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paper-gold-theories · 2 months ago

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The New Kid

(Made this fic idea inspired by this fic by Bell_Enchantress from Ao3 and a combination of theories I made about Flug and GoldHeart's friendship origin story and how they become Arch-Enemies. This was supposed to be a draft but it ended up being a super long summary and almost complete fic, which took about a whole month to make 😂 Note: Still in beta process though definitely make some edits after reading a few times)

Flug stares at the "History of Planes" book he wanted to borrow on the high shelf in annoyance. He can't reach it even if he stands on is tip toes so he has to jump a few times to try to get it.

Flug always had a gut feeling that the school staff were also out to get him. And seeing that the book was not arranged according to the duodecimal system Flug concluded that the librarians probably done this to spite him, knowing he was the only person in the school to read and borrow books on planes.

Flug was about to reach out and jump to get the book he wanted when he suddenly felt a presence behind him followed by a large muscular arm reaching out for the book he wanted. Turning, the first thing he saw was a gold streak of hair as he came face to face with the eyes of Herbert Leth, the new kid in his Hero Psych 101 class.

"Hi~" Leth says casually smirking at him like the cat's got the cream.

Flug panics and immediately backs away at the sudden presence and close contact only for his back to hit the shelf.

"You were trying to get this right?" Leth holds the book towards Flug teasingly.

Flug thought it looked like a hunter trying to tempt his prey with bait.

Students, (with the exception of Cecilia) often approach him for ulterior motives. Either for homework or just to bully him for fun. So Flug wouldn't be surprised if the new student is the same.

Flug looks at him suspiciously, going over the possibilities of Leth's actions, and even looks around to see if the student has any friends around watching him and jump him just as soon as he takes the book and lets his guard down. Concluding there is no harm in taking the book he slowly takes the book from Leth's hand eyeing it as if it were a ticking time bomb.

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A mysterious new kid joins Black Hat Institute and wants to befriend Flug. Flug is of course suspicious of him, as anyone who approaches him often has ulterior motives.

However GoldHeart manages to get Flug to give him a chance because a lot of villains value brute strength over brains and strategy. Flug however believes brains and strategy are just as important or even more important than brute strength.

GoldHeart says he shares the same opinion as Flug and agrees and says brains and strategy are just as important or even more important than brute strength.

Flug was stuntlocked but he was like "Finally! Someone gets it!"

Flug likes his charming, blunt and easy to talk to personality, and his blunt and sadistic sense of humour.

And they eventually become friends.

_____

Meanwhile GoldHeart has the most difficult P.E.A.C.E. reconnaissance mission of infiltrating Black Hat Institute (while he still has to fight crime and go on heroic missions at the same time)

He knows that hero has ever come back alive from the school.

However he is doing this because even though he was already the best and most popular hero student in P.E.A.C.E Academy. But if he does this he'll be able to stand amongst the others and maintain his position as the best and secure the future and the rewards and benefits that comes with it once he graduates.

GoldHeart believes in order for this mission to be successful he has to be sociable in order to gather as much information as possible but at the same time not draw too much attention to himself.

To do that he decides not to put on the usual popular hero act like he does in P.EA.C.E. Academy and his public persona while he is undercover, as he knows people tend to want to pry into the popular people's business and know more about them, but just put on a persona to make him self likeable by his peers.

But he also needs to make at least one friend so that he doesn't stand out and looks suspicious. As a new kid attempting to befriend the popular kids with families who are members or are close to Black Hat Organisation, would look suspicious. These affluent villain children would definitely be used to having people get close to them for ulterior motives such as many power or using them for information like him and would most definitely do a background check before anyone can join their friend group.

That's what the previous hero kids who got caught did.

However if he befriends a not so popular kid without any ties to Black Hat Organisation, It would act as a shield to avoid suspicion.

Because why would a spy do that?

So if he wants to gather information, he would need to get the students to come to him, that won't be a problem as one thing he knows is how to get people to like him.

Hence he decides to befriend Flug, the nerdy and not so popular boy in his Hero Psyc Class (oh the irony), who is also super cute and fun to tease to boot. And perhaps he can have some fun while he's here...

However GoldHeart didn't expect to get along and genuinely connect with Flug, a villain no less who heroes are supposed to hate and take down.

GoldHeart had to admit it was nice...

GoldHeart thought things would have been smooth sailing but he didn't take into account one thing...

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Cecilia absolutely hates* Herbert Leth and his new friendship with Flug. Flug didn't have any other friends other than her and after he befriends Leth he is taking the attention from Flug away from her.

To overcompensate for the lack of attention Cecilia sends Flug a text saying she needs help every day instead of three times a week knowing Flug would sneak out of his dorm room and see her more. Knowing that her crush and that stupid Leth kid would definitely be hanging out together.

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Flug is mad every time he goes there to see it's all just an act just as he was about to leave Cecilia fake cries and says she needs to talk to him and needs his advice.

Flug has previously called her out for her actions and asked her if she really wants his advice or just his attention. And said that if she really needs to talk to him they can do so at her usual reading they're reading spot which they go to every day. And not pretend she was in danger or in trouble to get him to sneak past the guards to see her in the middle of the night, which could have deadly consequences if he were to get caught.

But then Cecilia just ignores him and says since he's here already he might as well talk to her now.

Flug, too exhausted to argue with her and agrees to listen to her fake attention seeking claims, just to get over it as soon as possible so that he can go back to his dorm room and get some well deserved sleep.

However he ended up staying there almost the rest of the night as he couldn't bear seeing Cecilia sad.

He ended up extremely exhausted and almost falling asleep in class. The two things keeping him awake are his extremely strong coffee he made himself and the fear of the teachers cruel punishments if he does so.

____

Despite GoldHeart's intention to use Flug for his reconnaissance mission he can't help but feel sorry for Flug and suggests Flug should just stop going to her. However Flug says he can't do that because he is worried what if this time when she texted him it wasn't just an act and she really does need his help.

Cecilia: First you sit with us at lunch and now you want to sit at our reading spot too?!

Flug: Leth, could you excuse us for a second?

[Flug pulls Cecilia away from the bench he and Leth were sitting on towards the tree to talk]

Flug: Cecilia, what's with you?

Cecilia: Why do you want him as a friend when you have me!?

Flug, annoyed: Why can't I be friends with both of you?

Cecilia: Because I don't like you paying attention to him when you should be paying attention to me!

Flug: I pay attention to both of you.

Cecilia: I want you to pay attention to ONLY ME, Fluggy!

Flug, sighs exasperated: Look, just because I'm friends with Leth and pay attention to him too, doesn't mean I care about you any less, you're my best friend. So can't we all just get along and be friends?

Cecilia: No, way! I am not going to be friends with a beaver teeth loser!

GoldHeart, who has super hearing and was listening the whole time: Beaver teeth, really? I can easily conclude with that unoriginal insult that you're tiny brain would have seeped out of your pores long ago if it wasn't so clogged.

Cecilia attempted to claw Leth's eyes out only to be held back by Flug.

GoldHeart knows she can't do anything to him because of his invulnerability but he would definitely slap her face if she tried to gets close.

*(Note: My headcanon is that Miss Heed loves GoldHeart because he is popular. So without the popularity lens she absolutely hates him. 😂. This is basically an unofficial interview meeting her celebrity crush and ruined her chance of having a first good impression and ruined any possible chance of having any positive relationship with him as a team mate when she joins The Golden Rule)

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Being around an attention seeking spoiled brat would obviously draw a lot of unnecessary attention to himself.

GoldHeart would have chosen a different friend group if he wasn't so invested in his plan (and definitely not because he also Flug's enjoyed company so much)

So he tries to work around this problem focusing mainly on Flug, but calls her out and curses at her for her unbearable behaviour when she pushes it and tests his patience.

____

Flug tries to diplomatic with both sides and tries to calm both sides and maintain peace (the irony 😂), but this proves difficult and often ends with failure as he never had friends before this, much less two and always thought that if he had some they would get along with each other, seeing as Leth and Cecilia also have a buch of things they have in common he thought they would get along as well.

However as he can clearly see he was proven wrong...

He once tried to suggest to them to hang out without him and find some common ground for both of them to get along.

But both rejected the idea. Saying they can't stand the presence of each other now and that spending time without Flug would be much worse.

What convinced Flug to stop try get the both of them to become friends was when Leth, says has a lot of hero friends in his old school says just because your friends with lots of people doesn't mean all your friends will get along with each other.

Flug accepts that and just instead ops to intervene and calm both parties down when the two fight.

____

Shortly afterwards Cecilia stole his thesis and left school to become a hero.

It is not uncommon for students to suddenly disappear without a trace. Flug thought she was dead as he believes she would at least tell him that she was leaving school.

Leth console and comforted Flug while thinking 'good riddance to that annoying spoiled brat. Thank goodness I don't have to deal with her again.'

____

After Cecilia left, Flug and Leth's relationship flourished even more without the interruptions. They spent most of their days together in school, doing homework and projects, studying, eating together, playing video games, watching TV, going to the arcade or just hanging out.

GoldHeart's reconnaissance mission also went smoothly. His likeable personality led to the popular students with connections to Black Hat Organisation inviting him to parties and gatherings which enabled him to learn about their family ties and connections with Black Hat Organisation.

He also invited Flug to all the gatherings, parties, (much to the reluctance of the other popular kids) and school dances. He even tried to teach the cutie how to dance.

____

Flug previously didn't go to all these events and gatherings because, being one of the unpopular kids, he was never invited and even if he was all his bullies would be there, and he would definitely be a target for them.

During school dances he would only go for awhile because his mother forces him. Spend a couple of minutes there and take a photo or two there and send it to his mother before leaving to binge watch some old Codigo Guajalote episodes in back his dorm room.

____

As a bonus of how well connected Leth is with the other students the teachers also made him deliver homework to the other students who are absent from class due to sickness, or any other reason.

This led to the teachers making him prepare some faculty documents.

The reason the teachers do this is because, Black Hat Institute, despite having the money to hire enough staff to delegate and split the work and duties to a reasonable amount, the evil school chooses to squeeze every bit of work they can possibly get out of the minimum amount of staff as much possible.

As a result the overworked teachers delegate their responsibilities the student council, hall monitors, teachers pets and whatever students the deemed as useful in exchange for "extra credit" for their free labour.

GoldHeart uses this to work in his favor.

Flug being the sweet friend, asks him if he is alright and says he can help him come up with excuses to get him out of helping them.

Leth says Flug is a good friend and says "it's not a big deal and he can handle it.

When secretly, in reality he considers this a huge bonus as if he won the jackpot as not only he gets critical information on the students, by helping the teachers he also gets critical information on the school curriculum, staff, and how they operate which P.E.A.C.E. Academy can be used to teach their own students to counter the villain students.

All the information he gathered, he relayed to P.E.A.C.E. in exchange he gets benefits and privileges for him and his team. Such as more money while doing heroic missions, sponsorships, brand deals, magazine and newspaper articles, modeling gigs, access to attend events and represent P.E.A.C.E. and most of all be the top consideration to be the next generation of The Seven Nobles.

____

However all good things must come to an end after The Golden Rule's 100% successful mission rate, having the best public reputation out of all the other heroes , and GoldHeart's gaining invaluable information from Black Hat Institute, The Golden Rule was finally selected to be the next generation of The Seven Nobles.

The whole team was ecstatic. However, in order to prepare the heroes to take over the title they will have to be mentored under the guidance of General Falchion, the current leader of P.E.A.C.E.

This came as first priority and as a result, GoldHeart's reconnaissance mission had to end, and he had to go back to P.E.A.CE. Academy.

GoldHeart had to admit he was going to miss Flug.

Despite being a villain, he truly does enjoy Flug's company, talking, bantering, listening to his cute evil friend. He even let some of his true personality show behind the act and even genuinely opening up to him about his personal feelings and opinions. He never does this as he had to maintain a reputation as a hero and his pristine public image and hence afford saying anything controversial, rude or unpopular.

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"Flug I need to tell you... I'm leaving Black Hat Institute," GoldHeart decides to spill the beans to Flug the next day after school while they are studying together. Better to rip off the bandage now than later.

Flug was stuntlocked unable to process the information for a few seconds.

"Why? What happened?" Flug managed to ask his friend. Concerned about his sudden reason to leave the school.

To avoid suspicion, Leth made up a believable story where his family was unable to afford the tuition in school so he had to leave.

Flug asks him how he feels about all this.

Leth says he is happy about this because he said he was never really that passionate about evil so he is glad he gets to go to a normal school afterwards.

"We'll, as long as you're happy," Flug says.

"I am," GoldHeart says. More about getting to be a Seven Nobles and living this shit hole of a school rather than leaving Flug.

"You would have made a really great super villain," Flug says honestly.

"Hmm better than you?" GoldHeart teases.

"Don't push it," Flug teases back playfully shoving his friend.

Both of them burst out laughing.

"I'm really going to miss you, Leth" Flug says finally calming down from his laughter.

"Me too," GoldHeart says honestly.

"Well keep in touch right?" Flug asks sounding hopeful.

This was the time that GoldHeart should say "no" and just rip the bandage off his and Flug's relationship. Perhaps make up some half assed excuse about long distance calls being expensive. He got what he wanted from Flug and became a Seven Noble and doesn't need him anymore.

GoldHeart l took a look at Flug's teary and hopefully expression.

"Of course..." GoldHeart said instead.

The ecstatic look on Flug's face was rewarded enough. Damn he was truly whipped for this boy

He wraps his arms around Leth giving him a big hug. And GoldHeart hugs him back enjoying the contact.

"When will you be leaving?" Flug asks him.

"In a month," GoldHeart says.

"So soon?" Flug asks sad that he has to part with his friend so quickly.

"The news was unexpected to me too," GoldHeart explains.

"Well, let's enjoy the time that," Flug says pulling GoldHeart out of the chair

"Where are we going?" GoldHeart asks, letting Flug pull him out the door.

"We're going out to have some fun!" Flug declares.

"What about studying," GoldHeart asks.

"Forget that! We need to make this every second count!" Flug says enthusiastically

"Alright," GoldHeart laughs enjoying how out of character Flug was acting.

____

Flug is sad that Leth had to leave and sadden to see another friend go. But unlike Cecilia at least he is still alive and happy about leaving the school and as long as Leth is happy he is happy.

Both of them decide to clear their entire schedule to spend the remaining time with each other. Only doing the bare minimum and finishing their homework so that the teachers won't kill them.

They went to different places in the city. Doing fun things both of them loved, such as going to the arcade, carnival, movie theaters, museums, concerts, science exhibits, dinners at the best restaurants, airplane shows, spas, and hotels. Flug even made fake ID cards for the both of them so that they both can go clubbing.

On Leth's last night Flug helped him pack his belongings in his dorm room. Both of them were having so much fun that Leth forgot to pack till the last minute.

Both of them got emotional on the last day and thing led to another and both of them ended up spending the night together.

Both of them spent the night together.

____

GoldHeart's Plan B was to make the last moments together in school with Flug the best in his life, before ghosting him completely and blocking his calls the moment he left Black Hat Institute. It was better for the both of them not to be friends due their hero-villain identities.

GoldHeart held himself back from doing anything intimate with Flug, although GoldHeart entertained the idea when he first came to the school, but after getting to know Flug and befriending he felt ... (umm what's the what people called it...Oh right guilty. felt guilty (an emotion he rarely felt) if he started something with Flug while he was using him for the mission and leaving.

But emotions ran high on their last night together and one thing led to another and they ended sleeping together.

As much as GoldHeart tried to deny for as long as he was in that school, the realisation hit him and he can't deny it any longer that he was in love with Flug.

GoldHeart always thought people were dispensable but after befriending Flug, spending time and genuinely getting to know him, he felt like with Flug, he has someone he can finally connect and truly understand him. And as a result became an irreplaceable part of his heart.

That's why after they made love and Flug asks him if this means they were dating. GoldHeart immediately said yes.

____

The movers (secretly disguised P.E.A.C.E. employees) came in and carried all of GoldHeart's items as well as checking them for any possible trackers before moving them into the truck and driving off with the items. Some school curriculum and textbooks were to be brought to a P.E.A.C.E. investigators to be studied while the rest were to be burned just in case there was any evil contamination or curses.

While waiting for the cab to send him to the airport, both of talked to each other talking about their memories together.

GoldHeart even promised to call him once he got back home from his flight.

GoldHeart gave him one last kiss before entering the cab. Waving goodbye until Flug was out of sight. And he slumped in his seat.

The cab driver drove him to the airport. But instead of boarding a plane GoldHeart changed into his hero costume in a secluded alleyway before flying back to P.E.A.C.E. HQ for his final mission report and a meeting with Falchion.

While alone flying in the sky, GoldHeart was able to think about everything that happened.

He and Flug are boyfriends.

Part of him was ecstatic and giddy, but remembering the harsh reality of his life made his high come crashing down.

Flug is a hero and GoldHeart was a villain and things will never work out between them unless one of them gives in-

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

The answer was so obvious why didn't he think about it before?! That the only way for Flug and him to be together was for Flug to redeem himself. Yes he's a genius.

