— ❝「 ᴍᴇᴀɴᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs;

mason williams. hitman. jolly roger. When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.

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joshrad:

“Nothing a drink and some painkillers won’t fix.” If anyone understood the hazards of the job, it was Mason. He had seen the man in worse states after a hit. For all the planning that could go into the beforehand, sometimes it just didn’t play out as envisioned. That’s what made a good hitman – the ability to adapt. 

You sure? Mason could feel the words forming in his mouth, but they never made it past his lips. As most of Mason’s words of concern and worry did most of the time. Instead he nodded, knowing full well just how much good a drink and some painkillers could work after a job. Albeit, Mason didn’t use either of those to dull the guilt and remorse like Josh probably did. “Fix yourself up and we’ll go grab that drink then.”

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joshrad:

“What?” Josh asked, as though the marks on his face weren’t glaring. His latest hit had more fight left in him than he anticipated. It had mirrored his own own will to survive when he had been held captive. Distant days that still crossed his mind. Empathy hadn’t been enough to deter him from finishing his assignment. 

“Few cuts and bruises. It’s nothing.”

“It doesn’t look like nothing.“ Mason didn’t care much, Josh could take care of himself and didn’t need to be treated like an infant. Hook had asked Mason to check in with Josh after Dante’s death though, he had been meaning to follow up with the Captain’s request until his sister had forbidden him from visiting them in their home unless it was only under the pretence of her brother, not Hook’s hitman.

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reesetherobber:

Reese looked up as though threatened as someone slid into the opposite side of his booth as he was midway through his apple pie. In prison every move was a power struggle, the cafeteria had been a battleground for dominance and more than once something as meaningless as chocolate mousse had ended up in an infirmary visit. Despite being free nearly a month now, he hadn’t been able to shake that mindset. 

Mason remembered that feeling — the constant sense of being on your toes, as if you were walking on egg shells or waiting for the other shoe to drop. He remembered how agitated he had been for the first month or two after serving his sentence in prison. How many more fights he had started in bars over thinking somebody was looking at him the wrong way. And when he had strangled a shop assistant when he had took a trip outside of Neverland; he had thought they were trying to make a move against him when all they had been doing was tapping him on the shoulder to give him something he had forgotten at the till. 

“It’ll go,“ Mason said as he registered the alarm on Reese’s face, “In time.“

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mvchellerad:

“I am aware of that.” Michelle may not have been happy with Josh’s decision about remaining in Neverland- hell, a few years prior, she had left him for that very reason. But she had returned because like it or not, she loved him more than she hated this place. 

“Josh is a grown man, he makes his own choices and we figure out how to live with them afterwards. But you encourage him to be like you to make all this easier to stomach and that’s what terrifies me.” 

She often wondered what her life would have been like if she had never met Josh, never met Eric, never saw the devastation that her own brother left behind. So many men had shaped her, leaving her to wonder at times if her lies were the only thing that had been left of the person she once was. “I love him because none of this is easy for him. It’s too late for any of us to be good but the more you try to smooth this path, the further he gets from the person I chose. I can help him weather these storms, I can stand by him when it’s too much to bear, but do not ask me to watch as my husband becomes someone else so that you and Hook no longer have to concern yourself with his emotional wellbeing.”  

But you encourage him to be like you to make all this easier to stomach and that’s what terrifies me. Michelle’s words cut deeper than any knife ever had, cutting into him like a thousand, sharp little thorns. Mason knows that he’s a monster, that he does unthinkable things that he will one day have to pay for in tenfold. That was why he kept his distance from his family for all those years, so they never had to know this side of him. So they never had to witness The Crocodile in action and be ashamed or afraid of him. The Mason they knew was still in there somewhere, buried under the pile of dead bodies he had racked up over the years. 

