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Okay, so, I was expecting to keep the crossover as a one-off for funzies... But a headcanon from Draculaura has inspired me to make more. Because their ides is so fun. Does it change things slightly from the original AU? Yes, but frankly, I don't care.

The Walters, Agent and Master/Wrestler, are cousins as are the Axels, Servant and Puppe. The Walters knew of each other but weren't close, and Wrestler Walter was almost always trying to match up to Agent because he took the cushy, luxurious job that was expected of a Hahn. But when he bragged about finding a Barthel who served him as loyally as their ancestors, that got Agent's attention and he went looking for his own Barthel.

He did his research and found one who modelled, although he was under contract with Bernhard.. So he pulled some strings to get Puppe with him and then bragged about his own Barthel. They spoke frequently about them and honestly thought they were on the same page.. They were not. Agent Walter even thought that Wrestler Walter was the cruel one, after all, he frequently hit his Barthel in training and matches and made him train so harshly.

The Walters had actually arranged for their Axels to meet. They were going to discuss a potential shoot with both Axels. Agent Walter fully expected for wrestler Axel to decide he liked being a sweet little doll better, and Walter could have TWO Puppes. He already had a Russian nesting doll in mind and had planned a dozen pretty outfits. The wrestlers were going to meet Agent and Puppe, and that's where chapter one picks up.

Bit of a paraphrasing of the idea but I really like it. I hope you like it as much as me and want to see more. Requests and suggestions are more than welcome.

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"You did very well, Puppe." Walter hummed, gently raising his chin.

"Mhm." Axel nodded.

Axel didn't particularly like these location shoots, but he'd much rather sit on the bench than be put in one of the more dangerous situations. But it was cold. Maybe not to Walter, but it was for Axel.. But he sat quietly, he let them do what they needed to do.

"You don't mind sitting out here for a little bit, do you? They want me to look at the photographs and make sure everything looks good." Walter gently trailed his hand through Axel's hair.

"I'll be good." Axel looked up at him.

"I know you will, Puppe." Walter smiled.

Axel watched as Walter walked the short distance into the nearby into the building they were using. He didn't like being by himself, but he allowed himself to shiver at least.. Slightly while he was out of Walter's view. They had the blinds drawn, so he presumed they just didn't want any interruptions... And then it started to rain. Axel whimpered and curled in on himself as his clothes slowly became drenched and- This had happened before, why wasn't Walter coming to at least bring him inside. He could sit quietly on the floor like a good doll, he wouldn't make a sound.. He just didn't want to freeze out here, he didn't like being wet and-

"Hey, are you alright?" A soft voice asked him.

Axel blinked as the rain suddenly.. Stopped. He let out a shaky breath and looked up, realizing that someone was holding an umbrella over his head. When he looked up, Axel saw a man that looked.. Sort of like himself, younger and healthier but... Then Axel looked beside him and saw another man that looked like a younger version of Walter. Axel tried to hide his shivering as he looked up at them, silent. While he wanted to speak them, he didn't think he was allowed to.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He smiled softly,"My name's Axel. What's yours?"

And Axel blinked,"That's my name too.. Axel."

"Oh- We came to meet you and Walter. Didn't we, love?" Other Axel looked back at the other man,"Walter?"

Another Axel and another Walter. Huh. Puppe thought that was fun. In truth, he was just glad not to be in the rain anymore. Although before he could say anything else, his Walter began to approach and Puppe physically shrunk. The other Walter noticed and he didn't take to kindly to this other Axel being so afraid of this man, of his cousin. This other Axel reminded him of his own Axel in a way, which made sense, but he was more fragile and he wanted to protect him.

"Puppe, I thought I told you not to talk to people without my permission." Agent Walter looked to Puppe, reaching for him.

But Walter stopped him, grabbing the Agent's wrist,"Don't touch him."

"Excuse me?" Agent blinked,"That's my Barthel. He's mine to-"

"Yours? God, you should be ashamed of yourself. Look at the state of the poor thing, he looks so frail." Walter pointed.

"That's his look, people like him like that. He is my Puppe." Agent sighed, pulling his hand out of Walter's grip.

Puppe whimpered as the confrontation escalated and Axel tried to soothe him as Walter and the Agent continued to argue. Walter briefly turned to him, ordering Axel back to the car before a scuffle began. Despite desperately wanting to protect his master, Axel obeyed and brought the trembling Puppe back to the car with him. Axel was a smaller man himself but.. Looking closer, he realized Walter was right. He was so frail, and he looked so.. Scared. After getting him situated in the car, Axel tried speaking to and soothing him until Walter returned... With bruised knuckles and a bloody nose.

"Sir." Axel cupped his cheek, studying his face,"You're hurt."

"You should see the other guy." Walter shrugged.

"..You didn't hurt him too badly, did you?" Puppe asked slowly.

Walter glanced back at Puppe and his face softened when he saw him,"No, no, I didn't."

"Let's just go home, okay?" Axel gently rubbed his arm.

The pair hated seeing the state Puppe was in. He had to be incredibly malnourished, he was visibly anxious and he was soaking wet. Could they get in trouble for this? Yes. But Walter didn't care. He was going to help this poor man and carefully nurse him back to health. Why? Well.. He didn't know why. But Walter felt like he had to protect Puppe, had to look after him. When they arrived home, Walter scooped up Puppe and carried him inside, Axel following close behind him. He sat him on the sofa and left him with Axel while he went to grab some towels and fresh clothes for him. Axel sat at Puppe's side, gently rubbing his back to soothe him when.. He felt something. He furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what Axel had on underneath his turtleneck.

"Hey, Puppe.. Can you take off your turtleneck for me?" Axel asked slowly.

Puppe looked a little hesitant, but he complied. And Axel froze. Puppe slowly and with some difficulty, removed his turtleneck to reveal.. A corset, what Axel must have been feeling, a neck corset and boned gloves that Axel never noticed before. Axel was in shock as he studied the man sat beside him, as he looked at his very visible ribs and pale skin that was verging on sickly.

"Oh my god.." Axel breathed out.

"Is.. Is something wrong?" Puppe asked him.

"No, well, yes. Do you always wear these, Puppe?" Axel questioned.

And Puppe nodded,"Walter likes it when I'm less mobile, it makes me more doll-like and.. Perfect."

"Okay.. Well, I think my Walter might take them off, alright? A break would be nice, and you'd be able to relax and dry off properly." Axel suggested.

"That.. That sounds nice." Puppe told him.

Axel smiled softly and Walter soon returned, equally horrified at the sight in front of him. It took mere minutes for Walter to carefully remove each of the devices on Puppe, watching the boy slowly fill with relief. He stretched out his fingers, wincing as he just barely got them to fully extend, once the neck corset was off he was desperate to try and breathe, only stopped by the main corset. And once the corset was removed, Walter wrapped the towel around him so Puppe could properly dry himself. Both of them did notice the issues he was having with his shoulders, struggling to move them or raise them much or for too long so Axel took over and helped him dry his hair.

Once they were done, Walter just picked him up and held him. The poor thing seemed desperate for physical closeness and clung onto Walter, hiding his face in his shoulder. Walter rubbed his back and Axel went to make some tea, he knew Puppe could probably use something in his system. Meanwhile, Walter continued with his cuddling. This stranger, another Barthel, had been totally deprived of cuddles and physical affection so Walter decided that he'd make sure Puppe felt loved and cared for here. When Axel returned with two cups of tea, Walter slowly lessened his grip on Puppe and took his own cup.

"Puppe, that other cup is for you." Axel hummed.

"Oh- Sorry, no, I can't have that." Puppe shook his head,"I'm only allowed such indulgences if I'm sick and only a few sips."

"Well, that changes now." Axel pointed as he sat at Puppe's side,"With us, you're going to be cared for. No starving, no pain, no fear.. You're safe, and you're allowed to eat or drink whenever you need to."

"But dolls don't need to eat or drink as much as people, we're good at going without." Puppe assured them.

"Is that what he told you? That you're a doll, not a person?" Walter raised a brow.

Puppe blinked,"Of course, I'm a very good doll."

"I'm.. Sure you are." Axel nodded slowly,"But you don't need to be a doll anymore, you just need to be.. You."

"But- That's all I am." Puppe told him,"I'm too stupid to be anything else, that's why I-"

"Puppe, he told you a lot of lies." Walter shook his head,"You're a person, not a doll. You aren't stupid. You deserve to be treated well."

"Are you sure?" Puppe asked slowly, his voice barely there.

"I'm sure." Walter nodded.

Puppe did try to lift the cup, but his hands were shaky so Axel took the cup for him. He helped Puppe finish the entire cup, and rubbed his back. And he looked to Walter, both of them sharing a look of agreement. They would need to take Puppe to the doctor at some point to get his shoulders looked at. After he'd had his tea, Walter scooped up Puppe and brought him to their spare bedroom and carefully tucked him into bed. Puppe looked surprised even by this, had he not even been allowed a bed before? Walter.. He didn't want the answer. It only took Walter gently petting his hair to get him to fall asleep and he finally looked.. Peaceful.

"I should've killed his agent." Walter spat,"I don't care if he's my cousin, he deserves it."

"Sir." Axel sighed, gently kissing his cheek.

"He does, Axel. Look what he did to Puppe." Walter pointed,"The poor thing is starved half to death and he can barely pick up a cup."

"I know, but I'd rather have you here with me than in jail." Axel nuzzled against his neck,"And we're going to help him."

"Yeah.." Walter tilted his head and rested it on Axel's head.

"I'll make him something to eat for when he wakes up, something small so he doesn't get sick.. He's probably starving." Axel told him.

"You're- Axel, you know how good you are, right?" Walter looked down at him.

"Just doing what I'm good at." Axel smiled up at him,"Taking care of people."

"You're very good at taking care of people." Walter picked up Axel, bringing him back to their room,"But now it's time for you to rest."

"Walter." Axel sighed.

"What? Would you like to wear one of my hoodies again?" Walter asked.

"W- I mean, that would be nice, sir, but-" Axel stammered, but Walter had already moved to his closet.

"Here." Walter pulled out one of his hoodies and smirked,"Do you want me to put it on you?"

Axel's face flushed,"I can do it myself, sir."

Walter approached Axel, pulling his hoodie around him and kissing the top of his head. Axel hugged Walter, resting his head on Walter's shoulder as his boyfriend held him close. Even though he would've happily slept on the floor each night, Walter had been very insistent over the past few weeks that Axel slept in bed with him. It was significantly more comfortable and Axel would be lying if he said he didn't want to always be lying in Walter's embrace. Axel was also very fond of wearing Walter's clothes. He'd initially expected a uniform of sorts, but wearing Walter's clothes essentially showed who he belonged to.

"I love you, Walter." Axel smiled softly.

"I love you too, Axel." Walter hummed, running his hand through Axel's hair.

And over the course of however many weeks, Axel carefully nursed Puppe back to health. He wasn't one hundred percent, of course not, but he was doing better than when they first found him. It took a while to even get him eating somewhat normally. Puppe insisted that he wasn't worth the effort, that Axel would be better off not wasting his time trying to fix a broken doll. Axel disagreed. Puppe didn't deserve to live like this, and Axel wanted to help him. He sat at his bedside and fed him, little by little until his ribs were slowly becoming less visible. Puppe seemed a little upset over it, but Axel understood.. His whole life essentially had been spent trying to be perfect and this wasn't. It took.. A lot for Puppe to get used to this, not suffering.

They made sure he rested his shoulders after confirming injuries to his rotator cuffs and even got him started working with a physiotherapist. Puppe was very grateful for everything, grateful to be cared for and.. Loved. Even though he didn't fully understand why they treated him so well, Puppe was very glad to be there. And while Axel tried to prevent him from doing anything too strenuous, Puppe was more than willing to split the chores with Axel. One day, Walter went out to get the groceries and sort out some business, so Axel and Puppe worked on the apartment for essentially the whole day, working their asses off before collapsing on the sofa.

"You did really well today." Axel told him, wrapping an arm around Puppe.

"So did you." Puppe yawned, cuddling into Axel's shoulder,"My Walter never used to let me clean, he wanted to protect my skin, but.. It's so nice being able to repay your kindness."

Axel smiled softly,"After we found you, there was no way Walter was going to let you suffer anymore than you already have."

"And I am so grateful." Puppe hummed,"You're the most amazing people I've ever met."

"I wouldn't go that far, I just like to help people." Axel chuckled.

"But it's true." Puppe pointed,"Everyone else was content with watching me suffer because I was just a pretty doll... But with you, I'm not. I'm.. I'm someone."

"You are someone." Axel repeated,"We could give you a new name if you want, so you aren't just.. Puppe."

Puppe paused,"Maybe later. I just want to rest.."

"That's.." Axel yawned,"That's a good idea."

When Walter returned, he found his boys curled up together on the sofa in a tight ball of tangled limbs. He thought it was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. And they looked far too comfortable for him to wake them or move them so he went and grabbed a blanket before covering them up. There. His sweet boys, fast asleep on the sofa.

"I love you." Walter leaned down and kissed Axel's forehead, gently ruffling his hair,"You've done an incredible job, both of you, and now it's time to rest."

Walter sat on his armchair after moving it closer to the sofa, just so he could sit and play with Axel's hair. Of course it was Axel's job to do things for him, but he still didn't want his sweet boy getting sick or overworking himself again. He was happy to let him rest and honestly, quite like watching him looking so peaceful. He was also glad that Axel and Puppe got along so well and, well, that they were both happy and safe. That's all Walter cared about.

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"Walter, just look at him." Axel sighed softly.

"I know- I know, but he does need clothes of his own." Walter shook his head,"Our clothes drown him."

"He does look really sweet though." Axel hummed.

Walter chuckled,"That's how I feel when you wear my clothes."

And it was true, both Axel and Puppe looked so sweet wearing Walter's clothes.. But Puppe even looked tiny in Axel's clothes. It was adorable, but also showed how much work they needed to do to get him a healthier weight. When Puppe came to them, he was covered in those little torture devices and back with his Agent he had a lot of things to cover them.. But Puppe didn't really have any clothes. He had his turtleneck and the trousers that were certainly a size too small, even on him.

