#but then i realized ottos holding his ankle

[herrscherrofyatta]

Hi could i ask for a herrscher!reader!Gn x Amber(KallenClone) romantic headcanon? Like the reader attacked the HQ and there the reader meets Otto and Amber and after the reader defeated the valks and killed otto after that only amber was alive. But Amber caught the reader intrest. So the reader wont kill her. The rest is up to you ( i really hope i didnt sounded rude)

(You can go any herrscher name for the reader but if it need a specific one i go for herrscher of judgment)

Oooooo, I like the name for herrscher!reader and I really like amber heh, I hope I do your request justice! I realized that I don't really much about her so I went ahead and read the second eruption on the website.....

I need more amber content in the game

Being a herrscher, you decided to strike down the HQ after Otto had sent some Valkyries after you only for them to be defeated.

you obviously defeat the Valkyries there, I would say this would take place before Dudu became one, like still in training?

you find Otto, he tries to reason with you at this point, you had enough of his bullshit and kill him.

after seeing his dead body fall on the ground, you're satisfied enough but you notice someone else in the room as well.

A woman with white haired that was braided, a pair of glasses that seemed to cover her eyes and she wore a long black dress with the sides cut form her hips to her ankles.

She doesn't seem to have a reaction to see you basically kill Otto and just as you're about to kill her as well, you pause, taking notice of how calm she seemed.

You ask what her name was, she replied with Amber and you decided to take her hostage because you had a feeling that Otto wasn't dead even though his body is on the floor next to your feet.

Sparring Amber, you take her with you and well, you two spent the next two years together, on the run from Otto and his Valkyries

No matter how much you killed him, the bastard would always come back and at this point, you think that he thinks this is all a game

He had offered a deal with you, you work for him in exchange for you life but so far, you haven't accepted so really

It's just a cat and mouse game between you two

"Amber," you call out to the woman who stops what's she's doing to turn to look at you who was sitting next to the windows of your hotel, over looking everyone else who were busy with their lives. "Yes, Y/n?"

You don't reply immediately but you let out a sigh, "why is it.....you continue to stay with me? You're free to leave, the door is never locked." You say.

She doesn't respond to this since even she didn't know the answer to this, why is she staying with you? All she had to do was let Otto know your whereabouts and she would return back to working with him, yet, it's been almost two years since you took her from HQ. "....."

Standing up, you sigh, scratching the back of your head and head towards the door, "don't stay up waiting for me, I won't be back until a few days later." You close the door behind you, leaving her standing in the kitchen, she had just finished making your favorite drink.

Okay, okay so Amber at this point if questioning herself on why she hasn't left when you never kept her caged up as a hostage or anything.

Was it because you were the Herrscher of Judgement? Did you decide that she wasn't a threat to you at all? She knew all about you since you were Herrscher and what you were capable of.

She did witness how even when though you're a Herrscher you still held onto your humanity, she saw how hard you tried to blend in with humans and tried to make a normal life for yourself.

This constantly feeling in her heart everytime you were around her, the way her face grows red when you take a hold of her wrist when you two go outside, she didn't quite understand it.

When you two go out shopping for dinner or for other things, people would often mistake you two for a couple and she then began to slightly understand.

The romance between you two grows more when she receives a video call from Otto, he knew of your whereabouts and you took this chance to escape on night when she was in her room.

"Y/n, where are you going?" You turn around to see Amber standing behind you a few steps away. Your eyes soften a the sight of her blue eyes not being covered with her usual orange glasses that she wore on her face.

Packing up your things, you let out a groan at the slight headache that seem to always come back and you knew that it was the Honkai trying to take control over you again.

You give her a look before closing up your backpack, putting it over your shoulders and you walk to the door, your fingers barely touching the door nob.

"Otto is coming, I will run and you can go back to him." You froze upon feeling a pair of arms wrap around your abdomen and you look down to see it was Amber. "I need to leave, let me go." You say, sighing when Amber didn't budge.

A small smile grows and your lips, "I'll come back for you, just wait for me." Within a flash, you watch as Amber's eyes widen as you hold her by her chin as you press your lips against hers.

As much as you wanted to stay, you pulled away, giving her one last smile before leaving the hotel room.

You two didn't see each other until Otto was defeated by Kiana and Dudu when someone from the Hyperion's valkeries tracked you down.

After being escorted to Kolosten, you rushed over to see the Hyperion parked near the entrance of the town that looked like it was getting back to life with it citizens returning home.

You saw her in the distance and you began to run full speed towards her.

"Amber!" Theresa and Amber look over to see a person who was covered from top of bottom with a cloak. Theresa blinks before spotting some h/c haired spilling down the cloak and she smiles.

"Ah, they got my message." She says and Amber looks at her confused and she doesn't say anything else before she's collapsed against the floor with the person onto of her.

"Amber! I missed you so much!" The hood slips off to reveal the h/c haired who is so happy to see her. Amber eyes widen at the sight of them and she smiles, catching Theresa off guard.

Theresa knew little of Y/n since Amber would only tell her a few things that happened the two years she was gone with them. H/c haired, s/n, e/c hair....yes this was the Y/n that Amber rarely spoke of indeed.

She watched as the two of them hugged it out and Amber seemed to more talkative around you about things that didn't relate to work.

Everyone who watched jumped at Amber's sudden action, she pulled Y/n by their cloak and kissed them and it lasted a few seconds before she pulled away.

"You kept your promise." She smiles at them, "I can stay by your side forever now."

Theresa's words echoed in her mind about being her own person now that Otto was no longer here, leaving everything in the hands of his grand daughter, Theresa. When she heard those words, she thought of the h/c haired who somehow won her affection during their two years together on the run.

So it's a happy ever after ending for you two, Theresa offered you a place of work with the Hyperion and you were hesitate to agree but after meeting Kiana and Bronya who were like you in a way, you decided to stay since you figured Amber liked her job at HQ.

You two got a vacation once everything was calm and settled and it was when you officially asked Amber out and she agreed.

When you two aren't busy, you go on lunch dates or going shopping with the rest of the girls who wanted to know more about the infamous Herrscher of Judgement

Of course, being apart of the Hyperion crew meant that they helped you resist the will of Honkai and it put Amber more at ease about your well being

You obviously apologized to the Valkyries at HQ for always causing trouble every time you went after Otto

Always together at HQ since she volunteered to watch over when you took your treatment, everyone just knew she wanted to be around you after so long, can't blame her

On your off days (you always convinced Amber to stay in bed because it's to comfortable to get up from) you two would cuddle and you would cook her breakfast when you realized that she fell asleep again

You two are literally named best couple by everyone at HQ and Hyperion, they call your first meeting to now a love story filled with so much drama and romance—although you beg to differ when they exaggerated a few things.

You love her a lot and she does too, after all she's her own person now, she found her purpose again.

"Y/n." You hear Amber calling you, putting down your documents you look to see Amber stating you with her blue eyes which you loved, she always took off her orange glasses when it was just you two alone.

"Yes, my love?"

"That day when you broke in HQ, why did spare me?"

You blink at this before laughing, making her confused as she tilts her head slightly at your laughter before it died down.

Giving her a smile, your eyes were filled such love and affection for her, "it's because I was blown away by your beauty that day, you could say it was love at first sight."

A/n: Sorry I got carried away—anyways I hope you like this because I did heh

#honkai x reader #honkai impact x reader #honkai impact #honkai 3rd #honkai impact 3rd

[randombubblegum]

i dunno whats going on here but i know the rituals are intricate

#at first i thought awsten was trying to block ottos dick from the camera with his boot #but then i realized ottos holding his ankle #awtto

[jossambird]

The Scent on your coat P4

Summary: You reflect on your life choices, and despite your wants, Life had other plans for you.

Otto Octavius x F!Reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: NS/FW Subjects, No Doc in this Chapter (or is there) but building to the next part, mentions of emotional Reader, heartbreak, yearning for things you can’t have.

Ao3 Fic Link for previous parts, or on my masterlist!

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“I've only ever wanted you.” You repeated into the silence of your apartment, barely listening to the news that played on tv. Images of various villains flittered on the screen, your eyes falling on the one face you couldn’t stop seeing behind your eyelids. You shut the tv off with a huff, eyes watering at the whole mess.

Hands slinging your blanket over your back, you bundled yourself up and sat in bed, pulling your other blanket over your legs and feet. You couldn’t even begin to find the correct words for just how much you had missed Otto.

Even after all this time, Otto remained as handsome as he had been the last time you had seen him all those dreadful months ago. His soft brown hair that shined red in the sunlight, his gorgeous brown eyes that used to always seek you out in a crowd.

You sighed, replaying his words in your mind. Did he mean everything he had said? He had never been a liar, that you knew…

For weeks after his accident, you had thought him dead. For months, you had listened to the radio and new outlets, slandering his work and very career once he had emerged, tentacles and all, turning to a life of crime.

How long had you mourned him, mourned the fragile friendship you had had together, mourned his work but most importantly, mourned your love for him? It had taken weeks, months even, to finally be able to step back into this laboratory and work, and not be pitied by every living soul here.

They had all known of your deep and dark secret, the love you had held so dear for the Scientist, but stayed silent.. all except for one.

Peter Parker. Sweet Peter Parker, always there for you no matter, always asking if you needed help or a shoulder to cry on, always asking how you were holding up with everything.

It had been Peter, of all people, who had saved you from the endless internal darkness that had started to consume you slowly but surely, depression sinking its claws into you and pushing you towards dangerous thoughts.

He, who had asked you if you wanted to go see a movie together. He, who had walked you home every night afterwards, only ever smiling and offering his arm whilst you tried to say it was okay.

He, who had tentatively asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend that one summer night after a quiet walk, knowing full well how your heart held a part of itself for another.

It was he, who had kissed your lips, reassuring you that he understood what it felt like, having already lost the love of his life too.

And so, telling yourself that maybe this was what you needed to finally forget Octavius, you had given him a chance; slowly taking your time together and learning about one another, becoming closer and closer by the passing day.

Peter’s secret identity hadn't been kept from you long after you noticed Spiderman arriving at your Oscorp to walk you home, just like Peter did. He had practically fallen off a building when you asked out loud if he was done stalking you like a creep, his laugh echoing softly in the noisy New York streets.

“Aren’t you afraid a villain will come and kidnap me Pe- Spiderman?” You had asked him, grinning even though your heart clenched at the idea of *one* villain kidnapping you. Thoughts like those were burned and shooed away, trying to focus on the good and kind man that loved you.

“Don’t worry, Ill always protect you Y/N.” He assured you with a whisper, bowing his head as you stepped inside your shared apartment complex.

You had come to love him too, in a way, over time.

Your first time together was the moment you realized your heart was irreparable; Peter’s hands were on your hips, holding you softly as he fucked you but in that moment, another man’s name found itself on your lips, a name all too familiar to you, trying to make its way out and into the air between you. You hadn’t let it, swallowing both it and your shame down, sorrow coursing through you as Peter called out your name.

A few days later, on an early September day, as you turned away from the amazing view from your apartment window, the wind blowing your hair from your face, you had felt it; Nervous energy in the air, shudders wracking your body.

Peter Parker asked you to marry him on the same balcony moments after.

No amount of preparation would have ever prepared you for the absolute heartbreak you had felt as the man before you wore bruises shaped like claws, deep cuts and barely fading scars, crooked grin smiling up at you with a ring in hand, waiting.

“I know I’m not him, and you aren’t her, but I'd like to love you for the rest of my life.”

You had sobbed under the loud noise of the shower until the water turned cold, and after.

Though now, sitting here alone in your living room, you wondered why life sought to hurt you so.

Soon you would be married to a sweet man who loved you, adored you, and all fantasies of the tall Doctor Octavius would have to be forgotten and erased.

You sighed again, burying your face into your blanketed hands, trying to will yourself to stop feeling this way. Peter deserved someone who loved him with all their heart, not someone who craved another and had let said man eat them out in their previous work place.

A knock sounded at your front door and you frowned, standing, wrapped in your blankets still, to answer.

Would it be possible… that he would come? Would he knock on the door, or simply open it, hands seeking you out and untying your robe, touching what he had already accidentally claimed?

As you turned the handle and opened the door, your inner shame grew, eyes landing on the smiling face of your best friend Allie.

“Thought Id come see how the bride-to-be was feeling! How- Oh my god Y/N what's wrong?” Allie said in a rush as she saw tears form in your beautiful eyes, stepping inside in a hurry to comfort you. You could barely let out a sob, let alone words, arms wrapping around the woman.

“Y/N, babydoll, what's going on? You can talk to me, you know that right? Nothing leaves this room, only between you and me.” Your best friend whispered, holding you tightly.

She pulled away, arms still wrapped around you but just enough to see your face, and you knew she had figured it out, knew she had pieced it together. “Oh, Y/N… It’ll be okay, it’ll go away.”

What Allie failed to know though, was that you didn’t want it to go away, still feeling his soft but firm fingers holding your thighs and ankles, kisses laid against your skin.

You didn’t want your love for Otto Octavius to disappear, just like the words of love and adoration groaned along your thighs and core, expressive brown eyes seeking yours out in desperation. Desperate for what, you still didn’t know, but it made your heart race, thinking that the renowned Doctor Octavius and villain Doctor Octopus wanted to see you reach ecstasy by his hand and his alone, desperate for only his name to find itself on your tongue.

And you felt even more horrible for it.

*

Allie held you close, blankets wrapped around the both of you as she flicked through channels on TV.

“Want to talk about it?” She whispered, eyes still trailed on the TV but you knew her attention was solely on you.

What was there to say in a situation like this?

“No.” You croaked out, snuggling closer against her in an effort to forget everything, forget the outside world, forget the fact that the very man you wanted most of all was also somewhere out there. You weren’t surprised when Allie sighed, the sound of the TV shutting off. She laid down beside you, worried eyes gazing back at you.

“You know, it's not…” Allie paused, breath caught in her throat at the sight of you.

“It's not abnormal for marriages to be cancelled.” She continued, her eyes flickering over your face for a sign that you were understanding her meaning. You could barely breathe as she waited, the implication of her words sounding out.

“Allie thats- Peter, he-“ you tried, heart breaking at the idea of telling Peter you could no longer marry him. Allie, the beautiful thing she was, faked a gag and rose up, sitting beside you.

“Y/N, forget Pete for the moment okay? He doesn’t exist right here, right now.” She started, turning back towards your surprised visage with a finger pointed at you.

“I will always be here for you. I know you aren’t happy… I just want you to know that it’s never too late to cancel anything.”

You cried that night, silently into your pillow, never acknowledging the words she had spoken. Allie remained with you for the next few days, never uttering another word of the subject she had begun, helping you instead prepare for your wedding.

That night, you dreamt of large hands pulling you close and whispers of love pressed against your breast, heartbeat steady as he asked the one thing you could never lie about:

“Do you love me, Y/N? Me, and only me?” He whispered, lips moving against your collarbone, heated kisses following his words.

“I've only ever loved you.” You whispered back and watched the Otto before you smile, his hold turning bruising.

*

New York, even at night, was never silent. Noises could be heard everywhere and anywhere, people out and about, some heading home and some heading out.

Allie liked the hustle and bustle of the town, always eager to find a new Hole-in-the-wall type of bar or restaurant to get drunk in, and tonight, after saying she wanted to make you feel better with sushi, hadn’t been any different. She hummed under her breath and dutifully followed you back to your apartment, the both of you enjoying each other’s presence.

Convenience store bags in hand, you looked back at Allie as she wobbled, her steps mismatched, a half empty beer can in hand.

“Come on Al, we're almost there!” You laughed, watching her try to Hopscotch along the street. She stopped, eyes wide and smile even wider, throwing the beer can into the air and away from the both of you, making you cringe as it hit the ground.

“Oh my god- Was that a laugh!?” She yelled happily, the smell of beer and sake wafting off of her as she ran up beside you and held you close, arms trapped in her hold. You couldn’t help but smile at your best friend, mouth opening to chastise her for littering but you didn’t have the time; a faint melody met both your ears and Allie beamed, disentangling herself from you. You barely had time to register what song it was before she leaned away, breathing in sharply and letting loose.

“You should have bought her flowers!” She sang out, words echoing in the streets around you. Sang was perhaps too kind of a word though, as she scratchily belted out Bruno Mars lyrics.

“Shh! Oh my god Allie, shhhhhhh! Shut up!” You tried, running after her as she continued back to your apartment complex, uncaring of the people passing you by.

“You should’ve held her hand! Should’ve given her all your hours!” You barely made it in time to her, free hand rising to try and quiet her, heart racing as you imagined someone hearing-

“But now she’s marrying another man!”

Her words felt like a bath of freezing cold water, any remnants of alcohol in your system instantly evaporating.

She was right. You were, and no matter what fantasies and dreams you liked to imagine, you knew that life couldn’t continue like this, childishly hoping and wishing for another man to come sweep you up.

#allie totally not based on a real friend of mine 👀 #otto octavius #doc ock #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader #jossambird fic #doctor octavius #minors dni #f!reader #the scent on your coat fic

[fandomsumthing]

Spidey Sister Snapped pt. 2

This is a joint writing piece with @im-a-star-girl and check them out for part 1

Summary: Peter gets hurt and he can’t handle all the hatred being pointed at him any more.

Enjoy!

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Peter groaned as he was thrown into a wall for the third time that night. He stumbled to his feet, before the thug with absolutely MASSIVE gauntlets was upon him again, throwing blind punches. He flipped out of the way, stumbling as his twisted ankle flared in pain once again.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m not feeling so good.” Peter said, struggling to his feet only to be decked again. Once he finally managed to stand and not be hit, he got behind the thug.

He webbed the thug, who punched at the webs, only to tangle his gauntlets. An alarmed look crossed his face when he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere. Peter leapt into the air, and wrapped the webs around the thugs neck, startling the man, and throwing him off his balance. He released the webs, before kicking the thug in the face. As he landed, he toppled for a moment, his sprained ankle throbbing. The thugs' gauntlet fell off of his hand, clearly not fastened on well as the man fell over, and landed on Peter's leg. Peter let out a cry of alarm and pain, shoving the heavy steel gauntlet off, seeing his disfigured knee, and realized it was fractured.

Peter looked around for any straight object that he could use as makeshift splint. His attention turned to the gauntlet on the ground, seeing two small metal poles on the inside. They would be able to hold until he got to a first aid kit. Peter took the gauntlet and smashed it against the ground, getting the poles lose. He took the poles and put them on both sides of his knee and web it in place. He stood up from the ground, his leg still hurt like hell but at least he knew that he wouldn’t cause any more severe injury to his knee cap. The thug groaned and Peter quickly webbed him up, not up to face the menace again. He shot his web and swung himself to a higher building to contact Ock to call the police and let him take care of it from there.

"Parker? Do you know what time it is?"

"Y-yeah uhh, I need a bit of help." Peter whimpered, sitting down with a heavy grunt.

“With what?” Ock’s voice had become concerned hearing Peter so winded.

“There was this thug, I handled him but I was wondering if you could send out one of those drone spiders to stay with him while I go home?” Peter asked.

“Are you injured? You sound injured." Peter could hear the clicking of Ock’s keyboard.

“Just a sprain, I’ll be fine.” Peter said as he stood.

“You're lying, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine Otto, I just need rest.”

“If you say so.” Otto then went silent, having ended the call with Peter.

Peter waited uncomfortably, before seeing the Spider-Drones arrive. One of the drones turned to him, before chittering in alarm. Peter began swinging away, ignoring the numerous incoming calls from Otto. He staggered while climbing into his room. He sat on the floor for a moment, touching his swelling knee lightly, before pulling his hands away with a pained whimper. He reached over for a towel, and shoved it into his mouth. He pressed his hands to his knee, biting down on the towel, before pushing hard, resetting his leg. He let out a pained cry, muffled by the towel, and pulled his hands away. He forced himself up, and undressed to take a shower. After a hot shower wiping away any blood that had dried on his bruised knuckles, he put on a t-shirt and pants before collapsing onto his bed, still writhing in pain.

When morning came, he immediately knew something else was wrong. He couldn’t be having an asthma attack, could he? It felt like a small one, but it hurt much worse. No, he couldn’t think about that now. He had school to attend. His alarm read 5:30. Did it really take that long for him to get dressed? Nevermind that. He had to get to school. He grabbed his book bag and carefully made his way downstairs to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. On the fridge he found a note from May.

‘Peter,

We’re out of fruit and milk. On your way home from school could you pick up some more please? Thank you and have a good day!

-Love May’

Peter took the note and put it in his backpack pocket for safe keeping.

Normally at this time he would've gone out for patrol but with his unbearably tight chest, throbbing knee, and sore arm, there was no way he'd be of any help. Not this morning. He barely held back tears as he slowly ate leftover eggs May had made for dinner the night before. He felt like he was going to puke. He forced on his shoes and sat down, watching TV until 7 came around. When it finally arrived, he staggered to the train station, and arrived to Midtown.

As the day progressed, his pain only increased, and by lunch, he could barely breathe. Flash seemed to notice and was sticking a bit closer than usual. As he walked through the hallways, Flash was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him. When Thomas, a boy who was a grade above both Peter and Flash, had bumped into Peter, he practically had to restrain Flash from punching him. Flash is a lot more protective than I remember… guess that's how I know we're friends. Sort of…

When the bell finally rang Peter was thankful. If the day had lasted any longer he probably would have ended up going to the nurses office. Lucky for him, his homework was so light that he was able to finish it before the school day’s end. All he needed to do now was get the groceries and then he could go home and rest. The closest store to Midtown was a 3 minute walk and then another 10 to the subway station. Peter knew that it would be hard getting home with milk and fruit even without his injuries, but he could make it. Flash and him had parted at the school doors and Peter began walking to the store. About thirty seconds in he felt a slight tingle go off in his head. Not like a threat was approaching, but someone that he knew. Actually plural, two people that he knew. He could see them in the store windows that lead to the door. Gwen and Anya.

He groaned internally. I really don't want to deal with them right now… As he began walking through the isles, picking out what brand of apples and grapes to choose, he noticed Gwen and Anya following him. He internally cringed as he realized it was because they still didn't trust him. He huffed, regretting it almost immediately as his chest throbbed. He brought a hand to it, and straighten his back, taking a breath. He wheezed uncomfortably, before resuming. He picked out grapes, bananas, apples, and tangerines, before grabbing the skim milk they drink now. He mentally cursed Otto, before huffing as he realized silently that Skim Milk wasn't that bad. As he paid for the food and left the store, he could still see Gwen and Anya following him out of the corner of his eye. He mentally debated calling Harry, before deciding it would be a bad idea. Harry would be able to tell how much pain he was in, even if it was just his voice. He merely took another breath, and kept limping to the subway station. I just wanna go home man…

He hugged the bag of groceries to his chest as a crowd passed him, the skim milk’s cold surface slightly numbing the pain in his chest. It distracted him ever so slightly that he ended up bumping into someone. His chest being pushed and the pain coming back through the numbing cold. Peter looked up to apologize to the person he had ran into only to have his mood dampen. He had just bumped into his former teacher, Max Modell. He was glaring down at Peter. Really? I just want to be in bed and not be reminded of the people who hate me… “Sorry.” Peter wheezed slightly then quickly moved pass Max and into a seat.

Max made a face at Peter as he nearly collapsed into a seat, as far away from Max as he could get. He watched silently as Anya and Gwen stepped in, sitting near Max and whispering silently to them. He felt a stray tear drip from his face. He wiped it furiously, knowing it was just from how much pain he was in. He wheezed, laying back and praying silently the pain would go away if he just sat still enough. He felt the subway jolt, shattering any peace he had felt for those few moments. The car didn’t get very far, before he heard a loud explosion. He threw his hands over his ears and yelped in alarm. His arm screamed in pain as he moved too fast. He gasped, as the lights began flickering and the train car shook. He heard Gwen and Anya scream as Max shouted in alarm. When the shaking stopped, he heard a loud announcement over the intercom. "All passengers please remain seated, help will soon arrive. This is not a drill." The phrase began repeating, occasionally distorting, and Peter let out a pained whimper. He looked out the doors to see concrete was blocking the exit. This wouldn't be a problem if his entire body was screaming with pain, and if Gwen, Anya, and Max weren't there…

Another explosion caused the train car to shake violently. So much so that it caused Peter to fall out of his seat, landing square on his chest. He began to gasp for air. The pain was unbearable but now layered on top of that was that he couldn’t breathe. He pushed himself up with his arms but stayed kneeling on the ground. He tried catching his breath but he couldn’t focus, His spider senses were bouncing off the walls and the pain in his leg and arm had decided that it was a perfect time to flare up. He needed something to ground him, but that was the one thing he didn’t have at the moment.

He felt a hand grab his throbbing arm. He let out a cry of pain, shoving whoever's grabbed him away, and falling back onto his butt. He leaned on the back of the subway car and stared ahead blankly, before realizing it was Gwen. After a few moments, he realized she was talking to him. "Peter? Peter what's wrong?"

He took a deep breath. "I'm fine I'm-" he coughed violently. "I'm fine" He hissed when Gwen reached forward again to help him.

Her eyes narrowed as an angry look crossed her face. "What is your problem?! I'm trying to help you and you slap me away!" Peter stared at her, seeing Anya step beside her. Max didn't move from his seat, but Peter could see he was watching the encounter carefully, and was hanging onto every word. "Look, a lot has happened. I'm just tired and not in the right mindset to be talking right now- can we please continue this later?" He begged weakly.

"No Peter. We've given you your space that you so desperately wanted. Now it's time you answer our questions." Anya demanded.

“I can’t, okay? Even if I did tell would you believe me? And who said I wanted space?” Peter asked looking up.

“Well that whole week that you were being a bitch and quit Horizon was enough to tell us that you did!” Gwen yelled.

“I’m sorry, I was stressed!” Peter’s voice began to shake, signaling that he was lying. Anya’s face now showed the same amount of anger.

“Enough with the lies Parker! Tell us the truth!” Anya pushed Peter lightly. Peter didn’t reply. “I thought Harry didn’t have a thing for liars. I guess he still doesn’t know what happened-”

“ENOUGH! You want the truth? I’ll give you the truth!” Peter yelled, anger that out beating Gwen and Anya’. “I don’t know what happened that week because it wasn’t me!”

Gwen stumbled back, seeming alarmed. Anya's jaw dropped. She'd heard of Peter snapping… but she never imagined that she'd be on the receiving end of it. Max finally stepped in. "I think that's enough, Peter."

Peter bristled and stood up. "Oh fuck off you don't know shit about what happened. Three weeks ago Doctor Octopus invaded my mind and COMPLETELY fucked up my life! And now I'm suffering because of it!" Peter's voice broke as he ranted. He could feel his eyes water. "None of you have a fucking clue what I've been through this past month. I've just been trying to help the city out as Spider-Man and my life has completely gone to shit and all of you are being ASSHOLES and you won’t listen to me! I tried talking to you! I tried to explain myself! I tried cleaning up this fucking mess that Ock created! But none of you will listen! I just wanted to fix what I lost and now you all are being fucking assholes! I tried to tell you to let me put this off until later! But NO! YOU GUYS HAD TO BE IMPATIENT! I HAVE BROKEN FUCKING RIBS! I CAN'T BREATHE! I’M IN PAIN AND YOU JUST HAVE TO FUCKING SCORN ME BECAUSE OF IT!" Peter's breath grew heavier.

