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🚗 How the Sakamaki Brothers drive hcs—

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Shu:

🚗 This asshole knows how to drive.

🚗 He just refuses to get his license because Reiji will send him out to do errands.

🚗 So, to avoid that and because he’s lazy, he just takes the limo.

🚗 But bear in mind that he does own a car, several actually.

🚗 He probably owns cars that do certain technical things on their own, so he doesn’t have to do much.

🚗 Such as cars that have automatic doors and backhatchs, and ones you can start with the push of a button rather than keys.

🚗 He just wouldn’t get a car that requires more work. If he sees convenience, he’s doing it. It’s the lazy ass in him.

🚗 Doesn’t go out much, it’s just when he’s tried everything at home and is now desperate for some quite.

🚗 Although he may know how to drive, he’s not exactly the most careful driver.

🚗 He’s pretty careless actually and doesn’t give a shit if he bumps/runs into things since Karl’s insurance will take care of the damages.

🚗 But if he just so happens to crash into one of Karl’s precious statues or buildings that he owns, he’s paying for it both in money and punishment.

🚗 So, he stears clear of shit Karl owns.

🚗 Accidentally reversed into the mansion’s foyer once since he was half asleep and accidentally stuck the gear shift into reverse instead of forward.

🚗 And you can imagine Reiji’s endless lecture after that lmao xDD.

🚗 His reaction would literally be this, whilst Laito is telling him to calm down like in the vid.

🚗 Parks like shit—like, the car's ass hangs slightly out of the parking space, making it difficult for others to park next to him. Kinda like this.

🚗 And most of the time, he parks like this to piss people off.

🚗 Has a habit of driving with one hand, two is just too tiresome.

🚗 He never checks his mirrors, so he doesn’t know what’s behind him.

Reiji:

🚗 Very professional and cautious when driving.

🚗 The guy looks like a chauffeur when he’s driving since he’s so precise.

🚗 Plus, he drives with his gloves and ALWAYS with both hands on the wheel.

🚗 The guy’s a stiff board when driving, like he’s not relaxed or placing his back against his seat.

🚗 Always checks the mirrors, gears, tire pressure and everything else before taking off.

🚗 If his brothers are riding with him, he always reminds them to put on their seat belts before he takes off and literally watches them put them on to make sure they actually do it.

🚗 Follows the law like it’s an oath.

🚗 Doesn’t allow talking when he’s driving.

🚗 Forbids anyone to drink or eat in his car, especially when he’s driving.

🚗 He was once driving his brothers somewhere and he accidentally ran the red, and they gave him such a hard time for it—until this very day even.

🚗 Although he follows the law to the T, he has a horrible habit of going a little slower than the speed limit.

🚗 He usually stays about 10 mph below the limit because he wants to have control of the car in case another driver ends up crashing ahread of him, that way he has time to stop or shift over into another lane to avoid the scene.

🚗 Once got a ticket for going too slow on the road and he debated with the officer for two hours.

🚗 One time Ayato pranked him by making him think that he was being pulled over by the cops by playing a fake siren noise with his phone.

🚗 Everyone was laughing but Rei was so worried he did something wrong.

And when he realized it was a prank he was so mad, he literally stopped the car and told him to get out.

🚗 Overall, Reiji's pretty confident when performing all different sorts of maneuvers, but he gets a little tense with any sort of parking because he believes it's got to be absolutely perfect and centered.

🚗 He literally brings a protractor and tape measure to ensure both sides of the car are parked at an equal distance from the white border lines.

🚗 Has only one car and treats it as if it were his child.

🚗 Brings it to the car wash every week and has it polished. He also has the interior cleaned and sterilized.

🚗 Reiji probably drives something like a black Lexus since it’s classy. He really doesn’t want any other car because he thinks it’ll be too flashy for him.

Laito:

🚗 He named his car after one of the women he slept with because it reminded him of her.

🚗 Plus, he probably had sex with her in a car, so that’s probably why lmao.

🚗 Laito probably drives something along the lines of a Mercedes-Benz C-Class Coupe since it’s flashy and luxurious.

🚗 Anyways, he’s pretty fluid driver.

🚗 He’s not tense and is actually super relaxed when driving.

