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I have other things to write but I’ve been in a car mood and need serotonin so *drops this at your feet like a cat with a mouse and runs*
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“You sure about this?” Morris was regarding the steering wheel in front of Oscar like it might bite him, toying with a seatbelt he was yet to fasten.
Oscar glanced sideways and nodded easily. His eyes glinted with an uncharacteristic mischief as it shrugged. “Sure I am. When ain’t I?”
Otto, sat up in the boot with his head propped on the back seats, rolled his eyes. “That’s the problem,”
“This was your idea, so shut the fuck up,”
“I’m just saying!” Otto raised his hands in protest, shook his head and leaned further over the seats to point at the ignition. “Start the damn car,”
The damn car in question was - to put it bluntly - a piece of crap. When Oscar turned the key it only barely spluttered to life, amid a lot of coughing and rattling from places that probably shouldn’t have been coughing or rattling. It sat rumbling unhappily underneath them as Oscar glanced at Otto again.
“You’re the one Weis taught to do this,” he said. “What’s next, genius?
“Why am I back here if I’m meant to be teaching you?”
“Cause someone-,” Oscar shoved the side of Morris’ head. “-wanted a seatbelt,”
“Someone doesn’t wanna fucking die when you hit a pole,” Morris grumbled, swatting at his brothers hand. He wiggled the gear stick uncertainly. “It ain’t moving,”
Otto nodded. “Yeah, it won’t. Oz, do the clutch,”
“The what-?”
“We’re gonna flip this thing,” Otto muttered, before he raised his voice casually. “Inner pedal, then you can do the gear. Then handbrake and accelerate,”
He made it sound relatively simple, but when Oscar did as instructed the car had other plans. The moment the handbrake was let it of jerked forward and made Morris yelp. Oscar just laughed a jackal bark laugh and did it’s best to keep the wheel straight as the Clio trundled forward. The car park tarmac was uneven and pitted, jolting the trio every few yards.
Otto, for his part, whooped. “There you go!” he crowed. “Told you, piece of piss,”
“What now?”
“I don’t know- don’t stall?”
Morris paused in fumbling to click his seatbelt into place. “Wow Otter, you should take up teaching,”
“Don’t be a back seat driver. Listen to the expert,”
“You don’t have a license,” Morris pointed out.
“Neither does the dickhead behind the wheel,” Otto said, before disappearing from view with a thump as Oscar sped up over a particularly deep pothole.
Morris snorted. Next to him, Oscar managed to keep his expression impressively neutral. “Oops,”
“I’m gonna fall out, asshole,”
“So close it,” Oscar shrugged. “How do I go faster?”
“Go to second and fucking floor it,”
“Or just-,” Morris shook his head as he grabbed the overhead handle. “Oh for fuck sake take it easy-,”
“Wuss,” Oscar replied. He kept taking deliberately sharp turns, trying to jostle Otto as much as possible while piling too much speed. The engine whined and strained, tires scraping against the ground and kicking up pebbles.
“When we’re in hospital, I don’t know either of you,” Morris muttered, jaw locked as he gripped the handle. It didn’t do a whole lot to steady him, just battered him against the door but with the speed they were going by now it was worth a shot.
Oscar snapped his teeth teasingly in response, while Otto laughed and yelled every time he was thrown around a little bit more. The adrenaline was crackling as Oscar rolled the window down to let his hand trail out. He was laughing louder than he’d had in a while. Otto’s chest hurt both from the impact against the boot and the way his amusement shook his ribs. Morris’ grip was white knuckled but the way his brother was whooping made up for the jolting fear. It was almost enough to make up for the hell they’d pay when the stolen car was discovered, when the scrapes across its side became apparent, when everything else came crashing back down. Just enough for them to forget about it. For a little while, it could all be left behind with the wind whipping by and the electric tang of petrol.
#this feels bad#but kind of cute so whatever#it’s hard to portray consistent movements#I tried#newsies#newsies the musical#newsies fic#newsies fanfic#the delancey brothers#oscar delancey#morris delancey#otto wiesel#my writing
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Sorry dear author Ive been getting swing shifts and graveshifts recently bc of the holiday but I have read both recent chapters and I have two things to say...
If Ser Steffon or Aemma get hurt or worse I'm gonna riot and fight all of the greens especially Otto in the goddamn DENNYS MOTHERFUCKING PARKING LOT
YOU KNOW WHAT LET ME AT AEGON I CAN MAKE THIS MAN WANT TO EAT OUT OF THE PALM OF MY HAND IF YOU LEAVE ME IN A ROOM WITH HIM FOR 10 MINUTES HE'LL DROP ALL OF HIS FALSE AMBITIONS IMMEDIATELY
Oooo i can't wait for Reader & Harwin to find out they're keeping one of their dragonlings hostage... bones will break and fire will burn 😈😈😈😈😈😈
WHEN READER HEARS ABOUT SER STEFFON SHES GONNA WANNA FIGHT EVERYONE ON SIGHT TOO
Also I'm sorry Aemond that you foolishly thought you're gonna be the one to convince Aemma to bend the knee bc both you and her have feelings for each other... you're literally doing this for the sake of your family and you don't think that Aemma wants to protect and side with her own family??? Do you think she'd really go through with marrying you willingly if it means she has to bend the knee to that drunk usurper cunt Aegon
And another thing that doesn't have to do with your story but what happened in the show... what made Alicent think that when Viserys was spitting some important shit that he meant that he wanted her to put her shitty ass son who wants nothing to do with the crown on the throne all bc his name is Aegon??? THERES A BILLION AEGONS IN THIS DAMN FAMILY AHHHH THIS MAKES ME SO ANGRY
Anyway Im gonna stop right here before I continue raging... great chapters, I can't wait to see the Targaryen women kick some serious ass 👊🏻👊🏻👊🏻
P.S. Aemond its not too late to change your mind... grab Helaena, the twins, Aemma and Ser Steffon and the dragons and fly to Dragonstone to join the Blacks please I BEG YOU
Hahaaaa!! its alright love! 💖
They have heavy plot armor don't worry! nothing will happen to my babies
RIGHT?? THAT DRUNKEN IDIOT JUST WANTS TO BE KING TO DO WHATEVER HE WANTS, and I put in a pinch of "need for validation" to give it an extra spice!
"Bones will break and fire will burn!", I love that, that if officially their house motto "the ones that goes with the sigil of the new header" 😈😈
Only Steffon is the only reason she needs to burn everything to the ground
Aemond is in this story uncharacteristically hopeful, he truly WANTS to believe Reader will go to the Red Keep and bend the knee and everything is going to return to normal.
Right??? Alicent you had to see reason!, he was high like a kite on milk of the poppy! I also believe that she needed a reason to make that decision of taking the throne and that gave it to her...
Thank you love! 💖
If Aemond joins the black there wouldn't be any war 😂😂 He will take a side! now I have a cute image of Aemond, and Aemma, the twins, Maelor, Helaena, and Steffon, (in that order), all atop of Vhagar like a family in vacations on top of a banana boat 😂
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ace nancy 👀?? from your wips?
I'm gonna preffice this by warning that Billy knows about Asexuality but isn't all that good at explaining it or the nuanced spectrum of being Ace. Also it's the 80's, so please read the following with that in mind. (Clarification comes later in the fic)
So this fic is about Billy being pressganged by Mr Clark into joining the debate team for the State Championships for extra credit. Nancy would rather have a Demodog chomp her left leg off than team up with Billy Hargrove, but things have a way of working out.
A few excerpts:
"Be honest Wheeler, did Harrington make you come even once?"
Nancy blushes.
"Oh, holy shit, he really didn't, did he?"
"I didn't say that--" Nancy insists, loudly.
Billy laughs, "Oh, you didn't have to, Princess. Your face says it all."
"Shut up, Hargrove, just…" Nancy huffs in frustration and goes back to picking at the label a little more aggressively, "Just don't."
"Hey, I'm not judging you, that's all on Harrington. What a dick."
"He's not really. Not anymore. It's just," Her nail finally catches and she rips another strip of wet, sticky label off the bottle and flings it into the grass, "He was my first, you know? I didn't know what to do or how to - to move, and then it was over and I just remember thinking, is that all it is? And then I thought, maybe I'm just not good at it yet, maybe I just need to try again."
She sniffs, reaches up to wipe her face and Billy realises with a sickening lurch in his stomach that Wheeler is crying. He stares at her, frozen solid with uncertainty about what to do.
"And then I thought maybe there's something wrong with him, you know?" Her voice turns bitter. "Like, why couldn't he make it good for me? It's not like I hadn't heard about the other girls talking about Steve before we got together. None of them had any complaints."
"But then I got together with Jonathan and I thought this feeling, this is what I was missing. But-- it didn't fix anything! It didn't fix me."
Billy flounders a little, but ultimately goes with the first thing that pops into his head. "There isn't anything wrong with you, Wheeler."
Nancy cackles a little, sways on the spot, the drink clearly loosening her tongue as well as her body. "Yeah? You gonna show me what I've been missing out on, huh? You wanna take me for a ride in your Camaro, Billy?"
Billy gags a little at the thought, luckily Nancy is too preoccupied by taking another swig from her bottle to notice.
"Oh yeah, that'd end really fucking well."
*****
"You literally did an hour long presentation on Nicola Tesla last semester and spent a quarter of it talking about why he never got married. Don't tell anyone I said this, but you're not exactly stupid. Don't fail me now, Wheeler."
Nancy blinks, looks likes she's thinking real fucking hard. Maybe Billy spoke too soon.
"You ever heard of the term asexual?"
"I think so?" She says, slowly, sounding out the words with deliberate care and turning it into a question. A valley grows between her brows in concentration. "The farmers at the spring festival talked about-- about culling a rooster because it wouldn't, like, mount the hens naturally. I'm sure that's the term he used.
"Jesus Christ." Billy sucks deeply on his cigarette. "It means you don't wanna fuck." Billy frowns, waves his hand dismissively. "Like, you can like it just fine, but you don't think about it like most people do. Something like that."
Nancy straightens of her slouch to lean back and stare at him, jerking a little when she overbalances and steadies herself by grabbing the crook of Billy's elbow. "That doesn't sound normal."
He shrugs a little, takes one last pull from the cigarette before flicking the butt at the ground. "What the fuck is normal, huh?" He grinds the butt into the gravel and turns to look at her, "Let's get you back on your pea, princess. I think you've had enough for one night."
He holds out a hand.
Nancy takes it.
*****
Billy jerks out of doze when someone drops into the seat next to him. He already knows who it's gonna be before he turns to look.
"Morning Wheeler, you get lost on the way to your seat?"
Billy looks around pointedly, his little nook in the back of the bus cut off from the rest of the group by a good five or six rows of empty seats. Far enough to get the point across that Billy isn't there by choice or planning to socialise with any of these nerds.
"No." She says simply.
"You sure? Seems like an awful lot of empty seats for you to be getting all friendly. How's the head?"
Nancy ignores him. Stares at the back of the seat in front of her like it gave her a less than a perfect grade. She purses her lips in that awful way that reminds Billy of a cat's asshole, but she doesn't run off in a huff like he expects.
"You're right." She says, still not looking at him. He watches a muscle tick in her jaw as she grinds her teeth.
He grins.
"You about to have a heart to heart with me, Wheeler? Gotta know whether or not to turn the volume up on these things." He gestures to the headphones pushed partially off his left ear.
She turns her head and regards him cooly for a beat, before a hand shoots out and bats the thing off his head with a quick swipe.
"Watch it!" Billy scrambles to catch them by the cord before they fall to the floor.
Nancy smiles sweetly, "Don't be a dick, Hargrove."
He rolls his eyes.
"Bitch."
"Slut."
"Whore."
She shoots him a pitying look. "Oh Billy, we both know Christie Otto paid you twenty bucks to let her suck your toes."
Billy guffaws, taken completely by surprise and loving it.
Nancy stares, disbelieving.
"You actually did it?"
Billy grins.
Her face does a complicated thing before settling on a confused expression. "But why?"
"Twenty bucks is a hell of a lot of dough for us mere peasants, Princess."
Billy screws his face up, tries not to squirm uncomfortably in his seat at the memory, "Maybe I should have warned her that I'm ticklish. Almost kicked her face in, like, three times."
Nancy coughs. Covers her mouth as she laughs into her hands, like she doesn't want him to see that he made her laugh.
"Not that this isn't nice and all--"
"Oh, I'm sorry, you got somewhere to be, Hargrove?" She snaps, deadpan, but Billy can tell she's nervous from the way she wrings her hands and hides them up her sleeves.
"I just wanted to say thank you--"
"Don't mention it, Wheeler." He says, hastily. Actually he'd prefer it if they never spoke about it ever again.
She glares at the interruption, but presses on. "-- thank you and I wanted to know if I could talk to you. More. About it."
And now it's Billy's turn to stare. Nancy meets his eyes with a determined gaze. Whatever shit Tommy and the rest of the school likes to say about Nancy Wheeler, she's got stones, he'll give her that.
"Alright."
*****
The topic is announced.
Gay marriage.
Berkeley for. Hawkins against.
They win by a landslide.
Of course they do.
The team from Berkeley registers a formal complaint with the panel the second the win is announced. Mr Scott and his Berkeley counterpart are waved up to approach the judges table. Billy wants desperately to leave, but he's forced to sit and watch the Berkeley debate coach protest the unfair conditions his team had been placed under.