They knew Puppe would be fine just wearing their clothes, he would never complain, but they would need to get him something. Neither Walter nor Axel had much money, certainly not enough to buy him a whole new wardrobe, but they could at least get him something. Something nice.. Puppe deserved that, at the very least. So, as they thought of what to do, they sat beside a sleeping Puppe on the sofa, Axel smiling as he snuggled against him. Although, eventually, Puppe did wake up.

"Oh- Good morning." Puppe blinked as he looked up at them.

"Good morning." Axel hummed,"Did you sleep well?"

"I did." Puppe hummed, rubbing any lingering sleep from his eyes.

"Well, Puppe, we were thinking and.. How would you like if we got you some clothes of your own?" Walter asked him,"Just so you don't always need to wear ours."

"That would be nice." Puppe nodded slowly.

"Well, we can go out this weekend and you can pick some things out." Walter told him.

"I.. Can pick?" Puppe blinked.

"Of course." Axel hummed,"Is that okay?"

"Yes- Well, I just.. I've never been allowed to pick anything before." Puppe admitted.

"Well, that all changes, okay?" Walter gently patted his back.

"Okay." Puppe nodded,"You really should just pick something for me, sir."

"..Do you have any preferences on what you want?" Walter raised a brow.

"No, sir, I really don't mind." Puppe shook his head quickly, his voice definitely more quiet.

Axel got up and made breakfast for the three of them, leaving Walter and Puppe together on the sofa. It was nice seeing Puppe gradually relaxing around them, finally feeling safe around them. Walter loved it, ruffling Puppe's hair and reassuring him when Axel returned with their plates. As they ate, Puppe tried to pass some of his food to Axel to make sure he was eating enough but Axel kept giving it back to Puppe. The poor thing was already tiny enough and Axel wasn't going to let him even attempt to starve himself. He deserved to eat.

It was later that day as Walter was looking through some of Puppe's old pictures, mainly to see what he'd worn before and how bad things got whole Axel spoke with Puppe in the other room. He was quiet, sticking close to Axel's side as they watched a documentary that Walter had put on for them. It took a while before Puppe spoke up, gently squeezing Axel's hand.

"Axel.." Puppe spoke softly,"About.. My clothes."

"Oh- What about them?" Axel asked, glad to finally get some semblance of an opinion from Puppe.

"Well, the straightjacket is always better than having my arms behind me." Puppe told him.

And Axel tensed, almost taken aback by the suddenness of the statement,"The.. Straightjacket?"

"Yes, Agent.. He liked it a lot." Puppe looked down,"I.. I don't react to the pain until I can't hold it in, so please.. Tell Walter not to tighten it much further."

"I.. I will." Axel swallowed, pulling Puppe into a hug.

Puppe relaxed in Axel's embrace, but Axel was incredibly worried. Puppe felt safe with them.. But he still expected to be treated poorly. Axel would never dream of hurting Puppe, ever, and he was certain that Walter felt the same way. And he knew he needed to mention this to Walter. So, after he and Puppe let go of each other, Axel made his way through to where Walter was.

"Ah, Axel." Walter hummed, looking up at him,"I've been struggling to find things from his pictures that he might like."

"..We're not putting him in a straightjacket, right?" Axel asked.

"Wh- Of course not." Walter stood quickly, making his way to Axel's side,"What made you think that? Has Puppe been worried?"

"He mentioned it.." Axel swallowed,"And he said that he didn't make a sound until he couldn't hold it in, so don't tighten it much further."

"Poor thing.." Walter sighed.

"I always think it can't get much worse and then, well.. He unveils something even worse than the last time." Axel rested his head on Walter's shoulder,"That Agent- He's evil. I know I shouldn't speak that way about a Hahn but-"

"No, you're absolutely right. That is no way to treat anyone, regardless of if they're 'yours'." Walter shook his head, instinctively rubbing Axel's back,"In fact, that makes it worse. Puppe trusted his Agent to protect and care for him.."

"And he didn't." Axel nodded.

"No straightjackets, no corsets." Walter stated,"Nothing too tight and restrictive either, only things that are going to be comfortable."

And thankfully, Walter ended up coming across the 'Puppy Photoshoot'. It was the only pictures of Puppe that he could find where he didn't look like he would be trying to hide or mask his pain or discomfort. That smile.. Was genuine. He couldn't find the exact items and even if he could, Walter probably couldn't afford them. But he found a few similar looking things. Could he afford to get Puppe a whole new wardrobe? No. But he got him a few things, all warm and soft.

When Walter handed them over, Puppe still seemed shocked that it was happening. Then he got changed and practically ran into Walter's arms, nestling his head right against his chest. Walter couldn't count the amount of times he said thank you and how he promised to be so good.. Walter just gently petted his hair and let Puppe sit comfortably on the sofa while he and Axel got busy with some work they needed to do. Axel busied himself around the kitchen, but Walter sat near Puppe while looking through his emails so he wasn't alone. Puppe seemed to appreciate it.

It was later that evening when Axel, on a mandated break set by Walter, and Puppe sat together in the spare bedroom. Puppe was sat cross-legged on the bed while Axel sat at his side. And they talked. Puppe was moreso listening to Axel, but he occasionally spoke up to add what little opinions he had on matters. And, of course, he could talk to Walter but.. Axel liked having someone like Puppe around, someone that he could just talk to. It was nice, and both of them could use it, just nice conversations. Eventually, the topic of conversation landed on Walter.

"Axel, can you.. Tell me more about Walter?" Puppe tilted his head,"I've seen how you act together but.."

"Of course." Axel smiled, patting Puppe's shoulder,"Well, Walter is my Master but he doesn't like that word."

"He doesn't?" Puppe blinked.

"No, and I don't really understand it. I'm his Barthel, he's my Master, my Hahn." Axel shrugged,"He says it doesn't feel right having his best friend, or boyfriend, call him Master."

"I see." Puppe nodded slowly.

As they were having that conversation, Walter walked past the door and.. Stopped. He overheard the comment about being Axel's Master and wanted to immediately interject. But he stopped himself. Walter lingered outside of the room and listened as Axel continued.

"Walter.. He's perfect, really." Axel hummed,"He never forces duties on me, they're more self-appointed, but I just love doing things for him."

"What do you do?" Puppe asked him.

"I cook for him, I clean up our apartment, when Walter's busy I go to the grocery store, things like that." Axel hummed,"Walter handles more of the training and work-related things. He likes being in charge their, and I like handling the home."

"I like that." Puppe smiled softly.

"It gets better." Axel told him,"Because Walter is so understanding and forgiving of mistakes, he hasn't punished me once."

"Lucky." Puppe looked away.

"Your Agent.. Punished you?" Axel's shoulders sank.

"He wasn't very nice." Puppe shook his head,"Sometimes I'd do everything right and he'd still hurt me."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Axel asked him, gently rubbing Puppe's back.

"..He sat me in the corner when I was 'bad' or just whenever he felt like it. Sometimes I got to watch my fish but.. Sometimes I wasn't allowed to face them. And he wouldn't let me eat some days, if he thought I was too big." Puppe told him.

"Too big?" Axel scoffed,"The nerve of him- You were so tiny when we met you."

"That wasn't enough for him." Puppe swallowed,"He made me do shoots in the water when I couldn't swim.. I had to do all these shoots in boxes and sit in a nesting doll- But I'm claustrophobic and.."

Puppe stopped, quickly rubbing his eyes. Axel tried to soothe him, rubbing his back and letting the sniffling Puppe rest his head on his shoulder. Poor thing.. But Puppe was safe now, he didn't need to worry about being hurt anymore. Hearing everything Puppe said about his cousin pissed Walter off- He didn't understand how anyone could be capable of hurting someone like Puppe.. Someone so sweet, someone filled with so much love.

"I'd be so grateful if Walter let me stay as his servant too." Puppe told him,"I'd be good for him, I promise."

"I know." Axel held him tight,"Walter would never send you away, not now.. You're safe here."

Puppe nodded, cuddling into Axel's side,"..Thank you."

"Anything for family.. I don't know if I'd be able to continue as I was knowing you were in pain." Axel sighed.

"You and Walter as amazing." Puppe hummed.

Hearing his boys talking so affectionately about him and one another.. Calmed Walter. He smiled and was about to walk in before his phone rang. When he looked it was a number he hadn't received calls from in a long time. But Walter answered.

"Mother..?" Walter asked slowly.

"Son, we need to talk." Christina told him.

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Walter felt awful after his phone call. He didn't speak often with his mother, only occasionally when she would check in on him.. And the first thing she does is accuse him of stealing a Barthel and tel him that the family needed to get together to discuss matters further. He understood why she couldn't just take his word for it, but he also hated it. Couldn't they just look up some of Puppe's work? In some of those images, it's so clear that he's in pain and miserable.. But no. And now, Walter would need to introduce both Puppe and Axel to his family. He was already worrying.. But was he just worried or was he expecting to be judged for his own treatment of his Barthels?

"Sir." Axel yawned as he walked through and curled up on Walter's lap.

"Axel- Before you get comfy, could you get Puppe for me?" Walter asked him, his hand resting on Axel's him.

"Of course. Why, is something wrong?" Axel questioned.

"Very wrong." Walter nodded,"And I don't want him to be surprised."

Axel nodded slowly and got up. He headed back into Puppe's room and brought him out to see Walter. The poor thing looked so nervous.. And Walter was sure his news wouldn't make him feel much better. Walter beckoned them both over and Axel curled up against his side as Puppe lingered in front of him.

"Sir? Axel said something bad happened.." Puppe swallowed.

"Yes." Walter sighed,"Now, I don't want you to panic but.. Your Agent is taking our situation up with our family. He wants them to decide.. Whether he can have you back or not."

"Can you tell them I don't want to go back, sir? Please- I can't go back!" Puppe pleaded, quickly taking Walter's hand.

"I want to, Puppe, I promise.. But my family and I aren't on great terms." Walter admitted.

"Walter left that life behind him wrestling. They didn't exactly.. Agree with his choice." Axel cleared his throat,"But we're going to do what we can to keep you here."

"I can't go back, sir.." Puppe whimpered.

"You won't- I won't let him touch you." Axel pulled Puppe into a tight embrace.

Walter smiled softly as Axel reassured and comforted Puppe. His boys.. Axel may have been more submissive, but Walter liked when he took control in situations like this. It was kind of hot- No. Don't think that, at least not now. Not when poor Puppe was close to tears in Axel's arms, struggling not to break down. It wasn't right. Walter had a sinking feeling that it would come to this but.. He was hoping his family would leave him alone, that he and his Barthels would be safe and protected.. But apparently not. They remained like that for a good while, Axel leaning against his side and Puppe curled up in Axel's lap, neither wanting to leave the safety of their positions.

When they did eventually head to Walter's parents house, Axel and Puppe sat in the back while Walter drove. They figured that's where they were expected to sit and, even though Axel usually sat in the passenger seat, he wanted to be able to comfort Puppe if he got upset again. He was so caring and that's what Walter loved about him. He cared so much, and it's part of why Walter loved him so much. Walter actually didn't realize that Puppe and Axel were holding hands to calm him down and it was genuinely adorable. No. He wasn't going to let his cousin ruin this for any of them, he was going to keep Puppe safe.

Arriving at the house.. Walter was filled with a nostalgic dread, of sorts. This was his childhood home, a lavish one at that and it filled him with so many positive memories from his childhood.. But then came the not-so-pleasant memories. The silent treatment after deciding he wanted to wrestle, the arguments that followed about his future.. The discussions about his love-life or lack thereof. He wasn't sure how to explain Axel to them and decided be just.. Wouldn't. That didn't even matter. They weren't here for him, no, they were here to make sure Puppe stayed safe... Walter wasn't sure he'd live very long if he was sent back to Agent, in fact, he was certain that Puppe would die soon if Agent ever got his hands on him.. Through some form of torture, be it asphyxiation or starvation or maybe, Puppe would just give up.

"Woah.." Axel blinked.

"I know." Walter sighed,"Come on, boys. Stay close to me, okay?"

"Okay, sir." Puppe nodded slowly, looking to Axel,"..Could I-"

"Do you want to hold my hand?" Axel asked him, a small smile on his face."

"Please?" Puppe bit his cheek.

It was a comfort thing. As they got out of the car, Axel took Puppe's hand and gently rubbed his thumb over his knuckles. Walter checked them over before they entered, fixing Axel's jacket and checking him over while cupping his face. Axel may have considered making Walter look presentable his job, but for Walter it was almost a nervous habit. It wasn't like he was worried about Axel looking messy or anything, to him Axel always looked perfect, he just didn't know or trust how his family would react to any of this. Axel actually quite liked this, swift tender moments like this. He knew they probably didn't mean much to Walter, but they meant everything to Axel.

As the entered, Axel and Puppe obeyed Walter's instructions, sticking close to him. Walter slowly slid off his coat as he locked eyes with his parents, Axel immediately taking it and folding it over his arm until he could find where to put it. Like an instinct, Axel and Puppe straightened in front of the other Hahns as Walter stood protectively in front of them. Regardless of who his family were or what he felt about them, those were his boys and he wasn't going to let anyone take them from him.

"Walter." Christina nodded to him, a soft smile on her face,"It's nice to have you back here, it's nice seeing you."

Walter swallowed, tense,"It's.. Nice to see you too."

"These are the Barthels?" Gunther, his father, looked between them.

"Yes." Walter nodded, subconsciously reaching behind him and Axel took his hand.

"I presume that one is yours?" Gunther raised a brow.

"..Yes, this is Axel." Walter slowly brought him forward, wrapping his arm around Axel's waist and pulling him close,"He's my Barthel."

His Barthel. Axel practically melted at just that phrase. Yes. He was Walter's Barthel, he was Walter's! He bit back his smile, knowing it wasn't the right time, but he did allow himself to lean into Walter's touch. Then, attention turned to Puppe who instinctively shrunk behind Walter, unsure whether he was allowed to touch him or-

"It's okay, honey." Christina spoke softly,"Can you come put so we can look at you properly?"

