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characters i will write
who I'm meant to be a Disney descendants x BBC ghosts crossover characters and their counterparts

Princess Erica havers daughter of captain James havers and luteintant havers

desandants counterpart prince ben son of belle and Adam aka the beast

Gender bent version Prince eric havers son of captain James havers and luteintant havers
The captain aka James

desandants count part Adam aka the beast

Luteinant Anothony havers

desandants counterpart belle

Cassidy granddaughter of Julien Fawcett

desandants counterpart mal daughter of maleficent

Gender bent version Caspien grandson of Julien Fawcett

Julien Fawcett

desandants counterpart maleficent

Ashton Thorne son of Thomas Thorne

desandants counterpart jay son of jafar

Gender bent version Ashley Thorne daughter of Thomas Thorne

Thomas Thorne

desandants counterpart jafar

Charity button daughter of lady Stephine button

Lady Stephine button

Chase son of lady Stephine button

Descendants counterpart the evil queen]

Patrick jr grandson of Patrick butcher

Desandants counterpart carlos devil son of Cruella devil

Gender bent version Patricia granddaughter of Patrick Bucher

Alex grandson of Patrick butcher

Desandants counterpart Carlos devil son of Cruella devil

Gender bent version Alexa Bucher granddaughter of Patrick Bucher

Patrick Bucher

Desandants counterpart Cruella devil

Barney begchetwyn grandson of Barcley begchetwyn

Desandants counterpart Audrey daughter of sleeping beauty and prince Philip

Gender bent version Brielle begchetwyn

Barcley begchetwyn

Desandants counterpart queen Leah

Arron Byron son of lord Byron

Desandants counterpart Chad charming son of Cinderella and prince charming

Gender bent version Arraina Byron daughter of lord Byron

Issy Higham daughter of Katherine “kitty” Higham

Desandants counterpart jane daughter of the fairy godmother

Issac Higham son of Kathrine “Kitty” Higham

Katherine “kitty” Higham

Desandants counterpart the fairy godmother

Ocean son of Mary and robin

Desandants counterpart Doug son of dopey

Gender Bent version oceana daughter of mary and robin

Mary and robin

Desandants counterpart dopey and his wife

Parker bone

Descendants counterpart not applicable

Gender Bent version Paige bone daughter of Humphrey bone

Humphrey bone

Desandants counterpart Mr. delay

Scarlett dean daughter of Keath Darren dean

Desandants counterpart Lonnie daughter of Mulan and li Shang

gender bent version sky dean son of Keath Darren dean

Mike cooper

Desandants counterpart couch Jenkins

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scene isle of the lost Patrick bucher srs house flashback
Alexs pov
The house was crumbling that much was clear makes sense right i should proberly introduce you here for people who dont know who i am im Alex bucher grandson of well a mad man ok well thats putting it blunt ever since father was killed well it changed him anyways, i shouldnt delve into that just know that you dont piss him off or well you might not live i gulp nervously i turn to look at my brother Patrick jr his small frame shaken his gaunt face pale and that well that told me all i needed to know our grandfather well he was in one of his rage eposodes yet again his face a bloched red his fist trembling with rage.
the rage had seemed to dull in his eyes so he cleary hadn't had to much to drink or he had simply tied himself out i mean 4 hours of pure rage well that would do that to you right it dint happen often him not in a rage that was the sad truth of it that was me and my brothers life stuck with a mentaly unstable rage filled grandad i tried to get his attention " grandad" i whisper my voice nervous tentive almost you had be careful with what you said with my grandad there were rules you din't mention our dad and you dint mention his killer Keath darren dean or achers.
Well sometimes that dint even matter
" grandad" i call out agin to him louder this time i brace myself for an onslought another rage outburst.Suprisingly for once it doesnt come instead he turns away from me and patrick his face still scowling like he had swallowed a bitter lemon his fists still clenched the feral intense look in his eyes slowly melted a way it was rare us getting a glismpe of the man grandad once was but me and my brother had learned to treasure every moment we could take the only reason i could of think of him well being calm was well i truth was i din't know but rest asured it wouldnt last long it never did i look away from him wishing life was different wishing dads death dint break him i thought bitterly
He still hadnt responded to me calling his name my brother still stood there shaken we nodded at each other a simple way of comunicating it was my turn to try and calm grandad i glance at my trembling hands fear streaked my face nothing new Grandad whipped round his gaze still hardened as it has ever been yet a rare fleeting look of calm entered his eyes gone in ainstent a blink and you miss it moment he lumbered forward towards me and patrick unsure of what he was planning i flinched i cursed myself for my fear weakness thats what it was on the isle
end of flash back

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can you please request one shot ideas in the first chapter i detailed all the characters i will do from my bbc ghosts desandants crossover

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( scene location the isle of the lost Patrick bucher srs house)

Patrick bucher sr: ( scowling clenching his fists his face red with rage the house is a mess smashed glass lay upon the floor blood streaming down his knuckles shouting) I can't believe it God dam it I was so close so God dam close to getting what keath deserved God the torture the pain evrything he was finally going to understand what he did to me how much I've bloody lost to him and there I am rotting away on the isle (scoffing bitterly) they say I had a choice that I let my rage grief corrupt me ( a bitter smile graced his face remembering the vidio chat how it had felt so good when he had strangled thomas) God how far have i fallen pretty dam far another rage episode same old same old just the insane man I've become (he huffed a shaky breath as the rage cleared on his face God how much had he drunk how much damage did he do this time no wonder his grandsons saw him as a monster he destroyed evrything between them and look where it got them them happy in button kingdom on the achery team ( his blood boiling at the thought of it the vidio chat once again in his mind seething he took another shaky breath steadying himself no doubt thomas or Lady button would come to check on him or provoke him proberly in Thomas's case) truth is I God I the only reason I lied the only reason I just God I dint want to lose God can't you see that why I lied why I am the way I am ( he huffed again trying to keep himself calm his temper had become a prison for him a cell he kept himself locked in) God I miss you I miss you alex and Patrick jr so God dam much even if you chosse good ( his expression changed into a grimace yet a flicker of pain shimmered through and for the first time in over 20 years tears fell for a few different reasons he supposed the loss of his son he loss of his morrals the lost of his sanity and the loss of his grandsons the one thing that semi kept him together)God I made my choices and I will be punished forever and when I pass hell will have a place for me and it taking me this fucking long to release it shitting heck he had changed God and it took him this long to release how fucked up he had become God ( he let out a self deprecating chuckle as he thought of everything he had planned he'd do to keath Darren dean the pain and the worst part is he knew he would enjoy it (he stared at his bloody hands self loathing all over his face as he smashed them into the wall ignoring the pain shuddering through him he was a monster he became a monster and worse of all he chosse this (the anger lit up inside him like a fire burning brighter and brighter as he raises his hands to swing them into the wall again and again watching the blood pouring out of them streaming out a twisted satisfaction rose with in him as he yelled out) I'm nothing more then just a monster a monster man God I failed I failed my grandsons

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Scene isle of the lost a ruined castle
Start of flashback
The scene opens with lady button teaching her daughter charity makeup
Lady button(sternly wrinkling her nose ) no darling where's use rouge no son of a lord will go for a whore we are so much better then the scum on this isle
Charity button( tentivly) but mother i don't want to be cooped up in here haven't we done enough make up today
Lady button(scowling her lips pursing into a look of disdain) darling you are nothing nothing if you don't have a rich man trust me ( a look of anger framed her features as though she was remembering something) that's just how the world works fair or unfair you have to look your best beauty is your weapon ok charity
Charity( forlorn but pulls a brave face on) yes mother beauty is a weapon
Lady button( almost fondly) that's my girl now no more complaining where we're we oh yes lip colour here use this one you ate not a commen whore you are the daughter of a lady it's best you look the part and act the part (as she hands a different lip colour to Charity as charity takes it applying the make up)
Lady button: there you go just like me a split image but you need to work on your posture it's unbecoming of a lady such as yourself
Charity: yes mother
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Lady button had always had a poker face it what she was known for all throughout her life always cold hearted as she stood in the riuns that was juliens home she had been the only one to stay there having retreated from the balcony as she thomas and Patrick had watched the fireworks of button kingdom the defeat of julien fawcett she took a trembling breath her hands clasped at her sides

She had watched the rest of the feed even after she chose good her own daughter along with the others she pursed her lips closed her eyes lost to memories she'd rather forgetting ironic she'd done the very thing her own mother had done to her only Charity chosse a different path a part of her hated to admit how sick she had felt when they were fighting julien the other part the stubborn cruel side of her had certainly mellowed out specifically after charity had been born

She turned round to see thomas slipping back into the shadows back to his house she presumed to write poetry disdain ran through her unexpectedly not that she was one to care how the others had raised their offspring she had standards and thomas certainly fell short

Her eyes then turned to patrick he was beyond pissed clenched fists practically spitting at the mouth it was clear he had a few but what was there was this time a hint of pain a deep aching longing she had observed from little things like that when you were always with the same set of people she proberly should check up on him for All his many faults she knew he was going through the same loss as she was the remorse the shame the sense of failure it was up to her to help him with the burden he needed somone to say he struggled with his grandsons being in button kingdom was an understatement sighing she hitched up her skirts and glided gracefully towards him nodding at him a silent cue as she noticed his bloodied hands her pursed lips softened slighly the rage had dimmed on his face a rare thing she thought bitterly

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Ashton thornes pov
He sighed another debate meeting done he collapsed into the dorm he shared with patrick jr and Alex the bucher twins were discussing something he took in his apearence and gasped as he took of his waistcoat should he tell them the nightmares he'd been having it was a rule now between the five of them they dint bring up the past everything before arriving at button kingdom Alex and Patrick jr must have noticed his uneasy demeanor his pale face his sunken eyes the verry tiredness his demeanor always seemed to have they dint speak but silently comunicated with a series of three nods he finally found his voice uneven and small so much to the way he once was" guys I'm I know we said we'd never bring up the past never bring up the isle" at the mention of the isle patrick jr stiffened and Alex face melted with concern yet a slither of pain crawled onto his face a tremor ran through his body"the isle yes" he responded almost cold as he took a good look at Ashton and pulled him into a hug gently tugging him into his embrace patrick also looked at Ashton's ashen face speaking somberly "nightmares I'm guessing oh Ash have you told the girls
" no Charitys usualy with ocean or working on her buiness and cassidy well she has her own battles right now i just hate how he can get to me so easly " he responded as he tightened the embrace between him and Alex
Patrick sighed gently " do you want to talk about them you don't have to but aprently talking about your problems helps them"
Ashton untangled himself from Alex's embrace taking a deep breath a bitter undertone in his voice" just my father worming his way into my head" Patrick jr shared a look with Alex disdain in their gazes the mention of any of there family members always stared unease and disdain in there mind they turned back to Ashton " you promise to tell somone about these nightmares it's important maybe miss Higham to help or coach cooper" Ashton swallowed thickly his mouth dry as patrick jr lept into action grabbing a bottle of water left on his and Alex's side of the room as Ashton took it greatfully gulping down the remains of the bottle " I promise ok were in this together the five of us always thank you " a smille graced his lips as he took a deep breath out of relief he guessed he should have just talked to them in the first place God it had only been a few months that they chosse good but they were isle kids first and foremost and Ashton knew it wasn't so simple for them just to forget evrything that happened on the isle