Sure Flug wants to be a successful villain once he graduates, but he is confident once he knows the benefits and perks becoming a hero has to offer he will definitely choose to become a hero.

P.E.A.C.E. will definitely accept Flug, they have accepted villains before as long as they have something to offer.

Flug is a genius so he will definitely be an asset with his brains and inventions to the heroes and be accepted into P.E.A.C.E. easily.

And a great addition to GoldHeart's Golden Rule Team.

All GoldHeart had to do was subtly convince Flug about the benefits and perks of being a hero and then convince him to redeem himself after revealing his identity.

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GoldHeart knows keeping such a big secret would come out eventually at P.E.A.C.E. and would definitely look bad unless it came from him.

So he decides to come clean to General Falchion, confident he can convince the General to take his side on redeeming Flug and being on his time.

And immediately tells him during the meeting about his plan to General Falchion about redeeming the villain student Flug and on his team and how much of a useful asset to P.E.A.C.E. and the heroes he can be with his genius.

Falchion says after reading GoldHeart's report about Flug's genius, he definitely agrees he will be an asset to the heroes. And agrees to let Flug join P.E.A.C.E...

ONLY if he agrees to swear his loyalty to P.E.A.C.E. and leave all his ambitions as a villain behind.

GoldHeart says he will definitely convince Flug to do so.

Falchion would advise GoldHeart not to form any feelings or attachments in the meantime with Flug until he has officially joined P.E.A.C.E. but he can see he has clearly already done so.

GoldHeart, stunt locked asks him how does he know.

Falchion says he has been a General of P.E.A.C.E. for a long time and has seen many heroes become friends or fall in love with heroes and knows how to look out for the signs. And it was obviously given the way GoldHeart has talked about Flug in his report.

He also says to GoldHeart that because of this attachment the heroes would end up betraying P.E.A.C.E. and the heroes and end up becoming villains as well. And bluntly ask GoldHeart how he can be sure that while trying to convince Flug to become a hero, GoldHeart won't end up becoming a villain instead?

GoldHeart bluntly retaliates he is absolutely loyal to P.E.A.C.E. and to prove this he will continue to relay any critical information Flug tells him to Falchion until he can convince Flug to become a hero.

____

Afterwards GoldHeart and Flug called or video chat each other nearly everyday. Flug asks Leth about his new school and GoldHeart tells him as much as he can about class, friends and his schoolmates, while leaving out all the important hero activities of course.

While Flug excitedly tells Leth he got accepted into V.A.S.A. (Villains Aeronautics and Space Administration) to get his commercial pilot licence. Despite being younger than all the other students, he became the top student there and the instructors told him he can skip a few programs and will definitely get it sooner than the usual time students get it.

(Flug also, not to worry his boyfriend decides not to tell him that ever since Leth left school his bullies have come back to bully him and only stopped because he was hanging out with Leth.

His bullying also became worse ever since he became the top student at V.A.S.A. due to Miss Valdoom, a wealthy villain heiress to The Valdoom family with ties to Black Hat Organisation for many generations who was jealous at becoming number 2 in class ever since his arrival and made his life a living hell along with the other students in V.A.S.A. unless he quits.)

GoldHeart says he is happy for Flug and asks him about V.A.S.A. and tells him everything about the lessons.

GoldHeart as promised relayed everything Flug told him about V.A.S.A. to Falchion.

GoldHeart feels absolutely guilty. At school the guilt was at the back of his mind and easy to repress because he was in denial about his feelings for Flug but now that he has accepted his feelings he feels like a total scumbag.

But tries to convince himself that this was the only way to continue to be a hero and get Flug to redeem himself.

Flug will definitely understand once he explains his reasoning and he becomes a hero.

Right?

Of course he will!

He has to...

____

Spending the night with Leth was the best experience of his life. And even better when Flug hesitantly asked Leth if this means they were dating and Leth immediately said yes.

He and Leth are boyfriends!

Flug thought giddily.

But he has to leave the next day. Making the leave even more sad the next day Flug had to admit he was a little insecure that once Leth moved away he would find someone better and forget about him.

But Leth kept his promise to keep in touch with him through phone and video and even made plans to meet up during long weekends the summer. Much to the excitement of both parties.

However he also has been getting strange questions from his boyfriend. Such as...

How he feels about heroes? (Specifically P.E.A.C.E. heroes)

Flug says, although he has never met a hero in real life, he wants to become a successful villain so he sees heroes are his enemy and it won't benefit him anyway if he thinks about them any other way.

He says that every villain and their grandparents know that P.E.A.C.E. is a hero organisations that deploys for money and power. When Villains do this and are always upfront about it with their community. But the frustrating thing about P.E.A.C.E. is that when they do it they try to deny it and worse still they think they are better than villains just because they are heroes.

They're some genuinely good heroes out there from P.E.A.C.E. but as Flug mentions he wants to be a successful villain so it won't help if he to gets too friendly with them and becomes tempted to reform because of this.

How he feels about becoming a hero? As they get money, power and fame which Flug says he always wants to get fame, recognition, and money from his genius and inventions.

Flug says he never once thought of becoming a hero because he has always had love and passion for ever science ever since he was a kid and wanted to be a villain to pursue that passion after getting enrolled in Black Hat Institute his belief was reassured.

Leth asks him what he thinks about the super hero GoldHeart?

Flug says he has only seen him on the news fighting villains and being known as the "hero with a heart of gold". But to him he gives off a vibe of being overcompensatingly and being too good to be true. Then again he has never met him before so perhaps he shouldn't pass judgement too quickly and perhaps he is genuinely one of the good heroes.

For some reason Leth sounds disappointed with all of his answers...

____

One day he asks Flug if there was anything that could convince him to be a hero.

Flug then asks him where are all these questions coming from?

GoldHeart realises that he was laying on it a little bit too thick with his questions and casually mentions that his new school supports heroes and he wants to know what Flug thinks about all of this.

Flug asks him to be careful. Worried he might be bullied because he came from a hero school.

GoldHeart tells Flug he is sweet, but reassures him he has nothing to worry about.

____

Another thought comes to light after Flug tells him how he feels about his hero persona. Part of him is glad that he doesn't hate him per say but more because he's a villain and he has to hate heroes.

GoldHeart always thought Flug would only find out his secret identity after he convinced Flug to want to become a hero and he would tell him. There would be some arguments, that's pretty understandable but Flug will eventually forgive him after he tells him the full story, his feelings about and their future they have together.

But what if Flug finds out that he was GoldHeart and he would hate him afterwards and he will definitely lose him.

He can't let that happen!

He can't!

____

GoldHeart invited Flug to spend summer vacation for 2 weeks at a five star beach resort (fully paid for by P.E.A.C.E rewarding them for their successful mission) with him and The Golden Rule so that Flug can get to know his future team and his team will get to know their future teammate.

And also get them to help him to try to convince Flug to be a hero...

When Flug was out of sight and hearing range GoldHeart asked his team what they thought of Flug, specifically of him becoming a hero and part of their team.

The team told their leader that they agreed that Flug was a genius and that it would definitely benefit them having him on their team. However they also think he's nerdy and weird and believes he won't fit the image of a hero, especially in their team which has an image of the best and coolest heroes to uphold.

Hence think that Flug is more suited to be a scientist of The Golden Rule rather than a hero team mate.

But GoldHeart puts his foot down. Saying that there is a lot of wasted potential if they just made Flug into a scientist. Strongly believing that his genius strategic skills that can rival his own will be suited as a hero and his unique personality will be a good dynamic for the group.

The team was still reluctant to have Flug on their team as a hero. However GoldHeart always considers his strategies and planning to be the best so him saying someone's strategic skills can rival his own is a pretty big deal...

Their leader never steered them wrong, hence they all agreed that Flug should be on the team and will try to help GoldHeart convince Flug to become a hero.

Plus they knowing the real golden rule of the team is whatever GoldHeart wants GoldHeart gets and are also too scared and intimidated by GoldHeart to argue with him further knowing their leader will make their life a living hell if they go against his wishes, especially if he is this determined.

Perhaps they can benefit and curry favour with GoldHeart by being nice to his boyfriend Flug.

____

GoldHeart then asks Flug how he likes the vacation so far.

Flug says he is having a good time and appreciates Leth treating him to vacation*

Though he had to admit when Leth says they could go spend summer vacation together he kinda hoped they would be just the two of them.

But it was really nice staying in the same room together. Especially since they haven't been umm... intimate (Flug blushes) since Leth left Black Hat Institute.

GoldHeart smirks loving his adorable reaction. And says after this he and Flug can go on a trip together just the two of them, much to Flug's delight as he hugs and kisses his boyfriend, much to GoldHeart's delight as well.

*(Note: GoldHeart actually requests P.E.A.C.E. for an additional plane ticket, hotel accommodations were not necessary as Flug is staying with him but he tells Flug he is the one treating him as it would be suspicious as to why Leth's school is agreeing to pay a for a trip for a non student)

Leth then asks what he thinks about his friends.

Flug says they are ok, but doesn't want to elaborate, as he doesn't want to make it awkward. But GoldHeart really wants to know. So Flug says he feels like Leth's friends are only nice to him because Flug is his boyfriend. The obvious sign was that they don't even refer to Flug by his real name, just Leth's boyfriend.

[Flashback]

[Eating Breakfast Buffet at the Hotel's Restaurant]

[Golden Rule Member]: Hey Go-Leth's boyfriend can you pass me the salt

Flug: Sure, its Flug by the way.

[Golden Rule Member]: Thank you Leth's boyfriend.

[End of Flashback]

"Yeah they're like that. I'll have a word with them," GoldHeart says, knowing they are doing the bare minimum to tolerate Flug to curry favour with him as his boyfriend. But it could be worse...

____

For several months GoldHeart has been continuously going back and forth with the questions as well as dropping subtle hints through casual conversations to try to influence Flug to become a hero like the benefits about being a hero and how you can get away with things by being a hero instead of a villain.

However there was still no success or even any progress with convincing Flug to become a hero.

This made him realise redeeming Flug was a lot harder than he thought.

With the shitty horrible villain school Flug goes to. As well as GoldHeart's exceptional people skills to get people to do anything he wants, he thought it would have an easy walk in the park to get Flug to want to be a hero.

However this was far from reality as Flug was stubborn as he is beautiful.

Flug was determined no matter what to become a villain scientist and pilot and work hard to succeed no matter the obstacles and shitty people are in his way and there was no changing his mind.

And unfortunately things are going to get much worse...

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It was Friday and GoldHeart was currently packing his bags. He and Flug planned to go on another trip together as a long weekend was coming up.

Suddenly an announcement was made on the school speaker ordering all P.E.A.C.E. Academy hero student to go to the main hall for an emergency briefing.

Surprisingly, General Falchion was there and informed the hero students that 100 planes in 15 different countries and their passengers have gone missing.

This has caused a diplomatic crisis between the affected countries and a widespread panic around the world leading to countries pointing their fingers at each other of who caused this. If they don't get to the bottom of this soon, they could be looking at an escalation resulting in war.

Hence Falchion has ordered all heroes to be on red alert to find and capture the culprit(s) bring them to justice. Any information provided about these incidents and the culprit(s) will be greatly rewarded.

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GoldHeart was panicking.

What if Flug was the one who caused this?

The profile of the crime sounded like someone Flug would do.

Part of the reason why he could convince Falchion to give Flug a chance at being a hero was because he hadn't done any crime (or at least any obvious crime) as far as he knows.

Falchion says that integrating a villain who has done crime especially violent and destructive crimes (like this one) comes with a shit ton of baggage of reputation damage control that he believes is not worth the effort.

Falchion also recently told GoldHeart not to waste any more efforts on getting his boyfriend to become a hero, telling him some villains are a lost cause and he should be focusing on other more important things like gaining more popularity so that he can be more profitable for P.E.A.C.E.

If Flug had something to do with the planes and passengers disappearance, his plans or worse, their relationship would be totally screwed...

Immediately right after the meeting he changed into his uniform and flew to Black Hat Institute as fast as his super speed would let him.

Stopping several building blocks from the school dormitory, he changed into his civilian attire before stopping outside the entrance in front of the security guard at Area B and called Flug on his mobile phone to let him know that he's outside.

Flug met GoldHeart outside to let him in and they walked him to his room. Flug says he was not expecting him for another few hours and thought they were going to meet at the airport.

GoldHeart says he took an earlier flight here and couldn't wait to see him.

The school dorm was just eerie and creepy as he remembered, with a sense of evil in the atmosphere.

Not wanting to be distracted any further GoldHeart asks Flug if he had anything to do with the plane disappearances he saw on the news (which was broadcast just after Falchion's announcement)

Flug opened the door to his room to reveal the stolen planes in mini size and in jars.

"Did you do this?" GoldHeart says trying to stay calm despite how freaked out he is.

"Yes, I did," Flug says nonchalantly.

"How did you make the planes so small?" GoldHeart asks again, carefully.

"I shrunk it down with this shrink ray I invented." Flug says holding out his invention.

"That's pretty impressive," GoldHeart partly remembering that he was supposed to keep up the villian-supporter act and also genuinely impressed by Flug's invention. Even the top P.E.A.C.E. scientist struggled to invent shrinking technology. And Flug a villain student who has not even graduated from school beat them to it. He is truly a genius.

"I know," Flug says proudly.

"What happened to the people inside?" GoldHeart asks.

"They shrunk down with the plane of course," Flug explains.

"A-are they still alive?" GoldHeart asks Flug hoping if Flug didn't murder a bunch of people, at least he can still vouch for him for that one thing.

"They aren't now. Those mayonnaise jars only have so much air in them," Flug says nonchalantly.

"Mayonnaise jars?! Why mayonnaise jars?" GoldHeart spitters almost not believing what Flug just said.

"Well that's it's funny story actually," Flug chuckles recalling the memory.

"I was passing by the dumpster behind the cafeteria and I saw a lot of empty mayonnaise jars thrown and I thought it would be a cool way to display my model airplanes. But then I thought I just made a new shrink ray and got my V.A.S.A licence so why don't I just test it out and shrink some planes in them."

"As you can see I got a little carried away," Flug says gesturing to the dozens of planes in his room.

GoldHeart wanted to laugh at the insanity Flug's crazy outlandish reasoning and storey for wanting to putting planes in mayonnaise jars. Freaking mayonnaise jars! And cry at the same time, feeling their future of their relationship together slipping away through his fingers.

(Note: GoldHeart was not upset at Flug stealing planes and murdering thousands of people in the process 😂 but more of the scandal it caused and how it affected his plan to redeem and his relationship with Flug)

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GoldHeart was unable to enjoy his vacation with Flug too distracted by the difficult decision: Should he tell General Falchion about Flug or not?

Despite how he tries to justify himself, deep down GoldHeart knows that telling Falchion about all the information Flug has told about school and V.A.S.A. is already pretty low. But if he tells Falchion that Flug was the one who stole the planes this will definitely be the worse thing he has ever done to Flug as he knows Falchion will definitely make GoldHeart arrest Flug for his crimes and he can't do that to his boyfriend.

However what if P.E.A.C.E. found out about this anyways? They have skilled agents and informants that could easily track down the culprit in no time.

And worse General Falchion finds out he will definitely know that he knows, being in contact with Flug, but he didn't tell them there will be consequence.

So he had to tell the General the truth before anyone else!

He is a brilliant strategist and with a high EQ, and the best people skills known to man. He can talk his way out of getting Flug out of this...

Right?

Right. And if he goes down, there will be no one to protect Flug. So he's making the right decision in telling Falchion. This is the right decision that will benefit both of them in the end.

Right?

____

After their vacation GoldHeart with a heavy heart, goes to P.E.A.C.E. HQ to tell Falchion that Flug was the one who stole the planes.

He explained how Flug was able to make the planes and passengers disappear was by shrinking them and putting them into mayonnaise jars. (This word mayonnaise jar made Falchion raise his eyebrow in question, but GoldHeart couldn't bring himself to explain the crazy reasoning even if he tried)

All the shrunken passengers were unfortunately dead due to suffocation... in the mayonnaise jar.

Falchion said that this was perfect, making GoldHeart confused about the General's reaction.

Falchion said that him and the other P.E.A.C.E. higher ups were looking through several lists of villains to assign GoldHeart and The Golden Rule their Arch-Nemesis.

And seeing how much this plane incident became the latest biggest worldwide panic and uproar, shaking the whole world with fear. The only thing people can talk about nowadays was how to bring the one responsible to justice.

If GoldHeart, the next generation leader of The Seven Nobles fought and defeated in battle and brought the one responsible him to justice. This would be a major boost to his popularity and reputation. As well as cementing GoldHeart's validity and capabilities as the next generation of The Seven Nobles and P.E.A.C.E. would reap the profits.

Falchion says GoldHeart will need to find out from Flug when his next plane heist is and inform Falchion who will arrange every news station to be in the area to cover and broadcast the fight with GoldHeart and his Arch-Nemesis's debut. Where GoldHeart takes down the horrible plane obsessed villain and bringing him to justice.

GoldHeart felt like he wanted to crawl into a hole. This was worse than what he thought would happen.

