#Maddie having a mom doesn’t feel right to me she had to have just spawned

[wheresmynaya]

Two Ghosts Ch. 23 | Brittana

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“You think the girls are okay?” Quinn asks a little while later as she looks down at her phone, “They haven’t messaged us or anything.”

“Geez. Cut the cord, mom.” Santana quips mindlessly then realizes what she has said and looks to Quinn apologetically, “Shit, sorry.”

Quinn only shrugs as she says, “It’s fine.”

Santana’s not sure if she believes her or not, but she knows Quinn won’t talk about anything further if she doesn’t want. The topic of Beth hasn’t resurfaced in awhile, maybe even ever since they all reconnected, but Santana doesn’t pry. Maybe it’s off the table for a reason?

Quinn’s still busy scrolling but Santana finds the silence falling around them unsettling and looks to Brittany for help.

“Well, we haven’t had a call from the manager so that means they haven’t ripped up a bunch of pillows or had any noise complaints. That’s a good sign, right?” Brittany says as she recounts the time they all went to New York for Nationals and had the most awesome pillow fight in the history of pillow fights. They had been in deep trouble but it was so worth it!

“That’s true,” Quinn nods then begins to chuckle, “We were such little shits with Mr. Schue, we would’ve never gotten away with that if Sue was around.”

“You know what? I bet it was my speech that did it. I scared the crap out of them on the bus,” Santana says with her chin up, “They don’t dare defy me.”

Quinn sputters out a laugh, “Right, that’s exactly what it is. Well, I hope they’re at least having fun. We use to love these trips.”

“That’s true,” Santana nodded, “But I’m not sure how much more reality tv I can take tonight.”

“Should we watch a movie?” Quinn asks.

Santana ponders, “Depends, what do they got?”

“Well-“

“I think we should go explore the city!” Brittany suggests and hops off the bed, “It’s a Friday night after all. I’m sure Cincinnati has some kind of nightlife? At least, way better than Lima has to offer?”

Santana rolls the thought around then agrees, “I’m down for a drink. How about you, Q?”

“Yeah, I think we deserve some fun too!” Quinn grins and they all shuffle off to get ready.

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They find a lively bar within walking distance of the hotel and are drawn in by the familiar music blaring from the outdoor speakers. It’s a little crowded but Santana slips her hand into Brittany’s almost on instinct to make sure they don’t get separated as the three of them head towards the bar.

The feeling is electric and Santana can’t help but look back at Brittany when she realizes what she’s done. Brittany wears a coy smile as her eyes focus on their hands before slowing meeting Santana’s. The coy smile evolves into a cheek bunching grin and Santana can’t help but mirror it before turning back to Quinn leading the way.

Luckily, they’re able to snag enough stools for each of them to sit as they order their first round.

While they wait, Santana takes in her surroundings and notices that it’s a relatively nice place, completely unlike anything Lima has to offer. She missed places like this, they were a dime a dozen in New York but she really didn’t know how good she had it until she left.

To think that their go-to hangout on a Friday night in Lima now is the same place she and her friends use to fight over coupons for in high school is kind of sad really. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Breadstix with her whole heart. If she could, she’d totally be the spokesperson for it but it’s not exactly the place she’d choose to for a wild night out.

Not that tonight will be a wild night out. They’re young but they have responsibilities and there’s no way the three of them can turn up to Sectionals tomorrow with killer hangovers.

As Santana’s eyes roam the room, they land on a dancefloor and she knows Brittany’s bound to drag them off once they hit their second or third drink.

To Santana’s surprise, it happens a lot sooner than she thinks.

She barely has a buzz, but when the opening chords of Brittany’s favorite song began to play Santana knew what she had to do. Quinn hung back to watch their drinks while Brittany whisked Santana away to the dancefloor. They sway to the beat while Brittany’s lips move in time with the words and being able to do this again fills Santana with so much joy that she can’t help but laugh and sing along too.