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Cassidy smirked she had just finshed her masterpiece a spray painted mureual of her and her gang on a wall outside an shop a mark of her and her gangs territory it was her call card she set the navy blue can down spinning around as she left from the box she stood on adjusting her patchwork navy blue blazer curtecy of Charity her second in command her grandad was screaming again she forced a fake smille on her face as she strolled towards him julien fawcett in the flesh somehow mangened to keep some dignity about him despite them being on the isle of the lost banished safe from the hero's of button kingdom she had to keep thoughts in she was under no delusion why he kept her around it was a stupid deal with her mother she took her sister and she was stuck with him other heir to become just as evil as him since he disowned his daughter cast her aside he had put all his efforts into molding her into a carbon copy "grandfather"she said curtly a hand on her hip her fake smille had morphed into a grimace julien grinned "ah cassidy my grandaughter you are such a disappointment remind me why i even keep you around your only slighly better then that sister of yours" his lips curled with disdain cassidy was used to this the ever aching need to prove herself burned within her one day she would become so much more then just a disappointment to her grandfather she vowed she bite her lip careful not to reveal how she really felt the urge to lash out the urge to scream she knew how that would end up she shuddered fear that's how he ruled her life and it worked ever dam time she took a deep breath ready to respond " my gang and I were going to go out you know Mark our territory" Julien stood tall his imposing stature as his smoothed down his dark blue blazer adjusting the cuffs with precision " very well I have matters to attend to your aleigence with your gang well serve you in the future they all have their merits I suppose but rember there arnt your friends they serve you keep them in line or I will not hesitate to teach them a lesson" that was it the threat she had been expecting she closed her eyes clenching her fists tightly her hands almost red raw it was one thing to threaten her heck she was used to that but her gang that was different she swallowed her pride her sharp tounge often got her on her grandfather's wrong side she shivered as she rembered the Latest punishment he had cooked up for her she tentivly ran her hand down her scarred arm she forced her gaze on to his 'noted grandad' she said obediently he nodded curtly with a warning look that screamed don't tarnish my rep don't disapoint me any more then you have done your lucky I cared enough about you then leave you with your deadbeat mother as she left the riuened castle her smirk fixed on her face as she bumped into to guys harassing them before pick pocketing them she will be great feared and respected after all she was cassidy jenkins grandaughter of julien fawcett the most vile villian on the whole of the isle

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Ashton shuddered as he dragged himself through the slums damit he cursed he was bleeding out badly he couldn't go home not like this his father wouldn't care he never did all he cared about was his poetry and his belief that poetry raeined superior that's all he ever talked about if there was one thing about his father Ashton could admire he supposed was his dedication in being a dead beat he bit his lip he was weak exposed right now he had to get to the hideout before Trinity's gang mates came back he should of alerted someone he grimaced ok he thought just stem bleeding he ripped of a part of his waistcoat his dad would be pissed but he never cared about him he herd a voice he held his breath God he was screwed or maybe not there came Charity button he forced his grimace into a small smille " Charity your mum let you out took her time" Charity scowled slighly " mum saw you and unlike certain people have some sense of loyalty after all it's lady like to care for those your loyal to what happened wait let me guess Trinity" Ashton nodded hissing in pain shuddering Charity expression changed from disdain to a subtle look of care disguising it well she'd been good at faking emotions well since when she could talk she had her mother to thank for that as she tugged him along glaring veniomiusly at others who dared to stare that or she'd flirt with some other kids that her mother would approve of only noble blood she had a tight grip on him as she made it to her house she was the only one truly trained in medical aid not that button kingdom ever sent any only scraps and whatever they dint want leftovers " mother Ashtons here and injured bad " she called out lady button swept into the room somehow despite it being 20 years she stayed the same never ageing her lips pursed into a bitter smille " I thought I banned you from going out intil you concocted the perfect make up for your meant to be suiter no matter"as she glided forward" I see Thorne jr is injured perhaps that's why you seem distracted dear" she dint wait for a reply I do hope you stay with Cassidy dear not with Trinity's barbarians shame Thomas has no intrest in his boy potentially untaped but no he'd rather try to make a carbon copy" disdain dripping from her voice as Charity wordlessly found the supply's tending to Ashton she heard this all before it was no secret how much lady button disliked Thomas Thorne no just for his insufferable personalty of arrogance which just reminded her of her ex husband George the reason she was here she grimaced her nails dragging across the surface counter but the utter lack of care for his son she watched on as Charity tended to Ashton a small smille despite herself crept on her face and she wondered when she went so soft perhaps after Charity was born a shining light in her life the only one how ever hard she was on Charity she let her heart bloom a little bigger Charity stepped back admiring her work before fixing up her apearence her mother had raised her to be a perfectionist after all Ashton grimaced awkwardly sitting up checking out the bandage on his stomach his usual tattered waistcoat even worse for wear " how do I explain this to my father" lady button cut him off " don't worry about that I'll explain you can stay however much time you need I may be a villian dear but I have a heart" her usualy stern voice and perfected demeanor softer now your part of the gang" I see how Charity sees you as a brother and I suppose you are the son I never had never could have" she muttered the last part her usualy stern demeanor returning but you better not distract Charity from her lessons" Ashton nodded wearfully greatful for Charity and lady button she may be a villian but a villian with a heart and God they dint have enough of them on the isle

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Erica sighed wistfully shed been having dreams dreams of a beautiful girl with brown locks dressed in a blue blazer and skirt combo the girl was a mystery to her closed off guarded she snapped out of her thoughts as her fathers entered with dignity captain James Havers the stern one of her fathers despite being royalty both him and his husband Anothony had decided to keep their army ranks as there titles " father dad " said Erica with a smile on her face I've been having dreams of this gorgeous girl I don't know what they mean do you know" Anothony looked shocked while James's features twisted into a grimace known for his overprotective yet stern nature as he manged to splutter a response his demeanor softening slighly " recuring dreams eh fascinating well I'm sure they arnt anything to worry about" as he knelt down to the same level as he grimaced as his knees creeked as he lowered himself down Anothony worried " you've been staring at the isle a lot recently any reason" worry seeping into his tone as Erica replied" I just I wonder I mean technically it's part of the kingdom right and I just wondered about if the villians have um families" her confidence dropping slighly as anothonys worry seemed to increase as James managed to stand up again a stern look on his face a subtle shudder running through him he honestly liked to forget his part in shipping off the villians to the isle of lost complete with a barrier curtesy of Katherine highams magic wand " you do understand why we have the isle don't we darling" Erica bit her lip " well yess of course but I I don't think it's fair on the familys why should they have to suffer just because they have their bloodline" Anothonys face went whiter as pale as a ghosts
as he tried to come up with a reasonable explanation " well we um dint you know we dint know the would have familys but um if you are interested Erica sweetheart we do have records on on isle inhabitants" James hadn't spoken but seemed to recover from his shock spluttering " not that it truly matters Erica there are not your people the citizens of button kingdom are I mean it it's only a few months before you make your first decree" " yes father" Erica responded dutifully oh shoot Barney's date is today I better go and get ready" a thought bubling in her mind for her first decree " well I'll keep that in mind about the records of the isle inhabitants"

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Patrick jr sighed staring at the Photo of him and Scarlett on his desk he bit his lip a tremor ran threw him he had been thrown of when she had asked him a few weeks after courtillian in which he manged to get out of meeting him then finished he wondered why he would want to meet him I mean sure he was boyfriend to her but It hadn't been long just a couple of weeks since then God what his grandfather think now he must hate him and Alex surely them being on the achery team went aweful not that it would ever go good if there was one good trait that there grandfather had well stubbornness was probberly the only one he had he gulped the door open and in stumbled in Alex panting out of breath " what's up with you trick " Alex stared confused into Patrick's eyes as he used his nickname Patrick turned " Scarlett wants me to meet him her father" Alex's stomach dropped " you what shit" he remarked " well what did you say yes or no because jesus oh God this is remarkably soon" Patrick's mouth ran dry like it had suddenly turned into a dessert as he froze " I can't" he finally manged to choke out " I can't do this there's no way" fear tremoured threw his veins like ice freezing him like a statue
Alex responded " Trick it's ok just if he wants to meet you that means he doesn't hate us for what our grandfather did" his words died in his mouth as they both shuddered rembering there complicated but tense relationship with their grandfather Alex squeezed Tricks hand in reassurance" he instant going to hate you I mean a were part of his achery team b we choose good defying everything crossing what made us happy and c even if he doesn't you will always have Scarlett no one cand take that away from you but it's your choice I'll support which ever one you pick ok and Scarlett will do she's a keeper " Patrick lets a sigh of relief flutter threw him the tension easing down slowly " do you ever miss grandfather" Alex sighs " honestly sometimes I do I miss the man he once was before dad was killed before the insanity yet I also miss him because truth be told.i worry about him do you think they will care lady button and thomas I mean" Patrick laughed slighly " well lady button might she was always the best out of them all" they dint speak for a moment as they remebered Katherine higham speech after the corrination if they wanted to stay in contact they could or they could chosse to send gifts over for secial occasion Ashton had declined quite quickly but patrick Alex and charity had voted for them to send gifts and still have that line of communication via vidio call if they ever wanted to since their relationship was complicated yet they still held love for their grandfather and they wished hoped deep down that he did to

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Destiny's heart raced fear pulsing from her veins she had snuck out despite her mother's warning of how dangerous the isle streets were unless you were in a gang you dint go out after dark the basic number one rule she was lucky most parents dint care about their offspring but her mother did even if she showed it in a overprotective way her heart continued thundering in her chest it was rare for girls her age to be alone even if you wernt part of a gang most isle children at least had alloys they could rely on to some extent trust was a fickle thing they were taught also her mum was proberrly worried sick she clenched her hands into a fist as Trinity's gang approached her smirking smuggly " Well well well what we have here a lone wolf eh without allys a gang shame you look week who you born to" destiny gulped before choking out her answer" Eleanor Higham Trinity "Trinity smirked at her second in command Jade her mother a fraudster and her third in command Danielle nightgale daughter of a washed up acter with a superiority complex Just as Trinity went in for a slash with her short sword a figure whipped around smirking dressed in a cream skirt and corset designed by herself her long blonde hair cascading down her back a flirty smille graced her features " this one's mine" her veltvly smooth voice graced the alleyway as she jabbed a finger at Destiny's shaking frame she strutted towards her kid don't shake just look determined and follow my lead " Trinity I belive your in my gangs territory and you remeber what happened last time that happened she smirked gesturing to a long jiggered faded scar on Trinity's leg " you bitch" Trinity shrieked the figure just laughed flirty " such language no wonder your grandfather dint want you and wanted cassidy " she smiled goading her as Trinity snarled coldly about to lash out she just laughed Destiny watched on she knew who that was Chatity button lady buttons daughter second in command to the wickedest gang on the isle the leader Trinity's own sister cassidy both of them the grandaughters of julien Fawcett " laters Charity smirked blowing a kiss as she gently picked up Destiny " do you have a death wish kid you don't have a gang or ally no protection let's return you were you belong kid " destiny scowled huffing but wisely decided not to make a fuss she was in awe of Charity but scared of her as Charity placed her down after explaing what had happen to a verry worried Eleanor who looked on the verge of a panic attack the isle had softened Eleanor mellowed her hard edges away leaving her a soft yet overprotective mother desperate to
right the wrongs she had committed to her sister Katherine Higham holding no ill will against her Charity sighed softly accepting the praise with grace as Eleanor picked up Destiny " ill have a word with mother Eleanor see if I can get some protection for Destiny she's a target as Charity's heart swelled with protective instinct towards her"

