A while back we offered a Trilogy Package with a multi tool, fixed blade and folder. This one turned out pretty damn cool I think. #scorpion6trilogy #scorpion6knives #scorpion6family #scorpion6overfallslim #pingvin #kriger (at San Tan Valley, Arizona) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNtdGriAgmr/?igshid=1n06o07sguf89
Author’s Notes | I hope you guys can forgive me for taking so long!
Universe | Krigger
Pairing | No pair, Mads and reader’s friendship.
Info | Fixing plot AU, requested by @rekdreams-fandom and @lyanna-the-giantsbane
Words | 3261
⁑ Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, cold-blood murder. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.
"You may say whatever you want, Mads. I barely know this guy and I don't trust him. Period!"
That was and would always be your answer about that strange man with a strange name Mads was so involved with. Somehow, since he came to work with him, Mads had become deep friends with this man, CC, and you weren't this sure that man was really what he was showing Mads he was. Especially with all that shit coming up after he came.
Something in him was stinky to your nose. That way he was always asking Mads favors or how he was totally clean the last time Mads was taken to the police station with him... You mean, Mads was strong and stuff, but he wasn't the one to send that officer to the hospital for sure. Then why was everyone saying it was his fault? And why did CC always walk out that damn station without a single problem in his file?
With time, your mistrust started making CC even stranger when it was about you: he would always avoid your presence when speaking to Mads or call your friend to shit that wouldn't involve you. You were sure he was fucking up something and Mads would end up stained with whatever he was doing - but you never thought it was something that big...
You knew how nervous Mads was about Joy's baby coming that day - and what a day for his son to come up? A fucking rat at the club, Tom wanting everyone at the warehouse right now, locking you guys up; Mads was going insane and he didn't even want to hear you talking about how you were so sure the rat was his precious friend CC - a man he was even thinking of making his son's godfather. Uhum...
Not even in his best dreams you would stand up beside that bastard in a church to bless your godson to come! No way you would accept that bastard to be any closer to Mads than he was now. Not when you saw his way to mess with his phone nervously before pretending there was nothing wrong when delivering the device at the door of the warehouse to be checked. You could be sure that asshole erased all his compromising history and all the messages he exchanged with Mads about the side services he was calling your friend to do all the time!
The messages would be in Mads' phone for everyone to see, of course. If that bastard wasn't roaming around your nervous friend, speaking in his ears like a damn snake, sneaking Mads' phone inside his pocket to give it back to him without anyone's eyes over it.
Trying to convince him to leave.
"I'll cover you, Mads. Don't worry. I'll talk to Tom. It's your son, man..."
Mads was looking at the bathroom. You knew about the safe tunnels Tom had in the bathrooms for you guys to leave if it was necessary.
If there was a rat, then Tom wouldn't mind investigating who it was if someone tried to leave the warehouse in the middle of that situation: a single stumble and Tom would declare Mads the rat and "extinguish the plague", as he was saying himself. You couldn't let it happen!
Mads was your brother. Almost a little brother for you. The two of you were into that together since always and fuck, he was about to be a father! What kind of bastard tried to do such a thing to a god damn newborn's father?
Your anger boiled enough. CC was too distracted guiding Mads to his trap to really pay attention when you went towards Tom's room. Rød preventing you from coming in until you looked right into his eyes.
"Tom wants a rat. I can give it to him. I know who's fucking us and I can prove."
Enough for Rød to open the door getting a murderous glare in return from an angry Tom with the cellphones in his hand.
"She says she knows who's fucking us. And she says she has proof."
"Come in, darling," he said, calling you that way you hated so much to be called.
But this time you weren't there to prove yourself more than one of those whores they were used to fucking. You were there to save your friend, your brother. Then fuck it, you wouldn't care about nicknames. You could fucking punch his face for that later.
"No. You come out. I'll take you and Rød and whoever wants to come and take your rat to him, but it must be right now. Or else, he'll flee through the male bathroom in a few moments."
The immediacy in your voice was enough to have them getting up, following you towards the male bathroom where you asked god CC would be, mutely begging he didn't have convinced Mads to leave yet.