It’s been so long since she’s felt this kind of happiness and she gladly soaks it all in.

“Dancing with you is the best,” Brittany cheers and her words slur a little as she pulls Santana in close. Santana doesn’t say anything, just continues moving to the beat with the biggest smile on her face.

Santana’s a little sad when the song ends and they go to rejoin Quinn at the bar. They happily sip on their drinks and only get approached by random guys wanting to buy them another a couple of times before they make their way back to the dancefloor, this time with Quinn in tow. The three of them dance without a care in the world and it’s kind of a cathartic feeling after the intense week of training they’ve had.

“Gotta pee!” Brittany tells Quinn and Santana over the loud music. They nod and go looking for the bathroom together. Brittany spots a neon sign that reads Ladies and leads the way.

There’s only one stall open so Brittany heads in while Santana and Quinn wait by the sinks and check over their make up. It’s not until Santana’s in her purse looking for her lipstick when she spots the time on her phone. It’s later than she expects but they don’t need to be at the convention center until noon tomorrow and figures they’ll be alright with one more drink.

“You look happy,” Quinn comments softly, catching Santana’s eye in the mirror.

Santana smiles and notices the sound of Brittany singing to herself in the stall. She lets out a chuckle and looks back to Quinn, “I feel happy. I haven’t felt this way in so long, Q.”

“Is it the alcohol or is it the awesome company you’re in?” Quinn smirks.

Santana just laughs and says, “Maybe a little of both.”

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Of course, Santana must’ve done something to piss off someone in the universe because that happiness doesn’t last very long.

After their bathroom break, the trio are headed back to the bar for one last drink when Santana spots a familiar brunette sitting atop one of the stools and a girl with dirty blonde hair sitting next to her.

Santana instantly fills with rage. Because if memory serves her right, those two little shits are nowhere near old enough to be in a place like this.  

“You have got to be shitting me,” Santana growls and Brittany’s quick to look at her, unsure of what has set Santana off so suddenly. She and Quinn scan the crowd but it doesn’t take Brittany long to find the source.

“Yikes,” Brittany grimaces while Quinn’s still searching. Brittany points over to the girls’ direction and Quinn’s jaw drops.

“They can’t be serious,” Quinn says in awe, “Is that Alex and Maddy?”

“Yup,” Brittany pops the ‘p’ and shakes her head at the sight.  

“I’m going to have to kill them now,” Santana says calmly although she’s anything but, “Quinn, start looking for a new Cheerios captain. Satan’s Spawn has finally corrupted her.”

“God, do you see anymore of them in here?” Quinn asks and starts looking around.

“Better not be,” Santana huffs, “I can understand Alex going rogue because she’s a walking headache and I’m convinced she’s out to get me despite our obvious similarities, but Maddy? She is meant to be the good one. My mind is blown. I’m going to kick their little asses all the way back to Lima.”  

Santana starts to wind up again but Brittany catches her by the wrist before she can stomp away, “Santana, wait. Just breathe for a second before switching into Snixx-mode.”

“But Britt…”

“Listen, I know you’re just being protective and I’m so attracted to you right now but-“

“Of course.” Quinn sighs.

“But getting angry first doesn’t solve anything,” Brittany says solemnly, “Just put yourself in their shoes. It’s not like we never went behind Coach’s back when we were their age.”

“I know, but they’re just kids, Britt, underage kids and people…they can be gross. I just want to make sure no one messes with them,” Santana replies and something in her makes her tone waver. Brittany notices the concern and she nods in understanding. Santana takes a settling breathe, “No one did that for us. Us three, we looked out for each other and we could handle ourselves but it shouldn’t have to be like that.”

“Santana has a point,” Quinn nods, “We got away with too much.”

“I won’t kill them,” Santana continues, “But we can’t let this slide.”

“Okay. You’re right,” Brittany relents with a soft smile and loosens her hold on Santana’s wrist, “Let’s get over there.”  