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Julien Fawcett strutted into the room where Cassidy was she had gone silent her bravado fading his lips twisted into a scowl as he spoke darkly" you worthless bitch I rasied you better then this your my heir mine and you still disapoint me can't even beat your sister Trinity pathetic" as he strolled forward gesturing to her injuries time for punishment" he drawled out cassidy hung her head gritting her teeth she had evrything to prove all she wanted was her grandad to be proud of her yet it seemed an impossible task Julian laughed mockingly as he yanked her up dragging her to a different room before slapping her 13 times how old she was when he was satisfied he swept out of the room as she fell to the ground hissing in pain the slaps already leaving their mark they wouldn't scar though they dint have much medical care on the isle the only people who did was lady button or patrick sr bucher blood had already started to flow out she tore of a part of her patch work jacket Charity made for her so she could stem the bleeding she had evrything to prove a determined expression graced her lips as she took a deep breath scrambling up she'd stay at the hideout until the wrath she had incured from her grandfather would blow over or at least was hidden under the surface she grabbed her knife slipping it into her jacket inside pocket slipping out before grabbing a loath of bread stalking down the streets as other kids moved out of the way cassidy made a swerve to one of the alleyways ducked in quickly and entered Ashton and Charity already there

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Barney stormed into the room without knocking he loved Erica he really did but this was crazy hr adjusted his tailored suit with a smug yet annoyed smille " you can't go through with your proclamation I mean what are you thinking"
Erica sighed taking a deep breath trying to sooth her boyfriend " there kids like us who never got a chance why can't you accept that I dint think you be this selfish they deserve a chance and I'm giving them that jesus it's five kids to start with"
Barney scowled retorting " yeah the kids of the worst villians ever not to mention what you putting the rest of the kingdom through my grandfather through what julien did to him to my family yet you want his spawn here"
Erica" your unbelievable you know that there kids like us and people can change and grow yet you clearly can't of course you can't see that" Erica let out a frustrated sigh " the proclamation already gone through and I'm not going to change my mind on this I have the chance to fix mistakes the generation before me did and I'm going to take it so I'm sorry Barney but you just have to give them a chance that's all"
Barney scowled " well we'll my grandfather won't stand for this and neather will Aaron they proberly will end up getting expelled there scum not tour people Erica the sooner you see that the better"
Erica scoffed her voice rasing to a yell " how dare you even say that the isle of the list is as much part of the kingdom as the rest of it they are kids like us not scum maybe we shouldn't even be together if that's how you feel your just as hateful as your grandfather " as she stormed out

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Issy adjusted her school uniform nervously as she joined her friends she had always been a shy girl and truth be told she was nervous about the fact that ericas proclamation had been about the isle she sighed staring into the distance intil parker excited voice snapped her out of her thoughts " well I'm kind of excited I mean new people is always good thing besides there not going to be snobby like Barney and Aaron it was no secret that parker did not get along with Barney and Aaron finding them to up there own arses he preferred to hang out with non nobility like issy scarlett and ocean who was always impeccably dressed despite his parents robin and Mary being poor and the fact some people still thought his mother was a witch and should be sent to the isle so ocean felt some sympathy for the kids on the isle and had lobbyed hard for more people to give the isle kids a chance " don't worry iss I get your nervous but I'm sure it will be fine" " yeah" Issy muttered " I just wish less scary villians were picked I mean Erica only picked the offspring from the four worst villians" Scarlett sighed " yeah she did and I still don't know how I feel about the grandkids of my father's enimey but I'm not going to give them a hard time like Erica said there kids like us does not make them just like there familys just cause they share blood how about we make a pact eh we all give them a chance and actually try and make them like Button kingdom as she smirked at parkers eager nod and issy timid yet determined nod she fixed her gase to Ocean who had remained silent lost in thoughts " oh yeah of course I'm not going be an arse maybe I'll volunteer to be at the welcoming ceremony you as the tour guide I mean the rich history will be cool to pass on and maybe I'll just find the one" scarlett rolled her eyes as did Parker

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Scarlett held the bow in her hands taunt taking a deep breath she released "bullseye" she grinned turned round to her dad a proud smile graced his features as he watched on " see I knew it you should think about trying for team captain try outs are still on you know sweethearts" he stuffed his hands in his pockets a bitter chill swept through the grounds the wind howling like a wolf " look sweetheart I know I've been um distent lately I just" he paused pulling his daughter in for a hug " I can't stop thinking about him I mean it's my fault the reason he's like that you know im guilty for turning a good man into a monster and I live with that" Scarlett tentivly pulled away sensing the topic changing to something not spoken about often her stomach dropped she knew the story well enough how her father accidently killed Patrick's son in turn which broke Patrick her features usualy happy and soft twisted into a grimace" dad you did all you could I means he's the one who went of the deep end" a note of disdain crept into her tone she couldn't help it the mention of patrick which was happening more often nowadays soured her mood and she wasn't to proud to admit it scared her on one hand of course she sympathised with patrick it was thanks to her father he no longer had a son yet he used that as an excuse to commit aweful deeds she was snapped out of her thoughts by her fathers soothing voice " scarlett are you ok you've gone pale" scatlett swallowed her messy complicated thoughts echoing in her mind " dad I was thinking of Patrick isnt that why youve been distant its the 24th anversry of his sons death" she watched her fathers face full guilt and shame on his face with a bitter undertone " Patrick right his son Daley" he muttered a hint of despair in his voice he took a deep breath as the fateful day began to play in his mind the day he accidently took a life and made turned a good man to insanity" truth be told he still held a lot of guilt so much guilt he often thought of that day " Scarlett darling that's not your burden to bare you've done nothing wrong I'm the one who was responsible to Patrick's descent into madness " now if this keeps bothering you I can ask miss Higham for some counselling not evryrhing is black and white ok" scarletts grimace softened feeling soothed by her fathers words yet slighly unsettled " but dad if Patrick's deeply insane like you say why did they put him on the isle surely he coul be put in a mental asylum" Keith sighed " I think it's best we drop it for now ok but long and short of it is we done have that kind of place Patrick's a dangerous and unstable man who's done a lot of damage its better he's there ok darling" scarlett just noted tiredness taking over her as she set her bow and arrow down and slumped into her fathers arms
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Ashton huffed prowling down the alleyways and slums adjusting his one of his fathers tatted waistcoats he had mangened to sneak out of his father's poetry lessons under the claim of getting food for himself and as usual his father dint say a word and let him go despite knowing how dangerous it was for a isle boy like him on his own everyone knew it if you wernt part of a gang or dint have even one ally you were a target for the gangs he forced a disgusted look upon his handsome features a spitting image of his father tall lean with a mop of chocolate brown curls that framed his dazzling blue eyes unfortunately for him his apearence was all he had manged to inherit from his father not his love for poetry he leaned against the wall trying to act casual but that seemed to be a mistake as a girl around her age appeared from the shadows a taunting grin on her face her words said in a lazy drawl" names jade part of Trinity's gang you look like you don't have a gang huh shame you look like you could make a good distraction name boy" Ashton scoffed arrogantly puffing out his chest " Ashton Thorne son of Thomas Thorne poet" Jade's face fell before lighting up again with an unsettling smile" join our gang boy otherwise your charming little face might mot stay so charming" Ashton sneered retorting" your threating me nice try sweetheart but I ain't scared I don't do gangs not unless there's something for me dog eat dog world this isle and honestly my father has a rep what do you have" as he smiled smuggly taunting her even further before he knew Jade was up in his face snarling at him like a mad dog and before he knew it punches were being swung he manged to doge quickly but wasn't so lucky the second time round recieving a blow to the rib he herd a crunch and ignored it anger flaring up within him as he grabbed discarded somewhat rusty sword that had seen better days and lunged at her as he swung and manged to cut her arm the blood already swarming out the cut was deep as he pushed her to the ground " don't you ever underestimate me or my father again ok" he growled his anger calming down slighly jesus he thought to himself his dark side really did flare up easy guess that's one thing his father was right about he really needed to do something about maybe a gang wouldn't be so bad

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Patrick sr paced up and down trembling with rage "who did this to you" he said practically spitting with rage as he looked down upon his two grandsons Alex and Patrick jr Alex had a nasty cut lip a black eye and a few bruises decorating his face meanwhile Patrick jr clenched his jaw in pain blood streaming out of his check a deep gash inflicted with a sword he took a deep breath his rage momentarily forgotten despite it being his knee jerk response well to everything he began tearing of fabric from his sleeve before grimacing with heavy effort kneeling down pressing the fabric on his younger grandsons face " keep still" he ordered gruffly his face still stoic Parrick jr obeyed there grandfathers moodswings were jarring to say the least but it was clear it was one of their grandads better days after a while Patrick had finished tending to his youngest grandson beckoning Alex forward who obeyed instantly grimacing at the bitter pain that serged through him he held still as his grandfather worked on him their grandfather stood back a rare small smile gracing his usualy stern unapproachable demeanor but it was gone within an instant and his usual look of rage filled his features as he began muttering curses and threats" when I get my hands on whoever touched you good there will be hell to pay no one harms a hair on eather of your heads without facing my wrath" he bellowed a vein threatening burst with how angry he had become his grandsons wearly stepped back knowing how bad their grandads rage could become there fear was short lived as there grandad let his rage simmer and for now that was enough complicated but enough Alex shared a look with patrick jr and they both approached their grandad nervously who noded sternly indicating that there presence was welcome as he almost begrudgingly held out his arms beckoning them into his arms they let out small grins a distant dream of what there grandfather had been before the tradgy of there fathers death had warped his heart with darkness but in this moment they just stayed in there grandads arms calm and content

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Erica smilled wistfully staring across the distance seeing the isle of the lost she had grown to enjoy sleeping for one reason only she been having dreams of a girl a rather beautiful girl she had to admit she longed to know her name anything about her she set her bedside table setting her glass of water down adjusting her silk green pajamas as she played down in her bed and suddenly thoughts were wirling through her mind and sure enough like the dreams she had before she was in the enchanted lake dressed in a maxi skirt and crop top combo dark green her colour scheme through and through she looked around and there she was the girl in all her dreams she stood off to the side gazing at the water with suspension her brown locks fell over her outfit witch consisted of the same outfit she was always wearing a dark navy blazer and a pencil skirt tight fitting her stormy grey eyes that she found herself blush over she stuttered "I'm sorry I never got your name miss" she cursed herself internally as the girl whipped round her stormy grey eyes wiring into focus setting eyes on Erica " cassidy" she replied stiffly her features echoed with distrust " nice to put a name to a face cassidy" Erica chuckled awkwardly " you've been my dreams a lot surely it means something right recurring dreams" cassidy glared harshly her feature settled into a distrustful sneer" where am I who are you" Erica responded softly not wishing to anger her " Erica Havers of button kingdom this is the enchanted lake cassidy" cassidy toon a step forward when she did this Erica manged to take a closer look at her and saw scars on her arms some faded but some looked more recent she bite her lip wanting to know but held her tounge knowing how rude I would be " your not from here then " she asked offhand casual cassidy put a hand to her hip defensive " well no I'm not what's it to you why would you care your a button kingdom citizen" evrything suddenly clicked for Erica she must have been from the isle then disgust washed over her this girl stuck on the isle because of her relatives that committed crimes when she had never be born She vowed to herself to help Cassidy and other citizens of the isle they were her people to after all

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Ivy was an engima to the isle a long wolf stubborn and no noscience she took all her time caring for her father mick a victim of an evil curse which left him rather unstable mentally and complicated dependant on her well not only her in that regards she was lucky the rest of her fathers fellow villagers chose to stick with him after knowing the curleness of the curse that had corrupted his mind she had no patience for the brutality that often showed up upon the streets as she shoved past two guys might as well act the part it was safer that way as she clasped her satchel tight around her waist as she entered the ran down house she her father and the other villagers raised in it was cramped for sure but the other villagers were basically her family she passed Nigel and maude who were stewing some moldy apples she waved at them grining a smile upon her usually sullen face as she passed her hual over a battered bag of suger which she had manged to smuggle from Toby nightingales rather dumb daughter Danielle a few more moldy apples she manged to get from the docks after all to day was shipment day she also mangened to snag some fresher fruit like plums and apricots which was rare that's why you had to get there quick but the main most important item she manged to snatch up was medicine not shipped over often from button kingdom but it was enough she slipped into the asking room where her father rested surrounded by Walter John and some of the others " the medicine father " she said softly passing it over to Walter who then took of the cap and passed it to her father Mick a worried look on his pale gaunt face " I still don't like how you have to get up extra early on shipment days to get the medicine ivy" he coughed spluttering into a old tissue as Walter and John rushed up to him supporting him " it's nothing father" responded ivy as she took of the satchel placing it down " you've been getting worse and not been telling me father" anger cur through her voice but a hint of worry was also displaced Mick coughed again eager to resume his daughter " I've been fine Walter and John have been looking after me as have the other despite what happened what I did a bitter undertone seeped through his tone anger at himself rembering the evil curse that had been placed on him

