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-Dark-

She smiles as she stares out across the ocean, both within the barrier and outside it. Her hands gripping the worn wood as a cold sea breeze brushes her face.

She'd hated pulling herself away from her family when she hadn't seen Gil that excited since he'd found Deez.

However, duty called. She couldn't be remiss as the Captain due to her family. She still had responsibilities. Running a ship, keeping her crew in line, and making sure everything under her was where it belonged was all just part of the job.

The conversations between James, Yensid, and herself exceeded her expectations. Each new lesson in sailing and navigating made her appreciate her role that much more.

She'd always known James was practical. Appreciated his level head. It was the reason she'd picked him to be her bo'sun.

She just hadn't expected him to be so savvy when it came to sailing. He'd easily kept up with Yensid's advice and explanations on the best ways to navigate. Both by charts and by the stars- Though the chances of the latter happening were slim to none.

The point was they were learning.

Her grin widens. She still couldn't believe she was finally getting the skills to sail her ship.

Everything was coming up Wharf Rats.

Her throat tightens. Her ship. The only reason her girl, The Lost Revenge, was seaworthy and ready to sail was because of T. Because of all the hard work he'd put into her. Months of working with James.

All when he hadn't even considered himself a part of the family.

She bends, propping her elbows on the railing as her brow furrows. Was the reason T never seemed able to understand they wanted him to join the family because of Faustina? Because she, like Deez, wanted to be able to look out for more than just one group?

Ooooh. To see the look on Mal's face...

She chuckles, though the sound is drowned out by the waves and carried off by the wind. She hadn't even set out to do it, to snag The Isle's Advocate, Angel, and Guardian in her net.

Deez. The Advocate.

Her Baby Girl. The Compass that pointed them in the right direction. Their Treasure. The one who'd written so eloquently and often on behalf of those who had no voice. The girl who had the courage and the fortitude to persevere despite the odds. Constantly fighting for her cause. Her eyes sweep to Auradon in the distance. Succeeding even. Her passion and inspiring words seemed to ignite change for anyone willing to read them. Ready to stand up and fight for what she believed was right. Her pen was always stronger than any sword. Her words, more powerful than any battle cry.

Faustina. The Angel.

Her Beautiful Girl. The map that opened them up to a new world. Their Fortune that no one had known existed. The one who'd watched their world from above and had judged not based on words or intentions, but actions. Silent but thoughtful. Innocent and kind despite the hell she'd had to endure.

T. The Guardian.

Her Problem Child. The spyglass that protected them from shoals and foes well before they could see them. Their Shadow long before they knew there was light. The one who vigilantly protected them even from their own folly often at his own expense. That had done things no one else had even dared to consider, let alone try. Bold, brave, and brash. Unwavering in his support and never flinching. Ready to fight those who would hurt any under his Angel's protection.

She smiles before she looks over her shoulder at the cabin door. Had Faustina meant for her protector to become the Isle's Guardian? Or was that why she needed a protector in the first place?

She frowns before she rubs her temples. It was so confusing at times. She knew Yensid was doing his best to help them understand, he also made sure they knew he was not an expert on the subject. So it was kind of like the blind leading the blind with the small comfort of a page in a book.

Fully understand it or not, she could not deny that T and Faustina were two very distinct, very different people. And for now, that was going to have to be good enough. They didn't have access to better information. While the idea that Faustina could find herself out in the middle of T doing one of his daring and brash 'projects' was horrifying- It hadn't happened yet. She'd seen it herself that Faustina could put T in a time out. Did that also mean he could push her out?

It seemed like a fair assumption. After all, how else could he have kept her hidden from them for so long?

All of them except Deez. Their little dot connector. Sea Gods only knew how long she'd known something was different about T.

She shakes her head before she pushes off the railing. The meager sun had dipped out. If they were going to get up early enough to get to the cove for sword practice it was time to put her family to bed.

She whistles up to Harry in the crow's nest before she walks to the cabin. She trusted he'd recognize the summons.

She opens the door, surprised to find Faustina still sleeping peacefully in the hammock. She must have been more exhausted than they'd realized, but at least the girl fucking slept.

She shakes her head again before she turns to the bed where Deez was glaring at a workbook in her lap and Gil was-

"Gil! What the fuck are you doing?!" She snaps, instantly regretting it when Deez squeaks and jumps into his side.