Walter looked back at the clearly distressed Puppe,"Puppe, it's alright. They won't hurt you."

"Promise, sir?" Puppe asked quietly.

"I promise." Walter nodded.

Puppe nodded slowly and stepped out from behind Walter. He kept his arms at his sides and his back straight, he wouldn't be seen not acting proper in front of a Hahn.. Although cowering from them probably wasn't very proper either. As Christina approached him, Puppe panicked and held his breath, falling right back into his old habits from the days of his mannequin shows. Maybe if he impressed Christina right now, she'd let him stay with Walter..

"Puppe.." Christina tilted her head,"Is that what you prefer to be called? Do you have a name?"

"W-well, my Lady, my agent always called me Puppe, and I used my dad's name as.. As a stage name almost." Axel stammered, looking down,"My.. My name is Marcel."

"Marcel, hm?" Christina hummed,"That's a nice name, isn't it?"

Marcel.. Nodded slowly. It didn't feel right, not at all. He'd gone so long without using it that he almost forgot his name. On instinct, he'd always responded to Axel or Puppe.. He almost forgot his real name. Wow. Marcel was so busy thinking about that fact that he didn't even notice Christina reaching out to him until she was mere inches from his face.. And he flinched. Marcel flinched and closed his eyes tight.

"Marcel, it's alright." Christina assured him, slowly lowering her hand and stroking his hair,"See?"

Marcel nodded slowly, relaxing slightly under her touch,"Yes, my lady."

"It's quite late, how about you two go sit in Walter's room while we talk." Christina looked between them,"Then you can rest and we can discuss what will happen to Marcel in the morning."

"Alright. Is there anything you need me to do first, my Lady?" Axel looked to her expectantly.

"No, I think everything is handled, Axel." Christina told him.

"Once you head upstairs, it's the first door on your left." Walter told him, gently rubbing Axel's side.

"Thank you, sir." Axel smiled up at him before gently leading Puppe away with him.

As soon as both Barthels were out of earshot, the room became tense again.. It was moreso between Gunther and Walter. Christina seemed rather pleased actually, she probably appreciated how sweet and polite his boys were. But, even now, Walter could tell that his father was still disappointed in him, regardless of how his boys acted.

"So.. You're still adamant about this whole wrestling thing?" Gunther sighed.

"Dad." Walter groaned,"I didn't come home for this."

"If you didn't get yourself in trouble then you wouldn't have come at all." Gunther crossed his arms.

"I wonder why." Walter scoffed.

"Staffing is a private matter, it doesn't concern you how your cousin-" Gunther began, but Walter didn't let him continue.

"Okay, no- I'm not just going to let him abuse someone just because he owns them." Walter pointed,"And he wanted to do the same thing to my Barthel, too."

"Boys, enough." Christina looked between them, silencing the disagreement,"We'll discuss this tomorrow."

"..Yes, mother." Walter swallowed, looking down.

As Walter went to walk past, Christina grabbed his arm,"Oh- And your boys are so polite. Tell them how much I appreciate that."

"I will, mother." Walter nodded.

And like that, he headed upstairs and he could only pray that his parents weren't still talking about him. They probably were. But by that point, Walter just wanted to get init bed and cuddle with Axel, he didn't care. When he entered his bedroom, it was quiet and he found both Barthels cuddled up together on the floor. Wanting cuddled himself and also not wanting them to sleep on the floor, Walter managed to pick them both up and lay them on his bed. They weighed practically nothing, so it wasn't too hard, he just didn't want to wake them.

Once they were in his bed, Walter covered them up before changing himself and getting in beside them. He hated how his father viewed him and his career and really hoped that cuddling Axel would make him feel better. It usually did. So Walter wrapped his arms around Axel and nestled his head against the back of his neck. There. Although after about five minutes, Axel rolled over and kissed the base of his neck, wrapping his limbs around Walter.

"Did he upset you?" Axel asked softly.

"Yes.." Walter mumbled, holding Axel tightly.

"You can't let him get to you like this, love." Axel rubbed his back,"His opinion? It means nothing, remember? He can't stop you from doing what you love."

"I know.." Walter buried his face against Axel's neck.

"Walter." Axel chuckled softly.

"I know- But I just need to have you close to me." Walter sighed,"I need you."

"And you have me, I'm right here." Axel assured him,"I'm always going to be right here when you need me."

"That's why I love you." Walter closed his eyes.

Axel smiled and continued to hold Walter as he fell asleep, his little grin only growing further as Marcel hugged onto him from behind. It was so warm and cozy- Axel loved their little family and he was worried that Walter's family would try and tear them apart. Was that wrong to think? He knew it was wrong to say anything ayainst a Hahn, so was it also wrong to think bad about them? Probably- God, he was being such a bad Barthel.

In the morning, Axel awoke to the sound of sniffling. He looked around and saw Marcel just barely holding back tears. He was probably so scared.. So Axel rolled around and pulled him into a hug. Marcel forced out a small 'thank you', but he didn't let his tears fall. And Axel comforted him until the pair of them got up, changing into some fresh clothes.. Axel kissed Walter's forehead, gently playing with his hair before he and Marcel sat patiently on the floor for him to get up.

"Axel.. Are the other Hahns scary?" Marcel asked him.

And unfortunately, Axel didn't have an answer,"Well- I'm sorry, I don't know. I've never met any other Hahns before."

"Never?" Marcel blinked.

"Never." Axel repeated,"I just want to show them that I'm a good Barthel- Because if they see how good we are, maybe they'll think that you should stay because we work so well together and-"

"Axel." Walter stopped him, ruffling his hair,"Calm down."

"Mm.." Axel whined, leaning into his touch,"But sir, I-"

"I don't want you hurting yourself trying to impress my family." Walter told him.

"But sir-" Axel tried.

"You heard me, Axel." Walter pointed.

"..Sorry, sir." Axel looked down, leaning further into Walter as he sat up in bed.

"Just be yourself, okay? If they have any sense, they'll love you.. Both of you." Walter hushed him, keeping his hand on his head.

"Are they all like you, sir?" Marcel questioned.

"Not.. Exactly. But my family isn't cruel, no, a vast majority would never dream of treating you how he did." Walter assured him.

While they went about their day, waiting for the meeting, Walter didn't speak much with his family. A majority of them didn't want to speak with him anyway, after all, they viewed what he did as walking away from the family. Despite what Walter told him, Axel did work very hard throughout the day, doing whatever task was asked of him, helping whoever he was asked to. It was something passed onto him by his mother.. Never say no to an order from a Hahn. So he didn't. And.. Everyone seemed to like him. How could they not? Axel was so polite and respectful and he did his job well.

When the meeting time rolled around, Marcel was visibly trembling at the thought of being separated from his newfound safety. As he sat by Axel, he held his hand and kept his eyes laser-focused on the ground- His Agent was there, he saw him and refused to look up afterwards. Axel tried to quietly reassure him but he fell silent whenever a Hahn began speaking, he wasn't to interrupt or talk over them.. He had to be good. And, despite his fear and having to listen to both Walter and his Agent arguing back and forth, Marcel eventually had to talk about what happened to him.

"Now, Marcel, how would you say you were treated?" Christina asked him.

"Well.. Well, for a model, I thought it was normal- But he also seemed very cruel." Marcel looked down, wringing his hands behind his back,"It wasn't just diets- I wouldn't be permitted to eat and then.. Then sometimes he'd taunt me, I guess, by showing me food and not allowing me to eat."

"Now that is just cruel." Walter's grandfather scoffed,"I can understand a restrictive diet as a model, but there's no need to tease him like that."

"Listen-" Agent tried to speak, but Christina stopped him.

"No, you had your turn. Both you and Walter are going to be quiet while Marcel shares his side." Christina pointed.

"Walter has been so.. Patient with me." Marcel smiled softly,"He let me eat and he doesn't even put me in any of those devices that my Agent did."

"What sort of devices?" Gunther furrowed his brow.

"Well- They were originally to keep me at the perfect size, but they eventually just became a means of.. Stopping me from moving." Marcel told him,"A corset, a neck corset, boned gloves, knee high boots.."

"And were they painful?" Christina asked him.

Good dolls don't feel pain.

Marcel swallowed,"Yes, my Lady."

Marcel continued to detail everything he went through and he watched as they all looked at him.. Horrified. They were all different levels of horrified at his treatment, and one by one they turned on his Agent. He honestly worried that they wouldn't, that they'd tell him he should get over it and would send him back without a second thought.. But they didn't. They were shown before and after pictures of how skinny he was, he told them what happened when he was ill, about all his unearned punishments and.. He told them how neglected he was, physically and emotionally by his Agent.. All he wanted was to be loved. By the time he was done, Marcel was just barely holding back his tears- But he couldn't cry in front of his Agent..

Good dolls didn't show when they were in pain.. Good dolls didn't show when they were hurting.

"Marcel.. Thank you for telling us about this." Christina nodded slowly.

"I know it's not my place to say, my Lady, but please.. Don't send me back." Marcel pleaded,"I-I don't want to go back."

"..You're not going back." Christina told him.

"I'm not?" Marcel blinked.

"..He's not?" Agent looked to him.

"Not after what you've done to him." Christina shook her head,"Barthels have long served our family and those that still do deserve respect, not to be treated like your sick play-thing."

Gunther sighed,"I may disagree with his life choices.. I do think staying with Walter is what's best you, Marcel."

"Puppe, come on." Agent looked to him, an unfamiliar softeness in his eyes,"Let's just go home, alright? It'll be different, I promise."

Marcel tensed, shaking his head,"No.. I'm never going back."

"Puppe, just listen to me-" Agent tried.

But Marcel hurried into Walter's arms and Walter was quick to embrace him, gently cradling the back of his head. That's when he finally broke down, sobbing into Walter's shoulder. Walter hushed him, rubbing his back as Axel quickly joined the hug. Both of them were so grateful and relieved that Marcel got to stay, and Walter gently massaged the back of his neck with his thumb. He glanced over Marcel's shoulder and saw his father watching them and.. In that moment, he didn't care if his father was disappointed. No. Because he had his boys, and he always would.

"I'll be so good, sir- I promise." Marcel forced out through his tears, his voice quiet and muffled by Walter's shoulder,"You don't even need to notice me being here."

"Marcel.." Walter sighed.

"I'll only eat the leftovers from your meals, if you're generous enough to leave me any, and I don't need my own room either. I can just sleep on the floor by your bed and-" Marcel continued, but Walter stopped him.

"Shh.. None of that will be necessary." Walter assured him.

"Another thing." Christina approached the trio as Marcel did his best to dry his eyes,"You made quite a bit of money modelling, didn't you?"

"O-oh, I wouldn't know, my Lady. My Agent is in charge of my finances." Marcel informed her.

Christina glanced back at him before shaking her head,"He won't be keeping any more of it, that money is going to be turned over to you."

Marcel was shocked and his Agent looked more displeased, if that was even possible. He was just so.. Shocked. He wasn't smart enough to be in charge of so much money and immediately looked to Walter for help... When he had an idea.

"Walter- I can be useful." Marcel told him excitedly, tapping his arm,"I can use my money to help cover our expenses on the road."

"And.. Marcel, you're sure that's what you want to spend your money on?" Walter asked slowly.

"Of course." Marcel responded,"I can't really work or wrestle.. So it's the least I can do to pay you back for your generosity."

Walter wasn't too keen on the idea but Marcel was right. He didn't wrestle so he wouldn't earn anything at shows, and it would help them out a lot on the road. So, as they left the room with promises of being paid Marcel's earnings, both Barthels stuck close to Walter's side. Marcel was.. Comforted by the fact that not all Hahns were monsters and that he didn't need to worry about being tortured or harmed if Walter had visitors. All he needed to do was be respectful and obedient and submissive like Axel because he overheard who Christina adored him for those reasons.

When they got into the car, Axel and Marcel got into the back of the car and leaned against one another as best they could. Axel kept his arm around Marcel's waist and Marcel rested his head on Axel's shoulder. Walter.. He just loved his boys. All they wanted to do was care for him and be loved in return and Walter was more than happy to show them how much he appreciated them. His boys, his Barthels.. Walter smiled at them, looking at them in the rear-view mirror as he began to drive away. Axel and Marcel were always going to be safe with him.. Safe and loved.

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"Mother, I-" Walter tried to speak over the phone

"I think it'll be a good thing, and we wany to check on your Barthels." Christina hummed.

"It's.. Well, it's short-notice and I don't want them to get stressed out over this." Walter shook his head,"Maybe another time?"

But the phone was taken from Christina, and Gunther spoke instead,"We're coming over today. That's final."

"..Yes, father." Walter swallowed, clenching his free hand into a fist.

"Good." Gunther nodded,"We'll be there for lunch."

"I'm sure you will." Walter sighed.

And like that, Walter hung up and put his head in his hands. No- He didn't want his parents in their home, in their space. This was the one place Walter and his boys were safe and free of any judgement.. And now his parents were invading that space, they were going to take over and- God, his boys.. What if they started panicking and got all upset by something one of them said? Or by something one of them did? It just-

"Sir." Axel yawned, wrapping his arms around Walter's chest.

"Axel- It's.." Walter blinked.

"Five thirty-six." Axel answered, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his neck,"And I can tell that something is upsetting you."

"..My parents want to come over and visit." Walter sighed.

"Well, that's okay, sir." Axel smiled,"Me and Marcel will make sure they are taken care of."

"I don't trust my father." Walter shook his head,"He'll upset you- I know he will."

"Walter, everything will be okay." Axel assured him, trailing his hands down his chest,"Everything will be perfect, he won't have anything to complain about."

"I know my father, sweet boy." Walter turned in his arms, kissing the top of Axel's head,"He hates me, and he'll take it out on you."

"He doesn't hate you, he just.. Doesn't understand you." Axel reached up, cupping his cheek.

"He's disappointed in my choices." Walter looked down.