"No one in their right mind would chose to side with us on such a topic. No matter how well my kids argue their case."
"I'm afraid I disagree." Mr. Clarke argues. "We debate politically and morally charged topics all the time, Mr. Davenport. The judges judge how well you present your side, not their own personal beliefs.
Billy snorts. Feels unclean after having to stand on that stage and tell the world how unfit people like him are to love. To form families. To be allowed to simply be.
Even if it's all hypothetical, Billy knows those words came damn easily out of his team mates mouths, just as the words of support clearly left a sour after-taste in their opponents.
Nancy turns to look at him.
Fuck it.
Billy gets up and stalks out of the hall. Fuck it all to shit.
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All right, since I’m in the middle of a flare and have to work manual labor for the next four days despite it, I figured I would make myself -- and hopefully other people -- laugh by talking about one of my favorite OG Captain Marvel stories. Namely, from Whiz #50, with a cover date of January, 1944, meaning it was probably produced sometime in late 1943.
I want to share it because why not, this is some absurdly charming stuff.
I’ll get more into why it’s one of my favorites as we go, in the form of running commentary. So, full story (with said commentary) under the cut. If you wanna just read the story without my commentary, stick to the pictures. XD
First, let me say that the cover and splash page definitely live up to the story, though the cover’s a bit more sensationalized. But the premise is pretty damn simple: Our intrepid hero and his newsboy alter ego are on vacation. Cap decides to go swimming. It goes hilariously wrong and thus ensues a bit of a madcap adventure, no puns intended.
Second, the fact that Cap and Billy are depicted as essentially different entities makes what Billy does next the ultimate trolling:
Gee, airing out the stolen laundry on the radio? Really? I’ll leave it up to you, gentle reader, whether Billy actually was trolling his own alter-ego for ratings or whether he was just innocently sharing the story while his other-self winced quietly in whatever ether-space he exists in when not front-and-center.
Either way, I love it.
Continuing on...
I get a kick out of the fact that Billy’s monologue is that he’s no dare-devil. One, because that’s so obviously not true in any way -- (that kid is awesomely, sometimes recklessly brave on the regular even without Cap) -- but two, because the bridge is actually named Dare-Devil Bridge. We aren’t given any reason why this dangerous potential death-trap is there, hanging without so much as a gate or a warning sign or anything, because we don’t need one. It’s there specifically for what happens next.
Which, of course, is Billy calling in Captain Marvel, who does some light complaining about the situation Billy left him in. There’s no bite to it, which I find adorable -- Cap actually does get frustrated once or twice in other issues with Billy calling on him for mundane stuff, though he’s never mean about it -- but there is a bit of the sense of being put-upon there that’s just-- I dunno, cute. It’s something I miss a lot in the various post-crisis takes on the character: That duality, that difference in personality, and the way each of them responds to different situations. Often, they’re on the same page, but notably, sometimes, they aren’t.
Someday, I promise, I need to sit down and write how I think that works between those two without being a truly frightening mental illness manifested, what with them being the same person but not the same person. Because I have so many ideas, and I’ve only had since the early-2000s to percolate them. LOL! But until then, just enjoy this.
Here is another reason why I love the Golden Age Captain Marvel books and why I love this specific story: This is an absolutely normal, mundane thing to do. It’s the human thing to do. These aren’t the actions of some super-serious superdude. These are the actions of a pretty shockingly normal guy doing something mundane. And a whole story is built around that normalcy.
It’s cute. It’s funny. It’s the reader already knowing that he’s getting himself into a situation that he absolutely could have avoided, but also completely understanding how it happened anyway. It’s pretty brilliant writing: I say this as a pretty damned good writer myself.
So much of the reason why, I think, Cap was so endearing as a hero is that humanity. He’s got pretty much god-tier power in the Golden Age, once his powerset is established. He’s utterly invulnerable to all physical harm while powered up. But-- he’s human. He knows he’s human. He acts like it, and decides, “You know what? I’m going skinny-dipping.”
He and Billy are both characters it’s so easy to empathize with.
Also, a reminder that the art under Chief Artist C.C. Beck is really, really good. (He had a whole stable of artists to help produce this stuff!) Ignoring registration issues on the printing press, the actual line art is amazingly good; proportion and perspective and consistency.
But anyway--Cap does get to enjoy his swim. But, then, oh no.
I love the idea of a world where the prime hero -- and he definitely is in that world -- can take off his suit and go swimming, and where someone else is bold enough to steal the damn suit off of him. The first time I read this, I started laughing here. Not at him, but at the situation he’s found himself in. At the idea that some random passer-by saw Captain Marvel’s costume and went yoink!
Another thing I love about this particular story is how much Cap and Billy have to work together, just by necessity. Like-- it’s just really good. But anyway, thank everything Billy Batson is on the ball, coming to the rescue.
Sheer bad luck via the weather keeps this story rolling along in hilarious misdirections. Realistically, that uniform probably wouldn’t be all buttoned together (we see Cap take off pieces of it aside the pants in other issues, including socks!), but who cares? The point of the story is that giant bear rug on the floor’s gonna get put to use.
Man, when have you ever seen Superman creeping naked through some stranger’s house wearing nothing but a random polar bear because he went skinny dipping? No wonder these comics sold so well. This next panel is when I start wheezing, though, and pretty much keep wheezing.
“A lady, too! I’ve got to get away from here!”
I’m dying at this point. That’s such a characteristic response, and yet, I think that’s why it’s funny.
Anyway, because this is an excellent story (I mean this without an ounce of irony, too), our dynamic duo stumbles across a plot in play to rob the hotel they’re staying at.
Here’s a big part of why this is such a good tale: Everything fits. Even when it isn’t explained, like Dare-Devil Bridge, it still fits. Why is the tree down? Because there was just a thunder storm, the same one that blew Cap’s suit into the room with the gangsters.
I don’t know if this is Otto Binder’s story, but I wouldn’t be surprised in the least. It’s a complete story told in relatively few pages that accomplishes everything it’s meant to.
Anyway, using foliage as cover, Cap gets to be heroic----then Billy gets to get back to the business of trying to stop the robbery of the hotel and get his heroic alter-ego dressed again. Which leads to a rather adorable and funny scene of Billy not only trying to describe what Captain Marvel wears, but what size it would need to be tailored in.
(Cap is supposedly a 44 for a suit coat, we find in some earlier appearance, which would refer to his chest size. So, an XL for shirts and suit-coats. He’s a big guy, but he’s actually not a hulking huge guy. But more on that later.)
I love the fact Billy tries to like-- use himself as a model. Maybe in another ten years, kiddo. Billy’s actually pretty buff for like a 12-14 year old, he’s not a scrawny kid at this point, but yeah, no. LOL!
Another thing I also really, really love about this style, though, is that they draw Captain Marvel as being strong, as having a powerful build-- but not as a dehydrated body-builder with deep cuts. He’s got human proportions, regardless of his strength; he’s got a human build, not a superhuman one.
C.C. Beck had a lot of things to say about superheroes who were just muscles on top of muscles, all clearly defined, and he didn’t like it. As someone who first got into comics in the early 90s with Jim Lee’s X-Men--
I do get Beck’s point. I not only get it, but I really highly approve of it. He maintained to the end that he drew (and oversaw) the Marvel family to look like high school and college athletes, and I can see that. I think the one person who’s gotten it right in the modern era is Evan “Doc” Shaner, who did Convergence: Shazam! He not only nailed that strong-but-not-hulking build for Cap, but also how young he looked. College-age, in fact.
But anyway, enough digression into art and why I like this better than most modern takes on the character. Also, that’s just a cute set of panels.
I also like that there wasn’t an easy fix there. Cap’s still in his not-birthday suit, and Billy’s still stuck running around trying to solve the issues at hand. Next comes some other really good panels:
-snorts- He’s locked in. Yeah, that’ll hold him.
Anyway, what I really liked here was again that tandem working; Billy can’t punch through a wall, but Cap can. Cap can’t crawl out while he’s au natural -- well, he could, but he’d probably rather die first -- but Billy’s got no such issue. It’s just fun when you get to see them doing something like that. You have to really think for a minute about the trust each of them must have in their alter-ego.
ANYWAY, we get the rare treat then--
--of Captain Marvel not only yoinking a dude into a dark room, but then stealing his clothes. Except, not his underwear. Because that’s nasty. LOL!
I love that in this series, you do actually get to see him wear other stuff. Go incognito. Get his red suit messed up enough to take it to a dry cleaner’s, wherein he ends up dressed like a musketeer after. Jerry Ordway’s series is, I think, the only other time we see Cap not wearing his famous suit, but it happened enough in the Golden Age that it wasn’t a shock.
Like, I hate to be the one to say this, but I do think DC drops the ball often on just how much you can do with Captain Marvel (or Shazam, depending on timeline, but that’s the wizard’s name to me so mostly I’ll stick with the original name) if you unbend enough to. It’s not just the costume change, or the duality of him and Billy being the same but not, but also his inherent, essential humanity.
But I am digressing again, sorry. XD I just feel strongly enough about these versions of these characters to spend hours writing this.
Anyway, only a single panel later:
And that’s that! Billy Batson has just outed his own alter-ego’s most embarrassing moment to whomever’s listening to WHIZ radio -- thank everything podcasts and the internet weren’t available then, ha! -- and we get to see a recounting of a very fun story.
Like I said earlier, I love this one for its essential humanity. The hero got himself into this mess, he and Billy got him out of this mess, and stopping the criminals was actually just kind of a lucky stroke thrown in there. But even though Cap got himself into this, the story never treats him like he’s stupid. It never treats him like he’s some kind of idiot. You’re laughing, but-- not in a mean way.
I love how human it is. How complete it is. How genuinely funny it is. It’s a thousand times more funny when you genuinely love and respect Captain Marvel and Billy Batson, too.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this dissertation on a skinny-dipping hero. LOL! I enjoyed sharing it with you.
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More incorrect quotes with my six favorite characters...
Right Hand Man: Otto is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Roy: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.
Ronaldo: Tackle him!
Blue Diamond: Dump them.
Kirby: Kick him in the shin!
Otto Octavius: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!
Otto Octavius: Bye Right! Bye Blue! Bye Ronaldo! Bye Roy! Bye Right!
Kirby: You said ‘bye Right’ twice.
Otto Octavius: I just like Right.
Ronaldo: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Ronaldo: Violently practices.
Otto Octavius: Violently studies.
Kirby: Violently sleeps.
Blue Diamond: Violently shoots pictures.
Right Hand Man: Violently boxes.
Roy: Violently murders people.
Kirby: Violently worries about the previous statement.
Ronaldo: Croissants: dropped
Roy: Road: works ahead
Blue Diamond: BBQ sauce: on my titties
Kirby: Shavacado: fre
Right Hand Man: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
Otto Octavius:
Otto Octavius: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
Ronaldo, to the Squad: I’d die for you.
Otto Octavius: Then perish.
Blue Diamond: You will.
Kirby: Please don’t.
Roy: Cool.
Right Hand Man: I’d die for you first.
*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Otto Octavius: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
Everyone:
Kirby: ...I did. I broke it.
Otto Octavius: No. No you didn't. Right?
Right: Don't look at me. Look at Roy.
Roy: What?! I didn't break it.
Right Hand Man: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Roy: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Right Hand Man: Suspicious.
Roy: No, it's not!
Blue Diamond: If it matters, probably not, but Ronaldo was the last one to use it.
Ronaldo: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Blue Diamond: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Ronaldo: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Blue!
Kirby: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Otto.
Otto Octavius: No! Who broke it!?
Everyone:
Blue Diamond: Otto... Right's been awfully quiet.
Right Hand Man: rEALLY?!
*Everyone starts arguing*
Otto, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Otto: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Otto Octavius:
Otto Octavius: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
Otto Octavius: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Right Hand Man: >:O language
Kirby: Yeah watch your fucking language
Ronaldo: Okay, who taught Kirby the fuck word?!
Blue Diamond: 'The fuck word'.
Roy: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Ronaldo: Oh my god they censored it
Blue Diamond: Say fuck, Roy.
Ronaldo: Do it, Roy. Say fuck.
Otto Octavius: So how’s the food Right made?
Kirby: It's great! Compliments to them.
Otto Octavius: *goes to the kitchen*
Otto Octavius: You're adorable.
Right Hand Man: *blushes*
Right Hand Man: Did Otto just tell me he loved me for the first time?
Roy: Yeah, he did.
Right Hand Man: And did I just do finger guns back?
Roy: Yeah, you did.
Kirby: Just be yourself.
Otto Octavius: Really? Kirby, I have one day to win over Right’s dad.
Otto Octavius: How long did it take for you guys to like me?
Roy: Couple of weeks.
Ronaldo: Six months.
Blue Diamond: Jury’s still out.
Otto Octavius: See Kirby? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!
Kirby: How would you like your coffee?
Roy: As dark as my soul.
Kirby: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!
#steven universe#ronaldo fryman#spider man#otto octavius#henry stickmin#right hand man#spooky month roy#nintendo#kirby#blue diamond#crackship#octoright
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Bring Back What I Have Lost
Written by Eevee
Chapter 2
Things to look out for: panic, yelling, mind control, kidnapping, slight violence, (please tell me if I missed one)
Random side note: Chapter two! Enjoy!