GoldHeart can't fight Flug and put him in jail!

To buy himself some time to come up with a plan to get out of this horrible mess, he tried to give Falchion several suggestions like perhaps they should not rush into things and make Flug his Arch-Nemesis there are plenty of other evil supervillains, maybe they should wait first before they go after Flug, perhaps it's just a one time thing and he'll never do it again...

But Falchion put his foot down. Saying that if GoldHeart can't do this then it not only does it prove that GoldHeart is just another incompetent hero who lets his emotions and feelings for a villain cloud his decision but is also siding with the villians.

Furthermore a leader's actions represent their team's and GoldHeart's incompetence proves the incompetence of his team.

And PE.A.C.E doesn't need that there were plenty of other hero teams to choose from to be the next generation of The Seven Nobles such Villain Slayer that could easily do the job and fight Flug.

So GoldHeart had to fight Flug and throw him in jail.

(Note: Falchion could have just ordered GoldHeart to lure Flug into a trap and arrest him however if GoldHeart publicly fought Flug and defeated him as the "public display of heroics" would make GoldHeart and P.E.A.C.E. look better and more heroic in the eyes of the public which would equal to more profits. Even though the fight could cause more property damage and possibly killed a bunch of innocent people it was a collateral damage he was willing to take and could easily blame it all on the villain and no one would be wiser)

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The next day, a press release covered by several newspapers such as The Daily Chirping and Arenque News published the story that "after finding new discoveries at the scene of the crime" that can conclude the plane incident was caused by a villain. The passengers were dead but P.E.A.C.E. will send their strongest hero with a heart of gold, GoldHeart, to avenge these passengers and bring the vile villain to justice and save the day once again.

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GoldHeart video calls Flug on the same day after the press conference and asks him if he has seen the news.

Flug says yes he did. GoldHeart thought he was a lot calmer than he expected.

GoldHeart then suggested Flug should lay low from doing a crime for a few weeks, months, years, forever (then he wouldn't have to have to fight and arrest his boyfriend)

Flug tells GoldHeart not to worry and just said that he anticipated this was bound to happen eventually and was in fact planning another plane heist at Flight City Airport at Terminal 3, next Saturday.

GoldHeart's heart sank and tried his absolute best to convince Flug not to go through with it, but Flug was determined, much to GoldHeart's dismay.

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After racking his brain for ideas for the past few days, GoldHeart manages to find the best outcome to the situation, managing to convince Falchion to put Flug in P.E.A.C.E.'s in a luxurious penthouse their Recovery and Rehab Institute for Heroes instead of an actual prison.

(Note: Similar to what they did to Miss Heed)

And just inform the news to tell the public that Flug has been sent to a high maximum security prison.

And the public wouldn't be any wiser about this. So everyone wins.

Falchion reluctantly agrees to GoldHeart's compromise but says GoldHeart has to pay for the cost and amenities for housing Flug in the rehab and GoldHeart gladly agrees to do so.

GoldHeart's plan is to keep Flug in the rehab until he becomes a hero.

Flug is absolutely crazy for wanting to be a villain instead of a hero and they have the most talented psychiatrists, therapists and rehabilitation workers there surely they can get to the psychological root of the problem and find a solution to it.

Sure Flug would be pissed and hate him at first when he reveals to Flug his identity after he had arrested him and found out he's been lying to him ever since they met each other.

But he knows Flug will love him for this once he sees the bigger picture and become a hero and their relationship would go back to normal, no even better this time with Flug by his side and no secrets between them.

Until then GoldHeart will visit him as much as possible and be there every step of the way.

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Next Saturday, GoldHeart was at The Flight City, Terminal 3 Airport wearing an inconspicuous baggage handler disguise, even wearing sunglasses and a cap to hide his gold eyes and gold hair steak. He did this so that he can be in an airport runway and get the element of surprise on Flug and has his superhero costume underneath to jump into battle immediately when Flug arrives.

The reporters were also there in the airport looking inconspicuous.

However after two hours Flug was a no show. Which was odd because, on the information he got from Flug, his next heist was going to be at 10 am.

Making GoldHeart hopeful that Flug changed his mind about lying low.

Suddenly there was a blinding flash and faster than he could blink a large cargo plane fell from the sky at high speeds and from the sky and crashed onto him.

GoldHeart pushed the large plane out of the way, fortunately he was invulnerable so the impact didn't even leave a scratch on him.

Suddenly a large blue light surrounded him, immobilizing his movement. Making GoldHeart realise that the plane crash was a red herring to distract him.

Then as the smoke cleared from the crash and debris, a figure appeared in front of him, wearing a mask, white lab coat, a plane flight suit and the most noticeable was the robot suit he was wearing which had hand attachments that looked like plane propellers.

Even with the mask GoldHeart could tell that that person was Flug...

"You lying manipulative bastard..." Flug says voice dripping with venom at every syllable.

"Flug let me explain..." GoldHeart says, obvious that Flug figured it out before he could tell him. Despite mentally preparing himself for Flug's reaction on the reveal, seeing how hurt Flug was, his heart twist.

"Shut up!" Flug yells punching GoldHeart in the face using his robotic arm.

GoldHeart could feel a bruise forming at his cheek.

That hurt, that actually really hurt.

"You had all the time in the world to explain! But instead you choose to use me for your own heroic gain!" Flug said, voice shaking with anger, as he lift his robotic arms up and preparing to shoot GoldHeart with his lasers.

GoldHeart can clearly see that Flug was not in the talking mood to talk and focus instead on the fight. The reporters and cameras were there and he had to put up a good show in apprehending the villain.

With a blast of gold light from his body he manages to break away from the immobilizing beam as well as free him from his disguise and reveal his superhero costume in all of its glory. Then charge after Flug flying.

GoldHeart thought that he would have to hold back against Flug but his boyfriend was a lot tougher than he looks and was able to hold his ground in a fight and actually proved to be a challenge for him, which has never happened before.

So he had to give it all to subdue Flug.

Their fight lasted a gruesome five hours, resulting in destroying the entire airport in the process before he manages to destroy Flug's robot suit, take away his weapons and restrain him.

The P.E.A.C.E. crowd control team managed to evacuate all the civilians from the airport, so there were no casualties in the fight (so no hush money needed to be given out this time)

GoldHeart gave his interview to the reporters about the fight and adding some template buzz words about "the never ending battle between good and evil", "justice always prevails", and "heroes always wins" blah blah blah.

Before carrying Flug and flying him to the rehab centre.

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GoldHeart enters the large glass penthouse suite Flug was kept in carrying a tray of Flug's favourite food - seafood pasta with a side of salad, lemonade and and a lemon tart for dessert.

The suite Flug was kept in was the largest one they had. The room was furnished with expensive furniture in yellow, Flug's favourite colour, such as a large king size bed, sofa, coffee table, a large bookcase full of books on airplanes and science, and a study table at the corner with boxes

The only downside of this rehab was there was no internet. Which was no issue as despite Flug's genius in creating advanced technology, he has never used the internet other than for school work. (If it were someone who was addicted to social media and the internet, this place would have been an utter nightmare for them)

His boyfriend was currently sitting at the corner of the bed, bandaged and bruised and refusing to even take at his direction even when he came in.

"I thought you might be hungry," GoldHeart says placing a plate of pasta onto the table, before sitting down on the other side of the bed.

Flug still refused to look at him.

"How did you find out?" GoldHeart asks trying to begin the conversation.

Flug continues to ignore him.

"Okay let's try this, let me put in my theory when you manage to figure it out," GoldHeart says trying to compromise on the situation.

"I didn't notice it at first but you've always told me everything, but you never told me about how you graduated from V.A.S.A and your plans for the heist. I also realized that you have been a bit more vague about school for about a month, so I'm guessing you found out I was GoldHeart about two month ago, am I right?"

Flug remained silent and GoldHeart thought it was going to be like that through this whole visit when Flug let out a hollow chuckled and finally turned to look at him

"Fair play right?" Flug finally says. "You kept things and lied to me to get ahead as a hero. I kept things and lied so that I could successfully complete my heist."

"How did you find out all this?" GoldHeart asks again.

Flug looks like he was contemplating for a few seconds before sighing and giving in, "Black Hat Institute and V.A.S.A. informed the students that there was a data breach from P.E.A.C.E. which coincide with things only you had access to at the same time.

I didn't want to believe it at first. Trying to deny it was just all a coincidence.

Even when you asked me all those questions about how I felt about heroes I believed you when you said you just wanted to know how I feel about this because you went to a school that supports heroes as there was no way my boyfriend would lie to me about all this."

GoldHeart couldn't help but wince at Flug's words.

"But I still couldn't help shake the gut feeling. I felt bad for even suspecting you, so I decided to do some digging and research on P.E.A.C.E. just to get rid of the feeling and prove myself wrong.

I couldn't find much at first, P.E.A.C.E. had an immaculate PR team and a difficult cyber security to break into.

But then saw a newspaper article GoldHeart online. I never thought about him twice before but I remembered how you mentioned him once and as I stared into the photo in the news I couldn't help but notice how similar you look to him."

GoldHeart remembers the time he asked Flug what he thought about his hero persona.

"Even then, I still denied it, as celebrity looks alikes were the same.

I tried to used a facial recognition software on your picture and his and compared the audio recording of videos of the interviews you did to the voice messages you left me just to prove I was wrong.

But every evidence points to the same thing that you Herbert Leth are GoldHeart."

GoldHeart tries not to flinch at Flug's stare.

"All this time you used me! For months, ever since we met, you lied used me for information to give to P.E.A.C.E. for your own heroic gain. You befriended me, dated me, slept with me, and even made me believed that you loved me!"

GoldHeart could hear the Flug's voice cracked on the verge of crying.

"I really do love you Flug," GoldHeart says truthfully.

"LIAR!" Flug suddenly yells absolutely livid, suddenly grabbing GoldHeart's collar in a threatening hold.

"It's true! I did this for us, Flug!" GoldHeart took Flug's hands that were on his collar and held it in his arms.

"Look I admit it didn't start out that way at first. Yes, I was a spy for P.E.A.C.E and I befriended you for the wrong reasons, but as I got to know you I truly started to care about you then when l fell in love with you and we started dating I realised I can't live without you. That's why I've been trying for months to redeem you and get you to reform because I want us to stay together," GoldHeart explains.

Flug gave GoldHeart a cold hard stare before pulling his hands away from him. GoldHeart tries not to look hurt.

"You expect me to believe that?" Flug asked, voice as cold as liquid nitrogen, suddenly his eyes widened in realisation,"You're trying to use me again aren't you..."

"Flug I'm not-" GoldHeart tries to explain but was interrupted.

"Trying to get a villain, your new Arch-Nemesis to reform, just after one battle, to make yourself look good! Then once you have me wrapped around your finger again your going my genius and inventions for your own personal gain!" Flug said literally shaking in anger.

"No, Flug. Listen to me! I'm telling the truth! I really do care about you. You got to believe me this time," GoldHeart attempts to persuade his boyfriend.

"Believe you! BELIEVE YOU!" Flug spats out the words like it was a curse.

"Ever since we met you have been lying to me and using me to get ahead! And this is no different! Give me one good reason why I should believe you this time!" Flug stares at GoldHeart with challenging conviction.

"I-" GoldHeart tries to come up with something, but for the first time ever he was lost for words. Flug was right. What reason can he give for Flug to trust him.

"That's what I thought..." Flug says.

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GoldHeart left the rehab centre with a heavy heart. He knows he's doing the right thing.

But why does he feel like his not?

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He got a call from his agent telling him to come back to Flight City as the mayor wanted to give him the key to the city for defeating Dr.Flug.

GoldHeart says he'll be there in 15 minutes. The interruption was welcomed, hopefully giving him time to come up with an answer for Flug.

"I have to go...," GoldHeart says standing up. I'll be back in a few hours. Well continue this later, alright. I love you."

"Fuck off!" Flug yells. The look of contempt and hatred Flug gave him before he left would forever haunt him.

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Not even five minutes after GoldHeart left he got a call from Captain Eugenia, the head of security at the rehab, informing him that Flug had escaped.

GoldHeart flew back to the rehab faster than a speeding bullet going back to the penthouse and just as he was told Flug was gone.

He searched around the rehab and around the city but it was too late...

Flug was long gone.

GoldHeart angrily questions every single one of the guards and demands they tell him how this happened and how could they let this happen?!

All the guards said the same thing the lights went off in a sudden blackout and when they went to check the patients, they found that Flug was missing.

GoldHeart could only smash the wall with his fist in frustration.

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When Flug found out the truth on GoldHeart he broke down crying at the utter betrayal of the person he thought was most dear had been using him to gain information.

Before doing anything drastic, Flug needed to know: Is Leth's feelings for him all a lie as well?

Flug decides to test Leth and at the same time prepare for a contingency plan for the worst outcome.

Flug would be graduating V.A.S.A. soon and has already brainstormed an idea for his first ever heist He knows if the tells Leth, it would be an utter failure, so he decides to tell him about his heist only after he has done it.

(Note: The mayonnaise jar story was a lie Flug told GoldHeart to throw him off that he was planning his heist for months. But Flug did need to use the mayonnaise jars he found outside the cafeteria because he ran out of bell-jars because of an experiment😂)

This would also be a way to test him.

Leth was the one who only knew the passengers were dead.

And if P.E.A.C.E. found out anything about that (which they would most likely put in a press release and publish on every one of their news outlets), it would prove that GoldHeart doesn't love him at all and their relationship was all a lie. He just sees him as a source of information to use for his benefit and would sell him out to the heroes when given the opportunity.

Flug hoped that this wouldn't be true, but his worst fears came true as on the next day he saw on the press release from P.E.A.C.E. that confirmed his fears. Even more so when the press release informs them that they are sending their best hero GoldHeart to "bring him to justice".

There were obviously signs from the start but he chose to ignore it and think with his heart instead of his head.

He was never going to make that same mistake again...

Flug gave it his all in the fight and didn't hold back, taking all his anger, frustrations and feelings of betrayal his been bottling for months all out on fighting GoldHeart, the boy who he loved and thought loved him.

Using the backpack strength suit he created specifically to fight GoldHeart and counter his invulnerability, powers, and super strength, in case the worst of his fears came true. He even testing his teleporter to teleport one of the cargo planes he stole to crash into GoldHeart. The look on the hero's face was hilarious.

The fight lasted for a few hours before he was apprehended, Flug didn't expect to win, that's why he attached his shrink ray to his heli-bots and program them to steal the planes from the other terminals before anyone could notice while GoldHeart was busy fighting him and the P.E.A.C.E. evacuation team and reporters were so focused on the fight. Of course P.E.A.C.E. and their one sided news never covered it. Saying that the missing planes from the other terminals were destroyed in the fight by Flug to hide GoldHeart and their embarrassing oversight.

Flug stared at all of the furnishings and all his favourite items in the penthouse in discontent as if to hide the fact that this is another form of jail. The place was a literal screaming definition of a golden prison.

He expected to be placed in one of the jails owned by P.E.A.C.E, not a penthouse suite in their rehab centre, preparing detailed plans on how to easily break out of nearly every prison except for Mictlán.

Even with the most detailed planning Flug would need a team of at least a team of two to break out of the most heavily guarded and secure prison in the world.

Fortunately the rehab was not like Mictlán Even with GoldHeart most likely upping the security here because of his stay, from his observations when he was escorted by the security guards to his room the place's security was nothing as compared to a prison. Noticing the cameras had more blind spots than he can count and most of the staff were able to go in and out of most rooms without a pass.

Flug sat on the bed thinking about his plan. The glass doors to his room opened, accompanied by cautious steps and the smell of pasta, his favourite food, Flug didn't need to be a mind reader to know that it was GoldHeart. No doubt here to use the honey hatchet method to get more information from him.

He didn't want to deal with GoldHeart's manipulative lies now.

Flug ignores GoldHeart's question on how he found out, hoping he would go away if he ignores him long enough and he had enacted his escape plan until GoldHeart came up with his own accurate hypothesis. Flug decided to give in.

Flug wasn't the one to monologue, one of the most important things for a villain is to give as little information to the hero as possible. Perhaps he was exhausted. The two months of planning had taken a toll on him. Or perhaps he just wants to let everything out after bottling up, knowing that things will never be the same between him and Leth ever again. So decides to break the rules for once and tell him everything and get everything off his chest and out in the open.

Flug was pissed that GoldHeart told him about wanting to redeem him. This was obviously a lie. The two faced lying scumbag still had the audacity to keep up his caring boyfriend act. And he wasn't going to fall for it, not this time.

GoldHeart was a manipulative liar and everything he says cannot be trusted no matter how sincere he sounds.

Then it dawned on him that perhaps GoldHeart was not lying, he must want to redeem him to make himself look better, being able to redeem his Arch-Nemesis and use his genius afterwards, not because he cares about him.

He was proven so when GoldHeart can't even answer a simple question of why he should trust him.

And even so when he overheard GoldHeart was going to get a key from the city for defeating him.

After GoldHeart left it was easy for him to escape.

