bond. Will they be able to repair their bonds, or are the bridges permanently burned?

The city streets of New York hummed with energy as the early morning sun cast shadows across the urban landscape. Rockapella, the notorious street gang known for their harmonious mischief, gathered beneath the towering pillars of the Brooklyn Bridge. Clad in leather jackets adorned with their logo on the back, they had become a formidable force on the streets of the Big Apple.

Sean stood at the forefront of the gang. His warm brown eyes were filled with a mix of determination and concern. The night had been rough; tensions were rising, and their once tight-knit gang was starting to unravel.

Liorah stood by Sean’s side. Her eyes were filled with an unwavering loyalty and love for the man who had given her a purpose. Her lavender hair, once tangled and dirty, was vibrant and clean, and her ragged clothing replaced. She too wore a leather jacket adorned with the gang’s logo.

But, beneath her newfound strength, Liorah carried a deep anguish. She had witnessed the bridges of hope within the gang slowly crumble, replaced by resentments and frustrations. The bond that had once united them was now hanging by a thread.

The rest of the gang exchanged weary glances to one another. Scott wore a look of discontent, his normal infectious smile and hyperness replaced by a troubled frown. His heart ached for the days when the gang’s laughter echoed through the city, as they were on their way to a new heist.

Barry stood apart from everyone, his gaze fixed on the bridge as if searching for answers. He longed for the days when they were merely an acapella group, bringing joy to the city and its inhabitants. The bridges they had once built with their music were now crumbling, overshadowed by the weight of their own internal struggles.

Jeff paced back and forth, lost in his own world of melancholy. His mind raced with ideas to heal the fractured bonds, but the bridges he sought to rebuild seemed too distant, lost in the haze of their discontent.

As Sean surveyed the group, he knew that something had to be done. They couldn’t let the gang fall apart like this. Rockapella was more than just a group of misfits; they were a family.

“Listen up,” he said, his voice commanding the attention of the group. “I know things have been tough lately. We’ve been through a lot, and it’s taken a toll on all of us. But we can’t give up now. We’re Rockapella, dammit, and we’re stronger than this.”

Scott, Barry, and Jeff muttered in agreement, Elliott nodded in approval.

“We’ve faced tougher challenges than this,” Sean continued. “Remember when we pulled off that heist at the Met? Or when we shut down Times Square with our music? We can’t let our differences  tear us apart. We have to stick together.”

Liorah stepped forward, her eyes filled with determination. “He’s right,” she said. “We can’t let our past define us. We need to focus on what we can do to move forward. We need to rebuild the bridges that we’ve let crumble.”

Scott’s troubled frown softened as he looked at Liorah. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ve been acting like a bunch of kids. We need to start acting like the family we are.”

Barry stepped forward, his eyes filled with hope. “Maybe we should start by doing what we do best. Let’s sing together.”

Jeff’s melancholic expression lifted as he joined in. “Yeah, let’s use our music to heal the wounds.”

Sean nodded in agreement. “That’s a great idea. Let’s go find a spot and start singing.”

The gang made their way through the city, their voices raised in perfect harmony. As they sang, they could feel the bridges that they had thought were lost being rebuilt. The people passing by stopped to listen, and soon there was a crowd gathered around them.

Their music had once again brought people together, and the gang felt their bond growing stronger with every note they sang. They continued to sing until the sun began to set, and their voices grew hoarse.

As they walked back to their hideout, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment. The night had seen them come together and unite. When they arrived back at their hideout, Sean turned to the group with a glint in his eye. “We’re not just an acappella singing street gang anymore,” he said. “We’re a force to be reckoned with. And together, there’s nothing we can’t do.”

The rest of the group nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with a renewed sense of purpose. They knew that their bond had grown stronger that day, and they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The bridges that they had once thought were lost had been rebuilt; they were Rockapella, and they were stronger than before.