Chapter 1 • Chapter 2 (you’re here) • Chapter 3
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Wakko burst into Dr. Scratchansniff’s office, trying not to let their panic take over as they ran around.
“Dr. Scratchansniff!” they cried, running into his office. “I need your help!”
Otto ran over. “What? What happened this time?!” he asked, annoyed.
Wakko was shaking as they tried to explain what they just went through. “S-something happened to Yakko and h-he took Dot and l-locked me out of the water tower and won’t let me in!”
“Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down!” he said, his negative emotions disappearing in place of concern. “What happened to Yakko?”
Wakko flung their arms around. “We don’t know! And he kidnapped Dot!”
Otto grabbed Wakko’s wrist and they both ran off in the direction of the water tower. “We must hurry then! Something horrible could be happening!”
Wakko swallowed, trying not to think the worst as the doctor pounded on the door. Wakko fiddled with their hoodie sleeves and looked up immediately when the door slowly opened.
“Yakko!” Wakko cried, running in and seeing a large shadow in the distance. “Where’s Dot?”
It took them a minute to realize how dark the room was and the shadow they were seeing might not be Yakko. Walking closer, they definitely weren’t Yakko and they weren’t Dot either.
“Who’re you?” they asked, squinting at them. The door shut loudly on them before Dr. Scratchansniff could make it in.
The figure laughed and it sounded a little like Yakko’s cackling. Wakko gasped as Yakko slipped out of the shadows next to the figure holding a struggling Dot. His face was emotionless except for a nasty smile that was scary enough to make Wakko almost lose his breakfast.
“Yakko?” they called.
“Hello, Wakko,” he said, still smiling. “Here for the princess?”
Wakko shook their head. “No, I’m here for both of you! What’s gotten into you?!” they demanded, stepping closer. They ignored the chill that went down their spine as Yakko spoke and that he called her ‘princess’.
Yakko wagged a finger. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sibling dearest!” he told them in a sickly sweet voice. “You might regret it.”
“W-what’s that supposed to mean..?” they asked, shaking but not moving closer.
Yakko and the figure laughed and if Wakko looked hard enough, it seemed the shadow was controlling Yakko’s movements. Almost like a puppeteer.
“Well, the princess might get hurt,” he hissed, tugging on the ropes holding Dot. She whined, from pain or fear Wakko couldn’t tell.
Wakko started to panic. “Yakko, this isn’t you! What happened?!”
Yakko’s eye twitched and he threw Dot to the shadow behind him as he stomped forward. When he reached Wakko his neck snapped to the side. That sickening smile never leaving his face.
“What happened? You wanna know what happened?!” he growled, lifting Wakko up by their hoodie. “I woke up! I realized that I didn’t have to be ignored anymore! I could make people listen!” Wakko kicked their legs as Yakko pulled them face to face. “And I—“
Wakko was suddenly dropped as Yakko let them go in favor of pulling at his hair. “Yakko..?”
Yakko looked up at them, his eyes were black around the edges and he looked scared. He was shaking horribly and Wakko could see tears in his eyes too.
“Wakko, h-help me!” he begged. He looked back down and Wakko watched his eyes go back to being orange. He stood up and walked over to the shadow, picking Dot up and dragging her into the shadows as she struggled to get away. His plastic smile was gone, replaced by a cold and emotionless stare.
“Well that was a little too close, don’t ya think? That could’ve been a disaster!” the shadow said.
It stepped forward into the light and Wakko took in the large figure before them. They were way taller than them and nothing they’ve ever seen before.
They had sharp yellow teeth and pink fur with wide eyes, both a bright, lampish-orange. They had a smile that stretched from ear to ear but in a very unnatural sort of way. They had slit eyes like a cat or a dragon but the ears made them look more cat.
“Hello, Wakko! My name is Ferdin!” they said with a bow. “Any pronouns work, but I prefer she/her!”
Wakko flinched at their voice. They couldn’t quite place what it sounded like but they didn’t like it. Like honey on sandpaper. “O-okay… Ferdin, what are you doing to my brother and sister?” they asked, fidgeting with their hoodie again. They had a bad feeling about her.
Ferdin laughed. “They're just helping me take over the world!” he said, smiling and standing at a towering seven feet.
Wakko crossed their arms. “That’s not your role! That’s Pinky and The Brain’s!” they scolded, forgetting the situation for a second.
“They’re old news!” she said, waving a hand around and walking closer. “So I’m wiping them out! And I’m closer to world domination then they’ve ever been!”
Wakko stepped back, but they were very angry. “How?! Because you kidnapped two of the three Warner siblings?!”
Ferdin shook her head. “Nope!” It suddenly got very serious and the mischievous sparkle was gone. “It’s because I kidnapped all the Warner siblings.”
#animaniacs#yakko warner#wakko warner#dot warner#yakko wakko and dot#dr. scratchansniff#otto scratchansniff#animaniacs fic#eevee writes#tw yelling#tw panic#tw kidnapping#tw violence#tw mind control
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Captain Moose and The Vicious Vampire || Otto and Remmy
TIMING: Late September PARTIES: @gravityfissure and @whatsin-yourhead SUMMARY: Remmy tries on their new fair prize for size. Otto needs to stop taking walks at night.
Ever since Bea’s birthday party, Remmy had been feeling an uplift in their mood. There was still a lot to be worried or even upset about, but if there was one thing they had learned, it was that attitude was more important than the situation. If they could just keep their head up, then things wouldn’t seem so bad. Couldn’t be so bad. They would find a way to fix things, and they’d find a way to fit into their new life. Even if they still felt that little tremor of panic when they went outside. Going for walks daily had helped, but Remmy still had an aversion to going outside at night. Today, they’d donned their new craft fair socks and spent most of the day walking around the common. And the more they walked, the more confident they felt. In fact, they began wondering why they didn’t go out more. There were so many people who needed help. A kid whose ice cream had fallen needed a new cone. A woman who had lost her phone needed help finding it. (They found it one of the trash cans wrapped in her sandwich paper). A man was following a girl home and Remmy stepped in to stop him, giving a pleasant, innocent smile and badgering him till the girl was safe inside.
But there was more to be done. They couldn’t let anyone see their face, though, right? They needed to be careful about this. They needed some sort of disguise. Perhaps a mask. Maybe even a cape, to cover themself with should the need arise. Morgan was out for the night, as was Deirdre, and Remmy took it upon themself to dig through the linen closet, grabbing the first things they could find that looked good enough. Snipped it to fit right, cut out holes or the eyes, and then donned their favorite shirt-- “Home is wherever my dog is”-- a pair of black pants and their only pair of boots. Gloves for extra measure, in case punching needed to happen. It was with this set up-- a cape with little cat’s with witch’s hats on, and a bandana for a mask that was a pink, sparkly galaxy, full of glitter-- that they found themself trouncing through the alleys of White Crest. And when they saw a shadowy figure following someone down an alley, they knew it was time to swoop in.
It was late and recent events had left Otto feeling more drained than he cared to admit. Being dragged along on Deirdre’s shroom adventures had very real and damaging repercussions. One that had ended in the operating theatre and doctors claiming it was no small miracle by which he’d survived the impaling he’d suffered after his ‘fall’. The pain meds he’d been given took the edge off, but work rolled on and there was hardly any time that could be taken off even for a through and through laceration meaning the walk home at 3AM was inevitable.
The pain meds were also the reason Otto failed to notice the creature silently stalking him down the alleyway until it launched itself at his back colliding with enough force that he staggered, tipped over some bins and fell with an echoing clang while claws slashed and teeth gnashed; seeking purchase anywhere they might be capable of rending flesh from bone. “Fuck!” blind fingers scrabbled, seeking anything that might be able to help until they curled around a trash can lid dragging it across and shoving it in the way of the creature’s teeth. “”Help!” as if that would do anything. In a town like this he was almost certainly done for. Hells, what an underwhelming way to go out.
The poor man in the alley was thrown from his spot by the larger, hulking figure. Remmy swooped down quickly. “Halt!” they shouted, the towel rustling behind them. The vampire, confused, turned to look at them. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own, erm--” Remmy looked the vampire up and down, realizing how much taller they were than them, but swallowed, standing confident again, “--strength!” Yeah, that made sense. That made a lot of sense. The vampire, still confused, dropped the other man and turned to face Remmy. “And who the fuck are you supposed to be, then, huh? This ain’t comic con, kid, go back to where you--” but before he could finish his sentence, Remmy had grabbed the front of his shirt and was tossing him up and over them. He landed hard on his back at the entrance of the alleyway, crashing into a few trash cans on his way. Remmy smirked. “Wanna try that again, villain?” they asked, before turning to look back at the guy. His arm was already in a sling, it was a good thing they’d shown up. “Are you alright?” they asked, holding a hand out to him.
Otto tasted asphalt and felt the sting of the ground against his face as he skidded to a stop. He also felt a wet stickiness against the lower right quadrant of his tee and a pain that made him suspect the stitches he’d gotten had popped, his hand immediately went to as voices continued behind him. Pushing himself over awkwardly, Otto propped himself up against one of the walls staring at the weird scenario playing out in front of him. A scenario whereby a masked and caped hero seemed to think it fitting to swoop in and save the day in- was that cape printed with cats wearing witches hats? The fuck? He blinked in apparent confusion, those pain meds must’ve been doing something seriously fucked up to his head. No way was his imagination usually this creative. But then the caped crusader was rag-dolling the vampire into the bins and Otto couldn’t bring himself to question the weirdness of this. “Uh.... sure?” his eyes flickered back to the pissed off looking vampire getting up out of the trash as he cautiously took the proffered hand and clambered to his feet still looking over the figure’s shoulder, “might uh-- wanna do something ‘bout that guy.”
The poor, innocent civilian looked pretty banged up and scared, but that was okay. Remmy was here to rescue him now. Turning back as the villain rose from his heap on the ground, shaking garbage from his limbs and glaring them down. “Don’t worry-- I’ll take out the trash!” They spoke with a crooked smirk on their face, before running straight at the vampire, catching him off guard. Two punches to the face startled him enough to nearly topple him again, and Remmy spun to give him a good kick straight to chest. The vampire went flying from the alley, landing in the middle of the street and tumbling a few feet before skidding to a stop. “If I were you, I’d give up now,” they said, hands on their hips, as the vampire scraped himself up from the street, skin scored from the asphalt. Shaking his head, fangs bared, he leapt at them. Remmy shook their head, disappointed, before striking up another stance. They quickly moved out of the way, expecting him to turn and follow them but-- “Hey!” the beastly man kept going, charging at the victim in the alleyway. “Oh no!” they shouted, leaping for the vampire, trying to stop him before he got to the man. Fists dug into the vampire’s shirt, yanking, and the two went tumblring to the ground hard, rolling just past the wounded man. “Don’t even think about it,” they demanded, wrenching his arm up behind his back.
Otto could only stare at the weird scene unfolding in front of him. The corny one-liners ripped straight out of some kind of comic strip that he’d normally roll his eyes at. Hells was this what his life had become? But the stranger seemed intent on fulfilling their caped crusader fantasy and hey? Who was he to stop them from punching his would-be assailant in the face. It was kind of entertaining to watch all things considered, at least, it was until he had a full grown vampire bearing down on him again. “Oh fuck!” he ducked out of the way just in time to see them both go toppling by and feeling the need to help grabbed the nearest thing he could find; a half broken baseball bat sticking out of a dumpster. It would have to do. Rushing up to the duo he slammed the wood with a sickening crack against the back of the vampire’s skull twice for good measure. If he could just get a decent angle it wouldn’t be hard to shove the splintered bat through this bastard’s heart. It was the least he deserved Otto just needed to find an opening.
Remmy ducked and rolled with the vampire, slamming him to the ground, just in time to be thrown onto their own back, slamming against the ground. It didn’t exactly hurt, but the surprise caught them off guard enough to not be able to right themselves in time to dodge the incoming fist to their face. The vampire’s hand curled around the eye patch on their face and yanked, pulling off. Remmy tried to push them off, only to hear wood crack against the back of his skull. The man flopped down, face first into the cement. Ow, that was gonna hurt in the morning. Wincing, Remmy shoved them off and scrambled to stand, stumbling only slightly. They looked down at him, then over to the man they’d been trying to save, watching him raise the splintered bat above the vampire’s heart. “No!” they said, running over and grabbing for the bat. “Don’t kill him! You can’t kill him!”
The cry for mercy came right at the very moment the splintered wood of the bat plunged downward piercing the flesh of the dazed undead creature. Good riddance. Otto thought, grunting as he put his full bodyweight behind the act before the piercing scream echoed off the walls of the darkened alley. There was a bright flash of flame as though the figure had been doused in gasoline before vanishing into nothing but ash and leaving Otto to fall to his knees breathing hard. The clatter of wood on asphalt rang loud and clear. The tremors came a few moments later as the adrenaline began to subside. “He-- He was trying to kill me!”