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They had always been as thick as thieves her and Charity her first gang member at the age of 10 so why did she cassidy jenkins grandaughter of the vilest villian alive Juluen fawcett feel nervous about confessing the recurring dreams she been having of a beautiful girl called Erica Havers she had thought once was strange but to keep going on it had to mean something right she snapped out of her thoughts as Charity entered a flirty smille on her face as usual carrying a few loafs of bread as well as some medicine which had become ever harder to get on the isle the shipments from button kingdom had become well more sparce cassidy sneered at the thought before a wicked thought entered her head how she was going to one up her sister once and for all after all she was worthless in her mind Charity stepped forward placing down the goods on the table speaking softly" cass" the nickname rare only reserved for when it was just her and Charity not even the Ashton her other gangs member "yes Charity" responded cassidy curtly always one to be blunt Charity took a breath " your grandfather is um he wishes to see you I think it's about him bringing Patrick sr bucher into his alience which was a losse word for it Julien wasn't one for that many allies and had only allowed lady button and thomas thorne one he saw them as an asset to himself and by extention his grandaughter but the main thing was more control over the isle and the shared reputation put fear into the other inhabitants Charity spoke again" the only reason Ashton isn't here is because his father made sure he couldn't you know how he gets the only thing in life that matters is poetry he doesn't give a sod about Ashton" I was rare for other villian kids to care so deeply about how there respective family treated them even rarer for other villian parents to get involved lady button was a rare case
Cassidy took a while to respond" Patrick sr bucher the mad man what why would he want to join my grandfather he has his own reputation and it's not a small one" Charity sighed " for his two grandsons he wants them to join your gang so they have you know protection" cassidy huffed her face going a few shades of deep red " fine let's go" as she swept out of the room with Charity right behind her entering the ruined castle in which Julian resided lady button was there touching up her make up ever a perfectionist as were thomas thorne and Ashton dressed to the nines well as well as you could on the isle with matching waistcoats breaches boots and shirt both of there hair impeccably styled with chocolate brown curls reaching down just before their eyes her grandfather in his usual navy blue suit which had seen better days yet still held the air of intimidation as Charity and herself went to their respective family members Charity to her mother and her to her grandfather putting on a stoic mask as her grandfather spoke a velty a smooth his charisma excluding out of him part of why he was such a good manipulater " so patrick you wish for your grandsons join my grandaughters gang well what's in it for me if you join said alliance" Patrick sr bucher smirked " well jullien I have my own rep across this blasted isle I know verry well what they call me" and just like he looked like a vein wa going to burst and he was going to launch into another rant over what he wished to do to keath Darren dean which cassidy decided to tune out instead catching ashtons deeply uncomfortable look charity's and her mothers look of disgust and Patrick's own grandsons who happened to be called Patrick jr and Alex deeply uncomfortable aswell some while later Julien had manged to get patrick to calm down and shut up and had allowed him trail run and that his grandsons would be part of cassidys gang weather she liked or not so same as always no choice fun she thought bitterly to herself before gesturing Patrick jr and Alex to follow her Ashton and Chatity as Julien dismissed them with a wave of his hand

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Julien fixed his navy suit and swept into the room which had pictures of his victory's relics of the his magnificent past well in his eyes anyways his stormy grey eyes gazed upon the room a cold smille crept upon his face remembering the good old days upserping pathetic weak leaders whispering his smooth words like they were be and all the only solution himself he was interrupted from his thoughts his evil thoughts which would make any normal person shudder at the thought that ran through his twisted mind he pratactised a lazy fake smille quickly in the small mirror pined to the wall before dramatically sweeping through the hall and opening the door the first of his alince who had arrived was lady button who still managed to held an air of nobility dressed up in a second hand cream dress completed with a corset laced up tight fitting she let out a well practised smille and entered " well let's hope this shall go to plan with our new recruit" meaning patrick sr bucher who had managed to convince Julien to join the alience in return for his grandsons to be part of cassidys gang for protection"
" indeed Stephanie let's hope so he has quite his own rep the Isles own mad man a danger to most but an asset when we need a fight" he so effortlessly drawled in his smooth easy to listen to voice

The doorbell rang again " ah thorne or Bucher do you think Stephanie"

Lady button pursed her lips before responding curtly " let's hope it's Thorne not the mad man I'm still not sure about how I feel about him" her lips curled with a snobbish disgusted air
Julien then left to open the door and sure enough it was Thomas thorne dressed in his usual attire a burgundy waistcoat breaches and a white shirt a notepad attached to his hand he sauntered in the air of arrogence hit a new peek he nodded in respect to Stephanie who curtsyed then turned to julien and gave a curt nod which was returned
Julien turned to his watch his patience had started to wane he had explicitly stated to get to his at 7 o clock not a minute more or less but here it was 5 minutes past the three of them excited the hall and into the small living room
Lady button opting for the moth eaten arm chair whearas Thomas opted to perch on the other armchair Julien had yet to sit down he was pacing up and down his anger catching up which was quite rare for him then the doorbell rung yet again which started Thomas who let out a small yelp to which Lady button just let a disapproving frown and julien drawled out annoyed " door bell Thorne" and stalked towards the door yanking it open and their he stood Patrick sr bucher a short man with a mastouche specs his hair wild so unlike the presentable apearence of the others who despite the isle had maintained an image of class he wore long badge shorts and a badge shirt which had definitely seen better days his neck from his scout master days hang tightly round his neck a scowl was upon his face as he stomped in not saying a word to which Julien pressed a smile on to his face before ushering him into the room which Lady button and Thomas thorne were in
" now we can begin no thanks to somone " smirked Julien happy to see his members of his allience together at last shooting a angry glare at Patrick who shot one right back at him silently seething sometime later to some success Julien had manged to explain the assets of this alliance and what he expected of them all Thomas coughed smirking smugly at Patrick " well Julien are we sure of him I mean he's a mad man dangerous" julien grinned" yes and that's why we need him thorne he has his own reputation and with ours intertwined we rule the isle " his words condecending with only a level that coild rival Thomas himself Thomas not one to shrink back loving what he would describe as banter" of course julien what a smart man" sarcasm oozing out of him as he threw a dirty look at Patrick if Julien expected him to tolerate Patrick well that wasn't going to happen forcing a fake smile upon his face " ahh patrick tell me does it feel being know as the mad man of the isle he smirked tauntingly Lady button sensing the air of anger that was forming around patrick his face turning serval shades of deep red shook her head disapprovingly before exiting with julien both of them not wishing to get involved in what ever dynamic this would bring to the alience once they were gone Thomas stood up striding to Patrick who remained seated but with a burning hatred running through his veins who did this arrogent nitwit think he was declaring him a mad man ok so he had some screws losse he knew it he'd show him he'd shown them all his wrath as he growled out a response" well what of you rep Thorne eh" he laughed taunting him which in turn caused Thomas's face to curl up into a tight lipped smile gritting his teeth oh but your villiany only seemed from the loss of your poor boy what was it Daly oh how I rembering hearing about it from others how keath Darren dean killed your son an insufferable smille worked its way upon Thomas's face as he provoked him itching for a reaction which Patrick happy responded to with how dare that arrogent prick bring up his sons death which destroyed him laughing about it taunting him the utter gall he had to bring up his sons killer he slowly stood up advancing him and he swung for him his fists clenching in anger no worse then anger something more powerful he swung at him ten times over and over again " you want to find out why they call me a mad man" he hissed shaking with fury that had been unleashed as he continued to beat him black and blue bruises forming upon Thomas's face who had seemed to get caught in shock the sheer forces of the blows shutting him up before he fianly got over his shock he smirked all to happy to give what Patrick wanted

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Cassidy shuddered in her sleep twisting and turning yelling loudly "no no please I'll do better I promise" she woke up to a knock on the door her face drenched with sweat shaking viciously the knock only got louder which caused her to panic even more as she stumbled out of her bed towards the door opening it revealing Erica a worried expression upon her face " cass I herd you screaming jesus cass it's ok your safe your safe you in button kindhom with me your girlfriend" her words soothing cassidys frightened features as she grabbed on to Erica in desperation Erica pulled her into an embrace " you've been having nightmares again haven't you about the isle about him" her voice filled with venom as she thought of Cassidy’s grandfather who know was the size of a doll and in glass cage in the room cassidy could only nod and then slumped into Ericas embrace fully as Charity entered" nightmares again" she said matter of fact "I should of been there Erica is she ok" a worried expression graced her features as Erica nodded" she's much better then she was she's stopped sweating and she's seems calmer" Charity knelt down " jesus cass listen to me Ericas here and I'm here to" as cassidy opened her eyes in a calmer state greatfulness passed through her" you told Erica then that's why she's here" not in a angry way but with a dawning realisation that Erica just wished to help in anyway she could and made her love Erica even more her heart swelled with love " they happen every so often I know im safe and I'm with you but I" she stopped in her sentence her eyes getting glassy flowing herself to let her tears fall as Charity gave her a tissue while Erica pulled her back into an embrace whispering soothing words which mangended to ease her mind " I'm sorry it took me so long to create my proclamation knowing what happened on the isle gosh I hate myself sometimes" a bitter tone cut her words Cassidy let out a small smille " it's not your fault Erica I'm safe now with you and that's all that matters" she turned to Charity who was pissed which was a rare sight indeed part of the way she was raised she was glaring at the srunken version of Julien who was scowling and pacing up and down near his mind throne that had been made by cassidy to give him some semblance of the isle

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Patrick could only see red a burning hatred searing through his bones at what had occurred another fight against a prick he could see thomas was winded despite him being in quite good shape that insufferable smirk had at last been wiped of which gave him a sick satisfaction and he classed it a win for himself as he watched thomas stagger backwards like the coward he ultmely was he wiped of the blood that was dripping down his cheek nothing to major just a few cuts a few bruises nothing he couldn't handle he gave one last glare at Thomas gave a curt nod at Julien and Stephanie who had returned to the room to see that the fight had died down not caring from the various levels of disgust he was getting from the both of them

He placed a unsettling smille upon his face as he stalked out of juliens house into the maze of alleyways and slums that was the isle he was on urge of snapping lashing out again he couldn't go home not in this state what would his grandsons think he pushed those thoughts down they were sensible boys they were safe he'd made sure of that it wasn't easy to get in his home as he walked down the streets which wernt busy just a few gangs out and about who took one look at him and scrambled away like he was the plague I mean they all know who he was patrick bucher the mad man of the isle how he had become the madman the pain grief rage he always carried with him as he entered the bar the only one on the isle Trinity's mum Rachel ran it well when she could be bothered it was mainly Trinity the other grandaughter of julien she seemed to not be in the best of moods a scowl etching onto her fingers he stalked towards the bar " one pint of bitter" he hollered tapping his fingers as Trinty flashed him a fake smile and got to work pouring out the acholic Beveridge in a metal cup before placing it on the counter he was somewhat of a regular at this point I mean it was the only place he could get a pint of bitter which reminded him of when he was a different man when his boy was still alive rage aching through him as he took the drink placing a coin down on the counter Trinity took it without complaint if it were somone else perhaps she would of protested but she knew how easy he could flip the switch he sat down gulping down the drink fast sometime later he had downed four pints and was well quite tipsy as he stood up stumbling around leaving the bar walking back towards his house which took him a while to find his sense of direction losing in him whenever he drunk heavily another thing which happen is his mood swings worsened under the influence as he fianly mangened to enter his house he took one look at the picture of the wall of his son and broke down he only saw red rage spiked the pain that was eating away at him all this time burst like a dam and he couldn't take it anymore his head pounding a voice in his head whispering hateful things into his mind he stumbled into the kitchen took a knife and plunged it into arm watching it bleed as he took a look of his arm which was littered with scars scars no one knew about and God forbid somone found out he took the knife out and stabbed it into the wall a imaging it was keath Darren dean three hours he'd been doing that until he fianly colsped onto a sofa bed