"Mads, you must trust me," you heard CC's voice and rose your hand, asking them to listen to that conversation before coming in.
Tom came forward near the door, listening to what was happening inside and you felt your stomach floating inside your belly.
One step wrong... Just one step and Mads would be fucked.
"I have no reason to fucking flee, CC. I did nothing wrong and you know I covered you up in that shit with the officer! You know you were the one to knock that bastard up and I took that blame to clean your ass!"
You smiled. Mads was nervous. Nervous he would always speak too much.
Tom's forehead frowned as the conversation continued.
"Mads, Tom is fucking searching for a rat. Do you really think he'll hear to excuses? And your son won't wait, man. Joy needs you. You covered me with the officer thing and I know you have been helping me with the shit I ask you to do. What's the matter of me covering your back this time uh? Go see your son, man. I'll talk to Tom about this shit. There is no history on my phone and he won't have yours. My word is enough, just fucking go, man!"
You saw Tom's face gaining more and more wrinkles and he finally burst into the bathroom, not waiting for that conversation to go further. Your heart sunk inside your chest as everyone came into the bathroom and you walked in, standing near, but not beside Mads as you wanted.
"What historic isn't on your phone that I cannot see on Mads', brother?"
You saw your friend becoming livid. Mads' eyes went straight inside yours and for a moment, you saw him looking at you as if you were the worst of the betrayers. But you knew you were doing the best for him.
You knew you were saving him or at least you were doing your best in this direction.
"Tom, it's not what you..." CC started and Tom cut him, extending his hand towards Mads.
"Cellphone," he demanded.
You saw Mads' hand trembling as he took his device from his pocket.
"Tom, we were trying to..."
"Shut up! And give me this shit! Now!" Tom yelled, causing Mads to lose the grip around the phone.
But it was a slap from CC in his hand that really caused the device to go straight to the ground, breaking its screen, causing you to feel your soul being dragged out of your body.
If that shit wasn't functional anymore, then Tom wouldn't be patient to separate them both.
Rød pointed his gun to CC's head, but nobody tried to stop Mads who lowered himself down and picked up the cellphone, giving it to Tom without putting up any fights - Mads was always considered harmless.
He was harmless to that club.
He was dedicated. He loved that place. He wanted those colors with all his heart. He served that shit as if it was his own family!
Who could believe he was really the fucking rat? Who, in good consciousness, would believe that shit CC was trying to plant right in front of your eyes?
Tom picked up the phone and his eyes were straight on CC. That reflexive movement was enough to make him not trustable once again...
Why was he trying to break Mads' phone so hard?
What did he have to hide?
Tom opened the screen and even missing some shards of glass, because something likes you in heaven, that shit worked in his hand. You felt your throat closed as Tom was sliding his fingers through the broken glass, reading the many times Mads told CC it wasn't right, they shouldn't be doing this. Or asked why the fuck did he needed pics of their clients or stupid stuff he was asking Mads to do. The many times CC said it was Tom's ask, Tom's order, convincing Mads to do anything he wanted using Mads' blind loyalty to the club, almost all the time, as a way to manipulate him.
"And then..." Tom started as you felt your eyes full of tears you didn't let fall. "You cover Mads' back as he flees by doing what? Telling me Mads did it all by himself... Making me mad with my brother when the rat was right under my nose."
The weight of the world left your shoulders when Tom looked at CC with death dancing in his eyes. Mads was shaking, but you were more. He couldn't believe how tense was every single muscle of your body, thinking somehow that situation could turn against your brother and cause you to lose in that place.
"Tom... It's not what you're thinking, man. I was trying to..." CC tried.
"You were trying to fuck us up. But don't worry, my friend. Mads did his shit as well..."
Words enough to get your whole body tense once again. Mads' eyes looked at you and you saw how scared he was.
He was going to be a father. He was a good man. He was your brother! And you were one step closer to have fucked up his whole life.
"Guided or not, he gave you what you wanted, CC. So, I'm sure you're the rat," Tom said, taking his gun out of his belt and causing you to feel your whole body alert: you knew it was madness, but you were ready to jump in between them and protect Mads with your own body if necessary.