🚗 Probably goes driving the most out of his brother to get out of the house.

🚗 Or really just to pick up girls.

🚗 But, he isn’t the greatest driver though.

🚗 Gets confused with turn signals.

🚗 So, he'll signal a right and then go left.

🚗 Has ran a few reds.

🚗 Has crossed the double lines

🚗 Is bad with direction. So, instead of a right on a red, he’ll do a left.

🚗 Has made out with a chick while driving.

🚗 Don't ask me how he did it.

🚗 His car has really heavy air freshener, like it almost makes anyone gag from how strong and concentrated it is.

🚗 He checks the mirrors before taking off, but not in a way you’d imagine.

🚗 He like fixes his hair, admires his complexion and compliments himself.

🚗 And if by chance Subaru’s with him, he’s definitely going to tell him off and to start the fucking car.

🚗 Likes to wear sunglasses when driving cuz he thinks he looks fashionable.

🚗 Never removes his fedora in the car.

🚗 Unless he wants to get rough ;)))

🚗 If by chance he’s driving and sees a hot chick, he’ll look back and get distracted enough to the point that he’ll crash into something.

🚗 Or if he’s at a stop sign and sees a chick a finds attractive and she looks his way, he’ll unbutton a few buttons on his shirt to ‘entertain’ her.

🚗 God wtf.

🚗 If Laito’s driving a girl somewhere, he angles the mirror to get a view of her chest or legs.

🚗 He's a mess when driving up or down slopes.

🚗 When driving up one, he steps on the gas so hard to ensure he makes it up because he doesn't fully trust the car.

🚗 When going down a hill, he gets pretty aggressive with the break because he's worried he'll lose control and bruise/wreck his face if he gets into an accident.

🚗 Oh and fun fact, he likes to keep lubricants and condoms on his front dash or where the middle glovebox/gear shift is.

🚗He wants got pulled over because he accidentally left his fog lights on. Although because the cop was female he thought he could convince her to let him off easy.

🚗 “Oh please, can’t we just make a deal?” He’d beg.

🚗 “Not a chance, princess.” The cop would say.

🚗 And no matter what, he ended up with a ticket.

Kanato:

🚗 At first, he didn’t want to learn how to drive. He thought it was pointless since the family’s chauffeur would take them anywhere they wanted to go, but Ayato and Laito convinced him to so he tried.

🚗 When he was first learning how to drive it was an adventure.

🚗 Ayato and Laito were in the car with him and were teaching him the basics, such as where the accelerator and brake pedals were, what the letters on the gear shift stood for, etc.

And the time finally came when Kanato had to actually drive and put what he learned into practice.

🚗 And this is where things got crazy.

🚗 The three of them brought the car over to a dry, vacant field attached to the manor so Kanato could practice using the accelerator and brake pedals.

🚗 He started the car and Ayato told him to go, so Kanato put the car in drive and floored it.

🚗 He ended up taking off really fast and Ayato and Laito were yelling at him to stop, but because this was his first time driving, he was getting the pedals mixed up.

🚗 So instead of hitting the brake pedal, he kept flooring the accelerator, which only led them to go faster and faster. They were practically screaming their heads off for him to stop.

🚗 “Brother, please! Are you trying to k!ll us?!” Laito would scream.

🚗 “Stop the car, you idiot!” Ayato would hiss.

🚗 “I can’t!” Kanato would shout.

🚗 Unfortunately, they eventually ended up crashing into a tree in the field.

🚗 And tbh, it was probably the only thing that could’ve stopped him.

🚗 And to make matters worse, the car they crashed was Reiji’s xDD.

🚗 And when Reiji found out, he was hysteric and the lecturing went on for a month after that incident.

🚗 After the accident, Kanato swore he would never attempt to drive again, but with Ayato and Laito taunting him about it enough and giving him the idea that he could pick up and drive chicks around, it sparked his interest to give driving another shot.

🚗 So, he began practicing again and he eventually got the hang of it.

🚗 And when this happened, he saved up and bought himself a car. Probably something compact like an antique Fiat 500.

🚗 And because Ayato and Laito were the ones that convinced him to learn how to drive in the first place, he figured he’d show them his new car.