A loud thud behind her makes her turn back to find Faustina low to the ground on all fours, like a cat ready to pounce.

"The fuck? Uma?"

Her eyes narrow.

"Hey T." Deez greets from the bed, confirming her thoughts.

"Sup?" T grunts as he stands up.

Had she triggered a protective instinct or something? "Sorry T, I didn't mean to wake you up, but someone-" She turns back to Gil, "Is getting bits of wood all over the bed we sleep in. I for one would like to not get splinters in my damn ass."

"Sorry." Gil's eyes widen as he quickly trips over himself to put up his current project. "Didn't think about it."

"We'll get it cleaned up Uma," Deez adds as she tosses her workbook off the bed and rolls to her knees.

Gil rubs the back of his head, "I'll go flap the blanket out."

"Thank you." She sighs before she turns back to where T had been standing, and then further to the door, "Where are you going?"

"Out." T opens the door.

She blinks. Right.

Thankfully Harry hadn't taken too long to follow after her.

"Hiya!" He greets as he slips into the room and wraps his arms around T, "There be ah mite too many crew on deck right now-"

"Fucks I care." T scoffs.

"Oh!" Harry grins as he pulls back, "T!"

"Last I checked," T responds in a dry tone.

"But not the last time we checked," Deez says absently as she helps Gil pull the blankets off the bed.

T groans as he drags a hand down his hood and over his face.

"Why ya be ah groanin' at that?" Harry asks with a frown.

"We had fun with her." Deez adds with a smile, "She tells great stories."

"What they said," She juts her hip to the side, defensive on Faustina's behalf.

It was strange though, he didn't seem to have a problem with them interacting before.

"How long?"

"A few days." She shrugs. Was that what was bothering him? How much time he'd lost?

"Great," T responds tonelessly.

Harry's eyes narrow as he watches T, but then he bites his lip and nods, "Uma," His eyes shift up to her, "we be ah needin' ta be headin' out for ah bit. T be ah havin' ah couple time-sensitive things to tend to, with me help. An' we be ah plannin' ah trip into Yu territory for supplies. Ya be ah bein' okay if we be out ah few extra days?"

Her eyes narrow as she holds Harry's gaze. Fuck him for putting her on the spot like that. She knew what he wanted her to say, knew how hard he was working with T.

She also knew if she didn't say yes, T would start to not trust them again. Or at least trust that they didn't need to know everything.

She sighs and finally ends the staring contest, "Thank you for letting me know the plan, and that you need more time." She shakes her head, "I don't want you falling behind in school work Harry-"

"Or he can just stay."

"Like fuckin' hell I can." Harry snaps.

"Seriously?" T points to Deez. "Can you not? You loud fu-"

"It's okay," Gil quickly interrupts as he pulls Deez to his chest, "we don't need to be here for this," He shakes his head as he gathers all the blankets with one arm, "I need to take care of the blankets anyway." He nods to them as he walks past before he slips out the door.

She takes a deep breath as she watches the door close before she turns back to find Harry still glaring down at T, and T tilting his head up towards him.

Silently challenging each other.

"Knock it off you two." She rolls her eyes.

"You heard her, knock it the fuck off." T bites out.

Harry glares as he raises his hook threateningly.

"Yeah? And?" T scoffs.

She claps her hands three times in quick succession, trying to restore order, "Would three days work?"

T turns to her. "Just because he's obnoxious doesn't mean you have to be."

"Well, I was feelin' real left out with the both of you being obnoxious as fuck." She smiles overly sweetly, "So three days? Or am I making it two you angry little fuck?"

"Depends, how disappointed do you want to be."

"T, I swear to fucking Posioden." Her eyes narrow dangerously, "Just 'cause you're pissed about waking up doesn't mean you get to flout my rules."

"Three days be ah soundin' perfect Cap'n." Harry claps his hand over T's mouth before T can respond with whatever snark had been on the tip of his tongue, "We be acceptin'. An' if anythin' be ah happenin' we will be ah bein' sure ta be lettin' ya know soon we can."

She grits her teeth before she sighs. "Three days then."

"Aye Cap'n." Harry nods before he bends to whisper in T's ear.

T huffs, his eyes narrowing to thin slits before he, reluctantly, nods. Harry slowly pulls his hand away from his mouth, as if he didn't trust T.

"Heard."