"I know." Axel looked up and kissed the tip of his nose,"But that doesn't define you. His opinion doesn't matter, not when so many people admire and look up to you."

"..God, Axel." Walter pulled him in close,"Why are you so perfect?"

"I try my best, my love." Axel chuckled softly.

Walter didn't know what he'd done to deserve Axel, this perfect man who always knew what to say and how to comfort him. Being cared for by a Barthel was his birthright, he gave up his lavish lifestyle and was rewarded with.. Axel. And Axel never asked for anything in return. All he wanted was to be loved, and that's what Walter did. He showered Axel in love and praises and- Axel deserved so much more.

He sat on the sofa, silently worrying about what his father might do or say to his boys as they worked. Depsite his anxieties, Marcel and Axel were happily working away to make sure everything was perfect, as it should be for a Hahn. They set the table, cleaned the apartment and got started on making lunch together, with Axel insisting that Marcel took breaks and sat down every once and a while, knowing the former model still struggled with his endurance. If Walter hadn't piped up, asking Marcel to take a break, he wouldn't have. Poor thing, Walter didn't want him overworking himself, not now, not ever. And then, there was a knock at the door.

Walter tensed and stood up sharply, but he stayed frozen as Marcel joined him. He offered Walter a soft smile, gently patting his arm as Axel answered the door. Christina and Gunther nodded as they entered with Axel immediately taking their coats and hanging them up for them. All wordlessly, he lead them to Walter before standing to attention at his boyfriend's side, quickly joined by Marcel. Christina was so impressed, Walter could tell by the grin on her face how she'd desperately wanted to be treated with such undivided attention and care. Gunther.. Seemed less easily impressed by his boy's good manners.

"So.. This is your place of residence." Gunther looked around, his eyes scanning and judging every single detail.

"Yes, father." Walter nodded slowly,"How about you boys go check on lunch, hm?"

"Oh- Of course, sir." Axel hummed.

"Good boy." Walter ruffled his hair, gaining a smile from him.

Axel had to resist smiling as he headed to the kitchen area, Marcel in tow. That left the Hahns alone, although very much still in earshot of the Barthels.. Which is why Walter was worried. He didn't want this- He didn't want his parents to be here in his house, his space.. Not when he knew all his father wanted to do was complain and belittle him and his choices.

"It's a.. Nice place you have here." Christina began, but Gunther quickly cut in.

"Christina, it's not worth lying to him, is it?" Gunther sighed,"She's just trying to be nice."

"Gunther." Christina nudged him, but he persisted.

"This is really the best you could do?" Gunther asked him.

"Would you rather we stayed in hostels or had an actual apartment?" Walter raised a brow,"This is the best-"

"The best you can do? Really?" Gunther scoffed,"From where you come from, is this really the best you could do?"

"Yes." Walter snapped, trying to stay calm to not alert his boys,"And we're all happy with it."

Yet despite his efforts, both Barthels were listening in to the conversation. They were just trying to plate up lunch when they overheard Gunther's comments. Axel nearly dropped the plate he was holding, the situation only saved by Marcel quickly grabbing his hands. They listened in as Gunther critiqued their home, picking apart every little thing he saw. Axel could barely hold back his tears, biting down hard on his lip to suppress them. What had he done wrong? How had he failed..? Axel thought he was a good Barthel, Walter always praised him but.. Gunther wasn't happy. He never seemed to be happy and despite trying to reassure Walter, he couldn't reassure himself.

"Axel.." Marcel swallowed,"It's okay, right? We tried and.. And-"

"No, I-" Axel whimpered, clutching his chest,"I.. We did good- What did we do wrong?"

Marcel quickly hugged onto Axel,"I don't know.. I wish I did, but I just don't.."

"..I'm sorry." Axel sniffled.

Marcel briefly peered around the corner before easing Axel to the floor and cuddling him to try and soothe him. Axel looked up, doing his best to stay quiet as a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks. Disappointing a Hahn was probably one of the worst things he could think of.. Marcel was incredibly worried himself, wondering if his presence had affected things or if he could have done more. After all, Axel's work was excellent before he came alone.. Had he ruined it? Axel was devastated, unable to understand what he'd done to fail but assuming that it was all his fault.

Marcel gently wiped away Axel's tears,"We still have a chance, Axel. Maybe.. Maybe the food will change his mind, prove we're still good?"

"Y-you think?' Axel asked, locking up at the man he usually comforted.

"Yeah- You're an amazing cook." Marcel nodded, rubbing Axel's back,"They couldn't possibly find anything wrong with it."

"I think I've been.. Rubbing off on you." Axel chuckled softly.

"You always comforted me, it's my turn to comfort you." Marcel smiled softly.

"..Thank you." Axel nodded, slowly getting to his feet.

Marcel and Axel stuck close to one another's sides, despite both still spiraling internally. They stayed quiet. Lunch was made and plated and silently the boys served the plates to the others, standing to attention by the table. Walter immediately noticed Axel's tear-stained face and softened, reaching out and cupping his cheek.

"Axel.. What's wrong?" Walter questioned,"You've been crying, Liebling.."

"I'm okay, sir." Axel swallowed, looking down.

"No, look at me- You aren't okay. Just tell me what's wrong." Walter sighed.

Axel stayed quiet, shrinking in on himself. But while he didn't say anything, Axel glanced over at Gunther and Walter froze. Axel... Had heard his father being overly critical of their home. Gunther could say or do whatever he wanted to Walter, but under no circumstances was he allowed to upset Axel. His boy did everything he could and it still wasn't enough to please Gunther, huh? Wapter could tell by how Marcel lingered close to him that he was also upset and just doing a better job at hiding it.. What sort of person could look at all the hard work that Axel and Marcel did and-

"Look what you've gone and done." Christina sighed,"You couldn't have at least been quieter?"

Gunther sighed,"Axel, come here."

Axel hesitated but did obeyed Gunther, unable to look up at him,"..Yes, sir?"

"You boys.. You didn't fail. This isn't your fault." Walter assured him, patting his shoulder,"Walter on the other hand.."

And Walter swallowed, looking right into his father's eyes as he spoke. Of course..

"What..?" Axel blinked.

"Walter has failed to provide himself a place worthy of a Hahn to live in and a home worthy of a Barthel to serve in." Gunther told them,"That is not your fault."

Marcel could see Walter tensing and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, gently trying to massage or soothe him. It didn't appear to be working. And everything just seemed to go wrong from that point, not like anything was overly positive or anything beforehand. Axel did his best to serve the Hahns as they ate, but it was hard not to snap whenever Gunther disrespected his Master. It was wrong to speak out against a Hahn, but nobody spoke about Walter like that, upset him or- But Walter eventually got up and left the table.

Gunther tutted, shaking his head,"I'm just trying to help him, what doesn't he understand about that?"

"He doesn't understand why you can't at least pretend to be proud of him." Axel told him, unable to stop the words as they fell from his mouth,"This, wrestling, is his dream and you've been awful to him."

"Axel, you know I care about him. This isn't a stable career- It's unpredictable and he should just get a normal office job were he can provide for you both." Gunther crossed his arms.

"Walter has always provided for me.. We don't always have a lot, but we're happy." Axel swallowed,"He just wants you to be proud of him."

"Axel-" Gunther tried.

"Don't." Axel pointed.

And.. Silence. Axel let out a shaky breath, realizing what he was doing before and following after Walter. He saw him alone, sat on his bed and sat at his side, nuzzling against him. He didn't mean to snap at Walter's parents, but he imagined he'd be punished for it and had already started worrying about Marcel when Walter pulled him in close. Axel smiled into Walter's chest as he rubbed his back and let out a shaky breath.

"Sorry.. I really should be providing for you." Walter swallowed.

"You are, my love." Axel sighed,"You've already given me and Marcel so much.. Just because he can't see that."

"But you are my Barthels, I need to do more, I-" Walter stopped himself,"I'll.. I'll accept the offer for the tryout."

"The tryout?" Axel blinked,"Wait, do you mean.."

"WWE." Walter nodded,"If we get in, you will certainly be provided for.. I promise."

"I believe you, Walter." Axel kissed his cheek,"As long as you're sure you're ready."

"I'm.. Yes. I'm ready." Walter assured him, stroking his hair,"..Do you think he'd be proud of me then?"

"Walter.." Axel sighed.

"Right- I know, but.." Walter looked down.

Axel kissed his forehead. He didn't blame Walter for worrying, he just wanted to make his father proud.. Axel could relate to that. But he stayed quiet, snuggling up against Walter's chest as he laid back. They were eventually joined by Marcel and commenced with their infamous cuddle pile which ar least got Walter to smile as they all cuddled. Axel was glad.. Nobody hurt or upset his master, or there would be consequences.

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Axel hummed softly as he prepared Walter's coffee that morning. It was early and there was only the first signs of light peeking in through the curtains of their apartment. Axel left the lights off. He had enough visibility to prepare his master's drink and his eyes were still tired, so he didn't want to be exposed to anything too bright this early.

"Axel.."

He barely had enough time to turn around before two large arms enveloped him. Axel chuckled softly, nestling into the warm embrace of his Master. Walter rested his head on Axel's shoulder and Axel playe dwith his hair. It wasn't really a morning ritual per say.. But it wasn't uncommon for a still half-asleep Walter to wanted to just hold Axel and be close to him. Axel would never complain about these moments, the quiet before the chaos.

"I made you coffee, sir.' Axel hummed, still slowly trailing his hand through his hair,"Would you like to sit on the sofa while I bring it to you?"

"No." Walter responded, still holding onto Axel,"Just let me hold you for.. A little while longer."

Axel smiled, pressing a kiss to the side of his head,"Alright, sir.. I love you."

"I love you too." Walter nuzzled against the base of his neck.

Axel practically melted into Walter- His master always knew where he liked to be touched, how he liked to be held. The only thing that interrupted their moment together was Walter's phone ringing and he groaned, briefly burying his face further into Axel's shoulder before they parted and he answered the phone. While Walter did that, Axel decided he'd go check on Marcel and found him.. Staring at himself in the mirror. Axel hesitated by the door, Marcel's eyes never leaving his own reflection as he slowly trailed his hands down his ribs, now barely visible and- His hand.

"Marcel." Axel spoke softly, breaking Marcel out of his trance.

"Axel- Sorry, I didn't.. Sometimes I just.." Marcel looked down.

But Axel walked over, taking his hand and running his thumb over the scars left behind,"Poor thing.. Did he do this to you-"

"No." Marcel swallowed,"Everything was just too much and I.. Snapped."

"You'll never have to feel like that again, I promise." Axel pulled his cousin into a hug,"You're safe here, with Walter and I."

"I know." Marcel held on tightly,"And.. I feel so lucky to be here with you."

Axel smiled,"I've already made Walter coffee so once you're ready we can start on breakfast together."

"That sounds-" Marcel began before Walter appeared in the doorway.

"We have to go, boys." Walter told them, a nervous uncertainty in his eyes.

"Go where, sir?" Axel turned and asked him,"Is everything okay?"

Walter shook his head,"My grandfather, he's fallen ill and.. Well, they aren't sure how long he has left."

"That's terrible, sir." Marcel covered his mouth.

"My mother wants us there, to visit him and to say goodbye." Walter swallowed,"He never got to experience the care of a Barthel and as a dying wish, of sorts.."

"Walter, I am never going to turn down helping another Hahn." Axel stated, and Marcel nodded behind him,"We'll do whatever we can to help."

"Thank you." Walter nodded slowly, pressing a soft kiss to Axel's forehead.

Despite being hesitant to return back to his parent's home, Walter couldn't refuse, knowing he might not see his grandfather again. He worried for his boys, mainly. Of course, they were more than happy to care for him and his family, but he didn't want them to overwork themselves or end up being mistreated by anyone. Walter trusted his family to an extent but.. The worry always remained. It would be fine. Although, it was mainly Axel's constant touch that reassured him. Axel's hand gently resting over his on the gearstick, resting his head on his shoulder whenever they had a moment. Walter loved that Axel could read him so well, could tell that he was nervous and just.. Comfort him with his presence.

When they arrived, introductions were brief. Marcel stuck close to Walter's side, nervous about the amount of people that were around. Would any of them recognize him? Would they talk to Walter about him? Would.. Would his former Agent be here? Marcel quickly shook his head, trying not to think about that possibility. No. Everything was okay, he had Axel and Walter with him and the last time Axel looked at his Agent, Marcel could've sworn he was about to fight him. That would be fun to watch. A group of people left the room Walter's grandfather, who they learned was called Josef, was in before they entered. It was.. A sad sight. He just looked so.. Frail.

"Walter..?" Josef turned his head,"Back so soon?"

"Mother told me you were ill, and I figured the least I could do was.. Come visit with my Barthels." Walter told him, trying to mask the shakiness of his voice,"They want to take care of you."

"A Barthel? Taking care of me?" Josef chuckled slightly, the light returning to his eyes.

"Yes, sir." Axel nodded,"It is the duty of a Barthel to serve the Hahn family."

Axel left out how Josef never got to experience it before, he figured the elder Hahn was well-aware of that fact. After all, he was old enough to have heard all the stories about the Barthels serving the Hahns, but still just took young at the time to have experienced it himself. It was in the car ride over that Walter explained that Josef hadn't even asked for this, Christina had, it was something that he never asked for but she thought would be a nice thing for him to experience in his final days... Final days. Walter lingered, just speaking to Josef since they didn't really get the chance the last time he was here before he left the boys to their work.

Although, as Marcel continued, he kept noticing something.. Wrong with Axel. He hardly spoke, leaving Marcel to ask Josef if there was anything he needed and if he was comfortable. As he did things for Josef, his hands would tremble.. Axel never got like this usually, he was often the one comforting and reassuring Marcel. So, knowing something was off, Marcel excused them with the excuse that they were just going to grab him some fresh water. Only once the door was closed did Axel let out a shaky breath and now, close up, Marcel could see the tears building up in his eyes.

"Axel, what's wrong?" Marcel asked him,"I can tell you're upset and-"

Before he could even finish, Axel had started to cry,"..I'm sorry."

