Jowi prompts "Can you write where both Caroline and klaus disciplin Marcel and then after the spanks, marcel gets veary upset later he runs away and then they went to look for him they confronst him and cuddle him, as a mother and dady would do "
Once again, Marcel is treated very much like a child here, but he needs it.
Marcel swings his jacket over his shoulder as he quickly walks down the stairs. He double checks the cameras to the large garage to make sure the Range Rover is gone, alongside the Porsche and Ford 1-50. The only left behind is his own BMW alongside Caroline's Volvo and Hayley's Jaguar. Knowing his aunt headed out with Elijah and Kol for some family bonding day, he's in the clear.
He feels for his keys in his pocket alongside his wallet and heads straight for the door. Before his hand can even fall on the knob, he hears a throat clear behind him. Marcel turns. Caroline stands before him, a raised brow and hands on her hips.
"Caroline, hey." Marcel gives a small wave. "I'll be back in a bit."
"Where exactly do you think you're going?"
Marcel makes a face at her tone. She almost sounds like Hayley does scolding Kol. "Rousseau's?" It comes out more of a question than a statement, so he clears his own throat. "Rousseau's," he repeats a little more confident. "Just grabbing drinks with Thierry."
"I don't think so."
Marcel chuckles nervously. "Excuse me?"
"Your father grounded you."
He rolls his eyes, waving her off. "He's off playing the big bad king. I'll be back long before he comes home."
"No, because you're not going anywhere," Caroline says, her voice firm.
Marcel's face falls. Caroline stands firm, her gaze a bit too motherly for his taste. She's not…no.
"You can drop the act," he says. "Klaus isn't here."
She shakes her head, her blonde ponytail bobbing in the process. "It's not an act. Whatever rules your father puts in place, I'm going to enforce."
Marcel's mouth drops open, making incoherent sounds that vaguely resemble a whine. "N…no!" He takes a deep breath. "Care, come on. I know you're my step-mom, but…"
"No buts, unless it's yours heading back up to your room."
"You can't do this!" Marcel snaps. "I'm not a child!"
"If you want to break rules and talk back, you can go have some quiet time in your room. Just as Kol does when he's acting out."
"I'm not Kol!" Marcel growls. "And you're not my mother! I'm going to the bar."
Marcel twists the doorknob. Before it can open, he feels a tug on his ear, pulling him down a little. His jacket falls onto the ground.
"Ow! Caroline! Stop it!"
She ignores him, dragging him by his ear to the living room. Marcel tries in vain to get away from her. How is this possible?! She was only turned about 6 years ago!
Caroline doesn't bring him to his room, rather the corner. A small stool sits there. Elijah recognizes it as one of Kol's few naughty spots. There's one in the living room, the kitchen, Hayley and Elijah's room as well as the young vampire's. Marcel always smirks when he sees him sit in the corner, pouting and usually rubbing at his bottom.
Now, he's being pushed down into it. The stool is low to the ground and he has to hold his knees to his chin. Marcel wiggles, attempting to get up. Caroline keeps a hand on his shoulder to keep him down.
"You'll sit here while I call your father and see how he wants to handle this."
Marcel manages to yank away and get up. He vamps towards the door, but Caroline is faster. She once again grabs his ear and bends him over. Before he can even attempt to push her off, she lands 5 quick, hard swats to the seat of his jeans. Marcel yelps. He throws his hands back, but she pins them to his back, popping his bottom thrice more. Marcel jumps. He's never seen Caroline spank anyone! It's well-known that everyone in the house is allowed to spank Kol (except Marcel for obvious reasons), but as far as Marcel knows, only Elijah, Hayley, Klaus and one time Matt has done that. Caroline usually just gives a Look and Kol falls into line.
He's not Kol! That little brat needs to be thrashed and shoved into a naughty corner. It's what he deserves! Marcel isn't a little boy!
"You will sit in that corner," Caroline voice is firm, fierce, smacking his bottom again. "Or I will go get the paddle from your uncle's office."
Marcel stills at the threat of Elijah's rarely used tool. It's always a last resort. He's really fucked up if he's being threatened with it.