The bartender is eying one of the girls’ ID but before he makes a judgment, Santana plucks it from his fingers. She glares at him with her eyes narrowed, “It’s clearly a fake. Do these girls look 21 to you?”

“Uhh..” The bartender stammers and quickly heads down to the other end of the bar to avoid the drama.

Santana rolls her eyes and thinks yeah you better run.

“Oh shit.”

Santana doesn’t know which one of them say it, but Maddy and Alex visibly pale as Santana turns her glare onto them.

“Yeah, oh shit is right.” Santana huffs while Quinn comes to stand off to the side of Maddy and Brittany stands behind them, successfully blocking them from running.

If they even had the balls to try.

Alex is the first to paste on a too-bright smile and try to de-escalate, “Hey Coach S, that’s a great dress. You look-“

Santana raises a single finger to cut her off, “Hot. I know. I don’t need you to tell me that. What I don’t know is why the hell you two are here?”

The girls stiffen and remain silent, too shell-shocked to speak.

“One of you better get to talking, Aunty Snixx is about to make an appearance.”

“Uh we just wanted to get out,” Maddy starts nervously, “Take a break from all the Cheer preparation.”

“Yeah! We’re kind of stressed out,” Alex adds, “An all the places in the hotel are overflowing with other squads and they’re kind of annoying. Plus, the girls keep hounding Maddy about being anxious for tomorrow and bitching about their boy problems or whatever. No one would leave us alone. I just thought she needed some time away to breathe, you know? We just wanted to get away to breathe.”

Santana eases – only slightly – at the word we and remembers the moment she shared with Alex back at Frank’s. She also remembers being on the Cheerios herself and the pressures of being on a consistently winning team and how it worsened when she made co-captain. She was a leader and with that title came a lot of responsibilities and that while balancing her studies and Glee Club and a personal life?

It’s a lot so she get’s wanting to escape. Especially with someone she finds comfort in.

She feels like a hypocrite for telling them off because she and Britt use to do the exact same thing when they were younger, only difference was that they never got caught and Sue didn’t come looking for them. Thankfully, nothing bad ever happened but that’s not always the case for everyone and that’s the thought she’s so hung up on.

Sometimes being the disciplinarian is hard work.

Santana shakes her head, unsure of how to proceed, then looks down at the ID and groans, “Who even made this? It’s pathetic, it doesn’t even look like you.”

“Let me see,” Brittany asks and looks over the tops of the girls’ heads, “Oh wow. Yeah, you should totally get your money back.”

Quinn tries her hardest to keep from snickering.  

Brittany then glances to Santana and notices her silence and it’s like something clicks: Santana’s at a loss for words. Being a mentor and having to discipline kids properly is new for all of them and they often find themselves stepping in when the other wavers, this time is no different.

Usually, it has been Quinn that picks up where Santana leaves off but she remains silent this time. In fact, it’s Brittany who speaks first.

Brittany takes on a more serious tone as she focuses on the girls, “You’re both very smart and we are confident that you should know way better than this, especially since we have specifically said no leaving the hotel without supervision. Are we wrong for thinking that?”

It’s one thing when Santana goes off on the girls, but it hits differently when Brittany chastises them. Brittany has a little bit of a reputation for being the fun one which has a lot to do with her easy-going attitude. Santana is mostly about discipline but sometimes Brittany surprises everyone. She just has that tone and it makes everyone straighten up. She has used it on Santana a few times before and even she hasn’t grown immune to it yet.

Maddy and Alex look down guiltily, “No, Coach B.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought too, but here we are. You’ve both blatantly gone against our rules and that’s not okay. We didn’t make them because we want to be lame and suck all the fun out of this weekend, they are in place to protect you.” Brittany tells them with such authority that Santana isn’t use to. She feels proud and softens even further as she listens quietly to Brittany talk.