While in the blind spot of the camera at his room, he used the tools from the airplane model set to craft a device that would cause a power outage as well as using the device to surcharge the doors to open it and electrocute a few guards walking his direction before they even notice him. Then he managed to steal their clothes and go down the stairway and out the exit before anyone was wiser.

By the time GoldHeart got there it was too late...

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Afterwards fights would go on and on the same way.

Flug would win some and escape. GoldHeart would win some and put Flug in jail only for Flug to escape immediately after he leaves.

GoldHeart has tried multiple times to reach out to Flug but he would not listen.

What's worse, Flug's eyes that would once look at him with love and adoration now looked at him with contempt and hatred.

He can't take it! He can't be without him!

GoldHeart has attempted to redeem Flug multiple times in the past but the old resulted in failure.

So he came to a conclusion, if Flug won't choose to become good, then he will just not give him a choice and end villainy forever.

____

Afterwards GoldHeart opened a new position for his team with someone who can help his cause to end villainy forever. He didn't care if the person had super powers or not.

Unfortunately the person who fits the roll was Miss Heed...

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GoldHeart was shocked and displeased that the annoying spoilt brat was still alive. Worst still when she found out that she has a creepy obsessive crush on his hero persona.

He definitely didn't want her on his team but

Unfortunately she has the formula he needs to end villainy AND GET HIS FLUG BACK!

So beggars can't be choosers...

____

When Miss Heed found out that GoldHeart and Herbert Leth were the same person she was utterly humiliated and regretted it thinking that she ruined her chances of making GoldHeart fall in love with her and attempts to backtrack her behaviour saying that it was all just a joke and she was totally a different person now.

GoldHeart tells her to fuck off. Saying the only reason why she is allowed on his team was because of her formula which is needed to end villainy other than that he doesn't care if she get killed by a villain I'll get a ride over by traffic.

So she better work hard in perfecting the formula or else...

This made her scream and humiliation and become more determined to win GoldHeart's love.

She also can't let GoldHeart ever know that she stole the formula for Flug. However she also needs him to perfect it otherwise GoldHeart will never love her. Perhaps she can spray Flug with her perfume and make him into one of her followers...

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The Golden Rule Members absolutely hated Miss Heed. Her obsession wanting to be the centre of attention resulted in her habit of stealing ideas and the spotlight from her own team.

This made the team think that perhaps they were a bit too harsh on their judgement of Flug. And kinda wished they tried harder to get him to reform. The nerdy boy was a breath of fresh compared to this hysterical attention seeking monstrosity. And now they have to deal with her on a regular basis as their team mate.

They complained relentlessly about her to GoldHeart who says he will get rid of her once she creates the perfect formula to end villainy forever. In the meantime he tells them to treat her like a part time member or an intern. He will also reduce the amount of team interactions with her such, as group collaborations, sponsorships, meetings, casual team meetups, ect with her as much as necessary and create a separate group chat without her in it.

Afterwards The Golden Rule limits their interactions with Miss Heed as well as made her life a living hell behind the scenes in the meantime hoping to make her quit

Miss Heed was not used to this kind of treatment. In school she could easily bribe the villain students not to bully her. But now she has no such leverage on her hero team mates.

She complained to GoldHeart but the hero paid no heed (heh) to her complaints knowing that she won't quit.

She has a creepy obsession with him of wanting him to be her boyfriendz which would definitely won't happen, and reeks of desperation for attention.

Hence he knows that she knows if she leaves the most popular hero team she will be less beloved, popular and given less attention. So she would definitely rather be treated like crap in the most popular hero team rather than to be treated nicely in a less popular hero team.

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When Flug saw Cecilia on TV being initiated as the new member of The Golden Rule by GoldHeart he was absolutely shocked. Part of her was glad she was alive while the part was thinking "what the hell was going on?".

He concluded that not only did GoldHeart use him for information but while GoldHeart was in Black Hat Institute must have convinced her to become a hero, most likely for her family's wealth and influence. As much as he thought he knew Cecilia wouldn't do this, being obsessed with popularity and fame which would definitely come at being a hero, she would most likely have taken the deal.

Perhaps he didn't know her at all...

Perhaps all that fighting they did in school was all just an act in front of him to make her less suspicious about any ties with GoldHeart.

And she left earlier than him as two students disappearing from school would be more suspicious. Her father most likely covered her tracks and made her disappear so that she wouldn't be hunted by the school.

This revelation absolutely hurts. He can feel his heart absolutely breaking and being smashed into a million pieces.

Having not only been betrayed by his boyfriend but also his first ever and best friend.

Flug never had any personal vendetta against heroes, only knowing fighting them comes with the package of being a villain. But after everything he experienced with those two he can easily conclude...

Heroes are the absolute worst.

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herzzgeist · 1 year ago

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Draw Me Like One Of Your Grand Line Boys

A/N: My face is AGLOW - should I ramble on the part where he shows . . anatomy? I am . . tempted . . eep - Emi over and out

Art by me @lunar-3scap3 :3

„Darling, could you hold still for a moment?“

„Mhm? Wha- What are you- are you drawing me (Y/n)-ya?“

Sitting by side your Captain on a wooden bench, you partake in the joys of art - sketching everything you see and deem worthy to capture for practice.

Hence, seeing your doctor you love oh so dearly practically striking a pose, which screams for you to be kept in your notebook, your eyes quickly switch between Law and the paper in your hands.

The pencil dances over the white, leaving long strokes and lines of black and dark greyish shades behind. Nervous, the Surgeon utters:

„Did I give you the permission to do just that? I have enough wanted posters hanging around!“

„Oh hush, who said I‘ll be showing this to anyone?“

A mild blush spreads over your cheeks as you smile in fluster to yourself, drawing the good-looking man seated next to you.

Law groans in protest, jaw tensing up to your audacious yet adorable statement. As if contagious, red tint crawls over him as well, awfully irritating the white hatted one. The contrast between him and his accessory becoming much more evident to Trafalgar's mishap, assuming the heat on his face is more than noticable.

„Sweetheart, could you-“

With a hint of sarcasm lingering in his tone, he rolls your pet name off his tongue, teasingly yet lovingly. However, you interrupt him instantaneously, for his unwanted movements displease you without question.

„No! Don‘t move, I‘m almost finished!“

Soft sounds of led fluttering over paper has a somewhat calming effect on Law, given the fact he himself does it for hours on end, working through nights, taking notes to still his hunger for knowledge.

Through the corner of his eye, he watches how concentration marks your expression, tongue slightly sticking out and brows furrowed in complete fixation.

Law can't help but give off a small huff to that display, amused by the desirable woman sketching him with sheer determination.

A gentle touch to his cheek takes him aback, ripping him out of trance, as you trace your digits along his austere jaw line.

„You . . stop that! Are you done?“

„Oh yes.“

„Then why are you fondling me? It's unheard of!“

With your palm resting on his side, you lean in and gift him a small peck onto his now agape in surprise lips.

„Just wanted to check if I drew your handsome features correctly.“

Frozen, Law only musters to grunt at you in annoyance, though you can detect a tinge of mellow in his storm grey eyes. It tickles you everytime how stoic and profound he holds his demeanor, attempting to keep himself together, even before you.

Not dwelling on it too long, you proudly present your sketch.

„What do you think?“

His eyes widen, out of speechlessness he only manages to shake his head.

„Did you have to give my face a blush? I clearly wasn't!“

„Sure, whatever my flustered supernova says.“

You purr at Law sheepishly, opting him to debate about taking an unannounced leave or face you with an ever spreading glow in his try hard serious expression. He goes for the latter with an exasperated sigh:

„I'm not very apt in art, but I think it looks alright . . at least I can recognise that shady figure.“

Enhancing 'shady' with a dash of jest in his voice, a subtle smile enframes his mouth and a cozy feeling overcomes you by that sight. You backtalk with sass in your tone:

„Oi, be nice! It's just a quick sketch.“

Getting off from his seat, he towers before you and lets adoration guide his hand towards your chin, lifting it to meet your gaze:

„Just keep on practising and you'll be a wonderful artist in no time, (Y/n). Come on, lets get going.“

And now it's you who has to fight with the inner coil of heat, abashment written all over you, as you lean into his touch. What a needy woman you are, Law thinks to himself, enjoying how easily he can turn the tables on you. To top it all off, he adds:

„Oh and if you need a refrence for anatomy studies, feel free to ask me, I'll gladly show you how male bodies function.“

That dirty little-

#one piece #one piece law #trafalgar one piece #fanfiction #fanfic fluff #x reader #law x female reader #law x fem!reader #law x y/n #emi's random ramblings #motivational #Sometimes we need to write our own motivational stories

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itwasthereaminuteago · 2 years ago

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|| Hell's Belle ||

Outlaw Frank Castle x Saloon girl reader

Tags/warnings: sex worker reader, oral (f rec), p in v unprotected sex (wrap it B4 you tap it!), blood, bit of angst, mention of death, mentions of canon typical violence, fluff.

W/c ~ 5300

A/n: thank you to @e-dubbc11 who showed me gunslinger Punisher art and had me cranking this out ahead of all my other wips! Huge thanks to @stress--relief for beta reading! If you enjoy my writing please comment/reblog it would be much appreciated! 💕

You finish rolling up your stockings, smoothing the band of silk and lace neatly over your thigh before arranging your dress, then you dab on the lightest touch of rouge and perfume before it's time to work.

As you descend the staircase to the bar you feel the eyes are on you as usual, men and a few women too. Among them are those belonging to a man dressed hat to boots in black, sitting in the corner of the bar with Billy. He'd been in here for the past few nights, stealing looks when he thought you didn't notice, but you noticed everything. It was a survival skill in this environment. You could tell so much about a person by the clothes they wore, how they carried themselves, who they spoke to and what they drank. It paid to be perceptive and aware of the little things, if you missed the subtle way a man was about to reach for his weapon, things could get very dangerous. Everything about this particular fella screamed danger, and even seated you could tell he was big. He had stubble on his jaw you could strike a match on and yet he hadn't yet worked up the cojones to try his luck with you. Or maybe women just weren't his thing.

You take your seat at the bar and Josie hands you a drink as you cross one leg over the other, getting comfortable.

As the evening draws on you shoo away the sleezy advances of the normal punters, but you can't help note that the newcomer has barely taken his eyes from you all night. You were used to it, you had that effect on people. All of the girls in Hell's Belles were sweet, but you were the sweetest, a gilded lily if there ever was one. You were in demand, your reputation surpassed you, and you were therefore able to charge whatever you wanted for a night in your chamber, and could afford to be fussy with who you let in.

However, tonight Mr Tall, Dark and Menacing finally decided to approach the bar and so you prepared yourself for the usual shit you had to endure from outlaws and so-called sharpshooters who thought they could walk in and take whatever they wanted.

He was in for a shock.

"Buy you a drink, miss?" His voice is deep and thick, like gravel mixed with molasses, and at this close distance your first impression that he was handsome was not wrong, although in a rugged and rough kind of way, with a nose that you'd wager had been broken more than once.

"You can buy me a drink, but don't think it'll get you anywhere, mister. I've seen you sitting with Billy Russo, and I don't doubt he's told you I don't just lift my skirts and lay down for any old gunslinger."

Frank nods politely. "That he did miss, but uh, if you pardon me, nobody said we gotta be layin' down…"

He's bold, and smooth, you'll give him that. He might have even raised a tiny smile from you with that cheeky remark, but still you roll your eyes.

"Whatever the lady's having." He says to the barmaid.

"Charge him for a double, Josie." You add.

"Thank you ma'am." Frank says as he passes his last wad of notes to Josie without any reluctance, tiling his head to the side. "Any reason, or you just like messin' with strangers?"

"As I said, you're with Billy, and he's on my shit list so you get to suffer too."

"What'd he do, if you don' mind me askin'?"

'He talks too damn much."

At that Frank chuckles, raising his tumbler. "Ain't that the truth. Boy definitely has a mouth on 'im."

"Mm." You look him up and down unashamedly. "I get the feeling you're more of the strong, silent type."

"Maybe. Could be whatever you want me to be Miss." Frank rumbles and you decide that you like his attitude. You're not giving over so easily though. You sigh and take a sip of your drink. "How about gone? You can't afford me."

"S'funny, I was thinkin' of knocking over a bank this week, that change anythin'?" Frank proposes, despite your thorny exterior he's not lost one iota of confidence.

You laugh. "Oh you're very funny, mister…?"

"Castle. Frank Castle." He offers his hand and you place your empty glass in it.

He gestures to Josie for a refill. "M'serious though, s'why I'm in town. Got some business to take care of." He's got an edge to his look, a hint of something heavy hanging over him.

You nod towards the twin pistols that hang from either side of his chest.

"That kinda business? Those are some big guns you've got there mister Castle."

"The size don't matter sweetheart, it's knowin' how to use em, but I'll warrant you know all about that."

"Mm, careful with the 'sweethearts' Castle, I'm not yours yet, and sadly I'm rarely impressed." You reply with a shortness.

"Apologies Miss, but maybe you look out from your balcony at dawn tomorrow if you want your proof."

You shake your head and smile. "Hmm, it's gotta be a damn special man that'll make me get out of bed before dawn."

Frank's mouth quirks up at the side and he tips his hat as he finishes his drink, pushing off the bar. "Maybe. S'been a pleasure talkin' with you Miss. G'night."

His drawl settles deep within you bringing with it a hint of heat and you curse yourself, hoping he'll prove your doubts wrong that he's a drifter just like any other, that he'll actually be worth the gamble. Or at least worth losing a lie in. You could do with the money after all.

You prop your chin up on your hand on the bar. "C'mon Jose, spill."

Josie gives you a knowing look as she leans across to share what she knows. Josie hears everything. "Well, he's an outlaw, but you knew that already."

You click your tongue. "Yeah, and? Surely you've heard some talk."

"Mm. Word is he's an outlaw that's been killin' other outlaws, maybe just for the money, or revenge. Dunno what he's gettin' revenge for though."

You glance over your shoulder to where Russo is laughing heartedly but Castle isn't giving away any emotion.

"Careful honey, that there's a rough road you don't wanna go down. He might be charmin' but he sounds like bad news. I heard some folks call him The Punisher."

When you eventually retire for the night you find you can't rid your mind of him, and you're up and pulling on your silk robe before the first rays of the sun break above the horizon.

The air on the balcony is blessedly cool and the street mostly empty but then you see a few figures gathering on the dirt road, one of them an unmistakeable tall, dark silhouette. They talk for a while and then Frank Castle and his dueling opponent slowly walk to opposing ends of the street.

The air grows tense as they stand there, ready, waiting for the signal to draw. When it comes everything moves like lightning. It's over so quickly, Frank's coat swirls around his legs along with the dust cloud he's kicked up as he spun around. Your gaze flits to the other end of the street and you see his opponent is still standing, but his pistols have been shot straight out of his hands and lie on the ground.

Billy is down there too, laughing and demanding that the other bystander pay up a wager. You watch Frank holster his own pistols, a shiver of a thrill climbing up your spine as he turns to look up towards your window, subtly tipping his hat because he knew you'd be there watching. Of course he knew, and now you're even more intrigued to see if he'll approach you again later tonight, and put his money where his mouth is.

Sure enough that night he walks up to the bar beside you and orders a full bottle of whiskey.

"Fine evenin', Miss." He says, tipping his hat. You accept the glass that he slides over to you and then stand up, your heels clicking as you cross the wooden floor to the stairs.

"You can bring the bottle." You call over your shoulder.

He follows after a beat, shooting a look towards Billy who just shakes his head in disbelief.

"Yes ma'am."

You're sitting on the edge of the bed when he knocks and enters, removing his hat and coat and hanging them on the hook on the back of the door.

"Like what you saw this mornin', Miss?"

"Maybe. Are you always that flashy?"

The ghost of a smile appears on his grizzled face. "Nah, just a bit of fun. 'sides, it got me here didn't it?"

You walk over to him, standing close, sliding your hands over his black waistcoat and shirt and then down to his harness, releasing his guns from their soft leather holsters and pulling them out. They're a nice weight in your hands and you notice the handles are expertly inlaid with tiny white skulls bright against the ebony.

"Wanted to see if you can handle a woman as well as you handle these." You invite, placing them down gently on your bureau. He grabs you then and you gasp as he holds you fast, one strong arm wrapped around your waist and the other sliding into your hair as he allows his dark brown gaze to roam over you. You heat up instantly at his gall.

"Ain't gonna rush this." He says, before dipping his head to kiss you. Despite all appearances his lips are pillowy soft and slow against your own. He's right, he's in no rush but you open up for him a little as his tongue lightly trails the seam of your mouth. He kisses at your bottom lip, tugs on it just enough to get you to release a pained sound, and then he's kitten licking, teasing the taste of him as your hands snake up around his thick neck and shoulders to pull him closer. You want more.

He lifts you up easily, walking you to the bed and setting you down to sit on the edge again and you watch him, feeling yourself grow wet between your thighs as he steps back and carefully rolls up his sleeves.

"What happened to not needing to lay down?" You ask as he gently persuades you down onto your back. He hikes up your dress skirts, sliding his big hands with surety up your legs, bunching the fabric around your hips. He has a darkness and hunger in his eyes and it scares and arouses you in equal measure.