He allows Caroline to lead him back to the stool, not needing to be dragged by his ear this time nor shoved down. The spanks have already healed, but the memory hasn't. Caroline adjusts him so he's fully facing the wall. She doesn't exit the room, rather takes just a few steps away before pulling out the phone. Marcel hugs his knees close and rests his chin atop them. He can hear his father's voice from the other end.
"Hello, love."
"We had an escape attempt," she says.
Klaus' voice grows concerned. "What do you mean?"
"Marcel casually tried to walk out of the house. He felt the grounding didn't apply if you or Elijah were out of the house." Marcel flushes. How had she figured out he wouldn't have done this if his uncle were home? He hears his father sigh. "Then when I told him to go to his room, he still tried to leave. And gave me a hard time about going in timeout."
Concern morphs into disappointment. Marcel wiggles, clamping his eyes shut. "That stubborn boy," his papa mutters.
Caroline looks over her shoulder at her step-son. "I gave him a few swats and he's sitting on Kol's stool now. What would you like me to do?"
"I'm on my way home. Please fetch the brush, the one I keep in my studio. I shouldn't be more than 10 minutes."
"Of course."
After exchanging an "I love you", Caroline hangs up the phone. She exits the room without a word. Marcel does his best to curl further into himself. The pain from his papa's spanking is sure to last.
He feels like a naughty 10-year-old. Hell, children of that age are probably too old for corner time. It was always his papa's preferred punishment way back when. That, writing lines and an early bedtime. Marcel groans. He had a bedtime and curfew until he faked his death. A decorated soldier and his papa still made him go to bed before 11. He has a feeling that's about to be re-introduced.
Caroline returns to the room after a few minutes. Not long after, Marcel hears the garage door open followed by the Range Rover pull in. Marcel opens his eyes and tries to sit up as straight as possible. Klaus' scent enters the room. Marcel hears his father and step-mother exchange a quick kiss, whispering about his misdeeds once again.
"Marcellus," Klaus' strict, hybrid king voice takes over. "Come here. Now."
Marcel falls into line, slowly walking over. He keeps his eyes on the floor. Klaus tips his chin up so they're looking eye to eye. Disappointment takes over the hybrid's face. Marcel frowns.
"What happened?" Klaus asks.
Marcel shrugs. "Caroline told you."
"I want to hear it from you."
"I…I tried to go out," he mumbles.
"Louder," Klaus reprimands. "I want to hear you."
Marcel clears his throat. "I tried to go out. Caroline told me not to and told me to go to my room. I didn't listen. Then she dragged me by my ear!" He pouts, hoping to appeal to his dad's soft side. "She treated me like a naughty little kid."
"Well, you were certainly acting like one." Klaus shakes his head. "Then what happened?"
"I managed to get away from her and she…she spanked me!" Marcel glances over at his step-mother. She looks unapologetic. "She can't do that!"
"She absolutely can," Klaus says. Marcel's jaw drops open. "If Hayley and Elijah are allowed to thrash you, why would it be any different for Caroline? She's your step-mother."
"But…but…"
"No, no more talking back. I am severely disappointed in you, Marcel," Klaus says, shaking his head. Marcel frowns. "You have earned yourself a longer grounding."
Marcel pushes his face away from his papa. "No!"
Klaus tilts his head. "Pardon?"
"You can't keep me here!"
"Oh, yes, I can. If you want to earn your spot back, you will follow my rules. Now, are you going to drop your trousers?"
"No!" Marcel yells. "I'm not doing this anymore!"
He attempts to run off, but Klaus grabs him by the arm. The hybrid sits down. In the blink of an eye, Marcel's jeans and boxers are at his ankles. A quick whoosh and he's over his papa's knee. Klaus' palms rain down in quick succession. Marcel kicks his legs, earning him swats in between his thighs. It doesn't take long for the tears to well up.
"Ahhh!" Marcel cries. "Nooo!"
"I am getting quite tired of that word," Klaus informs him, continuing to warm up his thighs. Marcel grits his teeth, clenching onto the couch. "I want to hear either "Yes, sir", "Yes, Papa," "Yes, ma'am" or "Yes, Caroline"." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Marcel whines. "Are we clear?"
"Owwww!"