“Listen,” Brittany starts and her tone is softer, “Competition weekends are very stressful and I get wanting to take a break. Breaks are super important but sneaking out to a bar in the middle of the night isn’t the way.”

“It’s dangerous,” Quinn adds and the other coaches nod to agree, “We’re responsible for you girls during these trips and we can’t risk any of you getting hurt. Coach B is right, there are much better ways to wind down that don’t involve underage drinking or sneaking off to bars.”

“We’re really sorry, Coaches.” Maddy apologizes sincerely.

“Yeah. It won’t happen again,” Alex adds and she catches Santana’s eye, “I promise.”

Santana sends her a pointed look, “It better not. We can talk about punishment when we get back to Lima.”

Alex and Maddy frown but ultimately nod to agree. It’s probably a first for Santana that Alex has been so easy to reprimand and she wonders if that has something to do with Frank’s.

“Come on, it’s late.” Quinn says in a lighter tone, “I’ll walk you back to the hotel and we can talk about other ways to deal with stress.” She looks over her shoulder to Santana and Brittany, “You guys can hang out for a bit longer here if you want?”

“You sure?” Santana asks but the slight smirk on Quinn’s lips as she keeps a hand on the younger girls’ shoulders and directs them to the door answers that question.

“Yeah, I can handle these two trouble makers on my own.” Quinn teases and gives the girls’ shoulders a little shake which cause small smiles to spread across their faces.

Santana mouths a thanks before Quinn and the Cheerios head out the door, leaving her and Brittany behind.

She doesn’t really feel like staying at the bar although Quinn offered to give them some alone time. Her mood was kind of killed after seeing Alex and Maddy there, but she’s not quite ready to head back to the hotel either.  

“Take a walk with me?” Brittany suggests instead, “I think we passed a cool fountain on the way to the hotel earlier.”

“Okay,” Santana smiles and the pair of them head out to the street hand in hand.

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The air had gotten so cold during their walk that they had abandoned holding hands and moved to link arms instead, huddling together for warmth. It takes them 10-15 minutes to find the fountain Brittany had mentioned but when they do, they stand in front of it and stare up in awe. The drop in temperature also meant that some of the water had frozen while some still trickled through the cracks in the ice.

Santana wonders if Britt’s thinking the same thing: how the hell does running water freeze like that? But when she glances over at the blonde to ask, she finds that she isn’t even looking at the fountain.

She’s looking at Santana.

It makes her want to shy away, but it’s like she’s stuck in a trance. She finds herself smiling back.

“What is it?” She asks but Brittany just unlinks their arms and moves to wrap Santana into a warm hug. It takes Santana by surprise but she relaxes into Brittany’s embrace and circles her arms around her waist, hugging her back just as tightly.

They don’t say anything for awhile, but the silence is comforting. With the city sleeping, she feels like they’re the only ones in the world.

“Thank you for telling Quinn about us,” Brittany says softly a moment later, “I kind of felt weird leaving her out of the loop.”

“Me too. I’m sorry, Britt.” Santana replies, “I’m sorry for making you wait on me again.”

She doesn’t mean for the words to hold such meaning, but with their history it’s hard to miss. They’ve always had trouble with timing in their relationship, either someone wasn’t ready or someone was too afraid or someone wasn’t single. It has never just worked out.

Brittany’s brows furrow and it’s like she knows exactly where Santana’s thoughts are headed. There’s this look Brittany gives as she tucks some of Santana’s hair behind her ear that Santana can only describe as someone completely in love.

“Things are different this time,” Brittany tells her, “You’re not making me wait, we’re taking things slow and I respect that. You want to do things right.”

“Yeah, but it’s not only about what I want,” Santana replies and pulls away to cup Brittany’s cheek. She regrets it because her skin is so cold against her warm hands, but she keeps it there as she says, “You have a say in how things go too. We’re not going to make decisions for each other anymore.”