Harry rolls his eyes, "Ya be ah semanticin' little bastard," he grumbles before he pulls T by the elbow, "Be ah givin' me love ta the Sweet Boy and Baby Girl." He waves over his shoulder before they leave her alone in the room.

She shakes her head.

Yep… That was their Isle protector. The Guardian.

Cranky little shit.

She chuckles despite herself.

He kicks a rock as they make their way to the temple. What a pain in the ass.

"So, ya be ah bein' pissy 'cause ya be havin' shit ta do right?" Harry asks behind him, finally breaking his silence.

He glances at him from the side of his eye. "Mostly." He shoves his hands in his pockets.

Harry sighs, briefly closing his eyes as he scratches the back of his head, "Ya be ah wantin' ta fill me in on the 'restly'?"

He turns back to the path, "Not particularly. No." A day and a half. That's how long Senior had the two scumbags. Stromboli and The Coachman.

He didn't want to know how long he'd been out of commission. He just wanted to know why. It was frustrating…

He lets out a long-suffering sigh. He was pretty sure he'd been in their room practicing with the darts the whole time. Turns out he'd been chilling somewhere in the back of her head.

They needed to figure something out. It wasn't like he didn't trust the other's to look after her ass…

But still, he had shit to do. If she was going to be coming out around them, they were going to have to agree on a schedule or something. Like she could have weekends.

He got her wanting to come out now that she could. He didn't like it, but he understood. It wasn't fair she was stuck doing whatever the fuck she did when he was out. His hand wraps around the blow dart straw and he lets out another sigh. "Did she have fun at least?" He eventually asks.

Harry's eyes light up as he falls into step beside him, "Aye lad. She be ah having fun. Deez be ah lovin' the way she can be ah spinnin' ah tale. She be agreein' ta be tellin' the Baby Girl stories an' she can be ah writin' them. Then she be helpin' us all with math, an' then we be ah takin' her to the cove ta be ah teachin' her ta swim. We be havin' some kin' o' miscommunication or somethin', but I be thinkin' we be gettin' better. And she be ah sleepin' in the room last night and today."

"Huh." He nods. Well, at least there was that. She hadn't just stayed hidden the whole time like he would've assumed she would. Not that he could blame her. She'd been obsessed with them as long as he could remember. And fuck only knew how desperate she was for actual human contact that wasn't the sick fuck that was their father.

"Aye." Harry grins before his lips turn in a thoughtful frown, "Ya don'nah ever be ah rememberin' things when she be the one in charge?"

He shakes his head. "Not unless she's looking for me, or it feels like she's in danger…" He admits as he kicks another rock. "Or we're talkin' to each other." But that had become disorienting once they'd figured out they'd been talking to their reflections. They hadn't done that since they'd figured out they were the same person. "I know she can do it. Maybe cause she's the original or something…" He shrugs, as he looks up at the temple in the distance. "Fuck if I know…" Not that he was complaining. Fuck only knew how many times she'd saved his ass by warning him about something he hadn't noticed.

He grins, or prompted him to do something reckless in order to protect one of their friends.

"I-" He sees Harry bite his lip, "Ya know we ain'nah gonna let anythin' happen to her, right?"

"I do." If nothing else he was sure of that.

"And we all be ah thinkin' o' both o' ya." Harry frowns again before he shakes his head, "It be ah mite weird ta be ah enjoyin' one while also missin' the other."

He snorts, "What about this isn't fuckin' weird."

Harry shrugs, "Weird or not, I be glad ya be stayin' with us."

He studies Harry for a moment, "Me too." He turns back to the path. "You guys really just fuckin' rolled with this mess…"

Harry's snicker closer than he expected was his only warning before Harry leans against him, slinging one arm over his shoulder, as they continue to walk, "Aye, cause ya be our mess."

He eyes Harry, "We really need to work on that thing after we deal with shit."

"Aye. Oh-" Harry's eyes widen before he jumps away, "Sorry."

"Eh." He shrugs, "It's you." He looks up at the barrier, barely making out the moon. In a completely different phase then he remembered it. It wasn't necessarily his favorite way to be seen, but Harry was known for being handsy. It was one of the few things that transcended his mask. It'd be weird if he didn't at least try to touch the person he was walking with. Freddie was pretty similar. At least when girls were involved. He hadn't thought about that the last time they'd had this discussion. "It just reminded me is all…" He shrugs.