🚗 “Well, here it is.” He’d say, motioning towards the car. “So, I want to know your opinions. What do you think of it?”

🚗 “Oh, brother, it’s so cute.” Laito would comment. “It’s small like you.”

🚗 And this led to a never ending argument that Ayato attempted to break up, but ended up getting solved because Reiji stepped outside because of their yelling.

🚗 Laito, Ayato and Subaru give him a hard time about his height and tease him about moving the seat forward a bit more, or having books for him to sit on so he can see.

🚗 The passager seat is only for Teddy. Subaru once made the mistake of sitting there and he yelled at him for it.

🚗 Kanato’s really tense when he drives. Like, there’s no relaxation since he’s easily vexed.

🚗 Road rage all the way.

🚗 Some guy cut him off once and he just lost it.

🚗 Which led him to honk the horn, flip the bird and roll down the window to tell the guy off.

🚗 Kanato can’t parallel park, it’s daunting and requires a lot of patience, something he doesn’t have.

🚗 He’s outrun the cops several times to avoid getting a ticket, and because he still has a lead-heavy foot from his early driving days, it comes all too easy to him to escape them.

Ayato:

🚗 Retook the drivers test 100 times before he got his license and even then, he barely passed.

🚗 He’s honestly no good at driving.

🚗 Because of his reckless driving, Karl doesn't allow him to have a good car.

🚗 He did once, but Ayato ended up ruining the car for a stupid reason so Karl figured it just wasn't worth getting him another one since he'd just repeat history.

🚗 He used to own a sports car, but now he just drives a small Saturn.

🚗 Puts tacky stickers on his car and you can bet he plastered one that says 'ore-sama is the best' on the back window.

🚗 Put hydraulics on his car so he can lift the front end up and down to show off.

🚗 He also put really flashy rims on the tires and it just doesn't match the paint job or the style of the car.

🚗 Bumps into everything and then drives off so he doesn’t get the blame.

🚗 So, apparently it’s canon that the Mukamis live across from the Sakamakis (but yards and yards away), and Ayato once crashed into their front gate and quickly took off with out a freakin’ word because remember, he doesn’t want to get the blame.

🚗 When Mukamis investigated the broken gate, they were just puzzled and questioned who could’ve done it.

🚗 Yuma instantly wanted to blame the Sakamakis but Ruki said he couldn’t because they didn’t have evidence.

🚗 So then, he moved onto another possibility.

🚗 “Oh my god, who would do this?” Kou would question, looking at the gate.

🚗 “Obviously the people who don’t like your music—that’s who!” Yuma would retort.

🚗 And you can best bet, the bickering between those two didn’t end for a while. xDD

🚗 Ayato has tried to break speeding records.

🚗 But with this, he’s gotten caught for speeding and has received various tickets in the past.

🚗 Even for other fouls too, such as parking and driving on the wrong side of the road.

🚗 Has received the most tickets out of his brothers, and possibly had his license revoked once.

🚗 Has tried to drive with his feet.

🚗 Like Laito, he likes to drive with his sunglasses on.

🚗 Gets confused with alternating one foot between the accelerator and brake, which is one of the main reasons why he ends up crashing.

🚗 Oh, and he drives with no shoes on.

🚗 Likes to race people—like, if he senses that someone is trying to show off, he’ll do the same and try to race them.

🚗 He has even raced the Mukamis since they were side by side on the road once and he just felt the need to show off.

🚗 Ruki was driving and he didn’t mind this little competition. He actually found it amusing.

🚗 But it was short lived because Ayato ended up getting careless and crashed.

🚗 His car is disgusting on the inside, it smells like something died in there. There’s just a bunch of trash in his car—from candy wrappers, empty bags of chips, melted chocolate on the seats, don’t ask about the last one.

🚗 Since he likes to break records and troll people, he thought it would be clever to drive in his bat form once.

🚗 This way he’d throw off everyone who was driving on the road alongside him.

🚗 People would turn their heads to find a bat steering the wheel.

🚗 It got so bad it went on the news and Reiji was waiting for him to get back and wondered why he was so late.

🚗 It wasn’t until he asked everyone in the living room why he was late that Shu pointed out that he was making history.