“That never was a strength for us anyway.”

“Exactly.” Santana grins proudly and Brittany mirrors it.

“I can still thank you though.”

Santana can barely get out a reply before they’re kissing. It’s soft and slow and filled with many things still left unsaid.

Santana’s not sure who leans in first but it’s not like that matters when the tip of Brittany’s tongue slips along Santana’s lip. She inhales deeply at the feel and thinks about how nice this is. In fact, it’s kind of romantic because they’re the only ones there in front of this frozen water fountain and the glow of old-timey street lamps surround them.

It also reminds Santana that she should take Britt on a date soon. They use to love their Friday Night dates. It’s then that Santana remembers what day it is currently and her smile grows.

But she soon gets distracted as Brittany tangles her hand into Santana’s hair. She surprises herself when a whimper escapes and she can feel Brittany smirking against her as the kiss deepens. They haven’t really done something like this yet in such a public place since they’ve reconnected and the newness of it excites Santana. Her knees suddenly feel wobbly and her fingers dig into the material of Brittany’s jacket as if it’ll keep her from falling over.

She knows it’s not the alcohol, that buzz is long gone. The feelings fluttering in her stomach, the way her heart races, the heat settling lower than she cares to admit are all tell-tale signs of how her body reacts to Brittany. She feels like she’s in a daze with this spontaneous make out session and hopes no one is secretly perving on them but that’s only a fleeting thought when she feels Brittany pull away.

Santana pouts the instant she’s gone.

“We have to stop,” Brittany husks and Santana can’t think of anything worse right now. It must be written all over her face because Brittany bends down to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, “Don’t give me that look. You know I want nothing more in the world than to make sweet, sweet lady love to you right now but you’re so cold you’re starting to shake and so am I.”

Santana chuckles at Brittany’s way with words and concedes, “You’re right, I’m freezing my tits off. Let’s head back, make sure the girls haven’t taken Quinn hostage or anything.”

\\

By the time they head back to their room, Quinn is already tucked in bed with a fuzzy pink eye mask over her eyes. There are soft snores come from her side of the room and Santana scrambles to record her for blackmail later. They both do their best to stay quiet since Quinn isn’t as heavy of a sleep as she let on in the past and make their way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

It should make Santana a little nervous to see Brittany strip down, especially while they’re in such close quarters but they’ve been getting changed together in locker rooms since they were kids and Santana’s worked on her leering a lot since then.

Although, when Brittany’s bra lands on the floor it takes a lot for Santana to keep her eyes elsewhere and focus on getting changed herself. Brittany gets fully dressed first and goes to the sink to brush her teeth while Santana struggles to pull her sleep shirt over her head. Their eyes catch in the mirror as Santana soon joins her side. Brittany gives her a sudsy grin as her blue eyes twinkle and goes to hand Santana the toothpaste.

And it’s something so small, but the way they move around each other during their nightly routine brings back so many memories from when they were younger. Memories of sleepovers and that one time Brittany came up to Louisville for a visit run through Santana’s mind and she’s so thankful that they’re at this place again.

When they finally slide beneath the covers a bit later, Santana’s nerves begin to intensify. The size of the bed is only a double so there isn’t much room for personal space and for a moment Santana’s hyper-aware of every little part of her that brushes against Brittany.

“You look nervous,” Brittany whispers and Santana instantly blushes.

“We haven’t done this in awhile,” She explains shyly.

“I know,” Brittany replies as her hand slides up to touch Santana’s, “It’s just me.”

Santana wants to tell her that’s why she’s nervous but there’s something about the way Brittany says it that settles her nerves. There’s this kind of softness there and Santana finds herself easing the longer she’s there.

When she finds her pinky hooking around Brittany’s, she’s able to relax even further and gives the blonde a smile in return.

They lie facing each other, watching how their blinks become slower and slower. Their legs tangle together, clean shaven skin smooth against one another’s, while their pinkies stay linked near their pillows. Similar to their moment by the fountain, cocooned in a comfy duvet, Santana feels like they’re the only ones left in the world.