"But ya be ah tellin' me ta be respectin' yer image, so-" Harry drops his chin to his chest before his eye widen, "Ah… I ain'nah bein' dressed T-like. Whoops."

"Plans changed so I didn't find a need to mention it," He shrugs. "And it'd be fucked if I didn't let you do your whole image thing too. It's not like people just assume it's me. Especially cause we're not keeping to the shadows. That's the whole point of dressing like this."

"I be appreciatin' that." Harry grins before he stuffs his hands in his jacket, "But ya won'nah be forcin' me back ta the ship when it be ah time ta go ta Yu territory?"

He waves his concerns off, "It's not like I don't have clothes stashed all over the isle. Assumin' we even get to it on this outing..." He frowns as he looks back towards the temple. "There are more pressing matters to deal with."

"I be ah doin' ah real good job of not askin'." Harry points out, as if he was afraid T hadn't noticed.

"Oh yeah…" He chuckles. He'd forgotten he'd sent Harry away when he'd talked to Gurt. The goblin didn't seem to keen on talking in front of the pirate. "Mal really made an impression on them about you three..." He smirks, "But, what ev's." He shrugs. "I'm sure if you think about it hard enough, you'll figure out why we're headin' this way."

"Irk be ah talkin' with ya in front o' me just fine." Harry pouts.

"Gurt's not Irk. He's still a Queen loyalist. Which is fine with me. But Deez has always gotten on better with Irk, so he's a bit friendlier towards you guys." He looks him over with a frown, "If you're butt hurt 'bout it, you can always start carrying around shiny shit. The ones that have beaks especially lose their shit over it… But they all fuckin' love shiny and pretty." He smirks, "They're like simpler versions of you."

Harry narrows his eyes at him, his fingers tightening around the hook before they walk into the shadow thrown by the moon dipping behind the temple, "I be ah losin' me witty come back." He sighs. "So, if we be ah comin' here that be ah meanin' they-" T frowns at the loud gulp before Harry continues in a rougher voice, "That Senior be ah-"

"Entertaining himself." He nods. Harry didn't seem as happy as he thought he'd be. He sighs before he nudges their shoulders together, "I can deal with it if you've lost your taste for it." He was going to be dealing with it though. And all the other sick fucks that appeared on the list Senior was getting. He refused to let what happened to him, to Harry, maybe even to Gil, happen to any other kid on the isle. Re-fucking-fused. His hands moving from his hoodie pockets to grip his daggers instead.

"No, I be ah gettin' me ropes untangled." Harry nods firmly, "I guess I were just thinkin' o' somethin' Baby Girl be ah telling me."

"Ah." He nods, of course Deez had figured out their plan, or at least intentions. He wasn't sure how. But he never was. "What pearl of wisdom did she give ya?"

Harry's lips twitch into a small smile, "She were ah bein' ah nervous lil' thing when she be ah talkin' ta me, but she were wantin' me ta be rememberin' that I be Harry fuckin' Hook, and no matter what I be ah havin' ta do, the only person who could be ah losin' me is me."

He tilts his head to the side. Losing himself? To what? He frowns. Was Harry worried something would happen to one of them again? His eyes narrow. He pauses as he turns to Harry, reaching out to stop him. "This isn't going to be the most pleasant of business, I get that. It's going to open up old shit for both of us… But it needs to be done, and as long as we've got each other's backs, I know we'll see this through. Because it's the right thing to do."

Harry's eyes drop to his hand on his arm before he lays his hand over it, "I ain'nah bein' worried 'bout that ah bit. I know me an' you can be gettin' this done, and that I don'nah be feelin' right with them out there loose on kids. I- I think it were more ah warnin' that no matter what I be ah havin' ta do, I'm still me, so I have to make sure I be okay with it." His eyes narrow, "Like, I be needin' ta be thinkin' clear. Like when I be ah makin' ah choice and why I be wantin' ta do this."

"Oh." His eyes widen slightly, "You don't wanna be like them right? That's what you're worried about?" He didn't want to become a villain. Didn't want to lose himself to his own darkness or some shit like that. He vaguely remembered Senior warning him about that path.

"Aye." He nods, "Them sick fucks be likin' what they be ah doin', and be ah doin' it for years with nary ah thought ta it bein' wrong." He shakes his head before his grip around his hook tightens, "I don'nah be ah thinkin' anythin' be painful enough ta be makin' up for all the sufferin' they be ah spreadin', an I don'nah be wantin' ta try ta find their line."