"Oh- Axel, just tell me what's wrong." Marcel cupped his face, trying to wipe away his tears,"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's just- My Papa, he.. And whenever I look at Josef, I just.." Axel tried to explain himself through his tears.

"Oh, Axel.." Marcel sighed,"Why didn't you tell Walter this was upsetting you? I'm sure he would've understood."

"I can't disappoint my Master like this." Axel sniffled, quickly rubbing his eyes,"I have to work like a good Barthel and.. And.."

"How about we work in shifts instead?" Marcel suggested,"That way you can serve Josef and get comfort from Walter in the meantime. And he won't ever be alone, because one of us will always be rested."

Axel nodded slowly,"Yeah.. Yeah, that's a smart idea."

Smart idea? Marcel couldn't help himself from smiling slightly at the comment. Smart idea? He said something smart? No, he wasn't smart. He was stupid, his Agent made that very clear. Unless.. Maybe being with Walter and Axel made him smarter. Yeah- Not being hungry all the time or overly stressed made it easier to think. That had to be it. And like that, Axel and Marcel rotated shifts with Josef, not leaving until their shift was over, even if Josef had fallen asleep. They could never be too careful. What if he woke up? Or something happened in his sleep?

Josef wasn't hard to work with, even if he was.. Less courteous than Walter. Although both boys knew it wasn't out of a place of malice, it was just.. How things were for a man like him. Their kindness and servitude was expected of them. He didn't thank them for every little act of service and sometimes he could be demanding, but both boys obeyed. Why wouldn't they? Respecting and obeying a Hahn was their life, they weren't going to refuse just because he wasn't polite. He could be so much worse with them, and he wasn't. Whenever they swapped to be with Walter or to rest, they could tell Walter was missing having them around with him. Axel even woke up to Walter just.. Sitting at his side, playing with his hair.

Unfortunately, them working in shifts had one downside, one that Marcel was unfortunate enough to discover himself. He had readjusted Josef's bedding and the elderly Hahn had fallen asleep. Marcel was making sure everything else was taken care of as Gunther walked in, shortly followed by.. Him. Marcel swallowed, recognizing the voice immediately as that of his Agent and he kept his eyes focused on the ground. He must have come to say his last goodbyes but, as he soon discovered, Josef was fast asleep. Marcel tried to ignore his Agent, hoping he'd just leave and wouldn't come back until Axel was on shift... Until, of course, his waist was grabbed by those all too familiar arms.

"You really have grown since you left Puppe, it's rather unfortunate." Agent sighed, trailing his thumb over Marcel's stomach,"Are you sure you wouldn't rather just come home with me, where you can just rest and be beautiful?"

But Marcel didn't get a chance to answer as Gunther stepped in for him,"You lost that right, remember? Marcel is no longer your Barthel."

Marcel looked towards Gunther, grateful that someone was there to stop his Agent. Thankfully, his Agent slowly removed his hands from Marcel's waist, but Gunther continued.

"I think Marcel looks better this way, no longer looking like he's on death's door." Gunther looked directly at Marcel,"But he needn't put on much more weight. Barthels were never idle enough to be very big, after all."

Marcel nodded slowly, trying to get back to doing.. Something to distract himself from both men as they continued to speak. Marcel couldn't leave and Axel wasn't coming to save him, so he just had to put up with them talking about him. Marcel had no choice but to listen to every single comment..

"He was my Barthel." Agent sighed,"I was responsible for deciding how to treat him."

"I'm aware, and a Barthel should always obey a Hahn absolutely, but you're actions were cruel." Gunther explained,"Marcel was a good Barthel and knew his place, and you abused that."

"I didn't 'abuse' anything." Agent tutted.

"You did. You only treated him as such because you knew that Marcel would never overstep his bounds and protest his treatment, and you trusted none of us would ever take notice of his treatment." Gunther pointed out.

Marcel could tell Gunther was trying to help. Trying, being the operative word. Despite his good intentions and not allowing Marcel to be mistreated in his presence, he was inflicting his own unintentional damage. He was speaking on behalf of Marcel, in his defense, rather than allowing Marcel to do so.. Everything hurt, but deep down, Marcel was still a good doll and he wasn't going to let anyone see how badly he was hurting.

"You have to admit though, he was at a good size before this." Agent crossed his arms,"Barthels are supposed to be skinny, are they not? Just look at Axel."

"You are right." Gunther admitted, nodding,"I do think Barthels should be slim, but that is a preference not an explicit rule. Besides, you should have always let the boy eat at least once a day."

"But for a model?" Agent raised a brow,"He was on a strict diet-"

"And? Models still need to eat." Gunther shrugged,"It was just cruel of you to taunt him with food he couldn't eat. What was that, hm?"

"Discipline. A good Barthel is disciplined, and I proved that." Agent stated,"And I never allowed him to get overstimulated by allowing rest time."

"It is nice that he had his own little safe space." Gunther agreed.

It wasn't nice, sir, Marcel wanted to interject, I'm claustrophobic and I was terrified the whole time. I was scared he'd forget about me and leave me in there forever. He'd lock me in there in my torture devices and wouldn't even release me from any of them for a good hour or so after being taken out... But Marcel said nothing, despite how much it was killing him inside to keep listening. Why couldn't they say this elsewhere? Marcel didn't want to hear anymore..

"Still, you shouldn't have tightened things purely to hurt Marcel." Gunther told him,"Model or not, he didn't need to be in constant pain."

"Being a model, being beautiful, is to suffer." The Agent shook his head,"Fine, maybe some of it was a little.. Much, but you know the discipline was important."

"I can understand some discipline, like after.. Well, you mentioned Marcel hurt himself, but you never should have hurt him for the sake of it." Gunther sighed,"Marcel should not have been punished for being unable to eat because his mouth was covered, and he should not have been punished for enjoying the shoot with the puppies."

"..I suppose you're right." Agent looked off to the side.

"But I don't have an issue with him sleeping on a mattress pad beside your bed, up until recently Axel and Walter did the same thing." Gunther nodded slowly,"Although Christina is adamant that their relationship is.. Deeper than yours was."

Agent blinked, a little scoff escaping him,"Sleeping with his servants? Wow."

"I know, I know." Gunther sighed,"They were best friends before they realized their connection but, well, I'm sure with his.. Wrestling thing he could've found someone nice, even another wrestler-"

"Another female wrestler, you mean?" Agent raised a brow.

And Gunther swallowed, almost stiffened, and he.. Hesitated,"You know I didn't mean that."

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't." Agent hummed as they walked to the door.

"I'd just prefer if the Hahn name didn't die with him." Gunther sighed,"There's nothing.. Wrong with what he's doing."

Once they were gone, leaving Marcel alone.. That's when he broke. Marcel just couldn't hold it in any longer even if he tried.. Everything was still too much. Marcel sunk to his knees as he cried, trying to keep himself quiet. Each little comment was was like a tiny dagger and his body had finally collapsed under the combined pain of it all. He was so pathetic.. Marcel wished he was stronger, wished he could-

"It's not your fault." Josef's voice was raspy and quiet as he rested his hand on Marcel's head.

"Sir?" Marcel blinked, looking up at him.

"I know I'm not going to make it long, but that isn't your fault." Josef told him.

"..I'm still sorry, sir." Marcel looked down.

"It's life." Josef sighed, ruffling his hair the best he could,"You and your brother, you've made these past few days.. Some of the best days of my life."

Marcel smiled softly,"I'm glad, sir."

Brother? Is that how similar he and Axel really looked? Marcel wasn't complaining though. Despite being cousins, he and Axel certainly treated each other more like brothers, they were certainly close like them.

"I never thought I'd live to see a Barthel serving a Hahn again." Josef hummed.

"It has a been a pleasure serving you, sir." Marcel swallowed,"I'm.. I'll miss you."

But Josef never spoke again. He only hung on for a few more minutes before he passed away. Christina was the one to discover Marcel sobbing at his bedside, over the loss and the previous conversation he'd had to endure. She consoled him the best she could before reuniting him with Axel and Walter. Axel sat quietly with Marcel, both crying, as Walter spent some more time with his family. They just wanted to go home, and finally, Walter packed them back into the car, assuring Christina that he'll be there at the funeral. Marcel, even though he was devastated by the Josef's passing, still couldn't get that conversation out of his head, so much so that he refused to eat upon returning home.

"Marcel, please?" Axel tried, worried by his cousin's lack of appetite,"You haven't eaten anything since this morning."

"That's okay." Marcel nodded, his voice barely there.

"It's not been a good day, I know.. But you need to take care of yourself." Axel told him,"What happened with Josef isn't your fault."

"..It's not that, Axel." Marcel looked down.

"Then what is it? What happened?" Axel asked.

"I just- I shouldn't be putting on anymore weight." Marcel shook his head,"I need to stay slim, like a good Barthel."

Axel froze before his brow furrowed,"Marcel, I'm the smallest size and you still don't properly fit in my clothes.. Did someone say something to you?"

"When.. When it was my last shift, before Josef.. My Agent came to say his goodbyes." Marcel swallowed, feeling himself getting worked up just remembering the situation,"Then him and Gunther started talking and he said that I shouldn't gain much more weight because.. Barthels were never idle enough to be very big."

"He said that to you?" Came the voice of Walter, entering the room to hear the tail-end of the conversation.

"Sir- They kept talking about me, around me. And I couldn't leave or say anything.. I'm sorry, I just.." Marcel bit his lip, trying to hold it together.

"Marcel." Walter sighed, stroking his hair to try and soothe him.

'I'll stop eating again, sir. I just.. I want to be good at my job. I want to be a good Barthel, like Axel is." Marcel told him.

"You are a good Barthel, your weight has nothing to do with that." Axel insisted,"Tell him, sir."

And Walter.. Hesitated. He had to come face to face with the biggest question he could.. Where are his limes for the boys' treatment? It sounded.. Bad when he said it aloud but Walter did prefer it when and Axel ate differently, he liked Axel eating less and Axel was more than happy to do that. It was personal preference, having a smaller partner, and also a reminder of their hierarchy. But for models.. Walter bit his cheek, he did want Marcel to eat less than he did, but he wasn't going to starve him.

"Your weight is good where it is." Walter answered,"I wouldn't mind you gaining a little more, to make sure you're healthy, and consistent training and diet will keep you there."

Marcel rubbed his eyes,"Okay, sir."

"Try not to think about what they said, okay?" Walter ruffled his hair.

"It's been a long day, a hard day. How about we go sit together and just try to calm down?" Axel suggested,"Would that be okay, sir?"

"Of course." Walter kissed the top of Axel's head,"You go calm down, rest."

"Thank you, sir." Marcel leaned into Axel's side as he was lead away.

Walter watched them leave and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought more about Marcel's treatment. Where had the lines been crossed? For starters, Walter despised the torture devices, especially since Marcel was in them constantly. If it was only a one-off or for a certain type of infrequent show, he wouldn't have minded much.. Or maybe a less painful method of shapewear would be acceptable in his eyes. Marcel being left out in the rain was absolutely out of the question but.. Walter wouldn't have minded a more moderate length mannequin show, where Marcel was allowed a break and wasn't forced to sit for eighteen hours straight.

As Walter thought, he realized that every answer he came up with landed in a grey area. He wasn't going to torture Marcel, but he wasn't some fluffy pushover. Walter had rules and restrictions, many of which applied to his and Axel's daily lives. In his mind, Marcel's agent had gone too far, but the bases of many of his ideas weren't totally.. Wrong in Walter's eyes. He wouldn't have minded most of the things he encountered if they were at less of an extreme.. But Walter was very strict was his wrestling training, so he knew he wouldn't have been a very lax agent for Marcel. He'd be strict.. But not cruel, he wouldn't let that power corrupt him like it had his cousin.

Walter decided to go make sure his boys were okay, trying to push any of those thoughts back into the back of his mind. He slowly walked through and lingered in the doorway, looking at the two boys. They were sat on the floor, a blanket draped around their shoulders as Marcel cuddled into Axel's shoulder. Walter watched as Axel slowly trailed his hand through Marcel's hair, speaking to him so softly.

"The next time anyone speaks to you like that, tell me.. Okay?" Axel looked to him,"I'll keep you safe."

"I don't want you getting in trouble." Marcel shook his head.

"I'd rather be punished for protecting you rather than have you suffer because someone told you that you weren't worth it." Axel sighed.

"Does Walter.. Punish you?" Marcel asked him.

Axel tensed,"No- No, he hasn't had to. B-but I'm sure if I explained myself, he would be merciful. He's a good man, I promise."

"I know- I know.. He took me in after all." Marcel smiled softly,"And I am so grateful."

"So am I." Axel rubbed his back.

And Walter watched them as they slowly drifted off, unable to approach because he'd ruin the moment. He'd rather sit and watch his precious boys from a distant, watch how sweet they were with one another. If Walter needed any more reasons to love Axel, this motherly protectiveness was it. It was perfect, his boys were perfect. To Walter.. Axel was perfect.

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Walter smiled as he watched Axel sleeping, curled up under the sheets. He was.. Perfect. The light shining through their curtains hit each one of his features the right way, and even the way his hand curled by his face as he slept. While he may have been strict with his training, Walter still took time to appreciate how beautiful his boyfriend was. He looked just as precious as he acted. Sometimes.. Walter just wanted to freeze time so he could just watch Axel like this forever, even though that wasn't entirely feasible.

"Sir?" Marcel walked in, one hand resting gently on the door handle and the other holding a cup of coffee.

"Oh, is that for me?" Walter asked him.

Marcel nodded as he entered, carefully holding out the cup,"It's probably not as good as Axel's.. But he's been teaching me- I hope it's to your standards."

"I'm sure it'll be just fine, Marcel." Walter assured him,"Come, sit down."

Marcel nodded and sat at Walter's feet, like Axel, like it was an instinct. Walter gently ruffled his hair as he took a sip of his coffee. And.. Marcel was right. It didn't taste as good as Axel's, but it was hard to rival the skill of a man who had been making coffee in this specific way for a lot longer than Marcel. It was still good coffee though, and Walter was more than happy to drink it.