“No, no, wait--” Remmy tried again, but they were too late. The wood splintered through the vampire’s back, and in an instant, he was dead. They stood still for a moment, unbelieving of their eyes, before dropping to their knees. “You killed him,” they stuttered, “why-- why would you do that? I had it handled!” They stood up again and began rooting around the alley, looking for a container-- something they could scoop the ashes up into. They needed to move them. Even if that vampire had been attacking someone, they needed to lay him to rest somewhere that wasn’t an alley filled with garbage. “You can’t-- you can’t justify killing with more killing! That’s not how it works! You have to-- someone has to break the cycle,” they said to the man, “someone has to be better.”
“You had it handled? How do you call him almost ripping my throat out two times handled??” There was a minor note of panic in his voice as Otto waved at the pile of ash that was being blown away by an autumnal breeze drifting through the alleyway. He tossed the piece of wood aside, backing up one step and then two away from the strange caped crusader. “Break the cycle?” his expression mirrored his look of disbelief at the sheer faith this individual seemed to have in law, order and justice. He couldn’t help the slight huff under his breath “break the cycle of death? In this town? Good fuckin’ luck with that.” No way that was going to happen after all. But hey if they wanted to hop on that train bound for failure who was he to stop them? “Sorry Captain Washline, that sort of sunshine BS really isn’t gonna fly here.”
“But he didn’t rip your throat out! I saved you!” Remmy insisted, feeling their chest heave again. This man was yelling at them when all they’d done was help. Sure, they made a little mistake, but everything had turned out alright. Except for the dead vampire. Remmy found a jar and started scooping the ash into it, looking over at the man with a furrowed brow. “Yeah, well, with that attitude, of course you wouldn’t think it was possible. But it’s gotta start with someone,” they muttered, standing up straight. “It’s Captain Moose to you, too,” they snapped, closing the lid on the jar. “And you’re welcome. For saving your ass.” They brushed their hands off and started heading out of the alley way. “You can believe whatever you want to, but I’m going to believe in the good of people. Even you, Mister Stakes-a-lot.”
“I don’t count near brushes with death as good things but thanks.” Otto answered shortly still wondering how of all the people in this town to come to his rescue it was someone dressed in a witch hat cat cape. The town certainly knew how to make a niche even its so-called heroes didn’t stick to the norm. His eyes narrowed a fraction, half tempted to ask if there were antlers to go with that name. “Aye, sure,” he tipped a salute from his temple, scoffed and backed into the alley. Hells he needed to stop going out after dark.
As the man said his last words-- more like spat-- Remmy stuck the jar in their pocket and sighed. He was backing away and taking off now, not even a thanks in tow. But then again, they hadn’t done it for the thanks, right? They’d done it to feel like they could still help someone, that they still could be worth something. They sighed again, gathering up their cape and brushing off their pants, then turned to head out of the alley as well. They patted the jar in their pocket. “So,” they asked, glancing left and right, “where should we spread your ashes?”
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Sleep My Little Dora
To make sure no one steals our horses or carriage daddy pays a local man to keep watch. Cause the stew pot is hot and momma Bilmin carries the basket of bread up the flights of stairs, it's my job to run up before them to open the exit door. Down the hallway, sounds of children crying and faint yelling can be heard through the walls. When we get to the Oxoro's door, I can hear the sounds of gunshots. They're watching television, most likely an illegal film. Movies of any kind aren't allowed unless they’re filmed from home or shown on one of the government approved channels.
Eddy opens the door by just a crack. He peeks out and I'm the first he focuses his eyes on. My cheeks feel warm. Spotting daddy he opens the door wide and steps aside. In here, normally empty, it's full of people who turn away from the television to see who it is. On the sofa sit Mr Oxoro, a woman and another man. On the floor is Vano, outside the window is Omarion talking to someone out of view, i assume it’s Felix. Next to him, with her foot inside is a girl that catches my eye.
At first she looks like a boy. Fluffy short hair sticks out the front of her backwards hat, she wears a big green shirt and black shorts. Her socks too big for her skinny ankles, they fall loosely off her foot.
Mr Oxoro stands up once he sees daddy and helps momma Bilmin with the basket. He welcomes us in the house and introduces us to everyone. When he says my name everyone turns to look at my arm. Including Felix who peeks in. I'm guessing they know about what happened.
"That's my sister Jenae, her husband Otto", Mr Oxoro points, "eldest you've met Vano, that at the window is Jocabeth and", he chuckles, "the little one is Abie". From the small hallway a girl sticks her head out the Oxoro sons room. "You go on Isadora", Mr Oxoro says to me, "boy been excited to see you". This brings out a big smile on my face.
In the room, across from the door, Efrain lays in his bed. He smiles wide and calls me to go closer. "It's okay, Eddy made sure to clean everythin' up and i got my shots", regardless of what he says, I still run and give him the biggest hug. "Oof", he goes and chuckles.
"Efrain!" I yelp, "so much has happened, so much i wanna tell you", I chant happily. He chuckles and looks at my cast. "I bet", he says.
I spill the second I sit on the middle bed, Felix's. I tell Efrain about being so alone during lunch and after school. How I tried to be better friends with Wendy and the other kids we play with when I come over, but none were as fun to be around. I tell him how one day I had an extra piece of bread and spotted Ari sitting all alone. "Ari?", he asks. "Yeah, Arielle", "Arielle!?", Efrain exclaims with his eyes wide. Excitedly I tell him about all the fun that I've had with her. How every day in lunch and after school we spend time together. How at home we always play games or play outside with the animals. I don’t admit we play dolls the most. I laugh when I tell him about getting lost in the shopping center in Littleburg, taking a bath with her and then working in the farm as punishment. I tell him about being in trouble for lying, having to work in the farm as punishment and getting injured riding Milk. I also mention taking Ari home before coming here but I never tell him about the kisses.The one she gave me the other night and the one I gave her this afternoon. Secrets I plan to keep forever.
With a big smile on his face Efrain talks about how glad he is that Ari and me are friends, how excited he is to talk with her when he goes back to school and playing around in my house. I've also decided not to mention how much she doesn't like him.
"Ya'll sound like Vano and Bethy. Girls, girls, girls, i'm tired of it, so can we please finish watchin’ Lizard Sphere A", Abie snaps and rolls her eyes at us. Efrain and I laugh but neither pays attention to the animated show, instead he shows me all the drawings he's drawn while in bed rest.
While he shows me some really cool ones of me and him being space men and Abie choking in the background, I can't help but to stare at him the same way I did to Ari earlier. Last I saw him, Efrain's wasn’t this skinny. He practically resembles Ari, whom he used to be a little bigger-than. He's also a lot more pale and sickly like his momma. His eyes are sunken and his cheekbones stick out. He looks like he's at the verge of death with only a smile keeping him alive.
"Y'all come eat", Jocabeth says at the door. She leans in with a bored look on her face, like nothing is cool enough for her. For a split second, I wish I was her. I stare at my light orange dress, my frilly, itchy socks and white, shiny belted shoes. I pull on a curl that already rests on my hand, how I wish I were as comfortable as her. In the living room, I stare at her nonstop taking in her personality. Everyone laughs at everything she says, eating a piece of cooked lettuce from her soup with her hands, burping as loud as she wants, joking and laughing so care free. If I ever ate with my hands and burped that loud i'd be in trouble. I wish I was funny too.
While we all enjoy momma Bilmin’s cooking, the adults talk amongst themselves, they mention the cost of living and how the president doesn't care about us. This catches my attention.
"Some bloke started a union a few months ago, found'em dead in a ditch and a lot of folk got fired. They ain't waste a second though, next day the factory was full of new workers", Eddy says. He looks irritated and waves his arms with annoyance.
"It's like we brought bad luck or some", Jenae ways touching her forehead. She looks upset.
"Naw auntie, there was rumors 'bout this from the start. I'm just worried 'bout findin' another job", Eddy says thoughtful.
"I'm in need of some hands", daddy speaks up with a shrug, "c'mon Asmel, I've told you this", daddy turns to Mr Oxoro.
The conversation goes on and on until everyone agrees that Eddy and Vano start working for daddy from now on. Apparently Mr Oxoro's sister and family were kicked out of their home from a shark? Now they live here and will be staying until they get the money to move out. Daddy invites Mr Otto to work in our ranch too but he jokes that he's one of the new workers in the meat factory. Mrs Jenae claims she cares for Mrs Oxoro and the kids. In a way, it makes me happy to hear someone is here to care for my best friend.
After dinner we all sit in front of the television. Blowing a bubble with her gum, Jocabeth puts a movie in the VCR. "A classic", Mr Oxoro says hugging his wife who's wheelchair has been rolled right next to him. On her lap sits Efrain snuggling with her arm and next to momma Bilmin, I hold her hand and watch, occasionally turning my gaze out the window. There Felix, Eddy, Omarion, Vano and Jocabeth joke about. I wish I was old enough to hang out with them.
The movie starts off in a dessert, how humanity has decayed and withered except for a couple of people living like ferals. They fight for food and water, some even fight for money. Those wanting to be rich steal from those already poor and hungry, "not far from the truth", Mr Oxoro says. Just as I fully invest myself into the movie my thumb reminds me of all the times I bumped my hand on to something. I try to keep the pain to myself but its not until I can't ignore it that I speak up. Daddy uses this as an excuse to go home, says my pain medication has worn off and he forgot it. Jenae, who's been eyeing daddy all night is the first to hug us goodbye. She bumps into my hand. I'd shriek, drop and die but I don't want the older kids to think i'm a wuss. Instead I hold on to the tears in until we leave the apartment.
On the way home I silently cry so much I fall asleep only to wake up when I feel my hand hit the bed. Daddy's carried me inside, taken off my socks and gives me kiss before he leaves. I don't know for how long I sleep until I'm woken up again.
The lights in my room are turned on, I shut my eyes tight and cover my face with my arm. Someone slaps my hand off my face, forcing me to look at them.
"What is this I hear bout you kissin' girls?", momma snaps at me. "That. Is. Disgusting. You hear me? Where have you seen women kissin' other women?" She raises her voice angrily. Momma Bilmin, woken up, comes out her room and into mines. Momma explains to her how I kissed Ari on the lips just this afternoon. She says it grossed out as if I had stepped on poop and got in bed.
"She ain't hurtin' nobody!", momma Bilmin snaps at momma. Daddy walks in my room too, he stands in between them just as momma Bilmin tries to get in momma’s face. My warm tears quietly roll down my face just like they did on the way home, only now the pain is in my chest. I've never made momma this mad before. She ain't ever yell at me this loud either.
"No, no, no!", momma yells pushing daddy’s arm away and turns to me. "I don't wanna see that little red head in my house ever again, you hear me?" She connects her thumbs with her index fingers, making her point. "I don't wanna see or hear bout you kissin' girls, Dora! When? Where has she seen any of this? Sure as hell not from me!", she screams and walks out the room still scolding me from the hallway. Daddy shoots me a look of worry and goes after momma. The rest of the night I sleep in momma Bilmin's room. She combs my hair with her fingers, sings a lullaby and assures me there's nothing wrong with liking who I like. Still, I cry until I've fallen back asleep with only one thought in mind. Liking girls is not normal, it's gross. Momma said so.
#isadora wyetka#efrain#mr Oxoro#mrs oxoro#Jocabeth#Abie#Vano#Eduardo#Felix#Omarion#Otto#Jenae#age 10#the hunger games imagine#lgbtq#esperanza wyetka
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Parasomnia: Sleepwalking 1/2
oh yea babey we’re back to @xjawnx‘s demigod au. this part is getting a bit long, so I’m breaking it into two parts. warning for injuries and blood. probably should have put those warnings on some of the other bits too
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“Did you actually get what you needed?” Awsten asked Otto.
It had been at least an hour since they left the farm. They had been walking in relative silence, since everyone was hyperaware of how their departure had been less than ideal. Awsten had been able to take them on one rainbow bridge early in their journey, but there hadn’t been enough moisture in the air since then to make any more. Which meant they had been on foot, under the summer sun, in the middle of Texas, for at least an hour.
“Yeah, I got it,” Otto said. “I put it in Jawn’s bag.”
“What? When?” Awsten stopped to turn and look at Jawn.
Jawn gave Awsten a look. “Probably when you were talking with Otto’s dad.” He opened his bag and took out something about the size of a lunch box. No, it was a lunch box. Jawn handed it to Otto.
“Is that a lunch box?” Geoff said. “I thought your dad—”
“My mom gave this to me,” Otto said. He unzipped the zipper holding it shut and held it open for them all to see.
Inside, the box was packed with sandwiches, fruit, snacks, juice… enough for the four of them to all eat and be full. Awsten gaped at it.
“Are you telling me you’ve had food in that thing the whole time?” he said.
“No!” Otto said. “I mean… maybe? It’s got a mind of its own. It puts whatever food it thinks I need inside.”
“But… there was a good chance that this thing had food,” Jawn said.
“Yeah, it always does,” Otto said.
Awsten struggled to resist the urge to yell at Otto for keeping lunch from them. Okay, no that wasn’t going to happen. “You’ve been keeping lunch from us!” he yelled. “I wasn’t gonna say anything because I felt bad for you! No more nice Awsten from now on!”
Otto rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks. You wanna sit down right here and eat?”
It was kind of a shitty place for lunch, but they were all pretty hungry and none of them wanted to keep walking just to find a place out of the sun. The food was amazing, and as they ate, Awsten kept opening and closing the lunch box to see if it would give him the exact brand that he was thinking of. Eventually it did. Fucking nice.