But instead of pointing it towards Mads, he turned the gun in his hand and handled it out to Mads, hitting the cable against Mads' chest.
"But I'm not sure if you're trustable or not," he completed, looking straight into Mads' eyes. "Were you with him, protecting him, covering the rat under my rugs... Or are you so deeply my brother that your loyalty was used against me because you trusted those were really my words in his mouth?" Tom asked as Mads took the gun from his hand, surprised he was giving him something he never allowed anyone else to touch. "What is your side, little Mads? Are you with me?"
The tension inside that place was so solid that it would easily be cut with a knife. Mads' hand started shaking with the gun in his hand. His eyes dancing from CC to yours to Tom's, showing how cornered and scared he was.
"Don't do anything you'll regret, brother," CC said, daring to call him like that, putting even more of Mads' feelings inside the situation.
"Yeah..." Tom answered with an ironic smile on his face. "Don't do anything you'll regret, brother."
So much pressure! Mads scratched his head with the gun in his hand and his eyes went to yours almost as if he was begging for help. He didn't want to do what he had to do and you knew it. He didn't want to believe in what was so clear in front of his eyes. But you looked at him with kindness and trust in your eyes.
For a moment, Mads looked straight at you and you sighed, nodding at him, mutely saying he could do it and you trusted his heart was pure.
You knew he wasn't betraying the club.
He knew he wasn't doing that.
There was only one truth in that room and it was CC trying to fuck everyone and blame him in the middle of everything.
Mads pointed the gun towards CC's head.
"What would you do after I left, CC?" he asked, looking at his "friend" you so many times warned him wasn't his friend. "How would you cover my back when Tom was sure I was the fleeing rat through his sewers?"
"Mads..." CC started, stumbling with the words.
He didn't have a plan.
To cover Mads' back was never his plan.
Mads' hands stopped shaking.
"I was going to give him to you..." Mads mumbled, so full of disappointment. "I would call you to be his godfather."
His son.
Mads would call that bastard to be his son’s godfather and there he was, fucking everyone from behind Mads’ back and using him as a fucking shield.
"Mads, brother..." CC tried.
But the gunshot echoed loudly, cutting your breath for a second as Mads yelled louder than the sound of the gun silencing CC once and for all on that floor.
"I'M NOT YOUR BROTHER, MOTHERFUCKER!"
The silence covered the whole place like a heavy mantle before Tom's laugh and his hands clapping could be heard, completely out of the local mood.
"What a fucking amazing shot, brother! Amazing! Look at this? Bang! One rat down! Fuck, Mads, I didn't know you could shot this way!" he said, patting Mads' shoulder and taking his gun back as if Mads' body wasn't entirely tense. "Rød, call the boys to take out the trash from my bathroom. Get rid of this shit," he continued, pulling the buttons of CC's vest, taking it off the dead body still stained in blood. "The two of you... Come with me," he ordered, carrying the vest out of the bathroom and finally allowing you to move your body towards Mads, embracing him and pulling him away from the body he didn't stop staring at.
Mads was cold as a block of ice. His body moved into your embrace almost automatically.
"I believed him," he mumbled. "I thought he was my friend, Y/N. He was going to fuck me... I thought he was my friend..."
You cupped his face, looking at him and forcing his eyes to look into yours.
"Stop it. You believed in him, yeah, you did. Not your fault, my man. It's not on you. You were loyal and you were his friend. You covered his back and acted like a brother. It's not your mistake if he was a son of a bitch. This is on his bill, brother. This is on him," you said, straightening Mads and touching your forehead with his. "I thought I would lose you... God, I'm happy you're here. I'm so happy you're here."
Mads nodded, pulling you into his arms, embracing you tight.
"Come on, little lovebirds!" Rød interrupted the moment coming back into the bathroom with some men to take CC's body out. "Tom told you to follow him. Go, go!"
You sighed, pulling Mads by the hand. You walked towards the warehouse where Tom and the others were waiting for you guys to arrive. Rød brought CC's body and it was thrown in the middle of the circle the members of the club were forming. Mads swallowed dry but you held his hand, feeling as he clenched his fingers around your hand in return, tight.