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Ashton let a charming smile fall upon his face as he slipped out the house leaving his father once again working on his poetry which made his anger spike and he fought to control himself adjusting his waistcoat which he patched up himself one of his fathers old waistcoats he held his head up high as he strode down the street a stern expression flickered onto his features his eyes gazed upon a beautiful girl the one and only Charity button daughter of lady Stephanie Button and second in command to Cassidy grandaughter of julien fawcett he'd only had a few meetings with her and her mother he walked towards them bowed as a sign of respect part of a code the isle had Charity waved shyly before curtsying back after all Thomas Thorne was from a line of nobility in Charity's mother mind the only people worth of respect yet her view had changed slightly when Charity was born She also dropped into a curtsy " ah Ashton Thomas's son right yeah charmed Charity's spoken well of you" Ashton let out a grin" well yes I'm glad she has I mean she is a beautiful lady in training" he tried to sound smooth but truth were he wasn't a natural flirt nor a lady's man not how Charity was lady button let out a rare smille pulled Charity close and left them to it Charity let out a small sigh of relief perhaps Ashton had herd story's of how strict lady button was molding Charity into the perfect lady must be suffocating he thought of his distant relationship with his father in secret under the arrogence he yerned for something more then just poetry and a distant father that couldn't care less about him he was snapped out his thoughts by Charity's voice her gorgeous voice ok pull yourself together Thorne he chimed himself Charity looked at him quizzical " you any Good at poetry I mean your a poets son" Ashton adjusted his waistcoat again nervously " I mean um it's yeah my goal to be a poet just like my father I suppose speaking of which my father will proberly want me back in the house you know not knowing where I am" he stuttered a rarity for him forcing his arrogent facade back on he swiftly turned and left Charity lt out a lady like giggle her curiosity was now officially peaked about Ashton thorne

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Trinity paced up and down she was thinking of ways she could one up her sister cassidy a bitter smille crawled upon her face she turn sharply towards her to crewmates " well ideas" she snapped taking a breath she composed herself it wouldn't do well to losse her temper not in front of the crew Danielle stepped forward " I have an idea captain we could maybe persuade one of her gang mates to join us instead" Trinity scoffed " that wouldn't work unless you want me to have a nasty encounter with my dear grandfather since that's how the gang works there only in cassidys gang because grandfather let there family in his allience how about you jade" jade smirked "well maybe we mess with their heads lay low for a while make them think there's no bad blood" Trinity smilled excited a rare gaze of affection bled through her eyes " now that's exactly the type of ideas I'm looking for Dani that's your example and that's why jade's my second in command well meeting adjourned I have a shift at the bar" as she sauntered out of the room Jade smirked " shame this means I have to be patient to mess with Ashton but it will just make it so much sweeter" Dani just nodded a pang of wistfulness surged through her but she pushed it down she couldn't afford to be weak not on the isle she seen enough blood spilled so she turned and followed jade's gaze eager to prove herself

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Katherine smilled another busy day being the headmistress of button academy she could finely kick back relax and spend quality time with her darling daughter issy who was laid back on the sofa of the two bedroom flat she rented she was snuggling up to their pet dog bex it was she had dubbed film club every Friday she or issy would pick a film and then have to review It as she finished fixing the snacks some salted popcorn for her and sweet popcorn for issy and a cheeky glass of wine to help her unwind from the hectic week with ericas proclamation being announced tomorrow to the citizens of button kingdom she had a sneaking suspicion she knew exactly what it entailed and that made her stomach churn with an uneasy feeling she pulled herself away from her thoughts it was issy pick this week and she picked the wizard of Oz which was her favorite film it was sweet how she had passed on her love of this film to issy who was her world issy smilled as her mother sat down and they watched the film after the film had finshed Issy grinned" mum that was amazing I love that film but mum you look sad what's wrong" Katherine turned to her daughter she hadn't meant to worry her she would never " just thinking about what ericas proclamation could be and I think it's something to do with the isle" which caused issy to gasp she dint know much of the isle just that her aunt had been a bad person towards her mother Katherine pulled issy closer into an embrace " thinking of your aunt dear she isn't the villian they make her out to be you must remember nothing is black and white there's shades of grey and that's what your aunt is I've forgiven her a long time ago grudges never solve anything darling" issy took a breath a breath of relief she was sure she was holding the isle scared her I mean it wasn't spoken of much but Erica had a new vision for button kindgom for sure one that included the isle " I have a cousin don't I" her words small she hadn't meant to find out on purpose but she was curious about her aunt as her mother often spoken about her even sent letters to her which defiantly coursed some tension between her and the royal kings James and Anthony yet it had sparked a curiously within issy something she never felt before more then just her introverted shy happy go lucky self " do you miss your sister mum I mean you forgive her for what she did to you" Katherine took a deep breath responding calmly " she's my sister I miss her very much and I do wish to meet my neice she doesn't deserve to live on the isle neather of them do my sister wasn't evil sure she was flawed but arnt we all promise me Issy you won't hold ill will towards your aunt and cousin" "of course mother" she responded the fear inside her washing away reassured as they both looked towards the isle

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Lady button swept into her daughters room it was unusual for her daughter not to be up at this time since her lessons started soon her expression changed into worry as she saw Chatity paler then usual shaking like she was cold she placed a hand upon her forehead recoiled at the heat that pulsed through forcing a neutral expression upon her face she left the castle they called home and gracefully walked towards the market place on the isle grimacing at the commen folk she had to find medicine it was urgent and she had no idea when the next shipment would come and if there was going to be medicine on it it was rare so when kids fell ill well it never ended well but no she couldn't think like that she wouldn't losse her daughter no so she marched on finding the stall she was looking for manned by a boy a little younger then her daughters age she tried to remeber if she had seen his face before but it wasn't as if she left the castle often she castle schooled charity her whole life she only was let out if it was with her gang safety in numbers and all that she batted for about five mints before yanking out five coins out taking the bottle and returning to her castle she was many things but she cared for her daughter in her words she was a villian with a heart perhaps that's why despite being allied with them she detested Julien and Thomas she entered her daughters room unclasped the bottle and poured it into her mouth Charity's shaking stopped her colour returned to her face " mother" her mother cut her off " its OK Charity you need to rest" a rare smile crept across her features a genuine smile she only kept for her daughter as she began humming a lalubuy which caused Charity to shut her eyes and fall back asleep as she watched over her as she murmers" I may be hard on you but never forget I love you maybe not in the way a hero would but no matter what your my daughter always and forever" she tucked a losse strand of her daughters hair back under her ear and just stayed their

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Katherine higham paced up and down how the hell did she break this news to them it wasn't good news she took a deep breath as the door opened and in came the brothers still in their achery gear they saw Katherine's face taunt like she was holding back something which unselted them both taking a good look at both of them unknowing how to break the news to them she spoke softly " it's um I know your proberly wondering why im calling you in here and I really wish it was good news but I'm afraid it's not" she caught the words in her mouth so used to keeping up a cool and collected front she looked around the room gathering up her courage before spilling it out her words came out hurried and rushed " your grandfather is dead" a look of shock filled Alex while Patrick jr felt tears in his eyes Katherine face filled with sympathy " we found out earlier this morning one of the vidio chats was set up through a feed to the isle I am so sorry just take all the time you need" as she excited the room spilling that news was one of the hardest things she had done Alex gulped and turned to Patrick jr seeing the tears in his eyes Alex turned to him pulling him into a hug a numb feeling creeping up him they both knew relief would flood through a lot of people when they found out and they couldn't blame them knowing what he had done to them to keath Darren dean to himself but they know how complicated he was they left the office and entered their dorm taking deep breaths both of them conflicting emotions running through each of them
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The house was a mess blood smeared the walls and glass lay shattered on the floor chairs unturned a plate of cold food lay on the table bolognise Patrick's dead son favourite meal he lay on the floor withering on the ground pain shot through him yet a smille crept onto his face a unsettling smille his grandsons wouldn't morn him he felt sure of that not with how he had fucked them up lied to them their whole life's he let out a yelp as he stabbed his leg with a kitchen knife watching the blood flow out let out some air of satifaction he wasn't sure why ironic how he was torturing himself the way he'd wanting to torture keath Darren dean if he had even got off this blasted isle he wasn't sober which just intensified everything but in a weird way he yearned for this karma he called it in his head how he had fallen let grief twist him into somone unrecognisable thomas should be here soon that was the plan irony was not lost on him a man he loathed helping him end the monster he had become the door flung open Thomas was here for once his insufferable smirk wasn't their instead a somber expression graced his face almost as if he regretted the volatile nature of their relationship almost he would never regret something like that not in his nature he took a bread knife and stabbed him in the shoulder like they had planned Patrick closed his eyes as he let the pain seep through he wanted this he felt he deserved this it wasn't the first time he self harmed or even broke down but he wanted out peace reflection told him that he failed everyone he claimed to care about become a monster he loathed himself Thomas's eyes softened slightly before continuing on with the plan carved scars of insalts things Patrick knew he was remarkably this was the longest time he'd been calm since his son was killed he calmly braced himself for the ending blow a blow to his heart pearced clean through with an knife the blood flowing out rapidly like a waterfall spluttering on the hard wooden floorboards the last thoughts he ever thought was that despite evrything he loved and missed his grandsons as he took his last breath in Thomas's arms his arm clumsly reaching for Thomas shoulder missing just by inches to which Thomas rectified gingerly placing Patrick's arm on his shoulder a peace offering he supposed as Thomas lay their watching him die covered in blood thankfully it wasn't his usual bergandy waistcoat it was a baidge one in honer of Patrick he supposed a somber expression crept onto his face knowing that despite evrything Patrick's grandsons would mourn at least the man he once was

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Alex clenched his fists tightly red rage boiled his blood unlike Patrick jr who hadn't spoken since the news of their grandfather's death he busted himself with achery meanwhile he couldn't bare to even look at a bow hiding himself away in the dorm room shutting everyone bar his brother out what killed him most is they never got to make it right and now they never will he let tears roll down his face he dint know what to think the man their grandfather was after his dad's death which he dint even remember how it changed him how it changed how they were raised oh God he thought as the door swung open revealing his brother Charity Ashton and Cassidy all wearing somber expressions they dint know the full piture of their relationship with him but they knew enough knew that there was genuine love buried down sometimes shown but mostly behind closed doors because noone saw him for the man Patrick sr once was Patrick cleared his throat" his body's still in our house on the isle miss Higham said we could go their as long as we had guards after with what happened on the isle with Erica or they would take his body to here so we can you know say our goodbye's" his voice wobbled his lip trembling those were his first words since he had found out Charity Ashton and Cassidy took their turns to speak with comforting words before leaving knowing the brothers would need time Alex closed his eyes taking a breath" have you told scarlett or her father" Patrick jr shook his head "not yet I I God I never thought losing him would hit this hard not after evrything the lies the rage episodes"