Klaus' hand returns to his bottom, getting his sit spot twice. Marcel's hands fly back and Klaus thwaps his knuckles. It brings him back to how Elijah would use the ruler when he acted up during his lessons. Klaus moves his hands to his head. Marcel howls as three more blows are delivered to each cheek. Tears fall quickly down his cheeks. He sniffles, trying to keep the snot back.
Marcel senses Caroline simply standing behind him. He bites his lip in embarrassment. This isn't the first time she's seen him half-naked but it still isn't any easier.
"Papa! Stop!" Marcel pleads. Another two hits to his sit spot. "Ouchie!"
"Yes, that's it, let it all out," Klaus soothes, popping his thighs twice. "Caroline, the brush, please."
"Noooo!" The younger vampire wails.
He's ignored. The hard side of the brush smacks against his sit spot. Marcel wants to kick his legs and thrash his arms. He resists, knowing one, it'll make it worse and two, he'll look like a little boy. The snot and tears mix together, dripping down his face.
"Will you disrespect your step-mother again?" Klaus asks, paddling his bottom with the brush.
POP!
POP!
POP!
"Nooo!" Marcel yelps. "Owww!"
"Are you grounded?" Klaus drums the brush up and down his left cheek, heating it up further.
"Ye…OUCH! Yes! Yes!"
Klaus is silent for the rest of the spanking. Embarrassment builds up in Marcel as he knows what's to come next. He's expected to apologize to Caroline, then he'll sit on his papa's lap while he wipes his face. It's too much, it's all just too much.
He waits until the spanking is over, not wanting to get anything added on. As soon as his father starts to sit him up, Marcel pulls up his boxers and jeans in quick succession. He yelps in pain, ignoring his father trying to stop him.
"I…I'm sorry," Marcel makes out with a shaky breath, barely looking in Caroline's direction.
Without another word, he vamps up the stairs. His bottom feels as if it's on fire, in dire need of some lotion. As soon as he's in his room, Marcel locks the door and throws himself down, tummy first. He buries his face in the pillows, wiping his tears and snot against them. Marcel sobs, ignoring the knocks at his door.
He hates that he wants cuddles. Not just from his father, but step-mother as well. It's not supposed to be like this. He's the king! Marcel's childhood ended long ago. He should hate his parents for the spankings, groundings and timeouts. And yet, it never feels all that bad.
No. No! He can't do this. Marcel will not fall into the trap of needing people again.
Marcel rubs at his behind and dashes for the window. He throws it open and jumps down, landing on both feet below. The young vampire yelps, wiping at his face with one hand, rubbing his throbbing behind with the other. He does his best to ignore the pain. His vamping is off from both the sore bum paired with his heightened emotions. Marcel isn't sure where he's headed, he just runs as fast as he can, holding onto the seat of his jeans in the process. He allows the tears and snot continue to flow.
Eventually, it's all too much. He isn't even off the property when he collapses against a tree. Marcel bounces on his bottom, trying to heal himself. His breathing grows uneven. He covers his ears as Klaus and Caroline vamp over.
"I…I didn't run from a spanking or timeout!" He makes out, trying to back up.
"You're not in trouble," Caroline whispers.
Marcel shakes his head. The two crouch in front of him. Klaus tries to take him into his arms, but his son struggles against him. It takes a few tries before he pulls him into a cradle position. He gently rocks him. Marcel shakes his head.
"Y…you should hate me," he sobs.
"Never," Klaus' voice is soft, filled with love.
"I…I'm gonna keep running."
"You can try, I will always come get you." Klaus bounces him a little. "My little warrior."
Caroline rubs her hand up and down his leg. Marcel looks up at her through tearstained eyes. She gives him a soft smile.
"You…you don't want to be my step-mom," he chokes out.
"Yes, I do," Caroline wipes his tears with her thumb. "I love you very much." Marcel shakes his head. "Don't fight it, Marcel. We're both here for you. It's like your papa says. You can keep running, but we'll find you and bring you home every time."