They started walking again, which kinda sucked, but there wasn’t really a better way to travel to the mystery ghost town in the middle of the desert somewhere. As they kept moving, Awsten looked up at the sky and wondered briefly if his mom was watching out for him.
Then he wondered if she was sending those updates she promised to send to his human mom. He smiled, just in case she was showing her an image of where he was. Man, seeing Otto visit his dad was making Awsten miss her so bad. Next time they found a spring or something, he was definitely calling his mom.
The day passed slowly, uneventfully. The tension from the farm was soon gone, replaced by their usual comfortable camaraderie. Jawn pressed Otto for stories about growing up on a farm, and Otto entertained them for a while talking about all the ridiculous ways the animals had gotten stuck in various places and positions over the years.
“Must be nice, being a child of Demeter on a farm,” Geoff said.
Otto shrugged and smiled. “I mean, we never had a bad year. It was cool too, once I could start actually doing things. Making things grow and helping the animals out and all.”
“Hey, since you’re an actual cowboy, can you say ‘yeehaw’?” Awsten said.
Otto shoved at him. “Shut up.”
“YEEHAW!” Awsten yelled. “Ah’m Farmer Otto!”
“Gods, you’re the worst,” Otto laughed.
Quite unfortunately, the teasing was cut short by a dark cloud in the distance that was rapidly approaching them. Awsten drew his sword and stood in front of Geoff, useless and weaponless. He narrowed his eyes as he saw what was coming for them.
Stymphalian birds.
It looked like there were only half a dozen of them, but any number of those birds was bad news. Their sharp beaks gleamed in the late afternoon sun as they drew nearer to the group of demigods. Awsten winced, remembering his past encounters with those birds. He still had the scars.
“Stay together!” Awsten said, looking behind him at Otto and Jawn, who were also prepped for fighting. Jawn had his spear in his hands and was eyeing the birds with grim determination. Otto had his hunting knife.
Awsten spared a second to wish they had some kind of longer ranged weapon. For now, Jawn’s spear would have to do. And of course, he and Otto would be able to handle the birds once they were close enough.
The birds shrieked as they started swooping down towards Awsten. He couldn’t help his flinch. Because of it, his first swing with his sword went off course and missed his target. His mind filled with panic as the shrieks of the birds sounded loud in his ear—
But then someone was shoving him back, into Geoff’s chest. Jawn’s spear was a blur in Awsten’s vision as it sliced straight through two of the birds at once, dissolving them into dust.
“You okay?” Geoff said, helping Awsten to regain his footing.
“I’m fucking fine,” Awsten huffed. He pushed away from Geoff and concentrated on aiming at one of the evil little monsters. He swung his sword with a little more force than necessary, turning the bird into dust.
Okay, yeah he was feeling better now. Awsten checked on Otto, who wasn’t having much luck reaching the birds, but at least he wasn’t hurt. The remaining three birds flew up out of reach, shrieking at the demigods.
Awsten squinted up at the birds, nearly blinding his eyes with the direct bright sunlight. The birds split up, and for a moment, it looked like each of them were flying at one of the three armed demigods.
Until suddenly they veered off course and headed straight for Geoff. Two of them sent a small shower of sharp needlelike feathers shooting at Geoff.
“Oh shit,” Geoff said, trying to jump out of the way. He didn’t manage to miss all of the feathers though, and cried out in pain as they sliced his left arm.
“Fuck no!” Awsten yelled, swinging his sword right as Otto and Jawn both closed in to guard Geoff with their own weapons.
The three remaining birds burst into dust all at the same time.
Awsten was shaking. He looked around them, fearing that there was another swarm of the awful birds on their way. He didn’t see anything, but he still felt dangerously exposed out here in the open.
“Fuck, Geoff, how bad is it?” Jawn was saying behind him, carefully reaching out to hold Geoff’s arm.
Geoff winced and gasped as he moved his arm. There were eight of those horrible little feathers stuck in his arm. Awsten couldn’t stand looking at them. His old scars were flaring with phantom pain. He looked back at the skies. No birds, they were going to be okay.
“Okay, do you wanna sit down while I get these out?” Jawn said gently.
“We need to get out of the open,” Awsten said, sheathing his sword and peering ahead of them, hoping there was some kind of shelter coming up in their journey. Somewhere where they could take care of Geoff and maybe even rest for the night. Evening was coming soon.
“Awsten…” Otto began.
Awsten shook his head. “Otto, can you check your lunch box? See if there’s a bottle of water in there. I’m gonna make a bridge to get us somewhere safer.”
He looked at Otto, hoping to convey how he was feeling without words. This really wasn’t the best time to dig into his past with those particular monsters, just for the sake of explaining his desire to get the fuck away. Otto looked like he wanted to ask questions, but he was silent for a moment. Then he sighed and went over to Jawn to get the lunch box out of the bag.
“Geoff, are you gonna be okay for a minute?” Otto asked.
“Yeah,” Geoff said, although his voice was strained. Awsten still refused to look at him and the feathers in his arm.
Geoff was going to be fine. Eight feathers wasn’t that bad. Compared to— no, Awsten wasn’t going to think about that.
Otto pressed a water bottle into Awsten’s hand. Not that much, but it would have to be enough.
“Alright,” he said. He unscrewed the cap and reached out to grab Otto’s hand. “You all holding on?”
“Yeah,” Otto said after a second.
Awsten sprayed the water in the air in front of him and concentrated his power. The rainbow materialized at his feet. Awsten poured as much power as he could into the rainbow as it grew and pulled them off the ground, into the air. Higher, higher, high above the Texas landscape. Awsten fought back the momentary wave of vertigo and focused on making the bridge as long as he could.
Geoff gasped in pain again behind him, and Awsten flinched again, this time in guilt. He kept the rainbow bridge going, however, taking the demigods far away from the place where the birds attacked them.
The rainbow eventually had to drop to the ground again, and Awsten was relieved when he saw it was going to deposit them in a place full of shrubs and trees and piles of rocks that would offer shelter for the night.
Awsten turned as the rainbow ended so he could help catch Geoff before they all hit the ground. Unintentionally, as they landed on solid ground again, Awsten looked at Geoff’s arm. It was already soaked with blood. Fuck.
Geoff noticed Awsten staring in horror and he offered him a weak smile. “S’not that bad. Hey. Hey, Awsten. Nice rainbow road. Should play Mario Kart when we get back.”
Awsten groaned. “Jawn, better fix him up fast, he’s turning into a stupid gamer again.”
Otto chuckled as they helped ease Geoff down so he was lying against a nice smooth-looking rock. “I’ll kick your ass in Mario Kart when we get back, Geoff,” he said.
“Ha,” Geoff laughed. “No, you don’t.”
Jawn opened his bag of medical supplies and reached for the feathers still sticking out of Geoff’s bloody arm. “Alright, Geoff, don’t move too much.”
“Okay, I’m not going to be any help here,” Awsten announced loudly, walking away. “I’ll, um, set up camp, alright? See ya! I’m gonna get some, um, firewood!” And then he was practically running away.
He wasn’t far enough away when he heard Geoff yell in pain as Jawn started taking out the feathers.
#mani playing with words#demigod parx au#the real reason Im not posting more is bc Im tired as heck#stayed up too late working on the carknighters fic
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Theresa: Time for plan G.
Kiana: Don’t you mean plan B?
Theresa: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Mei: What about plan D?
Theresa: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Kiana: What about plan E?
Theresa: I’m hoping not to use it. Otto dies in plan E.
Kiana: I like plan E.
Mei: Let’s do plan E.
Theresa:…
#fukimei#theresa apocalypse#kiana kaslana#raiden mei#honkai 3rd#kiana and mei are still salty about what he did to hua#otto gave kiana ptsd#otto has both emotionally and mentally destroyed kiana#i wanna drop kick otto#otto deserve to get punched#otto traumatized both kiana and hua#everything that happened was otto's fault#i’m still salty#what did you expect theresa?#kiana continues to be a mood#mei continues to be a mood#mei and kiana are both idiots but they’re hua's idiots
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SRMTHFG Chapter 5
Chapter 5: The story about Mandarin (Disclaimer! I own nothing of SRMTHFG!) Chiro was continuing training drills with Antauri with his newly acquired armor. “He’s improving at an incredible level,” said Gibson viewing his stats. “Well he sure knows how to be optimistic,” said Sparx. Chiro had on some strange orange gauntlets. “Alright, try this one out for size!” he said. The gauntlets unleashed a sword and shield. Using them, he took out the formless soldiers in a flash. The other monkeys were deeply alarmed at what he found. “What?” asked Chiro. “Chiro, those were Mandarin’s weapons,” said Nova. “Wait… the sixth monkey?” asked Chiro. “Yes,” said Gibson, “We don’t really talk about him much ever since that faithful day.” “Well if Chiro is going to be part of our team now, we have no need to keep secrets from him,” said Antauri. He showed Chiro visions of Mandarin. “Mandarin was our original leader, the smartest, strongest and wisest of us all,” said Antauri, “He was given the same task as we were given; to protect the gem of imagination from the skeleton king.” In the visions, Mandarin started attacking innocent people. “Though he was too consumed by power and greed, and wanted to rule all of humanity with an iron fist, which we could not let happen,” said Antauri, “Acting quickly, we took the power coin from him, and his the gem deep within the planet.” “Whoa,” said Jinmay. “Whoa indeed,” said Gibson, “This monkey is bad news, which is why we have been training Chiro, because one day, the two of them will face off in battle.” “I’m not afraid of him,” said Chiro, “If this coin chose me to protect Shugazoom city, then I’m ready.” “That is why the coin chose you,” said Antauri, “Because you never give up on what you dream of.” Otto was still working on that machine that will hopefully get back the armor for the other monkeys. Smoke started to come out. “Aw crap,” said Otto, “What did I do wrong?”
“You might wanna fix that part first,” said Jinmay. She got out a wrench and started screwing some of the nuts in. “Young lady please step away from the machine!” said Gibson. “Relax, I know what I’m doing,” said Jinmay, “My mom was a mechanic when she was younger.” The smoke stopped. Gibson was surprised. “My word,” said Gibson, “You’re a gifted mechanic!” “Well I do take after mom,” said Jinmay as she smiled. Later at school Chiro was taking out another comic book that he wrote. “Its finally finished!” said Chiro, “My rough draft of Thunder-man meets the Sun Riders!” He was walking to Class when BT and Glenny blocked his way. “Where do you think you’re going?” asked BT. “You’ve clearly forgotten what happened last time,” said Chiro, “Unless you want another ass kicking, then I suggest you move.” He tried to head out but Glenny grabbed him and pushed him to a locker. “Its time we paid you back for the bloody nose you gave BT!” he said. “Get off of me!” said Chiro. Jinmay saw them and intervened. She threw her wrench at Glenny to get his attention. “You leave Chiro alone!” said Jinmay, “What did he ever do to you?” “You did not just do that,” said BT. “Uh oh,” said Jinmay. They both started hitting Jinmay and made her drop her art project. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before talking like that to someone who’s stronger than you,” said Glenny. They left. Chiro went to go and help her. “Are you ok?” asked Chiro. “Yeah, I guess so,” said Jinmay, “But I can’t say the same about my art project.” “I’m really sorry,” said Chiro, “If I hadn’t gotten in that scrap you wouldn’t have had to save me.” “It was worth it Chiro,” said Jinmay, “Besides I still owe you for that one time you saved my life.” “Still, somebody ought to teach those bozos a lesson,” said Chiro. “Yeah,” said Jinmay, “And we’re just the guys who can do it.” They spent the next few days rewriting Chiro’s rough draft and decided to make BT and Glenny some of the bad guys in his story. They sold some copies to their friends and BT and Glenny were made laughing stocks, and even the teachers enjoyed it. BT looked at a copy. “You are so dead Logan!” he shouted. Chiro and Jinmay were at his house coming up with new ideas for comics. “So I had this idea for myself,” said Jinmay, “I was thinking that I could have a kind of titanium coating armor and can fly and shot repulsor beams.” “That can be arranged,” said Chiro, “You really have some good ideas in your head.” “Thanks Chiro,” said Jinmay. “Chiro,” called Howard. “Yea?” asked Chiro. “Come downstairs, I need to talk to you right now!” he said. He came downstairs. “Have you been bullying people at school?” he asked. “What?” asked Chiro, “No way!” “Well then would you care to explain why this young man came over with his parents to talk to us?” asked Howard. BT was with his mom and dad with fake tears. Howard had one of Chiro’s comic books in his hand. “BT says you wrote some rude things about him in his comic books,” said Howard, “I know you were raised better than that!” “But he was…” said Chiro. “I don’t wanna hear it!” Howard snapped, “You apologize to him right NOW!” “I’m sorry,” said Chiro. “If I see one more comic book saying rude things about this young man, it is over for you mister!” said Howard, “Do you understand?” “Yes sir,” said Chiro. BT left while taunting Chiro. “And that’s not all I saw in this comic book,” said Howard flipping through pages. “You read my comic?!” asked Chiro. “And wasn’t I surprised when I read what I read!” he shouted, “WHAT BUSINESS DO YOU HAVE PUTTING THIS STUFF IN YOUR COMICS?!” Chiro looked down at the ground. “Don’t look at the ground, look at me!!” he said, “Who put this in that comic book?!” Chiro was about to speak but Jinmay covered for him. “I wrote it,” said Jinmay, “He told me about it and I put it on there.” “Jinmay why the hell would you go and do that?!” asked Howard, “I let you in my house, you’re over here playing with Chiro, and then you wanna take our dirty laundry and expose it to the world?!” “I didn’t think…” said Jinmay. “GET THE HELL OUTTA MY HOUSE!!!!” shouted Howard as he chased her out. He shut the door and turned to Chiro. “I’m only going to say this once so listen up young man,” said Howard, “You are not friends with Jinmay Sunban. I will not allow her in this house, and I will not allow you to spend anymore time with her writing these silly comic books!” “You don’t know Jinmay!” said Chiro, “Who are you to judge who I’m friends with?” “I am your father, and you will show me some respect,” said Howard, “And you’re supposed to be studying how to be a scientist like me!” “Its not who I wanna be!” said Chiro. “Who cares?” asked Howard, “It’s a family legacy.” “I don’t care about the family legacy,” said Chiro. “Well you’re about to care,” said Howard, “Leslie, from now after school, you bring Chiro straight to the lab so I can show him the ropes.” “Howard you..” said Leslie. “Chiro, you’re gonna learn to be a scientist,” said Howard, “Whether you like it or not.” “No I’m not!” said Chiro, “I wanna be a comic book writer and not be forced to hide that talent from my friends.” “That ‘talent’ humiliated a classmate!” said Howard. “Well he deserved it!” said Chiro, “You can’t just force me to be somebody I’m not!” “What you say BOY?!” he shouted as he smacked Chiro. “Howard!!” yelled Leslie. Chiro looked back with tears in his eyes. “You go to your room,” said Howard. Chiro walked up to his room. “I wish you weren’t my father,” said Chiro. “What did you just say to me?!” asked Howard. “I said I wish you weren’t my father!!” said Chiro. He slammed the door. Later that day Chiro was looking out the window. Leslie came in with some bags. “Come on Chiro,” she said, “You’re going over to Jinmay’s place for a couple of days.” “How long?” asked Chiro. “For as long as you need to,” said Leslie, “Your father was wrong to say such rude things about your little friend.” They quietly packed some things and Leslie drove Chiro over to Jinmay’s. He rang the doorbell and Jinmay hugged him. “This must be Chiro,” said Jinmay’s father. “Um… yes sir,” said Chiro. “I’m Andy, and this is my wife Mei-Ling,” he said. “Its an honor to meet you young man,” said Mei-Ling. “Your mom told us everything,” said Jinmay. As they went inside to talk, Mandarin was watching
#mandarin srmthg#chiro#jinmay#chiro x jinmay#antauri#sparx#gibson srmthg#nova srmthg#otto srmthg#super robot monkey team hyperforce go#srmthg#FFEU Phase 2#fan fiction extended universe#smash bros
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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.