🚗 “Where on earth is Ayato? He’s supposed to be on time for our family dinner party.”

🚗 Shu would point to the TV and say, “Oh, you don’t know? He’s busy being on channel five.”

🚗 This made Reiji shocked and also very disappointed. He watched the TV with his arms crossed. “That incompentent fool is blowing our cover! Just think what will happen if father sees this?! That footage must be deleted at once!”

Subaru:

🚗 Is the best driver out of all his brothers.

🚗 He knows how to do every driving manuver, but is sorta rough while doing them.

🚗 He’s reckless, but the guy never hits people when he drives, others hit him.

🚗 Which sends him into overdrive since he doesn’t like the idea of ppl fucking up his car.

🚗 Has multiple cars and treats them like they’re his babies. He mostly owns vintage cars. Like a 1965 Black Falcon with a convertible top for example.

🚗 The most vintage car he owns is probably a 1957 Chevy Bel Air Coupe.

🚗 He even owns a few motorcycles. Probably a few Harley Davidson ones.

🚗 Has the most vehicles out of his brothers since he likes to drive. It's also because he likes to work on them.

🚗 Rejet make mechanic!Subaru canon plz.

🚗 Spends a lot of time polishing them too.

🚗 One time, Ayato leaned on one of his cars and he was getting pretty antsy about it.

🚗 The triplets are always teasing Subaru about buying an actual Subaru and he gets ticked every time.

🚗 Has a soft spot for one of his cars and secretly named it after a girl.

🚗 Keeps a flask of alcohol under the driver’s seat.

🚗 He’s a good driver but he will cut people off if he deems it necessary. It’s his version of saying fuck you on the road.

🚗 Has definitely flipped people off on the road when they’ve pissed him off.

🚗 Has gotten a few speeding tickets from time to time.

🚗 He switches lanes to get somewhere faster, and ends up getting honked at for it.

🚗 An impatient driver, the guy’s always yelling and cursing at people to move.

🚗 Keeps a lace garter from a girl he once knew decades ago in the glove box of one of his cars as a secret souvenir.

🚗 Laito once found it and teased him endlessly about it.

🚗 "Ooh, what's this? Is my little brother getting some lately? Care to spare some details?"

🚗 “Tch! I ain’t tellin’ you shit. Fuckin’ perv.” Subaru would retort.

🚗 Kou once bumped into his car and let’s just say Subaru wasn’t happy about it, especially because it was Kou out of all people.

🚗 “Aw, what a coincidence?” Kou would say. “Didn’t think I’d be bumping into you today out of all people.”

🚗 “Tch!”

🚗 Kou would of course try to weasel his way out of paying for the damages and attempt to strike a deal with Subaru. “Well, accidents happen. Say, how about we make a deal? How about we-,”

🚗 “No! You hit it, you’re paying for it, asshole!” Subaru would hiss.

🚗 Remember, don’t hit his precious cars.

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vayneoc · 11 months

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Negative Trait Tag Game.

Also known as "How much of a red flag my oc is". Sponsor of this post: @juststayquiete. As always like a kitty brings fun stuff on my porch. Hi kitty (｡･ω･)ﾉﾞ

Rules: bold for what always or almost always applies, italicize for occasional/situational. Strikethrough never applies.

Vayne

Welp. That's some pack of oranges here. Basically I see Vayne somewhat around true neutral on the verge of neutral evil. Critical, distant and not committed to "honour" over her own worldview and demands, yet minding her reputation and being a respectable partner in crime...as long as you do the same... and will be missed in case of an "accident". Profits come and go, yet enemies tend to stay.

oh fuck i forgot the tagging part.

@bnbc @soul-invictus @wanderingaldecaldo @corpocookie

do it. or don't. my business is booping and it's done.