Marcel buries his head in Klaus' shoulder, continuing to cry. Klaus simply rocks him and presses kisses to the top of his head. Caroline rubs his back and whispers soothing words into his ear. Marcel tears slowly stop and his sobs morph into hiccups. He clings tightly to his papa. Klaus rises to his feet, keeping him close. Caroline follows the two inside. Rather than his own room, Marcel is carried to Caroline and Klaus'. His step-mother sits on the bed. Much to Marcel's surprise, he's settled onto her lap. He whimpers in pain as she adjusts him so she's holding him as his father was prior. She grabs some tissues and wipes his face. Marcel wiggles.
"Be still, this is all very yucky," Caroline whispers. Marcel doesn't settle, moving his head. She somehow manages to get it all before resuming patting his back as he continues to hiccup. "Papa is going to get you some jammies and then you'll take a nap."
"Naps are…hic…for babies."
"They're for young boys who are clearly cranky," Caroline corrects.
Klaus returns a moment later, holding a pair of flannel pajama pants and a sweatshirt. While Caroline holds him, Klaus manages to change his son. Marcel whines as his bottom is moved a bit too much. Klaus rubs it, removing just a bit of the pain. Once he's redressed, Klaus pulls back the covers. Caroline gently lays Marcel on his stomach, rubbing his back once more. He buries his head in the pillow, clinging to the top sheet for comfort.
"Sleep, my little warrior," Klaus whispers. "We shall talk when you wake up."
Marcel wants to argue, but his eyes are already closed. It's easy to give into the exhaustion…
By the time he awakes, Marcel is in the middle of the bed. Caroline and Klaus sit atop the covers on either side. His step-mother still rubs his back. Marcel rubs at his eyes, managing to sit up a little. He can't hold back the yelp from the pain radiating off his still very sore bottom. Klaus bites his wrist and pulls Marcel close, offering it to him. Ravenous, Marcel takes two big sips. A bit more of his pain melts as Klaus' blood heals him. Caroline gently pushes the wrist away before it can all disappear. Marcel whines, trying to grab it again, but Klaus heals the wound.
"You can have some more later," he says. "I want you to feel that for a bit longer."
Marcel sighs. "I guess."
"What happened today cannot again," his father continues.
"I know," Marcel whispers, looking over at Caroline. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like you can't tell me what to do."
"No, but you are forgiven," she says, patting his cheek and smiling.
Klaus taps his shoulder so he's facing him. "I meant what I said, your grounding is now doubled. You will not leave the house without permission. I am allowing Kol to use his magic to set a spell that will keep the doors and windows from opening if you touch them."
Marcel frowns. "Kol has to know?"
"Elijah and Hayley don't hide his punishments from you, the same curtesy will be applied here." Marcel sighs. "It has also become apparent that you continue to not take very good care of yourself."
"I'm eating and having my blood," Marcel argues.
"And yet, I hear you up most nights," Caroline's voice is not unkind. "It doesn't matter how much blood you drink, sleep is important for maintaining strength as well as keep you from having your fits."
"I'm implementing your old bedtime," Klaus says. Marcel groans. "I don't want to hear it. You shall be in bed by 10. Teeth brush, bathed, in pajamas. If you wish, we can tuck you in."
"We can also decide if you need a nap during the day," his step-mother adds. "If you are cranky or get a spanking, it's non-negotiable. This all goes for after your grounding is over."
"I'm not a child," Marcel whispers.
"Act like an adult and we will treat you like one. Until then, you need your parents to help you."
Marcel folds his arms over his chest. He could easily run. Go back to his home, refuse to allow them in. Well, he already granted them entry. Maybe if he transferred the deed then took it back…the thought is exhausting.
"Furthermore, I'm taking your keys for the duration of your grounding," Klaus says. "That way you are no tempted."
"Seriously? You don't think that's too much?"
"No, I do not. You are lucky I don't keep it at the impound lot." Marcel vigorously shakes his head. "'Tis what I thought."
Klaus kisses the top of his head. Marcel rests his head on his shoulder.
"I love you," Klaus whispers. "We both do."
"I love you, Papa," Marcel mumbles. He looks at his step-mother. "Love you, Caroline."
She smiles, gently squeezing his chin. "I love you too, sweetheart."
Caroline is definitely the Hayley of this dynamic. She is unassuming...but Marcel won't get away with crap with her. It also means she loves him very much.
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