"Then let's arm them." He shrugs. "Tag team the ever livin' fuck outta them. Two against two."

Harry tilts his head to the side, "Like, we be ah lettin' them fight us ta be ah livin'?" He slowly nods, "Aye mate, I can be ah sleepin' with that."

He nods, opening his mouth only to be interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Oh fuckin' phoeey!" The God slings his arms dramatically, "Here I was hoping you'd just let them stay here. Between entertaining me and entertaining my imps when they've-" He turns back to the temple at a shriek, "-fuckin' earned it!" He shakes his head as he turns back to them, "It's been real interesting around here."

"Sup," He greets, "Does sound like you three've been having fun without me. Did ya get it yet?"

"Oh," Hades snorts as he holds a hand up, "They broke day one. It was really boring."

"Fuckin' pussies." He rolls his eyes.

"I was thorough though, don't worry. You've got my Soul guarantee that the information is accurate." His eyes narrow, "I even got a few names they'd forgotten because they'd stopped coming around. Take it or leave it, but I made a separate list."

His eyes narrow, not even bothering to ask Harry, "Fuck that, we'll take them too." He refused to let any of these fucks go. Refused to risk them turning back to it, and attempt to start a ring of their own. Now that he knew, he couldn't rest till all of them were taken out. Over his dead body was he going to let any of these cunts walk and hurt another kid. He clenches his teeth. Now that they finally had a list, he doubted he'd even be able to sleep until this shit was done. He wouldn't be able too. Not with the thought that a kid could be getting hurt while he slept soundly on the ship. He cracks his neck, before he turns to Harry, "Hope you're ready for a long three days."

Harry lifts an eyebrow, "Aye."

He nods before he turns back to Senior, "We're starting in the red lantern district first." Fuck only knew the god would want to watch the massacre about to go down. And it would be a fucking massacre. "Where's the list?"

Hades jerks a thumb over his shoulder, "One of my little secretaries can give it to you." He chuckles darkly before he rubs his hands together and grins, "Time to visit the prisoners then?"

"Waitin' on you."

"Aww-" Hades chuckles before he pinches T's cheek, "Ain't he just the cutest fucking little thing when he gets snarky?"

"Sometimes." Harry grumbles.

He rolls his eyes, "Can we fuckin' go now? It's already past eleven. I've been waitin' for this for weeks."

Hades snorts as he crosses his arms over his chest, "Huh, coulda fooled me. I've been waiting on you for two days."

A growl rumbles in the back of his throat. "Don't fuckin' remind me." He brushes past the God, "The catacombs right."

"Well duh, it wasn't like it was getting used anymore." Hades rolls his eyes, "And the imps know it so well."

He nods as he heads to the stairs with only one goal in mind. A sadistic smirk pulls at his lips as the screams get louder. He looks around trying to pinpoint where the screams were coming from as they echo around them. His eyes narrow, before he turns right.

"Haha," Hades rolls his eyes as he bends, nearly doubling over to navigate parts of the tunnels where the ceiling was lowest, "looks like you're also pretty familiar with these stupid tunnels."

He shrugs, "Someone needed to pull our Goddess outta this depressing shit hole."

"Ouch." Hades looks around, "Wha- what's so depressing about this? I mean, death? Am I right?"

"Have you ever even talked to your daughter? She's comfortable with this shit, sure. But she ain't quite the gloom, doom, brimstone type."

Hades huffs, "I know. Believe me, I know. Why do you think I avoided her so much? Little miss sunshine who's never even seen a real sunny day."

T snorts. "Cause she stopped bein' entertainin' when her tantrums stopped would be my guess."

"Shut up." Hades rolls his eyes, "That was barely entertaining in the first place. I mean sure, watching everyone run away in fear from her was great, but the little sunspot didn't even try to embrace it."

"You forbid." T rolls his eyes before he pauses and looks up at the god, "And seriously?" He scoffs, "Mister I'm not evil, I'm misunderstood. You wanted your daughter to be like that? To kill indiscriminately?"

"It's been a long twenty years T!" Hades snaps, his voice echoing around the cave-like wall eerily, "I'm perfectly a god, but I ain't perfect."

"You said it, not me." T shrugs as he continues down the hall.