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Drowning In Myself
Chapter 1: Take Me To Church
Paring: Nick Clark x Troy Otto (eventually)
Warnings: No Apocalypse, Recreational Drug Use, Drug Abuse, Addict!Nick, Drug Dealer Troy, Past Child Abuse, Violence (in future chapters), Swearing, Survivors Guilt, Slow Build
Summary: Troy is a drug dealer that’s new to L.A.. Calvin asked Troy to take care of his customers while he takes a much needed vacation. First night on the job Troy receives a call from a long time client and good friend of Calvin’s asking to meet at a church in the shittiest part of town at 3AM. The guys grubby, and alone, and something about the way he asks Troy to stay with him while he shoots up sticks with Troy as he drives away that night.
Or, the story of how Troy helps a drowning Nick find his way back from the brink.
Authors Notes: I got the idea for this from listening to the song Help by Papa Roach.
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Troy climbed behind the wheel of his truck with a tired sigh. It was three in the morning, and he was driving out to the middle of town to meet up with a new client. Calvin had told him this guy was notorious or needing a fix at this time of night, but he wasn't expecting to get a call the first night his fellow dealer was out of town.
He'd woken to the sound of his phone buzzing its way across his nightstand, a shaky voice saying they got his number from Calvin and they needed a fix; now. Normally, Troy only dealt with people who could meet during a more reasonable hour, but he figured he owed Calvin for getting him his current job. So, he took the address down, threw on the clothes he'd been wearing the day before, and headed out to the abandoned shitshow of a neighborhood to meet his new client.
As the trucks headlights hit the side of the fence that surrounded the old Church, Troy spotted him. A figure sitting curled up with his back pressed to the tall wooden boards and a dark grey hood pulled over his head. He didn't look up as Troy pulled up to the curb a few feet away.
"You Nick?" Troy asked as he climbed out of the idling silver pickup.
The figure on the sidewalk raised his head then, pulling his hood down to reveal shaggy brown hair and a dark almond complexion with dark eyes that shown almost copper in the glow of Troy's headlights. "You Troy?" He countered, blinking up at the man standing a few feet away.
"Depends if you're Nick or not." Troy said with one eyebrow raised. The guy looked like Calvin had described, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Yeah, I'm Nick." He finally said, pushing himself to stand and stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "You wanna do this in your truck or the church?" He asked, looking around the empty street a bit anxiously.
Troy looked at his truck, then the dilapidated church. After a moment's thought he turned and reached in to kill the engine. He pocked his keys and waved a hand towards the church. "Lead the way."
With a quick nod Nick turned and led him around to the hidden opening in the fence. "It's empty tonight. I think everyone's too scared to come back." He said, like he expected Troy to know what he was talking about. "So you don't gotta worry about anyone trying to bother you for samples or anything."
"I don't do samples." Troy said with a snort. "Sides, I only brought what you asked for."
"Yeah, right, or course. Sorry." Nick said, scratching at the back of his neck as he led Troy into the abandoned building. It was mostly dark, the only illumination coming from half a dozen candles and a single battery powered camp lantern up in the balcony area.
Troy followed Nick up the stairs to the balcony, pausing a moment when he saw the remains of police line tape on the floor in a few places. He ignored it, choosing to focus on getting his money so he could go home and go back to bed.
Nick spun around when he reached a small mattress on the floor. He plopped down on the edge with a huff and reached into his pocket to pull out a wad of crumpled bills which he started to count out as Troy stood a few steps away watching him. "I really appreciate you coming out here this late. I tried Calvin, but he didn't answer."
"He's on vacation." Troy supplied, tone a little amused as he watched the younger man count under his breath.
Nick nodded, still counting out crumpled ones. "Right, right. I knew that. Anyway, I would have called earlier, but I had to find the cash. Cops took everything I had stashed here after what happened..." He said, trailing off and focusing on the task at hand.
"What happened?" Troy asked, curiosity getting the better of him as he turned to look around the illuminated area of the balcony. There were some clothes scattered on the floor, mens and womens, a backpack, police line tape, some trash, and not much else.
"You don’t know?" Nick asked, pausing in his counting to blink up at Troy in surprise.
Troy shook his head, meeting Nicks wide eyed stair with a quizzical one of his own. "Just moved here from down past San Diego. Don't really talk to anyone except Calvin and the handful of clients he set me up with." He explained slowly.
"Oh... Uh... My girlfriend OD'd here... About three months ago... I called the cops when I found her and they threw me back into rehab. Just got out yesterday, actually..." Nick explained, pointedly not looking at Troy now and counting out the last of his money. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath.
Troy blinked down at the younger man, trying to gauge the weight of his words. "Your girlfriend dies of an overdose, and you come back to the place it happened to get high as soon as your clean?" For going through something so traumatic, the kid had balls.
Nick let out a mirthless chuckle, his voice a little manic when he spoke next. "I tried going back to my mom's house first, but all she did was guilt trip me about getting my girlfriend killed and rave about how my little sister got into Berkeley. I'll take getting high in the place I lost Glo over that any day." He said as he pulled a few more crumpled bills from his pocket.
"Fair enough." Troy said, clicking his tongue as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the little baggie of drugs. "You're ten short." He pointed out as Nick rummaged through his pickets for the missing cash. "Just have it next time, alright?" He said lightly, holding the bag out in front of Nick's face and giving it a little shake to get his attention.
"You sure?" Nick asked, grabbing all the cash from where he'd been dropping it on the mattress and holding it up in exchange for the drug.
"Yeah I'm sure. Calvin said you're a loyal customer, and I trust him not to steer me wrong. Just have it next time." He reiterated with a shrug, taking the handful of crumpled cash and stuffing it into the pocket of his jacket while Nick took the little baggie of powder.
"Hey," Nick started, making Troy stop mid turn to leave. "I know it's late, and you don't know me, but could you stay a few minutes? I don't like to be alone when I nod."
Checking his watch, Troy heaved a sigh and reluctantly nodded his agreement. "Yeah, sure. I'm probably not gonna get back to sleep tonight anyway." He admitted as he came to sit on the floor with his back to the edge of the balcony.
Nick smiled at Troy, a big genuine smile that lit up his eyes beautifully, as he kicked off his sneakers and moved to pull off his hoodie. He had on a black short sleeved t-shirt underneath that hung a bit loose on his lithe frame, the collar a bit stretched and showing his collarbone and a bit of his left shoulder when he moved to grab a candle and his little tin full of supplies from the other side of the mattress.
Troy watched closely as Nick prepped his drugs. He had never actually watched anyone do heroin. He'd only just started selling it a few weeks ago. Until he had moved to L.A. he was only dealing low level stuff. Weed and pills. But when he met Calvin on a trip of up to L.A. to visit his brother, the offer to move up and sell harder drugs for a higher cut of the profit was too good to pass up.
Nick caught Troy's eye as he went to hold the spoon over the flame of the candle. "You good over there?"
Troy blinked up at Nick. "Yeah, just never watched anyone do this." He admitted with a smile. "Don't stop on my account." He added, waving a hand in a gesture for the other man to continue.
"How long have you been dealing?" Nick asked, continuing on with his prep.
"Since I was 18. Brother got me a job at a hardware store. Wasn't for me. Fell into dealing after I quite that and it's been paying the bills going on four years now." Troy said, still closely watching Nick's every move.
"You've been dealing four years and you've never watched anyone do this? That's kind of impressive." Nick said as he prepped his needle.
"I only just started dealing heroin. Calvin offered me a job when we met last month, and here I am." Troy said with a sweeping gesture. "Sitting in an abandoned Church at almost four in the morning watching my newest client get high." He said with a smile.
Nick snorted a laugh at that. "Thanks again, I really appreciate it. Usually there'd be at least a few other junkies crashing here. I heard a rumor while I was out tonight that no one's been back since Glo died. They're all too scared of her ghost or some bullshit like that." He said as he drew the drugs up into the needle.
"And you're not?" Troy asked, tilting his head to watch the other man get ready to inject himself.
"I see her in my dreams every night anyway, why would I be afraid of seeing her when I'm awake?" Nick responded simply before bringing the needle to his skin.
Troy watched Nick's expression as he shot up. Face pinched in concentration before a slightly dopy smile hit him. After he finished with the needle he set it and the other supplies aside in their tin and curled up on his side on the mattress. He faced Troy, blinking tiredly now as the drugs tool hold.
"Sweet dreams, Nick." Troy said as he watched the other man fade out. He waited a few minutes, just watching the younger man breathe before finally heading home. The whole drive back he couldn't help but wonder what Nick was dreaming about.
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Prom Night Bathroom
Anon said: in which modern moritz is a very sensual drunk person, and Melchi isn't complaining
Words: 1246
Warning: Alcohol, underage drinking, vomiting, and minor NSFW
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“Hey, hey, hey, there buddy!” Hanschen’s exclamation rang through the bathroom of the hotel ballroom. “You can’t rush the resident artist! He’s perfecting his craft.”
Bobby kicked the door of the stall beside the handicapped one, where Ernst was bent over his large, almost bucket like container of vodka. “I can’t wait forever, Hansi. I left my date for this.”
“Well for a dollar a piece, you can wait another minute,” The blond fixed his bowtie and turned back to his boyfriend. Ernst was working quickly, applying very precise and exact amounts of food coloring to turn it the exact dark pink of the punch in the ballroom. “How you doing, baby?”
“Nearly done,” he sang out in his lilted angelic voice. Before gesturing grandly to the vodka. “Ta-da!”
Bobby began to walk forward with a sigh of relief when Hanschen stopped him suddenly. “That will be two dollars.”
“What?! You said it was a dollar a piece!”
“Robert, dearest,” He tisked thoughtfully. “Can you even put a price on that amazing color theory?”
After pushing the next dollar into Hanschen’s hand, the blond stuck his head out of the stall door. “Next! Make sure you already have an empty cup!”
The rush of boys, some Hanschen had never even met before, were all very nervous and excited. Some looked like they were already about to throw up because of the thrill.
“Hey,” Melchior unlocked the door to the stall besides his. “Can you shut up, you’re making the headache worse!”
“Who’s headache? You got two dollars, Melchi?” He responded, mind still on his booming business and his pockets filled with ones.
Melchior scoffed in his face. “No, asshole. I’m handling your loyal customer right now.”
Saying this, he slowly pushed open the stall door to show Moritz bent over the toilet. His dark red tie was tucked into his pocket and he looked a very light shade of green.
“Just make sure you don’t get us caught…” The shorter sighed after a pause to listen to the muffled pop music played from the other room.