Santana can’t get over how comfortable she feels although she had just been so worried about crossing a personal space line before. It’s silly, she thinks, how easily her mind can have her overthinking the littlest of things. Many things have changed between them, but Brittany has always had a way with comforting Santana and thankfully she still hasn’t lost her touch.

“You ready for tomorrow?” Brittany whispers so softly Santana almost misses it.

“I think so,” Santana answers just as quietly, “The girls have been practicing so hard.”

“Yeah,” Brittany mumbles and Santana can tell she’s close to falling asleep.

“What about you?” Santana asks, “Are you ready?”

“Totally,” Brittany grins, “We have a pretty awesome squad.”

“True.”

They fall into a comfortable silence and Santana watches as Brittany tries to stifle a yawn. It’s the cutest thing she’s seen all day and she wants to tell her but her eyelids feel heavy and her ability to form words is delayed.

Brittany snuggles down further against her pillow and says, “I really hope we win.”

They’re her last words as Brittany’s eyes finally close. She looks peaceful with her blonde hair curtaining her cheek, almost angelic. Santana has to reach out to check that she isn’t dreaming just yet, that Brittany is here and very real. That they’re doing this again; sharing a bed and falling asleep tangled up in each other. She has to make sure she hasn’t dreamt the whole thing up.

When Brittany doesn’t stir from her touch, Santana has to stifle a giggle. She always envied how fast Brittany could fall asleep. One minute she would be seemingly wide awake, chatty as ever, then the next she would be out like a light.

Santana on the other hand let her thoughts run wild until she’d exhaust herself from all the thinking. Tonight is different though, she doesn’t feel the need to tire herself out. Not when she has Brittany so close and everything feels so soft and warm.

“I think we will.” Santana tells Brittany although she knows she’s dead asleep now. She then goes to press a goodnight kiss to Brittany’s lips before snuggling in close.

Sleep finds her easily that night and it’s the best one she’s had in awhile, but that’s no surprise.

She’s always slept better with Brittany.

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Santana ends up being right about the win.

She never doubted it for a second, but their girls kicked ass with a damn near perfect score! The other squads didn’t stand a chance up against their stellar performance.

Santana remembered what it felt like to be in their girls’ position, that feeling of accomplishment and the relief from knowing that Sue would be in a much better mood after a win but being announced the winner as a coach hit totally differently. She was so overcome with pride and that feeling just multiplied as they all gathered to take a picture with their giant First Place trophy.

It was nothing but pure happiness as everyone exchanged congratulations. Santana even found herself welcoming a couple hugs from the girls which was so unlike her, but she didn’t care!

Nothing could beat this feeling of accomplishment.

Well, almost nothing.  

“We did it! We’re going to Regionals!” Brittany cheered and suddenly Santana was being hoisted in the air and spun around.

“Oh my God, Britt!” Santana squealed through her laughter, holding on to the top of Brittany’s head for balance. Being up that high, she felt like she was on top of the world.  

Most of the girls had been too preoccupied to notice them except for Quinn. She was giggling away from below with that same all-knowing look in her eye. Santana’s first instinct was to flick her off, but she was too happy to bring herself to do that.

Instead she smiled back and yelled, “Nice trophy!”

“The first of many under our reign!” Quinn called back as Brittany lowered Santana. She turned to the squad and held the trophy up a little higher, “Isn’t that right, girls?”

Then there was a sea of eager yes Coach and it was all the reassurance Santana needed, because this coaching thing?

Piece of cake.

[petitprincess1]

My Heroic AU (Now with even more OCs)

Warning: Longer(er) Post!