“Being like me isn’t the worst thing in the world.“ Her words still feel like a slap in the face, but he doesn’t show it on his face. As always he’s cold, steely and unreadable. Any inkling of emotion he was feeling was quickly buried again. “If Josh was more like me then you wouldn’t have to weather those storms with him. You wouldn’t have to carry his burdens with him. His emotions are what make him dangerous, not me or the Captain trying to help him to bury the guilt and the remorse.“

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deadlydonnelly:

“Just keeping the game friendly,” Hannah replied, she offered as an explanation. He wasn’t wrong, she hadn’t been fighting at her fullest. But that was only because she hadn’t been trying to harm the recruits, just engage in some roughhousing to keep herself entertained while waiting for her next job. 

“Why?“ He quizzed, frowning some at her. Mason had never kept it friendly when Hannah was a recruit, or when Molly or Gabriel had been a recruit either. “You’re not their friend,“ Mason reminded her, glancing over at the new prospects. None of them had stood out to Mason yet, not a single one of them giving him any reason to want to vote them in when the time came to it.  

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angxlmxrcy:

Angel leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as he considered his coworkers and the task at hand. Sure, Angel at times came home with some blood on him, but it almost never found it’s way past his face and knuckles. This seemed excessive.

“You know, I always thought shooting people involved less…splatter…”

“Didn’t use a gun.“ Mason replied, a dangerous smirk tugging at his lips. It was no secret that The Crocodile enjoyed what he did, some would say he even enjoyed it a little too much. Mason didn’t care much what those people thought— they were usually too afraid of him to say anything about it to his face, and the ones who did learned to never do it again through broken noses and broken jaws. 

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cptnhook:

“He doesn’t need comforting.” Hook pointed out, knowing better than most how difficult it could be to reach him in situations such as this. After his month long disappearance, Hook had been sure that would be end of him. The shell that returned more brutal on the job but the afters and the in between had been more unstable. More troublesome. 

“Extend him a lifeline, remind him he’s not the only person who does this. That he may have been the one to carry out the deed but he doesn’t have to shoulder it alone. We did this. All of us.”

Good. Mason was as comforting as he was sympathetic. He wasn’t the Jolly Roger most turned to when they were seeking words of comfort, or needed a shoulder to lean on. Mason was a man of violence and action, not talking and listening. They didn’t call him The Crocodile for his soft exterior and warmth, after all. “What he needs is to accept who he is and what he does.” Mason saw a weakness in Josh that he didn’t understand. You couldn’t do what they did and still cling to your humanity. Mason didn’t. His was covered in pools of blood and misery.

“But,“ Mason added, eyeing Hook with a look of respect, “I’ll have words with him.“ It wasn’t going to be fun, and it would probably piss his sister off once she heard about it but it needed to be done. The Captain had asked him to do something and Mason was a loyal soldier, most of the time. He wouldn’t defy his Captain on this order. “We’re drinking from your top shelf tonight.”

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mvchellerad:

Michelle crossed her arms as she waited for the room to pile out, unable to stop thinking of how unnecessary it all was. Mason tended to look at her like she was about to make everything he loved fall apart- she had always been good at pretending that it didn’t hurt much. 

“I want you to stay away for a while.” The sentence was almost laughable when she remembered how long he had stayed out of her life already. If it wasn’t for her marriage to Josh, she could have probably counted on a few more years without Mason sparing more than a passing word. “I don’t know what you are planning but whatever it is hurts my family.” 

Her face remained stony, unwilling to give an inch despite her heart catching in her throat as she spoke. “I don’t want a visit from you to perk Josh up enough again just to get him to do whatever the Captain wants. If you want to talk as my brother then we’ll talk, but as Hook’s man, my door is closed.” 

“Your family is part of this crew.“ Mason told her, folding his arms across his broad chest. “Josh is one of us, whether you like that or not. If you didn’t want any part of this then maybe you should have picked a man who didn’t kill people as your husband.” Despite the anger that was fuelled by Michelle’s accusations and claims, Mason kept his voice flat and unwavering. Very few people had the luxury of being spared from Mason’s wrath — Michelle was one of the few.

“Nobody made Josh do anything he didn’t want to do. He has a job to do and a loyalty to the Captain, Josh knows he has a part to play. We all do.“ Mason never wanted Michelle near this part of his life, that was never a secret he had tried to keep hidden. Neverland was dangerous, corrupt and deadly and if it had ever tried to claim her then Mason would kill everybody involved — no matter what side of the border they swore loyalty to. From the stony and stubborn look across her face, Mason doubted that Michelle even knew how far he would go for her.. for his family. 