At some point during his tangent, he began crying and now… he couldn't stop. Tears spilled down his face. "I tried talking to you guys but you wouldn't listen. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me! Do you realize how fucking hurt I am? I Get it. I hurt your feelings. And for that, I am sorry. But even when I tried to make amends you just… you brushed me off. I was stuck in some… fucking digital dimension for days! I was there for god knows how long! I had to fight against your damn antivirus'! Max nearly killed me when he did the damn factory reset! I come back to find out Ock is in my body claiming to be some 'superior spiderman' and everyone just seems to… everyone just likes him better. I nearly died saving him and getting my body back and people either hate my guts or wish I hadn't switched back! Then you two accuse me of being the goblin king! What the actual fuck! You said it straight to my face that you thought the new goblins was Peter Parker! Why? Because I’m dating Harry Osborn or because of Ock having a bad attitude towards you? For science majors you sure don’t hypothesize before your conclusions! Since I've come back everything's gone to SHIT and I just-" He couldn’t stop the tears anymore. "I just want to go to sleep. I just want rest."

“That can’t be true. The whole digital dimension had been debunked by me two years ago.” Max said, standing up to get closer to the group.

“You debunked it because it sounded fake!” Peter’s voice was shaking with emotions, but it still conveyed his anger well. “That’s what you do Modell! You do what will make you look better! You said that the V-252 was fine and looked what happened! Then instead of looking at a virus, aka ME, you tried to kill me! If all it takes is an insult to upset you, then no wonder Ock quit! How the fuck did you even get your teaching degree? You told me to give up! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” Peter’s breath became rugged and uneven, but he continued. “I tried really hard to look past all the shit you’ve done, Modell. I really did! But now that I’m no longer a student, I can see how horrible of a person you can be. You’re not an evil man, but you’re not a good person either. I told you the first day that I couldn’t pay tuition, and you gave me the study tuition, I can appreciate that. But you could have also told me that it only lasted one year! Maybe then I would have been able to get a job and would of been able to meet the pay this year! Then you call me poor, which was a great help with my self-esteem! Not to mention how you put up the Spider-Man statue with the schools' fucking tuition money! I didn’t even want it put up! I don’t need people to like me as a hero! I’m still going to save them even if they hate me! If you think I’d make all this up just to get back into Horizon, you’re deadass wrong. If I had done all those rude things to all of you, I would have made it my duty to stay out of your lives! I wouldn’t be trying to get back in Horizon! I wouldn't be making an effort! But here I am."

Max stood quietly, his face showing a wide range of emotions. This wasn’t like how he yelled at him that night at Horizon. This admittedly frightening and concerning.

"Peter I-"

"I know you all don't understand. You never will. I don't expect you to understand. But I'd hope you'd at least make an effort. I thought we were friends… weren't we friends?" Peter wiped away his tears. "If you don't want me around then fine. If you don't like me, then fine. But never bring Harry into this again, you hear me?"

Despite Peter's stoic facade, he could feel himself crumbling under the weight of the world. "Peter. We need to know the whole, true story." Max sighed.

"Hah… you still don't believe me. Typical, you know what Modell? You can go fuck off because I'm fucking sick of you. I don't even want to go to Horizon anymore! It's just bad fucking memories there now!" Peter's voice began to rise as he was once again filled with anger. "I tried my goddamn best to meet your fucking standards and this is the thanks I get! I tried to stay there, but fuck that. I've chosen my side. And it's AGAINST YOU!" He snarled.

Gwen reached out and grabbed Peter's shoulder. "Are… are you telling the truth?"

Peter smacked her away, giving her an angry look. "What do you think? Do you want more proof? Ask Miles!” He spat.

Peter began to tremble with anger, his pain disappeared for a moment, and he couldn't control his movements. He punched the window behind him. He heard the glass shatter, and hot pain ran up his arm as glass shards embedded themselves into his fist. "Peter!" Anya shouted in alarm.

Peter grabbed his wrist. "I'm fine."

“That was bulletproof glass! You can’t break bulletproof and be fine unless-“

“Unless you’re Spider-Man.” Peter huffed, taking off his jacket and seeing a bruise forming. He glided his fingers crossed and hissed as well as cringed feeling the bump of a bone. It wasn’t breaking the skin, which was lucky, but his arm was definitely broken. He looked up at the other people in the train cart, seeing that they were staring at his arm in horror.

“You have a broken arm? How the-“ Anya levered his arm so that it was resting on his bag.

“A thug. Can one of you rip one of my jacket sleeves off? I need to make a sling.” Peter answered simply. It was different from how he usually asked questions. He sounded like he was talking to Ock right after he appeared back at Horizon or when he woke up from his coma.

Gwen shifted as Anya helped. Peter made the sling quickly, and saw their uncomfortable faces. "I'm sorry I'm being short with you. I'm short on sleep and in pain, and I know that isn't an excuse, sorry." He huffed, as he wrapped his arm as best as he could.

"We need to get you to the hospital." Max stated firmly.

Peter scoffed. "If I go to the hospital they'll do blood tests, and my Spider DNA isn't that hard to miss. It's just not safe for me…" He sighed.

"Then we'll take you to the infirmary at Horizon." Max finalized.

Peter snorted. "You really don't understand the concept of a secret identity, do you?"

“Peter, please-“ Max began.

“No, trust me. Half of the students would be reluctant to work on me. I saw how they looked at me when I walked in. Plus I’ve come to school with my other arm popped out of its socket before. I had to pop it back in before classes started, but I made it through the whole day without anyone picking up on it. I’ll be fine.” Peter said, pushing himself up with his good arm. “I know someone who will help me. I’ll bust him and see what he thinks about my injuries.” Peter sat down into the seat he fell out of, lifting his backpack to keep his arm on.

“Can we at least help you there?” Anya asked.

“Sorry, but no. He doesn’t like people that he doesn’t know well coming into his place.” Peter looked away from them.

Peter leaned on the door of the train cae in silence, and the others knew his word was finalized, and nothing they could say would change his mind. They settled in an uneasy silence. Peter hadn't stopped crying. The tears had slowed, but they hadn't stopped. The only sound was rumbling outside and the occasional drip of Peter's tears. Finally, light burst through the windows, catching them all off guard. Kid Arachnid forced the doors open. "Are you all okay?!" He froze when he saw the collection of people who were stuck together.

Peter turned and grabbed his groceries. "Oh- Pe- uh, random citizen- are you okay?"

Peter gave Miles a look. "They know, Kid." He sighed.

Miles looked between the group, before Peter limped out. "I'll call Otto, he'll give you a ride." Miles murmured to Peter as he limped past.

Peter nodded thankfully, and exited the abandoned subway car, avoiding fallen rubble. Miles watched until Peter was out of sight. Harry was at the subway entrance blocking other people from coming in so there was no doubt that Harry would see Peter like that.

Miles turned his attention to the other’s, a knee question popping into his mind. “What happened and why was he crying?” He didn’t receive an answer, but he got awkward glances from his friends. Since he knew that that wouldn’t get answered quickly he changed it.

“Did he tell you about the body swapping with Ock?” He asked, which got everyone to look up at him.

“He was telling the truth?” Max gasped.

“Yeah, I was the first person he contacted. If he hadn’t typed out that it was him I would have punted him.” Miles said laughing at the end. He then realized that Gwen and Anya’s faces reflected guilt.

“What did you guys say to him?” Miles asked sternly.

“We sorta… yelled at him?” Anya said rubbing her arm awkwardly. “And we sorta forced the truth out of him and he just broke down.”

There was a silence that was even more uncomfortable with Miles there. Miles let out an irritated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“He apologized right after I’m guessing?” The others nodded. “Did you?” More silence and Miles nodded, even through his mask, they were able to see that he was biting his check.

Miles shook his head. "Do you guys realize how much pain he was in? I saw the scans Otto made last night. He crushed most of his ribs, he had a sprained ankle, a broken arm, fractured knee, and too many bruises to count. He also might have internal bleeding but he's stubborn and refuses to get help so Harry's gonna end up forcing his hand on him. But what I mean is that he's in pain. Today was not the day to try to force him to talk. Especially since you didn't apologize, even after finding out what happened." Miles lectured.

"It's- it's a lot to absorb!" Anya defended.

"And it doesn't take much to apologize. Even if it is, you should've been able to tell that you were in the wrong. You HAVE to apologize." Miles scolded.

Gwen shifted, keeping her eyes to the floor. "Anya.. Arachnid is right…" She murmured.

"Damn straight I am." He snorted, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.

Max began walking towards the exit, an emotionless look on his face.

“That also goes for you. It’s your decision to let him go back to Horizon or not, but you still have to apologize.” Miles said, placing a hand on Max’s shoulder. “Don’t tell him that I said this, but you are one of his inspirations in life. Of course you’re behind Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, but you’re definitely in his top 5. Also don’t call him poor again or I will bitch slap you to the moon.” Miles whispered the last part. He was so glad that Max didn’t know it was him under the mask.

“Alright, this is your stop so I’ll direct you back to the surface world. I also better hear from Peter that he got an apology from all three of you.” Miles said, his joking demeanor returning.

The group followed Miles out, feeling increasingly anxious as they reached the station. Police officers and witnesses took up the area and rubble was scattered everywhere. "What happened?" Gwen asked, looking alarmed.

"The subway wasn't structurally sound and collapsed. It doesn't look like a villain plotted this, just bad timing." Miles sighed, looking around at the chaos.

Miles turned to them once more. "Harry Osborn is at the exit making sure nobody enters with a couple other officers. I'm not sure if he's still there, considering he must've seen Peter by now. But listen, I'm going to stay down here and help cleanup. I'll check in with Peter in a few days, and I better hear that you all apologized. In person." Miles finalized with crossed arms.

"Alright…" Gwen murmured.

"It's the least we can do." Anya said, looking guilty as she rubbed her arm.

Max didn't reply, but nodded quietly. Miles gave a firm nod, before turning and running to the tracks again, calling to the other officers.

The group moved to the exit, and left the subway with an uneasy feeling in their gut. Harry wasn’t there, just like Miles had said.

~

The sun shined through Peter’s room window, causing him to throw a pillow over his head. Harry and Ock got him to go and see an actual doctor after reviewing his injuries. No internal bleeding, but he did have broken bones.

Two broken ribs, fractured knee, and a broken arm. They gave him crutches for his knee that was in cast. His arm was also in a cast that looked like a box. He also had bandages wrapped around his chest for his ribs.

May had refused to let him go to school in this condition. “You need rest. The last thing you need to worry about right now is school.” She had said to him. Luckily Flash came to his house with his school work so that when he got back he’d be caught up. He’d do his best to help Peter understand the material, but Peter would end up helping him with it as well.

Flash wouldn’t be coming today because it was Saturday. May had left for work before he had woken up, he knew because when he finally pulled the blanket off of his head he could see that there was a plate of fruit and eggs with a glass of water on the coffee table.

He smiled gently at the gesture and reached over to take the water. In truth, by now he didn't need the casts. His accelerated healing had taken care of all his injuries. At this point, the casts were just a nuisance, but he'd have to keep them on for another week or two. He sipped the water, and looked down at his arm, a smile crossing his face. Harry, Flash, Miles, Otto, Anna Maria, and a number of other students had happily signed his cast, under the ruse that he'd been injured when the subway collapsed. He ate the fruit and eggs, and sipped the water, before checking his phone, to see a few texts from Flash telling him about something someone had done after school. He shot back a quick reply, before hearing a knock at the door. He looked up curiously, before shambling to his crutches, and fumbling carefully down the stairs to the living room. He opened the door, and felt his stomach sink when he saw Max standing at the entryway. "Umm… hi…" Peter murmured, looking embarrassed.

He moved out of the doorway, inviting him in. Even worse then, after he entered Gwen and Anya followed shortly after. "Make yourselves at home. Do you uhh… do you.. want anything..?" He offered weakly.

Max sat down, Gwen and Anya sitting beside him. "No. Just to talk." They never saw Peter look so much of a wreck, well other than in the subway. His hair was flat, it looked like it had been brushed, but it didn’t look how it usually did. He looked tired even though he didn’t act it. Add in the casts and the bandages that covered his chest and he looked like he needed to be laying down in a hospital bed.

“Okay.” Peter made his way to the couch and sat down, motioning the others to follow. They just stayed like that for a while, no one knowing what to say or how to say it. The only noise in the room was the clock on the wall.

Peter felt his chest tighten slightly, not because of his ribs but because of not knowing what they wanted to say. He didn’t want to push them into telling him because he could see that they were in the same position as him and he didn’t want this to end up as a yelling match again.

Not knowing what else to do, and hating the silence, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that, and I-"

"Peter stop." Gwen cut in. "We didn't come looking for an apology. We came looking for forgiveness. You were right. We shouldn't've brushed you off like that when you were trying to make amends. It wasn't fair and we were just too upset to look at it logically. So for that, I am sorry, Peter. You didn't deserve what we put you through."

"Gwen's right, I was just… upset. I didn't want to make amends, I just wanted to be mad at you. And that's not fair. I'm sorry Peter." Anya agreed.

Peter felt his eyes begin to water, but he refused to cry. He kept a brave face, and gave Max a hesitant look. Max sighed heavily. "These two are right. I haven't exactly been fair to you, Harry, or this school. And it hurts that it takes one of my students breaking down for me to realize that." Max admitted. "And… I'm sorry."

Peter stared at the man. He could see he felt guilty, but his apology didn't feel very.. authentic. Like he had been planning it and thinking it over. Nonetheless he would accept it.

But a part of the sentence had stuck with him. Don’t get your hopes up Peter….. just correct him.

“Don’t you mean former student?” Peter asked, feeling his heart hammering in his chest from the slight suspense. He didn’t let any hope into words or spread across his face.

Max smiled slightly. “That’s up to you. I’m offering to let you back in to Horizon Peter.”

Peter felt a small grin force its way onto his face. "I… yeah. I'd love to go. I just… can you give me a week or two to find a job again? And to tell Midtown that I'm transferring back?" He asked.

Peter was doing his damndest to keep his excitement from blowing up from him, and by his fidgeting, he could tell he was failing. "Of course." Max agreed.

"And we can let the others at school know that something was going on, hard week or something, so they won't hate you as soon as you get back." Anya reassured.

Peter smiled thankfully at her. "Thanks, Anya. I appreciate it. I really do." He said, a joyful smile on his face.

Gwen smiled. "It's the least we could do after what we put you through."

"Guys, it's more than enough." He promised

#msm 2017 #marvel spiderman 2017 #parksborn #peter parker #harry osborn #gwen stacy #anya corazon #miles molares #max modell #marvel’s spiderman 2017 #fanfic

[miafic]

PART ONE

5 years later...

Geoff stirs his tea, staring absently at the cottage calendar on the wall. He sighs tiredly.

Tuna leaps off of her chair with a loud MROW! and darts away. Geoff is too exhausted to pay her any mind. He rubs at his forehead and takes a sip from his teacup. The tea, as usual, is tasteless.

“I know,” comes a croon that sounds like a little kid, and Geoff's head snaps in the direction Tuna had just gone. It sounds as though someone is speaking nearby, perhaps blocked by the end of the dining table. “That was weird, wasn’t it?”

That’s it; Geoff has officially gone crazy. He’s gone crazy. He’s hearing Awsten baby-talking to the cat, and it sounds real. It sounds so, so real that his throat feels tight and he begins to cry.

The teacup is still in one of his hand, so he covers his eyes with the other and lets himself sob. “Please,” he murmurs aloud, not sure what he wants. A reprieve from this pain, perhaps.

First his mother, then Clara Rose and his family, and now this. All of them are impossible to “get over.” And so Geoff has given up. He’s quit his job, stopped caring for his garden, stopped leaving his home. The town has collapsed in nearly every way. Carson’s and the school still stand, although Mr. Carson is long gone. Geoff can’t even count all of the bereaved parents who have abandoned Lakeview or all of the bereaved children who have been forced to live with surviving relatives in other cities.

“Mr. W?”

“No,” Geoff chokes. It sounds just like him, and if he looks and there is nothing, he would not be able to bear it. And if there is something, he should probably call 911. He doesn’t allow himself to look.

“Are you okay?”

“No, no,” he mutters again. Then, sharper, “Go away.”

There’s a long silence. Geoff almost thinks that the hallucination has stopped, but then the voice is back. Awsten’s voice, heartbroken, wonders, “Why?”

And Geoff can’t resist any longer - he looks.

Standing there in the kitchen, wearing exactly the clothes he’d had on when he disappeared in exactly the same spot, is Awsten.

For several seconds, Geoff gapes at him. He’s not capable of anything else. Geoff stares and stares at him.

This must be a hallucination. It must be. But Tuna is in his arms. And unless cats can suddenly float -

“Did I pass out or something?”

“Pardon?” Geoff whispers, not blinking.

“I don’t know. I felt sick as fuck and then the guy disappeared outside, and then I was like, collapsing...”

Shakily, Geoff gets to his feet.

“And you were here, and I think I fell asleep or passed out or something. But now I’m standing up again, and you’re over there, and you’re...”

Geoff’s eyes are impossibly wide as he makes his way over. Awsten drops Tuna, who rubs against his ankle, meowing loudly.

“What?” Awsten asks, backing up a step as Geoff approaches him. “Wh-what are you doing?”

Geoff stops his hands just before they make contact with Awsten’s cheeks.

Awsten makes a face and leans away. “What the hell?”

“You haven’t aged a day,” Geoff whispers.

Awsten’s staring at him, eyes traveling over Geoff’s skin. “You have,” he says, but it’s not insulting. He’s confused. “What happened?”

“I grieved you,” Geoff says, almost accusingly. His eyes fill with tears again. “Awsten, if this is all in my head, I am going to be very - very upset,” he whispers.

“In your head?” Awsten repeats. “Grieved me? What are you talking about? And why do you look so different?”

“Yes, in my head,” Geoff nods, and he starts back toward the table “Which it must be. I should call Dr. Vincent before things get any stranger than they already have-”

“Dad!”

Geoff freezes. Then he slowly turns around.

Awsten looks genuinely distressed. “What the fuck is going on right now?”

“You didn’t pass out,” Geoff whispered. “You passed away. You died five years ago, right in this very spot.”

“I died?” Awsten echoes. Then he looks down at his hands and wiggles his fingers. “I don’t feel dead.”

“Well you are, and so I must call the doctor, because I am having a full conversation with my dead child. I cannot continue to indulge this delusion-”

There’s a flash of color from outside, and the man Geoff recognizes as the one who disappeared five years previously is wandering past the window.

Geoff looks back at Awsten, eyes now even wider.

There’s a long stretch of silence as the two stare at each other, Awsten in confusion and Geoff in disbelief. Suddenly, Geoff turns on his heel and walks away.

“Mr. W!” Awsten calls after him, but Geoff is making a bee-line for the television.

“If this is a joke, it’s not fucking funny!”

Geoff ignores Awsten’s words and flips on the news, which is showing an empty anchor desk. He turns back to Awsten, who still looks entirely baffled but now also afraid.

“I’m not dead,” Awsten pleads, and Geoff can see that his eyes are filled with tears. “I’m not. I feel fine. Please... Dad, it’s not funny; you’re really scaring me.”

Geoff breaks into a jog and stops just in front of him. His hands settle on Awsten’s cheeks for real, and he’s solid, he’s warm. For a long moment, Geoff stares at his face. Awsten’s crying just the tiniest bit, and Geoff is holding his breath.

“Awsten,” Geoff breathes, “is it really you?”

Awsten nods again. “Yes. It’s really me.”

Hurriedly, Geoff draws him into the tightest hug he’s given in his life. He doesn’t even attempt to suppress his sobs as he holds onto his child. “Don’t you ever do that to me again!”

“Do what?” Awsten asks in alarm.

“Disappear!” Geoff practically shouts, squeezing Awsten harder.

Awsten doesn’t respond.

“I grieved you,” Geoff repeats again, the words coming out almost unintelligibly around the crying, “every day for years. Five years! Every day! Awsten... Oh, Awsten, my Awsten... my son... I love you so.”

Awsten is crying more, and suddenly he’s holding on to Geoff like his life depends on it even though he has no idea what’s going on.

Several minutes later, when Geoff finally lets go, he sets a hand on Awsten’s cheek yet again. “This must all be very confusing for you,” Geoff realizes, and Awsten nods fervently. “You - you must believe that I am the crazy one...”

“You’re acting like it,” Awsten responds bluntly. He wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“Yes, yes, I... well, I suppose I am.” He wraps Awsten under his arm - he can’t seem to let go of him, and he swears that he never will again - and ushers him toward the door. “Come. Come. Let’s see if Mary and Otto have returned. Oh, David will be overjoyed. The whole town - the whole world - will be abuzz.” 

Geoff kisses the side of Awsten’s head. “Come,” he whispers to the teenager, leading him down the steps and toward the street, where others have emerged as well. For the first time in what feels like forever, Geoff smiles. “Come.”

#au #awsten #geoff #love #<3

[futurewriter2000]

Please, Mr. Jailer - Pt. 2

A/N: So, I’ve finished it. Finally. I’ve been having this in my drafts for so long but I’ve finally finished it. I’m finishing all my fics I’ve started writing but never finished. Some of them are getting a whole rewrite. 

REQUEST: Omfg please mr. Jailer was spectacular I can't believe it I'm buzzing and asdfghjkl!! Could you please pLeAsE tag me? I'm so frickin excited I can't breathe xx

Xx

It was a laugh, honestly. The whole chase was a laugh and you couldn't help yourself but feel your mouth curve into a wider smile as you ran through the woods.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, (Y/N)! JUST STOP!" he bellowed after you, sending a few red flashes as he did.

And you laughed because it was funny. You turned left and hid behind an enormous tree trunk, placing your hand over your mouth so you don't let out another giggle.

"BOLLOCKS!" he shouted as he finally stopped running and took a breath.

And that was your chance. 3, 2, 1! " STUPEFY!" you shouted, pointing your wand at him and letting its tip let out a red flash, making the black haired Auror fly on the other side of the woods, hitting his head pretty hard.

---

He opened his eyes slowly, his head banging and voices ringing in his head.

"Just go. I'll be up there in a minute." a whisper came from the upper floor as the door shut and steps started to become louder.

His eyelids were so heavy he barely lifted them up to see. Soon as he managed to do that he looked around and felt the tight rope around his wrists and ankles.

"Bloody hell." he groaned and rolled his eyes, starting to look around the room.

"Not so great, is it?" you smiled as you pulled yourself a chair and sat right opposite of him. "Being tied up in some dark room, not knowing where you are."

" You must be overjoyed." he sent you a fake smile before trying to woggle his wrists out of the ropes, jumping with the chair and his feet somehow glued to the floor. "What the...?"

"Oh I used Colashoo on you." you pointed at his feet. "Just being cautious."

"You gotta be kidding me." he let out another groan as you let out a chuckle and stood up.

"Nope. And it's only Monday, so get comfortable."

---

Tuesday

"I hate this-" he wiggled in his chair. " And I hate this stupid chair-" he wiggled again. "And this stupid room-" he paused, taking a deep breath before continuing." And ARGGHHH!" he let out a desperate scream.

" You really don't fancy being in a dark room," you said as you sat on the stairs with a bowl of cereal in your lap.

"Let. Me. Go," he growled, his dark curls blocking his ferocious grey eyes.

"I could..." you stood up and walked over to him. You put one hand on his chair and leaned forward so the two of you were dangerously close. " But I won't." your expression suddenly fell and you had the same fire in your eyes as he did. " You thought I was going to use the Killing Curse on you back at your place." you glared and he stared, not changing his expression at all. " That is why you were relieved, weren't you?"

"With a Rosier blood like yours, I had nothing else to expect." he snarled and you felt your heart spiked my a small tip of a dagger.

But you shook it off. "Remember Sirius...you are a Black, not a Potter."

He started to shake the chair again, fury burning inside of him. "ARGHHH!!!" he screamed again, glaring at you. "I SWEAR! As soon as I get out of this I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR COUSIN!"

" Bye, Black!" you started to walk away, his shouts screaming behind you.

"Get back here! You little-!"

---

Wednesday.

He was finally able to step, barely lifting his weight of the chair as his stomach gave a growl.

He was prepared. A silver pocket-knife in his hand as he slowly made his way upstairs. He was feeling furious with you, prepared to finally take you down and escort you to the Ministry.

He unlocked the door, the voices slowly becoming louder...

" And so he hopped his way on the path to his grandfather, meeting his friend Otto the canary. " you smiled and continued to read as the little boy beside you slowly started to drop his eyelids. " ' Hello there Hopper. What are you doing on this dark path?' the canary asked and Hopper answered. ' I am going to see grandfather, to give him honey and milk.' " you started to drop your voice and looked as he started to breathe a bit fainter. "Come on, young man. You need to go to bed." you took his arms and wrapped them around your neck.

"But what if daddy comes home and I miss him?" he spoke sleepily, not even trying to fight back the sleep that was taking over him.

" You won't. I promise." you whispered and started to take him upstairs, not realizing the man hidden behind a wall...shocked.

As you put the little boy to bed, you made your way downstairs and found a known man sitting on your sofa, wand in his hand.

You raised your arms and stepped away. "Sirius, just leave. I'll go to the Ministry but you can't-"

"Is he yours?" he asked, cutting in and looking at you with his guilty eyes.

" Fabian?" you furrowed your eyebrows, deciding whether to tell him or not. "No." you finally decided to answer.

" Evan's?" he asked, his expression soft and calm.

You looked at the ground and lowered your hands. " He had him right after he graduated. He can't take care of him while he's running from the whole Ministry. Someone has to take care of him."

"Rosier? Reproducing?" he looked confused, almost as it was a miracle.

" Believe it or not, we are people." you rolled your eyes and started gathering the pillows from the sofa.

" Really? I always thought you resembled something more of a Ghoul it not." he joked around and you looked at him, gaping.

"How!" you threw a pillow at him, smiling. "Dare you!" you threw another pillow at him. "You dated me in Hogwarts." you pointed your index finger at him while squinting your eyes.

He grabbed the index finger and leaned forward, grinning. " I also lied a lot in Hogwarts. "

"You!" your eyes were wide yet your mouth beaming at him. He chuckled and let go of your finger, walking around the room and finally sitting down on the sofa.

"I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

---

“ It feels like old times.” you smiled at him, taking another scoop of ice cream and licking the spoon.

“ Bloody hell, that turns me on.” he grinned and winked as you put the spoon out of your mouth and into an ice cream bowl.

“ Exactly like old times.” you smiled and pushed the bowl away from you, sitting in your criss-cross position.

“ Come off it. Just like old times?” he scoffed. “ I’m supposed to bring you to the Ministry and here I am having ice cream with you.”

“ Isn’t that better than chasing me through the woods or either of us being tied down to a chair.” you winked, getting up and taking ice cream back to the freezer. “ Tell me.” you turned around and started walking back to him. “ Why did we break up?” you looked at him and he chuckled.

“ What?” he smiled.

“ Well, I feel like there is more to that break up that you led on.”

“ There’s not.”

“ You keep saying that but you’re the one that stormed out after mentioning it when I was being tied on that chair.”

“ Oh..” he looked at the ceiling dreamily. “ Good times.”

You laughed and threw another pillow at him. “ Come on, Sirius.” you continued to laugh. “ You got the answer while I was with the Deatheaters. Because of Fabian then just tell me why did we break up?” you were now looking at him seriously and he kept avoiding your eyes.” Sirius?”

“ I really liked you.” he smiled up to you and frowned immediately after. “ I really liked you and I didn’t want to end it with you so soon.”

“ But you did. I didn’t ask you to.”

“ And you took it so well.”

“ Took it well.” you scoffed. “ I was furious at you.”

“ Yeah right! You dated that McLaggen boy right after.”

“ Oh, I wonder why I would do that.” you pressed your index finger against his forehead. “ Why do you think?”

He stared, wheels in his head turning until he finally realized, making his grin immediately reappear. “ You tried to make me jealous!” he spoke triumphantly.