"I told ya Miss. Gonna take my time. May I?" He gestures to your skimpy underclothes and you nod, lifting your hips as he gently pulls your soaked frilly knickers down your legs and throws them aside. He gets down on his knees on the rug and your heart is thumping hard against your bustier. It's not so often that a man will go down on you for your pleasure alone, and this man, this dark brooding beast, looks like he's waited all his days to do just that.

His hands smooth up the outsides of your thighs over your silky stockings and grip your waist as he carefully pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. You sigh deeply as he spreads your legs apart.

"I gotta say Miss… you're a true beauty. The sweetest balm for the eyes." He licks his lips and it's all you can do to moan long and loud as he puts his sweet-talking mouth to work on you. He knows exactly what he's doing, pushing all of your proverbial buttons and driving out the most desperate sounds that you've ever heard yourself make. He licks and laps, sucks on your clit and fucks you so damn good with just his mouth and tongue, but your pussy aches with need and so you paw for his hand, urging him to slip his fingers in. There's a rumble deep in his throat as he covers two thick digits in your slick and slowly pushes them in your entrance, stretching you just a little.

"Mmm, oh fuck, just like that…"

"Yeah?" The low tone of his voice makes your cunt squeeze around his fingers and he watches you react. "Y'like that Miss?" He asks eagerly as he starts to curl his fingers, stroking your inner walls in a way that has you panting for breath as you feel your orgasm being easily teased from you.

"Yeah, that's it girl," he rasps, "let it go."

You cry out, your back arching. He holds your legs apart with his free hand as you shake, trying to close them on him but he makes you come, leaning back down and flicking his fucking insanely dexterous tongue over your sensitive clit as you fall apart, clenching around him over and over until he finally slows and stops, leaving you a breathless mess.

You watch him as he gets to his feet, licking his fingers and lips with an admittedly well deserved satisfaction. He takes a sip of whiskey and offers you one too, before he sets it aside to unbutton his waistcoat and shirt. When you were close you could feel that he was built, but seeing him unclothed from the waist up had you drinking every chiseled inch of muscle in with a deep thirst.

You tugged at the bow to your bodice lacing, loosening it and turning so he could unwrap you. He said he was gonna take his time, and take his sweet time he does. He kisses every inch of your skin he exposes with reverence, repeating his praise of your beauty until you are naked but for your stockings. You push him back against the wall running your fingers through his hair, scratching your nails over his jaw as you kiss your way down his neck and broad chest. Your hand slides lower still, feeling every ridge and dip of muscle until he hisses and groans when you palm over his hard confined length.

"It's how you use it," you squeeze and he makes a gruff sound. "So use it."

He untangles himself from you only to strip off his boots and britches in a hot second, and then he's spinning you around, taking hold of your leg, lifting it up and sliding himself inside your slick heat with a grunt. You moan with the relief you feel as he fills you. He's perfect, hitting your spot as he thrusts into you slow and steady, like he could keep this up all night long if you asked him to. Your teeth graze along his collarbone as he fucks you up against the wall, his own pleasure quiet and restrained while you let the whole Kitchen know that some lucky guy is ringing the queen of the bordello's bell.

You wake up late, alone, sore but sated. The covers had been pulled up around your shoulders and you stretch out your body contentedly, until the realisation hits you that you hadn't taken any money from him.

Fuck.

You usually made your clients pay it up front but he had you so distracted…

When you roll over to push yourself up you freeze. There's a sizable stack of notes sitting there on your nightstand, way more than you were planning to charge when you counted them. You'd have to take it to your stash soon, it wasn't wise to have that much money laying around on the premises.

Frank Castle had proved himself, in more ways than one, and the girls were quick to grill you about him when you went to bathe.

"So, you survived, and how was he?" Madani smirks as you settle into the tub.

You can't stop the sly smile from spreading across your lips. "Thorough."

Karen laughs. "Yeah we kinda noticed you're late up, you never sleep in!"

You sigh softly, sinking into the hot water that was easing your sore muscles. "Oh you girls should get a piece for yourself, he sure knows how to treat a lady."

He had put your pleasure before everything else last night, and that was a rare thing in your line of work, especially from a drifter.

"Oh, believe us we've tried. I reckon all of the girls have been to his table. He was polite and all but he wasn't interested in any of us. Seems he only has eyes for you, sugar. How about that?"

You only raise a brow and carry on washing your hair, the gorgeous rose scent carrying in the steam of the baths.

Karen leans across nudging Madani. "Just look at her, she's smitten."

You throw your washcloth at them, splashing water everywhere. "Am not! It's just refreshin' to get a good customer once in a while."

Madani grins. "Oh you are sugar, you got them dreamy eyes, wonderin' if you're gonna see him again."

Karen cackles. "Yep, you get one good dick and you're already pickin' out your weddin' dress!"

"Quit it you two!"

You take half of your earnings to the bank that afternoon, the rest of it tucked securely in your garter to be deposited elsewhere. You never entirely trusted the banks to keep your nest egg safe. The church at the end of the street was quiet as usual, there were less and less god-fearing residents these days; it was more for decoration than worship.

"Father, it's just me!" You call as you walk down between the scruffy termite-ridden pews towards the altar. Reverend Murdock was arranging the bibles for Mass and lifted his head to flash you a smile.

"Haven't seen you here for some time, come to pray, confess, or make a deposit?"

Of all the people in this shithole of a town, it was perhaps surprising that the reverend understood you the most. He was a peculiar man in terms of the religion he supposedly practiced and preached. He didn't judge you harshly for your career path, and he always had an ear to lend whenever you needed it.

"It's the latter today, I'm actually getting close to having enough."

He chuckles, "and here I thought you'd drained the pocketbooks of all the men in this town! I kid, I'm happy to hear it although I'll miss you when you leave."

You retrieve your stashed bundle of notes and hand them to him as you embrace. "Well there's always fresh blood, father, and thank you, again.

"That's what I'm afraid of. Alright, I'll keep this safe for you. Will you be coming along tonight for prayer?"

You giggle. "I'm sorry father, I've been on my knees so much recently they're practically red raw, I don't think I can!" You slap him playfully on the arm and he chuckles along with you as you say your goodbyes.

"You know just how lucky you are, you mangy dog?" Billy was also grilling Frank on the previous night's activities.

"I do. You ain't gettin' anythin' outta me though. Gentleman never tells."

Billy just grins. "Gentleman… pah! Can see it already, one night Castle, and you're soft on her."

Frank shoots him a stony glare.

He holds his hands up in defense. "Don't blame you brother. You ready to go do this?"

The next night Frank appears with bloody knuckles and another thick stack of bills. He takes you apart on the bed. First with his fingers as your own hand curls around his cock and you pant into each other's mouths before you let him fuck you. Most men would take you from behind like you're only a hole for them, but not him. He lays you down, and you get a sense of just how big he is as he holds himself above you, his lips trailing tantalising kisses all over your skin before he enters you slowly. He treats you gently, he's making love to you, and it's not without a fiery passion. You wrap your legs around him tightly as you drag your nails lightly up his back at the unfiltered bliss you're experiencing.

"This okay, Miss? Goddamn y'feel fuckin' heavenly..."

You murmur your agreement. "Y'don't have to call me Miss anymore." you breathe. He rolls his hips deliciously, kissing up your neck and under your jaw as he moves like a wave.

"Mm, what should I be callin' you? Darlin'? Honey? Sweetheart?" He thrusts deeper with every term of endearment he suggests and you start to lose your mind.

"How 'bout just… my name?" And you whisper it to him, nipping gently at his earlobe.

"Such a pretty name, for a pretty girl." When it rolls off his tongue full of sin as he says it back to you, you're gone.

Afterwards, he uses your basin to clean up and starts reaching for his clothes and you make a decision.

"You got somewhere to be tonight Castle?" You ask, watching him pause at the question.

"Depends. Didn't think you'd want me to stay the night."

You pat the space on the mattress he's left beside you. "A girl can get lonely."

He hesitates for a mere moment before he climbs back in beside you. "Much rather be here than the boardin' house, that's for sure."

You smile and take his hand, your expression fading to concern as you kiss over his raw and bruised knuckles.

"Just business." He says in answer to your silent question.

"Not the fun kind." You offer.

He shakes his head and takes your hand in his with returning kisses. He wasn't going to tell you he bloodied his fists beating information out of someone, information that moved him ever closer to his revenge.

"You get the money alright?" He asks, changing the subject.

You nod. "It's more than I expected."

"Worth every penny." He looks down at your joined hands, his thumb passing mindlessly over your soft skin. "And uh, if you'll have me, I'll keep comin' as long as I'm around."

You find yourself stunned by his admission, yet another rarity to be asked if you wanted to see a man again. "You keep throwing all your money at me Frank, I'm gonna be outta here in no time."

"S'that right? You savin' up to escape?"

You nod.

"Know where you're gonna go?"

You don't normally talk about your plans with your customers, but for some reason you feel like you want to with Frank. "I dunno, just… somewhere else. Far away. It's been fun but I don't wanna be doin' this forever."

Frank nods and grabs the whiskey bottle, taking a slug. "So uh, s'that mean I might just be your last?"

You smile as you straddle him, stealing the drink from him. "Mm. You might just be, Frank."

You set the bottle down and idly trail random patterns over his bare chest with your fingers. "How long are you planning on staying?"

He gazes up at you, his expression suddenly solemn and hard and it makes you regret probing further.

"Until it's done." He simply says.

You're still half asleep and barely register when he kisses your cheek in the morning before he leaves. "Might be gone a couple days…" he whispers, but you only murmur softly as the bedroom door closes behind him.

He didn't bank on this, he was just following the trail of blood from town to town, and making a trail of his own as he tortured and despatched those that had wronged him in pursuit of vengeance. He thought it was so clear and simple, but now there was you. He had only meant to ease the weight of his task, to forget why he was doing this for a little while, to lose himself in a pretty girl.

Frank tightens the strap of the stirrups and pulls himself up into the saddle, checking his pistols are fully loaded before clicking his tongue and coaxing his horse onward.

You visit the church again to stash more of your savings. On the way the streets are rife with reports that there's been a massacre in the county and Reverend Murdock meets you at the door. "You hear the news? Bank got shot up in the next town, total carnage. Folks say there wasn't even money stolen, just the owners and the guards shot clean through the eye."

'What?" Your first thoughts go to Frank. You shouldn't have been surprised, you knew his reputation and it was clear he was in the area for a specific reason. You just hoped that if it turned out to be him that he did what he did for a damn good reason.

It's late and you're dozing as you're woken by a knock at your door. It's Josie.

"M'sorry to wake you love but it's the outlaw. Should I tell 'im to git? It's mighty late and frankly he's a mess but figured I should check with you first."

You could have just ignored him but something makes you pull on your robe and follow Josie downstairs. You thank her and open the door to find Frank leaning up against the frame. You already know the truth of what's happened. You can't see his face but you can tell he's injured.

"The bank?" You ask him.

He nods. "There's somethin' I wanna tell you, I know you don't owe me nothin' but…"

"C'mon," you beckon him in. "Leave your coat and shit down here."

You lead him through the empty bar up to the private bathroom and get the kettle from the range, sitting him down and taking a good look at him in the oil lamp light.

"M'fine." He protests, but you motion him to take off his dirty shirt and instantly spot an angry graze on his side. You grab a towel and wet it, dabbing the blood from the wound and making sure it's not deep. It's when you're in front of him that he finally speaks as you're cleaning a cut on his cheek.

"Few years back, a gang run by someone I owed money to broke into my home while I was outta town." Your eyes flick to meet his but you stay silent as you work, letting him continue.

"House wasn't empty though, my wife, my boy, my little girl were there…"

You sit back, feeling a coldness creep into the room.

"They uh, turned the place over lookin' for the money y'know, an' when they couldn't find none they killed them. Killed my family."

Your hand moves to cover your mouth in shock. You can't imagine what it would be like to face such horror. Your eyes brim with tears for both them and him. "Oh Frank! I- I'm so sorry."

He reaches for you, stroking the side of your face with a gentleness that used to contrast his demeanor. But not now.

"You don't gotta be sorry for me sweetheart. I've done my grievin'. Been searchin' for so long, tearin' up the world since then, and I finally found the fucker behind it all, and the fuckin' scum that worked under him, the ones that did it. Rotten to the fuckin' core, all of em."

"...and last night, you did it, they're dead aren't they, it's done?" You looked right at him, his gaze didn't waver.

"Yeah, It's done. My family, they can rest now." He sighs, saying those words out loud feels like a ten tonne weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

"Listen, they'll be lookin' for me, I gotta get outta here. I just- I guess I didn't wanna leave without sayin' goodbye."

You cup his face in your hands and lay a soft kiss on his lips. "Stay, rest. It ain't the kinda night to be riding off right now. You can set off at dawn."

He nods, conceding instantly. He's dog-tired from fighting, from riding, from thinking, but the thought of spending one last night in the haven of your bed was just what he needed.

You make sure he's fed and watered before you lead him to your room.

Frank promised himself that once this was over, once he had gotten closure, he'd allow himself a new life, one where there was peace. Maybe one day even happiness. As he curled his body around the warmth of your sleeping form he wondered if maybe you'd feature in it.

It was a stupid thought as you barely knew each other but maybe you knew enough. But either way he couldn't stop his dumb mouth from moving.

"Sweetheart," he calls into your skin. "I was thinkin'..."

You stir, turning in his arms and blinking open your eyes. He looks different, the darkness is gone. "Yeah Frank?"

"Know you were thinkin' o' leaving this place. Thought that maybe-"

You finish his sentence before he can. "I could go with you?"

He tucks a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. "Only if y'wanna. I know you're a strong woman, but the world's a dangerous place, an' I'd feel better knowin' that you're safe, least until you find somewhere y'wanna be."

"You'd protect me?" You ask, enjoying the way he suddenly turns bashful when you're looking at him the way you are, like he's offering up something that he's kept locked away for a long while.

"Would do my damned best. And, y'know, although he's good company, Billy ain't as pretty as you."

You smile at his charms and it coaxes one from him too. He pulls you closer, kissing you as he rolls you on top and you're careful to avoid his injury as you place your knees on either side of his hips. His hands run up your back, pulling your nightdress up and off over your head.

"Beautiful." He murmurs as he guides you back down to him, his lips laying sweet kisses along your neck.

"C'mere Castle." Your purr, working his underwear off and releasing his thickening cock. You moan into mouth as he captures your lips again, grinding up against your bare pussy.

A whispered fuck leaves him as you grasp him in your hand, lining him up and lowering yourself slowly down on him. "Yeah, that's it darlin'," his eyes are full of adoration as he watches you, he can't stop running his hands over you, feeling the softness of your skin and furrowing his fingers in your hair as you take him.

"Think you'd be happy enough only havin' me in your bed from now on?" Frank asks you.

You try not to laugh, to give him the satisfaction of knowing that if every time was gonna be like this then yes, you couldn't ever ask for more.

"Think I just might get by, Castle." You smile before your mouth meets his, your hips moving fluidly as you ride him slow. His hands hold your hips, the rough pads of his thumbs stroking your skin and the combined sensations drawing a sweet moan from your throat. He can't help but join you, the thought that there might be room for a little real love in both of your lives is a welcome one.

You draw nearer your peak, your breath hushed and clipped as Frank commands your pleasure. His thumb dances over your clit, his eyes transfixed on your face as you unravel for him. Your sweet cunt pulses and flutters around his cock and he follows you into that euphoric state, spilling inside you with a freeing moan.

He holds you as you're laying on him, tangled in the sheets and each other.

"So where we headin' to first?"

He strokes your cheek and cocks his head. "S'that a yes?"

You kiss him on the bridge of his nose. You'd miss your girls, Josie, the reverend… but this was what you'd been waiting so long for.

"Yes, I'll come with you Castle."

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#outlaw frank castle x saloon girl reader #gunslinger AU #Punisher western AU #frank castle x female reader #frank castle angst #frank castle fluff #frank castle smut #gunslinger frank castle

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artsandstoriesandstuff · 4 months ago

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The pain of fixating on a character not on art fight that no one will be drawing until they get up there... :,)

Anyway. Crappy artist rendition of the two from earlier!

These are Walt Peters (or Pete Waters or. Idk.) and Bonnibel!

Walt is a detective from maybe the 20s-50s that, out of curiosity, powered on a time machine project from a high schooler and wound up in the 21st century. He's a cold -too cold, sometimes- and calculating guy. Over the course of the series he does learn to have a heart... but the emotions sometimes get in way of his work, in his opinion.

Bonnie (or Bo. Or Bon) is a seemingly ditzy woman from a big city that is one of the first people Walt comes across. However, as previously mentioned she may not be as stupid as she often comes across and this more intelligent side shows further in the series. She has a '60s aesthetic. While at the beginning it's unknown if she traveled from the past too, she may have a deeper connection to one of Walt's cases...