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mvchellerad:

Michelle rolled her eyes at the order that for most people, she assumed would sound scary. To her it just reminded her of days when she had barged into his room without knocking or embarrassed him in front of friends- God, she had loved that. 

“I’m not one of your subordinates, Mason. I don’t take commands.” 

I don’t take commands. Michelle’s words echoed in his mind, and boy did he know just how much his sister wasn’t fond of taking orders— from his parents, from him, from anybody. Half of his teenage years had been looking after his siblings, despite not being the eldest. He always wanted to protect them, even when they didn’t want his protection. Mason sighed as he came to a halt, his blue eyes were as cold as ice as they looked around the church. Michelle might not listen to him, but everybody else would. 

“Everybody out.“ Mason demanded, his voice booming around the church like thunder. His cold, pale, blue eyes scanned around the other thieves, collectors and dealers who had gathered around when Michelle had made her presence known. The crowd of criminals quickly disappeared, some heading for the door Mason had paused in front of and the rest disappearing further inside the abandoned church. 

“What do you think you’re doing?“ Mason growled, turning furious eyes on her.

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mvchellerad:

“Someone get me either my brother or your Captain, now.” Michelle didn’t need to raise her voice to make it clear that it wasn’t a question as she walked into the church. She had dealt with enough horrors in her life to know how to make a point without making a scene. 

Mason heard the familiar voice of his sister, but he couldn’t understand her words. No doubt she was here about Josh. Michelle never stopped by unannounced, not unless she needed something and even that happened less than her friendly visits did. For a moment, he thinks about ignoring the sound of her voice and continuing in his attempt to get some sleep but he knows how stubborn and persistent his sister can be.

“Follow me.” Mason ordered, rounding the corner into the common area after climbing out of bed and pulling his t-shirt back on before coming to see what bone she had to pick with him this time. “Now.“ His voice was stern and commanding, he wasn’t going to do this in the middle of The Church in front of everybody else. Mason didn’t like to make a spectacle, he liked his privacy. He intended on leading her outside, away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers. 

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cptnhook:

Hook only nodded in response to Mason’s information. With Croc, he never needed more than that after a job. He had a passion unmatched for his work, which is why Hook threw him the ones that called for the most brutality first. He took it all in his stride, masterfully finding a balance between what he did and how he lived. 

Josh hadn’t done the same.

“The Lagoon or the Sheep I’d imagine.” Hook knew him well, knew his habits, knew how he reacted and knew how deeply he let his work effect him. With Mason tied up and Smee still at arms length with the inner mechanisms, there was no one else who could could carry out the task, and they both knew it. 

“Do throw your eye on him, won’t you.” It wasn’t a question but an order. Mason wouldn’t be the Williams he wanted to see but he was the one who understood the ins and outs of the job, even if empathy seemed to allude him. 

Hook anticipated he would receive a visit from Mason’s youngest sister.

Mason knew the order was coming before the Captain had even given it; he was the only person who understood the weight their line of work could have on somebody. Smee wasn’t the right person for the job, that went without saying and there was nobody else amongst their ranks who could possibly understand what it felt like to have to end the life of another person and then return to your every day life, knowing that they couldn’t. It wasn’t something that Mason looked forward to doing, he didn’t battle as many demons as Josh did and still struggled to understand how he couldn’t turn his humanity off like he could. 

Mason was a brother, a boyfriend and a friend but when the Captain needed him, it wasn’t Mason who walked through the doors of his old office in The Cinema, it was The Croc. The man everyone in Neverland feared. Mason could separate himself from the monster inside of him — Josh had never been able to do that.