"I know" Alex muttered under his breath "it's hard to rember the good time the times when we knew he loved us and" he bounce broke off tears flooding his eyes again rolling down his pain hands trembling which Patrickjr immediately spotted little ques in body language they had always been close thick as thieves and would never wane even though they had their found family since arriving at button kingdom had grown to which both had been greatful for even if no one understood that they needed to grieve him well it was personal they dint know what their life was like not on the isle which caused both boys to shudder as they looked towards the isle in the distance

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Cassidy scoffed as she strode down the isle streets her grandfather thought it was time for her to claim gang members because according to him it would strengthen her reputation over the isle or whatever she already had her rep but she understood and if it got her closer to the goal of making him proud he would do anything for that not to mention her sister had been building a gang and well he was fuming at that she wrapped her blazer round tighter round her body spotting a girl with blonde locks dressed head to toe in cream could be no other then Charity button she herd of her of course a lady in training after her mother could be an assert she thought to herself as she began to tag her territory like usual she was feirce people dint mess with her unless they wanted a bloody nose she smirked almost taunting Charity who whipped round"eh princess what ya doing outside of ya castle ya know it's unsafe if ya alone" the words she spoke very true as she forced herself to remain calm cool and collected Charity just raised her head almost defiant but not quite slighly timid she responded coolly" are you going to jump me and riun your outfit so unladylike you know you could at least try and have some class" Cassidy stopped dam so she was fiesty as well as gorgeous maybe she was right about her a small smille crept onto her face but she quickly curved her lips into a smirk drawling " you sew huh intresting I mean my grandfather's quite neutral with your mother eh you any good at being a second in command" Charity turned stunned she dint know what to expect when Cassidy of all people took intrest in her mainly guys did when she was let out of her lessons from her mother huh well mother did say aline with who can help your reputation she thought to herself and she was relieved even if Cassidy was rather uncouth for her liking still no one was perfect she let out a flirty grin excited " it's a pleasure ya know but seriously you could get some tips from me because you can serve I believe" and with that cassidy stuck her hand out while Charity gracefully shook her hand gracefully walking next to Cassidy who huffed rolling her eyes playfully

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Humphry took in a exasperated sigh as he finshed marking his students chemistry work it had took him an hour and a half which meant Parker had been catching up on extra school work or debate prep he may not have been the most prominent figure in his sons life but he was working on it as he quickly tidied the classroom and switched off the lights as he walked through the sparse corridor he was wearing a dark grey suit with a light red shirt black flats a digital watch sat on his right wrist his dark brown hair short and shaved at the sides quite a different look to what he was used to he entered the room his son was in a smille on his face as Parker looked up from his debate prep and gathered up his things slinging his bag across his shoulder they walked to his car in silence Humphry opened the car and they both got in clearing his throat " Parker I need to talk to you about your mother" he dint speak of his ex wife much not that it was a sore subject the divorce ended amicably for both of them joint custody as well he held no resentment for her and likewise clearing his thoughts about her he spoke again " she's moving back in with us for a while look I know it's not ideal but his voice died off suddenly his words caught up could he tell him what really went on in their past the arranged marriage the plot the fact that she was nearly sent to the isle it was only because she was cleared of any involvement of the plot Parker caught his dad's face the topic of his mother it wasn't stright forward he knew she had been falsy acuseed of bad things but she had been cleared of he allegations of treason thanks to his dad who vouched for her despite their somewhat loveless and aranged marriage he cared about her despite what his father thought he knew more then he let on " it's ok father I get it she's been having it rough of late some people still think the allegations were true but there not" he took a breath putting on a reassuring smile on his face noticing his dad's shaky hands as he pulled into the drive way his mother on the doorstep

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The news had spread round fast in truth he dint know what to feel relief he supposed which sounded shit he knew that as he took a look at Patrick jr and Alex his grandsons he dint know much of how isle life was for them but he knew they had a complex relationship with him I mean he was insane to put it lightly he shuddered he dint want to even imagine the things that man had wished to do to him he'd herd stuff a shiver ran down his spine taking a breath to study his nerves and walk over to them to what he thought he dint want to shock them the guilt he still felt for their fathers death was immense and no amount of therapy could ever make him forget the way their grandfather looked at him that night

"Ok deep breaths Keith" he muttered clearing his throat he strode across the room to Patrick jr and Alex who were in a corner desperate to ignore the attention the fake concern fake sadness that citizens had been giving them they knew there grandfather's death brought a lot of relief within the kingdom even with him banished on the isle.

Patrick jr and Alex nodded to each other as they saw Keith make his way over finally somone who understood how they felt well maybe Keith sighed taking a deep breath speaking softly " I'm sorry about your grandfather I know he was um complicated"
Alex spoke up first" your not wrong about complicated we don't even know how he died they are doing tests not because we suspect something we just well you know curious but deep down we knew the man he once was still there even if he faded each day" a forlorn look crossed his face rembering their last interaction the dreaded vidio call that happened as a special surprise from their headmistress
Patrick jr piped up next " we know how bad you feel about our dad's death still even though we never held a grudge besides your a decent man and we love being part of the achery team now as the Co captains" which brought a smile to Alex's face before falling slighly "were heading to the isle this afternoon to see his body and to bury him and we might take a break from you know the achery team "

Keith suddenly.looked stunned that was soon very soon it had only been a few days since they had found out but quietly understood they wanted closure and time to grieve his mouth running dry slighly stuttering slighly" off course take all the time you need away from the team I'll find somone who can captain in your abensence" he bit his lip chiding himself jesus Keith no more questions and with that he left he needed time to curse himself into oblivion as he walked away Patrick jr sighed somewhat in relief yet sadness flickering in his eyes while Alex remained stiffly upright tugging his brothers arm he had to get out of here

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Julien paced up and down his two grandaughters had just been born his daughter Racheal lay on a couch breathing deeply Trinity In her arms she seemed healthy for isle standards and right now that's all that mattered he spoke a smooth drawl " well not so useless for one thing are you" disdain flooding his features twisting them into a grimace "time for you to cough up "he smirked smuggly which made Racheal want to smack him she set Trinity down and stood up shakily picking up her other daughter Cassidy "here you are father" she said curtly Julien held his Cassidy in his arms " you won't fail me will you little one no ill make quite sure of that my heir" before casting one glance towards his daughter they had never got along but they shared one thing a love of evil it ran deep in their blood for 6 genrations "goodbye racheal" he said with such contempt like he was ashamed of her and he was to some extent they both dint want to be associated with each other for one Racheal was done trying to be the perfect carbon copy he wanted from her a small pool of guilt swept through her as she thought of the life she had subjected one of her grandaughters to she pushed it down feelings made you weak on the isle Trinity had started crying jesus she thought this is going to be a long night as she set Trinity in her lap rocking her he dint evening here the door slam Julien had excited with out a trace well she thought to herself at least I'm free of him he doesn't exist in my world and I don't in his world

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Ivy sighed she was so used to putting on a facade pretending that she was strong and while she knew she was she still felt doubt creep up on her could she really do this I mean only four places no guarantee but her father and the others would encourage her to go for it a smille graced her face but that swiftly turned into a frown her father he would need looking after she and the other villagers did their best but each day he got worse so bad that they had to rely on Thomas Thorne of all people to help them anger flooded through her she hated thinking of him it made her think of Ashton and well he was now in button kingdom living his best life so different a traiter to evill but most of all what could if been between them not romantically that wasn't what happened not on the isle it was more like partners in crime and hook ups nothing was guaranteed to last forever she thought about her chance she might as well and just prey she dint get picked unlike other kids on the isle she had blood family who cared mot many got that kind of love she sighed again a sigh of her stubbornness fianly waning as she filled in the document and rolled it up placing it in her satchel shed drop it off later when she went to scavenge the barge for the latest shipments some of them had been improving and she knew it must have been down to cassidy and Co she was snapped out of her thoughts by John and Walter entering hurriedly panic flooding both their faces Ivy knew what it meant the medicine hadn't been working for her father she sprung into action finding her father still bedridden pale his features twisting in pain she took a deep breath as she fed him a vial of medicine it was the only stuff she had secured from the market it should do enough for now

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Alex sighed as they stepped out of the limo Erica had somehow manged to get them permission to go back to the isle despite it being dangerous for them as traiters to evil they wished for for a proper goodbye to their grandfather Patrick sr bucher he turned to his brother Patrick jr who had his hands clasped together barely stopping them from shaking they shared a look before exciting their second visit since they left all those months ago thanks to ericas first decree the walked together ins silence keeping a low profile they would be in an out and noone would know well that was the idea as they fianly stood outside their childhood home memories flooded through the pair of them good and bad crossing over in their minds they both took a deep breath and entered the house was a mess however their grandfather died it was violent just like his rages then they sported his body dried blood smeared all over scars littered his skin words no insalts carved into his skin they shared yet another look it was clear to them that he had self harmed before he decided to end his life they knew the cause of his death now but it did nothing to settle the uneasy feeling that was building up in both of them so in sink always one of their strengths Alex could not stop staring at the dead body of his grandad the insalts carved into him said monster unlovable bastard and other words but two other words carved in his arm Patrick jr had got his attention a simple I'm sorry that seemed the fresher carved wound the blood was still light red slighly Alex couldn't take it any more as he let tears flow down his face clutching the dead body Patrick jr usually the stoic one better at hiding his feelings better at pushing people away comforted him rubbing his back soothingly they say no one morns the wicked but they did

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Issy stared at the text Erica had sent it was stright to the point as always Erica was always direct a trait she defintly got from her father James we need to talk issy wasn't close to alot of people but the crown princess was an exception she actually saw issy not for the shy girl she was but for the kind sweet girl she was even if she faded into the background which dint bother her one bit what did bother her is that it sounded urgent like something bad had happened to the crown princess her stomach churned the uneasy feeling churning in her stomach she sighed took a deep breath willing herself to not over think as she often did as she spotted Erica in the crowd a smille on her face dressed in a gorgeous light green summer dress which complimented her pale skin her easy going demeanor and willingness to see the best in everyone warmed issys heart if only she was less shy she thought to herself more out going a bitter smille crawled upon her face but she took a breath she composed herself despite the slither of jealousy then ran through her mind but that quickly faded focus issy she chimed herself under her breath Erica pulled her to a spot that wasn't busy she was shaking so uncompised so unlike the easy going composed image she was known for well she had to be as the crown princess Issy gave her a reassuring smile " I got your text it's not bad news it's just you seem nervous and we'll are you ok" the words tumbled out of her mouth a mixture of her own nerves and trying to reasure her with whatever she wished to share Erica took a breath a smille back upon her face as she spoke softly " Issy I'm bisexual I wanted to tell you first because well I'm nervous to tell Barney you know how he can get sometimes I've already told my parents but beside from that your the first" issy looked stunned for a moment she was preparing herself for bad news not for the crown queen to come out it warmed her heart that she was the first out her friends to know even before Barney a smille soon graced her face " that's amazing oh we should so go to pride and when you ready you can tell the others I mean parker ocean Scarlett and even Barney and Aaron" she was aware she was rambling so she clamped her mouth shut even though the excitement practically coursed through her every month there was a pride parade in honer of captain James Havers and Lutientent Anothony Havers it was put in place when they were elected the highs kings of button kingdom the first lgbtq + rulers for any kingdom marked a real historical moment Erica face broke into relief as she pulled Issy into a hug