*boops the tagged crew on the nose*

#oc: vayne #fem v #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #my stuff #oh shi. i clicked posted instead of draft. well. let's call it a starter for fem v friday. it is friday somewhere on this planet already...#the shot is from the new pack that i will post on fem v friday #and now i remember that gigil already has this one for her babies. welp. just a boop for gigil then.#if you have one how about making one for your hc of your oc's partners? or just cp blorbo #my stuff: playground

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ouroborosgirlcocks · 8 months

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obsessive mommy type gf (and/or kidnapper) who takes initiative and tears her little girl's arms off, so that she will always be in control of when and what her baby eats, what clothes she gets to wear, and when and how much she gets to relieve herself 💕💕💕

I see no reason why a gf like that can’t also simply take her love and do whatever she wants! That isn’t kidnapping, that’s just love! After all, especially with her being so dependent it’s just being a responsible girlfriend. Controlling when she gets relief and what she eats well why shouldn’t that be the case, after all she was so careless as to let her arms go missing, clearly she needs all the help she can get!

Don’t worry though, I’m sure her mommy will take good care of her~

#wlw nsft #nsft amputee #mommy kink

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fyperrymason · 4 years

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#oldhollywoodedit #Perry Mason #Raymond Burr #Della Street #Barbara Hale #The Case of the Careless Kidnapper #gif #1960s #7.27 #1964

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a-multi-fandom-fanboy · 3 years

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Pumpkin Rabbit x Male Reader

Requested by @muntyrubbins

It was always the same every year. Well at least that's what your friends had told you. Due to the fact that you had only just recently moved to the town you had to rely on those around for information about these kinds of things. Apparently every year during October police officers and many other people involved with the law would speak to both parents and children a like. Yet every year right after Halloween there would be a new disappearance and the victim would never be found. Did that prevent you from joining the rest of the town in a desperate attempt to somehow find whoever went missing via search party? Nope. You quite frankly new that once the police came knocking on your door to ask for your assistance as they frantically tried to end this rut you would cave.

Most blamed it on some sort of curse that had plagued this town for years but you always tried to be realistic when it came to things like this. Halloween is one of the easiest holidays to go unnoticed. Especially with a child. In all honesty you loved the holiday, in fact it was one of your favorites. People were just far to careless.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the town a rather gleeful rabbit was preparing to join the search parties as well. Pumpkin had always found it quite amusing to watch everyone in a desperate frenzy searching for his victims. Not even realizing the oh so despised murder/kidnapper was right beside them. It was one of his favorite parts of the 'game' as he called it. He also preferred to be apart of the investigation in case things went south. For him of course, things like the police realizing some sort of pattern or a witness so that he was prepared.

Like every year the search parties were small randomly picked groups. Much to his delight you two were in the same group along with to others. He was interested to see how someone completely new to the town saw the missing cases. However, it seemed he was a bit more interested in you than he had been any other time this has happened. This slightly confused the rabbit. What was it about you that had caught his interest?

"How long has this been going on?" You questioned out of both morbid curiosity and to get a feel for the probability that anyone would actually be found during this search. The other two people you were in a group with had suggested splitting up to cover more ground. You just think they were more into each other than finding the kids. You couldn't blame them though. Especially not after Pumpkins response.

"I'd say about five years..." He replied in a rather ominous tone. You only nodded your head in response.

"They haven't solved a single case since it's started...they haven't even found bodies." He continued while suppressing a rather smug grin.

"Well let's not jump to conclusions...there's still a chance they could be alive." You said in quietly attempting to bring about some sort of feeling of hope. Though deep down you knew the chances of them being alive were incredibly slim. You let out a nervous chuckles as dark thoughts began to cloud your mind.

"So what brought you to (if the town has a name I don't remember it-)?" He asked seemingly trying to get rid of the obvious tension. Which you were pretty appreciative of.

"I'm here for school. There's a pretty decent college that isn't to expensive here. I'm guessing you're one of the long time residents?" You asked slowly getting more comfortable. You had to admit that after the initial shock you did find his voice quite soothing. The thought caused a blush to creep onto your face. One of which you were quick to hide.

"Indeed I am. A rather large amount of people who grew up here left once the disappearances started but I could never abandon this town." He responded.

"That's pretty rough...must be hard huh?" You asked. He then nodded in response.

"I hope those kids are okay..." You mumbled to yourself. However, he heard and he found your innocence to be quite cute. Cute...? So that's what he found so interesting he found you cute. He found it quite odd considering he believed that he had been a straight man all his life. Why would one college student change that entirely? He was baffled. None the less he went with it and you bother kept up the back and forth banter. It was only as you were both heading back after the long search that he realized you both had never exchanged names.