“ And apparently it worked.” you laughed, making his triumph quickly disappear.

“ But you liked me back?” he continued to smile, ignoring what you said before.

“ No, dumbass. I dated you because I date everybody I hate.” you retorded sarcastically.

“ WHAT!?” he started laughing out loud, hugging and hitting all the pillows you threw at him before. “ I knew it! I KNEW IT!” he pointed his finger at you and continued to taunt a bit.

“ You knew bullshit, Sirius.” you rolled your eyes and he hugged you from behind.

“ I knew it.” he smiled next to you and kissed your cheek. “ Though, one way or another I had to break up with you.”

“ And why’s that? “ you started to get more serious.

“ Because you’re a Rosier.” he spoke calmly, not even re-thinking the words that came out of his mouth.

“ Excuse me!” you started to get furious, pointing your finger at the door. “ Get out!”

He shot his head to you and his smile faded. “ What? Why?”

“ Get out!” you screamed more intensively now.

“ (Y/n). Honey...” he started to speak more sweetly to you, his hands trying to take a hold of you. “ It’s just that-”

“ No, you know what, Sirius. I don’t give a damn anymore. I told you why I talked to my brother. I told you who Fabian is, now you have to get out!” you snapped at him, staring at his blue eyes that you now despised.

“ But aren’t we going to talk about-”

“ No, we won’t. You’re not staying here to talk down on my family- My blood. You are not here to feel superior or to feel better. I don’t care anymore how you feel towards me or how you felt back in Hogwarts. All of that is over the moment you broke it off. And the reason for me being a Rosier is the most cowardly excuse!”

“ I-”

“ Leave!” you cut him off.

“ You don’t understand-”

“ LEAVE!” you screamed louder so that you heard something crack at the stairs.

You turned around and saw little Fabian peeking through the stair fence.

“ Hey, Fabe.” you now changed your voice completely. “ What are you doing up so late?”

“ I thought it was daddy.” he spoke innocently as a child that he was. His eyes though were stuck on the man standing behind you. “ Who’s that? Is he here to take you away from me?”

“ No, no-”

“ HE CAN’T TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME!” he shouted in your face, tears streaming down his cheeks as you moved away for a bit, realizing what he said.  He threw himself into your arms and kept squeezing you tightly. “ I won’t let go of you! I won’t let him!”

“ Hey, hey..” you hugged him as well. “ I’m not going anywhere, okay? He’s just someone from my past. Nobody important.” you continued to comfort little Fabian. You pulled away from him, watching his adorable, teary eyes let go of few tears before brushing them off with your sleeve. “ Now, why don’t you get back upstairs and I’ll come to tuck you in.” you bumped his nose and he giggled.

“ Okay.” and he was bolting upstairs.

“ Okay,” you whispered before turning back to Sirius and walking closer. “ Sirius, I don’t want any trouble. I just want Fabian to be safe.”

“ Nobody important?” he stared at you, tears holding back as he spoke to you.

“ Sirius...”

“ Yeah, I’ll leave.” he sniffed and cleared his throat, grabbing his coat and wand and walking towards the door. “ I’ll-” he stopped, not even turning around. “ I’ll tell them you’re in the clear, so you don’t have to worry about Fabian.”

You quickly put your hand on his shoulder, before he ran away from you yet again. “ Thank you,” you spoke softly, not even thinking of the fight the two of you had not so long ago. “ And Sirius.” you moved closer and hugged him from behind. “ You were and still are important to me. It’s just too complicated.” you whispered and let go of him softly.

He stood there at the threshold, breathing deeply and squeezing his eyes shut. You stared for a while, tears gathering, heart squeezing seeing him go.

His hand touched the doorknob but instead of twisting it he let go of the coat in his arms, the wand in his hand, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a long-lasting kiss.

You’d have to admit you were surprised at first but you didn’t hesitate to think twice to kiss him back, your hands finding their way into his hair and your fingers gripping his curls.

It was a kiss, different from all of those you received from him in Hogwarts. It felt honest, pure, right.

“ Screw too complicated. It was complicated back then it’s complicated now. For all I know I could die tomorrow regretting not kissing you, regretting not telling how much I have thought about you since I left Hogwarts.” he whispered, his lips an inch apart from yours.

Your hands fell to his cheeks and you barely looked away from his gorgeous plump lips. “ Don’t you ever try to get away from me like that.”

#Sirius Black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #james potter imagine #james potter #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine #Marauders #the marauders #marauders era #marauders imagines #marauders imagine

[littlelovelyspiderling]

A Sinister Situation

This is why I’m not allowed to have free time. I just spend it all writing this crap. Oh well :P Last one before going back to requests, promise!!

Spider-Man is caught in the clutches of his worst nemeses. A deadly predicament turns into a fun little game, which turns out not so fun for the web-slinging hero.

word count: 2,285

This is bad. Really bad.

Spider-Man ducked to avoid a swinging tentacle, leapt to dodge a bolt of electricity, and flung himself behind a cabinet as an energy blast splintered the metal into crumbs. His heart hammered against his ribs. Blood dripped down the side of his face.

There’s too many of them. I’m too weak.

“Come out, Spider-Man!” Shocker laughed. “If you give up, we promise to kill you quickly! You won’t feel a thing!”

Flashes of light and waves of heat washed over the trembling hero. This was insane. All he’d been doing was tracking a lead on Shocker’s lousy posse, the Enforcers. It was meant to be a laid-back, low-key endeavor. Never had he anticipated accidentally stumbling upon the Sinister Six’s secret base. Thankfully, only three members of the gang had been home. Not-so-thankfully, Peter was just getting over a wicked case of the flu.

He didn’t feel sick anymore, but was still pretty fatigued and frail from the battle. Nowhere near ready to be fighting three of his most powerful enemies at once.

Gritting his teeth, Peter frantically adjusted the settings on his web-shooter, then darted into the open.

“Taser web!” he cried, firing a line from his wrist. The webbing hit Shocker’s right gauntlet, sending sparks flying from the weapon and a jolt through his body. He screeched, crashing into Electro, who only shocked him more. The pair collapsed into an electrified heap on the floor. Peter would’ve taken time to celebrate, were he not immediately met with a metal arm slamming into his chest.

Spider-Man flew across the room and crashed into a table of devices, gasping from the impact. Hardly a second later, the arm grabbed him by the ankle and launched him into a concrete wall. The hit rattled him to his core. He slid to the floor like a dead bug on a windshield, moaning in pain, delirious.

Octavius lifted the limp hero up and pinned him against the wall with all four of his mechanical limbs. Peter grimaced, struggling weakly against his hold.

“Oh, you are so in for it now,” Shocker spat. His gauntlets were blackened in places and his eyes were wild with rage. He marched up to Spider-Man, ripping the webbing off his fist.

“What should we do? Fry him? Let me fry him to a crisp!” Electro gathered a ball of electricity between his fingers, grinning from ear to ear.

“No,” Shocker hissed. “I’m the one who gets to do it. I’m killing him.” He flexed his hands at his sides eagerly, ominously. “And since you didn’t give in nicely like I asked, I’m gonna make it slow. Real slow.”

Peter’s blood was ice. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t get away.

“Use you gauntlets,” Doc Oc suggested. “Turn his insides into smoothie.”

Shocker smiled. “What a wonderful idea, Otto. With pleasure.”

This is it, Peter realized.

Shocker powered up his gauntlets and stepped forward.

I’m about to die.

He wrapped his hands around his ribcage. Peter knew how destructive the gauntlets could be from a distance; at this range, his body would shatter from the inside-out, mangled in seconds.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

“Any last words, asshole?” Shocker asked. Peter was too afraid to speak. And yet, something was off, something wasn’t right. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but…

“Really? The most talkative prick I know has nothing to say on his deathbed?”

He blinked. Then it hit him.

My spidey sense isn’t going off.

“Wait—” he began to say, his brain a mush of terror and confusion. But then the gauntlets hummed to life.

“Too late,” Shocker sneered. The deadly devices drilled into his torso.

The sensation was…not what Peter was expecting, to say the least. Not what anyone was expecting.

Instead of blasting his entrails to bits, the gauntlets simply vibrated against his ribs. Before Peter realized it, the scream that had been building inside his throat transformed into an outburst of hysterical giggling.

“Wha—ahahaha! W-wait—whahat—ehehe! Hahahahehe!”

Electro frowned. “Uh…what’s happening?”

“What the hell?” Shocker exclaimed. He took his hands off Spider-Man’s ribcage and stared at them bewilderedly. The young hero was flushed with a mix of relief, embarrassment, and giggly confusion.

“Are your gauntlets malfunctioning or something?” Octavius asked.

“That stupid little freak must have fried them with his webbing,” he growled. “Give me a second.”

Electro turned back to Spider-Man with a curious smile. “Were you just…laughing? Were his gauntlets tickling you?”

Peter reddened even more. This was a very weird conversation to have with someone who was about to murder you in cold blood. “Um…I don’t know. I’m just glad they didn’t, y’know, turn me inside-out, like all of you were hoping.”

To Peter’s disbelief, Electro placed his hands on his stomach and started scurrying his fingers up his sides. He expected his touch to zap him, to hurt, but instead it just kind of tingled.

And tickled. A lot.

“Aha!” Spider-Man yelped, squirming and twitching to try to get away. “H-hehey, quihihit it! Ehehahahaha! Whahat are you doohoohing?”

“Aw, look! The big bad Spider-Man is ticklish! How cute is that?”

“Gehehehet ohoff!” Peter squeaked. This sure was going to be a sad way to go—humiliated by his enemies, followed by death by implosion. Things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“Alright, fixed,” Shocker said, pounding his gauntlets together. He turned back to Spider-Man, gaze cold as stone. “Now take off his mask. I want to watch the light leave his eyes.”

Peter paled. Never mind. They can.

“Ooh, smart!” Electro agreed. “Now we can finally see the face of the freak who’s been causing us so much trouble. And then, y’know, kill him.”

Peter didn’t even have time to protest before Electro yanked the mask off his head. He gaped at his nemeses, his secret demolished, his messy, curly hair sticking up in all different directions. His nemeses gaped back, stunned.

“He looks…” Otto began.

“Twelve,” Electro finished.

Peter didn’t know whether to be terrified, shocked, or insulted. “I…I’m not twelve,” he managed to say. He strained uselessly against Octavius’ grip.

“He’s a…kid,” Shocker said. “You’re a kid.”

“Your face is a kid,” he shot back. He was too afraid to come up with anything clever.

“Spider-Man?” Electro snorted, fluttering his fingers against his belly. “More like Spider-Nugget. Did you come up with that name yourself?”

Peter fought so hard not to laugh, but it was simply impossible. It was so much worse now that his face wasn’t hidden. His pink cheeks and giggly smile were free for all diabolical eyes to see.

“Mhmmhehehe! S-screhew yohohou Mahahahaxwell! Ehehehahaha!”

“Aw. He’s trying so hard to be tough. But Spidey’s just too tiny and ticklish, isn’t he?”

The teasing was just as bad as the wiggly fingers skittering across his skin. Octavius rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder. 

“Shocker? Any day now.”

Schultz hesitated, glancing between his hands and Spider-Man’s face. “Uh…right. Okay.” He strode forward, nudging Electro out of the way, who had rendered the kid breathless with laughter. The happy spark in his eyes vanished instantly when the Shocker’s gauntlets lifted towards him.

Schultz recognized the look. He recognized it all too well.

Peter could tell Shocker was acting a lot more reluctant than before. Then his gauntlets hummed back to life and clamped on to his torso. Apparently, he wasn’t reluctant enough.

But, once again, bone-crushing pain didn’t follow. Instead, the gauntlets started vibrating again. More than before. A lot more.

And Peter Parker was, once again, rendered a laughing, wriggling mess. It tickled so much, he thought he might implode anyway.

“Ahahahahahehehaha!” He shrieked. He thrashed helplessly, curling his hands into fists. “Stohohahap trihihicking mehehehe!”

“Uh oh, looks like they’re malfunctioning again,” Shocker said robotically. He started moving his hands all over his torso, kneading his fingers into his sides, tummy, and underarms. “Give it a minute. Maybe they just need to warm up.”

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as Spider-Man laughed and laughed and laughed. He’s doing it on purpose! he realized. Oh thank God. He isn’t going to kill me. At this point, however, he didn’t know which one was crueler: murdering him, or more of this.

Because the gauntlets weren’t just buzzing anymore. They were sending out little pulses, which were attacking every inch of Peter’s torso. Normally, the pulses hurt, like miniature explosions. Right now, the pulses were like tiny tickle-bombs going off every second, wrecking his entire midsection with unbearable sensations.

That combined with the ten buzzing fingers squeezing and tweaking his most ticklish spots, Peter was going absolutely mad.

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP!” Spider-Man cried. Every other giggle was interrupted by bouts of hiccups. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHETHEHEHAHA!”

“Schultz,” Otto snorted knowingly. Shocker glanced back at him.

“Hold on, they’re getting there,” he assured him. His gaze returned to the squealing, beat-red kid in front of him, and he hinted a smile. “See? Spidey’s about to burst. They’re not even working properly, and he’s already begging for mercy.”

“EHEHAHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIHIHIT! MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIT STOHOHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Yeah, it’s definitely killing him,” Electro giggled.

Nicked with sympathy, Shocker finally relinquished his tickle attack. Spider-Man was nothing but a red, giggling blob. His whole torso tingled from the energy pulses, like a bunch of tiny feathers were brushing his skin.

“Well darn. I guess my gauntlets really are broken.” He turned away and shrugged. “Oh well. I suppose someone else will have to kill him instead.”

“Why won’t you finish the job?” Otto growled. “Five minutes ago, you were ready to pulverize his entrails into jelly.”

Schultz winced shyly. “I know, but…” He crossed his arms against his chest with a sigh. “Look, I have a niece who looks close to him in age. I can’t just go murdering a kid like that, no matter how much he’s pissed me off.”

“You literally kill people all the time,” Octavius said.

“Yeah. But not kids. I mean, look at him.”

With his pink face, messy hair, and listlessly giggly smile, it was hard for anyone to deny how adorable Spider-Man was. Otto scoffed.

“Fine. Electro, you do it.”

Electro blinked. “Oh. Um, alrighty.”

The super villain approached the young hero, who was still recovering from Shocker’s vicious tickle torture. When he saw Electro coming toward him, he cringed.

“Oh man, plehease,” he whimpered. “I hate this so muhuch.”

“Really? I think it’s pretty fun.” Clearing his throat, Electro gingerly raised one finger and pressed it to Peter’s chest. “One bolt through the heart should, uh, do the trick.”

A flash of terror glinted in the teenager’s eyes. He could feel the static heat seeping from his fingertip through the material of his costume, burning against his skin, moments from frying him to death. He met the villain’s ice cold stare.

Then Electro huffed.

“Dammit! I can’t do it!” His hands suddenly pounced on Peter’s belly, scribbling it with tickles. “He’s just too cute!”

Peter giggled wildly, throwing his head back and wrenching against his restraints. Electro’s tickling was less intense, more playful, but still just as insufferable.

Not to mention embarrassing. So. Freaking. Embarrassing.

Why couldn’t they just kill him already?

“Ehehehahahagh! Stohohopstohahahapstahahahap it!”

“This is ridiculous,” Otto grumbled.

Electro stepped back and gestured toward a very loopy and winded Spider-Man. “If you’re so eager to kill him, then be my guest.”

“Yeah, Doctor Octopus,” Shocker called. “You kill him.”

Octavius tilted his chin toward the ceiling. “If I let him go to kill him, then he will get away. It has to be one of you.”

Shocker waved him off. “You don’t want to kill him just like we don’t. Admit it.”

“Well if we don’t kill him, then what will we do with him? We can’t just let him go; he knows where our base is.”

Schultz tapped his chin in thought. A sinister smile spread across his lips. “Well, we’ll just have to make sure he never tells anyone about this place. And that he never comes here again.”

Shocker turned back to Spider-Man, walking slowly. Even though he knew he wasn’t going to kill him this time, Peter still stiffened in fear.

“Listen very carefully, Spidey. In exchange for your silence, we will set you free. If you promise to never speak of our lair to anyone, and to never return here, we will not kill you today. Understand?”

Peter nodded eagerly. He was lying. He was sure they knew that. Still, he just wanted to get out of here. He couldn’t take another second of this back-and-forth, heart-attack-inducing game of ‘murder or tickling’.

Shocker continued toward him.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Because you do know what will happen if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain, right?”

“I do,” Electro snickered.

Peter blushed even more than he already was. He hoped it didn’t show. “Mmhmm. Yep. Got it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re positive?”

“Yes!”

“You don’t need me to explain?”

“Yes! I mean—no! I mean—” He grimaced at his mistake. “You know what I mean!”

Shocker tilted his head to the side. “Mm, no, I don’t think I do.”

“Shocker, I swear…”

Schultz held up his gauntlets with an evil grin. “I think I’d better demonstrate, just to make certain that everything’s clear.”

“I think I’d better help,” Electro concurred.

“Nohoho!” Peter pleaded. They weren’t even touching him yet, and he was already helpless with giggles. “Guhuhuys—come ohohohon—plehehehease! Gehehet awahahay! I swehehear—I swehehear I’m gohohonna—ehehehaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

By the time they finally set him free, Peter was in shambles. If any of his other villains found out about his weakness, he was absolutely screwed. He decided if he did break his promise and return to the Sinister Six’s secret base, he’d best be at his full strength. And he’d definitely bring backup.

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[tom-hollands-eyelash]

Don’t Forget Us (Peter Parker X Stark!reader) part 3

Summary: What would happen if you were Tony Starks daughter and could lift Mjölnir.

Word count: 1,713

A/n: I’ve had this idea for a while now and I can’t wait to share it with you guys! Please leave feedback, it’s always appreciated. If you want to be tagged please shoot me an ask or reblog this. It makes it easier for me.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

***

You felt something cold and hard on your skin before fully waking up.

“What if she doesn’t corroperate?” A gruff male voice said.

“Then we’ll make her. Don’t you remember how he was before he complied?” A small female voice said.

“Yeah.” The male voice laughed. “He was all like,’You won’t get away with this’ and ‘Steve’s gunna find me.’ It was a laugh, I still watch the videos of his tortures back for a good laugh.”

“So do I honestly. Now go wake the girl up, she’s had a long enough nap.”

“My plessure.” The gruff voice said with his footsteps getting louder and louder as he got closer to you. You felt a sharp sting on your right cheek before fully waking up. You open your eyes only to be met with a bald man with broad shoulders and a scar over his left eye. You tried to move your arm to touch your cheek but felt the tug of the coarse rope on your wrists.

“Good you’re finally awake, Prisoner #56898 really did a number on you.” A female voice from the shadow chuckled.

“Who are you? Where am I!?” You asked pulling on the restraints.

“Awe what? Is daddy’s little girl scared?” The female asked in a mocked voice as she came into the light. Giving you a chance to spit in her face as she bent down to get a better look at you.

“My dad WILL find me, he always does!” You stated through your clenched teeth. The female that was wearing a black leather pantsuit with a black lace bralette as a shirt laughed as through it was the funniest thing she’s heard all day.

“Oh young Stark, I’m afraid your precious daddy and the other Avengers can’t help you now.” Her laugher echoed through the barren room before turning away from you and walking to the bald man that woke you up. “Otto, bring in Prisoner #56898 and have him take Y/N to the lab to begin.” Otto sent one of his men to grab whoever it is they’re talking about and walked towards you.

“What are you going to do me!?” You cried after her. “Let me go!”

“And shut her up will you? I’m tired of hearing her annoying high pitched voice.” The woman in black said as she melted into the shadows.

You heard a door open and shut only to be met with the same man you saw in your dad’s lab only without the mask and his black suit. You immediately recognized him; not as your kidnapper, but as Steve Rodgers best friend. “Bucky?” You asked out of disbelief. Uncle Steve said he died during World War II after falling off a HYDRA train while trying to capture Dr. Zola.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asked before everything when black.

—

Tony ran into the living room with a gray work out shirt on backward, hair a mess, and black sweats with the left pant leg pushed up to the bottom of the knee and right pant leg down on his ankle.

“Parker what’s wrong? Where’s my daughter?!” Tony says frantically looking around the living room for you.

“She said she was going to reboot F.R.I.D.A.Y and told me to get you.” He said to the older man.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y run diagnostics.” Tony said as he continued to look for Y/N. When F.R.I.D.A.Y didn’t respond he looked at Peter. “Peter I thought you said Y/N rebooted F.R.I.D.A.Y.” He said looking at the terrified young boy.

“She said she was going to!” Peter said holding his hands up in defense, Tony’s eyes widen and worry now clouded his eyes. “She ran to your lab at the same time I ran to get you.” Tony now had his back to Peter as he made his way over to his lab mumbling.

“You better hope she’s alright.” Tony said to Peter running toward a long hallway. “Y/N! Sweetie.” Peter heard Tony call as they made their way down the hall to find you. “You okay?” Tony stopped dead in his tracks when he found an empty lab. He made his way over to one of the many computers to check the status of the A.I’s reboot only to find it was never activated. Tony turned around to see Peter standing awkwardly in the doorway. “She’s not here. And she never even activated the reboot.” Peter’s head shot up when those words left Tony’s mouth. “Parker. Where. Is. She!?”

He hung his head in shame knowing he didn’t even try to protect the girl he had a crush on, his chestnut curls covering his eyes to shield his vision from Tony’s peircing stare. “I don’t know Mr. Stark. I’m sorry, I know. I failed you and I failed Y/N. I’m so sor-!” Peter said tears filling his eyes.

“SORRY’S NOT GOING TO CUT IT DAMNIT! SORRY ISN’T GOING TO BRING MY DAUGHTER BACK NOW IS IT?” Tony sighed before letting his head hang low. “I’ll deal with you later Parker. Right now we need to find my daughter.” He said after a while turning away from Peter. “Go get everyone else. We need all hands on deck for this.” He walked to the other side of the lab, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair muttering to himself.

“Yes sir.” Peter said in a small and week voice before leaving to wake up the other Avengers.

Peter left Tony alone walking around his lab while waiting for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to reboot. He paced back and forth only for his foot to hit a small metal object that rolled across the floor after kicking it. He picked it up to find something that looked like a spray can. He shook his head and chuckled slightly, Y/N must have hidden this to tag his suits with the symbols of the different sailor scouts from Sailor Moon again. He flipped the van over to see what Pretty Guardian it’ll be this time, what he saw shocked him causing him to drop the can and run to the room Steve occupied. “Rodgers! Rodgers wake up now!” Tony said throwing one of Steve’s boots at him to wake him up.

“What Stark?” Steve said rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“It’s Y/N.” Tony said causing Steve to sit up straight. “I think she’s been taken by HYDRA.”

*THREE YEARS LATER*

“The case regarding the dissaperance of Y/N Stark, has been deemed closed, and the young Stark dead due to lack of evidence. She was taken at 2:30AM from the Stark Tower three years ago today, if you have any news regarding the 16 year old please con-“ Steve shut off the TV and stood up off the couch leaving Peter to curl up into a tighter ball and fall over in his side.

“She’s gone. She’s really gone.” Peter said clutching his knees. “And it’s all my fault. I should’ve gone with her to the lab, or she should’ve gotten her dad and I reboot F.R.I.D.A.Y., I’m as much of a genius as she is!” He said balancing himself up again and looking at his feet “was.” He corrected.

“There’s no way she’s really gone. And it’s no one’s fault but HYDRA’s. Trust me I know I’ve been fighting those suckers since the 1940s.” Steve said putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“I miss her though. I really liked her Steve, but I couldn’t protect her. Shouldn’t I’ve at least tried a little harder to protect the people I really care about? That’s why I have a secret identity to protect them from harms way. Isn’t that why you crashed that ship back in 1945? To protect New York? To protect Peggy?” Peter finally looked up only to be met with Steve’s broken eyes. Peter then realized what he said and quickly got off the couch. “I-I’m sorry! I was just-I didn’t mean-I’m just gonna.” He stammered before leaving to go to his room in the tower.

“We all miss her.” Steve said to himself.

—

“Now who is this?” A German doctor asked you as he held up a man in a red white and blue suit holding a circular shield.

“Uncle Steve.” You said sweating knowing it was the wrong answer but not wanting to give in to HYDRA even though that you both knew you were close.

The German doctor smirked and sighed as he shook his head. “Wrong answer.” And with that you felt a sudden jolt of a sharp and quick tremor move all throughout your body as the man electrocuted you. “Now let’s try this again, who is this man?” He said once more as he held up the same picture. “And before you answer, that was just the second setting, but let’s go all the way up to ten yeah?”

“The Captain Steve Rodgers, enemy of HYDRA.” You said through your teeth, you couldn’t take the pain anymore. Yesterday was it water boarding and today it’s electrocution, what would tomorrow be? The thought terrified you. They’ve been at this for the last three years of your life, and it was apparent that your dad and the Avengers weren’t going to save you from this, it will just be easier to comply and quit crying.

“Good. Now who’s this?” He asked holding up a picture of a man in an iron suit with an impressive goatee. He looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You felt your heart break and your eyes swell up with tears as you remember who that man was.

“That’s the man who disappointed me. Who left me here. Who never found me. THE MAN I WILL KILL IN THE NAME OF HYDRA!” You hissed each word dripped with venom as your cheeks wetted from your tears. “My father Tony Stark.”

The doctor smiled as he pressed a button on his control panel, “take her away Otto. I must talk with Ursula.” He said as Otto took you away. “Ursula, she’s ready.”

“Good. Send Prisoner #56898 out to wreak some havoc. I think it’s time for Y/N to see her family again after all these years. Don’t you?” She chuckled.

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Good to You CH.17

Marcel looked down on his courtyard in the Abattoir, hundreds of his vampires had congregated, forming quite the crowd as they conversed and drank. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night!” Marcel welcome them with his air of charm and charisma, drawing their full focus. “And, the first rule of Fight Night is: The vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these” he held on his hand where a daylight rested on his finger. “a daylight ring. If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face. All you got to do is kick a little ass.” He encouraged. “Here we go!” All the vampires started to form a circle as they waited for the announcement of the fighters, for their name to be called, waiting for the chance, for a shot at their very own daylight ring. “Our first two contenders: Felicia and Otto!” Marcel announced loudly, his voice ringing out around them.   Felicia and Otto stepped into the circle the group formed and the two vampires went at each other, giving the fight their all, as the rest of the vampires cheered them on. At one point it appeared that Otto had the upper-hand, but ultimately Felicia won the fight, killing Otto.   “Damn, girl!” Marcel praised impressed. “Not bad!” Felicia grinned up at Marcel, pride feeling her but then she felt a hand yanking her back her head being pulled roughly to the side, baring her neck not a second later her flesh was being torn, sharp fangs sinking into her neck, a hot fire ripped through her, it felt like she was burning from the inside out. A scream escaped her lips one of pain and agony. “Niklaus!” Elijah pulled on Klaus, making him release his hold on the girl, she dropped to her knees, hand covering her ripped throat, shaking. The whole courtyard fell silent and Marcel glared down at Klaus.   “What the hell do you think you're doing?” demanded Marcel. “We had a deal. I was under the impression you weren’t going to go around killing my people.” “It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs!” Elijah cut in, looking around at the other vampires distastefully. “We've come here for-” “You took someone from me and I want her back!” Blood dripped down Klaus’s chin, his eyes blackened. “You will return her to me or your vampires will start dropping like flies!” he waved his hand at Felicia. She's not dead. Yet. You want to save her life you’ll do as I want.” 