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Cassidy woke up with a start her grandfather was ranting about revenge it dint happen to often but when it did she never got sleep she crept downstairs her grandfather dint notice her which pleased her it meant her stealth skills had improved it happened quit often her sneaking out at night seeking refuge in her hideout the go to place for her or he rgang members when being at home became to much finally she crept into the hideout taking a breath a guarded expression crawled onto her face just in case something happened she knew something was different about her the way she felt about girls over guys not that she cared for hookups but she knew that everytime Charity gushed about finding a son if a noble son of a lord a goal inflicted on Charity by her mother she hadn't told anyone of course not talking about sexuality was quite taboo on the isle but it dint stop her from wishing she could act on it her mind flew back to the girl she had been dreaming of Erica being lost in her thoughts dint happen much she was known for her composure her stoic mask her eagernesss to want to prover herself to her grandfather which caused her smille to fall suddenly footsteps and she braced herself pulling her sword close just in case so when Ashton came through the door the sword fell from her grip a tight lipped smille crossed her face speaking somewhat annoyed "Ashton what are you doing here I thought you were Trinity or one of her gang members Ashton let out a lopsided grin "nah you can chill Cass just me the eye candy of your gang" he smirked a smug expression graced his features cassidy smirked back " you wish I'd say Charity would take that role more then you" as she rolled her eyes almost playfully she knew full well what a facde he put up thanks to his father but she wernt going to tell him that better keep up that illusion for him she thought mischievously speaking up curtly "all jokes aside just take the sofa" to which Ashton saunted over and curled up on the sofa Ashton was somewhat lucky if being with his father ever got to much for him Lady button had been known to take him in not often but he had perks of being in Cassidys gang his mind flashed through the events bitterly anger seeping out his lips curled up with disdain cassidy was torn between teasing him and asking what happened but she dint want to pick a fight right now not with Ashton in this state he lost all semblance of control in fighting which dint happen often
She herself sat next to him she never admit it to anyone none of them would but she saw the gang as family her found family so maybe she could tell him " Ashton you know how you and Charity talk about hookups often" she paused not quite sure how to word it taking a breath she composed herself speaking softly so unlike the image she projected on the isle softer moments where very rare for her and only happened between her and her gang members
" I'm a lesbien you know I find girls hot in the way you do" she had no idea how he thought of the lgbtq+community on the isle because it just wasn't talked about she suddenly thought what if she hadn't been born into villiany and on the isle would button kingdom been the same never talk about it as if it's something to just brush off her thoughts flickered back to Ashton his face unreadable before it broke into a small smille " wow am I the first you've told" an arrogent smille wormed it's way on his face as she nodded they both didn't show phiscal affection not in the way Charity or the twins did they both knew it was they way they had been raised phiscal affection caused her to shudder reminding her of scars she had and for him it just felt empty wishing his father cared

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Ashton Thorne would never be as good as his father the only thing his father would ever say to him in fact the only times Thomas remembered he had a son was when peitry was involved so dead set on the notion that if his son wasn't a poet or at the standard he believed he should be at he clenched his fists his fingers nails digging in to his palms remember the facade he thought they all had roles they played himself and the gang he was apart of sometimes he knew he played the role to well it was exhausting masking the whole time he forced his head up forced himself to gaze into his father's cold vacant stare another day of him not existing his poetry lessons were done for the day the only thing his father bothered to teach him before he stomped into the study locking himself away from the world proberly another poem on how unjust his fathers life was because naturally his father was a victim in his mind Ashton forced himself to stay calm fight against the rage burning at the back of his throat itching to lash out screaming to make himself heard a silent cry that he never mangened to voice The only one who knew the true extent of his home life was Charity and her mother as he'd been able to stay a few nights there but as a general rule you dint tell anyone about your home life not even your gang members unless you were at risk of being killed but it was rare because they were the next generations the heirs of evil one day meant to follow their footsteps if they ever got off this blasted isle it was even rarer for a villian parent to step in even if they knew what a child's home life was like but lady button was an exception to that rule and no one questioned it as she had her own wicked reputation in her own right and was part of Juliens allience and they ruled the isle

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Barney smirked smuggly as he kissed Erica on the lips making a big show of it in the school corridor no one knew of his argument they had about ericas proclamation which had swept round the school like a wildfire he was untouchable soon to be a lord of the court after Erica got crowned and he loathed the fact that Erica proclamation got passed through he caught Aaron on his way to lunch and strided towards him to catch up to him the were remarkablely simuler in personality both sons of nobility who believed them to be better then most but still capable of an act which they played perfectly Aarons face lit up when Barney caught up to him " so got the notes" Barney asked Aaron to which Aaron smilled a easy going smile showing him the notes he made it was their plan to try and stop Ericas proclamation from going through a petition if enough people signed they hoped the proclamation would fall flat on its face

Later when Barney got home his grandfather sat on a armchair his face clouded with rage he made his hatred of the isle very clear and his distaste for ericas proclamation Barney was very much a carbon copy of him just how he had raised him a hatred for the fawcetts who had wronged their family massively with unspeakable crimes the grudge had grown stronger with how Barclay aged an insufferable old man in his 60s rather portly but with a well established reputation across button kingdom he'd set up the relationship between Barney and Erica which seemed to have been going swimmingly apart from her proclamation
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Charity knew she was lucky in regards to her relationship with her mother despite what others thought she was great at reading people seeing through bulshit so when she saw Patrick jr and Alex together shaken up well more then usual there grandfather's rage often did a number of damage in their house and all isle houses were thin walled and close to each other she bit her lip a bad habit she had acquired she forced her lip back pursed into a smile on guard as always as you had to be on the isle today the streets were busyer then usual it was shipment day so naturally the markets were swarmed the twins were both shaking not of fear but waryness they were the only ones of the gang who dint have an act of such but that dint make the roles in the gang any less worthy always on guard underestimated mischief in their blood it was the anversry of their fathers death which meant their grandfather's normal bouts of rage or overprotectivness were worse tainted with a grief corrupted stain Charity saw their looks of numbness the feeling of hopelessness they felt Even if their grandfather scared her not that she would admit a bit to proud for that plus fear wasn't ladylike she made a promise to the twins to always have their back and they the same for her an extra layer of loyalty for them perks she supposed for being in cassidys gang and for her mothers reputation Charity torn her gaze to them focusing on her surroundings and her protective instincts for the twins they were two years younger then her Ashton and Cassidy the looked round the busting streets markets stalls selling bits and peaces their outfits which she made herself had hers a cotton dress fitted in a cream fabric leggings adorned her legs a belt around her dress ladylike and practical just in case something broke out the boys outfits were matching like usual a baige colour scheme adorned them both cargo shorts long sleeves and leather jackets adorned with studs which Charity had sewed a while ago with the fabric she had manged to haggle for at the markets a few months ago she cranned her neck kept on guard the twins did the same Alex held an air of nonchalance and Patrick jr an air of disdain before they found what they were looking for a stall maned by Eleanor Higham when she wasn't busy looking after her daughter she sold fabrics for clothes and old books anything she could find that she and her daughter could agord to live with out Chatity was usualy the talker of the group but this time Alex spoke up his soft voice cutting the tension they felt inside " just the photo frame and two bars of the cream fabric please" Eleanor smiled grabbing two rolls of the fabric and the cracked photo frame passing them over as Patrick jr passed over the payment three coins and a moldy loaf of bread to which Eleanor took placing them in her apron at least she and her daughter wouldn't go hungry tonight

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Destiny wistfully sighed looking out her bedroom window her mother frantic as ever pacing up and down her face drenched with sweat before speaking softly " destiny darling I want you to know I don't hold a grudge ok not against your aunt in fact we've been sending letters for a while now and turns out she has a daughter your age called issy Destiny perked up she had never fitted in on the isle to soft she had often wondered what would of happened if things were different what button kindgom was like her mother had only mention her aunt a few times but this was the first time she was told of having any other family a smile graced her face "issy" she murmered softly her gaze headed stright through the distant land which was button kingdom she dint know exactly what had gone down between her mother and her aunt but she knew enough that her mother had done bad things things no decent person would even consider fueled her her jealousy of her which sealed her fate she turned her gaze back to her mother who had stopped pacing up and down her gaze softening into a solem gaze regret practically radiating off of her which she lived with always She sighed taking in her daughters tensed posture she could tell she was thinking of the bombshell she had just dropped on her taking a breath she knelt down to comfort her "it's ok darling if you like I can maybe let you write a letter to her" issy had stopped shaking nodding a little grin forming on her face as she stood back from her mother "does this means I can get more clients for the salon" her mother laughed " let's walk before we run or ok you know how I feel about you dealing with clients nothing crazy" a stern look crossed her face which Destiny knew she had to obey "fine mother" as she opened up the salon asmille upon her face maybe Charity and her mother would come in they had become frequents

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Ashton curled up on the floor his living arrangements were far from ideal so used to the facade he always showed but him at home the timid boy who just wished for his father to care more then just poetry the only thing his father deemed to care enough about resentment simmering through his body a feeling he always fought to control he had to the stakes of his gang the reputation they had their familys had it was his birthday a bittersweet day for it reminded him of his mother before she died of a sickness that swept across the isle killed his mother and the sibling that he would of had he often wondered what it would be like to have a sibling would he be like Alex and Patrick jr always having each other's backs or torn apart like the way cassidy and Trinity had been since birth his father Thomas swept into the room a casual look of disdain flooding his features curtly he grabbed him with caused Ashton to stumble not used to his fathers grip it was tight suffocating like being stuck in a sealed cave Ashton just gritted his Teath before he was released Thomas just nodded curtly at him aprasing his apearence one of the only things he bothered to care about he thought bitterly he looked just like him as always but his curly hair had been running wild of late he'd been stressed he loathed his birthday this awkwardness of his father pretending he gave a shit about him when he was just a means to the end an heir to him in which his so called good poetry could be passed down that was all he was taught about he father spoke again "Ashton we need to talk you've been slipping your poetry getting worse not that it ever been as good as mine" he drawled the arrogence practically crawling onto his face he kept his head up high responding calmly despite the anger running through him he won't break not now not ever one day he would be a worthy thorne " of course father ill do better" he kept his voice calm even he'd rather not piss him off when they barely spoke to each other when this was the only way to have his attention which he yearned for his father swept off his heart sunk just a smidge he thought maybe he would acknowledge his birthday but as always it never happened cassidy told him to stop getting his hopes up but evry year he yearned for a simple happy birthday from his father it dint seem like much to ask

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Ocean knew he faded into the background it dint stop him from wishing more for himself of course he did he yearned for more then just the joke at least he had mates issy Scarlett Parker and Erica herself it's not as if he was jealous per say it's just he always wanted to be a ladies man like Barney effortlessly was for his lady Erica scorned by him for his commen blood no where near as good at him aprasing himself in the mirror calming himself trying out a new chessy pick up line he found online he finger gunned in the mirror a smile pulled on to his face ok so he faeled bad lying to his parents acting as if Barney and Aaron made him feel like crap he checked his bruise from yestoday it was purpled nastily and it was tender to touch withdrawing his hand with a hiss his mother called for him "shit"he mumbled as he finished of his outfit shoving his jacket on running down the stairs almost barreling into his father his mother a smille on her face making breakfast the usual porridge and blueberries shoving it into his mouth as his father chided " slow down ocean you'll choke" a stern gaze upon his face which softened into a smile as he ruffled his hair swiped a arm round his wife pulling her into a calming hug whispering comforting words embarised by his parents affection he rolled his eyes playfully murmering "get a room" under his breath as he finshed his breakfast putting his bowl to the sink ducking to avoid his fathers bear hug which only made his father more determined to which his mother just smilled at the sight of her husband and son bonding cutting through the playfulness her caring voice cut through " careful dear I think ocean yields" to which Ocean just grinned his hands up in surrender as his father scooped him up in his arms carrying him bridal style to the car they had always been a tactile family phiscal affection ran in their family the strong bond unshakable Ocean grinned at his father as they pulled up to school one last hug before he departed for school sinking into the background he made sure to treasure his fathers hugs

