#oh did you decide on winte or wante i dont remember LOL

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you have no idea how many times i had to re-read this, "Will and his friends are superheroes fighting Dante..."

i was mentally like J'EXCUSE? but then i got to dante falling for will and it made sense LOL.

Dante could see him from clear across the room, his skin glowing like the bronze plating of his machines in the light of the chandeliers overhead. His hair didn’t seem to want to stay down, fraying and twisting like golden strands of ivy, framing a pair of sapphire eyes. Most intriguing of all was his outfit; a dark, flowing dress, much more sophisticated than the ladies on the dance floor. The other guests stared at him, but not at all politely. Dante waved his guards back and made his way to this beautiful stranger.

bruh i adore everything about this. the prose. the rhythm. the visuals. WILL. and dante just all heart eyes. oh my goodness. i adore your style.

ITS ALSO really cool how will and gazali are working together, AGAINST DANTE. sorry - the whole concept just pulls me in with tension lol.

and this is so fucking funny lol. dante just getting between the heroes, UNAWARE, just like "this guy bothering you, pretty boy?" gazali so CONFUSED LMAO.

For a man who unleashed his mechanical minions onto the town on a regular basis, he spoke like a prince. Will felt his face heat up as Dante chuckled.

Will initially falls for Dante because he accepted him!!! but then Dante just pulling down all of his defenses BECAUSE THE BOY IS PRETTY!!!!

BUT. DANTE WAS STILL THE NICEST PERSON HE MET ALL DAY.

yeah - yeah i like this already LMAO.

ill just be here on team winte - waiting for them to join sides, and watch the world burn so they can be happy in a world that accepts them, with the person that loves them the most.

OH MAN I WAS HOPING DANTE WOULD TAKE WILL AFTER THAT BATTLE ASDHKFD

BUT HE BOUGHT HIM A DRESS!!! A BLACK ONE?? YES. YESSS. GOLDEN HAIR IN A BLACK DRESS WILL MATCH DANTE AND HIS GOLDEN EYES.

MATCHING VILLIAN/HERO DUO

He sighed and left the room, and Will held the letter close to his chest. Dangerous… but kind and charming, someone who knew what the town needed, even if he was going about it differently. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to play along, to trade out the fear of fighting in public for nights with a guy who had gone out of his way to mail a box to the heroes’ headquarters just so he could apologize.  Honestly, Will liked the sound of it.

I F YOU EVER WRITE ABOUT THEM MEETING AGAIN I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT CUZ THEYRE SO PRECIOUS TOGETHER ALREADY. this is a dark!will.... a dark will that i've been craving....

i love this so much omg

Super Villain AU

So @bloodlessheirbyjacques I'm in love with your Senator AU for Astrea 🤣 And I remembered I had this old thing that I'm not sure I've posted before 😅

Behold, a self-indulgent Ichor AU where Will and his friends are superheroes fighting Dante, Gazali's mortal enemy, but Dante falls for Will and slowly convinces him to the dark side 🤣 This is how their first meeting goes.

Dante could see him from clear across the room, his skin glowing like the bronze plating of his machines in the light of the chandeliers overhead. His hair didn’t seem to want to stay down, fraying and twisting like golden strands of ivy, framing a pair of sapphire eyes. Most intriguing of all was his outfit; a dark, flowing dress, much more sophisticated than the ladies on the dance floor. The other guests stared at him, but not at all politely. Dante waved his guards back and made his way to this beautiful stranger.

That was when Will saw him. A dark man with the most intensely golden eyes he had ever seen, like an eagle or crocodile. It wasn’t bad, not at all. The gold stood out brilliantly against his suit of black and dark purple. Truthfully, Will thought he was beautiful… If only they didn’t have to fight.

Will’s pulse quickened the closer Dante got to the group of disguised heroes. Gazali leaned down and hissed into his ear, the tip of his mask scratching Will’s cheek.

“We’ve drawn too much attention. We need to split up and find Briggs’ workshop before he—”

They both jumped as Dante slid between them. Gazali was ready to start fighting guards, hoping that Will wouldn’t have to use his powers… but Dante didn’t even turn in his direction. He was focused on Will, and Will alone.

“Excuse me,” he said, “is this fella bothering you?”

A chill ran up Will’s spine. He had never been so close to a supervillain. As dangerous as it was, though, Will recognized the opportunity he had been given.

“Yes,” he said.