Melchior fought the urge to grab the pretty boy by the throat and throw him across the crowded bathroom. But then he remembered freshman year when it got out that Hanschen asked a girl to bite him while making out so he would probably be into it. “Listen here, Bonnie and Clyde, it’s your issue too cause you gave him the fucking drink!”
“Hey, don’t drag me into this, I’m not the brain of the operation!” Ernst called out before turning to Otto, who was filling up his little plastic cup as much as physically possible. “Hey, vodka doesn’t grow on trees, pal.”
After Hanschen finished glancing over his shoulder lovingly, he gave Melchior the most faux-hopeless look. “Not my fault your boy toy can’t hold his liquor.”
Melchior was seriously going to grab Hanschen by his perfectly fitted suit jacket and give him the worst swirlie in the history of the world when he head the loud retching noise again.
“Goddamn it, Mo….”
As Melchior rushed to his boyfriend’s aid, he heard Hanschen scoff from behind him. “Someone has to vomit or it’s not prom, am I right?”
Locking the door behind him, Melchior watched Moritz flush the toilet and lean back onto his heels. “I feel….much better.”
“Good, now let’s go so I can get you home,” He handed the other boy a handful of toilet paper to wipe of his mouth. When he tried to pull Moritz to his feet, the frail boy put up a semblance of a struggle. “What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t wanna go home. I’m having fun….”
Scoffing, Melchior tried again to help him up to no avail. “You just puked your guts out, Moritz. That’s not fun.”
“No but this is.” And before Melchior could realize it, Moritz was up on his knees hastily undoing the fly to Melchior’s slacks with fumbling fingers.
Melchior wouldn’t be lying if he said that the sight and feeling didn’t spark some sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach. But the sound of the crowded bathroom around them mixed with the stench of vomit and the fact that Mortiz still had dribble dripping down his shirt made that end quick.
“No, Moritz. You’re drunk off your ass. Get off the floor.”
This time Moritz actually let himself stand and shakily lean against the stall wall. “You’re right, you’re right…” He whispered before practically lunging at Melchior, arms wrapped around his neck, partially for balance and partially to press his mouth against Melchior’s sloppily. The kiss only last a few seconds and a few seconds too long. “What? What’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re HAMMERED, Moritz, you need to go home!” He whispered so no one would realize what was going on in the stall. A moment later, Moritz leaned over and began to kiss at Melchior’s neck. Although it was more slobber than kiss, Melchior found it hard to complain. “Jesus Christ. You’re insane.”
“No...I’m drunk,” Moritz corrected carefully before stuffing his hand down Melchior’s fairly tight trousers.
“JESUS!” Melchior squealed in shock. Moritz was fumbling frantically to get a grasp on literally anything.
“What are you doing in there?!” Hanschen’s voice rang on the other side of the thin walls. “That’s two fifty for you, Zirchnitz.”
Moritz’s free hand clapped over Melchior’s mouth before he could respond. “Mind your own business, Hanschen!”
The blond mumbled something that Melchior couldn’t hear now that Moritz had tugged his slacks around his hips and had a hand up his dress shirt. “Stop it, everyone can hear!” Melchior whispered to the boy leaning close to him.
“So what? Let them hear…”
Their lips crashed back together for only a second before the sound of the bathroom door opening seemed to break the sound barrier.
“What are all of you doing in here?” Herr Knochenbruch’s voice struck tear in the hearts of all the boys.
“Holyfuckholyfuck!” Hanschen hissed at the boys around them scuttled out the door. “Ernst curl up on the toilet and tuck that to your chest I’ll come back for you.”
As even Hanschen abandoned ship, Melchior began to panic. “Hide!” He hissed out of fear and shoved Moritz’s drunk form to the toilet. Without a word, the blindly horny boy climbed on top of it and tucked his legs up to his chest. He looked like a titanic survivor clinging to shore, especially the dead part.
“What are you doing?” Moritz mumbled as Melchior remained frozen, standing and facing him fully.
Knochenbruch was busy interrogating a very suspicious looking Hanschen, but still in the bathroom. So Melchior couldn’t risk much more than just whispering, “He might think I’m just pee shy.”
Moritz shrugged and for a few seconds they sat in silence, listening to Hanschen be dismissed. There was a long pause, their principal’s footsteps sounding like bombs dropping. “Anyone else care to come on out?” He called out in his booming voice.
Silence. Dead silence. Not even a breath from them or any other boys tucked away.
The footsteps continued, followed by the door shutting and three or four long sighs of relief followed.
“Okay, let’s just get to the car and-”
Before the end of the question happened, Moritz had jumped down and stuck his head into the bowl again, retching loudly.
“Christ, that’s gross.”
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Toronto, ON, CA. Friday, September 15, 2017
Otto paced the length of the hotel lobby, his brows furrowed as he stared at the carpet. He had been waiting for a few minutes, which was honestly just fine with him- what was about to happen could wait forever, if he could make it happen that way. But he and his sister were just getting good again, and he couldn't let his secret get out, especially not to her. So, instead he just had to betray his best friend. Easy peasy. He grimaced, pushing a hand through his hair. At least there was the promise of ice cream in his future, he thought bleakly, even if it was going to be accompanied by what would probably be the most awkward conversation of his life. He sighed, dropping into a chair and glancing at the time on his phone, biting his bottom lip.
Ashley worked on putting on her makeup as quickly as possible. Normally, it would have been one of the first things she did after waking up, but after napping on and off all day with Jake, she'd only been back in her own room for an hour or two, without much of an intention of going anywhere. Once those plans had changed, she'd swapped the baggy pajamas she'd chosen the night before for jeans and a t-shirt, and did her best to make herself look like she hadn't been lazing around all day. Once she was satisfied, she stepped out into the hallway and headed to the elevator. As she stepped inside, she couldn't help thinking about how out of the blue Otto's invitation had been...but she stopped herself as soon as she realized how much unlike her usual self she'd been lately. Usually on tours, she made a point of branching out, and tried to go as many places with as many people as possible in her free time. This time around, she realized for the third or fourth time that week, she'd been spending a ridiculous amount of time with just one person...so she figured she should be grateful someone else was reaching out for a change. Once the elevator doors opened, she stepped out into the lobby, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked around for Otto. Once she spotted him in a chair, she walked over quickly, hoping she hadn't taken too long. "Hey!" she said cheerfully as she approached him, stopping a few feet short of the chair. "Ready for ice cream?"
Otto brightened as soon as he looked up and saw Ashley heading towards him, only to dim his enthusiasm as soon as he remembered the purpose of this outing. The mention of ice cream was enough to perk him back up, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely! Always ready for sweets." Always one for dramatic scenes, he stood up and bowed, offering his hand. "My lady." It would be incredibly easy to make this believable, considering he acted so familiar with all of his friends, constantly pouring affection on whoever was near him. "Sustenance awaits us. May I have your hand for this walk to sugary delights?"
Ashley grinned. She wasn't exactly used to Otto's level of enthusiasm, not having seen much of him offline, and so his overly positive reaction to the mere mention of ice cream was pretty amusing. What followed was even more over the top, but as taken aback as she was by the bowing, she couldn't help giggling a bit. Pausing to try and figure out an equally grandiose response, she hesitated before answering. "Uh...sure." Her words weren't exactly on the same level as his, but her brain was still a little fuzzy from sleeping all day, so she let herself off the hook. Smiling, she reached out and took Otto's hand. "Lead the way."
Otto laughed at Ashley's reaction to his over-the-top gesture, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. He was comfortable with this, he loved physical affection and holding hands was his favorite. "So, what did you do all day?" He asked casually as they left the hotel, nudging the door open for them to pass through. The night had cooled considerably since he'd last been outside, so it wasn't so hot they would be sweating after walking a few blocks.
Ashley could get pretty affectionate around her friends, but she felt slightly uncomfortable as he squeezed her hand. She definitely didn't have anything against Otto, but she just hadn't gotten around to spending much time with him. Knowing that Otto got along pretty well with her boyfriend was reassuring though, and she was suddenly glad for the opportunity to get to know him better. Following him outside, she paused waited a moment before answering his question, wishing there were a cooler way to frame what her day had looked like. Ashley was used to being active nonstop, whether that was making future plans or calling home or making decisions about her show, so as much as she had enjoyed resting up, she didn't want to make it sound like she'd wasted a whole day. Still, there wasn't really a better way to put it, so she went ahead, a sheepish smile on her face. "Honestly? I napped in Jake's room like all day. Until an hour or so ago, anyway." She shrugged, trying to play off how unusual that was for her. "What about you?" she asked.
Otto grimaced at the mention of Jake; there was no real way to avoid him since he was the thing they had in common, but it was still uncomfortable. He was in no hurry to hurt his best friend, but he wasn't sure how long he could hold out before he blurted it out. He was generally good with secrets, but the threat of his secrets being revealed left him with proper incentive to get it done and fast. He smiled when he heard her answer; they were in the same boat, then, at least. "I pretty much did the same, I just room-hopped a bit. Took a nap with Geoff for a bit, then went to cuddle Josie, went for ice cream with Chrissy..." he trailed off and grinned sheepishly. "I like sugar."
Ashley listened as Otto talked, turning to glance his way periodically as they walked. She was a little impressed at how he'd managed to spend time with so many different people, and at the stark contrast between that and how she'd been spending her time lately. With that thought, she remembered something Jake had let slip a couple of nights before, in a too-tired state, about Otto and Miles. Her smile faltered for a moment as she remembered the surprising news about their split (which was mostly surprising because she hadn't connected the two to begin with), and wondered if he was just trying to keep his mind busy with all of this, or if it normal for him to have the energy and initiative to spend time with so many people. She decided not to question it out loud, just to be safe, and grinned back as she answered. "I like sugar, too. Is this where you went with Chrissy and you're taking me there because it was awesome, or did you find a new place to try out?"
Otto brightened as the little ice cream place came into view, nearly bouncing with excitement as he walked. "Yeah, this is where me and Chrissy went. Their ice cream is /so/ good, they've got a bunch of different flavors." He grinned, picking up his pace. He let go of Ashley's hand, turning to her. "Race you to the door?" He offered, needing to do something about the surge of excess energy passing through him. Usually he ran a few miles every day just to burn it off, but he'd been lazy for a few days now and he was feeling it. Eating so many sweet things probably didn't help at all, he thought, but he liked them too much to stop.
Ashley let her hand fall back to her side, slightly relieved that Otto had let go. "Uh..." Ashley was about to decline to race, feeling more sluggish than usual, but between the look on his face and the realization she'd just had, she decided to put that aside instantly. "Okay!" With that, she broke into a run, heading for the door. She figured she was doomed to lose, being shorter and apparently less energetic, but still gave it her all. Jake had more or less asked her to cheer up his friends for him the other night, and this was a way of doing that, right?
The look on Ashley's face made Otto feel kind of bad for wanting to race, and he had opened his mouth to call it off when she said okay. He smiled, nodding to himself, giving her a slight head start before running to the door. He won fairly easily, and he waited for Ashley to get to the door before holding it open for her with an apologetic smile. "Thanks for humoring me. In return, I'll pay for your ice cream?" He rubbed his arms, letting the door fall closed behind him. The little shop wasn't too busy, and the person behind the counter greeted them. He looked at Ashley. "You can go first, if you wanna?"
Ashley ran as fast as she could, but watched as Otto easily sped past her to the door. She caught up a few seconds later, slowing down to walk inside the door he was holding open for her. Smiling back, she shook her head. " Dude, that was actually kind of fun," she answered. "You don't have to...but I won't say no to free ice cream, so I guess that's your call." She left him behind and walked up to the display, trying to figure out what looked good, her eyes moving slowly from one flavor to the next. "I...feel like this is gonna take a while," she called back to Otto, her natural indecision kicking in as her eyes moved back and forth across the case.
"It's a lot more fun than people think. It's totally the adrenaline. It's half the reason I run so much. The other half is to be able to laugh when Awsten and Geoff get winded walking up stairs." Otto grinned mischievously. "You should come with me one of these days," he offered enthusiastically, until he remembered she probably wouldn't want to after tonight. He sighed, shrugging to himself, glancing over her shoulder to look at what flavors they had out. "Take all the time you need, dude! It's totally cool." He forced a grin, then pointed at the glass case. "The last time I was here, I had the the cheesecake mixed with fudge. It was awesome."
Ashley looked up from the case at him for a moment to answer. "Honestly? I'm lazy as hell, so I don't think I'll be taking you up on that." She grinned, a little self consciously as she turned back to the case. "But I definitely don't exercise enough, so...we'll see." She eyed the flavors he mentioned, then went back to looking over the others. After surveying the case quietly for a bit, she looked up at the person behind the counter. "Could I have the cherry-chocolate in a waffle cone?" she asked, figuring she should just choose something instead of just wasting time.
Otto shrugged. "That's okay, it's not for everybody. Being lazy is so good, honestly. If I wasn't for my shit metabolism and all the horrible things I eat, I would never move again." He waited until Ashley's ice cream was finished, then surveyed the case himself, furrowing his brows. After a few minutes, he decided. "Double fudge sundae, please." He carefully shuffled past Ashley to the register, pulling out his wallet and paying for their ice creams while his was being made. He smiled as he took his, turning to Ashley again. "Do you want to eat here, or eat while we walk back?"