"Sir, is.. Everything okay with Axel?" Marcel looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" Walter raised a brow.

"Well, Axel is usually up before me- He's usually awake by now." Marcel told him,"I was just wondering if he was okay, because I can look after him if he isn't."

Walter gently ruffled Marcel's hair,"Axel had a bad night last night, so I let him sleep in a little longer. He'd had a nightmare and.. He struggled to fall asleep."

"Axel.." Marcel sighed softly, looking down.

"He'll be okay, Marcel." Walter assured him,"He just needed a little extra rest."

"Mm.." Axel mumbled, slowly stretching as he came to.

"Ah, there he is." Walter smiled softly.

Axel rubbed his eyes, slowly sitting up,"Walter, I.. Oh. You already have coffee."

"Marcel made me some while you were resting." Walter nodded,"He was starting to get a little worried about you."

"Worried?" Axel blinked.

Marcel nodded, looking up at him,"I've never seen you sleep in before, I thought you might have fallen ill.."

"Don't worry, I'm okay. Just.. A rough night." Axel sighed.

"Did you sleep well?" Marcel asked him.

"I did." Axel told him,"Walter made sure I got to sleep."

After that, Axel got up and helped Marcel with breakfast. He doted on Walter, today especially, since he was so good to Axel the might before, helping him with his bad thoughts. His breakfast was served with a kiss to the cheek and the only thing that interrupted their moment was Axel's phone buzzing. But as he left to answer the call, Marcel kept Walter company and even got onto washing the dishes as Axel nervously returned. The next show they were doing was in Hamburg, which Axel told his Mama about.. And she had offered for them to come stay at their apartment.

"Axel?" Walter looked to him,"Is something wrong?"

"No- But my.. My Mama has asked if you wanted to stay with her while we're working in Hamburg." Axel told him,"We don't have to, but-"

"That is a very generous offer and one I'll gladly accept." Walter hummed.

"You're sure, sir?" Axel swallowed.

"Of course." Walter nodded,"I've always wanted to meet more of your family and, well, Hamburg is pretty expensive place to stay and I'd rather not depend on Marcel's money."

"What is it, sir?" Marcel asked as he walked over, only hearing his name and not the conversation.

"Axel's mother has offered to let us stay with her while we're working in Hamburg." Walter explained,"I figured it's our best option."

"Aunt.. Lydia?" Marcel raised a brow.

"That's her, yes." Axel answered.

"Oh- I loved her cooking, she was really nice." Marcel smiled.

"Yeah.." Axel nodded slowly.

Axel loved his Mama, loved his siblings and his family home but.. He could already feel an anxious pit start to bubble in his stomach. He was worrying because it really wasn't much, just a small apartment that could barely fit all five of them. It was more than fine for him and he wouldn't have thought twice about inviting Marcel. And he wouldn't have thought twice about inviting Walter either... Before he saw his family's estate. Now, he was worried. It just wasn't good enough for his Master... Axel wasn't good enough.

As they drove to Axel's old home, Axel remained quiet. His anxieties weren't allowing him to speak and he instead quietly worked on Walter's ring gear. Marcel was doing much the same in the backseat, not speaking and sitting ever so still. It wasn't because of his anxieties though, just.. Well, it was falling into old habits. If he wasn't in use, he should be quiet and still, like a good doll. Marcel assumed being a good Barthels consisted of much the same as Walter never corrected this behavior. When they arrived outside, Axel was struggling to calm his racing heart as he got out of the car first, holding the door open for him.

"Thank you, Axel." Walter hummed as he stepped out, caressing Axel's cheek.

"Walter." Axel smiled softly, looking away from him.

"Are you both ready to head inside?" Walter asked as Marcel joined them.

"Yes, sir." Marcel nodded.

The trio walked up to the door and knocked, barely a second going by before Lydia answered and welcomed them inside. Walter looked around as Axel quickly took off his coat and hung it up for him. It was.. Quaint and homey, it reminded him of their own little apartment and really, Walter was honestly grateful for all of this. He didn't liked depending on Marcel's money, even if the former model was more than happy to pay for whatever they needed and he was very grateful for the kids offer from Axel's mother.

"Mr Hahn, I am grateful that you decided to spend your time in the us here." Lydia smiled up at him, her posture even straighter than Axel's.

"Please, just call me Walter." He insisted,"You have a beautiful home."

"That is very nice of you to say, sir." Lydia nodded as two girls approached, both seeming nervous,"And these are my daughters, Liesl and Annette. My other son, Kaspar is currently out studying."

"It's very nice to meet you all." Walter nodded, his hand resting on Axel's lower back.

"And.. Marcel. It's been so long." Lydia smiled softly at him.

"Aunt Lydia." Marcel hummed,"It's nice to see you again.. All of you."

"Please, make yourself comfortable." Lydia told Walter, returning her focus to him,"You will be taken care of here."

And taken care of, he was. Lydia was the perfect taskmaster for all of the Barthels in the house, she instructed them on what they should be doing even though Walter didn't really give instructions unless they were to Axel or Marcel. He expected them to listen to him, but all of a sudden all three new Barthels were waiting on him hand and foot. He even took note of Lydia making quiet comments to the others, reminding them to be respectful and quiet, telling them to stand up straight. Part of Walter liked that, liked her initiative but.. Another part of him wished she would just.. Relax a little.

Axel had to step in, not wanting his Mama to work herself into exhaustion like he often did. And, only after Walter told her she should rest, did eventually sit down and take a breather. Axel took over whatever job she was doing and ended up bent down by Walter's feet, picking up the towel he dropped.. But Walter gently raised his chin with his forefinger and thumb.

"S-sir." Axel forced out, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks.

"Sorry, Axel. I haven't got to look at your face in a while, you've been so busy." Walter sighed, brushing his thumb over his cheek.

"Working, sir. I've been serving you." Axel nodded, unable to properly meet Walter's gaze.

"I know, you've been very good today." Walter grinned, ruffling Axel's hair,"Then again, you're always on your best behavior."

"Mhm, because you always deserve the best." Axel hummed.

Unfortunately, Lydia had been a witness to all of this.. That's what Axel had been afraid of, but he couldn't refuse Walter's intimacy. After her breather, she pulled Axel aside to speak with him in the kitchen, away from everyone else who was still working away. He tensed, keeping his back straight and his eyes laser-focused on the floor.. Axel didn't think she was necessarily angry, but she wasn't happy with him.

"So.. Are you and Walter involved romantically?" Lydia questioned, blunt and straight to the point.

Axel swallowed,"Yes, Mama."

"Why do you think something like that is appropriate?" Lydia asked.

"Well.. I'd had feelings for him before we discovered our heritage, when I was the respected one and he was my best friend." Axel tried his best to explain, "And after we found out about each other, those feelings never.. Went away."

"Any boy, I wouldn't mind you being with any other boy." Lydia sighed, shaking her head,"But a Hahn? Axel, its not right. You are acting way above your station."

"I'm sorry, Mama." Axel told her, trying to hide his hurt,"I.. We love each other."

"As soon as you found out he was a Hahn, you should have gotten rid of those feelings. He is too good for you, Häschen." Lydia sighed softly, cupping his cheek,"I love you, but.. A Hahn can do much better than a servant like us."

Axel nodded slowly,"Yes, Mama.."

"I love you, Axel, but you need to realize that this isn't right." Lydia stated,"How are you supposed to complete your duties effectively if you're distracted my something like that?"

Axel stayed quiet, his jaw clenched as he held back any argument he could come up with. His Mama was.. Probably right after all. Axel was well-aware that Walter was too good for him, but he hated having it spelled out for him like this. It just.. Stung, especially coming from his Mama. It wasn't fair on Walter, forcing him to lower himself so he could be with the likes of Axel. And for the rest of the evening, Axel tried to work quietly and avoid Walter's advances... And he noticed. Walter noticed how Axel tensed beneath his touch, how he wouldn't meet his gaze and.. How quiet he'd become. So, when Axel didn't come to bed, Walter sent Marcel to look for him... Finding him sat outside, curled in on himself.

"I'm sorry for bothering you this late, Papa." Axel sniffled,"I just.. I wanted to know if I was doing the right thing."

Marcel furrowed his brow, soon noticing a little makeshift grave of sorts. He knew Axel's father had a proper grave, but he never knew about this little makeshift memorial spot in their garden.. Maybe it was something Axel and his siblings made, for comfort.

"I love him and he loves me.. But it's wrong- I just want to be a good Barthel but it's so.. Hard." Axel sobbed, hiding his head in his knees.

What..? Marcel didn't understand. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Walter and Axel's relationship unless.. Had he found out what his Agent and Gunther were discussing? Or did Lydia..?

"I just need some advice, Papa.. You always gave me good advice." Axel looked up slowly,"..Why did you have to go away when I still need you?"

"Axel." Marcel spoke up, causing his cousin to jump.

"Marcel, I-" Axel quickly turned around, rubbing his eyes,"I didn't-"

"Axel, what's wrong?" Marcel asked him.

"..My Mama told me that it was wrong of me to date a Hahn." Axel looked down, his eyes already welling up again.

"What?" Marcel blinked.

"It's wrong and I'm acting above my station and-" Axel stammered out before Marcel grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Axel. Did Walter choose you?" Marcel questioned.

"Well, yes, I mean-" Axel tried to get his words out.

"Then why are you questioning it?" Marcel raised a brow,"If Walter wants this relationship, why does anyone else get a say?"

"Marcel.. I just want to be a good Barthel." Axel sniffled.

"You are, Axel. You're probably the best Barthel I know." Marcel told him, cupping his face,"And Walter adores you."

"..You think?" Axel rubbed his eyes.

"I know." Marcel nodded,"Walter isn't a smiley person, but he always lights up when you enter a room. He makes sure you rest and he spent at least half an hour admiring you this morning."

Axel swallowed, a pink hue covering his tear-stained cheeks,"He did?"

"Axel, he loves you.. And I know you love him." Marcel sighed,"You're practically perfect for one another."

"But-" Axel went to argue.

"But nothing." Marcel pointed,"You know the exact way he likes his coffee, you know all of his faourite things. You know how to comfort him to.. In ways I could never."

"..Is he missing me?" Axel asked softly.

"He sent me to find you, he said it's not the same trying to sleep without you there." Marcel hummed.

And with that, Axel took Marcel's hand and lead him back inside. Lydia was already in her room, so Axel said his goodnight to Liesl and Annette before returning to his old room.. Exactly how he remembered it. Marcel took his place on the floor, wrapped up in a warm blanket, and Axel was about to join him when Walter pulled him onto the bed, holding him close.

'Did I upset you today, Liebling?" Walter asked him,"If I did, I promise I didn't mean to."

"No, it.. It wasn't you, sir." Axel shook his head, melting into his embrace.

"You've been crying." Walter pointed out.

'I'm alright now, sir." Axel nuzzled against his neck.

"..You're sure?" Walter raised a brow.

"Yes, Walter." Axel yawned,"But I'm sorry too, for ever doubting our relationship."

"You.. Doubted us?" Walter blinked.

"..I'm sorry, I just.. My Mama said that it was wrong and that I was-" Axel blurted out before being pulled in close.

"Tomorrow I'm going to shower you in affection in front of her." Walter kissed the top of his head, holding Axel close to his chest,"You're mine. And nobody else gets to decide that for me."

"Y-yes, sir." Axel stammered, feeling his whole body almost heat up.

As Axel slowly drifted off, Walter continued to kiss him. Gentle kisses. To the top of his head, his forehead, his cheek, down his neck. Never to leave a mark, no, not yet, just to soothe Axel and reassure him about their relationship. Axel happily snuggled into his arms and fell asleep, comforted and safe. Good boy.. But Walter was going to stick true to his word. He didn't care what Lydia said, Axel was his boy and nobody else got to tell him what was right and wrong for his relationship. Tomorrow was going to be a good day, Walter was very sure of it.

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It had been a few weeks since Walter and Axel took Marcel into their home and he was permitted to stay by the other Hahns. Throughout those weeks, there hadn't been a single day where Marcel had been left completely on his own, either Walter or Axel was with him in the apartment. When he woke up, snuggled in a warm blanket in his bed.. Marcel smiled. A bed. He knew he should get up, but he couldn't help himself from curling up in a bed of his own. When he first joined Axel and Walter, he gravitated to sleeping on the floor, either in Walter's room or the spare room but.. Slowly but surely, he began allowing himself to sit and even lay on the bed. This was his first night that he spent.. Fast asleep in bed under the covers.

Marcel hummed softly to himself as he pulled on one of Walter's jumpers and a pair of the sweatpants that Walter bought for him. Comfortable. It was so strange feeling comfortable and warm all the time. Marcel stopped hunming, quietly leaving his room and finding Axel working away in the kitchen.

"Axel." Marcel called to him as he approached.

"Marcel, you're up." Axel glanced back at him, resuming work on Walter's coffee.

"Yes. Is there anything I can do to help?" Marcel asked almost immediately.

Axel paused before nodding,"Do you think you could make a start on breakfast while I give Walter his coffee?"

"I.. I could try." Marcel told him, a little nervous about it,"Are you sure? I don't want to do it wrong.."

"You won't." Axel assured him,"And even if you make a little mistake, I'll come help you as soon as I'm done. I'll be quick."

Marcel nodded as Axel left the room with the cup. Yes, he knew Axel would be as quick as he could.. But he was also observant and knew that Walter was at his sweetest, usually, when he was tired or groggy from just waking up. Marcel had woken up to a few cuddle sessions between the pair and walked in on Walter pressing gentle kisses to Axel's neck as he worked on breakfast. It was.. Nice. Domestic. Marcel hoped that maybe someday, someone would love him like that. It was.. A silly thought, really, but it brought a little smile to his face.