Elijah glared at Klaus for rudely cutting him off. “We just want you to give us the girls. It would be a shame if we had to start killing all of you,” He stared up at Marcel. “Starting with you.” “You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands.” Marcel looked down at them from his balcony, his hands wrapped around the banister.   “Your home, is it?” Klaus repeated, damn near scoffing. It was his home. He built it.   “The girls!” Elijah’s voice echoed around them. “I will not ask again.” “I assume you're talking about Hayley and Caroline? Yea high, one has dark hair, bitchy attitude? And the pretty little blonde, she was a whole lot more charming? Who are they, anyway?” “Their both old friends. You know how sentimental I am about old friends.” Klaus stepped forward, wiping the blood from his chin. “However, some friends are worth more than others.” Klaus’s warning was clear. He really didn’t want to have to kill Marcel but if it came down to him and Caroline, he knew what his choice was gonna be. He would always choose Caroline.   “Well, I ain't got them. And before you start whining, I did pay them a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up residence.” Marcel informed them, his eyes narrowing. “Your girls, Hayley and Caroline, answered the door, we exchanged hellos, that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even help you find them.” He leaned forward, gripping the banister more tightly. “But the question that I'd ask is: if Hayley and Caroline aren't here, then where are they?” 

Hayley felt the familiar feeling of being inside a moving vehicle, her eyes snapped open, she saw Caroline unconscious across from her near the back. She tried to sit up but she couldn’t her wrist tightly bound. She struggled to get her feet toward the window and tried to kick the window out, hoping she could escape somehow. “Caroline?” She hissed, hoping she could wake her, she sighed in annoyance when the blonde didn’t so much as twitch. The vehicle came to a sudden stop and a moment later the trunk was being open, a pair of arms reaching for her, she immediately started kicking, anything to keep them from touching her, the force in which she kicked had her body sliding closer to Caroline, bumping into her. “Seriously?” said a male voice. Hayley knew that voice, it was almost as recognizable as her own. “Tyler?”   “You don't wanna fight me, Hayley. You know you can't beat a hybrid.” He used her shock against her and zip tied her ankles, ensuring that she couldn’t run away.   “Aahh!” She struggled against him once again realizing what he was doing. “Let me go, you backstabbing half-breed piece of shi-” “Shut up!” Tyler snapped, cutting her off, he pulled her out of the trunk, throwing her over his shoulder, he cast Caroline’s form a quick glance making sure the vervain he injected her with was keeping her down. He walked away from his vehicle, walking down the road, his hybrid eyes glowing with the anger and frustration coursing through him. 

Elijah and Klaus were seated in the backyard of the Abattoir waiting for Marcel.  “Not the most attractive community, are they?” Asked Elijah in mild distaste. “You do realize they can hear you?” Klaus muttered, wiping the blood from his wrist. He had cured the vampire he had bitten in return Marcel would help them narrow down Hayley and Caroline’s location.   “You do realize I don't care?” Elijah responded. “You know, Elijah, I liked you better in that box,” Marcel said approaching them. Followed by some of his vampires and the witch, Sabine. Elijah only response to that was to stare back at Marcel unapologetic. Marcel turned to Klaus. “But Klaus, my sire, you I owe the world, and I always show respect to my elders. If your special lady friends are missing, you could benefit from the help of a witch. And, since I control all the witches in this town, I'll grant you one little locator spell. Sabine's the best guide in the Quarter. Need to find someone? I guarantee, she's your girl.” he turned on his heel to leave them to their business.   “Where are you going?” Klaus called after him.   Marcel turned back to him. “I hate to cut this short, but the sun's coming up soon. My nightwalkers need to get inside, and I have got a city to run. I leave you to track down your two lost sheep.” With those departing words, he left. “Can you find them?” Elijah asked Sabine, his focus solely on her.   “I can try,” Sabine answered.   “There is no try!” Klaus said sharply, leveling her with a heavy glare. “You will get it done!’ Sabine glared but said nothing. 

Tyler dropped Hayley on the front stoop of a little shack. “What is this place?” Hayley looked around.   “The armpit of Louisiana.” Tyler pulled a knife out of his pocket. “What are you gonna do with that?” asked Hayley worriedly.   “Depends on you.” He used the knife to cut through the zip ties on her ankles.   “Hey, you attacked me, remember?” Hayley glared angrily. “You ambushed me, in my own backyard.” “It's not your backyard, it's Klaus's! You're shacked up in that mansion with that psycho. A long way from the girl I've met in the Appalachians, helping other werewolves.” Tyler snapped. “What Caroline wasn’t enough for him he had to have you, too and you go right along with it.”   Hayley looked at him apologetically. “Tyler, I'm sorry, but a lot has happened since the last time I saw you.” “You mean that you're pregnant? Two-hybrid babies, yeah, I know all about it. I've been roaming around the bayou, asking questions. Let me tell you what I learned!” He pulled down Hayley's sweater-sleeve baring the birthmark on her shoulder. “This crescent birthmark means you come from a big-shot family. Some kind of royalty for the werewolves of this region. And right here,” he gestured around him, “this is all that's left of them.” Hayley looked around and saw more shacks and tents made of blankets. Hayley spotted a woman standing nearby. “Hey!” She called out to her. The woman jumped startled and turned on her heel, sprinting away, fleeing.   “Help me!” Hayley yelled after her.   “They can't help you!” Tyler snapped at her. “They're in the woods, hiding because they were persecuted for decades by vampires.” “Is that her?” A man asked her, appearing.   “Yeah, Dwayne. Get her inside.” Tyler ordered, walking away. He had to go back for Caroline before she regained consciousness and properly bound her so she couldn’t complicate matters further.   The man stalked toward her and Hayley called after Tyler’s retreating figure. “Tyler? Tyler!” 

Sabine waved her hand over a map she had spread out on a table in the courtyard of the Abattoir. A puddle of Klaus' blood traced from their current location to where Hayley was in the bayou. “Hayley’s in the backcountry and if you’re lucky Caroline is with her.” Sabine looked the location on the map over. “They’re Way up, past Houma, deep in the bayou.”   “I don't suppose you could be more precise?” Elijah questioned.   “What's the matter, Elijah? You're worried a bit of splashing about in the bog might ruin your expensive shoes?” Klaus challenged.   “As a matter of fact, after my recent confinement, I could use a decent stroll through the countryside.” Elijah countered, refusing to rise to his brother’s bating taunts.   “There are stories of exiled werewolves, encampments,” Sabine informed them. “If Hayley went out that far, chances are she went to find them.”   “Clearly, she hopes to make the acquaintance of more like herself. I suppose our company wasn't good enough for her.” Klaus groused. “And if she roped Caroline up in this we are going to have a serious problem.” Elijah looked at Sabine worriedly.  After Klaus's display in the church, he wasn't sure just how far Niklaus was willing to go for Ms. Forbes. 

Josh was seated at a table, drinking and watching a group of vampires play drinking games. “You could always join them, you know.” Josh looked up to see Marcel approaching him. “Uh, drinking games? It's not really my thing.” Josh shook his head, shooting the suggestion down. “It kind of reminds me of the jocks in my high school. We had a pretty high quota of what you'd call 'douche-nozzles.'" Marcel smiled. “Bullies, huh?” “Yeah.” Josh nodded.   “Wonder what'd happen if you saw those guys now. I bet you'd tear them apart, right? “ Marcel asked archly. “Ah, yeah, totally. Ha probably go all vamp ninja on them.” Josh responded uncomfortably, the thought of killing his old bullies never even cross his mind. He never wanted to hurt people no matter how horrible they might have been.   Marcel laughed. “You're a funny guy, Josh.” he narrowed his eyes suddenly. “In fact, I thought it was really funny last night, you know, seeing you at that plantation where Klaus is staying.” Josh quickly stood up, his instincts telling him to run, but he found his path blocked by several other vampires.   “Oh, hoho, hahaha!” Marcel chuckled darkly. “You going somewhere, Josh?” Josh swallowed nervously in response. 

Klaus and Elijah made their way out to the Bayou and were searching near the werewolf encampments for Hayley and Caroline. “You seem quite determined to find the little wolf,” Klaus commented watching as Elijah kept a fast pace.   “If I'm moving too fast for you, Niklaus, you're welcome to wait in the car. Do be certain to leave the windows down.” Elijah snarked back at him condescendingly.   “Ah, so I've touched a nerve?” Klaus smirked. “You've begun to admire this girl. Perhaps that's why you've been barking orders since your return, hoping to impress Hayley by assuming the role of family patriarch." “If you're going to insist on treating her like a walking incubator, then that's your mistake!” Elijah snapped. “I’ve made it no secret that she means nothing to me. Her only value is my twins that she carries. Her presence is inconvenient but necessary.” “Her life matters, Niklaus, she is the mother of your children and you should treat her with the same importance you do Ms. Forbes.” “She is not Caroline,” Klaus said sharply, sniffing around catching a familiar scent that had his ire rising to the surface. He looked around, eyes narrowing.   “Have you found Hayley or Caroline’s scent?” Elijah asked, watching as he clenched his jaw.   “No, but I found someone else's. This vehicle reeks of someone I thought I was rid of...Tyler Lockwood.” He sneered the name with disgust and loathing. “And why would your little hybrid-sidekick from Mystic Falls have any interest in Hayley?” “He wants revenge because I went after his girl.” Klaus spat.  Caroline had deserved better than the likes of Tyler Lockwood. “Miss Forbes?” Elijah said with realization, knowing his brother had tried again and again to win over Caroline affection from the glimpse he had of her mind. Still, he thought there had to be more than Klaus was saying. “Why do I suspect this is the least of your offenses?” Elijah questioned accusingly. “Back when I had the means to sire hybrids, he was my first, Although, I didn't give him much choice in the matter.” Klaus pulled a blanket out of the abandoned car and sniffed at it. “He was loyal in the beginning, but he grew insubordinate, turned my other hybrids against me. I couldn't have that, so I massacred the lot of them. Tyler ran like a coward before I could finish him off.” “Anything else that you would like to share?” asked Elijah exasperated. “Well, there was this business with his mum.” his lips pulled up into a cruel smirk. Elijah looked at him incredulously. “You killed his mother.” his look turned to one of disapproval. “Wonderful,” he said dryly. “He needed to be taught a lesson!” Klaus snapped. “And is that why you went after Caroline?” Elijah challenge. Klaus glared at him. “I told you what she means to me and that has nothing to do with Bloody Lockwood. Caroline deserved better than him!” “None of this would be happening if you didn’t have an obsession with this girl,” Elijah said accusingly. Klaus glared. “Do not try and diminish what I feel for Caroline.” Elijah looked exasperated. “If what you say is true, there is a history there with Tyler and Caroline. Perhaps that history will keep him from hurting her but what's stopping him from harming, Hayley?” Elijah stepped forward his eyes hard. “You say Tyler needed to be taught a lesson but what lesson will you be taught, Niklaus, if he retaliates by harming Hayley?” “So you do care about her. Well, go on, then. Have at it, brother. Save her. Claim what spoils you can.” Klaus smirked, tauntingly. “I've sampled what she has to offer and let me tell you, she was lousy, the worst-” Elijah cut him off, having heard enough of his brother talking ill of Hayley. “Niklaus, so help me…” “Enough.” Klaus cut him off not caring for his brother's chivalrous defense on Haley’s behalf. All he cared about was tracking down Caroline. “I'll kill Tyler Lockwood myself.” Caroline would just have to forgive him. Klaus vamp-sped away with the intention of finding Caroline and ridding himself of Tyler Lockwood once and for all.

Marcel enters St. Anne’s attic with a large canvas bag thrown over his shoulder. “Marcel, something is happening," Davina informed him, her tone worried. “There is a witch doing magic in the Quarter.” “Oh, no worries, that one is Marcel-approved!” he waved her concern off. “Besides…” He dropped the large sack on the floor. “Got something else for you to handle!” Marcel opened the bag to reveal Josh inside. Josh got his bearings, looking around a little disoriented but when he saw Davina his expression clouded over with one of fear. “Oh, no. Y-you're the super witch.” “Say hi to Josh,” Marcel told Davina introducing the young vampire. “Why would you bring him here?” asked Davina confused. “Josh has a problem. Klaus compelled him to spy on me.” Marcel forced Josh to sit in a chair. Josh struggled against his strong grip. “Agh!” Marcel clamped a hand down hard on Josh’s shoulder, forcing him to stay seated. “I can't have that. So I thought: ‘I'll just kill Josh…’” “Marcel, please!” Josh pleaded eyes wide with fear. “It's not my fault!” “...then I thought: 'Killing a vampire, that would be breaking my own rule.' Smart thing to do is to flip Josh, that way, he can tell Klaus whatever I want.” Marcel continued as if Josh hadn't spoken at all. “He could even spy for me. All we gotta do is wipe away that compulsion. So, what do you think?” “I can make him forget what Klaus told him. But, the more Klaus said, the more it is gonna hurt.” Davina cautioned. “Hm, probably gonna hurt a lot.” Marcel mused not knowing how far Klaus’s compulsion went but guessing it went pretty deep. “Josh?” he asked, looking down at him. “I-I'll do it, anything, yes,” Josh answered quickly. He didn't want to die. What was some pain in comparison to dying, anyway? He paused, considering it. “How much pain are we talking?” Davina held up a hand, beginning the painful process of removing Josh's compulsion. His vision started to blur, and his mouth opened on a shout of pain, agony ripping through his skull, unlike anything he had ever felt before. 

Caroline let out a groan, her eyes fluttered open and it took her a moment to get her bearings, feeling disoriented. She frowned at the feeling of the hard surface beneath her, rolling onto her back she tried to sit up but found it harder than it should have been, the familiar feeling of vervain coursing through her system. “Your gonna be weak for a while.” Hayley’s voice sounded from a few feet away. “You were hit with a large dose of vervain.” “Why vervain?” Caroline managed to pull herself toward a wall and sat up against the wall, since her ankles wrist were bound, the rope burning like it had been soaked in vervain. Looking around, she frowned noticing they were in a rundown shack and that Hayley was zip-tied to a fire stove. “Shouldn’t you be able to break free?” she thought werewolves were strong enough to break free of zip-ties. “If I could don’t you think I would have broken free already?!” Hayley snapped. Caroline rolled her eyes wincing from the vervain ropes around ankles and wrist. “Well, who the hell is behind this?” Hayley opened her mouth just as Tyler walked in. Caroline stared at him in wide-eyed surprise. “Tyler?” “Don’t even think about moving or I will inject you with enough vervain to even put down an original.” Tyler's voice was cold as he glared at her.   “Why are you in New Orleans? Why are doing this?” Caroline demanded. “I think the better question is what are you doing in New Orleans living with Klaus of all people?!” Tyler countered. “I don’t know which of you is worse. You for living in his house or Hayley for being stupid enough to sleep with him and get knocked up? You want to know why I’m doing this? It should be pretty obvious.” he sneered.   “This is about your grudge against Klaus?” Caroline asked in disbelief. “Seriously?!” “Tyler, there's been a wolf watching me lately.” Hayley cut in. “Protecting me, like it instinctively knows that I'm part of its pack.” She paused, watching him closely. “You're a hybrid, you can turn into a wolf whenever you want. Was it you?” “No, it wasn’t him,” Caroline interjected. “I’ve seen that wolf and I’ve seen Tyler’s wolf. It’s someone else.” The wolf that had been following Hayley's fur wasn’t pitch black. Tyler’s wolf was. “But you're right, only hybrids can control when they change,” Tyler told Hayley. “And I'm the only one left, besides Klaus. Which is why we're here.” “Whatever you think you're doing, you know that whole Original family has made some sort of pact, or something, to keep me and my children safe. So, if you hurt me, they'll kill you.” Hayley warned. Caroline raised a brow at her. Hayley was putting a lot of importance on herself when really it was the babies that she carried that were the ones who were important. “What makes you think I'm afraid to die?” Tyler asked her. “What are you planning?” Caroline asked warily, she didn’t think she could reason with him. She knew how much he hated Klaus and if this all boiled down to Klaus she wasn’t sure how far he was willing to take this.   Caroline’s gaze snapped up when she heard approaching footsteps. Dwayne had returned walking into the shack, joining them. Caroline frowned at the stranger having never seen him before. “You ready for this?” Tyler addressed Dwayne.   Dwayne nodded. “Let's do it.” Tyler crouched down digging through a bag at his feet and drew out a large syringe.   Hayley’s eyes widened, her breath spiking with fear. “What are you doing?” “Tyler! Don’t! Those babies are innocent!” Caroline shouted at him, she tried to push off the floor but fell back against the hard unforgiving floor and silently cursed the vervain in her system and the damn ropes enabling her. Dwayne walked over to Hayley and held her down as Tyler crouched down in front of her. “Tyler, please, NO, Tyler!” She screamed panicked. Sophie would only help her with her pack if she helped her and she couldn’t do that if she lost their leverage. If she lost Klaus and Caroline’s babies she didn’t have anything to bargain with, to help her people.    “Klaus destroyed everything good in my life! So, I'm gonna take away something of his!” he glanced back at Caroline who was trying to get up again. “And then I’m going to take what he wants most and leave this city. He’ll never see you again!” “I’m not going anywhere with you.”  Caroline grounded out. She couldn’t believe what Tyler’s grudge against Klaus had turned him into. “NO, PLEASE, TYLER, PLEASE!” Hayley begged when Tyler focused back on her, her tone littered with fear and panic.   Tyler ignored her and jammed the syringe into Hayley's stomach. Hayley screamed out in pain as he drew out a measure of her blood. When Tyler emoved the syringe from her body, he jammed it into Dwayne’s neck, injecting him with the blood and then he snapped his neck, Dwayne dropped to the floor. Hayley stared at him in horror. Caroline looked at him in anger, her stomach twisting uncomfortably just looking at him. 

Marcel walked through St. Anne’s after dropping off Josh with Davina, he headed for the doors to leave but stopped when he noticed another presence. “I thought you were leaving town!” Marcel called out. “Couldn't stay away, huh?”   He grunted when suddenly his back slamming into the floor, a stiletto heel, pressing against his neck, pinning him to the floor. “I was half past Louisiana when I found out you invaded our home. What have you done with Hayley and Caroline?” she demanded.   “You're so hot when you're angry,” Marcel told her, lips pulling into a smirk.   Rebekah lifted Marcel from the floor and threw him into the nearby wall. He bounced off it and fell into a heap on the floor. “Ahh.” “You used me!” Rebekah accused.   Marcel picked himself back up. “I'm pretty sure that was mutual.” “Beguiled by your charms, I slept with you, like a fool, led you to our home, and then you took Hayley and Caroline!” she accused.   “Whoa, I didn't take anybody!” Marcel protested. “Alright? I already sorted this out with your brothers. But, it begs the question: Why'd you come back?” Rebekah’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “If Klaus learns it's my fault you found your way to the plantation--” “You really think I'd rat you out?” Marcel interrupted. “Come on!” he reached out, caressing her cheek. “If you think that I'd ever, in a thousand years, do anything to hurt you, you've got me confused with Klaus.” “All your charms and flirtations simply prove that you're every bit the liar and manipulator that Klaus is.” Rebekah glared at him and she was tired of falling for it.   Marcel looked at her with a hurt expression. “Is that what you really think?” “By all means, prove me wrong.” she challenged him.   “Fine,” Marcel said, surprising her. “Come on, there's something that you need to see.” he turned to leave and Rebekah reluctantly followed him.

Tyler lifted Dwayne's dead body up off the floor and dragged him over to the other side of the room. ”Don't get all judgy! Dwayne knew what he was getting into. He volunteered!” 

“What?” Caroline frowned confused. What the hell did he volunteer for? She doubted it was to die.   “For you to kill him?” Hayley asked, eyes wide.   “Dwayne is a werewolf who died with your blood in his system. The same blood you share with your hybrid babies.” Caroline’s eyes widened, thoughts swimming through her head all at once. Tyler believed the babies blood could be used to create hybrids. He hated that Klaus had turned him into a hybrid yet if he was right he just did the same thing. Tyler just turned Dwayne into a hybrid. Or at least into the transitioning process. “You're trying to turn him into a hybrid!” Hayley realized catching on. “That's impossible!” “I've been running with wolf packs all over the country. One of them was tight with a witch. She had nightmare visions about your babies and how Klaus could use their blood to make an army of hybrid slaves.” “I am sick of these witches and their premonitions about the babies,” Hayley exclaimed. They were just supposed to be a way to get what she wanted but things were just getting more complicated the longer she carried them. “They are just babies!” But they weren’t just babies, Caroline couldn’t help but think. They were Klaus’s and they would have enemies just like Tyler willing to punish them for their father’s crimes.   “Maybe. Maybe not.” Said Tyler with a dismissive look.  “That's where Dwayne comes in. You see, he was happy to be the test case. If you haven't noticed, these people don't have much to live for! They'd all welcome the chance to become the superior species. Trouble is, all hybrids are sired to Klaus. They follow his every move.” He grabbed a knife from his bag and Caroline tensed, wishing the vervain was out of her system and that she didn’t vervain ropes binding her so she could get Hayley out of there, protect the babies. She exhaled slowly when Tyler only set it on the table. “No way I let that happen.” “How can you be so sure Klaus knows what the baby's blood will do?” asked Hayley. “What do you think? Klaus Mikaelson, killer of men, women, and puppies, all of a sudden wants to be a daddy?” Tyler scoffed. “Or he's got an ulterior motive.” “He does care about those babies.” Caroline defended, she knew he wanted to be a better father than his own had been. No, Klaus was far from perfect but he at least wanted to take responsibility for his children. “You're delusional,” Tyler snapped at her. “He’s got you so turned around that you can no longer see him for the monster that he is.” “Monster?” Caroline glared at him. She knew Klaus could be evil, brutal and downright cruel but there was good in him as well and sometimes you had to accept both sides. The good and the bad. At least he didn’t try to be something he wasn’t. He knew exactly who he was. And still, while he could be evil to his core he didn’t go around threatening unborn children. “Klaus isn’t the one terrorizing a pregnant woman.” Tyler walked over to her and yanked her up. “What is wrong with you, Caroline!? How can you defend him after everything he has done?” Caroline used all the strength she could and shoved him off her, It was made even more difficult by the vervain ropes binding her, still feeling weak from the vervain. She fell to the floor due to the ropes on her ankles. “Look at what you’re doing.”   Tyler stumbled back from her shoving at him and glared. “I’m proving a point. Hybrids can walk in the sun, their bite is lethal to vampires. You know that better than anyone. You’ve been bitten twice before. They'll take over New Orleans by the end of the week. And you know what's going to stop Klaus then? Nothing.” As if on cue with Tyler’s prediction Dwayne awoke with a gasp, breathing harshly, shifting constantly as if he was erratic. Tyle looked at Hayley. “You're gonna have to feed on her,” he said speaking to Dwayne.   “What?” Hayley’s eyes widened. Tyler moved back to the table picking up the knife and walking toward Hayley. “No!” Hayley protested.   Tyler ignored and cut across her neck with the blade, deep enough to make her bleed but not deep enough to be anything serious. Still, Hayley cried out. “Ahhhhh!”   “Do it,” Tyler ordered Dwayne stepping back.   Dwayne walked over to Hayley and fed on her like he was told. Hayley cried out in pain but Dwayne ignored her. While Tyler was distracted with Hayley and Dwayne, Caroline used her bound hands, turning in on herself and untangled the vervain ropes from her ankles ignoring her skin burning. Once her ankles were free, she tore at the ropes on her hands with her vampire fangs, fighting back the pain of the vervain, touching her gums and mouth until she was free of the vervain ropes completely. Caroline fearing for the babies if they drained Hayley dry forced herself to her feet and sped at Dwayne but before she reached him, rough hands grabbed her and threw her back into the wall, she smack into it with a hard thud, feeling her head split open and a small trickle of blood sliding down her skin even as the wound healed. Caroline groaned, rolling onto her back gasping for breath. “Stay out of this, Caroline!” Tyler growled. Finally, Dwayne pulled his mouth away from Hayley his lips wet with her blood and collapsed to the floor in pain. Tyler pushed him outside, following him out leaving Caroline and Hayley in the shack. Hayley saw the knife on the floor, reaching for it but her fingers didn’t even graze it. “Caroline, the knife, get the knife.” Hayley urged. Caroline forced herself to move, struggling back to her feet, she moved on unsteady feet grabbing up the knife and stumbled over to Hayley as Hayley grabbed a broken chair leg from the floor. “Don’t kill him.” Caroline shook her head, sliding to the floor next to her. “Which one? Because we need to kill them both if we’re going to make it out of here, Caroline!” Hayley snapped “Tyler did this. Not Dwayne.” Caroline couldn’t help but think the wolf hadn’t truly known what he was doing. He was desperate to escape his circumstances and Tyler took advantage of that. She didn’t believe Dwayne deserved to die. She reached for Hayley’s bound hands and started to cut through the zip ties with the knife. 

“Look at me!” Tyler shouted as Dwayne convulsed just outside the shack. “Look at me!” Slowly Dwayne started to calm down, his body going still. “You're okay?!” Tyler shouted, tense. He had to be. He knew he was right about this.   Dwayne's eyes changed to those of a hybrid, his lips pulling into a smile. “I'm better than okay.” 

Josh was curled on the floor in the fetal position, screaming out in pain as Davina used her magic to wipe it of Klaus’s compulsion.   Davina rolled her eyes, stopping. “I'm sorry, but it's just gonna get worse. Klaus' compulsion runs deep.” She knelt down and helped him back into the chair. “You need to think of something else. Take your mind off it.” she paused, thinking. “Do you like music?”   “What?” asked Josh, still panting heavily from the pain. “I can't think of music right now.” Davina sighed. “Why?” “I dunno, maybe because you're giving me a Voodoo lobotomy!” Josh snapped.   Davina shrugged in agreement, his description not far off base. “Do you like jazz?” Josh sighed in frustration, huffing out a breath. “So, what then?” asked Davina, hoping to take his mind off the pain.   Josh sighed. “Club stuff.” he saw Davina’s look and tried to elaborate. “House, trance. You know, ‘uhnse uhnse uhnse uhnse’?” “I'm a witch, I'm not Amish! It's just, I'm only sixteen, I don't go to clubs.” Davina told him. “When I was sixteen, I'd been to, like, a hundred clubs,” said Josh, pausing. “God, that was only four years ago. It feels like another life. All I wanted to do is meet boys. Things are so much more complicated. Now, all I want to do is meet boys, feed on people's blood, get one of those daylight rings so I don't burn in the sunlight.” he shook his head, adding sarcastically. “All perfectly normal things.”   Davina walked over to her table as she listened to Josh talk, she ran her hands along Tim’s violin on the table, the same one Elijah had fixed. “I like the classics. Puccini, Bach, Mozart. I took piano, not that it matters, while I'm stuck here.” “Why not?” asked Josh.   “Marcel's worried that someone could hear. It's not his fault, he just wants to keep me safe,” answered Davina.   Josh face scrunched up in confusion. “Safe from what?” “Basically, a coven of psycho witches wants to sacrifice me in a blood ritual.” She answered, not sugar coating it.   Josh laughed, dryly not expecting that. “Oh! Wow, okay, uhhh...I'm sorry?” “Don't be. I'm going to destroy them all. And once they're gone, everything will go back to normal. I'll have my old life back!” she smiled. Josh smiled sadly at her. She made it sound simple, easy, he had a feeling it would be more complicated than that. 