Walt meets Bonnibel at some sort of important building. I know that they become detective partners at some point but I don't know how yet. I do know that Walt is often fed up with Bon's work ethic, but doesn't necessarily hate her, and Bo just really likes working with him. Eventually the big important case shows up but it becomes really hard to work on due to Walt's newly developed feelings for Bonnie. (not specifically that the romance gets in the way! Also speaking of romance though I do ship them I don't think the romance is a main plot point this time. Sorry.)

Design tidbits!

Walt

Walt has arms. And hands! I just find it fun drawing him without 'em. When he's in his detective suit he has black gloves on, nothing fancy.

His coat is supposed to have 3 buttons on it.

His hat is also a taller rendition of the deerstalker (the Holmes hat... look it up!)

Unless he's at home or in a generally comfortable place, Walt doesn't tend to take off his coat. He will, though, add accessories such as a tie or a scarf if the situation calls for it. I always draw him with the hat though.

His face in always in shadow (probably even without the hat). One of his eyes is generally squinted at all times, and his eyes can become more or less stretched depending on the emotion (this means he has NO EYELIDS unless his eyes are fully closed. His eyes show the emotions, not the eyelids or brows.)

The smaller eye generally is the opposite of the direction he's facing. Not necessary if he's looking forward.

Bonnibel

Bonnie has big hair! It isn't overtly big like a beehive, but it isn't really flat like Bel's either.

Oh and freckles. I decided to add them to make her a little more distinct!

She tends to have jewelry on! Mostly bracelets and earrings, though. She doesn't tend to wear necklaces.

She also likes to switch out these jewelries!

She is a very expressive woman! (Close to Enid levels of expressive) Feel free to stretch her emotions more!

Fitting with her accessories she also likes to have many outfits! They're generally 60s too but she has a few modern items in there. (she's kinda like enid but a little psychotic wait what who said that

So why the heck do I include all this information? Well:

Currently I can't get a good laptop photo for the life of me and

I really really want someone to draw them on art fight

That's all I have of them for now. I'm still thinking of a name but I feel like this would work well as an adult swim and/or cartoon network thing, or a webcomic. Both?

Also as much as I want them to get along I feel like these two would have serious beef with the Robo Sleuths.

If you read all this please let me know what you think of them!!! :)

#art #sketch #story idea #artsstoryideas #character design #original series #detective #time travel #whimsical girls with horrible trauma my beloved #also should I spill the beans on what the deal is with Bonnie? Cuz I want to wait... but I also dont #text post #series development #detective series

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danielle-dna · 3 months ago

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23 - Failure

It is hard when we fail. It is even harder when everyone around us makes us even more aware of it. My entire life I felt like a failure. The biggest instigator for my feelings of inadequacy was my primary school teacher.

For some reason the woman hated my guts. Which was weird, imagine having something seriously against a seven year old girl who is half your size. She insulted my artworks, so I stopped painting and drawing. She said I'm too slow and awkward, so I stopped trying to be faster and better at sprinting. She said I'm too slow at math, because I can't calculate in my head without writing stuff down, so I accepted that I simply suck at math. I accepted the fact that I am a failure.

Until recently. No more whining or feeling sorry for myself. I discovered long time ago that if good things don't come to you, you need to find the good things, no matter how long it takes. That woman may have set me up for failure, but I am one spiteful bitch, so I refuse to to make her vision come true.

This kind of psychological conditioning leaves your social skills seriously underdeveloped but that didn't stop Simon from inviting me over to spend some time with his friends from the military. I was very nervous. At that point I have already turned twenty two, however, they were still at least seven years older than me.

"But, Simon, what will they think about us, especially our age gap?" I was pacing around the lounge, waiting for his friends to show up. "I'll make sure that not a single one of 'em say anything that upsets you, don't you worry love."

The dreaded knock on the door followed.

Enter three very handsome men. I was already familiar with the man with the mohawk, Soap, and I could swear the one with the beard and fishing hat was the same man with the stern look I saw when Simon took me shooting. I have never seen the third man, but he did seem very friendly and even closer to my age.

After a few awkward handshakes I learned that the stern man was in fact the captain of Simons' squad! No wonder he was so stern and focused on his work when I saw him. The younger man was called Kyle, but they all called him Gaz for some reason.

I also learned that they are all on the same team and Gaz is only five years older than me. That alone made me feel like a baby. Even their youngest was older than me. I did my damndest to look older today. Make up, high heels, more mature outfit consisting of a long skirt and black t shirt that covered everything, combined with some simple gold jewelry. I still felt too immature to be in the same room as them.

But then my biggest fear realised became true: they started talking about football.

#cod mw2 #ghost smut #simon ghost riley #simon riley smut #ghost mw2 #call of duty mw2 #ghost cod x oc #captain price #john soap mactavish #gaz garrick #gaz cod

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wolfdrawer · 6 months ago

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OK, have something for Torbek and Twig!! Allow me to ramble and then after all this, time for some drawings!!

Side note: There is still magic in this au, however i made it so it's very selective so yes, Twig is still a brownie, however she's not warlock. I would say more, the classes are not specific. So it's more soft magic system.

Torbek:

•Once a mayor of a town, racked with so much paranoia of the hobgoblins appearing and ruining his reputation, he goes off the deep end, taxing his citizens to the point of bankruptcy, fueling his own needs of drinking away the paranoia, and desperately finding out who he can trust. He went off the deep end, drinking and blacking out, becoming more and more paranoid to the point of accusing innocents of betrayal and sabotage, locking them away and violently (not torture more mad yelling and ramblings) hassling them to why they are betraying this town. One day, the towns people had enough and rioted, breaking into the mayor's office, stealing back their wealth and rescuing their family and friends. Backed into a corner, the mayor fled out of his window, grabbing his booze and going anywhere but his home. A shell of his former self, with only alcohol to comfort him and the hazy memories of where he came from.

•In this, he did have a wife but he scared her so badly, can't stand seeing him in such distress and violence, that she had to leave him and run away, leaving behind only the scarf she made for him. Yes, her name is Clementine and she is a moth lady because of a theory I have for Torbek's life in the regular Witchlight.

•He has no weapons per se and in this, he doesn't have witchlight powers or blood curses so his only defense is his feral growing nails and his alcohol bottles.

•He wears messy typical mayor clothing that is stained and ripped in too many ways. Typical hobo look but more put together. He's just traveling around being a menace...in the nicest way possible.

Twig:

•Bar maid that wishes for more in life while working long hours at the (Tavern Name pending). With her pet pig, they save their money to get out of the town they live in.

•Twig is her same chipper war crime self, but more restricted because she doesn't have many options. I would have to look up Brownie powers and other fae magic to fully explain.

•Pigtunia is no longer a familiar but she is a pet that is loyal and kind of follows Twig around when ready.

•Her weapons of choice are a work in progress because I want her to have some kind of hard hitting weapon, looking up blunt weapons now because Twig with a gun is hilarious, but also Twig just hitting people like their baseballs is also really funny...she can get one gun, as a treat and it'll be brutal.

•Her outfit when the boys first meet her is typical bar maid outfit, like you'd see in a tavern, not those kinds though. Her outfit change when she officially joins the crew, is a red cowboy hat that she sews mushroom spots into, because I want that motif, and the woman cowboy outfit, hard to explain again but the colors are from her dress in Witchlight.

And that's all for now!! Next up is drawings and I want to put in so much detail but at the same time, I don't know how much will actually be described...Please enjoy!!

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #torbek #twig #kremy lecroux #gideon coal #morning frost #gricko grimgrin #hootsie grimgrin #cowboy au #Woohoo!#now for the drawing process

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symphonic-scream · 1 year ago

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I can't help it I'm giving y'all more of the heroes au

Makoto and Haru study at the same school! Makoto is a very studious law student, glasses, collared shirts and crew neck sweaters, the full nerdy look. Haru is a business major, appears to be all kindness and smiles, wearing bright colours and fluffy clothes

Queen is a total punk. Loud, follows her truth, doesn't back down. Her main suit is dark blue, based on her dad's old one from his time as a Prime Age hero (spandex, bleh). To modernize it and give it a spin more towards her tastes, she wears big, spiked combat boots, dark sliced up jeans, double studded belts, fingerless gloves, a choker, and of course, a leather jacket. Her mask is metal and the top is spiked upwards like a crown. Her jacket has a lesbian flag patch on the front, near the breast pocket! She's known for being a lady-killer during interviews

Noire is teasing smiles, flirty words laced with distraction, slipping past through the night. Her signature is the dark hat she wears with the indigo feather. At each scene she visited as a vigilante, a perfumed feather would be left behind. The light pink collared shirt, the tall purple gloves, her indigo slacks and maroon boots, they all scream musketeer. Her purple lipstick is another icon of her appearance, under the standard black domino mask she wears.

(Queen becomes accustomed to trying to wipe said lipstick off of herself before reuniting with her team)

Makoto and Sae have a stilted relationship. Sae blames the Iron Will power for their father's death, and resents Makoto for "choosing it over her, just like dad"

Haru has a hideout! It's an attic above the barely used arts building at the University. Since it's more of an academics based school, no one really spends too long there. The garden on the roof above the attic gave Haru the perfect excuse to visit, however

Okay some power notes for everyone

Joker has his Wildcard deck. It's a 52 card deck of 52 different powers! He received them from a higher spirit (Lavenza) who chose him to be her chosen hero, bestowing unto him her deck of powers and. A companion. [psst that's Morgana]. The deck resides in a pocket dimension unless he calls upon it, and with practice he's able to pull just one card rather than the deck, making it easier to just draw his random power

Ryuji was struck by lightning. Yup that's it. Now he's like a walking static charge! His hair stands on end from his natural charge, and now (with practice) he can hold back from shocking people randomly. He finds it best to use a metal bat to channel his power

Ann is rather hot (pun intended!), thanks to her flames. It's an inherited power, it skipped a generation. Her grandfather was a hero back in Europe! Her pigtails end in flames when her power is active, and she can form flames in her hands, though she's working on mastering control over the temperature and shit

Yusuke is from the 1800's, he was frozen and thawed in this age and he's. Still a bit odd. His body temperature is always lower, and the frost tends to crawl from his touch

Futaba can speak with machines, like when she touches them she "hears" what they're all about. That's all I have to say she's a nerd. Her mom had the same thing lmao

The Niijima Iron Will is, well, manifesting strong metal around themselves. Makoto tends to pull forth metal fisticuffs, aka brass knuckles, for punches and shit, though she can also bring up personal shields and minor bits of armour

And Haru!! She has the classic Psychic stuff. Telekinesis and all that. An unofficial power of hers is being really good at flustering miss Queen wink wink

TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS I WANT TO TALK ABOUT TJIS PLEASE

#persona 5 hero au #persona 5 au #makoharu #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #p5 joker #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa

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snootlestheangel · 10 months ago

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This isn't going to be COD related, it's an Overwatch rant like thingy so feel free to ignore, I just needed to put this down somewhere to organize my thoughts

So next season is going to have a mythic for a support. At least I'm assuming based on how they've been doing it. There's 3 DPS with mythic skins, 3 tanks now, and only 2 supports. I would assume they're gonna do another support mythic next

Anyways!

I've been dreaming about a Mercy mythic so here's my idea. It has the possibility of being the most customizable mythic skin if they do it right. But also the most ambitious mythic skin.

There will be some image references at the bottom of the post 😊

Nymph Mercy

In other words Water, Earth, Fire, and Air/Sky would be the main designs behind the skin.

The outfit of the skin I'm still not sure on what it could look like. Perhaps just some kind of dress type outfit that you would believe a Nymph would wear should they wear clothing. Like I have a partial image in my head but I can't convey it in words and unfortunately I cannot draw for shit so 🤷🏻‍♀️

The areas of customization would be Weapon (obviously), Wings, Hair, Halo (headpiece), and Color. Every Mercy skin has some variation of her hair and a headpiece of some sort: whether it is a typical Halo or some type of hat/horns/crown.

There would be 4 options of customization behind each area, which would all be based on the different Nymph types. For example, there would be a Water weapon choice that you could elect to pair with the Air Halo and the Earth wings.

I always feel like for mythic skins there's the base theme which inspired the customizations. For example, the Wing option to make them appear like a waterfall would work best for the blue color scheme, however would still look good in green, red, and white.

Just like other mythics, the color scheme selected would affect the weapon/wings/hair/headpiece but not the style. For example, on the Kiriko mythic skin, you can customize the crown and hair. The hair styles and crown styles stay the same based on the color, but the colors of the rope tying up her hair changes.

Weapon

The first choice would be the water weapon. Her caduceus would be made of sea glass and would appear to have water moving through it. The centerpiece would be an orb that resembles water and glows yellow when healing and a bright blue when damage boosting. The color of the sea glass and liquids would change based on color selection. The blue selection would resemble water; then you can have green sea glass and "water"; then red; then white/pearlescent.

Her pistol would appear similarly to the staff, with color affecting the color of her bullets. (She normally fires yellow bullets)

The "earth" weapon would appear to be made of vines and twigs, with flowers! Works best with green color scheme but still looks good with other selections. This is because the base would be a brown color that appears to be a branch. This will not be affected by color, but instead the thin vines wrapped around it and the flowers change color.

"Fire" weapon would be made of stones with a magma like substance visible between the rocks. The stones will go from a dark black in the red color scheme to a light gray in the white scheme, a semi dark gray in both blue and green.

The "air" weapon would be like clouds surrounding a lightning bolt. The clouds are always white but appear to glow with the color of the bolt, which changes based on color scheme. White scheme keeps a yellow bolt, but still fires white bullets (like she's shooting little clouds at you 😊).

Halo/Headpiece

The "water" headpiece is a silver halo that has droplets and water lillies. The droplet colors change based on color scheme.

Earth headpiece is a crown of a brown base with thin vines wrapped around and flowers. Thin vines and flowers change color based on scheme.

Fire headpiece is a stony helmet that has "flames" coming out the sides. The fire/magma changes color based on scheme.

Cloud headpiece is a glowing halo based on color scheme.

Hair

Water hair would be a long, blue black, flowy style that doesn't have any updo of sorts.

Earth hair is a dark brown that is tied back in a fancy braid.

Fire hair is short, choppy, and a very dark red color.

Cloud hair is very light colored hair (blonde, silver, or pearlescent) that is tied in an updo around her head so it appears short and puffy.

Wings

Wings are designed similarly to her weapon.

Water wings appear like a waterfall

Earth wings have a dark base with vines.

Fire wings are stone with flames

Cloud wings are literally just glowing clouds (at this point)

And obviously color schemes are Blue, Green, Red, and White.

Not sure what the special voice lines would be but I honestly don't care. She could have no new special voice lines if this was her mythic and I wouldn't care.

Although now that I have this mental image stuck in my head, I know that no matter how good her actual mythic ends up being, I will still be a little disappointed. Cause this would be a fucking phenomenal, never to be topped, mythic skin

Also gonna go ahead and say if anyone that's good at art that wants to make this a reality, go right ahead. Just tag me/credit me for the inspiration.

Image references for how the customization appears/how it affects hair styles and headpieces as seen in Kiriko's mythic

#mercy overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch skin ideas #snootles overwatch moment #certified snootles moment

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inthemiddle0feverywhere · 6 months ago

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Okay don't cook me because I used ai because I literally cannot draw and I am too broke rn to pay for a commission.

But I created a Hazbin Hotel oc!

Meet Adeline! Or Adie for short. She's a slightly Appalachian gothic (and if I could draw she would be wearing a wide brimmed black bolero hat) witch that uses dark and black magic and came from Appalachia.

side note: I would have gone fully southern gothic and had her come from the deep south, but I didn't want anyone to think she did voodoo as it is an actual closed religion and not actually evil. I do however come from a long line of women from Germany who practice/ know Germanic witchcraft/ folk magic, and since Germans were some of the main settlers in Appalachia, if I were to write any fics with her I would pull from my own background a little (though I don't do dark magic lol). But I'm still pulling from your stereotypical Halloween spooky witch for her lore because it's a fake character for an animated show with made up characters so we can have fun with it.

As many of the characters resemble animals, she's a bat! And though she doesn't have wings in her sinner form, she can actually turn into a bat. Not actually a vampire but she did drink human bl00d during some of her rituals when she was alive, so I thought a bat would be the perfect animal for her.

She's not an overlord but no one owns her soul either. She's friends with Luci from when she was alive calling on him for favors and offering sacrifices as payment to him.

When she gets to Hell though she becomes besties with Alastor. She stays at the hotel too, though she probably can't be redeemed, she likes the idea and supports Charlie, Alastor and everyone's efforts. This may cause some tension when Charlie's dad does show up and Alastor finds out he and Adeline are also good friends.

Vox only focuses on Alastor but Val and Velvet HATE Adeline and often try to mess with her. They hate that no one's been able to make a deal with her for her soul but overlords do business with her anyway (she sells potions and poison's etc). They don't get far because she's pretty powerful herself.