While Axel was gone, Marcel started on breakfast. Over the past few weeks, the pair had been getting Marcel used to.. Eating properly again. It was a process, a long one at that, but never once had he been denied a meal. It felt wrong. Marcel had spent so long starving that he'd almost forgotten what.. Feeling full was like. The first time he felt it, Marcel's first reaction was panic. He was scared. Was he sick? He didn't think so but.. He anxiously waited around in the bathroom just in case. Marcel quietly sat beside Axel afterwards, explaining what he was feeling and Axel just.. Smiled. He smiled and pulled Marcel into a hug, assuming him that it was good he felt that way, that he felt 'full'.

Thankfully, Axel wasn't gone for too long and he soon joined Marcel in preparing breakfast. They spoke a little, mostly playful teasing about Walter and Axel before Walter made an appearance of his own. He was dressed and sat at the table with his coffee just as tye Barthels finished playing breakfast. Perfect timing, really. Axel pressed a kiss to the side of Walter's head as he sat the plate down in front of him and Marcel had to suppress a small chuckle as he watched how Walter looked at Axel. His cousin didn't seem to take notice of how lovingly Walter stared at him, truly, they may have been servant and master but.. Walter was truly smitten with his Barthel.

As they were eating, Walter sighed as his phone started ringing. He was frustrated by the constant interruptions, really, but he got up to answer it. In his absence, Marcel and Axel sat quietly while their Master was on the phone. They didn't want to disturb him. Although, when he returned, Walter was already pulling on his jacket and Axel straightened.

"Sir?" Axel looked to him.

"It's CMJ. He said it's urgent." Walter shook his head,"Grab your things."

"Right." Axel nodded and hurried off to grab his own jacket and shoes.

"Do you need me too, sir?" Marcel asked.

Walter seemed to think for a moment before shaking his head,"No, hopefully we'll be quick. Just wait here for us, okay?"

"..Okay, sir." Marcel swallowed, trying to mask any nervousness.

Marcel sat at the table, watching as Walter and Axel got ready to leave. And Axel did check in on him before leaving, gently rubbing his arms to comfort him and promising to be back soon before.. Nothing. He and Walter were gone. Marcel was left in silence, the only sound being that of his shallow breaths as he tried to figure out what to do. Dishes. Walter and even Axel's plates were nearly finished, so Marcel first took care of those and.. He wasn't that hungry, so he dumped the rest of his food before cleaning that plate too. Then.. Marcel froze. What was he supposed to do? Where was he supposed to wait while he wasn't in use?

Walter didn't have a nestling doll, thankfully but.. Now it felt Marcel in a panic. Although, he did soon come up with an idea. The closet. Marcel, still silent, made his way into Walter's room and opened the closet door before stepping inside. There. He sat down and tucked himself into the corner, doing his best to remain still and silent. Good.. Good doll. Marcel was a good doll and he would prove it to Walter. Yes. He was a very good boy. And despite the work Walter had been putting in over the past weeks to try and adjust Marcel's behavior and get him to relax, Marcel found himself falling back into old, unhealthy patterns. He didn't move an inch as he sat there and kept each breath as shallow and infrequent at possible. It was dark inside the closet, but just enough light peered in through the crack in the door for Marcel to see the corner of the closet and lock his eyes onto it.

"Such a good doll. Do you remember your little pledge?"

Yes, sir. Yes, he did. Marcel remembered each of the rules given to him in his pledge. 'I'm just a dumb blond, so I have to be a good doll. Good dolls don't talk. Good dolls don't argue. Good dolls didn't complain. Good dolls didn't take breaks. Good dolls were quiet. Good dolls were still. Good dolls were too weak to walk without support. Good dolls didn't dress themselves. Good dolls didn't think. Good dolls didn't feel pain. Good dolls didn't feel hunger. Good dolls didn't feel fear. Good dolls didn't feel. Good dolls were stupid. Good dolls let their managers take care of everything. Thank you for taking care of me, sir'. If he could, Marcel would repeat it out loud.. But he didn't want to be caught being bad if Walter came home and found him talking.

"Very good, sweet boy. I'm sure Walter will be very pleased."

Yes! That's what Marcel wanted. He wanted to please Walter and hopefully cheer him up. He didn't seem too happy about leaving and Marcel was sure that if he was a good boy, that would brighten his day. His Agent always seemed so much happier when he came home and took him out of his nesting doll. At least thinking about pleasing Walter kept Marcel's mind off of more.. Pressing details. It distracted him from his claustrophobia, for the most part. Sure, he still felt his heart racing as he remained inside the closet but.. Maybe knowing that there was a way out eased him, if only slightly.

When Walter and Axel did return, Walter let out a soft groan as Axel removed his jacket. He let his shoulders sink and massaged his temples. Axel noticed his expression and pouted slightly, cupping his face. He hated seeing his Master under unnecessary stress and quickly pressed a kiss to his forehead. Walter let out a small huff, wrapping his arms around Axel.

"I'm sorry, sir, that could've been an e-mail." Axel sighed.

"It could've been sorted over the phone, nevermind an e-mail." Walter shook his head, holding Axel tighter.

"Is there anything I can do to make it better?" Axel asked him.

"Just- Stay here." Walter nestled against his neck.

Axel chuckled softly,"I will, sir. I will."

"Thank you." Walter breathed out.

And they did stay there for a few minutes more, Walter keeping his face buried in Axel's neck. Axel hummed softly to him as he rubbed his back to calm him down. In the end it was a minor issue that was really just a misunderstanding with CMJ that could've been sorted over a phone call. When they did finally part, Walter noticed that Marcel was.. Absent. They couldn't hear him working in the house and he wasn't sitting waiting on the sofa either. They ended up searching the house for him, actually, seeing he wasn't in his room, the kitchen or the bathroom. The only other place he could be was Walter's room and, upon looking around, they couldn't find him.

"Where could he be?" Walter mumbled, crossing his arms.

"He wouldn't leave without-" Axel began before slowly looking to the closet,"Unless.."

"Axel?" Walter raised a brow.

Axel slowly opened the closet door and gasped, taking a step back. He was worried that was where Marcel was hidden, but he was still shocked to actually see him there. It hurt his heart, seeing his cousin curled up in the closet, sitting ever so quiet, perfectly still.. Axel immediately turned to Walter who was quick to approach the closet. They felt awful.. It was heartbreaking to see their boy curled up in the closet like that. Walter knelt down and held his arms open, but Marcel didn't move.

"Marcel.. What are you doing?" Walter asked him.

"Oh- Sir, I was being a good doll while you were gone. There wasn't a nestling doll so I wasn't sure where to wait." Marcel informed him.

"No, you.. Marcel, you don't need to hide in the closet." Walter shook his head,"If we're both out, you can just do what you normally do."

"Why would you need to hide away?" Axel questioned.

"Well, that's just what.. What my Agent did." Marcel's little smile fell,"When he was out and I wasn't needed he.. He put me away."

"Marcel, aren't you claustrophobic?" Axel realized.

Marcel was quiet,"..I just wanted to be good, sir."

Walter quickly pulled Marcel into his arms, holding him close as a quiet sob escaped his lips. Axel was quick to join them and Walter sat both boys on his bed. Marcel snuggled against Axel's side, holding back little sniffles as his cousin rubbed his back and whispered gentle comforts. When Walter returned he has a small bowl of fruit and he sat on the bed, Marcel in the middle of their embrace. Marcel hesitated as Walter.. Offered and fed him pieces of fruit as he and Axel held him tightly. It was just like the early days with his Agent when his Agent would hold him and feed him.. And now, Marcel was terrified. He was so scared for when Walter would change too..

"We never wanted you to feel like he made you feel, Marcel." Axel told him, holding Marcel tightly,"I'm so sorry.."

"I-It's okay, Axel." Marcel nodded slowly.

'I'll handle dinner tonight, boys." Walter told them,"You two get some rest and until then, we can stay here."

"..Thank you." Marcel snuggled against Axel's side.

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Axel woke up slowly that morning, part of him not wanting to leave the warm comfort of Walter's bed due to the September chill. Though Walter was already awake, sat up on the edge of the bed as he trailed his hand through Axel's hair. Axel leaned into the touch and Walter smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Axel's forehead. Slow. Gentle. Warm. Those were the things that Axel loved about these kinds of mornings.. But he did realize now that he had to get up. With Walter awake, that meant Axel would need to make him breakfast if Marcel hadn't done so already.

So Axel sat up, stretching as he did so, and he realized Walter was.. Dressed. Well, mostly. He had his nice shirt and trousers on, yet his tie remained untied, just hanging around his neck. That wouldn't do. Despite his still tired eyes, Axel pulled Walter close with his tie and tied it for him, like an instinct. Walter grinned, wrapping his arms around Axel's waist and pulling his boy into his lap before resting his head on Axel's shoulder. That's when he finally let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry, my boy." Walter began slowly, not looking up from Axel's shoulder.

"For what, sir?" Axel asked, his hand already instinctively combing through Walter's hair to soothe his tension.

"For leaving you and Marcel alone." Walter told him,"My mother called and claimed I need to sort out some family business."

"Business?" Axel asked slowly, not wanting to pry further but still being curious.

Walter.. Left his family to pursue wrestling, they all knew that. And, yes, Axel and Walter had visited the Hahns and vice versa on a handful of occasions but never really for business. Though Walter didn't answer, simply pulling Axel closer and he accepted that. It wasn't his place as a Barthel to interrupt or question how he spent his time.

"Promise me you'll be good, okay? Both of you." Walter sighed.

"I will, sir." Axel nodded,"..But is there anything I can do for you before you leave? I can make you some food or maybe just a coffee?"

"I'll be fine, love." Walter raised his head and pressed a kiss to Axel's forehead.

"Of course, sir." Axel swallowed, trying to hide how his smile faltered.

Truly, he just wanted to be helpful and assist his master. He wasn't sure how to feel when there was nothing for him to do, nothing that needed done. It didn't feel right at all.. But Axel stayed quiet. He got up and got dressed with Walter still sat on the bed, unaware that his master was unable to tear his eyes away from him. Walter was desperate to hold Axel, to squeeze him and just not let go but.. He couldn't. He had to help sort out some family disagreements. Why? Well, as a Hahn that felt he was almost disowned in all but name, Walter wpuld be unbiased. He had nothing to lose or gain from the situation so he'd be 'perfect'.

Walter made his way through to the living room, Axel snug against his side. As they entered, Marcel was doing the same. He yawned, still rubbing his eyes as Walter walked right up to him and pulled his other Barthel close. Marcel tensed briefly, too tired to properly process what was happening before his body relaxed, happily nuzzling against Walter.

"Good boy." Walter patted his back,"Now, I have to go handle some business. But I promise I won't be gone for too long and Axel will take good care of you in my absence."

"You're.. Going away?" Marcel blinked, a faint tremble in his voice.

"For a day, maybe two." Walter assured him,"I'll be back before you know it."

And Marcel clung onto him a little tighter,"I promise I'll be good, sir."

"Shh, I know." Walter gently hushed him,"I know you and Axel will be on your best behavior, you always are."

Marcel smiled softly, but his grip didn't lessen. He didn't want Walter to go because.. He felt bad. He wasn't sure exactly what was wrong but he was cold and sort of light-headed. Maybe he was sick, but he didn't want to tell Walter, especially if he had important business to take care of. Marcel wasn't all that important.

And as Walter prepared to leave, Marcel watched him intently. His eyes rarely left his master. Even as Axel moved to stand at his side, offering a gentle pat on the back, Marcel watched Walter. He watched as he moved around the apartment, focused on his destination. He moved from the living room to the bathroom to his bedroom, fixing his hair and grabbing whatever he thought he may need on this trip. Though Marcel did notice Axel rocking back and forth on his heels slightly, chewing the inside of his cheek. He wanted something. And as Walter re-entered the room, Axel walked forward, poised and confident.. Though his voice came out soft, as always.

"Walter, I know I shouldn't ask but.." Axel trailed off, almost struggling to find his words as he reached down and squeezed Walter's hand.

Walter chuckled softly, squeezing back,"Axel, you're my boyfriend, remember?"

"I know." Axel looked down, now seeming a little embarrassed and that's what gave it away to Marcel.

Marcel couldn't hold back a smile as Walter leaned down and kissed Axel, pulling him in close and raking his free hand through his hair. Axel moved on instinct, wrapping his arms around Walter, desperately reaching and clinging onto him. Axel didn't want him to leave either, and Marcel knew that. Neither man would be alone but neither of them liked being without Walter. He was just.. Safe. Marcel was quick to look away from the kissing couple in front of him, just to give them the privacy he thought they deserved before.. Walter was gone. He offered them a 'I love you, be good' before he left but.. Well, now they were alone. Okay.

"Are you hungry?" Axel spoke first, turning to look at Marcel.

Marcel almost subconsciously reached down and rested his hand over his stomach,"..A little."

Which was true. He hadn't had breakfast so he was a little hungry, yet.. Every time he thought about eating, he felt weird. Not ill, not like he wasn't hungry. Marcel couldn't properly describe it and he hated not knowing what was wrong. Though as Axel lead him through to the kitchen, scanning shelves and cupboards for what they could make, Marcel stayed quiet. Everything would be fine. He was a good Barthel, a good doll.

In the end, Axel made them some toast with a cup of yogurt and fruit on the side. Marcel just smiled as they sat on the sofa together. This may have been going on for months but it still didn't feel real that he was treated like this. In all his years with his agent, he would've never been permitted to eat like this every single day. With Walter, he could eat freely and move around and speak without being ignored. Maybe.. Maybe that's what Marcel loved most about being with his new family. That he was seen, but in a different way.

With his agent, Marcel was always being gawked at, stared at by strangers who didn't care for his wellbeing. He was always poked and prodded and pulled yet forced to remain still. He was ignored for daring to step out of the carefully crafted image his agent had of him. If Marcel ever made a mistake here, he wasn't punished with isolation and a lack of affected.. Walter or Axel would pull him into a safe embrace and just hold him. That's all he needed, to be held and wanted. Wanted... Marcel just wanted to be wanted. Not lusted over or envied. Just.. Wanted. As a person, not a doll.

"Marcel, you like to sew, right?" Axel looked to him.

And Marcel nodded, a small smile on his face,"I do."