Dante smirked and pushed Gazali away. “Don’t get mad at someone for having better taste than you, okay, tough guy?”

Gazali was at a loss for words. Before he could blow their cover, Frank took his hand and led him away. When Will looked back at Dante, he was holding out his own hand.

“May I?”

Will nodded, letting Dante lead him to the dance floor. He could feel the heat of Dante’s chest as they swayed closely together. The orchestra drowned out all the chatter in the room, almost as though they were the only dancers there. Dante smiled at Will in a way that felt both unnerving and flattering.

“Don’t worry about that guy,” Dante said. “Some people just don’t get it.”

“Right,” Will said, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

“If it means anything, you look incredible.”

For a man who unleashed his mechanical minions onto the town on a regular basis, he spoke like a prince. Will felt his face heat up as Dante chuckled.

“For real,” Dante said, “I wish I had half the guts that you do.”

Will managed to shrug. “Sometimes, you just have to dress how you feel.”

“And how do you feel?”

“I feel like… not wearing a suit.”

Dante laughed, and Will cursed his heart for fluttering so much. This was his team’s mortal enemy, and he had to stop his plans, no matter how charming he was.

“What’s your name, doll?”

“It’s Will.”

With a grin, Dante spun him around and pulled him back in time to the music.

“Dante. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

His chest was pressed against Will’s back, and his breath felt hot. He leaned closely and whispered.

“You know, I’m really glad you showed up. I thought tonight would be so boring… but it was fun to see Gazali stumble like that, right?”

Will’s heart skipped. Of course, Dante knew. Anyone could recognize a man who was six-and-a-half feet tall. Gazali and Frank were probably walking into a trap right now. Will struggled out of their dance, ready to fight back, despite the damage he would cause, but Dante held him securely.

“Hey, easy now. I don’t plan on hurting you. Look—” He pulled a small remote from his coat and pressed a button. “Office-security just shut down. There’s no guards over there, so your friends can grab whatever they find. I don’t trust them to find much, anyway.”

Little pulses of power swelled in Will’s wrists. His body was begging him to start fighting, to go get the others and leave, but he knew the destruction that would bring. The city would never let him step outside again. Will felt like passing out, and against his better judgment, he let Dante pull him closer.

“Honey, you’re shaking like a leaf. I swear, you’re not in trouble.”

He led Will onto the balcony. The fresh air admittedly helped him a bit, and they were still within view of the party, so Will didn’t feel too isolated. Dante reclined against the stone railing.

“Better?”

Will nodded. “Thank you.”

Dante snickered. “How nice of you, thanking your enemy so casually.”

“Honestly, you’re the nicest person I’ve met all day.”

He hated himself for admitting that so easily, but the more he saw the sincerity in Dante’s eyes, the more he wanted to just unravel.

“What do you mean?” Dante asked.

Will sighed. “There’s a reason we haven’t met until today. My powers are too destructive. I’d kill everyone here… Doesn’t give people much reason to be nice to me.”

If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn that Dante was offended to hear that.

“Humans are conceited as all hell. They don’t see us as nothin’ but doormats. I’d do anything to give people like us a chance again.”

“Is that why most of your competitors are chased out of town by androids?”

Dante waved his arms outwards, as though to display his accomplishments. “It works, doesn’t it? Less people wanting to round us up and chuck us on an island.”

Will rested his head against the railing. “I won’t argue with that.”

“Really?”

“If they put all the Freaks on an island, I’ll be put in a boat just off the shore. There isn’t really a place for me, either way.”

“Well, you’ll always have a place here, if you want.”

He took Will’s hand, and the hero jumped a little. When they looked at each other, they didn’t see an enemy, just another person hurt by this cruel city. How relieving, Will thought, to finally find someone who understood, someone who didn’t push those feelings aside for the good of the people. Their cathartic moment was cut short when the music indoors rose in frightened pitch, followed by the building rumbling and the crash of a falling wall. Dante held Will steady.

“Stay here, I’ll check it out.”

When Dante went back inside, he wanted to laugh so badly. Gazali and Frank were holding on for dear life to a large machine moving wildly across the room like a vacuum cleaner… which is exactly what it was. All the time Dante had given them to find something, to make their game more interesting, and they stole a lumbering cleaning machine. The other guests fled downstairs, so Dante was free to tease his enemy as he pleased.

“Having fun up there?” he yelled, barely containing a sarcastic chuckle.

“Turn this thing off!” Gazali said.

“Hey, you ruined my wall. You figure it out.”