"I never caught your name. I'm Pumpkin Rabbit. However, you can just call me Pumpkin." He said catching you a bit off guard.

"Oh yeah heh. How could I forget. I'm (Y/N), it's nice to meet you Pumpkin." You said with a small smile.

"What a lovely name..."

#P L O T #the walten files #twf #mysterious house #mysterious house x reader #pumpkin rabbit #pumpkin rabbit x reader

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goldenzingy46butwriteblr · 3 years

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serial killer tomarry fic recs please? 🥺

[Evil laughter] I got you, Amanda...

Of Shadow and Blood by Wolf_of_Lilacs

Even serial killers should exercise caution when picking up hitchhikers. Who knew? (Certainly not Tommie Riddle, with a pathological fear of death and a taste for the macabre.)

I love this one to pieces. Femslash, vampire Harry... glorious.

The Matchmaker by TanninTele

'The Matchmaker' is a serial abductor whose modus operandi consists of pairing two same-sex individuals together in a coffin, six feet underground - buried alive. He isn't a killer. He's a kidnapper with morals, and Detective Chief Inspector Tom Riddle finds himself obsessed with solving the case.

Unfortunately for Tom, the Matchmaker is just as intent on knowing him.

This one is a personal favourite. I don’t want to spoil anything, but let’s just say Tom is the detective here.

Mania by Angel_of_Mysteries

Harry and Tom have been together for two years, and Harry’s finally ready to take their relationship to the next level. Little does he know, so is Tom.

Hm, yes, this one is pain. My own notes on the bookmark are spoilers, so I won’t post these here, but let’s just say there’s no happy ending for Harry here.

City Lights by tarouhi

The Puppeteer has made a name for himself in London. The infamous serial killer's eccentric methods of killing brings havoc for the authorities. It escalates until one Tom Riddle and his team are assigned to the case.

It's a good thing that Harry always comforted him when he's home.

This one is quite sweet, actually! Tom is the detective once again, and Harry is his boyfriend. It’s a WIP at the moment, with four chapters, but a definite favourite.

In Essence, Divided by Wolf_of_Lilacs

Her phone read 2:13 a.m.

Super spooky. Femslash. Would recommend, 10/10.

Through A Glass Darkly by Wolf_of_Lilacs

The night is dark and full of terrors. Look away. There is naught but disquiet here. (Always femslash.)

Who am I kidding, have the whole series. Delicious.

You’re bleeding because you don’t floss by Arualiaa

Doctor Riddle harbours a dark secret. With an artist's soul and a steady hand, he cleanses the world of imperfection, one careless patient at a time. When Harry Potter shows up at his clinic, he finally finds the perfection he'd been looking for.

It is right then and there when Tom Riddle, odontologist and serial killer, decides that he must protect that smile at all costs.

This one is so weird. And so sweet.

Murder Husbands by Prince_of_Pharaohs

Tom Riddle is the infamous, well-known serial killer: Lord Voldemort. A terrifying killer who has never been seen, not even a silhouette or anything. Harry Potter, on the other hand, is the notorious murderer edgily named: Master of Death. An alpha-hating serial killer, who, as you expected, only targeted alphas.

They were two rival serial killers whose motives are completely unknown. Disturbingly, sometimes they even used their murders to communicate with each other, challenging the other.

Both of them are married to each other, not knowing the other was their rival. Then one thing led to another, and Harry is straddling his husband with a knife in hand.

Now, I’m not usually one for ABO, but this is good. Very good. Featuring rival serial killers, married. WIP, two chapers.

Depraved by IvoryRaven

Harry meets a stranger at his favorite cafe and they fall in love almost instantly, bonding over mutual interest in Harry's writing and murder.

Harry is a murder mystery writer. Little does he know that his new boyfriend is the notorious serial killer Voldemort.

This one is good, very good. No angst.

Ashes to Ashes by watchingvfall_n_drown

Tom's hands were made for destroying. He should never have tried to hold on to something so beautiful in the first place. He couldn't go on denying his nature for long, could he? And now, the only thing he had ever treasured in the whole world was turned to ash by his own hand.

Short, but incredibly painful.