Doing another one of these explaining my AU posts because…people care?? Sure. I also will literally make up any excuse to talk about my OCs. I love them and I want people to know everything about them. I’m like an annoying mom. Click here for the first post about my AU and click here for my OCs. I’m gonna be introducing Rogues into this, which are people that work for neither Black nor White. They just do whatever they want and are incredibly lucky they’re alive.

Once again, if people that I tag don’t wish for me to use their art in this, then I am perfectly okay with that.

Now, let’s get right into the news

Dahlia/Floral Fatale (created by @atomic52) Age: ~500 Height: 5 foot 5 Job: Hero/Spy Species: Nymph Background: There’s not much known about Dahlia, since she doesn’t fully know her history herself. All she knows is that she was created, fully grown, in the middle of some forest that she just knew that she was meant to protect at all costs. Although, due to her being pacifist in nature (no pun intended), Dahlia made sure either people got lost within her forest or just happened to find their way back to the entrance again.

She has had to fight before, but never wishes to kill or spill any blood, not even a small scratch. So, she often just made the person fall unconscious or get a few bruises. She also makes sure to leave healing plants nearby, so that they got the care they needed.

White Hat ended up finding her on his law, disguised as a bed of bluebells in his garden, which he then thought that she would make a good spy. He even trained her within his own home, just in case she needed to be a houseplant at any chance. One would see that a pink-and-green-skinned female walking around would be very obvious, but, apparently, not on Hat Island…and with very stupid people. Personality: Dahlia is all things adorable and kind. Whenever she giggles or has any extreme happy emotion, she can spawn multiple flowers, trees, and whatever fauna she can imagine. She also loves to try and give second chances, which works out weirdly well. A person could be trying to set fire to her, but then mere moments later, they have their head on her lap, crying their eyes out about wondering why their parents never loved them.

Dahlia also communicates with flowers like a little old lady, except the flowers do have a way of responding. One may see flowers immediately bloom whenever she’s in a good mood or slightly wilt if she’s feeling sad. They also will even blow in the wind when talking back to her, even if she is in a windless room. She also even have names for each individual flower on her dress and will get slightly upset if you mess them up.

Despite being kind hearted, she is not naive. Dahlia often will question White’s decisions and wish to try to change his mind on his more crueler punishments, but she often gets ignored by him. So, she just tries to keep her distance, do as she is told, and talk to her flower buddies.

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Madeleine Barnes/The Executioner (created by @squiderdoodle) Age: 29 Height: (with boots on) 6 foot (with boots off) 5 foot 9 Job: Hero for hire/Sniper Background: Maddy was born out in a podunk town down in Alabama where pretty much everyone knew everyone. So, it wasn’t odd of her to know every single thing that’s going on in town and who all was going to be where. Her dad first taught her how to use a gun when she was about 5-years-old, since he wanted her to always have some way of protecting herself, but also to use it for the right reasons. This ended up getting her interested in artillery and even went to ranges starting when she was 10 or 11. She was especially interested in anything dealing with long-range.

When she was about 18, Madeleine was selected to be a part of government funding program that was meant to make superbeings to go against any of Black Hat level threat. They thought she made a good candidate, but no one ever told her why or how, just that she was simply selected..and that she had no choice. So, after going to an undisclosed location in the back of a van that had a white top hat on it, Mads was immediately put through multiple trainings (mostly including shooting and hand-to-hand combat) and screenings to see when she was ready for the serum they created.

Long, painful story short, after several years of multiple surgeries and injections, her body basically became almost impervious to any kinds of fractures or broken bones or even some diseases. She had enhanced endurance, agility, and sight, which was given to those that they believed would be better snipers. Madeleine participated in a few espionage events where she had to take out dictators, infiltrate secret organizations, and even save multiple hostages from a highly lethal situation. Despite being often in a team, she was the one mainly running ahead and taking most of the damage, messing up her body. However, she always had a smile on her face. As long as she knew she was helping people, she was okay. A happy gal.