Frank opened the top of the machine’s “head,” grabbing a handful of wires and randomly cutting a few. That only managed to make the machine speed up. It moved towards Dante like a raging bull, and before he could duck out of the way, the machine jolted violently in place. The wheels were spinning enough to create a cloud of steam, but it didn’t move any further. The sound of strained breathing drew Dante’s attention to Will, at the end of the room, holding his arms out.

“Will—” Gazali’s voice was hushed, like he was speaking over a sleeping bear. “—be gentle.”

His powers were swelling in his wrists again, moving through his bones and veins like fire. It blurred his vision, making his arms falter, which made the machine inch a little closer. Gazali’s heart sank as Dante rushed towards Will, only to be confused when he grabbed the troubled hero’s face.

“Hey,” he whispered, “it’s okay.”

“I can’t keep it there,” Will said through his teeth.

“Then let go, please.”

“It’ll get loose. We have to—”

He cried out in pain, and the sudden movement of his arms sent the machine and his friends into another wall. Will ran after them as the machine spun around the room. It hit him like a car, sending him into a table that collapsed under the sudden force. Frank cut one last wire, unaware of Dante pushing the off switch on his own remote, and the machine finally slowed and fell over, dropping him and Gazali to the floor. Gazali scrambled to his feet and picked up whatever parts he could.

“I’ll take this. You grab Will.”

He left as Frank went to get Will. He hesitated when he saw Dante picking Will up off the ground, trying to clean the oil, food, and metal parts from his dress.

“Are you okay?”

Will kept staring at the floor. “Why do you care?”

Before Dante could answer, Frank took Will’s hand and led him to the stairs. Dante was left alone in the destroyed ballroom with the response he hadn’t been able to give.

“You saved my life.”

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The news had gone crazy, as expected. The machine was blamed for most of the destruction, but many citizens were calling for Will to be locked away, citing him as the reason things got worse. Will hadn’t left his dorm since that night, afraid to even look his fellow heroes in the eye. Gazali continued to watch countless news anchors insult his friend, until Alex came into the commons with a box.

“Is Will up?” he asked.

“Still in his room,” Gazali said.

Alex strolled down to the last room at the end of the long hall and knocked on the door.

“Package for you, boyo.”

When Alex was far enough away, Will reached his hand out of the doorway and snatched the package inside. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he read the sender’s name: It was Dante. If it made it through security, it couldn’t be a bomb or machine, but Will still opened the box cautiously. Inside was a crimson envelope, and a lovely black dress, softer than the one he had worn that night. He opened the envelope and read the letter inside.

"Sorry to ruin your dress, doll. I can’t imagine how much it cost. I also can’t imagine superheroes get paid enough to afford clothes like this." Will chuckled, feeling lighter the more he looked over Dante’s handwriting. "I hope this makes up for the damage, and that you aren't too scared to come see me again. i want to thank you properly for saving my life. Yours, DB."

Dante wanted to see him again. Will destroyed his party, and he still wanted to see him. It had to be a trap, clearly, and yet… Will had never been shown this kind of attention before. A large shadow startled Will from his thoughts.

“Is it a gift?” Gazali asked.

Will took a deep breath and gave him the letter to read. Gazali went through all the motions: shock, disgust… and then a distinct look of focus. He handed the card back slowly.

“My friend, I’m afraid you’ll have to come back out with us next time.”

Will pushed himself against his dresser. “No, not yet. They’re not ready, they’ll—”

“I hate to do this to you, truly, but we can’t pass up this opportunity. You’ve caught Briggs’ eye, we can use that. He won’t hurt you, we’ve seen that he won’t.”

He shuddered, angry tears filling his eyes. “So what, I’m your bargaining chip? I get to seduce your enemies while you go and save people?”

Gazali hung his head. “I know, it’s not ideal… but it’s the best chance we have of saving this city.”

“From what? A guy who wants people like us to live freely?”

Will froze at the darkness that flashed across Gazali’s face.

“He is not a liberator,” Gazali said. “He is dangerous, fool-hardy, quick to pull the trigger. Don’t let him fool you, Will.”

He sighed and left the room, and Will held the letter close to his chest. Dangerous… but kind and charming, someone who knew what the town needed, even if he was going about it differently. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to play along, to trade out the fear of fighting in public for nights with a guy who had gone out of his way to mail a box to the heroes’ headquarters just so he could apologize. 

Honestly, Will liked the sound of it.