She's powerful in spells, potion and poison making, necromancy, and can summon dead demons. I know in the show if you die in Hell, then you're dead-dead but a soul is energy and energy cannot be created or destroyed. So I hc that there's an even darker place where dead sinners and demons go. It's just a black, inky, Abyss. Where your soul isn't fully at rest it's a part of the darkness. And she can conjure them from there (again she doesn't own souls she just kinda borrows them when she needs to and then returns them to the Abyss)

During the final battle with heaven she would help by summoning an army of the dead.

Her powers look like black and purple smoke.

Rosie and Adeline are friends too. She's not a cannibal but having drank bl00d when she was alive she is welcome in Cannibal Town and often buys bones from Rosie's emporium for her rituals. (If anyone whose never watched Hazbin Hotel reads this they're gonna be like what the ever loving fucking demented shit is this HAHA)

She can be a healer too

or your worst nightmare.

#Hazbin Hotel #oc #oc art #ai generated #ai generated art #hazbin hotel oc #Hazbin oc #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #oc hazbin hotel #Hazbin Hotel Adeline #hazbin hotel x oc #oc adeline #hazbin hotel oc adeline

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isleofdarkness · 1 year ago

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Black Magick ch7 p2/3

Warnings; swearing, a lot of magical nonsense, a lot of infodumping, medical stuff

For a second, Ben seriously thought he saw Destiny of the Endless standing on the other side of the barrier.

It took a long time for him to notice the differences between the first of three people and the oldest Endless, but he found them. The person he was looking at wore a cloak, not a robe, that was a few shades darker than Destiny wore. While they were tall, they were a few inches shorter than Destiny and quite a bit wider, with broad shoulders and thick muscle. While this person was blindfolded, their blindfold was black, not white. There was a wide scar across their face, so deep it disfigured their nose. While they were pale, they weren't the same ethereal grey as the oldest Endless. Still, something about the way they stood masked the differences. Something made him feel like he was looking at the real Destiny, not someone dressing like him.

For a long second, Ben thought the woman from earlier was Destiny of the Endless. The smirk on her blue-tinted lips told him she knew exactly what she was doing.

The other two people were black. One, the tall, ballerina-thin man with the tall hat, was easily identified as Doctor Facilier, but he didn't know about the other one. While Facilier was tall, she was short. Her build was delicate, almost dainty when compared to the powerful build of the mystery woman, and her black hair was in long microbraids. However, her long, broad nose, sharp, dark eyes, and wide mouth with full lips looked exactly like Facilier's. Looking between the two, Ben couldn't deny that they looked as though they could be siblings. Maybe even twins.

As they slowed, the woman (M?) held out a hand in a clear 'stop' gesture and turned on her heel, spreading her arms out ever so slightly so that her palms faced the ground. As they all watched, eyes wide, the ground began to rise. M moved her hands as though guiding it, raising the growing wall higher and higher, until it made a small cave just beyond the gate. She turned back around and, after a nod from Facilier (how had she even seen it?) nodded to the small woman.

They weren't done showing off quite yet.

The small woman planted her feet and squared her shoulders, tensing as though expecting an attack. She paused for only a moment, taking a deep breath. She reached out with one hand and the barrier flashed, the magic fighting as she drove some invisible force through it. Ben watched, slack-jawed, as a hole formed in the barrier and started to grow.

"That's not possible," he whispered, watching the woman urge the hole to get wider and wider. "There's no magic on the Isle."

"It's not magic," Charles Xavier said, sounding just as stunned as Ben felt. "She's a mutant. All three of them are."

"Y'know," Mal nodded. "That makes a lot of sense."

That made absolutely no sense.

As the hole got wider, Ben saw something golden flying through the air. M had her arms out and seemed to be pulling it towards her, drawing it in until it gathered around her hands and seemed to sink into her skin. She seemed to be shaking from the effort, her teeth bared and her muscles tensed, but Ben couldn't figure out what she was doing.

"Since fucking when?!" Mal snapped, shooting to her feet. "Since fucking when has this bitch been able to drain magic from the barrier? Since when has Anaïca been able to poke a hole in the barrier? What the fuck did we miss?!"

"She's doing what?" Ben whipped to face Mal, who was glaring at M like the Destiny impersonator owed her money. "What do you mean she's drawing magic from the barrier?"

"I can't be sure," Mal admitted, "Riah would know. But it looks like she's drawing magic out of the barrier and putting it back out, like she's trying to extend the barrier into that cave so that the magic doesn't make it to the Isle. That's what most of that gold is, she's absorbing the magic from our side so it can't get to her side."

"She can do that?"

Mal threw her hands up and sat down with a huff. "Always something new with the fucking maverick. She's always gotta have some fun new trick up her sleeve."

Facilier finally came into play when the hole was big enough for the van to get through. The black woman, Anaïca, reached out to the van and started drawing it forward. Facilier met them right at the edge of solid ground, putting his hands on the hood. His eyes changed, going from deep purple to some kind of yellow-green with cats-eye pupils, and he gave them a reassuring smile as he walked backwards.

The second the van passed through the mouth of the cave, the world outside the windows changed.

The midday sun went out, replaced by some torchlit nighttime. The cave they'd been driving into vanished, replaced by an open courtyard in what appeared to be a cave. The two other people were replaced by at least a dozen. And those dozen people didn't look happy.

The back doors flew open to reveal a young woman maybe a year older than Ben with the same ghostly white skin, curly black hair, and bright red eyes as Riah. Her eyes, like Riah's, glowed in the darkness, casting her face in a red glow and making her thunderous expression that much more intimidating. She gave Ben a look as though she'd smelled something bad, and something about her made that look genuinely hurt.

This, Ben was willing to bet, was Mara.

They all shot to their feet, ready to help, but Mara huffed and waved her hand. Ben froze as thick metal chains appeared around his wrists and ankles, binding him to the seat. Mal swore and he looked to see the rest in a similar situation, bound in place by chains that hadn't been there a moment before.

"We've got this," Mara snapped. "Just sit down and let us do our jobs."

An absolutely massive Mongolian man- Shan Yu, Ben knew without even thinking about it- undid the belt holding Riah in the gurney and frowned at the breathing tube. A teenager around their age, a black boy with thick locs and a system of braces over his arms and shoulders, connecting him to his walker, nodded and the tube pulled out. Shan Yu took off the second Riah was free, most of the crowd going with him.

The black boy tilted his head, levitating the ventilator to hover in front of him. "So it's some kind of breathing machine, right? And the tube was pushing the air into his lungs?"

Hank McCoy, despite his shock, managed to answer. "Yes, that's exactly it."

"Wicked," the boy gave them a hopeful look. "Hey, can I take this apart and put it back together so I can figure out how it works? That way I'll be able to make some for us here."

None of them had the chance to answer before Mara spoke. "Of course you can, Chaos. If they have a problem with you doing something to save lives," she levelled a glare directly into Ben's soul, "They can take it up with me. Now, you all best behave. Hospitals aren't a good place for nonsense." She waved her gloved hand and the chains vanished as suddenly as they'd appeared. "C'mon, let's go inside."

Ben had no idea so many people even knew Riah existed.

There was his older sister, Mara, standing facing the doors in a relaxed attention stance, feet shoulder-width apart and hands behind her back, and his younger sibling, Molly, who had come in with the imperious Lady Tremaine and who had the exact same white skin, black curls, and glowing red eyes as Riah and Mara. Like Riah, Molly wasn't content to stay in one place. The seven-year-old was always moving, always examining something, though co examined with cos hands, not cos eyes. As Ben watched cos make cos way around the room, chattering on to everyone and examining everything cos could reach, it became clear that, despite cos bright red eyes without any cloudiness, that co was blind. Was there something about Riah's blindness that was genetic? Claudine had explained it as being a result of him being premature, but if Mara and Molly were also blind- unless all three of them had been premature, but the chances of that would be like getting struck by lightning three times.

He could see Riah in both of them. Mara carried herself the same way, with a subtle control that reminded Ben of a dancer, as though she knew her body and was confident that it would do as she said. The three had the same soft-looking black corkscrews, the same glowing ruby eyes that seemed slightly too big for their faces, the same pure-white skin, the same thin, grey lips, small, upturned nose, thick eyelashes, and pointed ears. Mara and Molly, like Riah, had a myopathic gait and kind of bobbed side to side while walking. Ben had always thought it had been because of his bad leg and cane, but maybe it was something genetic. In fact, Mara had the strangest gait- she seemed to walk with her hips, as if none of the joints in her legs worked. When she stepped, she shifted her entire body, turning slightly. Ben couldn't really describe it- it was as if she was trying to walk without moving her legs. Like Riah, they had a tendency to follow their ears more than their eyes. If Mara turned to investigate a noise someone made, she turned only enough to point one of her ears in that direction (unlike Riah, she had hearing aids, making him wonder if she was deaf as well.) Their eyes didn't focus and were slow to track something, though Molly was more noticeable than Riah or Mara. There was no doubt the two were related to Riah.

The longer he watched Mara and Molly, the more obvious it became that they were very closely related to the mystery woman. They didn't look similar beyond the same pointed ears and crooked smile- M was tall and broad where Mara and Molly were short and slim, her tight corkscrews were an electric turquoise instead of raven black, her eyes were sharper and the same shade as her hair instead of glowing ruby, her nose had clearly once been far more prominent than Mara and Molly's flat ones, her mouth was wider and lips fuller, and her jaw was far more prominent and angular- but they carried themselves in the same way, acted with the same attitude. As if they were the most powerful person in any room they entered.

The black boy, Chaos, had been joined by a girl who could have only been his twin. They both had the same dark, flawless skin, the same dark eyes (though hers were hidden behind dark sunglasses,) the same wide mouth, full lips, round jaw, dimples, and the same black hair in thick dreadlocks. She'd helped him to a seat the second he'd used some kind of telekinesis to unstrap the braces that seemed necessary to keep him standing. He was shaky, unstable, and didn't seem to be able to put his weight on any of his limbs. The girl, whom Mal called Agony, had a metal arm and a curved prosthetic leg, a running leg. The two of them, eventually joined by Facilier and that Anaïca woman, spent a good fifteen minutes disassembling the ventilator and figuring out how to make it. He didn't understand why they needed to. The hospital had been left fully stocked and it got plenty of supplies, so why did they need to learn how to make a ventilator? Shouldn't they already have some?

There was a boy Evie had introduced as Malcolm, who had bounded into the room and hurdled a row of seats to hug her as hard as he possibly could. It was hard to believe he was related to Riah, Mara, and Molly- if not for the crooked grin and the fact that he introduced himself as Malcolm Darhk, Ben wouldn't have believed it. Malcolm's skin was a warm, medium brown with plenty of freckles, his nose prominent and broad, his lips full and always seeming ready to grin. He had midnight-blue eyes, so dark they were nearly black, and a shoulder-length mop of what had to be hundreds of microbraids in the same colour. He was expressive, loud, and happy, so unlike the other Isle kids that it was kind of jarring. When Ben thought back to the process of choosing six Isle kids, he remembered a Malcolm Mim. A boy their age who had been offered the chance to come to Auradon but rejected it. Unlike the others who'd rejected, Malcolm had never provided an explanation. Maybe Ben would be able to ask him later.

There was another black woman, the crown of glowing flowers in her curly hair helping him recognize her as Persephone, who had bought with her a dog so huge and so furry that Ben genuinely thought it was some kind of lion. The dog was absolutely massive, probably weighed more than Ben, with a thick mane of fur that resembled a bear-lion hybrid in style and a rottweiler in color. This, Persephone explained, was Riah's service dog, Lydia. She wasn't friendly, acting like they weren't there until they got too close, at which point she moved away from them, but she never growled or tried to warn them away from her. Persephone gladly gave Ben the long, long list of things Lydia was trained to do- alert for Riah's heart and lungs, retrieve any of his medical equipment (which was another very long list,) calm him down, help him ground himself, alert her or Hades to any number of issues, help Riah move, open and close just about anything, help him up and down the stairs, remove him from stressful situations, alert to seizures, get help during a seizure, make Riah feel safe- the list went on and on. If nothing else, Ben had to be impressed that Riah and Hades, with no professional dog-training experience, managed to train a dog to do so many different things. Lydia could even sniff for bombs and decomposing bodies. They had taught her that for fun.

Four adults and two near-toddlers were sitting in one of the corners, all of them focused on a bundle of blankets Ben assumed was a third baby. The woman holding the bundle, like the other three, was only a few years older than Ben, probably just an older Isle kid, with a runner's build, pale skin, white hair, and bright blue eyes. The longer Ben looked at her, the more she looked like Anxelin Fitzherbert. They had the same long, narrow nose, the same small mouth with thin lips, the same shape to their eyes and jaws. Of course, this woman was a bit wider, more muscular, and far more scarred. The other woman was slightly taller than the first and built more like a strongman, all long, scarred limbs coated in a thick layer of muscle. Her black hair was in braids with multicolored glass beads at the ends, her edges gelled into a wave pattern around her teak face. She had a strong, hooked nose, a wide mouth with full lips, and her eyes were a quicksilver colour that seemed to flow and glitter like liquid. The exact same eyes Captain Hook had.

The two men were both mixed race. The taller of the two had brown skin, shaggy black hair, and intelligent black eyes. Like Evie, he kept his posture perfect and seemed to make sure he was controlling everything he did, as though he'd been court-trained. The other man was the opposite. He had the same white-and-black hair as Carlos, silk-pressed into a perfect undercut. His skin was darker than Carlos's but he had the same freckles, the same long, broad nose, the same full lips, the same brown eyes. Unlike the other man, he had poor posture and an uncaring way to his movement. His clothes, all black and leather with silver chains, studs, and safety pins, looked like they would be at home on the stage of a dingy rock club. He had black tattoos, the beginning of a design on his back just barely visible over the neckline of his shirt and wings wrapping around his neck. While the first one looked as though he was ready to take his seat at a council meeting, the second looked ready to grab a guitar and play a rock song on a stage.

Ben had been told Riah was a secret. How could someone be a secret when so many people seemed to know about him?

"So," Molly turned cos attention to Ben, grinning. "Are you Riah's boyfriend?"

The question completely blindsided him. He barely had time to fully register it before Mara turned to face them. "No, he isn't." The look she gave Ben was so disgusted and suspicious that it felt like a blow. Somehow, Isle kids were good at making him feel small. "I don't care who you think you are, sweetheart, you've got at least two dozen people waiting to give you a shovel talk before you can even consider possibly asking my brother out. Are we clear?" Her eyes flashed dangerously. "Cause if you're thinking of dating my brother without permission, trust me, there is no way you will ever get far enough to be safe from me. I swear to you, Benny Baby, if you so much as think of touching one hair on my brother's head without my permission, I will destroy you. I will make it long, I will make it agonizing, and I will do it no matter how safe you think you are from me. There is not enough salt on Earth to protect your scrawny ass from my wrath. Are. We. Clear?"

He was being threatened. He was being threatened by Riah's sister, who was blind, deaf, nearly a full foot shorter, and absolutely tiny. And she was somehow managing to intimidate him. Something about Mara Mim, despite her obvious disabilities and tiny size, made Ben think she was dangerous in a way that he couldn't protect himself against. "You can't control what Riah chooses. If he asks for my hand, I don't see why I should reject him just because of you."

He had a death wish.

"Oh, don't you?" Mara's eyebrow arched. "Listen here, buddy; I swore to do everything in my power to keep my little brother safe from anyone who might hurt him and if that includes you, don't think I will hesitate one motherfucking second to flay your scrawny ass on a molecular level. Believe me, it's well within my ability no matter how far away you are or how protected you think you are. 'Rick might be big on the natural order and not killing people before they're supposed to die, but I'm not. I don't care what The Book says about when you're supposed to die, times are changing and The Book gets rewritten all the time thanks to your dad. Your early death won't do to reality what Riah's would and to be honest, honey, I wouldn't care if it did. If it means fucking the natural order of everything over, I will kill you. I trained under John motherfucking Constantine for fifteen years, don't think for one second that I'm incapable of protecting my brother from you-"

In all honesty, Ben stopped listening to her at that point. Not out of disrespect, but because something was happening to her face as she spoke. Her face was changing.

He watched, eyes wide, as a scar appeared from under the high neckline of Mara's shirt and started creeping upward, up her jaw, up the side of her head, and across her face. It looked like some kind of burn, a severe one. It disfigured her left ear, barely missed her changing eyes. Her lips, still swearing and threatening him as if she had no idea what was happening, were strange, as though they'd been melted together and cut back apart. He could see cloudiness in her eyes- not as though she had cataracts, but her pupils were a foggy grey instead of black, and her eyes unfocused in a way that instantly marked her as blind. The structure of her fact changed, too. Her eyes slanted, the skin around them becoming slightly puffy, epicanthal folds appearing at the corners. Her chin shrank, her mouth widened, and a scar Ben recognized as being from surgery to correct a cleft lip appeared. And she didn't notice any of it. As it happened, she kept threatening him.

It was Malcolm who finally said something, sounding completely undisturbed. "Mara-" she snarled at him, not happy being interrupted, but he ignored her. "Your Mark is showing."

"What?!" She stripped off her left glove and felt at her face with a heavily-scarred hand, letting Ben see that the topmost joint of her middle finger had been cut off, making it the same length as the two next to it. "Oh fuck- deep breath, deep breath-" she took a deep breath in, pulling her shoulders back. As she cooled off, the scar started to retract, fixing itself.