Tyler walked back into the shack, his eyes narrowing on Caroline, noticing she was now next to Hayley. “If you think you can protect her by sticking closer to her you're wrong,” Tyler sneered. “The vervain working through your system has you weakened and even without it your no match for a hybrid.” Caroline scowled up at him from where she slumped against, the wall, her body sluggish. “Shut up,” she said through clenched teeth. “It worked, didn't it?” asked Hayley. “He's a hybrid.” “If Klaus gets ahold of you, if he gets those kids--he wins,” Tyler stated. He couldn’t let that happen.   “Then help me hide the babies from him!” Hayley exclaimed. “What?!” Caroline glared at Hayley. “You can’t cut Klaus out of their lives. They’re just as much his kids as they are yours!”   Tyler frowned, his eyes scanning the floor. “Where’s my knife?” his eyes snapped to Caroline. “Give it to me!” “No.” Caroline's voice hardened. “I’m not messing around, Caroline. I don’t want to hurt you but I will do what I have to," he warned, stalking towards her. Caroline tensed as he yanked her up, twisting the knife from her grasp, and throwing her into the wall head first, her movements to weak, too slow, too sluggish to put up much of a fight. Hayley winced when Caroline hit the ground with a hard thud, she turned her gaze to Tyler. “Help me run!” she exclaimed, hoping she could reach some rational part of him.   “He'll find you, he'll take your kids away, and he'll make more hybrid monsters.” Tyler shook his head, his hand tightening around the knife as he took a step closer to him. “Slaves who do everything he says.” Hayley's eyes widened, terrified of what he was going to do. “Tyler, whatever you're thinking of doing, there has to be another way. You're not like this!” Caroline gritted her teeth using the wall to hold her weight as she got back to her feet, using Tyler’s distraction to her advantage. Tyler shook his head drawing closer to Hayley and her hand tightened around the broken chair leg and when he was close enough she stabbed him in the stomach with it.   Tyler cried out in pain stumbling back a step, he clenched his jaw his hand wrapping around the makeshift stake and pulled it out. “That was stupid!” Caroline pushed off the wall toward him but her steps falter and she crashed to her legs, everything spinning. Fuck, how much vervain did he give her? Tyler started toward Hayley again. “Get away from her!” Dwayne stormed into the shack. “What do you care?” Tyler looked at him, his brow furrowing.   “I said get away!” Dwayne growled, edging closer to Hayley.   “You got what you wanted, now get lost!” Tyler snapped at him. Hayley looked Dwayne, consideringly, she just needed an opportunity to run, Caroline had cut her free but she had kept up the act of being tied up, however, if Tyler was right then Dwayne would have no choice but to do as she said and he could be the opportunity she needed to get away. "Dwayne, he's gonna kill me!” She called out desperately. “And he's gonna kill you, too, he said that hybrids are too dangerous to live! You need to stop him!” “SHUT UP!” Tyler turned on her shouting Caroline tried to focus, tried to fight against the effects of the vervain in her system. Dwayne moved behind Tyler, grabbing him and threw him across the room. Tyler landed on the floor but he quickly pushed back to his feet. Dwayne rushed him, tackling him. Tyler dropped the knife and it slid across the floor next to Caroline, she reached for it immediately. “Get out of here!” she yelled to Hayley. Hayley hesitated briefly, staring at Caroline. If she left her here alone with Tyler and Dwayne there was a chance to die. A dark part of her even wished for it. If Caroline was gone no one would ever have to know the truth. “Hayley, Go! Now!” Caroline snapped. Hayley bolted out the door with no more hesitation and didn’t look back. Caroline forced herself back to her feet she turned to see Tyler was now getting the upper hand on Dwayne, she rushed forward tackling Tyler to the floor. “Go,” she snapped at Dwayne. “Protect Hayley!” Tyler growled, his hand wrapping around her throat he rolled them, pinning her to the floor. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. “I’m doing the world a favor.” “I’m not going to let you harmed those kids!” she tightened her hand around the blade. Tyler gasped as his own knife pierced his chest seconds later just to the left of his heart and he stumbled back Caroline scrambled back to her feet. “I told you not to make me do something that both of us would regret. You should have listened.” He yanked her forward, sinking his teeth into her neck. Caroline cried out, a burning fire spreading through her. 

Hayley ran as fast as she could through the woods, she stopped, pressing her back behind a tree, trying to catch her breath, she heard someone approaching. She braced herself, her muscles coiling for a fight and turned to attack, swinging her fist but it was just Elijah. He held her hand steady to protect himself. “Forgive me! I thought you were in danger, it appears I was mistaken.” he smiled.   Hayley sighed in relief and dived into Elijah's arms. Elijah wrapped her in his embrace as she clung to him. Hayley pulled out of his arms a moment later. “You will not believe the crap day I'm having.” “Where’s Caroline? Klaus is out there looking for her?” Elijah inquired, A look of guilt crossed her face. “She helped me escape. She’s still out there.” “Klaus will find her. C’mon, I'll take you home.” Elijah turned to leave but Hayley stopped him with a hand on her arm. “Elijah, there's something you need to know about the babies.”

Caroline’s struggled to pull away from Tyler when suddenly he was being ripped from her and she collapsed to the floor, and Tyler was thrown out the door. Caroline sighed in relief when she saw Klaus. 

Klaus looked down at her, concern etched across his features. Caroline held a hand up to stop him when he took a step toward her. “Don’t let him get to Hayley. He wants to kill the babies.” Still, Klaus hesitated. His priority was her.   “Go, I’ll be fine.” Caroline urged him. With a growl, Klaus headed out but Tyler was gone with a roll of his eyes and sighed in frustration. He sped away following the stench of Tyler Lockwood.

Tyler ran through the forest searching for Hayley. Counting on the fact that Klaus would be too concerned with helping Caroline to care about anything else. “HAYLEY!” Tyler shouted. “Don't make this harder than it has to be! Give up now...I'll end it quick.” Klaus caught up with him. Grabbing him by the shoulder and tossing him into a tree. “Quite an offer! Though, not one I'll be extending to you.” Tyler grunted, pushing back to feet and bracing himself to take on the object of his hatred. “Klaus.” “Threatening a pregnant girl in order to exact revenge against me. I never expected you to sink so low!” he’d stalked toward Tyler. Tyler ducked away from Klaus putting more distance between them. “Used to hang out with you, I guess something must have rubbed off.” “And Caroline? What’s your pathetic excuse for bringing her into this?” Klaus demanded. “Collateral damage.” Tyler sneered. “But you know all about that, don’t you? She’s here in New Orleans because of you? Under some witch's threat because of your twisted obsession with her. She would be better off having never met you. You are the worst thing to ever happen to her!” Klaus' face went cold and he ran at Tyler tossing him into a tree, the bark splintering with the impact. “Says the boy who just tore into her! Did it feel good hurting her?!” he demanded. “It’s going to be the last time you ever lay a hand on Caroline.” Tyler glared as he quickly got back to his feet and ran. Klaus smirked, he was going to make this hurt. But he had to make this quick. He needed to heal Caroline. Perhaps he would just snap Tyler’s neck, so he could kill him later when he could truly devote his time to punishing him and enjoy every moment of his suffering. Klaus smiled to himself before giving chase to the coward. 

Marcel led Rebekah into the Garden, gesturing at a vampire who stood guard to leave them alone. Rebekah looked around in confusion and mild horror. ”What is this place?” Marcel gestured all around them. “This is the Garden. It's where I punish vampires who break my rules.” he removed a brick in a stoned up wall and pulled out a rolled up parchment from the hole in the wall he created. “But, a long time ago, it used to be something else.” he spread out the parchment revealing it to be blueprints, showing them to Rebekah. “Go on, tell me what you see.” "Two stories, Greek columns, wrap-around porch. High ceilings, transem windows. It's lovely.” Rebekah responded but she still didn’t understand why he was showing this to her. “So what?” “So, I designed it for you,” Marcel told her. “It was going to be ours.” Rebekah looked at him, stunned. “That, this...was supposed to be our happily-ever-after?” “Yours, and mine.” Marcel rolled the blueprints back up, putting them away. “Except you flew the coop with Klaus. I already built the foundation for the place. I halted constructions after you took off. The plan was to wait for you to return. You never did, so, now it's where I bury the people who betray me.” “You could have come after me!” Rebekah exclaimed. If he cared about her enough to plan their future together he should have come after her.   “You were with Klaus! I didn't know where, I didn't know if you still wanted to be with me! All you had to do was come home!” Marcel argued passionately. He had loved her and she just disappeared from his life.   “It was more complicated than that. Not long after we left here, he put a dagger in my heart and stuck me in a box for ninety years. He stole a century from me like it was nothing!” Rebekah said angrily. “That's what he does, Rebekah!” Marcel said. Wondering what was it going to take for her to realize that. “Klaus will never be happy. He'll be damned if he lets anyone get something that he can't have!” “I know! I've been dancing to this song for a thousand years!” Rebekah exclaimed, but things were different now. Caroline was here and she didn’t think there was anything he wanted more than Caroline’s affection, her acceptance, her love. Maybe if he had that he would finally let his family be happy.   “Starting right now, you have a choice, between the brother who takes away your happiness whenever he feels like it, and the man who wants to give you anything you ever wanted.” Marcel gave her his ultimatum, he wouldn’t be second to Klaus. She either chose him or she chose her brother.   Rebekah stared at him for a long moment, Marcel matched her gaze until finally, Rebekah made her decision. She wanted to be in control of her own immortal life. “He will kill you in front of my eyes out of spite.” Marcel shook his head, “Not if we get rid of him, first.” Rebekah looked at him like he lost his mind, shocked by what he was proposing. Getting rid of Klaus would be no easy feat and there would be no turning back from this. But could she do it? Could she turn on her own brother for Marcel?

Hayley was sitting against a tree as she told Elijah what she had learned from Tyler but trailed off when she heard rapidly approaching footsteps.

Elijah and she both tensed when a large figure appeared, Elijah slammed him into a tree drawing his hand back to put it through his chest. “Elijah, wait, that’s the hybrid that was just created.” Hayley stopped him, quickly standing up. Elijah released him taking a step back, coming to stand beside Hayley protectively. Dwayne, however, only had eyes for Hayley. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” “I’m fine,” Hayley said. “Why did you come after me?” “To keep you safe,” Dwayne answered instantly. “I just want to keep you safe.” “See,” Hayley turned to Elijah. “He doesn’t know me. He has no reason to care about me other than the fact that he’s sired to the babies." Elijah started to pace anxiously as he listened and considered that she could be right.   “Klaus must have known that's the only explanation!” Hayley insisted. “He could care less about the babies, he just wants them to be born so he can use them to make more sired hybrids.” She looked at Elijah, sharing a look with him before Elijah looked away, visibly troubled by what Hayley had told him. “Although...the way that Dwayne is acting…” she waved a hand at the hybrid in question hovering close to her protectively. “It was more like he was sired to me.” Elijah looked at her, thinking of the implications that entailed. “I should take you home.” “Are you serious? Home to what?” Hayley demanded. If Klaus wanted to use the babies to make hybrids she couldn’t do it. Not while she was carrying them.   “Look, regardless of my brother's intentions, mine remains the same. I said that I would protect you, even, if need be, from Klaus himself.” Elijah replied, hoping to assure her that as long as she had him she would be safe.   “I can take care of myself. I've done it for a long time.” she got up, walking away and Dwayne immediately followed her. Elijah watched Hayley go for a moment before trailing after her.  

Klaus walked the length of the werewolf encampments, checking random tents in search of Tyler.  “Is this your idea of revenge, Tyler? A grueling game of hide-and-seek?” Suddenly there was a change in the breeze and a stake was stabbed into his chest. Klaus groaned in pain, whirling around and backhanding Tyler away like he was nothing but a fly. Klaus pulled the stake from his chest and threw it, lodging it in Tyler's shoulder just an inch above his heart the same place Caroline had stabbed him. He ran forward driving the stake further in and twisting it viciously. Tyler cried out in pain, trying to pry his hand off the stake. “Did you enjoy hurting her?!” Klaus demanded. Tyler glared at him, face scrunched up in pain. “Which one? Hayley who you knocked up or Caroline who you keep on the side?” Klaus slammed his other hand into Tyler’s abdomen, tearing through flesh, ripping at his intestines from the inside. Tyler choked on the pain, mouth open on a muted cry. “Don’t insult Caroline. I would never treat her with such disrespect. She deserves more.” Klaus growled. “She deserves better than you.” “And you think you deserve her?” Tyler groaned through the pain. “No, but I would happily spend the rest of eternity trying to be exactly what she needs.” Klaus ripped his hand from Tyler’s stomach and instead wrapped his bloody hand around his throat. “Look at you. You've grown bloodthirsty. Perhaps it's best your mother didn't live to see you like this,” he taunted cruelly, laughing. Tyler kicked out at him as hard as he could causing Klaus to lose his grip on his neck and stumble back. Tyler ripped the stake from his chest and ran at Klaus intending to drive it through his heart. Klaus grabbed him and twisted him around till his back was to him, locking his arm hand around him in a lock and used the other to twist Tyler's arm, making him drive the stake into his own chest. Tyler moaned in pain, weakening in Klaus’s grip. “It's sad, really.” Klaus hissed in his ear. “I thought I made you better. Turns out you're quite the disappointment.” Tyler gritted his teeth and reeled back, slamming the back of his skull into Klaus’s. Klaus lost his grip and Tyler put some distance between them, he pulled the stake from his chest and tossed it aside. “I guess I'm another one of your failures. Like how you failed at making hybrids, how you failed your family!” he took a step forward, smirking. “Now it looks like you're going to fail your own kids! What is Caroline going to think of you then?!” Klaus grabbed Tyler by the throat and pushed him against the tree behind him. “And thus ends your tedious little life. At least it was brief!” he jammed his hand into Tyler’s chest, his hand wrapping around Tyler’s heart like a vice and squeezing. Tyler shouted in agony. “Do it! You're never gonna break me! The only thing you can do is kill me, so go on! Go on, get it over with!” Klaus chuckled darkly, seeing Tyler's desperation. “Ahhh, you want me to end your suffering, don't you, hmm? I did break you! I took everything from you, and now you're begging me to sweep away the shards of your shattered little life.” he smirked cruelly. And Tyler thought this was it, this was the moment Klaus would kill him but to his surprise, Klaus released his grip on his heart and removed his hand from his chest, and wrapped it around throat instead choking him. “Death offers more peace than you deserve. It's better to let you live. And each morning, you will wake knowing your wretched existence continues only by my will. That the girl you love prefers me over you, the man who killed your mother and made you who you are today.” he locked eyes with Tyler, allowing his compulsion to take effect. “Now go, and live the rest of your days knowing that you are nothing to me. You are nothing to Caroline. You are nothing to anyone.” Klaus released him, vamping away, leaving Tyler in agony.

“Do you know how many fools have tried to vanquish my brother?” Rebekah asked Marcel her tone grave. “If you stand against him, he will kill you, and it will be awful, and bloody, and I will not stand around and watch.”   Marcel stopped her when she turned to leave. “You forget, I have a secret weapon. Davina, the most powerful witch in the last couple centuries! What if she can find a way to kill him?” “You don't know, do you?” asked Rebekah, Marcel didn’t know what happened when you kill an original. “You can't kill Klaus! Not without dying yourself. We learned it from the deaths of my brothers Kol and Finn, if an Original dies, every vampire ever made from their line dies with them. Even if you kill Klaus, he'll still win! It's been that way for a thousand years, that's his trick. He always wins.” “There's another way,” said Marcel, not ready to give up.   “What would that be?” asked Rebekah doubtful but willing to listen.   “We bury him, down here, forever,” Marcel said, after all, that was what the Garden was used for.   “Are you mad? This little chamber of horrors may work for your riff-raff, but do you really think it will hold my brother?” Rebekah demanded. “Isn't it worth the risk?” Marcel asked imploringly. “You know I'm right! Klaus will never stop trying to control you!” “And I'm supposed to believe that, after a century, suddenly you're willing to risk death at his hands to be with me?” Rebekah asked full of doubt, not trusting his intentions completely.   “I want to defend my home. I wanna be free.” Marcel stated, catching her gaze, wanting her to see that this was not him manipulating her. This was him being honest about what he wanted. “And if that means I get to be with you, all the more reason to bury him. Now, you tell me; what do you want?” Rebekah stared at him but said nothing, unsure of how to answer him. She knew what she wanted but the harder question was could she deal with the consequences? 

Caroline breathed heavily as she dragged herself to leaned against the wall. She hoped Hayley had gotten away. That the babies were fine. She frowned thinking about what Klaus might do to Tyler. She knew Klaus hated Tyler, the only reason why he had shown him any mercy was because she asked him to. She still couldn’t believe Tyler had attacked her, bit her to hurt her. How had he fallen so far to hurt someone he used to love? To try to kill two innocent lives, babies that had yet to even be born." A part of her, a darker part that she pushed down, that she hated wanted Tyler to pay for attacking her but even more so for going after innocent children who had no say over who their father was. She coughed feeling the wolf toxin spreading through her system, combined that with the large amount of vervain through her system, it was a miracle she was still conscious but it was only a matter of time before she became delirious with fever. “Caroline!” She felt Klaus before she saw him, he crouched at her side pulling her into him. “You’re going to be alright, Love.” “Hayley, you have to find Hayley.” Caroline shook her head. “The babies are in danger. Tyler’s trying to kill them.” “I took care of him,” Klaus said, pushing her hair back to look at the wound. Caroline tried to pull back to look at him. “Did you kill him?” “No. I let him live. It’s more than he deserves.” Klaus did not mention how he wanted him to suffer. Wanted Tyler to live in true misery. Caroline nodded. “He made a hybrid. He’s sired to Hayley. He followed af-” she cut off on a harsh cough, her breaths rattling around in her chest. Klaus has been surprised by what she told him but he could care less about that when she had poison circulating through her. “Shh. You can tell me everything later.” he wrapped one arm around her and lifted the other to his mouth, tearing into his wrist, ripping it open. “Right now I need you to drink.” Caroline accepted his wrist without question, her lips latching onto his wrist and drinking deeply of his blood. Her eyes slid closed at the feel of his fingers combing through her hair as he pulled her impossibly close, murmuring assurances into her ear. After several moments she pulled her mouth from his wrist and let his hand drop. “Thanks.” “C’mon, love, let’s get you up.” Klaus helped her back to her feet, frowning when he noticed she was unsteady. “Tyler vervained me. I’m pretty sure it was a large dose.” Caroline stated. Klaus scowled. “I should have tortured him before letting him go.” “I’ll be fine,” Caroline said. “I just need to let  it work its way through my system.” “C’mon, Love, I got you.” he wrapped an arm around her waist and slip the other beneath her legs, lifting her into his arms. Caroline gasped in surprise, fisting her hands in his jacket as he started to move. Klaus stepped out of the shack to see Elijah, Hayley, and Dwayne emerge from the trees. “There you are!” Klaus knelt down and rested Caroline on the steps, she leaned against it. Caroline was relieved to see that Hayley was unharmed. “I see you've found our wandering stray,” Klaus said to his brother, his eyes slid to Dwayne, his hybrid eyes were staring back at him. “And you must be the newly turned hybrid Caroline mentioned.” his eyes settled on Hayley. “Perhaps you could shed some light on the situation.” “His name’s Dwayne,” Hayley said.   “I didn’t ask his name." Klaus rolled his eyes. How is it possible for him to be a hybrid? I didn't sire him.” Hayley stomped toward him all righteous fury. “As if you didn't know!” Elijah pulled Hayley back and stepped in front of her as if he was protecting her. “Ahhh, well, aren't you two fast friends?” Klaus accused. “Oh, come on, then. What kind of horrible accusation have you conspired to levy against me?” “Tyler Lockwood brought Hayley here to test a theory,” Elijah said and Klaus nodded at him to continue. “That the blood of her children could be used to sire hybrids. He claims that you knew that. Furthermore, that you intended to use this knowledge to build an army.” Klaus was instantly hurt and angry, he glanced at Caroline hoping he wouldn’t see the same look in her eyes that was in Hayley and Elijah’s and to his relief he only saw concern. He turned back to Elijah and Hayley. “And, of course, you assume it's true. I mean, why else would I show interest in my own flesh and blood? A heartbroken little crybaby points his finger at me, and my own brother falls in line, eager to believe it! How quickly you believe the worst, especially when it comes from her.” he waved a hand at Hayley, ranting. “Oh, spare me your indignation. When have you ever demonstrated any kind of concern towards Hayley or her children, beyond your own selfish pursuits?” Elijah demanded. “You care more about Miss Forbes then you do for the mother of your children. And what was it you once said to me?” he changed his voice mockingly. "Every king needs an heir!" Caroline scoffed as she pushed herself to her feet and Klaus immediately moved to help her, wrapping an arm around her waist, only releasing her once he knew she was steady on her feet. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caroline had talked to Klaus and while it wasn’t easy for him to talk about his impending fatherhood. He was determined to be better than his own father. To not make the same mistakes that Mikael did with him. It was moments like this when Caroline believed she knew him better than his own family did. “Klaus cares about his children just because he doesn’t go around declaring it doesn’t mean it’s not true.” “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Klaus placed his hand on her shoulder in a show of gratitude, thankful for her not thinking the worst of him or believing it. Klaus dropped his hand from her shoulder and focused back on his brother. “My big brother, so, you doubt my intentions? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, standing next to the noble Elijah, how can I be anything but the lesser brother? A liar, a manipulator, a bastard.” he sneered.   Caroline frowned as Klaus and Elijah stared each other down. The way Klaus spoke about himself reminded her of how she was about her own insecurities. She and Klaus weren’t so different after all in more ways than she had first thought. The idea of Elijah being better than him was laughable. She couldn’t stand Klaus’s brother. She disliked just being around him.   However, Elijah looking to be reconsidering that maybe he was wrong and his brother had no ulterior motive when it came to the lives of his unborn son and daughter.   “That's all I am to you, isn't it?” demanded Klaus. “And Rebekah. And, judging by the way Hayley hangs on your every word, it's clear she feels the same way!” he glared bitterly and spat. “No doubt my children will as well.” Elijah expression softened. “Brother,” he began more kindly. “if--” “You've said all that needs to be said, Brother.” Klaus interrupted, taking a few steps back and held his arms out in defeat. “I'll play the role I've been given.” Klaus turned away for just a second before flashing over to Elijah and sinking his fangs into his brother’s neck savagely. Caroline’s eyes widened but she felt no sympathy for Elijah, a part of her, a darker part thought he deserved it. Hayley screamed in horror and rushed to Elijah’s side where he had fallen to the ground.   Klaus wiped Elijah’s blood from his mouth with his hand. “You two enjoy each other's company. You'll have much to bond over, once the hallucinations and dementia set in. Consider that bite to be my parting gift to you both.” Caroline stepped off the porch of the shack and he was there instantly. “C’mon, Love.” He scooped her up back in his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he started walking away, leaving Elijah and Hayley to fend for themselves in the swamp of the Bayou.  

Josh was sprawled out on Davina’s attic floor, sweat coating his skin that was pale and sickly looking after being subjected to Davina’s back all day. He panted, groaning as he pushed himself onto his elbows. Davina knelt next to him with a bright smile. “That's it. You're free!” Josh smiled, relieved. “You're right! I can feel it.” Davina giggled delightedly. “Before, I was always thinking about what Klaus would want me to do,” said Josh, his smile growing. “Now, I'm like, ‘Screw that guy!’” he laughed in happiness overjoyed to be free of Klaus’s mind control. “Klaus Mikaelson can suck it!” Davina frowned and Josh’s laughter died down, noticing. “What, what's that look for?”   “Marcel wants me to make you forget about me,” Davina said with an undertone of sadness.   “Oh, you don't have to do that! I, like, owe you my life!” Josh said, feeling indebted to her. She had nothing to fear from him. When Davina smiled weakly at him, he continued. “I'll keep your secret! Besides, it's kind of nice, just talking to someone normal again.” “You think I'm normal?” asked Davina. “I'm a sixteen-year-old witch, living in an attic like some kind of freak.” She was so far from normal it wasn’t even funny.   “I'm a gay club kid who died and came back as a vampire. Yeah, normal's kind of relative, you know?” Josh countered causing them both to laugh. Josh extended his pinky to her. “Here, pinky swear on it.” Davina looked at him with a look of appreciation, a smile tugging at her lips.  

Hayley and Elijah looked around the abandoned shack, having made their way inside after Klaus and Caroline left. Hayley had found some old photos and shuffled through them, ignoring Dwayne hovering close to her as if he thought Elijah could be a threat to her. “You don't have to help.” Hayley told Elijah I can dig through the werewolf antique show on my own.” she looked at the newly made hybrid. “Or get Dwayne to help. Besides,” she looked at his neck wound in concern. “shouldn't you put some kind of ointment, or something, on that?”   “The bite won't kill me,” Elijah assured her. “Like Niklaus himself, it's more than a nuisance than anything.” “Good, 'cause I'm eventually going to need a ride home.” she smiled at him. “And thanks, by the way, for staying out here. You didn't have to.” ”I know,” said Elijah. “But, you said the people of this village are the only family you have left. I can relate.” “You're thinking about Klaus,” said Hayley knowingly.   Elijah sighed. “Perhaps I was too willing to condemn him. In the thousand years that we have been together, my brother has committed numerous unspeakable acts. But, then again, so has Rebekah. So have I.” “So did I, the last time I was in Cabo,” Hayley admitted and Elijah looked at her, confused. “We've all done bad things.” But Cabo didn’t even come close to the bad things she has done. She betrayed Tyler, she sacrificed 12 hybrids, she had stolen Caroline’s unborn children before the blonde even knew of their existence, all in the name of finding her family, her pack.   “It's just, most people die before the list gets embarrassing. But, don't for a second compare yourself to Klaus.” Hayley told him, there was no way Elijah was anything like Klaus and she didn’t want to hear him implying that he was. Elijah locked eyes with her, her opinion mattering to him on a level he wasn’t prepared for, the stare between them was intense but after a long moment, they both looked away, awkwardness settling around them. “It's like a freaking hot box in here, I'm gonna get some air,” said Hayley, needing a moment to escape what she was feeling for Elijah. She moved to walked out onto the porch but heard Dwayne following her, she turned back around. “Stay here,” she told him firmly. “Don’t follow me.” Dwayne only nodded, rooted to the spot and watched as she turned back around walking out onto the porch. Hayley stepped outside onto the porch and a moment later she noticed a Bible laying on the corner of the porch. She picked it up, flipping through the pages. “Someone left this here,” said Hayley when Elijah joined her outside a moment later. “What is it?” asked Elijah, coming to stand beside her.   “A Bible, with a family history that goes back generations.” Answered Hayley. Elijah peered over the Bible pages as she did. There were a lot of names and birthdates, the last entry being ‘Andrea Labonair, 6 June 1991’.    Elijah’s brow furrowed questioningly.  “What are these names? Who is Andrea?” “I think I am…” Hayley said with a look of shock. “That's the day that I was born.”  