"Today we found a rat among us. This is what happens when we have pests inside," Tom started, pointing CC's dusty and bloodied body on the ground. "But it was my mistake..." he said, kinda debauched. "I might be too far from my brothers now. Far enough for a man to be able to play with my brothers, telling them words and saying they were mine. Using their loyalty to me to get his dirty job done because I gave him power to do so. I must stop asking people to do my job: if I have to talk to you guys, I might speak to each one of you, myself. So, if someone speaks for me, you may know this person is as trustable as our little rat in here."
Tom landed his foot over CC's chest, smiling at the others.
"However, this is not a day to be mad. Pests treated, we have some loyal members to prize today. Someone was good enough to find and brave enough to point the rat inside our house. Someone was loyal enough to blindly follow my words even when they weren't coming from my mouth. I like to be able to trust my brothers and sisters' words. I like to have people who will do what's necessary at any cost for this brotherhood. So, I want to have these people closer to me now."
He landed his hand over your shoulder and Mads' shoulder, embracing the two of you, one with each of his arms.
"Let us welcome our new brother and sister today. And celebrate for our brother just arrived and he might become a father today - if his son is not already born and is waiting for his dada to come home!"
The members yelled, saluting the new members as Tom delivered you a brand new vest and handed to Mads the one CC was dressing, still stained in blood.
"This was yours. It was supposed to be yours when he came to take it from you, brother. Now it's landing on the right hands," Tom smiled.
You smiled, despite still being tense. It was a long day, but that was a moment Mads was waiting for so long. Now was there, the colors he wanted so bad. The colors he fought so hard to dress.
Mads got himself into the vest and looked at you, smiling as you got dressed as well.
With a strong grip, he held your hand and the two of you touched your foreheads on each other's shoulders in a gesture so common to your long friendship with him.
"I won't forget what you did today. He almost got me fucked. You saved my life and my honor. I'll never forget what you did and who I can trust in," Mads said, causing those tears to finally wet your eyes. "Hey..." he smiled, caressing your face. "Don't cry, sis... It's not a day to cry."
"No. It's a day to smile," you answered.
"And to celebrate!" Tom's voice cut the two of you as he held Mads' phone still in his hand. "It's born and it's a fucking boy, my man!" he said, causing Mads to giggle as Tom showed Joy's message at the broken screen saying Mads' child was finally in this world. "It's a fucking new pup! Let us drink and howl!" Tom yelled, starting a whole noisy riot at the warehouse with all the Wolves howling, laughing, and starting to spread drinks around as if there wasn't a pair of newbies taking out a body from the ground.
But in the middle of that mess, you could only see your best friend smiling. All the trust and gratitude of the world in his eyes towards you. Your sweet Mads, your little brother was alive.
A/N: I just started Kriger lol But I get ideas and just go with it lol I likely will do more lol but I was impatient lol @honestsycrets gif credit
You two live with one another, mainly because even when you’re not with him, he was worried about you.
He’s kind of clingy but you love it. He’s always holding your hand, nuzzling his nose along the line of your neck and kissing you
Mads has no qualms claiming you as his old lady. He’s damn near jealous about it.
He’s not the brightest guy but he has a sweet heart, you know this already, but you love him regardless of his sometime lack of common sense.
He gets along well with all your friends and flusters them when he gives a friendly smile.
You purely admire his ambition to be better, even if his ideas are random as hell and bring you unneeded heat sometimes
Mads is one to see the bigger picture, wrecked house let’s buy some paint?
He keeps you away from the fuckery. He’s involved in. The club never comes on, other than his cut and he for sure keeps it on while he’s fucking you
You two argue a lot, but it doesn’t mean you hate each other, nope quite the contrary. One second you are yelling at each other, the next you’re bent over his Harley in the bac of your apartment raking nails down his back
Mads comes home late but always wakes you up with scattered kisses to your stomach
He never lets you see him struggle, not enough money to pay the rent, this dude is robbing banks and making ploys to make something happen
Mads has a tendency to fall in with anyone and is highly impressionable, so you’re defensive. “I don’t trust this guy. Babe.” He won’t listen until he figures it out himself and will for sure come back to you and apologizing.