He turns when he feels a hand slap over his shoulder, "Can ya not be ah pokin' the damn god?" Harry whispers tensely.

"You're totally right," T smirks, he turns back to Senior. "Progress not perfection right? Proud of you."

"Ugh." Hades drags a hand down his face, a hilarious feat considering the angle he was bent at, "You. You're where those two idiots got that saying."

"Aww, they tell you that too?"

"They wouldn't dare." He grumbles.

"That's okay, that's why you keep me around." T shrugs as he continues walking.

"Oh yeah, that. Totally that." Hades rolls his eyes again.

When the screams are nearly earsplitting he grips his daggers as he enters the room. His eyes sweeping over the imps whose tails were dripping with blood. "Pain, Panic. See you've been havin' fun without us." He greets before his eyes sweep over the two large men hanging onto the chains for everything they were worth.

"T sir!" Panic glares back at the coachman before he stabs his leg one more time with his tail and rushes over.

"We are so very glad you came." Pain agrees as he pulls the tip of his tail out of Stromboli's foot and follows.

"These two are very evil." Panic frets as he shakes blood from his tail.

Pain nods and growls, "They've admitted to hurting lots of children."

"But our Lord Hades forbid us from killing them." Panic huffs as he fidgets and wrings his tail.

"Even though we really wanted to." Pain glares back at the prisoners.

He chuckles, "I know." He crouches as he pats their heads. It had been years since he'd seen these two like this. But he remembered the way they'd take care of anyone stupid enough to make their mistress cry when she'd been younger.

He doubted Deez knew. They'd always come back after she'd run off to hide. To make sure those who messed with their precious baby got what they deserved. It was the first impression he'd ever gotten of them. "I appreciate the restraint."

How would Deez feel about it now though? How defensive the two got over her? Over other defenseless children? Would she view them as heroes? Or mark them as villains?

He wasn't sure he wanted to know. Not when they were about to do what they were about to do. He stands, his hard eyes snapping to the two men in chains.

"Sup?" He asks dryly once he stops in front of them, admiring the imps work.

"Look, Faustina," The Coachman slowly shakes his head, sweat dripping from his jowls as he pleads, "you and Harry me lad took care o' the man who was hurtin'-"

"No!" Harry growls as he stomps up to the man and catches him under the chin with the back curve of his hook, forcing the sweaty man to look him in the eye, "You- Don'nah ya ever be ah speakin' that name. Ya ain'nah worthy o' speakin' that name ya filthy fuck. Don'nah even be ah thinkin' it. What ya be ah lettin' happen- What ya be ah settin' up- Bein' tortured for eternity be too good for ya."

He lifts his brow. And he thought he was defensive of his other half.

Harry glares at the man, "Did ya be ah watchin'? Watchin' when others be ah payin' ta play with kids? Watchin' when the fuckin' priest be ah hurtin' someone he called his child?"

When the man doesn't answer beyond whimpers Harry sneers and pulls his hook back. Wiping it on the man's clothing. "Ya did be ah doin' that. Ya be deservin' ta be loosin' both yer fuckin' eyes."

"Harry. Harry me lad! I-" The man's thin voice was so flustered with panic it was hard to hear the rest of his plea.

A dark chuckle leaves his lips as he steps in front of Stromboli, his dagger tracing down the man's face. "Ya know, Stromboli-" He greets, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I've been waiting for this moment since I woke up. I've spent hours thinking of the ways I could repay the two of you-" He drags the dagger over the man's closed eye lightly. "And that was before I found out what you did to Hook. Do you enjoy it? Well, did you enjoy it? Watching little kids get raped? Was it worth it? Selling them? Branding them? Owning them?" He tilts his head to the side thoughtfully.

"Faus-"

"Finish saying her name, I fuckin' dare you." He snaps as he presses the dagger to the man's face harder.

"I-I-I" Stromboli stumbles over himself. "Yo-You sh-should b-be de-dead."

Harry glares, "He be ah havin' ah real family ta be ah lookin' out for him."

"H-her." Stromboli corrects clearly confused.

Even he flinches from the crazed look in Harry's eyes before he leans over and presses the flat of his hook against the side of Stromboli's face, "Ya really be ah wantin' ta be correctin' me right now? Really?" He rolls his hook, lightly tappin' the tip next to the man's good eye.

Huh. He always knew Harry had been holding back on him.

That Harry was darker than he'd appeared to be.