Light House by teecup_angel

Hermione is a new recruit of Scotland Yard. A week after her placement in Remus Lupin’s team, they get a case of highest priority: the abduction of Harry Potter.

This one is pretty good. It is a WIP, though, with two chapters remaining, and was last updated in 2016. Be warned.

And now, hijacking fic recs to rec my own fics...

darling, i’ll dream of you when you’re gone by goldenzingy46

Tom Riddle is a perfectionist serial killer, looking for ways to murder his next victim - the optimistic, dreadfully pretty Harry Potter.

But wait, something else happens too.

(For the Distractions' Halloween Big Bang.)

No happy ending for Tom in this one.

My Heart Beats Against Your Silver Knife by goldenzingy46

Harry Potter was never the kind of man to care about his life, eating cheap food in a cheap flat and never bothering to futher himself - why should he?

He cared, however, when it came to solving crime - and the latest murder mystery was no exception, sending him all over London in hopes of solving it and many crimes associated with the help of the charming Tom Riddle from Riddle Manor, just up the hill.

But there was something slightly off about Tom Riddle...

(Still not happy with the summary.) WIP, not abandoned, involving detective Harry and serial killer Tom, who ‘helps out’ as a profiler.

long fingers for a woman by goldenzingy46

Tommie Riddle is a serial killer who likes to choke the life out of men.

Harriet Potter likes to wear drag.

Mistakes are made, but all in all, the ending came out fine.

Femslash, crossdressing, serial killers, happy ending.

Send in asks for any fic recs you’d like!

Fandoms can be found in the previous message, but a quick reiteration: Lucifer, Good Omens, Sherlock, Marvel, Harry Potter - if you’re interested in fic recs for these fandoms, check out the last fic rec post for what I can offer.

#fic rec #fic rec list #harry potter #tomarry #serial killers

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moronic-validity · 3 years

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Okey so I saw that ur requests where up?if not then I won’t take offence to you ignoring this I can be dumb sometimes😅

Anywho! If you wouldn’t mind of course could I get Asa Emory with a delinquent M!S/O? Idm what else you do with it I just love the idea of someone who would like punch Asa and not bat an eye and clashes with dominance I guess?

Thank you!!🥰

Hi Asa Nonnie! I decided to goa bit...off with it and I broke the reader! Well, Asa did.

This is a 2k fic, I was going to make it longer... If y'all want a part 2, let me know!

Warnings: Canon-typical ish violence! Just a little bit of Stockholm Syndrome, maybe more self preservation than anything else.

This fic is not 18+, but I will say it’s like...not completely sfw

You knew this guy had a PhD and owned a fairly lucrative fix-it company.

You hoped this guy had some work equipment you could take to the pawn shop.

You had been watching the house for about a week, making note of his comings and goings, assuring yourself that he lived alone. This man functioned on a tight schedule and you could map it down to the minute. There was only one thing that caught you off guard.

He didn’t have a security system.

It almost threw you off his house.

Almost.

You waited until he left for the night, somewhere around 8 p.m. He wouldn’t be back for hours. You knew as long as you were quiet, his neighbors wouldn’t even blink. He even left his garage open.

This guy really is clueless, you thought to yourself, nearly wanting to laugh at the man, this is going to be a piece of cake.

Asa drove off down the block. He was going to give you about 45 minutes to get into his home and begin your search for loot. He checked his watch and tapped his steering wheel impatiently. He wanted to save himself the effort of replacing his windows or locks and left the garage door open for you.

You walked in, careful to not make too much noise. His house was absurdly pristine, if you didn’t know someone lived there, you’d have assumed it was a model home. You wandered towards the bedrooms and took care to step over the wire on the floor. You had no idea what it was attached to, but the last thing you needed was to knock something over.

Asa parked on the curb across from his house. He hummed to himself, happy to see your nondescript grey car with the conveniently missing tags still parked in his garage, out of view from his neighbors.

So smart, he thought to himself, yet far too careless.

Asa nodded to a passing neighbor, a greeting exchanged as the other continued their walk.

Once he was in his garage, he pulled on his gloves and mask. He entered his house silently, not wanting to alert the would-be thief. He watched as you entered his room and touch his bed.