"How about, after we finish our chores for today, we see together?" Axel suggested,"I mean, it's just us so.."

"I.. Axel, I think I'd like that a lot." Marcel agreed.

And Marcel looked forward to their sewing session for the rest of the day. Together, because they really had nobody regulating their breaks, they got their chores done relatively quickly and were soon huddled together on the couch, shoulder to shoulder. Axel started with more work-related tasks like repairing his and Walter's ring gear before soon joining Marcel on their own individual projects. It was cozy and if he wasn't so focused on what he was doing, Axel easily could've fallen asleep right then and there. The cold had let up briefly as the day progressed but it was starting to get cold again, so Marcel brought his blanket through for them to share. Axel was a bit to nervous to adjust the heating.

"Are you comfortable?" Axel asked as Marcel slumped against his side.

"Yeah. Cold but.. Yeah." Marcel nodded, turning so he could hold onto Axel.

"Oh- We're hugging." Axel smiled softly, making sure to hold him close,"You okay?"

"This has been.. Amazing." Marcel hummed softly.

"You didn't get to sew much with your agent, did you?" Axel asked slowly.

And Marcel shook his head,"No. It was forbidden. I had to protect my hands, my skin.. Had to be a perfect doll."

Axel gave him a sympathetic look, something Marcel was all too familiar with in this house before.. Axel took his hand. Marcel blinked, bot quite sure what he was doing. Though Axel raised his hand and ran over each line, ran over the rougher areas and the smooth and smiled.

"Sorry, just checking." Axel gave his hand a little squeeze,"You're definitely human."

Hearing that.. Marcel swallowed, feeling himself start to well up as he quickly buried his face in Axel's shoulder. And Axel was gentle as he soothed him, rubbing his back and quietly reassuring him. Human. Marcel was human. He didn't understand why hearing that made him cry or why hearing that.. Was exactly what he needed to hear. They stayed like that until dinner, which they made together before getting ready for bed. Showers, brushing teeth, double checking the house was clean and locked up. Then bed.

Axel got into bed just fine, although he always hated climbing into a bed that was supposed to be shared alone. It was his and Walter's and it just felt so.. Empty, never feeling quite right when he was by himself. Maybe if he grabbed one of Walter's hoodies and wrapped it around a pillow, he'd feel better.. Though, Axel didn't have to deal with his loneliness alone for long when Marcel walked in, blanket around his shoulders.

"Axel, I can't sleep.." Marcel looked down, almost embarrassed to be asking what he was,"I..I'm cold. Can I stay the night with you instead?"

And Axel smiled,"Of course you can. I've been having trouble getting to sleep myself."

"Don't like being by yourself?" Marcel tilted his head to the side.

"Yeah.." Axel admitted, rubbing the back of his neck,"Maybe I just miss Walter."

"I think we both miss Walter." Marcel sighed as he quickly joined Marcel under the covers.

Marcel snuggled under the covers before sharing his blanket, with Axel practically pulling his brother into his chest. He just wanted to hold him close and make sure he was warm. Marcel hummed softly, nestling his head against Axel's shoulder as the two boys slowly fell asleep, safe in one another's arms. While they slept, Axel felt as Marcel stopped shivering and bis body finally relaxed under his touch and.. That's when Axel properly relaxed. He had to make sure his brother was happily sleeping before he could even dare try doing the same.

That night was so.. Peaceful. Quiet, dreamless.. And as Axel woke up the next morning, he found Marcel still fast asleep in his arms. Axel smiled and he pulled Marcel in closer but.. Something was wrong. Marcel was cold. Well, he was always cold, even when wrapped up all nice and warm, but this was different. His skin felt like ice.. Axel slowly sat up with Marcel not stirring at all and he began studying his brother's movements… Or lack thereof. Marcel wasn't moving. Axel hoped his eyes were deceiving him, resting his hand over Marcel's chest to make sure he was breathing. He knew Marcel had learned to practically mask his breathing but.. But Marcel wasn't breathing at all.

“No- Marcel, no! Please..” Axel pleaded, gently shaking Marcel's shoulders.

But Marcel's eyes remained closed. He didn't move, didn't breathe. Axel froze, slowly coming to a realization that he wasn't ready for. It wasn't real.. Right? Axel was quick to rub his, desperately trying to wake up from this nightmare. But he couldn't. This was real..

Axel slowly got out of bed, unable to take his eyes off of Marcel as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. Axel didn't know what to do. What was he supposed to do? He needed to call someone, but who? What did he say? How did he say it? But Axel swallowed harshly and dialed 112. He explained the situation and they told him there was nothing he could do. At this stage, Marcel was beyond saving.. So that's how the police ended up at his door. Well, Axel thought they were police, he wasn't really.. There.

They asked him a lot of questions, mainly about Marcel and what had happened. Axel.. He didn't know. Everything was normal the night before. Sure, he mentioned being cold but.. Was that a sign? Should he have done something? Was there absolutely anything he could've done? No. They said, no, there was nothing he could've done. Marcel was on ‘borrowed time', he always was. They told him that they were a little surprised someone like him had managed to survive and recover after all those years at all. That somehow hurt more, knowing this was inevitable.. But they organized for Marcel's body to be transported to the coroner, and it swiftly was, with Axel being told to stay in contact, they'd be in touch. And.. Now he was alone.

The apartment made little sound, maybe the clink of a pipe or the sound of a bird outside the window.. But Axel didn't respond to it. He just sat on the couch, silent, trying to grapple with the new reality he found himself in. A reality without Marcel.. Axel didn't know how to feel, how to think. He was supposed to be devastated, right? So why wasn't he crying? Why did he feel so.. Numb?

Axel.. Should probably call Walter, right? He deserved to know- No. He needed to know what happened to Marcel. So that's who Axel called next, Walter… But he didn't answer. So Axel called again. Still nothing, no answer. Every time his call went unanswered, Axel shrunk. Now more than ever, he needed his master, needed reassurance.. Axel just needed someone. And that someone would soon wind up knocking on his door, snapping Axel right out of his thoughts. The knock was heavy, one that Axel thought he recognized and so he walked to the door, opening it to see..

“Tim?” Axel asked slowly, not expecting to see his friend and Ringkampf colleague.

“Axel.” Thatcher nodded,”Walter called me last night about him having to do work stuff and not having access to his phone, so he wanted me to check in with you boys.”

“Boys..” Axel repeated, feeling his lip twitch.

“Yeah, you and Marcel.” Thatcher shrugged.

“Do you have time to stay, Tim?” Axel looked up at him.

Well, Thatcher was planning on heading to the gym a little later but he supposed he could spare some time to chat. Especially since he could tell something was bothering Axel and he'd rather find out what it was. As he entered, Thatcher looked around and realized how oddly quiet it was. It was.. Off-putting to not see Marcel working around the house, it had become customary to see it. Thatcher slowly sat down on the sofa, only for Axel to join him and hug into his side.

“Okay, now I know something's wrong.” Thatcher sighed.

And Axel sniffled, holding onto Thatcher a little tighter,”..Tim, I-”

“Woah- What's with the tears? What happened?” Thatcher questioned.

“Marcel.” Axel swallowed,”I woke up and he.. He was just..”

Thatcher was quiet as Axel broke down in his arms. He'd never seen Axel like this before and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. Thatcher pulled Axel in slightly, patting his back as the younger man wrapped his arms around Thatcher and refused to let go. Marcel was.. Well, he didn't know but Thatcher was sure he knew by how Axel was acting. Poor kid..

“Shh, you're gonna be okay.” Thatcher did his best to soothe him.

“I..I couldn't fix it.” Axel sobbed, barely able to get his sentence out.

“I know but, well.. Marcel's in a good place.” Thatcher told him.

They sat quietly for a moment more, the only sound lingering in the apartment being Axel's shaky breathing that he was trying to fix. Thatcher sighed and ruffled Axel's hair, letting him rest his head on his shoulder as his tears continued to fall. Screw the gym, Thatcher was going to stay here with Axel for as long as he needed him to. Hell, he was going to stay the whole day if that was necessary.

Eventually Axel stopped crying but he went almost.. Blank afterwards. He didn't speak much, if at all, and only really moved to lean against Thatcher. He tried to gently nudge him into speaking or doing anything, but Axel was unresponsive. Thatcher asked if he'd eaten and tried to feed him throughout the day, yet Axel didn't stir. It was heartbreaking in a way, to the almost unshakable Thatcher, just.. Seeing his friend in this state. Another thing he tried to do was call Walter, to text him, knowing that he didn't have his phone on the off-chance that he'd see it.

“He won't answer.” Axel spoke softly.

And Thatcher turned to look at him, still on the sofa,”I know.”

“It's okay, I don't want to be a bother.” Axel told him.

“You won't be bothering him by telling him anything.” Thatcher pointed,”Just because you've got an.. Unorthodox relationship now doesn't make you worth any less.”

“Tim-” Axel tried.

“Don't give me a family history lesson, Axel. You and Walter were best friends, you're more than that now.” Thatcher sighed,”Who the hell drilled it into you that you aren't worth the trouble?”

Axel bit his cheek and moved for the first time in what felt like hours. He pulled his knees to his chest, resting his head on his legs. Thatcher just.. Looked at him, knowing there was more that he wasn't being told. He sighed, shaking his head as he finally gave up and put the phone down. He knew Axel was having a hard day, the understatement of the century, and he hadn't eaten at all either so.. Thatcher did the first thing that came to his mind. He scooped up Axel, much to the surprise of the latter and laid him carefully on Walter's bed.

"Tim, I don't-" Axel quickly shook his head.

But Tim shushed him,"Just relax. Try and get some rest."

"I can't." Axel looked up at him.

"Kid, listen to me. You need to rest, I'll go get Walter for you." Thatcher pointed,"Do you want me to grab you one of his hoodies or something?"

Axel looked down,"Please?"

Thatcher nodded and peered into the closet, picking out a large hoodie for Axel to wear and he tossed it to him. Axel practically curled up inside it as he laid back down. Good. Thatcher gave him a firm pat on the side as he looked down at Axel, his eyes not closing even a touch. But Thatcher was sure that eventually Axel wpuld get some sleep, even a little bit. And with that, he left the little apartment and made his way to the his car. He wasn't sure exactly where the Hahns lived, but he was going to find them and he was going to find Walter. He deserved to know.

And Thatcher drove that night until he eventually found the manor house. Huh. Walter really wasn't kidding about his family being loaded. But he got it. This is why it took so long for his friend to admit anything about his past or family life. Hell, it took Axel finding out and becoming his little butler of sorts for Thatcher and Wolfe to start asking questions and it took a fair bit of pushing for the information they did it. And even then, Thatcher couldn't picture his Walter living.. Here. It just didn't fit. And despite the time, Thatcher knocked on the door and waited for an answer.

It was a woman who answered the door, one he didn't know, and she didn't seem too pleased to see him. Oh well.

"You're lucky I even answered the door this late." She hissed,"What could you possibly want at this hour, sir?"

"Sir." Thatcher hummed to himself before clearing his throat,"Uh, I'm here to see Walter. He's here on business?"

"Walter?" The woman rubbed her eyes,"Well, their meeting ran late so everyone headed to bed. You'll have to come back in the morning."

"Absolutely not. Walter needs to know this right now." Thatcher stated.

"Know what?" She questioned.

And Thatcher sighed,"One of his Barthels has.. Passed away."

And that made the woman freeze, her face almost immediately softening. But Thatcher didn't need her sympathy. Even if he missed the sweet man that often sat in on training sessions and offered to cook and bring them food whenever they needed it.. But Thatcher was fine. He would be okay. That got the woman to let Thatcher inside and point him in the direction of Walter's room, offering her condolences to them as she did so.

Thatcher followed her instruction and walked along the corridor, hand trailing against the fancy printed wallpaper. He eventually found Walter's room and simply walked inside, not caring to knock or wait to be let in. And inside.. Walter wasn't sleeping. He was sat on his bed, head in his hands and clearly exhausted.. But he did look up when Thatcher approached him.

"Tim-" Walter blinked,"Tim? What are you doing here?"

"To deliver some news that I never thought I'd have to." Thatcher sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder.

And Walter tensed,"..What happened? Are the boys okay?"

"Marcel.. He passed away last night in his sleep." Thatcher informed him,"Axel woke up and he was just gone. There was nothing that could've been done."

And Walter fell silent, covering his mouth,"Oh my god.."

"Walter, I-" Thatcher began, but Walter cut him off.

"I was here when I could've spent his last day with him?" Walter breathed out,"No. No, Tim, I don't-"

"Hey." Thatcher pulled Walter to his feet and into his embrace, holding him tight,"I'm here.. Okay?"

Walter let out a tired chuckle,"Going soft, Tim?"

"Be quiet and let me be here for you." Thatcher huffed.

"..Thank you." Walter swallowed.

Walter and Thatcher stayed there for a few minutes, neither speaking or attempting to move. They didn't cry, even though Walter felt like it, but both knew that they were safe with each other if they did. When they did finally part, Walter collected his phone from the drawer it was being stored in and left with Thatcher, giving him a nod before they both got in their separate cars. And Walter followed Thatcher home, letting out a shaky breath when he entered the quiet apartment. Walter made his way through to his room while Thatcher decided to crash on the sofa.

In his room, Walter found Axel. He was still awake, curled up in Walter's hoodie and Walter looked down at him. His boy.. Walter practically collapsed onto the bed beside him and pulled Axel close to his chest. Axel rolled over in his arms and grabbed onto Walter, letting out a quiet sob. Walter kissed the top of his head, finally letting his tears fall.

"I'm here, my boy." Walter rubbed his back,"I.. I am so sorry."

"I couldn't.. Sir-" Axel sniffled.

"It wasn't your fault." Walter told him,"We knew this would happen.."

"But it hurts." Axel whimpered,"It hurts so bad, sir.."

"I know." Walter gave him a gentle squeeze,"But we've got each other."

"..I miss him." Axel looked up at him.

"I do too, sweet boy." Walter pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead,"I do too.."