Klaus stared out the window at the plantation grounds, drinking a tumbler of scotch when he heard someone enter the living room, he didn’t need to turn around to know it was his sister. “I thought you were leaving us.”   “We both know this family can barely function without me. Where are Caroline, Elijah, and Hayley?” “Caroline is talking her mother out of coming to New Orleans to make sure her daughter is in one piece and as for our brother and Hayley,” his eyes darkened with anger. “I left them in the Bayou.” “Why?” asked Rebekah, confused, taking a seat on the couch.   “Elijah and I had a bit of a row" he gave a forced chuckle. "Hayley's conspired to turn him against me. You know our brother was never one to resist a pretty face! So, one thing led to another, and I bit him, left them both stranded in the swamp.” Klaus was unapologetic. If Hayley wasn’t pregnant with his children Elijah wouldn’t have been the only one to feel his wrath.    “Daggering, biting, deserting,” Rebekah said, becoming livid with his excuses for his actions. “Does your wickedness ever end?” “My "wickedness" is self-preservation! And I wouldn't have to go to such lengths were I not presented on all sides with ignorance and treachery!” Klaus snapped. Caroline was about the only person he could trust. What did that same about his own flesh and blood? The thought had him feeling like the walls were closing in on him. “Now that Elijah's abandoned me, I'll be needing you in my plot against Marcel.” Rebekah glared at him resentfully. She wasn’t a tool to be used whenever it benefitted him “Don't expect to be leaving town anytime soon,” Klaus told her while pouring himself another drink.   “Why should I help you, after what you did to Elijah?” Rebekah demanded.   “You're my family. Besides, who better to spy on Marcel than the girl he so clearly loves?” Klaus took a seat on the coffee table in front of Rebekah. “You can tell me all his secrets, like how did he find us here? Huh, any idea about that, little sister?” “How should I know why Marcel does what he does?” asked Rebekah, refusing to confirm his accusations.   “You think I don't know about your engineered run-ins all over the Quarter? I know you've had private chats with him!” Klaus said with a look of accusation. “Just tell me what secrets he's confided to you. Is he plotting against me?” Rebekah glared, leaning forward. “My poor brother, so paranoid. Marcel knows nothing! He's not plotting against you, he simply thinks you're in a quarrel in need of making up.”   Klaus sighed. “Perhaps we will. After all,” he pointed at her, leaning in toward Rebekah aggressively. “You know I'm capable of forgiving those who disappoint me! As soon as they've seen the error of their ways, and suffered for them. You'd do well to remember that.” He stood up, walking past her. “You never let me forget,” Rebekah muttered under her breath as he left the room. 

“I’m fine, I promise,” Caroline assured her mom, she looked up at the sound of footsteps and saw Klaus leaning against her open doorway. “Look, I have to go but I miss you, too, mom.” Caroline quickly said goodbye and Klaus stepped further into the room. “Did you manage to talk your mother into staying in Mystic Falls?” he asked, leaning against her dresser. “Just barely.” Caroline tossed her phone on the bed and stood up, her hair was still damp from her shower, she had changed from her blood torn clothes into a pair of blue jeans and a forest green tank top. “She’s convinced New Orleans is more dangerous than Mystic Falls.” “She’s not entirely wrong,” Klaus said pushing off her dresser, closing the distance between them and sweeping her hair aside, his thumb brushed against the healed skin of where Tyler had bitten her. “Maybe but you’re here with me.” Caroline countered and Klaus' eyes shot up to hers in surprise. “I want you to know I believe you have the best intentions for your children.” Klaus gave a bitter smile. “You're about the only one.” However, it meant a lot to him that she didn’t think so low of him. Caroline took a step closer to him. “Thank you for coming for me.” Klaus’s hand on her neck slid down her arm to her hand, wrapping his fingers around it. “I will always come for you.” Caroline nodded, her lips pulling into a slow smile. “Yeah, I’m starting to get that.” she murmured, pulling her hand from his she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Klaus was surprised by the feel of the length of her body pressed against his as she hugged him. It was her lips, pressing against his neck that had him reacting, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tightly against him, he buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. Klaus was reluctant to let her go when she pulled back, he stared into her blue eyes, wanting to pull her back into him to never lose the feeling of having her in his arms. Caroline stared back at him, his eyes spoke to her, full of longing and want. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his before she could talk herself out of it. She didn’t want to think about what her friends would think of this. She didn’t want to care about what they would think about her. She justed wanted to act on what she felt for once without worrying about someone passing judgment on her. Klaus' eyes widened at the press of her lips against his. It was unexpected no matter how much he had been craving it. He didn’t want to but he pulled away from her. “What are you doing?” Caroline frowned, her brow furrowing. “I thought that was obvious.” Klaus dropped his hands from her, clenching them into a fist to keep himself from reaching for her. “I don’t want you to kiss me just cause you're thankful I healed you.” “That’s not why I kiss you.” Caroline shook her head. “I mean, of course, I’m grateful you healed me but I kissed you because I wanted to.” Klaus looked doubtful. He wanted to believe her but his day had been crappy at best and he hadn’t expected this. “Why is that so hard to believe?” Caroline asked, looking at him searchingly. “Because you fought this connection between us at every turn.” he challenged. “What change?” “Because I’m tired of doing what is expected of me. I’m tired of denying what I feel and for once I just want to do what I want." Caroline stated. “And what do you want, Caroline?” Klaus stepped forward, telling himself to let her make the move, he didn’t want her to feel like she made a mistake if he moved first. Caroline’s arm lifted, curling around his neck, pulling him closer. “You.” she pressed her mouth to his, capturing his lips. The feel of her lips against his, had Klaus surging forward one hand wrapping around her back the other tangling in the wet strands of her hair. Caroline felt his lips moving against hers eagerly, his arms surrounding her and she slid the hand that wasn’t curled around his neck, up his arm, gripping it tightly, arching up into him. Kissing him felt better than she remembered. It felt right in a way she couldn’t explain. When his tongue slid across her bottom lip, seeking entrance into her mouth, she opened to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She forgot all the reasons she shouldn’t be kissing him and just let herself be in the moment and feel what she wanted. The feel of being in Klaus’s arm, the feel of his mouth slanting over hers, kissing her like there was no one else he rather be with. It felt right in a way that both scared her and excited her. She didn’t question whether she would let it happen again with her growing feelings and the way he made her feel, she knew she would want for it to happen again. Damn what everyone else might think about it. Because at the moment the only opinion that mattered was theirs. Her's and Klaus's. She knew he wanted her and she was finally letting herself admit that she wanted him too. She wanted to explore whatever it was she felt for him while she was in New Orleans for however long she was there. Klaus' arm tightened around her, pressing her completely against him and she gasped into his mouth, giving into her want and slid her hand from his arm to his hair, running her fingers through his curls, giving into her feelings, her want for him and letting his kiss consume her. Klaus’ arm slid from her hair, down her body and curled around her thigh, hiking her up his body as he turned, setting her on her dresser. Caroline wrapped her legs around him, as he pulled his mouth from hers, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking wet open-mouthed kisses into her skin. Caroline moaned, arching her hips against him, her head falling back at the feel of his mouth on her neck, trusting him completely. Klaus groaned, his hands gripping her hips and tugging her to the edge as he leaned her further back on the dresser. The sound of her phone ringing broke through the haze of lust and passion they found themselves being consumed by. Caroline put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back and he groaned in response as she jumped down from her dresser and grabbed her phone from the bed, checking her ID. She saw Stefan’s name flashing across her screen. “It’s Stefan. My mother probably called him because she’s worried.” she looked at him apologetically. “Right,” said Klaus, feeling a flash of disappointment for being pushed aside because Stefan decided to call. A part of him was afraid she would regret it. Caroline watched Klaus turn to leave with a dejected look. “Hey,” she grabbed his hand, stepping close to him. “What just happened? I don’t regret it.” “No?” he asked. “No.” she leaned forward pressing her mouth to his for a kiss, her lips moving slowly over his, only pulling back when she felt him sigh against her like he was letting his guard down. “I should have done that sooner.” Klaus' lips pulled into a slow grin as Caroline’s phone continued to ring. 

“You wanna make a deal with me, you gotta offer me something. I already know about Hayley, the werewolf girl and Caroline the cute little blonde. What else you got?” Marcel asked, sitting at a table, his vampire guards standing nearby.   “What if I told you that werewolf girl is carrying Klaus' children? Twins to be exact.” Tyler sat across from him, eyes hard and calculating.   Marcel leaned in, interested wanting to hear more.   “And, if those babies are born, it'll mean the end of the vampire species.” Marcel nodded at him, “Oh and the cute little blonde as you call her,” Tyler added, jaw clenching. “If you really want to hurt Klaus then you go after her. You get to him through Caroline.”

A/N: Last update until further notice.  

#klaus and caroline #Klaroline #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #the originals fic #klaroline fic #fic: good to you

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A Love Like War

A/N: There’s a glitch on mobile where the fic isn’t formatted correctly and it lumps together into one giant paragraph in the middle of the fic. Seems to be fine on desktop though.

“I’ll be out in a second!” Geoff shouts, walking into the bathroom. He just needed to fix his hair.

Otto yells back a response, refusing to get up off the couch. Awsten walks by, with some other clothes in his hand.

“I’m gonna go get dressed in the bathroom,” he mutters to Otto and heads for the bathroom. Otto didn’t catch what Awsten said, but didn’t bother to ask Awsten to repeat himself. The door was unlocked, and Geoff forgot to turn on the light. 

Awsten could not see Geoff, and walked right into the bathroom, closing the door. It was kinda dark, so Awsten reached for a lightswitch. Geoff moved away from Awsten, soundless, still in front of the mirror with a comb.

When Awsten found the switch, it didn’t turn on. The power must’ve been out. That’s weird for a hotel, Awsten thought. But he could get dressed in the dark.

 Awsten began to strip as Geoff realized Awsten was in there with him. The younger boy peeled off his shirt, and all Geoff could do was watch. But as Awsten began to pull down his pants, Geoff gets an idea. He goes over, quietly, to the door and locks it. Awsten jumps as he heard a the click, with his pants at his ankles, turning on his phone’s flashlight and shining it as Geoff. As he looks down Geoff’s body, he sees the tent in the older boy’s pants, and Geoff was biting his lip. The purple haired boy had to admit, he hasn’t seen anything sexier in his life, but Geoff was just his friend. It’s not like they could just fuck...

But now Awsten has the image in his head, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks and then his dick, and it’s so, so hot, he just can’t get it out of his head. And while thinking about this, he never saw Geoff approach him.

Geoff ran his large, warm hands down Awsten’s sides, and Awsten looks up at him in awe, wanting more. “Geoff...” Awsten’s mind was getting fuzzy, he was beginning to have trouble talking. “...what are you doing?”

Geoff leaned in closer, and presses his face up against Awsten’s neck. “Do you want me to stop?” Awsten doesn’t move, savoring Geoff’s movements against his neck. Geoff’s lips felt heavenly on his skin as the older boy began to suck, just hard enough to elicit a moan from Awsten. “Well? If you want me to stop, I’ll walk out and act like nothing happened.” Geoff whispered on Awsten’s neck over the newly formed hickey. The younger boy could barely form words. His mind was getting fuzzier and fuzzier from Geoff’s oh-so-gooooood ministrations. It took a few minutes for him to form coherent words as Geoff explored his neck. “Please... Geoff...” Geoff took his lips off Awsten, and ceased all movement except for hovering over him, breathing on his neck. Geoff pinned Awsten to the wall, the younger boy’s wrists in Geoff’s hands. “Please what?” It took Awsten a few second to look up at Geoff and speak. “Please... just fuck me.” “Be patient, my prince, we’ll get to that eventually...” Geoff purred. The taller boy let go of one of Awsten’s wrists and ran a hand up his chest, slowly bringing from his chest and then climbing to his face, cupping it. Geoff kissed Awsten, passionate, hard and desperate, so good that the purple haired boy just couldn’t resist grinding his erection up against the brunette’s erection. Even though Awsten still had his boxers on, he almost came in his pants. Geoff pulled away after feeling Awsten grinding. Awsten could’ve sworn he heard a soft “whore” leave Geoff’s mouth before he spoke. “No, no, don’t do that, or I’ll have to punish you. Is that clear?” Geoff said in a very dominant tone. And it was so sexy, he couldn’t resist and submitted to him, nodding his head. But then again, a punishment sounds pretty hot, or at least in Awsten’s very aroused mind. So he grinded on Geoff again, this time harder. He was about to come when Geoff pushed him off. “I told you not to do that, you little whore, now I have to punish you!” Awsten eagerly awaited Geoff’s next words. “Face the wall, and take off your pants and boxers.” The younger boy obeyed. Geoff took his shirt off as Awsten stripped. “Give me your hands,” Geoff commanded Awsten, and Geoff took his hands and tied them together using his shirt. “I’m gonna spank you 8 times,” Geoff whispers lowly while groping Awsten’s ass, “and then I’ll fuck you... I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll feel it for days... you won’t even be able to walk out of the bathroom.” But before he was gonna get spanked, Awsten had a question. “Is that a promise?” Geoff had to smirk at that. Awsten could feel Geoff’s smirk behind him along with his heavier breathing, followed by a *smack*. Awsten held in a wince from the pain, and tried to stay still. *smack* Geoff began massaging his ass again. This time however, the pain went straight to Awsten’s dick. He wanted another spanking, but resisted pressing his ass up against Geoff’s hand. Finally the purple haired boy got what he wanted. *smack* Awsten couldn’t help but moan at the pain. “Was that a moan I heard, slut?” Geoff interrogated. Geoff’s dominance wasn’t helping Awsten control himself. “Well?” *smack* Awsten had his eyes squeezed shut, and was biting his lip hard, almost enough to bleed, to hold in his moans. He wasn’t expecting this to be such a turn on. After seeing Awsten’s face, Geoff figured it out. “I’m not gonna spank you again til you answer.” Geoff smirked. Now Awsten has to reply. “Y-Yes!” Awsten cried out. He just wanted another. “Are you enjoying this?” Awsten didn’t want to admit this one. But it if meant another... “YES!” *smack* Geoff continued spanking the younger boy until they finally reached 8, to Awsten’s disappointment. Awsten faces Geoff again, and Geoff pressed his lips against Awsten’s while taking off the “cuffs”. The kiss gets more and more heated, the two extremely horny boys both want more. Geoff’s hand slides down to Awsten’s ass to give it a firm squeeze, and Geoff pulls away from the kiss. “Jump” he commands, and Awsten obeys. Geoff then resumes making out with Awsten, exploring his mouth with his tongue, while setting a naked Awsten onto the counter. Geoff backed away from Awsten’s mouth and started trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down his chest, going lower and lower until he reached Awsten’s boner. It was already fully hard from all the fun activities, so he just licked it, right up to the tip, lightly sucking. It took all of Awsten’s effort not to buck up into Geoff’s mouth. Geoff suddenly released Awsten’s dick with a pop. He then began to take off his pants and boxers and whip out his cock. “Suck.” Awsten got off the counter and dropped to his knees. Geoff’s cock was bigger than he expected, so he grabbed the base of it and stroked as he lowered his mouth onto it. Geoff gripped his purple hair, making Awsten moan. He then pushed the boy’s head lower, making Awsten choke just enough to get a powerful head rush from it. And the tightness of Awsten’s throat, it was amazing. Geoff moaned and went a little weak in his knees, holding onto Awsten’s hair for dear life as Awsten continued to suck at his own pace. “Of course you’re great at sucking cock. That’s good because you’ll always be on your knees for me, sucking my huge cock, getting it nice and wet before it fills your ass. Why don’t you finger yourself for me?” It was hard for Geoff to say, because all he could focus on was the boy’s mouth pleasuring his cock, but Awsten removed his mouth with a pop to lube up 3 fingers to stretch his tight, virgin ass. He circled his entrance with his index finger, and he couldn’t help but shake from the new, unfamiliar feeling. He put his mouth back on Geoff’s dick as he kept teasing himself, moaning at the feeling a few times, then taking his mouth off of Geoff to push in his middle finger. The stretch hurt at first, but as he began to move in and out, his finger started to feel less foreign and more pleasurable. All Geoff could do was stroke himself and watch. Awsten added a second finger, and scissors his fingers. Geoff’s dirty talk echoed in his head, encouraging the younger boy to fuck himself deeper and faster. “You look like you’re enjoy your fingers up your tight ass, making your mind melt. Imagine those are my fingers, making you feel so good, fucking your ass hard and fast. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll tongue fuck you too. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” Geoff’s filthy mouth just made Awsten want the older boy to stuff his ass with his huge cock. If only they were in a bed and not in the bathroom... As Geoff was running his mouth, Awsten hit a spot that made him scream. It felt soooooo good. He shoved a third finger in, desperately trying to hit the spot again. Any pain he felt earlier has turned into pleasure and all he wanted was to be brutally fucked now. Geoff could tell what Awsten wanted by how loud his moans (and occasional screams) were. “Take them out. Now.” Geoff demanded, while spitting on his hand to lube up his dick. Awsten hopped back onto the counter and held his legs in the air, instantly spreading his cheeks and exposing his hole for Geoff to fuck. Geoff lined his length up with Awsten’s entrance, and gave a hard thrust in, causing Awsten to be pushed against the mirror. Geoff couldn’t think straight when he entered Awsten’s ass (pun intended). “F-fuck you’re so tight Aws- I love it,” Geoff groaned out as the pumped his cock in and out of Awsten’s ass. It took a few tries, but Geoff finally found Awsten’s sweet spot. All Awsten could do was scream, causing Geoff to pound that spot.

Awsten was already on the edge, but he still wanted to last. Geoff was just making it really hard with his relentless pounding of his prostate and his sexy dirty talk. He just couldn’t resist the low, sexy words.

“Mmm… how good am I making you feel?” Geoff whispered in his ear, “I bet you’ll crave this for the rest of your life, always shoving your fingers up your tight ass, wishing it was my cock. You’d do anything to be pounded into the bathroom counter by me. We’ll have to keep doing this.”

That did it. “G-Geoff I-I’m about to cum!” Awsten screamed.

Geoff started thrusting harder, with sloppier thrusts. “Not until I do!” He kept slamming in Awsten faster and faster. Awsten was about to cry from the pain of holding in an orgasm until he finally felt Geoff’s warm, sticky cum fill his ass up. It was probably the sexiest thing Awsten has ever felt as a white hot orgasm ripped through his body, shooting cum all over Awsten and Geoff’s naked bodies, while Awsten was screaming. It was the best orgasm in his life, no doubt. He’d do anything to get his dick back up for round 2 as Geoff slid out of Awsten.

Awsten got off the counter and onto his knees again, rubbing his hands up and down Geoff’s inner thigh. Geoff began to get hard again, so Awsten reached up to his dick, trying to get it to full hardness.

Awsten was licking up and down Geoff’s cock as the door burst open.

“What the hell is going on in here? We were supposed to go to the movies 2 hours ago!” Otto screamed at a naked, cum covered Geoff. Otto then looked at Awsten, on his knees, just releasing Geoff’s fully hard length from his hand. Geoff walks up to Otto and shuts the door, tight enough this time to make sure that no one like Otto could pick the lock to enter. Geoff hovers behind Otto, gently breathing on his neck as Awsten watches, trying not to touch himself.

“Would you like to join?”

#waterparks #parx #parxboiz #gawsten #otto wood #awsten knight #geoff wigington #awsten and travis’ slumber party #smut #gawsten smut

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Daughters of Arendelle - Chapter 13 - Jokulsa Day 2

Daughters of Arendelle - Part I - Bonding

Links to Chapters 1-12

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12222767/1/Daughters-of-Arendelle

*Author’s Note – Remember at the beginning of this story I warned it would not all be fluff? Proceed at your own peril.

Chapter 13

Aug. 18, 1840

“Stop her!” Bloody Nose called as he chased after the woman.

The Queen’s Shield formed around Elsa, weapons at the ready.

The young woman ran with amazing speed, dodging and jumping over obstacles along the way. Elsa couldn’t help thinking she looked like Anna playing in the garden. She pushed away the thought.

At the edge of Elsa’s guard the woman slid to a stop. She dropped to one knee. “Your Majesty, a word please! I beg you.” Her head bowed. She was panting from her run. Dark hair fell over her face, but not before Elsa noticed bruises and dried blood.

Before Elsa could answer the second man who from the pursuit reached the girl. One of his eyes was red and starting to swell, no doubt it would be black by morning.

“Come here, you little harlot.” He grabbed her by the arm trying to jerk her to her feet.

“Release her.” All eyes went to Elsa.

“Your Majesty,” the Mayor stepped between her and the girl. “This girl is a local menace. She shouldn’t be here.” He waved to the guards. “Take her away.”

With one on each arm they drug her to her feet. “Get your hands off of me! Your Majesty, I beg you…”

A sharp crack echoed through the square as Black Eye backhanded her. The blow snapped her head to one side, sending blood flying from the cut on her lip. Had the men not been holding her the blow would have sent her to the ground.

Cold air rushed through the square. It crashed into Black Eye. He sailed several feet away to land on his backside with a grunt.

All eyes turned once more to the Queen. Yellow magic sparked on the hand hanging loose at her side. “Release her.” The words carried as much force as the wind gust that had struck the guard.

Bloody Nose looked to the Mayor.

“Release her, now.” Elsa raised a hand toward the guard.

He let her go, his hands held up as he drew back several steps. The girl jerked away. Her hands clenched into fists.

“Step forward.” Elsa commanded.

The young woman closed the distance separating them in several quick steps. “Your Majesty.” She dipped into a formal curtsey, with her head down.

“Rise. What is your name?”

“Viktoria Engstrom, ma’am.” She rose coming to a military attention stance.

“Why do you wish to speak with me?”

“The people of Jokulsa are suffering. Everything you have seen today is a charade, ma’am.”

“Enough!” The Mayor took a step toward her. “The Queen does not wish to hear your lies.”

“Samuelsson.” Elsa had not yelled, yet the force of her voice brought a hush over the square.

He turned to face her.

“Do not presume to know what I wish.” Emotion flickered in his eyes for a moment before he pushed it down.

“My apologies, Your Majesty.” He backed away with a bow.

Elsa’s attention returned to the young woman. “You were fleeing authorities, and it would appear you’ve been assaulting the town guard. Why should I believe your claims?”

“I am not a liar, Your Majesty. My family has been loyal to the Crown for generations. My father was a member of the King’s Shield. He served with honor till his death.”

“Your father was a member of the shield? Engstrom?” Elsa’s eyes narrowed as she searched her memory for the name. Realization struck her with the force of a blow. “Your father was Sergeant Engstrom. He was lost at sea.” With my parents, she kept the last to herself.

Startled the young woman faltered for a moment. “Yes, ma’am. I am honored, Your Majesty, remembers my father.”

“His sacrifice is not forgotten.” She remembered him, just as she remembered the names of every soul lost on that ship.

“Thank you, My Queen.” Viktoria curtsied once more.

Blue eyes looked the girl up and down, searching for any tells of deceit. “In what way are the people suffering?”

“The Baron and Mayor tax us to ruin, and when we cannot pay they steal to make up the difference. When there is nothing left to steal, they force people into the mines.”

“What mines?” Elsa’s brow furrowed. “According to the town resource reports Jokulsa no longer has active mines. The last one was closed almost a year ago after it failed to yield ore.”

“No, Your Majesty,” Viktoria replied. “the mines are open and producing.” Her gaze shifted to Samuelsson. “Not that the people see any benefit from them. The profits are pocketed by the Mayor and his group of thieves.” She waved a hand toward the businessmen gathered behind the Mayor.

“Lies!” Samuelsson moved toward the girl. Olsen stepped into his path. The Mayor glared at him, but made no attempt to challenge the Guardsman.

Viktoria shot him a defiant look. “I do not lie, Your Majesty.” Her gaze softened as it returned to Elsa. “The people are being taxed to ruin, and with the lost of the widows and orphans allotment, the most vulnerable are suffering.”  

“Wait, what do you mean the loss of the allotment?”

“Begging your pardon, Your Majesty, but we were told a decree had come from the Crown dissolving it.”

“No such decree was issued by the Crown. The pension has not been dissolved.” Elsa’s jaw tightened till her teeth ground together.

A murmur passed through the crowd. From the corner of her eye Elsa noticed the Mayor shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“I have not received my father’s pension in months, ma’am. And I know of others who have gone even longer without payment.”

Elsa felt her face shift into the emotionless mask she wore so well. “Months?” Her eyes swept over the crowd. “Is this true? Are there others who have not received their allotments?”

Many in the group exchanged glances and shuffled about. From deep in the crowd a voice could be heard.

“Let me through. Move aside.” The crowd parted as an old man stepped forward. His back was hunched and he used a worn cane for support. Clear of the crowd he stepped to Viktoria’s side. He bowed leaning so far forward Elsa feared he might topple over. “Your Majesty, I’m Otto Vardo. I served in the Royal Navy for thirty-two years. The young woman speaks the truth. We have not received any payments since last fall.”

Anger boiled up in Elsa with more force than her magic. She turned on the Mayor. “Where is the money?”

“Your Majesty,” His smug grin was back. “I assure you, this is all a misunderstanding.”

“Liar!” Came a shout from the crowd. Others began to murmur their agreement.

Elsa turned to the crowd. “If there are others among you who have not received your allotments step forward now.”

Several people made their way through the crowd. It was a mix of old and young.

As the group grew larger Elsa turned on Samuelsson. “How much money have you stolen from these people?” Her words were steady, hard and cold.

“Stolen? Now see here, I’m a public leader…”

“And I am the Queen.” He had the good sense to take a step back, placing a little distance between them. “The Crown entrusted you to see to it the people were cared for. The people accuse you of betraying that trust. You will turn over all of the towns financial records as well as your own immediately. There will be a full audit,” She drew a step closer to him, tightening her fist against the magic frosting over her palm. “and if I find one kroner in your pocket that has been stolen from these people, I promise it will be the last one you ever own.”

His eye was twitching so hard he could barely keep it open. “Your Majesty, I object to this…slander. You are accusing me of being a thief.”

“You are accused of breaking your oath of trust. Pray I do not find people have died from your greed, or the charge of theft will be the least of your concerns.” She held him fixed with her gaze. “Admiral?”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Send Captain Olsen and a group of men to the Mayor’s office. Collect all the town financial records. Send Lt. Nickolas with a second group to his home to collect his personal records. Place the Mayor under arrest. He is to be held for trial pending our return to Arendelle. Gather up the business leaders from the dais, I wish to speak with them as well.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The officers broke away taking several Marines with each of them.

“Arrest?” Samuelsson eased back a step only to find several members of the Shield blocking his path. “No, I…I can’t go to Arendelle.”

“You can, and you will.” Elsa replied.

“Your Majesty, there are others being held at the mine as I was.” Viktoria said.

“Silence girl!” Samuelsson hissed at her.

“Admiral, if the prisoner interrupts again, have him bound and gagged.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Mayor’s mouth dropped open, but he did not speak

“Where is this mine?”

“It’s not far, ma’am, just over the ridge.” Viktoria pointed toward the town’s edge.

“Take me there.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Viktoria bowed and turned to lead.

Elsa and the Admiral fell in behind her.

“Your Majesty, would you like your horse brought up?”

“No, thank you, Admiral. I’ll walk.” Elsa cringed at the thought of climbing back into the saddle.

The Queen’s Shield took up its position around Elsa, as the remaining Marines formed in behind them.

Several yards behind followed the curious townspeople.

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Members of the Queen’s Shield and several Marines took up forward positions as the group approached the mine’s entrance. Two very confused Town Guard stood at the opening. Their muskets were drawn, but hung loose in their hands, barrels pointed downward.

Elsa came to a stop several feet behind her guard. She was regretting leaving Vor in town. The uneven terrain caused her ankle to throb and a dull ache had settled in her lower back. She pushed the pain aside; there would be time to deal with that later.

“Admiral,” She tugged the bottom of her jacket down to straighten it. Her attention focused on the mine. “order everyone out of the mine, then have troops search to make sure no one is hidden inside.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He drew his sword and stepped forward. She couldn’t help flinching at the zing of metal against metal. It stirred emotions and magic. She forced both down.

He stepped to the forward line of soldiers. “By order of Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, shoulder your weapons and stand down.”

The men exchanged uncertain looks, neither moved.

Halldor leveled the sword at them. “Shoulder your weapons or you will be arrested for defying the Queen’s orders.”

“Muskets, on the ridge!” One of the Queen’s Shield cried out.

Elsa’s eyes cut to the ridgeline as two shots rang out almost as one. Dirt sprayed up several feet in front of the Queen’s Shield as a musket ball buried itself in the ground.