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Alex crept down stairs the the usually loud house hold filled with their grandfather's rage and promises of revenge he wished to commit if he ever got of the isle he winced at the thought of his grandfather craving that sick satisfaction he turned abruptly towards the living room not many familys celebrated Christmas not on the isle that is but it was the one garenteed day where there grandfather would try to regulate the only issue with that is of course the way he did was unhealthy to say the least was alchol it was the only other way to cope Alex sighed the kind of sigh that could rival a poet losing their source of inspiration he flickered the light on Patrick jr was already up his hair a mess today he was wearing a baidge top a baide leather jacket with zippers and matching baidge shorts made by some left over fabric Charity had turns out she was quite the seamstress thought Alex as he took in his own ensemble of clothing the same yet different where patrick Jr's outfit was fully baidge his had dark brown stitching and he wasn't wearing a jacket they were both a spiting image of their deceased father both tall for their age and lanky with bright cerualen blue eyes with mops of light brown hair that had grown a bit to long and needed cutting he gaze cut from his brother to their grandfather still asleep stinking of alchol it was clear to him that he'd had an outburst the night before Alex grimaced before whispering to Patrick jr"how long has he been like this"
Patrick finely looked up at his brother a somber expression on his face he often was the more serious of the two they balanced each other well and were as thick as thieves " a few hours he won't wake" Alex sighed almost in defeat it was almost like their grandfather had given up as the years went by his sanity what little was left seemed to get shredded torn up by his hatred of keath Darren dean and the grief of losing his son Carefully Alex crept to where Patrick jr was and gave him a shake gentle of course they both knew their grandfather's rage well With a start Patrick sr bolted up a look of shock then anger then relief then fianly recognition flittered on his face he groaned hung over his head throwing the pain searing like a bell ringing in his head just how much had he drunk how much had he lost control and on Christmas eve no less he struggled to get up his balance thrown of for a while his grandsons left to his side steadying him while Alex steadied him Patrick jr got a glass of water from the kitchen which was a mess from the past few days chairs strewn over the room smashed glass the table filled to the brim with crockery Patrick jr carefully made his way through unscathed manged to grab a glass and filled it with water goodness knows how much he'd drunk he thought bitterly he entered the other room passing the glass of water to their grandfather who manged to grip it tightly in his hand a scowl upon his face as if rembering his boys death again the spark of rage that burned brighter then a candle lit flame burning evrything inside of him he took the glass to his lips and gulped it down with such speed it made sonic look slow setting the empty glass down the throbbing in his head clearing slighly "Christmas day"he muttered gruffly
A hint of fondness ran through his voice as if he was rembering the man he once was when his boy was alive when he was a sane man he took a deep shuddery breath as if trying to evaporate the burning rage he felt each and every day but for once that didn't matter what mattered was his grandsons they never did a lot for christmas but it was a special day for them all as he fished in his shirt pocket two clumsly wrapped small items in his hands Alex and Patrick jr shared a look of excitement the fact that they got at least one present a year every Christmas and birthday meant a lot to them it meant despite evrything he cared albeit overprotectively but it was more then what most got slowly to savour the moment they opened their gifts together two pocket journals one in a dark grey and one in a dark green dusty and with few ripped pages"not the best condition" he growled out lowly "but it was the best I could find on a stall" A look of greatfulness flashed through both of his grandsons face's to which a small smille tugged at his lips despite himself he pulled them both close as if he lt go he would losse them as he had lost his son he spoke again gruff almost a growling thought tonight I'd introduce you to one of the best films ever to be created it's top gun" he wrapped his arms round both his grandsons for once he was in control not his rage

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Erica smiled as she slipped into her golden dress she had a busy Christmas morning helping decorating the castle and helping with the homeless shelter along with issy who was like a sister to her she gave a twirl as Barney entered the room sweeping her off her feet litrually betrothed to each other just a couple of years ago she let out a giggle her long braided brown hair swishing as Barney set her down today he was in green suit her favorite colour a regal air flooded through each room he entered a smug sense that he was better then everyone they talked for a while intil in walked hand in hand ericas fathers Captain James his tense expression softening into a small smille at his beloved Anothony he was in his military gear his medals glinting in the sunlight that flittered through the windows his beloved Anothony was in form fitting black trousers his hair styled impeccably a white crisp shirt tucked in on top a green blazer undone a grin on his face as he stared lovingly into James eyes Erica rolled her eyes playfully "get a room you to" she murmed slighly embarised at the affection shown not that Erica had an issue with affection but she preferred the subtle time and well her fathers were as subtle as a brick she cleared her throat as the four of them went into the main room where the main table was set up the servants getting the food James and Anothony grined both taking a glass toasting it "to Erica and Barney may you make each other verry happy and set button kingdom into the greatest future" Barney just grinned smuggly as they tucked in to the feast meanwhile Erica was distracted she had been having dreams of late of a certain cassidy jenkins grandaughter of julien fawcett of the isle of the lost she was wondering when to tell them but she was fascinated about the isle specifically the kids they dint deserve to be on the isle just because of who they were born to not exactly something you can control unless your adopted like she was the days bled into each other perhaps she would go to the library try to find more about the isle of course only in the restricted section

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Patrick sr paced up and down the hall of his house he stared at his hands the same pair of hands that had almost killed thomas back on the vidio chat the smug git deserved it it was no secret despite them being part of juliens alience that he and thomas loathed each other he found him a right arse and a provoking one it's as if he liked seeing the rage burst out of him like a fire that burned everything in it spat leaving only destruction in its wake but beneath the rage was worry his grandsons they had stood up to him talked back to him with such determination he couldn't losse them not to keath Darren dean how the fuck had they been turned to see achers as something more then monsters where had he gone wrong but this worried him more then just his grandsons change of views on achers the plan that would set the barrier free and revenge would be his he let out a low dark chuckle the sick fantasy's that plagued his mind oh revenge would be sweet he would finely get rid of the whole of his heart that had been torn apart when his son was killed was he sane no was he pure evil no in his mind he was a villian by tragedy and loss of sanity which in turn made him dangerous he had a reputation across the isle the mad man and he loved it to an extent his gaze swept through the house eying the mess he made after yet another rage episode when his rage struck there wasn't many ways to calm him his grandsons where the only ones who could calm the storm if any one else tried well he almost felt sorry for them because the result would be nasty he undid his baidge shirt scars littered his body his grandsons dint know he had his secrets his lack of sanity and his issues he had with alchol well everyone knew about them news traveled fast on the isle and when you had a reputation like him he had a barrier surrounding him he loved his grandsons God more then revenge even if he showed it in a overprotective gruff rage filled way they were in many ways his weakness hence the alience he made with julien and the others protection on the isle was vital he would kill to keep his grandsons safe alive a small smille worked his way on his face got he'd not been coping well since the kids had departed to button kingdom

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Lady button let out a shrill shreik the contraptions almost to much to bear she stared at the nervous girl helping her give birth she was hardly qualified to but alas the isle dint have access to medical care button kindgom had made it almost impossible for that to happen all they got was monthly shipping's when she feel pregnant she had no idea what to do it's not as if abortion was an option but the isle was no place for children to live but here she was soon to be a mother deep inside she was worried she dint know how to be a mother she was a feared villian the girl turned to her calmly despite her heart thumping like a water fall she spoke softly she was a lowly sevent /hench girl to Toby nightingale hence why she was on the isle she helped a few villianesses give birth before but she was in no means qualified she bit her lip nervously to which Lady button curled up her lip snobishly before claiming her hand tightly on the girl wrist the pain erupting inside of her like a volcano erupting the girl spoke quickly with a nervous air"the baby's coming my Lady" Lady button face looked as if she had suckked on a lemon for too long the only silver lining she supposed is this baby would get out of her and she was sure they would be as beautiful as she was

A few hours later the girl gave the baby to their mother "it's a girl my lady"
Lady button heaved a sigh of relief flooding through her " a girl oh she's gorgeous isn't she just like her mother" the snobbish air disputed from her voice becoming something a little more genuine for now all that mattered was she wasn't alone anymore as she held her close to her chest she was exhausted the girl hovered over her "il leave you to rest my Lady"
Lady button paused "wait stay with you" it was abrupt harsh like she had always been but then she saw her girl wimper her girls blue eyes filling up with tears she panicked quickly what to do the girl got to action taking her baby from her soothing her " what's her name my lady you still haven't picked"

Lady button sighed an sort of irritated sigh merged with layer of worry how the hell was she going to be a mother of course a name for her darling girl she thought all the names in her mind sounded wrong like bronwyn or Victoria she stared at the girl a thoughtful look upon her face "you girl you never said your name"

"My name"she said startled no one had ever asked that of her before just for her to help with them giving birth as soon as the birth happened she was sent away to the next villainess "it's Charity my lady"
She mulled it over staring at her girl her golden blonde hair glinting almost as it lit up the darkness in her heart her ice heart melting slighly as she let love in for someone other then herself "then Charity it is yes Charity button has a nice ring to it doesn't it"

Charity smilled "indeed my lady" as she got dismissed Lady button pulled her girl closer a soft expression on her face like maturnal instincts she never thought she had setting in

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Ocean frowned he was worried concerned actually it's not as if he and Charity where in a bad spot per say it's just she had withdrawed and had spent almost all her time eather on the business or with her fellow vks but he got it it's not like he knew what any of them had gone through on the isle it had only been a couple of months after the courtillion he quickly look at his phone Issy wasn't here yet and he hadn't got a message so that meant she was still coming he had always been close with issy more so with her then anyone else with him being from commen blood and her naturally shy wanting to fade into the background but since the vks arrived she had grown in confidence massively ocean looked up from his phone and grinned when he spotted Issy today she was in an outfit Chatity had made a dark pink skirt and crop top her black hair put into two braids adorned with butterfly hairclips "issy there you are im glad uou came " as he went in for a hug sighing in relief Issy just nodded her smille sliding of her face "your worried about Charity arnt you I see it in your eyes you long to know what the isle was like don't you I do to but I don't blame them it's horrible to think about it isn't what ever happened she shuddered slighly thinking of the isle Alex very rarely talked of the isle and if he did it was brief and usually about gang memories not so much of his home life issy spoke to cassidy a few times and if the isle was mentioned she claimed up stiffly she saw ocean worried face "it's not our burden to bare unless they want to share it ocean I know your worried about Charity of course you are you love her but if she wants to share she will just give her time ok Ocean nodded ashamed of himself he made Chatity withdraw even when it wasn't his intent he dont have any right knowing about Charity's life on the isle unless she wished to share it he grimaced annoyed at himself "thank you issy for reminding me"

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Alex flinched as his grandfather stalked down the alleyway a wip in his hand curved at the man the man who dared to harm his grandsons the only family he had left the only reason he kept going he had his reputation sure but his grandsons needed protection he would be dammed if he would losse his grandsons to the isle the whip crashed down crimson blood spilling down the man's stomach his body shaking he let out a blood curdling scream whimpering he still mangened to sneer at his grandsons Patrick glared how dare he as he grabbed him tightly violently stabbing him over again "this is what happens when you harm my grandsons what you think I don't care about anything or anyone well your so wrong" he growled out venom seeping through his tone he paused smiling sadistically his rage culminated into a beast so to speak he let the whip fall out of his hands as he watched the man wither in pain satisfied he smirked he warned the isle now anyone dared to lay a hand to his grandsons well there would be hell to pay and he could get creative his insanity helping in that department his grandsons hovered in the corner their injuries patched up earlier stood up shakily a shudder ran through them half greatful but half scared by how far there grandfather would go to keep them safe meanwhile their grandfather took a deep breath shuddering he hadn't been sober for a week and theat decision was catching up to him yes he get his grandsons protection he would not losse them even if it his insanity consumed him to the point of no return the man was dead the threat to his grandsons was gone but the isle had monsters worse them him in his mind he was evil yes insane yess he lost to much he couldn't losse his grandsons he strolled towards them grimacing as he knelt down embracing them "that is what shall happen if somone dares to harm you" he growled the threat predominant in his words