Ashley took the ice cream from the clerk and thanked them before turning to watch Otto as he deliberated. He seemed pretty interesting overall, with how he seemed to get along with so many people, and the excess of energy...she was starting to see why Jake liked him. She tried the ice cream as Otto's was being made. "Oh man, this is good." Once he paid, she paused to consider his question, then shrugged. "It's up to you. Either way, thanks for getting this," she said with a smile as she lifted her cone slightly.
Otto took a bite of his ice cream and hummed with pleasure. He bit his lip, trying to decide which would be better. "We can walk back." He smiled and nudged the door open with his hip, holding it for Ashley, then letting it fall closed. He walked beside her in silence for a few minutes as he ate his ice cream, then suddenly stopped. They were getting close to the hotel, and it was now or never. "Ashley? I have to tell you something."
"Okay. Sounds good!" Ashley said, walking towards the door and stepping out in front of him. As the walked the few blocks back towards the hotel, she focused on eating her ice cream before it melted, enjoying the quiet for a bit, occasionally glancing at Otto as he walked beside her. As she was finishing her ice cream, she noticed Otto had stopped walking. Turning back towards him, she stopped too, just a couple of steps ahead of him. She bit into what was left of the cone as he spoke, feeling herself tense up a bit at the abrupt change. She swallowed her food carefully and dabbed at her mouth with a napkin before answering. "Uh, okay. What's up?" she asked, with no idea of what to expect.
Otto grimaced, unsure of how to begin. He really didn't want to do this, and Jake's happy face kept popping up in his mind, like a reminder of what he would lose. He could practically feel the ice cream he ate curdle in his belly. "I... I have a crush on you," he choked out, his fingers digging into the skin of his wrist. "I have a huge crush on you and I think you should... should be with me. I just... had to tell you." He let out a soft breath; at least now.. at least now, his sister would never know.
Slowly, Ashley's face fell into a confused frown. His confession had been completely unexpected: the two hadn't spent much time together - definitely not enough to warrant a crush, in her mind - but beyond that, what exactly did Otto want from her? Her eyes glazed over a bit as her mind started reeling, reframing the time they'd just spent together based on what he had just said - he'd been super nice and a little affectionate - was that not just his usual? Was this supposed to have been some kind of date? Had she given him the wrong idea by letting him hold her hand? She shook her head slowly, trying to come back to the current situation instead of analyzing every detail. "Otto..." she looked back at him nervously, not sure how to get her point across without being too abrasive. "You...do know I'm dating Jake, right?" she asked, figuring that was a safe point to start from. They were friends, and the couple wasn't exactly being secretive about it. Of course he knew.
"I know," Otto mumbled, scowling briefly. Of course he knew, how could he not? Jake was incredibly happy with Ashley, and Otto was happy for him. He figured that was the reasoning behind what he had been forced to do. Happiness wasn't /interesting/. He wasn't sure where to go from there; he'd said what he had been made to, so what else was there? Maybe some slight damage control, or he could just completely fuck up everything. "I know, and Jake is amazing. He's awesome. But.. but I thought you should know. So you have all your, uh, options, I guess. Just in case."
"Oh." It was all she could manage. The frown stayed on her face as she tried to think of an adequate response. She definitely didn't want to be cruel, but if he thought leaving Jake could possibly be an option in her mind, then she probably needed to be as direct as possible. "I don't need options, Otto," she said, her tone a little more biting than she had meant it to be. Ashley bit her lip nervously, trying to think of a way to soften the blow behind the words that had just come out of her mouth, but her brain was failing her. "Sorry," she mumbled, glancing behind her towards the hotel, wondering if she could get away with just walking off without being a total asshole. Turning to look back at him, she suddenly remembered the stub of a cone she was still holding. "Thanks for the ice cream, though," she reiterated quietly, waving the sad chunk of waffle slightly.
Otto nodded numbly, glad it was finally over. He was actually very glad she was clear that she didn't want him, because a tiny piece of him had been scared she might take the chance. Definitely not a rational piece, but the anxiety took every option and, no matter how implausible, made it scary. He nodded, standing exactly where he stood, watching her walk away. "Bye," he mumbled, waiting for her to disappear from his sight before continuing on to the hotel.
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Lineup Lamentations - GW11
Our Transfers, Captains, and Starting 11s for the week.
PLUS ALON ON WILDCARDDDDDDddddddd!@!!!!!
WALSH
TRANSFERS:
OUT: Jonny Castro Otto, and rolling a transfer as usual
IN: :bulbasaur: :baulbasaur: :bulby: :balbuena:
Riperino Castroino. You've been a good lieutenant for me and mine but it's time to say goodbye. Doubling down with him and Doherty was an ill fated experiment and it's time to sort it. I took a bit of time to investigate between BHA WHU and NEW defenses and landed on the leaf pokemon. Fixtures look good and their underlying defensive stats have been tidy. Let's go
GK:
Alisson Beckz still in there for the good guys. Tricky fixture on paper but Livp defense if Livp defense. Pretty fine.
DEF:
Trenty goes again. Still not too sure about this guy in my team but he's gotten me two points over the three weeks I've had him so hard to argue with that.
Mendy in with a home banker ho hum.
Dockerty Doherty in with a home banker ho hum.
New friend and pokemon Fabian Balbuena will try to vine whip his way into my heart and by solar beam his way into my heart I mean Burnley to score a 88th minute goal off a broken set piece from Benjamin Mee to send me into the darkest of depths.
MID:
Mo goes. Nothing to see here.
With Kevin ded Dilv is looking a lot better in his efforts to maintain insane underlying stats and horrendous FPL point returns. Best three points I'll ever see, taste, feel, hear, smell in my life thanks Dilv love you bro.
Haz for a half is better than anything else I could have going so whatever in fuck goddamn glhf Haz.
Frayzuh I'll hold for this weekend. Not sure if I'll stand by him for the near term but will stick on him for the weekend. United defense been looking better as of late but still could be goals in this game so we'll see.
FWD:
Genius transfer last week Dings drops to the bench and it's the old amigos Kun and Arnie going again for me this weekend.
Hopefully Arnie can walk/limp around for 85 minutes and expend energy for 5 critical minutes leading to goals/assists/points. Kun...well....just hoping he makes it to the 60' mark. Vomit.
BENCH:
Ings / Billing / Wan
CAP:
Mo. Really not much thought in it this week. Kun a non-option due to minutes...Haz a non-option due to minutes....Mo always an option due to pharaoh status and arsecast lol defense status. Seems good.
ALON
TRANSFERS:
WILDCARDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!
OUT: everyone
IN: everyone else
I’m not sure the best way to write wildcard lambs as it’s such a fuck... I’ve made a trillion transfers this week so yeah, I duno, I’m not gonna account for all the moves and all that shit. I’ll just do lambs like normal and go through my starting 11 and then for the bench section instead of just listing the dudes I’ll write a little on them too.
Also this isn’t final final final who knows what deep darkness lays wake for me this evening...... Truth is I haven’t even transferred in half of these players yet because I need the last round of price changes to go through first. Can’t wait.
GK:
Flappy bird Lukaszszszzzszs Fabianski comes straight in.
We talked about Fab v. Ryan on the pod and I’m backing the pod here with our evaluation of West Ham v. Brighton and the loooong term outstanding fixtures for West Ham. One bad fixture in the next 11 GWs is goooooooooood.
Flappy’s a monster on bones, I think and hope, he can keep up with the big boys in this stretch run. After all, GKs score the least amount of points.
DEF:
Double City defense with Mendy and my favorite French wine Laporte... Mendy I believe is very self-explanatory legend genius fuck -- did you know on the season Mendy is third highest (Kun then Raz #1 and #2 respectively) fantasy goal involvement percentage for City when he’s on the pitch... Absolutely ridiculous human... And Laporte what more can be said - he’s an immense and fantastic player. I was about ten months too early when I brought Laporte in last season, and now the world is ready for him. He’s casually just played 90 minutes in every prem match this season like a fucking boss. Get all the way in there you classy lefty fuck.
A share in Liverpool’s defense also felt somewhat required and I’m abandoning Robbo for VVD in this moment... Robbo still 100% fantastic pick and nailed and first choice and whatever else you wanna say about the best LB in the prem BUT -- with the very busy fixture period breathing down our necks I feel that VVD playing 90′ every single week will outscore Robbo’s attacking returns -- assuming Robbo has to get rested a couple times in the next month and a half. I think that that makes sense so let’s roll with it. VVDue away at the Emirates not an easy clean but all matches are cleanable for this Liverpool team -- get in there.
Alonso the fourth and final pillar in my Rolls Royce defense... If you missed last pod I had the epiphany that Zo is basically as set-and-forget as they come and transferring him out just because he’s stupidly high-priced for his position is over-thinking it. He’s on pace for his normal 160-180 point season and is just a very very good long-term / season-long hold type guy... if he were a mid he’d cost ~8.5m or 9m with his points tallys. It’s silly with this dude, sometimes just don’t overthink it. Bank the points and call me in the morning.
MID:
4-4-2 formation feels the right amount of forwards and the right amount of value to me. So here we are.
Mo has been in since preseason and continues to be in. He’s just the best simple as that no further questions.
Hazard despite being somewhat knocked and probably playing reduced minutes this weekend still is in my WC side... The fact of the matter is I barely have any choice in this issue. I want him, I still feel when he’s fit (probably a week away) that I’ll sorta need him, and wildcard’s the time to get a 11+ million player in as it’s much more difficult on just frees... Haz is fantastic and a long-term hold so having one whatever GW isn’t a big deal to me.
The next two are my little sexpots. They’re dessert.
Tony M Martial is a sexy guy there’s no doubt about that. He’s dribbling classy fucker who’s on fire at the moment... this spot feels a little tentative for me because I have my worries -- United suck, Mou is a nightmare, Martial is SUPER hot right now but underlying stats are shit -- But at the same time he’s donging for fun and getting in great positions and looking great. And I trust my pod partner.. I’ll probably stick here as Tony seems *obviously* better then the guys he’s competing with -- Siggy / Willian / Maddo / Rich / Pereyra type guys -- but I’m not sure and I need to sit on it longer.
The other punty mad scientist legend in right now is none other then Riyad Mahrez... from where I’m sitting the KdB injury makes City’s first choice central-midfield Dinho / Dilva / Bilva and City’s first choice front line from left-to-right Raz / Kun / Mahrez... That’s what I’m seeing and that’s what I’m believing... Raz looks fabulous on the left and he can cut in on his right there, Mahrez was born and was bought to play RW/RF and cut in and take lots of shots and score goals and he’s flying in that role... Three 90 minute appearances on the bounce, full of form and confidence with the back to back double-digit hauls... It feels a risk worth taking to me with his extraordinarily high upside/ceiling... There will be rotation for sure but I feel good that he’ll mostly be in eleven. Fingers crossed.
FWD:
The two up top are funny.
Callum is in there. Form, eye-test, numbers, he has it all so far this season. King still injured also keeps him on pens... At least for the next few GWs I don’t even mind Bournemouth’s fixtures much so for me right now, this one was easy.
Glenner is number two forward going for me. After all this time, I’m back on Glenner... He’s just doing exactly what he always does -- score goals. He does it for a fucking living and has not slowed at all. Finding little space and getting shots off and dinking and donging and taking pens, Glenner is a Glenner merchant. He’s Harry Kane at 6 million cheaper... seems good... His stats are often abysmal, but usually against mid-to-bad sides his stats uptick and he takes more shots. Looking ahead to Brighton’s schedule for the next sixish GWs -- a lot of sides to rack up shots against. Get in there Glenner.
BENCH:
Bench slot one: Ruben Neves... Have happily shitted on Neves since GW1 bandwagon but here I am bringing him in as purely a bench guy and for me, for a bench guy, he ticks every box known to man... I wanted a stronger then usual bench dude (normally I’d just go for like Stephens here cheap/nailed) and Neves has legitimate double-digit haul upside against any team in the league by nature of being on pens and being on direct free-kicks (and really good at them). He plays 90 minutes every week, good on bones, good team (lotta 3 pointers in there because of Wolves cleans), and he shoots a ton... His shots are low as fuck xG of the Paul variety but for 5.0 getting someone who can shoot upwards of 6 times a match gives him a nice - like I said - high ceiling for an autosub guy. I like it. I’m into it. Get in there. Treat me.
Bench slot two: Isaac Success... potential 4.5 starter at forward need I say more? He’s good and even if he’s dropped once Deeney is fit he’ll always be Watford’s first attacker off of the bench with a chance for some points. He’s a good guy.
Bench slot three: Ryan Bennett of Wolves... He’s started and played 90′ every week this season, Wolves defense is good, he’s 4.2m, it’s a simple good pick... Autosubs have been outta control this season so let’s go get it. Wolves have some bad fixtures coming up but Benny is very startable in the good ones. Just good depth. Get in there.
CAP:
On big Mo.
Fantastic player, fantastic form, pretty good fixture. Ok I’m into it.
My one slight fear is that Arsenal go into turtle bus mode like they did second half vs. Chelsea out of pure fear of getting fucked sideways... But maybe Arsecast being at home makes this less likely? We’ll see. Either way - Mo’s a great horse to back in this moment and Arsenal’s defenders are completely horrendous.
Get in Mo.
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