The one time she frowned was when she was being taken away by a feathery, light grey-skinned man wearing a top hat and she watched as the rest of the candidate get slaughtered, due to being…inefficient. Personality: Madeleine has always been such a happy girl and always looking on the bright side, which often confused enemies she was dealing with. Heck, she could be fighting you face-to-face and still want to keep a conversation about your life goals. Her southern hospitality will sometimes get in the way of her judgement, since she will sometimes let those that she deem not a threat go or even offer lodgings. This often leads with her having to make quick escapes, due to her location being compromised.

She also ended switching to less lethal bullets and more like miniature injectors that mostly would knock an enemy out or put them to sleep. Mads just felt like those that are just working for some dictators didn’t deserve to die. Plus, she just knew that White would bring them back to life in a painful way, so…give them some kind of comfort.

She also loves to go working out or going for jogs when it’s bright and early. You better believe that she also waves hi and says good morning to everyone she passes. One time she even hugged someone so tightly, she accidentally severed their spine. …She sent many flowers. Mads will also have a few gym competitions with Clemencia to see who can get more fit, which it often ends with them dying of many sore limbs.

Madeleine is mostly loyal to White, due to trauma and sometimes he can be nice. …He’s a hero…he can’t be that bad.

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Father Paddock/B.P. (created by @realtoasted and @jaks-ass) Age: Old Height: 6 foot 3 Job: Rogue Background: B.P. remembers very little about his past life. When he was raised from the dead by a necromancer, all he knew were the initials B.P., that he were a plague doctor in his past life, and that magic was given to him by his “master”. He also knew much about the victims of his heinous crimes and felt like this revival were a punishment. So, when he killed his necromancer, he learned the ways of dark magic and set on a personal quest.

All those that he deemed unholy or a threat were given pestilence, sickness, and decay by B.P. and were tortured slowly as punishment. Those that weren’t a threat were promised a much quicker and peaceful death. Death will come to all. Personality: Due to being a walking corpse, who is nothing but bones, decaying skin, shriveled organs, and bone underneath, he has very little to no personality. B.P. cares very little for his victims and shows no joy and barely remorse for those who he will kill. However, he does show some guilt for those that he robbed off a good life many, many years ago. He believes that this will right the wrongs that he did so many years ago.

B.P. doesn’t care for White Hat or Black Hat nor does he fear them. He just wishes to do his job and be sent back to an eternal rest, despite knowing where he will go when he does sleep. However, he won’t say no when offered a job that he is even a little interested in, especially if it means taking away the life of those that have squandered it.

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Victor/Azrail (created by @lady-bepou) Age: As old as earth…but appears around 50 in disguise. Height: 6 foot 1 Job: Rouge Species: Lich Background: Unknown Personality: Victor is actually lich demon that’s disguised as a businessman that is a “rival” to White Hat and Black Hat. He mostly sells to the lower villains and heroes to help them rise to the top, those that are often in high regards with Black and White. However, there is a catch. They must either give their soul up to him or be ready to become amongst his legion. A lot often take the soul route, thinking that it’s the obvious choice, but once they step out of line, he crushes their soul and they suddenly succumb to something akin to a heart attack. Unfortunately, it is one they cannot live from and they end up becoming a part of his undead army. No memories, no emotion, nothing. Just a mindless puppet for him to enjoy playing with.

However, Victor does have standards. When it comes to taking the soul of children or parents, he will not steal them away. He deems them too easy to take control of and…it’s a little rude. He also rarely uses his magic and it only uses it for more defensive purposes. His magic is akin Black’s magic, but nowhere near as strong, but he definitely could put up a fight. Although, he tends to be more hidden when it comes to dealing with the Hats.

Victor also loves to manipulate those to think that they have control and once they believe they have the upperhand, he isn’t afraid to remind them that they are dealing with a demon. In that case, he has no problem slowly suffocating someone’s child, if it means that they can see the pained look on their face.

What else is there to say? It’s fun to be absolutely despised and feared.