His eye twitches.

Seriously? His hands tighten around his blade as he felt the familiar warmth in his lower belly ignite.

"Now, ya be ah good fuckin' codfish and be ah answerin' the lad's question," Harry eyes him for a moment, "Or I be ah comin' back for that other eye." He smiles widely as he pulls his hook back.

His nose twitches at the sudden smell of piss. His eyes drop to the puddle, as a feral smile pulls at his lips.

"Oooh, that has to burn." Hades chuckles as Stromboli struggles against the chains with a hiss of pain.

A clanging noise draws his attention, and when he turns he finds Pain and Panic whistling and acting far too innocent. Especially with the ends of something that looked suspiciously like pokers sticking out of the shadows behind them.

The laugh that leaves his lips surprises him as he leans forward. "How'd it feel to be on the other side of the fire?"

Stromboli winces and he lets out a groan.

Harry grabs T's arm, "Ya know, ya were bein' right earlier. We be ah havin' ah lot o' work ta be ah doin', people ta be ah trackin' down thanks ta these two. Should we be ah wastin' time on 'em?"

T glances at him, the dark expression. The glint in his eye. The way it made his stomach flip before he looks away. "Right." He couldn't be selfish. These two weren't going anywhere. Weren't going to be able to hurt anyone where they were.

But their clients were out there, free to hurt kids still. "Mind keepin' em a few more days Senior?"

"No!" Both Pain and Panic answer cheerfully in unison, before they turn to Hades and start begging and pleading to keep the two.

"Only if you can remember to water them, or whatever." Hades rolls his eyes, "And I am not cleaning up after them."

Another laugh he didn't recognize leaves him before he turns to the two in chains, "Try to behave for your new owners." he pats Stromboli's scarred cheek. He turns to Harry and nods, before he starts walking away.

The imps' lips curve wickedly as they hold their tails.

"Do not worry T and Harry."

"We will take very good care of them."

He pauses before he walks over to the imps and crouches down, "Do me a solid?" He whispers so Harry doesn't hear him.

Harry might be okay with not torturing them. Might want to do this fairly. But he wasn't sure he could. Not after everything they'd done to Faustina. "Make sure to drown them a little. Also may I suggest blindfolds." That was the worst part, not being able to see what was coming.

Their eyes widen gleefully, "Yes sir!" They both shout as they salute before they fly off in a blur.

"I'm not entirely sure what the kid just whispered to them." Hades pats a hand to his face as he yawns, "But I'd be real worried if I wasn't, ya know-" He presses a hand to his chest, "me."

He stands up straight before he turns to Harry and nods towards the door and starts walking. However he can't help but pause when he's next to Senior and looks up. "You're the best-" He blurts out, pretty sure it surprises all three of them when he hugs the god, "Thanks, for this. And the list." He adds with equal sincerity.

Hades blinks down at him, and it looks like he struggles to find his voice until he presses a hand to his chest, "Moi? The best?" He sighs, "I mean, God, so obviously." He chuckles tightly as he pats him on the head awkwardly, clearing his throat when he lets him go. "But uh, yeah, glad to help."

He bites his lip at Harry's stunned face, but was grateful the pirate didn't comment.

"Oh sleaze bags, do me a favor and just hang out here. Cool?" Hades shakes his head at their groans before he turns for the exit, "I've got a list or two to find."

He steps behind Harry, placing both hands on his shoulders before he guides him away from the room. Doing his best not to think about the awkward exchange. Or where the hug had come from. His eyes narrow. Or the fact he'd felt her just beneath the surface when he'd done it. Oooh, sneaky little brat.

Not that he minded. Could've done without the hug, but he still. He understood.

Sup?

So what did you guys think?

Advocate? Angel? Guardian?

Good fit?

I wrote this shit and I legit burst out laughing in the first scene when T and Uma went at it,

Anyone else laugh? Or was it just me?

That second scene though…

That ain't going anywhere good now is it?

Harry can be straight-up dark af. And T can be straight fucking crazy on a good day.

And that hug? The fuck was up with that?

So yeah, this fic is certainly about to go places… Anyone up for some ethics and morality checks?

But it was kinda nice right? Seeing the imps taking good care of Stromboli and the Coachman wasn't it?

I will say this story took quite the turn from the original we posted.

Hope ya'll enjoyed!

Much love and appreciation

-Twisted