From the shadows among the rocks a figure pitched forward. The limp body landed face down, on the ground before the entrance. He wore the uniform of a town guard.

The dusk from his landing had not settled when more guards appeared among the rocks, others rushed forward from the mine entrance. They began to fire.  

Black Eye and Bloody Nose had flanked the Mayor during the march from town. Black Eye drew his sword and attacked the soldier closest to him.

The Marine guarding the Mayor brought his musket up to fire on the man. He never got the chance as Bloody Nose, rushed in driving a dagger into his back. As the soldier crumbled to the ground, Bloody Nose jerked the dagger free.

His victory was short lived as a member of the Queen’s Shield, shot him in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Before the soldier could bring his musket around to fire Black Eye stabbed him in the thigh. With a foot against the soldier’s chest he pulled the weapon free, shoving the soldier away. As the man dropped to the ground, Black Eye spied Viktoria. His lips curled back in a snarl. “Hello, harlot.”

With the sword held high he charged her. She took a step back, settling into a balance position. As he drew close enough to start the downward arc, she squatted. Too late he realized his mistake. She rose lifting him from the ground. His momentum carried him forward, flipping him at the height of the lift. He landed flat on his back, the air rushed from his lungs with a grunt.

Viktoria stood over him smiling. The smile broadened at the string of curses hurled at her.

He rolled onto his stomach, clawing at the dirt. His fingers found the sword hilt. Before he could grasp it, a thick, leather heel stomped on the outstretched hand. Bones snapped under the blow. He howled as the heel ground deeper into the back of his hand. The pressure vanished and he tried to raise to his knees.

A solid kick to the ribs lifted him from the ground and sent him rolling till he landed on his back. He curled into a ball, making no attempt to get up.

Viktoria snatched up the sword. She poked at him with it. The man curled tighter into himself with a whimper. “Coward.” She turned her attention to the surrounding chaos.

Samuelsson reached into his jacket. His fingers curled around the smooth wooden handle of the small pistol tucked in a special pocket of his waistcoat. He only had one shot. It would have to be enough to make his escape into the wood line. By the time the soldiers could give chase he would have a good head start.

He searched the group for an escape route. His eyes came to rest on the blond haired woman standing several feet away. The sight of her caused his hand to tighten on the pistol grip.

The Queen was raising her hands in a strange manner, no doubt to unleash her cursit magic. His mind shifted gears. Without the Queen and her gift, the Baron’s men would have no trouble over taking her guards. With her gone he could return to business as usual. Yes, cut off the head and the body will crumble, he thought. He moved toward Elsa.

One of the Marines on the front line fell. The angry buzz of a musket ball whizzed pass Elsa’s ear, behind her another soldier fell. She snapped into action as more Town Guards appeared at the mine entrance.

Both hands swept downward, one to the front the other to the rear. Yellow magic rushed across the ground in opposite directions.

Behind her a thick wall of ice rose shielding the townspeople. Spider web patterns crackled across the ice as stray musket balls embedded in it. The ice held against the attack.

Before her the ice slithered over the ground. It encased the feet of the Town Guards at the mine’s entrance. They cried out struggling to free themselves. The ice continued up the rocky ridge forming a shield against any snipers hidden among the rocks. As the ice spread, nearly a dozen men appeared, driven from their rocky cover. They scrambled up the face of the ridge to disappear down the other side.

Samuelsson stepped over a dead soldier’s body. The Marine lay on his back, lifeless eyes staring skyward, a bloody hold in the center of his chest, marked the musket ball’s entry. With most of the Queen’s Shield rushing forward to protect her from sniper fire, the felled soldier left a gap in their defenses.

It’s almost too easy, Samuelsson thought as he drew the pistol. With a quick snap he cocked back the hammer, straightened his arm and leveled it toward the back of Elsa’s head.

One of the Queen’s Shield shouted a warning, trying in vain to dive between his Queen and the assassin’s bullet.

Cold, hard steel sliced through Samuelsson’s wrist in one swift stroke. His eyes went from the severed hand, still clutching the unfired pistol, lying in the dirt, to the bloody stump of his wrist.

His blood curling scream echoed through the clearing as he dropped to his knees, cradling the damaged limb to his chest.

Elsa turned to find Viktoria standing over the howling man. The sword tip pressed against his throat. She gave the young woman a nod of thanks. Viktoria smiled in return, blush creeping up her cheeks.

It didn’t take long for Elsa’s men to gather what was left of the guards, corralling them off to one side. Stripped of their weapons they knelt before the Marine’s bayonets.

With the fight over Elsa took a moment to survey the damage. Two Marines lay dead and several other soldiers, including members of her Guard had been injured. Something deep in the pit of Elsa’s stomach stirred. She had expected to find trouble but not this.

With a wave of her hand the ice wall shielding the townspeople vanished in a swirl of snowflakes. They held back as if the barrier were still in place.

“Your Majesty!” A member of the Queen’s Shield came to attention before her with a salute.

“Yes, Lance Corporal?”

“Ma’am, the Admiral has been wounded.” He pointed to several soldiers gathered around the fallen man.

She fought the urge to run as she made her way to them.

One was giving instructions as the other two assisted him. Elsa watched as the man stuffed bandages under the Admiral’s bloody jacket.

“How is he?”

“It’s a chest wound, doesn’t look like it struck his heart or lungs.” He looked up to find the Queen standing over him. His eyes widened. “Your Majesty.”

“Will he be alright?”

“I…I don’t know, ma’am. Right now my concern is stopping the bleeding.” He replied.

“Your…Majesty…”

Her chest tightened at the weakness in Halldor’s voice. She pushed away the thought of losing another ally. “I’m here, Admiral.” She knelt offering what she hoped was a comforting smile.

“Must…get back…to the manor…dark…”

She looked to the soldier. “Can we move him?”

His head moved from side to side. “At the moment it would not be wise, ma’am.”

“Not…safe here…My Queen…”

“I understand, Admiral. Please, save your strength.”

She rose and turned to a guard standing nearby. “Sergeant, find the town doctor and procure some wagons to move the wounded and dead. Send someone to notify Captain Olsen of the Admiral’s condition.”

“Yes, ma’am.” With a salute he sprinted off.

She turned to another soldier, her voice low for only him to hear. “Stay here. Let me know when the wagons arrive. If the Admiral’s condition worsens, send for me immediately.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

People began to emerge from the mine. Young and old filed out, some under their own power, others with the support of fellow miners and soldiers. Many raised hands to shield their eyes against the bright sunlight. All were covered with dirt, sweat and dust of the mines. Some were so coated it was impossible to tell the color of their hair.  

Townspeople rushed toward them, greeting family and friends. Others searched for missing loved ones among the crowd.

Elsa’s magic stirred at the proof of her people’s suffering. She clenched her fists to keep it from seeping out.  

“Guard.”

“Yes, Your Majesty?” A young Marine, who looked barely as old as Anna appeared at her side.

She did not take her eyes from the broken souls wandering from the mine. “I want to speak to the Mayor, now.”

“That’s not possible, ma’am.” He swallowed hard as dark blue eyes settled on him.

“Why not?”

“He’s…” His voice cracked. “He’s dead, Your Majesty.”

She stared at him for a moment. “Dead?”

“Yes, ma’am, he bled out from his wound… ma’am.”

Her eyes closed as she bit back a curse. Well, at least it will save me the trouble of hanging him, she thought. She opened her eyes, allowing her attention to shift back to the people.

Without a word she stepped away leaving the nervous soldier to wonder if he should follow or not. He chose to hold his position.

She walked among the people, calling to soldiers to help those most in need of attention. To her guard’s dismay she kept sending them away to aid others, often leaving herself unguarded.

As she made her way through the growing crowd, people began to realize who she was. Whispers of, it’s the Queen, followed in her wake.

An old man coated in grey dust dropped to his knees before her. “Your Majesty, we knew you would not abandon us.”

Before she could answer he bowed, touching his forehead to the tip of her shoe, and began to weep. Between sobs he kept repeating, bless you.

“Please…get up…don’t…please.” She started to reach for him when a young man and woman came and took him by the arms.

“Your Majesty.” They spoke in unison. With quick bows to her, they pulled the man to his feet.  

“Come, Papa.” The man shifted his grip on the man’s arm to support him better.

“Thank you, My Queen.” The woman didn’t wait for a reply as she helped guide the man away.

He laughed, looking between them. “I told you she would come. Remember, I told you the Queen would not forget us.”

“Yes, Papa, we remember.” The woman assured him.

Elsa felt her stomach churn, ice tingled along her fingertips. Panic began to build up inside her. Her eyes swept over the clearing, looking for a place she could hide. Without thinking she started toward the mine entrance.

Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize one of her guards had fallen in behind her.

“..water…”

Several feet from the mine entrance she pulled up short at the weak cry. Her guard managed to side step in time to avoid plowing into her.

Hidden in the shade of the ridge, sat a girl of no more than ten with a small boy cradled in her lap.

The child held the boy closer as she realized Elsa was watching them.

“…water…” the boy repeated his cry.

Panic gave way to concern as she drew closer to the children. “Guard, get some water, please.” She didn’t look back calling the command over her shoulder.

He hesitated, torn between protecting his Queen and following her orders. With a nod he went in search of water.

“Hello.” Elsa knelt beside the children.

The girl drew the boy closer, her eyes narrowing as she watched Elsa’s every move.

“What is your name?” She reached out a hand to stroke the boy’s hair.

“No.” The girl held him tight with one arm as she snatched up a large rock with the other. Her arm drew back, but she didn’t throw it.

Elsa leaned back, raising her hands in surrender. “I won’t hurt him, or you. I promise.” The girl didn’t respond. “Is he your brother?”

Her head moved up and down in a slow nod.

“I have a sister. Her name is Anna. I would never let anyone hurt her.” Oh, Anna, how I wish you were here now, she thought. You would be so much better at this.

The child’s tension eased a little, but the rock remained ready to strike.

The boy began to whimper.

“Please, let me help him.” Elsa held out her hands careful not to get to close. “What’s his name?”

She looked from the boy to Elsa and back. The hand holding the rock eased down a few inches. “Tor.”

Elsa released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Ragna, what are you doing?” Viktoria appeared at Elsa’s side. “Don’t you dare throw that rock at the Queen. Your Majesty, I’m so sorry.”

“No harm was done.” Elsa smiled at the child. “She‘s going to let me help her brother. Isn’t that right?”

Ragna lowered her brother so Elsa and Viktoria could see him.

“I sent one of the soldiers to get him some water.” Elsa stroked a hand over his forehead, alarmed at the warmth radiating from it. “He’s running a fever.”

Viktoria cupped his face. “No, I think it’s the heat. Sections of the mines are unbearably hot. We need to cool him down.”

“That, I can help with.” With a flourish of her hand Elsa produced an ice washcloth. Both children gasped in awe. She began to wipe the boy’s brow.

He moaned as the cool rag passed over his face and hair.

“Here.” She created a second one, handing it off to Viktoria. “Try to get her cleaned up a bit.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She took the cloth, marveling at it before taking it to the girl’s dirty face.

“Why are these children here? Where are their parents?” Elsa created another cloth, placing it on the boy’s brow as she continued to wipe at his face and hair.

“They are orphans, ma’am. Once they are big enough to carry things or dig they are sent to the mines. The unlucky ones go to the Baron’s manor to work as his staff.”

“Why are they unlucky?”

Viktoria met her gaze. “They seldom return and if they do, they are usually in poor shape.”

“I visited the orphanage; the children seemed well cared for.”

“They weren’t the orphans. The Mayor rounded up local children from the outlaying farms and forced them to pretend so you wouldn’t see how poorly they were treated. Any child old enough to talk was brought here to wait till after your visit, ma’am.”

“What of the young woman who was running it? The one with the scars, she seemed to care for the children. The Mayor said she was the matron.”

“Yes and no, ma’am. She grew up in the orphanage. Once she was older Torill Troll sent her to work at the manor.”

“Who is Torill Troll?”

“Torill Troll, she’s pure evil that one.” Viktoria snorted a humorless laugh, before remembering who she was speaking with. “Her real name is Torill Saksen, but the children call her Torill Troll. She is the matron, ma’am. She works for the Baron. The girl you met is Dagny . She worked out at the manor, till that crazy German got drunk one night and carved up her face. The Baron didn’t want her after that, so she returned to the orphanage to look after the babies.”

“Not long after that Torill put her in charge of the orphanage. Dagny does what she can to care for the children, but it’s not easy.”

Elsa looked around the clearing, taking a quick head count. “All of these children can’t be orphans.”

“Most of them are. When they need more children Torill travels to surrounding villages and collects the orphans who are old enough to work. Then she brings them back for the Baron and the Mayor to take their pick.”

Elsa stared at her, the words spinning in her mind. “What of the children who are too weak or sick to work?”

Viktoria’s jaw tightened as she wiped at Ragna’s face. “Not long after the Baron took control, some of the children disappeared. Torill said she had found homes for them in a nearby village. No one had any reason to question her. Not long after that I started helping out at the orphanage when I could.”

“The Mayor had begun to use the older boys in the mines. There was an accident one day and two of them were hurt. One lost part of his leg and the other a hand. They were brought back to the orphanage in bad shape. Dagny and I spent several days caring for them. I came back one morning and they were gone. Dagny said, Torill, the German and a couple of the Baron’s guards showed up in the middle of the night and took them. She told Dagny they were being taken to another village for care. No one believed that.”

“After that whenever there was a sick or injured child I would stay the night with them. Another mine accident left a young boy crippled. Both his legs had been broken under a fallen beam. Two days later Torill and the others showed up in the middle of the night and took him. I followed them to an old mining pit a couple of miles outside of town. It’s far enough away so no one can hear the cries, or smell the death.” She drew a sharp breath. From the corner of her eye a single tear slipped down her cheek.

“They carried him crying and screaming to the pit. Torill taunted him as they tossed him in. After they left I went to the pit.” Her hand began to tremble. “I could hear him crying. In the moonlight I could see him lying atop a pile of bodies. It took me most of the night, but I managed to get him out.”

“After that I found some folks to help me, and when we knew there were sick or injured children we would sneak them out of the orphanage. Dagny would tell Torill they had died. We took them to some of the local farms, where they were hidden in case the Baron’s men came around.” She wiped at Ragna’s hair, offering the child a sad smile.

Elsa felt as if the ground had fallen out from beneath her. “How long…has this been going on?”

Viktoria turned to her. “After my father died, I moved here to live with my grandmother. Things weren’t so bad then. The Baron’s father-in-law managed to keep him in check, for the most part. But, after his death, the Baron became more brazen with his cruelty. About a year ago he took over the local government, placing men he could control in power. It wasn’t long after that his men took control of the main roads and patrolled the borders. By the time everyone realized how bad it was, it was too late. We were trapped.” She turned back to Ragna. “We tried to send messages out, but most never made it through. And the few that did went unanswered.”

Bile crept up the back of Elsa’s throat threatening to choke her. Her ice rolled in her veins with such force it caused her muscles to ache.

“When word came that we would receive a Royal visit it seemed our prayers had been answered. But the Baron’s men began to round up anyone he thought might cause trouble. Most were taken to the mines, some simply disappeared.”

“I…I didn’t know.” The excuse sounded pathetic to her own ears.

“No one blames you, Your Majesty. You have saved us.” Her bright smile ripped Elsa’s heart out.

“Here’s the water, Your Majesty.”

She jumped as the soldier knelt beside her. “Thank you.” She managed to keep her hand from shaking as she took the small tin cup from him.

“Here, little one.” With a hand under Tor’s head, she raised him and pressed the cup against his cracked lips.

He gulped it down. “Easy, not to fast, you’ll make yourself sick.” After he drank down the last of it, Elsa dipped the cup into the water bucket at the soldier’s feet. She handed the cup to Ragna. “Here, you need to drink some too.”

The child took the cup drinking it all in one go. Water raced from the corners of her mouth as she drank.

“Hey, easy there.” Viktoria pulled the cup down. “What’s your rush?”

She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth, leaving a dirty streak. “Thank you.” She smiled up at Elsa.

Tears strung the corners of Elsa’s eyes. “Excuse me.” Not waiting for an answer she rose. The soldier stood. “Go see if anyone else needs assistance.”

“But, My Queen…”

“That is an order, Lance Corporal.” Her tone left no room for debate.

“Yes, ma’am.” He answered to her retreating back.

She made her way to the far side of the mine entrance. There she found an outcrop of rocks with a space just wide enough for her to step through. It shielded her from the clearing.

She reached out supporting herself with a hand against the rocky surface. Ice began to creep over the rock. With a grunt she heaved her lunch onto the ground. For several minutes she altered between heaves and sobs, clinging to the rocks to keep from falling to her knees.

With some effort she slowed her breath to sharp pants. The tightness in her chest grew stronger as her thoughts turned back to Viktoria’s words. She leaned forward to rest her forehead against the thick layer of ice. How could I have been such a fool to think I could run a kingdom from behind closed gates?

She pounded a fist against the ice till it ached. The pain pulled her back to the moment. There were would be time for reflexion later. For now action was needed. She whipped up an icy cloth and wiped her face and mouth.

“Queen Elsa?”

Her eyes closed as she groaned a faint curse. With great effort she reined in her ice, forcing it and her emotions back under control. The ache in her muscles returned as the ice refused to be silenced.

She straightened and wiped her face once more before waving the cloth away. With a deep breath, she tugged down the bottom of her jacket, turned on her heels and moved out to meet the guard.

“Your Majesty.” His relief at finding her shone on his face. “Captain Olsen is here, ma’am, and he brought the wagons.”

“Thank you, Lance Corporal.” She started past him than stopped. It took her but a moment to circle her hands together and create a small stack of ice cloths. “Hand these out to any who need them, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He accepted the cloths.

She made her way to the small group of soldiers gather around half a dozen wagons. “Captain Olsen.”

The officer came to attention before her. “Your Majesty.”

“You are aware of the Admiral’s condition?”

“I am, ma’am.”

“Good. We need to get these people back to town. Then round up those responsible for these atrocities. They will be going back to Arendelle to stand trial for their crimes.”

“Who exactly are we arresting, ma’am?”

“Start with the Mayor’s staff, all of the men who were on the dais this morning and a woman named, Torill Saksen. Do not let her escape, Captain.”

“Yes, ma’am. What about the Admiral, ma’am? We need to get him back to town.”

“I have some ideas on that. But first I’ll need to inspect the wagons.” She noticed the sun was creeping behind the mountains. There was no way they would make it to the manor before dark. She tucked the thought away and started for the wagons.

#frozen #daughters of arendelle #elsa #anna #kristoff #snow sisters #ice bros

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This Soul of Mine Pt 2

Main Incubus Otto x Reader (Incubus Axel and Oscar x Reader in later parts!)

18+ (also in later parts)

(Mentions of Rape but only passing, as Incubus are Male Demons who feed off sex, most of them are NOT kind Swedes.)

PART 3

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You ran your hands over your hair once more, trying to hide a yawn as you listened to Father James’ sermon.

Fuck was this boring. Of course you had to be shipped to this honky tonk town, and attend mass with your beloved aunt. There was nothing wrong with your aunt of course, you loved her to death, but you would have preferred not to be involved in any of this-

“Oh, what a beautiful passage, don’t you find Y/N?” Your aunt whispered to you, smiling a tired old smile. You loved her.

“Yes, it was very beautiful.” You acquiesced, accepting the hand she put on your knee.

It was only when your aunt stood to go greet Father James did you notice the woman sitting beside you, jumping out of your skin.

Her eyes wrinkled, sharp blue eyes surrounded by black Kohl watching you as she pushed her white hair back.

“Am I that ugly, child? I thought I looked half decent today when I stepped out.” She laughed, elegantly hiding her teeth as she laughed. You had never seen her in your life, eyes taking in as much detail as you could.

“Oh god no, Im so sorry ma’am, you surprised me is all. You look great today.” You said, hoping she wouldn’t mention any of this to your aunt, or possibly even to Father James.

Her gaze was steady and unblinking. It was terrifying, if you could honestly say so. She looked like she was reading your thoughts, or more like, not being able to with how badly she frowned.

“My, I must say, I dont recall ever meeting you here, Miss..?”

“Y/N!” You supplied, shaking the hand she offered-

Her grip on your hand turned harsh, visibly not the strength of a old lady like her-

“My, nothing? Oh what fun. Tell me child, have you met any... beings, as of late, that haven’t gotten out of your head?” She asked quietly, releasing your hand from her crushing grip, patting her dress as if she needed it.

Her words were smooth, but they cut you deep, as if she could-

“Read minds? Yes, you’ve mentioned that already, but that seems to be all.” She whispered, huffing loudly as if she was angry, sitting too close all of a sudden. You had to escape, you had to get out-

“Dear, I think you should sit down and breath. I am not going to harm you, I am only here to... guide you, we shall say.” The old woman continued, smiling as you did as told and sat back beside her, listening as Father James started his sermon again. Your aunt sat at the front, the traitor, unaware of what was happening.

“You smell like him, you know. He imprinted on you, by accident mind you, but still, it is quite dangerous for your kind.” She was smiling so widely that you were sure now that she wasn’t human, eyes brightening a bit more.

“W-what do you mean?” You tried, voice too weak to summon anything other than the whisper that escaped you. It didn’t matter though it seemed, she had heard you perfectly well, brushing back her white curls, pretending to listen to the sermon, nodding.

“Oh darling, the man you met the other night. Tall, equally white hair, most likely drop dead gorgeous?” She suddenly looked 50 years younger as she turned to look at you, red lipstick clashing with her paling white skin.

“He touched you, didn’t he?” It came out from between her lips sounding cold, but her wide fluorescent blue eyes said different, curiosity shining brightly in them. Nothing felt right. You felt like you couldn’t breath, feeling as if nothing of this was real-

“I touched him. I bumped into him and he picked me up.” You shot back, surprising her as you tried to regain a semblance of power, remembering the dazed man’s surprised and kind eyes.

“What an interesting turn of events! I must say, I am impressed. Not only have you made his brothers and the Incubi world turn upside down, your also partly invulnerable to Succubi powers.” She seriously noted, scooting closer as if she could see the answer in your eyes. Something brushed against your ankle, but you ignored it, captivated by her gaze.

Nothing of what she was saying made sense, Incubi? Succubi? Childrens tales, nothing more than a silly tale told by the church to children... right? No, it was surely the Host wafer that your aunt had given you that was rotten and poisoned you. Yeah, that was surely it.

God, if only-

“Honestly, a rotten Host wafer.” She huffed as she turned her gaze away, rolling her eyes.

“Look darling, Incubi are exactly like mortal men; stupid, handsome, and driven by sex.” She looked mentally exhausted all of a sudden, rubbing at her temples, revealing a scar on her forehead in the shape of a round. The elder woman rose gracefully, her eyes back to the now dull blue they had been at the start, combing over your form one last time.

“If you truly wish to summon him, do so through your desire for him, either for protection or for... assistance, in personal matters.. He will most likely find his way to you within the following hour. You will need him just as much as he needs you.” She finished, turning as if to leave, lingering as you watched her.

“What is that saying again? ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’? Spit it out.”

“I- ma’am, I appreciate all of this advice.. but if I may ask... who are you?” You asked, knowing deep down what the answer was. You had felt it, felt it between your ribs, in your beating heart. Her fluorescent blue eyes and never-ending knowledge of your inner thoughts were far from normal, and so was the cigarette she magicked before your eyes, watching you as if she had just struck gold.

“I am.. The Handler. I am the Succubus Ruler of all Incubi and Succubi.” She walked away from you then, looking confidently forward as she exited the church, lighting the cigarette between the final pews.

-

-

Finally elated to be done with Father James’ sermon, you stepped out of the Church to await your aunt-

“Y/N L/N?” Came the voice of a man, smooth, young but deep, accent reminding you of-

You turned hurriedly in excitement, heart racing until your eyes met with a platinum blond haired man, resembling the man who had occupied your mind ever since. Mild disappointment floored you until the old woman’s words came to mind:

He had imprinted on you, it was dangerous for humans, this was most likely another being of his kind.

“Ouh, that hurts cutie, I can smell the disappointment from here! I simply wanted to come meet my brother’s- Hey!” Said the man, grinning like a cat until you turned and sprinted with all of your might away, away, away.

-

Otto found himself looking down at the box of homemade cookies, cringing at the Church’s name. It shouldn’t be anywhere near your name, defiling such a beautiful name like yours was a crime.

He felt petty, reaching out and dragging a long sharp nail against the sticker, careful to not cross out your own name by accident-

“Your acting ridiculous Otto.” Came Axel’s teasing voice, surprised as he watched Otto jump out of his skin for what seemed to be the 70th time this week. What was going on?

“Are you.. okay, brother? You dont seem to be well.” Axel asked after a beat, knowing he had to confront him about it. For the first time in all of their lives, Otto seemed unfocused, out of it, mind drifting and constantly asking them to repeat themselves. They didn’t mind it much, but something was wrong. It had to be-

“Im sorry Axel. I...I keep feeling this... tug, of sorts.” Otto quietly muttered as he stared down once again at the sticker, entranced. It unnerved Axel for a moment before realizing this was serious, this was important. He walked over to his brother slowly, tail swishing out of anxiousness, feeling entirely out of his depths.

“Otto?” Axel asked softly as his clawed fingers met his brothers skin, receiving no answer for a long moment.

“Go see her, maybe after you do, youll stop feeling it. Maybe shes calling for you.” Axel said after a beat, deciding to comfort him brother instead of further pushing him into despair. Even if nothing would amount from an Incubus pining for a mortal. He smirked as he watched Otto turn to him, disbelief written all over his face.

“You dont understand brother-“ Otto tried before Axel waved his hand, not wanting to listen to the ‘why’.

“No, you’re right, I really dont, but if you really think you are her soulmate, shouldn’t you be going to see her?” Axel asked his brother, smelling his despair turn into agitated excitement. He smirked, watching and listening as Otto ran out of the house.

No matter how Oscar or he felt, and no matter what happened, Axel came to a conclusion as the distinct lingering scent of Otto’s desperate yearning met his nose:

He would support his brother in his ridiculous endeavour to win your favour, no matter what.

Where was Oscar anyways?

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16. Scattered Truths

Scarlet

It felt like hours to her, sitting staring at the wall while Charming PD looked up her info, looking into her rap sheet. Scarlet had kicked her dusty black boots up on the table, leaning back in her chair. She had a headache and was also becoming increasingly sore due to her crashing her car on purpose. She wondered just how pissed off Jax would be when she got back /if/ she got back. She knew him well enough now to know he doesn’t like help from a woman, but he was going to get it like it or not.

The door opened slowly, her eyes gazed up to be met by a sickly Unser who had a stack of paperwork in his hands. Her feet remained on the table to show no intimidation but Unser didn’t seem phased by it. He took a seat reading through the paperwork he must have already read before walking in that room.

“So you’re Otto’s kid.” His eyes didn’t lift from the paper and Scarlet didn’t answer. She studied his features trying to read him. “Does Jax and the guys know?” He asked, this time pushing her feet off the table. Scarlet felt a tingle of panic on the inside but kept a straight face. Again she didn’t comment on his question but she knew that gave him his answer. Unser exhaled muttering under his breath. “Jesus christ” With a quick shake of his head he threw his hands behind it, leaning back in his chair. “The thing about your ex? That checks out. So we are going to stick to that story. But I need to know, this guy, he’s missing. That have anything to do with the club?”

Scarlet’s brows furrowed, confused, guessing that he was giving her a pass. “God no. No. I don’t know where he is. He stalks me that is all I know.” Somehow the look on Unser’s face made Scarlet believe he didn’t buy that part of her story. It was true the club had nothing to do with him missing, but she did.