“I don’t think I’m the best person to be giving Radcliffe words of comfort,“ Mason started, despite the smoke that continued to rise up against the high rises of Neverland and the fire that raged on; the cold air chilled him through his clothes, and zipped up his leather jacket. “I’ll remind him of what they did to us, however. That at least should shake any of that pesky guilt he’s know doubt drowning in.“

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cptnhook:

Feet planted on his side of the border, Hook looked every part smug as he watched and heard the blast. Josh had done beautifully, as he trusted he would. The only thing that would have made the moment sweeter for the Captain would have been to be there to see his former father’s face when he realised who’s body was being incinerated in a car paid for by the gains of the empire they built. 

He had more restraint than that, too smart to cross the border on a whim. When his feet did touch Lost Boy soil, it would come with a consequence. For them. 

If not for Sadie’s unfortunately timed trip across enemy lines, Hook would have regarded it as a damn near perfect strike. However, worry didn’t touch him on the matter. Both Chase and Smee knew better than to return to him empty handed. 

He flicked the butt of his cigarette to the other side. This was only the beginning, he already anticipated they would strike back, and when they did he would be ready. 

The air was thick with fire and smoke. Mason could smell the burning metal and rubber, amongst other things as he returned to Neverland after completing another task for the Captain at the last minute; another rising rival at that needed reminding who the streets of Neverland belonged to. Disappointment and irritation had churned inside his stomach when the Captain had told him he was being pulled from the Dante job. Mason had been casing The Lost Boy’s home for the last couple of nights and had even found a place he could watch the chaos and misery unfold from without being seen or heard.

Josh wouldn’t have stuck around to witness his handiwork, that was were they differed. Josh was weighed down by his demons, each life he took another burden to carry on his shoulders while Mason found pleasure and satisfaction in taking a life. Something dark and dangerous had awoken in Mason when he had found his ex-girlfriend in bed with another man, murdering them both in cold blood. 

That something was The Crocodile. 

“It’s done.“ Mason said, spotting the Captain once he had found his way back into their territory and joining his side. The smell of burning metal and rubber was stronger here than it was on the outskirts of Neverland, strong enough that Mason thought if they stood here long enough they might just start to choke on the rising smoke. “Where’s Josh now?“

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deadlydonnelly:

Hannah had been roughing around with some of the recruits, taking turns tossing each other into the pavement and collecting a few bumps and bruises along the way. It was an easy way to left off steam, and despite them having a height and weight advantage Hannah seemed to hold her own amongst them. It had lasted a while, until one recruit suggested they break for a stop over to chip truck near by and she told them to go ahead. The approaching footsteps peaking her curiosity enough to make her stay. 

“You’re going to easy on them.“ Mason said, his tone of voice stern and leaving no room for her to defend herself or the recruits. Angel was the one to normally train them, he was the muscle amongst their ranks. Josh and Mason handled shooting practice, though that mostly fell on Josh’s shoulders these days. Mason had never found much pleasure in training the recruits, most of them never lasted more than a couple of days. 

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A NEVERLAND MOODBOARD: MASON WILLIAMS. “When everyone knows you’re a monster, you needn’t waste time doing every monstrous thing.“

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mvchellerad:

“To you, it doesn’t.” 

Michelle didn’t share her scars with her brother, the same way he hid his from her. Josh alone was privy to that, even Roxy she had held at bay. It was too difficult to look at her siblings and remember that they once had been different- better, even. 

“You missed more than a few rounds of hair dye, at the very least.” 

“Here’s your chance to fill me in.” Mason replied, resting his empty cup of coffee onto the table as he leaned back into his seat. He didn’t have to be anywhere today, he had all the time in the world to listen to Michelle fill him in on what he missed over the years.

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edvspvwel:

“We’re going to hell.” Edie spoke without a hint of regret on her face. As long as she was with him, she didn’t quite care. 

Mason could survive hell but he couldn’t survive without Edie, that he was certain on more than anything else. He remembered lying awake in his cells, staring up at the ceiling most nights and worrying about Edie. He remembered worrying more about her than his own well being the week he spent in the infirmary after one inmate had fancied himself the top dog of their cell block and stabbed him in the ribs with a sharpened toothbrush. Mason had gauged one of his eyes out using only a broken plastic spoon two weeks later.

“Not before we eat we aren’t. How do you feel about thai food? Nothing deep fried or barbecued.”