But, just before it vanished under her collar, she seemed to realize something. It stopped.

"Actually, y'know what? No. You need to see this- you all do. In fact-" she stripped off her other glove and shrugged out of her jacket as the scar started creeping up over her face again. She reached behind her neck, then to the back of the bottom of her shirt, unbuttoning it, then pulled it apart down the back. Ben was too startled to feel embarassed as she pulled the turtleneck off the rest of the way, leaving her in only a black bra. The scar stretched all over her torso, vanishing under the black leather of what seemed to be the start of a brace that supported her torso up to her diaphragm and went down under her thick jeans, and covered almost her entire right arm and all of her left arm. It seemed deepest over her heart, as though the burn had started there and spread out in a circular way, but Ben couldn't think of how she could get scarred like that. She gave them a chilling grin, melted lips pulling back over her sharpened, black-lined teeth, and spread out her arms. "Well, what'd'ya think?"

"I... like your tattoos." It seemed the most diplomatic answer, and she did have some really nice tattoos. Lyrics covered her arms, some of which Ben recognized as coming from songs that had gotten bands sentences to the Isle, and went down the middle of her chest. The words "You're welcome you son of a bitch" were written in black caligraphy over the center of her scar. The words "I was twelve" were written over three small puncture scars across her stomach, though Ben didn't know what that meant. She had a lot of truly impressive ink.

Her grin widened. "Oh, do you? Yeah, I had to get most of them redone after I flayed myself on a cellular level at the age of fifteen. You wanna know why I was flayed on a cellular level?" He wasn't sure he did, but she was clearly going to tell him anyway. "I fought Azazoth. I fucking won against Azazoth. You know who Azazoth is, Benny Boy?" How did they keep coming up with those? She leaned close, tilting her chin up so she could look him in the eye. "Azazoth is the most powerful of the pre-existentials, beings of power beyond your comprehension. He started to wake twenty-ish years ago, during the Great Awakening. If your dad had been smart and listened to Destiny of the fucking Endless, He would've gone back to sleep. But He didn't because your dad did everything he wasn't supposed to do. And then, two years ago, one of the children suffering on this miserable hellhole, trying to avoid another lobotomy by his own fucking father, reached too far. He reached into the Void and They followed him back. You know what Cthulhu is?" Ben nodded. "He's small fish compared to what these things were. They reached onto the Isle from the shadows, whispering to us, trying to draw us in so They could enter our world. That boy woke Azazoth completely and in His curiosity, He opened doors so that all of the Others could reach for us and try to tempt us to make a Deal."

Nothing she was saying was making much sense to him, but he was getting the general idea. And gods, what a horrifying general idea it was.

"That was one of the few times we worked with the adults. Me, the Facilier twins, Maverick, Mordred, Hades, Maleficent, Chernabog, the Exiled Gods, I even let my dad out of his interdimensional prison so he could help. But it wasn't enough. We needed more than just a few kids. We needed Destruction." Pardon? Mara's grin got wider still. "But all we had was me, and I was fifteen. I wasn't meant to step into my full power yet, but I needed to. So Mav' and Grandma Gert forced the rules to bend, overrode Destiny, and let me step into my power a year early. I went into the Void to shut shit down. I used my full power and I bound motherfucking Azazoth to save the world. The effort and power required nearly destroyed my mortal form. It made my organs start to degrade, started flaying my skin on a cellular level. And it was agonizing. But I did it so the world wouldn't end. You're welcome, by the way.

"And then Grandma Gert came into the Void and bought me back home. I couldn't die, Benny Boy. My death would fuck the natural order even worse than Riah's because I'm supposed to die fourth, not first. I was rushed to the hospital and Shan Yu tried to reverse the damage, but it couldn't be undone. So you know what Maverick did?" He didn't even know who Maverick was. "She shapeshifted to become me on a full DNA level. And then they ripped her open and started replacing all of my organs with hers. My spinal cord, too. They replaced every organ in my body- yeah, that includes my brain. Mordred made me a new brain and somehow that fucking worked. Maverick and Mordred together managed to regrow my skin so that I wouldn't continue to bleed out, but the scar can't be removed." Her hand went up to her cheek again, this time with pride. "This is my Mark. It's dramatic, I know, but so is what I did. A Mark from where I forced myself into my power early, from where I fought Azazoth and won."

"That's incredible." And he meant it. If what she said was true, and he had no real reason to doubt her, she deserved a medal. No, she deserved to be in a high-ranking position. Hell, he'd readily welcome her as one of his advisors. "Thank you. I know it's not much and very late, but thank you for your service."

She stepped back, stunned. "Wait, really?"

"Yes, really." He gave her his most genuine smile. "I've no reason to doubt you and if you say you did it, I believe you. And I thank you because you made a tremendous sacrifice while prepared to make the ultimate one for so many people. You saved so many lives- I don't doubt you saved all of us in Auradon, too, and we never even knew it. Thank you."

Her mouth opened, then closed, then she seemed to shake off her shock. "Alright, scratch that, you're no longer on my shit list."

"I appreciate that."

"But you're still on mine." Ben looked towards the doorway to see the woman from earlier, still wearing the cloak, though the hood was down and her blindfold was gone. While her eyes didn't glow like Mara's, the black bar tattooed across her face gave the same effect. Next to her, in a wheelchair Ben knew was popular among ALS patients, sat a man a few years older than Ben with pale skin, midnight blue eyes, and shaggy hair in the same colour. A little boy, maybe eleven years old, with electric blue hair and strange, green-yellow eyes, was hidden halfway behind the woman.

The woman did not look happy.

"In fact, King Benjamin," she spit out the title like it was a cuss word. "If this situation continues, if I have to bring my brother back here in a life-threatening medical emergency one more time, you won't just be on my shit list. You'll be on my hit list." She raised an eyebrow. "We clear?"

Ben nodded. It was the most diplomatic option available.

"Usually I'd say 'I'd be surprised if you haven't figured it out yet,' but, because I know your father, I know he never warned you about me." Riah's crooked grin flashed across her face. "My name is Maverick Mim. Most call me Rick, Ricky, or Mav. Since you're so firmly on my shit list, Ben-" Like Mara had, Maverick started changing. Her skin, already pale, became a sickly grey. Her build slimmed and she got taller. Her face turned into something else entirely- her scarred nose becoming long, straight, and narrow, her face lengthening. The hood of her cloak, now turning into a robe, went over her head and bandages appeared out from under it, wrapping around her eyes. Just to drive home her point, a thick, grey tome appeared in her hand, dark chains binding it to her left wrist.

Suddenly, Destiny of the Endless stood in front of him.

"You will call me Destiny." The same crooked grin flashed across his face and the illusion melted away until Maverick stood in front of him again, looking both smug and like she expected him to understand what she'd done. When she saw only confusion, she sighed in exasperation. "This one's not very bright."

"Forget about Ben," Claudine snapped, finally acting on everyone's anxiety. "Is Riah okay?"

Maverick gave Claudine an impressed look, nodding as if to say 'I like this one,' before clapping her hands together. "The life-saving surgery was successful," she finally said. The day had been so draining that Ben didn't even have it in himself to keep from falling into a chair with his relief. "The new lungs will buy him another few years before he needs them replaced and actually, if we could get him here for a lung replacement before he's actively dying, that would be great. We also managed to catch his glaucoma coming back before it could cause an issue. Get him seeing an eye doctor every three months to make sure we can continue to catch that in time, I can pay for that. But if his glaucoma comes back, bring him here. That is not a request and if I find out you idiots did eye surgery on him, I'm killing you."

Hank McCoy frowned, tilting his head. "Do you have a more effective method?"

"Yeah, actually, we do." Maverick glanced down, giving the man in the wheelchair a proud smile. "Mordred here perfected a treatment. The eye surgery you have over there can only be done twice before you risk permanent damage. Mordred can open a hole in the eye naturally, meaning fae move the cells to create a hole, drain the excess fluid, and close the hole back up so efficiently it'll be as though there was never a hole at all. Meaning we can do it as many times as necessary."

"Fascinating," McCoy whispered.

"Mordred also took care of the broken bones and excuse me, but why the absolute fuck did my brother have seventeen fucking breaks?" She glared right at Ben. "I can excuse the ones in his femur but do you wanna tell me how he broke his collarbone? And how he broke his pelvis?"

"He broke what?" Ben asked, a bolt of shock running through him. There was no way he could have heard her right.

"His right collarbone and his pelvis," Maverick repeated. "They're both brand new breaks so you wanna tell me how he broke those?"

"He fell down the stairs today," Claudine whispered. Ben had heard a bit about that, but how could Riah have walked anywhere, especially without his cane, with a broken collarbone and pelvis? "Thirty stairs, stone, and then he hit his head on a chair."

The room erupted.

Maverick's palm slapped into her forehead hard enough to concuss a donkey. Mordred repeated "Thirty stairs?!" in a voice so high it was practically a falsetto. Chaos shared a similar sentiment of "Excuse me, thirty stone stairs? Why the hell-" Agony let out a long string of French swears so vile they made Ben's face heat. Facilier shot out of his seat to slam his head against the wall. Malcolm gestured wildly, apparently at a loss for words. Even Persephone lost it, letting out a quiet string of what Ben assumed were Greek curse words.

It took a very long time for everyone to calm down. Maverick gripped the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "And why was Riah walking down thirty stone stairs?"

"That's the only way for him to get down from the dorms," Mal said, all too eager to point out what must have been pissing her off for a while. "He had to go to class today and class always means he walks down thirty stone stairs."

"He uses a cane!" Mordred protested, eyes wide with horror.

"And he's gotta have chronic pain," Chaos added. "If anything I'm surprised it's taken this long for him to fall- Someone get my chair from my lab. I insist he take it with him to Auradon."

"If he fell down the stairs," Mara said, eyes tight with sudden worry, "We need to get Lydia here. Why the hell did none of your dolts tell me he fell down the stairs?" She gave them an accusing look. "Do you know how serious internal bleeding can be for us? Even an internal bruise can be life-threatening- oh, wait." She glared at Ben. "You wouldn't know, because you didn't ask for his medical records!"

"Know what?" It sounded as though Riah had haemophilia, but if he wasn't male, that wasn't medically possible. And if Mara had the same thing, as she was implying, then it definitely couldn't be haemophilia.

"All four of us have von Willebrand, I think you call it over there. It's basically diet haemophilia." Ben opened his mouth, trying to ask why they hadn't been made aware Riah had a bleeding disorder, but Mara cut him off. "No one fucking asked, Benny Boy. Hades knows damn well I have all of Riah's personal medical info- if he'd been asked or if he'd even been given half a second to get a word in, he would've directed your men to me and I would have given you literally nearly two dozen very thick books. Honestly, I'm surprised it's taken this damn long for him to have a life-threatening medical emergency considering how little you know about him, his physiology, or anything about our species and the fact that, for whatever reason, the four of us have an extremely high-" she cut herself off, rubbing her temples. "Mav, I need the books. There's seven stacks of copies in my bunker, I just need one stack."

Ben wasn't sure what he was expecting Maverick to conjure, but it certainly wasn't the stack of twenty books that were thick enough to match Mara's height. Mara ran her fingers over the spines. "These are everything you need to know and more. These-" she grabbed two volumes and slammed them on the waiting room table "Are Mary's personal medical history. And these-" she slammed the thickest three next to them "Are my personal medical history, right up to the surgery I had two days ago to continue to fix my legs. These-" four books "Are Molly's personal medical history. And these-" another four books, these ones thicker, "Are Riah's personal medical history. But these aren't all you need to know. These-" five books, "Are all of the findings of a complete test of our genetics, chromosomes, physiology, and anything else I could think of. These were tested between me and Mary twice, once before blood turned thirteen and once after. Molly's-" she held up the top two books "Are a bit different because co's young, but evidence suggests they'll change once co hits thirteen. There's a bit of variance between all of us, but it's all covered in these."

"We've also got tissue samples for you guys to bring back in case Riah needs a blood transfusion or something, but we want you to bring him here if he needs an organ transplant because his immune system isn't great," Mordred said. "I can close the surgical wounds back up and accelerate healing so that there are fewer risks in recovery."

Maverick waved at the two to cut them off. "Yeah, we're sending plenty of presents back to Bore-adon, but can we hold off the lecture for a minute? Molly?" Molly hummed to acknowledge her. "I want you to go sit with Riah for a little bit and send Hades in here. I think he should be part of this conversation. Besides-" she cast a wary look towards the front doors, "I'd rather have Hades here and you with Riah. My little stunt caught Maleficent's attention. I want someone I have a mind link with in Riah's room and Hades here because he's good in a fight in a bigger room."

Molly nodded and unfolded a long black cane co had hanging from cos belt, swishing the tip back and forth across the floor as co left. Ben watched co leave, then looked back at Maverick. Her "stunt" hadn't been necessary. They could have opened the barrier without her magic show. "You know we could have just opened the barrier and driven here, right?"

The look Maverick gave him was so tired and annoyed that it nearly had Ben backtracking. She sighed and shook her head. "Benny Boy, you have no idea how much I could not have done that." With the way she was looking at him, Ben had to wonder if she'd ever been a teacher. He'd seen plenty of people get that exact look too many times to count. "Every time you open the barrier, you let magic onto the Isle. You do not want to know the hell that was unleashed after the barrier was broken twice. It was a 'Call Justice Olympian' situation." He didn't understand what that meant, but the way the others reacted to the news told him all he needed to know. "Maleficent's first stop was the hospital. Reduced to rubble. Grandma Gert repaired the damage, yeah, but lives were lost. Fifteen kids died and I had to get involved directly." They were assuming he knew way too much. The Isle kids seemed to understand, but he was pretty much lost. "So, I'm involved directly, the Exiled Gods are on Lost, Grandma Gert is involved directly, we had to get John Constantine involved- we even needed help from the outside just to keep a lid on things. And even then, just barely. Can you imagine, Beastie boy, what would happen if you let magic onto the Isle again? Who do you think Maleficent would use that power to target?" Ben's eyes went huge and Maverick nodded. "Riah. With me, Hades, Hara, and Polina occupied keeping Riah alive long enough for Mordred to work the thousands of veins and nerves and shit to put the new lungs in Riah's body, what do you think would happen? Doesn't matter how great all of these ones are at fighting, she has the numbers to get past them. And then she would come into the operating room and no matter what, we're screwed. If we lose our concentration, there goes Riah's life support because we don't have the machines to keep him alive. If Mordred loses faer concentration, Riah has no lungs or gods know what else. So Riah's going to die, and if I'm lucky, I have the chance to kill myself before he dies so that the natural order is preserved. But, Benny dear, Riah's not old enough to step into his full power. So now we've gotta fix that. And, Ben, even if we manage to keep that from being a debacle, there would be ten more who would need to die in a very specific order. That's supposed to happen several decades from now. So, barring literally all of the Endless coming down and breaking all their rules to set the future back on the right track, we're all screwed.

"So I had to do all that. I used two different powers at the same time, which I'm not supposed to do, to extend the barrier into that cave. And no, you can't just drive here because the roads are absolute shit and you think Maleficent would let you make it all the way here? What I did was the safest, easiest, and most covert way of getting you here in a timely manner barring Gonzalo leaving the Isle and you have no idea how monumentally fucked we would be because your dad would love an excuse. Hades-" she whipped around to face the doorway, where a middle-aged man with long, blue hair, glowing yellow eyes, and old punk clothes was leaning. He gave her a tired smile. "Thank the gods you're here. Can you take over educating this idiot because I am really close to breaking the rules."

"I've got this, kid." Maverick hissed at him and Hades chuckled, stepping into the room and sitting on the table instead of on any of the empty chairs.

He wasn't sure what he expected from Hades, but this wasn't it. This guy, despite his black clothes and general aesthetic, just had a reassuring presence. Maybe it was that the deepest lines on his face were from joy, or maybe it was the way he leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, and unintentionally made himself their height, but something about him just felt soothing. It was hard for Ben to explain. When fictional characters spoke of feeling safe and comforted by the presence of their fathers, he could imagine Hades being that kind of parent. Not just a father, but a dad.

He wasn't even Ben's parent, but Ben felt safe with him around.

"So, about Riah's medical needs-"

How could anyone have so many issues?

Hades and Mara managed to stretch their lecture for at least three hours and there was still more to say. Hank McCoy was actually taking notes on their lecture and Ben, despite usually being good at remembering a lot of information, couldn't remember anything past the hour mark. There was so much information that Ben couldn't possibly remember it all. How had Riah survived in Auradon for so long when he wasn't getting any treatment? How had no one noticed his health was so poor?

The lecture wasn't anywhere near done when Mara winced. Mordred and Malcolm cringed. Even Maverick startled, tensing. All of their hands went to their heads as if they'd all been hit by a headache at the same time.

"What's going on?" Maverick asked calmly, putting her fingers to her temple. "I need everyone to slow down. Let me focus. Who is that?" There was a pause.

Then the four of them paled. "It's Molly."

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