“I am going to call someone to pick you up. Am I calling Jax?” He asked, standing up gathering his paperwork. Scarlet blinked wanting to ask about having to pay for damages to the patrol car but she knew better then to bring up questions when in front of law. “No. Um. I don’t think that is a good idea. Do you have that guy… um.. Chucky? His number?”

Unser pinched the bridge of his nose nodding; something about having her in with the club seemed to worry him. “I’ll…ugh, have someone grab you water and a few aspirins. Listen sweetheart, if you are staying around, try to keep your nose clean if you know what I mean. Charming will eat you up and spit you out if you are not careful.”

All she could do was blink watching him walk out. She didn’t know what to make of the situation. Was he part of SAMCRO or what exactly just happened? A few minutes later a lady walked in, setting down a bottled water and two pills. “Ride is on it’s way” She said before walking out. Scarlet rubbed her head now having a pounding headache.

With a quick brush of her fingers through her hair Scarlet grabbed the bottle, twisting the cap off and takes a couple gulps before popping the pills into her mouth. When the door swung open again one of the patrol men from earlier was standing there holding it open. His eyes narrowed in on Scarlet, nodding his head for her to leave. She smiled at him as innocently as she could, jumping from her seat she walked over to him. She stopped to face him, keeping her angelic smile in play. Her fingers quickly adjusted his collar, giving him a quick pat on the chest before walking out in a confident stride. Chucky was nervously waiting by the station door, opening it as soon as she was in his sight. He smiled nodding at her as she walked out.

“Jax wants you at the shop. He doesn’t want any stops.” Chucky opened her door for her, and she sat down in the passenger seat looking at Chucky. “Just drive.” She muttered annoyed. “I accept that.” He said, shutting the door, rushing over to the other side getting in, turning the car on. “Music?” His question made Scarlet sideways glare at him. She was getting sick of orders getting barked at her like a child. Chucky cleared his throat and made his way out to the street and towards TM.

When they arrived into the black gates she felt all the eyes of the club on her, making her sink into her seat. She was sure she was about to be yelled at by every last one of them. She heard Chucky chuckle as he parked and got out the car. Scarlet looked around for Jax, spotting him inhaling a puff from his smoke leaning against the doorframe of the club house. Scarlet opened her door with her head held high, ready to defend herself but Tig ran over and grabbed her, lifting her feet off the ground squeezing the hell out of her. “You crazy ass broad, I love you, I fuckin’ love you!” He sat her down, cupping her face to give her a fat kiss on her lips before she could even react. She wanted to laugh but she was spun around by Happy who was grinning wide also hugging her. “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

She looked around getting a hug, pats on the back and words of praise by everyone. “I think I hit my head…The cop let me go and you guys are not pissed?” She rubbed her temple earning a roar of laughter by the men who surrounded her. She turned, now facing Chibs who pulled her into a gentle hug “Aye, are ya fuckin’ serious? We jus’ about shite bricks ‘til ye saved our arses. Yer’ de sons hero, sweet'eart. Otto would be proud of ya.”  

Scarlet choked back tears looking at them all who nodded in agreement with Chibs. “Alright boys, let her breath. She did crash her car into another and I am guessing she didn’t put a seatbelt on.” Jax had finally made his way over to Scarlet. She turned to look at him, her eyes dropping instantly. She could feel him scanning her over, checking for any marks or cuts. He placed a finger under her chin so she would look up at him. Speaking in a low rustled tone he looked her deep in the eyes. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

  Jax

As Chucky rolled up with Scarlet perched in that passenger’s seat, Jax’s blue hues darted to the right as he parked. He didn’t move, he just stayed leaning against the doorframe, ankles crossed, pinching what was left of the blunt between his thumb and index finger. He was a mixed bag of emotions; anger, concern, guilt. He hated to admit that she was cut out for this kind of life, but she truly was. She never hesitated once, putting her own self at risk for the good of the club. As much as Jax didn’t want to agree with his brothers’ excitement, if it hadn’t been for her, fuck knows where their asses would have been resting tonight.  

As the boys rushed to greet the girl that had stolen most of the President’s attention as of late, he pulled in the final hit, hearing the paper burn as he inhaled the shit deep into his lungs. He could see the enthusiasm from his guys, even though each of them knew his feelings about Scarlet being anywhere near the dangerous shit they did. Even if she had saved their asses hours earlier, there was still the issue of her trigger happy finger he needed to address. His first concern though? Making sure she was alright.

Flicking the roach to the asphalt, Jax began to stride towards the gathered crowd, crushing the smoldering cherry under the heavy weight of his sneaker. The leather wearing men parted the way as the Prez of the MC approached the girl he was finding himself attracted to more and more everyday. With a nod of his head, the guys left him alone with Scarlet.

He knew she was waiting for him to yell at her; hell that would be his normal response when it came to the shit she did lately. But there was other worries on his mind. His eyes scanned her petite frame, examining every inch for any signs of bruises or wounds. Surprisingly she had escaped without a scratch, on the outside at least. Placing the side of his calloused finger under her chin he propped her head up to look at him, his eyes locking square on with hers, searching them for any indication she was hurt.

“You’re out of your damn mind, you know that?” He relayed to her, the pad of his thumb gliding over her soft lower lip. The way her thick lashes fluttered upward to allow him to stare into her eyes couldn’t help but make him smile. He knew right there and then he was in big trouble with this one. Good and bad trouble.

She nodded, letting him know that she was in fact okay. He debated showing his angry side because he was unfortunately upset with the way the day had played out. Not one thing had happened as planned and she was the fault behind most of it. But deep in his gut he couldn’t bring himself to let it out; if it hadn’t been for her his ass could have been tossed in County instead of standing freely in the gated walls of their secluded kingdom.

“I don’t want you alone tonight. I’m gonna send Rat home with you till I can get there later.” He instructed.

“But Jax, I…” Her mouth opened to refuse what she took as a suggestion when in fact it was more of a demand.

“No objections. Your ass goes home, Rat goes with you. I will come by when I am done here. I mean it Scarlet.” His eyes now dark and demanding as one hand moved to the side of her face, his head lowering to brush a soft kiss over her smaller mouth. He could hear the whistles from the jackasses behind them. Christ you’d swear they were a bunch of goddamn teenagers.

Breaking the kiss, he smiled down at Scarlet, his hand dropping to her side and with a playful smirk he gave her ass a tap as he started to strut away.

“Rat! You’re with her. You leave her out of your sight, consider yourself nutless tomorrow.” The blond biker chuckled as Rat’s eyes widened, rushing off to mount his bike before Scarlet left without him. Apparently they were all realizing just how quickly his little spitfire didn’t take well to instruction.

 Scarlet

Jax placed a rental key in her hand before he walked away. The only reason she didn’t protest was her neck had started to bother her, no doubt a case of whiplash was going to bite her in the ass due to her unthought out plan from earlier. Besides the dual nagging pain, her stomach was still unsettled from her unexpected up chucking, waves of uneasiness had been weaving in and out throughout the day. She assumed it was the stress from the events that had unwinded throughout the course of the last few hours.

Rat was hot on her ass as they made their way back to Otto’s house where she had been staying, making her annoyed yet again with Jax. She didn’t need a babysitter and if he was that worried he should have came along. She was growing tired of always getting pushed off to the bleachers. That wasn’t her place. She belonged in the field, the dug out in the least.  But what did she know? Seemed in his eyes everything Scarlet was doing was wrong.  

What had become upsetting to her was in all her life she never wanted or needed approval but she wanted it from Jax. She needed it like an addict who has gone more than 24 hours without a fix. She hated how she had began to crave his touch, the way his eyes always seemed to look just deep enough to see beyond her surface but not deep enough to really unlock her secrets. She wanted him too; when she would look back at him she wanted him to pull her from her darkness.

The burdens Scarlet held deep down were nothing of the normal and if anyone would understand it, if anyone would find her reasons suitable, it would be Jackson Teller. In a way she wondered if Otto also knew that. The way he always mentioned Jax to her, she had always gathered he was reluctant. Possibly due to the infamous reputation the King of SAMCRO held when it came to himself and women.

Pulling into the driveway she shut the car off, looking in the rearview mirror seeing Ratboy was smarter then the Prospects. He parked right behind her making it hard to make a get away. A small laugh erupted as she got out of the car tossing her hands up at Rat.

“No trust? I am hurt.” He smiled at her choice in words, laying his helmet on the bike before walking towards her.

“Have you not met yourself? Everyone already knows you don’t listen. Someone says right you go left. And I like my balls, Jax don’t play darlin’.” He shot her a quick wink before they both headed into the house.

Scarlet made herself and Rat a quick lunch before telling him she was still not feeling well. He agreed to watch TV down stairs while she took a nap up in her room. Before Scarlet was able to finally drift off, she got a text from David saying he would be in town later that day.  

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“Scarlet, baby, wake up. You’re shaking.”  She was abruptly awoken gasping for air, her eyes fluttering open to find Jax sitting on the edge of her bed leaning over her. His blue hues had all signs of concern.

Scarlet sat up trying to wrap her head around the dream. Her chest was quick rising and falling with her deep unkept breaths. “It was just a dream.” The words muttered seemed more for her convincing than for Jax. Only it was more than a dream; it was a moment from her past she undoubtedly lived. The only difference being the outcome.

Scarlet smiled at Jax to calm the outlaw but she couldn’t shake the feeling of darkness creeping in around her. The feeling of guilt and remorse had rooted into her soul. Something bad was coming and Scarlet feared it could not be stopped.

“Yeah, you were dreamin’, darlin’.” Jax pushed the hair from her face, tucking the loose strands behind her ear. “David is down stairs sweetheart. We should get down there.” Scarlet nodded climbing out of bed while Jax watched her walk to the restroom seemingly out of breath. He sat on the edge of the bed wanting to know exactly what she was dreaming and why it seemed to shake her core.

Scarlet didn’t give him the chance; she rushed from the restroom down the stairs running right to David, her arms tightly clasped his neck while in the back of her mind the dream was stuck in loop.Scarlet wasn’t sure how many more secrets she could hold inside “David, You have no idea how happy I am to see you. We have so much to talk about.” She wanted to talk about anything and everything with David, mainly because she missed her friend but also partly because she wanted to get the images of her dream out of her head.

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How an NBA referee trains to keep up with the world’s best athletes

The NBA has some of the most talented athletes on the planet. Night in and night out, players like LeBron James, Russell Westbrook, Kevin Durant, and Giannis Antetokounmpo pull off spectacular plays only few in the world can even imagine.

Referee Marc Davis has to keep up with all of them.

The veteran ref has worked more than 1,250 regular-season and playoff games during his 20-year career, including the NBA Finals and the All-Star Game. In his time, he's watched the sport transform from a big-man-dominated battle to a fast-paced, uptempo explosion of athleticism. Davis has had to adjust along with it.

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“The pace has certainly increased a lot—as referees, we’re running four to five miles a night,” Davis tells Men’s Fitness. “It’s our job to be in the best athletic condition that we can be. Our players are just so athletic—their movements and their ability to explode with power and speed—and we have to adjust with that and how we officiate. I focus on mobility in my training; I do a lot of bodyweight squats, and I sprint in the off-season at least a couple times per week.”

As a referee—or what Davis calls the “third team” on the court—officials have much more to do than just stand around and blow a whistle. They have to keep up with the game action, call fouls in an instant, and mind what’s going on everywhere the court—not just with whatever player has the ball. Factor in loud fans in packed arenas, and incensed coaches and players trying to make their cases on calls, and you have an idea what it takes to keep up.

More than anything, though, Davis would like to clear up what he sees as a common misconception among fans who imagine that refs like him just show up with his uniform and whistle five minutes before tip-off. Far from it. As with the players, game days are full days for NBA refs.

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Davis’s workday routine can include a morning training session, reviewing previous games' foul calls with fellow officials, discussing rules interpretations, watching more film on upcoming teams, and an extensive pregame stretching routine. They then work the actual game, and even have to file post-game paperwork.

“The days can morph into each other,” Davis says. “We can be up until 3 a.m., finishing the game from the night before, then be on the first flight in the morning to the next city. It's a physically demanding job—traveling between time zones, different hotel rooms, and still having to perform that evening. Nobody really cares about how much sleep you got that night—you still need to call the game.”

The “grueling” schedule leaves little time for getting to the gym, but Davis does his best to squeeze in training sessions any chance he can. He keeps a list of workouts on his phone, broken down by length of time and type of workout (mobility, flexibility, lower-body strength, and agility).

“I attack my workout based on the amount of the time that I have, whether it’s 15, 30, or 45 minutes or longer,” Davis says. “Kettlebell work is great because you can use it for a lot of different areas, and it helps you stay mobile through your entire body. Being in shape, being physically ready, and physically able to perform at all times is a big part of being a successful official.”

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Davis spoke with Men’s Fitness about how he works out to keep up with players like LeBron James, secrets about being a referee, how he finds time to train, and the loudest fans in the league.

Men’s Fitness: How do you keep yourself in shape? What does it take to keep up with such talented athletes like LeBron James and Russell Westbrook?

Marc Davis: My lower body is an important part of what I do. I do a lot of bodyweight squats, and I’m working on getting my pistol squat down. I do a lot of bodyweight lunges too, in all the directions—forward, sagittal, side, back—because they kind of mimic the movements we do on the court. I do use an exercise bike and use the rowing machine, and I use the VersaClimber when I have access to one.

What’s it been like watching the game change over all your years in the league?

The speed of play has really increased a lot over the last four to five years. It’s really amazing what our athletes can do. They’re so elegant in their movements, and their ability and athleticism is really being captured a lot by the way in which we officiate them.

One of the struggles that our younger players coming in...they say they're getting the rookie calls. But our guys come from college or come from pro leagues, and now they're playing against grown men. It takes younger players a while to adjust to that. They think they have to be stronger or more aggressive, but the reality is that they have to be more skillful and more agile to really perform at a high level in the end. So that's one of the biggest things that I've noticed in the trend over the last 15 years. I think that that's related to the betterment of the sport and why it's so popular right now.

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To fans, it can seem like players and coaches often have a contentious relationship with referees. What’s it like interacting with them on a nightly basis?

Generally speaking, the relationships are way less contentious than the public would believe. They are not very contentious at all, actually. Are there times when they become contentious in the moment? Yes. But I've also seen the Collins twins take each other out on the court, too. So, in the competitive moment, are there sometimes where there some tension? Yes, but, generally speaking, I would be hard-pressed to come up with an individual player that I wouldn't be happy to see walking down the street.

All of it really is a relationship thing. No one’s running around saying ‘hey Mr. Ref,’ it’s always on a first-name basis. We’re all professionals. Steve Wilkes was a really good guy—one of my all-time favorite guys. Whether it’s Charles Barkley or Michael Jordan or LeBron James, it's all about individual relationships, and they're all relatively healthy.

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You’ve gotten into some fun back-and-forths with fans before. Which team has the loudest, most involved fans when you’re calling games?

The most knowledgeable fans, in terms of knowing when to boo and when to clap, although they never clap for a referee? [laughs] I'd say Madison Square Garden and Knicks fans. From a perspective of having the most knowledgeable fans, and being into the game, the Garden is the best. They're just really fans of basketball, and they're about to root hard for their Knicks and still be supportive of the athletes on the other team—of the great moves or the great skill, without crossing the line of being a Knicks fan. And the same holds true when they're getting after you: There's a strong sense that you've probably made a boo boo on the court [laughs].

NBA courtside seats make the games such an intimate event. It's probably the best ticket money can buy for a sporting event. I mean, you're right there on the floor. Some of our seats are adjacent to the coaches, sit right next to the coaches, right next to the TV announcers, or they're standing right next to a referee. It's a very intimate environment, and many of the people have been there forever. They don't give those seats up. It’s another relationship, but with the fans.

With the busy life of an NBA referee, how do you find time to train and go to the gym?

The life of an NBA referee is not quite as glamorous as it might appear on the outside [laughs]. I’ll say this: We know we are attached to an athletic event that has importance for these players, fans, and teams. And as such, we need to be in the best athletic condition that we can be. There’s a lot of down time and a lot of travel. We’re not 20-year-old young men—we're more mature gentlemen who have families and grandchildren on top of our NBA responsibilities.

From the perspective of our fitness, you don't have a lot of time to do it, so you have to be smart about finding times to get it in when you can. We’ve tried to carve out and consistently meet that time, even if it’s a short workout, just to make sure we’re always doing something. It can come quickly, and you have to adjust to your schedule.

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What are some of the workouts and exercises you use that are most effective in keeping you in shape and ready on the court?

I would say kettlebell work, I really enjoy that. I started to work on some Olympic moves lately, because I think you have to be mobile through your entire body. I am not trying to overhead squat 300lbs or anything like that, but I want to get everything in my spine and my ankles in a mobile position to where they can function.

My overall fitness goal kind of goes like this: I have an eighth grade son, so I'm just trying to make sure I can get him though the end of school and keep up with him.

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What do refs do on game days that people don’t realize?

Every game day can be a long push. It's an entire day for the preparation from in the morning when you get up, and then you’re working the game into the night and dealing with post-game responsibilities, so it can be 2 or 3 a.m. before you get to bed.

I need to exercise as soon as I get up. Some guys have nagging injuries that they need to tend to before the next game. There can be pregame morning meetings. Getting to the arena, doing security briefings, making sure our communications with the replay officials are sound and working in order. Being on the same page is so important as an officiating crew. Even in pregame, we need time to get ourselves together. We have a stretching routine, a mobility routine, ankle taping, wraps and braces that have to be applied for some guys.

What do you do in the off-season to keep up with your fitness? Have you dealt with injuries or physical issues through the years?

Right now, I'm trying to be able to do a pistol squat on each leg, because as I've gotten older, I start to recognize some mobility issues that I'd like to overcome. I try to find myself a different exercise for each quarter of the year that I can't do, and then try to work on that for three or four months until I can do it and do it well. I did muscle-ups last year, and now I can do that.

The overhead squat was difficult because of my mobility. I always try and keep my mobility and flexibility going, because very few people consistently run four to five miles a night running one direction, looking over their shoulder [laughs]. I’ve had some issues arise with my spine mobility, so that’s something I've been working on. My ankle mobility is something I've been working on after a calf injury about five or six years ago. Little things pop up like that, and then I just try to focus on those things and get them as right as possible.

What advice do you have for guys who want to stay consistently in shape like you do?

Consistency matters. Doing something five, six days a week is much better than doing a whole lot once or twice. Stay accurate every day. Just do something daily—whether it’s 30 minutes, a five- or 10-minute workout, just get moving. Your body wants to move, and the more it moves, the better it moves. In our country now, just in our society now, there's very little physical activity that's required to be successful man. You're not moving cattle—you're riding on an airplane and then going to your hotel. My crew makes fun of me, but we always walk for an hour after lunch. It's cold, but so what? We need some fresh air.

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from Men's Fitness https://www.mensfitness.com/sports/basketball/how-nba-referee-trains-keep-worlds-best-athletes

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How an NBA referee trains to keep up with the world’s best athletes

The NBA has some of the most talented athletes on the planet. Night in and night out, players like LeBron James, Russell Westbrook, Kevin Durant, and Giannis Antetokounmpo pull off spectacular plays only few in the world can even imagine.

Referee Marc Davis has to keep up with all of them.

The veteran ref has worked more than 1,250 regular-season and playoff games during his 20-year career, including the NBA Finals and the All-Star Game. In his time, he's watched the sport transform from a big-man-dominated battle to a fast-paced, uptempo explosion of athleticism. Davis has had to adjust along with it.

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“The pace has certainly increased a lot—as referees, we’re running four to five miles a night,” Davis tells Men’s Fitness. “It’s our job to be in the best athletic condition that we can be. Our players are just so athletic—their movements and their ability to explode with power and speed—and we have to adjust with that and how we officiate. I focus on mobility in my training; I do a lot of bodyweight squats, and I sprint in the off-season at least a couple times per week.”

As a referee—or what Davis calls the “third team” on the court—officials have much more to do than just stand around and blow a whistle. They have to keep up with the game action, call fouls in an instant, and mind what’s going on everywhere the court—not just with whatever player has the ball. Factor in loud fans in packed arenas, and incensed coaches and players trying to make their cases on calls, and you have an idea what it takes to keep up.

More than anything, though, Davis would like to clear up what he sees as a common misconception among fans who imagine that refs like him just show up with his uniform and whistle five minutes before tip-off. Far from it. As with the players, game days are full days for NBA refs.

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Davis’s workday routine can include a morning training session, reviewing previous games' foul calls with fellow officials, discussing rules interpretations, watching more film on upcoming teams, and an extensive pregame stretching routine. They then work the actual game, and even have to file post-game paperwork.

“The days can morph into each other,” Davis says. “We can be up until 3 a.m., finishing the game from the night before, then be on the first flight in the morning to the next city. It's a physically demanding job—traveling between time zones, different hotel rooms, and still having to perform that evening. Nobody really cares about how much sleep you got that night—you still need to call the game.”

The “grueling” schedule leaves little time for getting to the gym, but Davis does his best to squeeze in training sessions any chance he can. He keeps a list of workouts on his phone, broken down by length of time and type of workout (mobility, flexibility, lower-body strength, and agility).

“I attack my workout based on the amount of the time that I have, whether it’s 15, 30, or 45 minutes or longer,” Davis says. “Kettlebell work is great because you can use it for a lot of different areas, and it helps you stay mobile through your entire body. Being in shape, being physically ready, and physically able to perform at all times is a big part of being a successful official.”

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Davis spoke with Men’s Fitness about how he works out to keep up with players like LeBron James, secrets about being a referee, how he finds time to train, and the loudest fans in the league.

Men’s Fitness: How do you keep yourself in shape? What does it take to keep up with such talented athletes like LeBron James and Russell Westbrook?

Marc Davis: My lower body is an important part of what I do. I do a lot of bodyweight squats, and I’m working on getting my pistol squat down. I do a lot of bodyweight lunges too, in all the directions—forward, sagittal, side, back—because they kind of mimic the movements we do on the court. I do use an exercise bike and use the rowing machine, and I use the VersaClimber when I have access to one.

What’s it been like watching the game change over all your years in the league?

The speed of play has really increased a lot over the last four to five years. It’s really amazing what our athletes can do. They’re so elegant in their movements, and their ability and athleticism is really being captured a lot by the way in which we officiate them.

One of the struggles that our younger players coming in...they say they're getting the rookie calls. But our guys come from college or come from pro leagues, and now they're playing against grown men. It takes younger players a while to adjust to that. They think they have to be stronger or more aggressive, but the reality is that they have to be more skillful and more agile to really perform at a high level in the end. So that's one of the biggest things that I've noticed in the trend over the last 15 years. I think that that's related to the betterment of the sport and why it's so popular right now.

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To fans, it can seem like players and coaches often have a contentious relationship with referees. What’s it like interacting with them on a nightly basis?

Generally speaking, the relationships are way less contentious than the public would believe. They are not very contentious at all, actually. Are there times when they become contentious in the moment? Yes. But I've also seen the Collins twins take each other out on the court, too. So, in the competitive moment, are there sometimes where there some tension? Yes, but, generally speaking, I would be hard-pressed to come up with an individual player that I wouldn't be happy to see walking down the street.

All of it really is a relationship thing. No one’s running around saying ‘hey Mr. Ref,’ it’s always on a first-name basis. We’re all professionals. Steve Wilkes was a really good guy—one of my all-time favorite guys. Whether it’s Charles Barkley or Michael Jordan or LeBron James, it's all about individual relationships, and they're all relatively healthy.

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You’ve gotten into some fun back-and-forths with fans before. Which team has the loudest, most involved fans when you’re calling games?

The most knowledgeable fans, in terms of knowing when to boo and when to clap, although they never clap for a referee? [laughs] I'd say Madison Square Garden and Knicks fans. From a perspective of having the most knowledgeable fans, and being into the game, the Garden is the best. They're just really fans of basketball, and they're about to root hard for their Knicks and still be supportive of the athletes on the other team—of the great moves or the great skill, without crossing the line of being a Knicks fan. And the same holds true when they're getting after you: There's a strong sense that you've probably made a boo boo on the court [laughs].

NBA courtside seats make the games such an intimate event. It's probably the best ticket money can buy for a sporting event. I mean, you're right there on the floor. Some of our seats are adjacent to the coaches, sit right next to the coaches, right next to the TV announcers, or they're standing right next to a referee. It's a very intimate environment, and many of the people have been there forever. They don't give those seats up. It’s another relationship, but with the fans.

With the busy life of an NBA referee, how do you find time to train and go to the gym?

The life of an NBA referee is not quite as glamorous as it might appear on the outside [laughs]. I’ll say this: We know we are attached to an athletic event that has importance for these players, fans, and teams. And as such, we need to be in the best athletic condition that we can be. There’s a lot of down time and a lot of travel. We’re not 20-year-old young men—we're more mature gentlemen who have families and grandchildren on top of our NBA responsibilities.

From the perspective of our fitness, you don't have a lot of time to do it, so you have to be smart about finding times to get it in when you can. We’ve tried to carve out and consistently meet that time, even if it’s a short workout, just to make sure we’re always doing something. It can come quickly, and you have to adjust to your schedule.

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What are some of the workouts and exercises you use that are most effective in keeping you in shape and ready on the court?

I would say kettlebell work, I really enjoy that. I started to work on some Olympic moves lately, because I think you have to be mobile through your entire body. I am not trying to overhead squat 300lbs or anything like that, but I want to get everything in my spine and my ankles in a mobile position to where they can function.

My overall fitness goal kind of goes like this: I have an eighth grade son, so I'm just trying to make sure I can get him though the end of school and keep up with him.

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What do refs do on game days that people don’t realize?

Every game day can be a long push. It's an entire day for the preparation from in the morning when you get up, and then you’re working the game into the night and dealing with post-game responsibilities, so it can be 2 or 3 a.m. before you get to bed.

I need to exercise as soon as I get up. Some guys have nagging injuries that they need to tend to before the next game. There can be pregame morning meetings. Getting to the arena, doing security briefings, making sure our communications with the replay officials are sound and working in order. Being on the same page is so important as an officiating crew. Even in pregame, we need time to get ourselves together. We have a stretching routine, a mobility routine, ankle taping, wraps and braces that have to be applied for some guys.

What do you do in the off-season to keep up with your fitness? Have you dealt with injuries or physical issues through the years?

Right now, I'm trying to be able to do a pistol squat on each leg, because as I've gotten older, I start to recognize some mobility issues that I'd like to overcome. I try to find myself a different exercise for each quarter of the year that I can't do, and then try to work on that for three or four months until I can do it and do it well. I did muscle-ups last year, and now I can do that.

The overhead squat was difficult because of my mobility. I always try and keep my mobility and flexibility going, because very few people consistently run four to five miles a night running one direction, looking over their shoulder [laughs]. I’ve had some issues arise with my spine mobility, so that’s something I've been working on. My ankle mobility is something I've been working on after a calf injury about five or six years ago. Little things pop up like that, and then I just try to focus on those things and get them as right as possible.

What advice do you have for guys who want to stay consistently in shape like you do?

Consistency matters. Doing something five, six days a week is much better than doing a whole lot once or twice. Stay accurate every day. Just do something daily—whether it’s 30 minutes, a five- or 10-minute workout, just get moving. Your body wants to move, and the more it moves, the better it moves. In our country now, just in our society now, there's very little physical activity that's required to be successful man. You're not moving cattle—you're riding on an airplane and then going to your hotel. My crew makes fun of me, but we always walk for an hour after lunch. It's cold, but so what? We need some fresh air.

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