You had to marvel at the impeccable condition this man kept his house in. You ghosted your fingers along the sheets of his bed. They were high quality, you assumed. Higher quality than you had ever owned. You looked across the room, unaware of the man approaching from behind until he was within arm’s length. You planted your feet, twisted, and threw a punch with your entire body weight behind it.

Asa wasn’t expecting you to hit him.

Asa certainly wasn’t expecting it to hurt the way it did.

The fight that ensued left both of you bloody, but while you seemed tired, the other man seemed excited. Almost thrilled to have someone to beat the shit out of.

He had backed you out into the hall, and this time, you weren’t careful, and you tripped over the wire you had intentionally avoided the first time. The rug on the floor came up and enveloped you, blacking out everything.

It was a trap.

This man had booby trapped his house.

You thought about the predictable schedule, the lack of a security system, and the open garage door.

This was never an easy score, not for you at least.

Asa chuckled to himself before finding one of his spare crates. He cut you down, dropping you and the rug into the container. You were kicking and screaming, fighting against it, but stronger people had put up better fights, and still wound up added to his collection. You were no different, though definitely more amusing.

He took off his mask and gloves and headed towards his bathroom. He prodded at the growing bruise and shook his head. You had landed a few good shots. His lip was split, there was the bruise forming along his left cheek and up along his brow, he knew his knuckles were split and that if he had bothered to check, his ribs were probably bruised.

He carefully cleaned his lip and knuckles before returning his attention to where you were stored on the floor.

He had plans for you.

He dragged the crate out into his driveway, once again acknowledging one of his neighbors. They exchanged pleasantries as you attempted to rock the box over.

“Feisty ones this time Asa?” His neighbor joked, looking at the trunk.

You nearly froze. Was this a regular occurrence? Did this guy just...kidnap people?

“Only a little bit,” Asa said with a happy sounding sigh, “I’ve been lucky enough to study him alone for roughly a week now, just time to take him back to where he belongs.”

“Seems like he doesn’t want to go,” his neighbor laughed, “Need some help loading him up?”

You screamed, but it was muffled. You felt yourself being lifted and before long, you were set down and slid until you hit a wall.

You heard a door shut.

Before long, the vehicle was moving. You were folded in an uncomfortable position and every time he took a turn, you slid until you hit another panel of the van.

You had to shut your eyes to avoid getting motion sick.

Once the van was parked, he hauled the trunk along with him.

You had no idea where you were, but you knew as soon as he opened the crate, you were going to start swinging.

You tried to map the turns he took so you could get out of the building, but after the eighth or ninth turn, you were lost.

Finally, he set you down. You could hear him doing something across the room.

Then he unlatched the case.

You tumbled out, clumsily finding your footing. Your vision was swimming, but you attempted to punch your kidnapper anyway. Asa dodged it with ease and shoved you.

You fell then scrambled back to your feet, setting up to tackle him.

Asa stepped to the side and watched you run into the floor. He smiled. He was going to have fun with this. He walked over to your still recovering form, pulled the waist band of your pants down, and stuck you with the needle he set up before letting you out. Nothing more than a mild paralytic. He wanted you awake for this.

You were numb. You couldn’t lift your arms or legs if you tried, and you did. You felt him lift you up and place you on a table that you didn’t even realize was in the room. He picked up your arm and started an IV. You could see the stand in your peripheral. You hoped to God that it was just saline.

Asa picked up a pair of trauma shears off the counter and cut away your pants and shirt. He had to make sure that he hadn’t damaged his newest toy. He noted that your chest was covered in bruises, but other than one that looked particularly dark, he was sure you were going to be fine.

You cold tell it was cold and you felt your clothes being pulled away. You’d cover yourself if you could move your arms.

Asa considered his options. He could easily skin you if he wanted to. Use you for a new addition to his prized collection.

But you were interesting.

Interesting didn’t come along every day.

He checked his watch. You probably had another three or four hours until the paralytic wore off. He covered your body with a blanket and sat down, watching and waiting until you were moving again.

Your eyelids were so heavy and the blanket he covered you with was so warm. Despite the fear you felt, you couldn’t help yourself falling asleep.

You woke up to your IV being tugged. You turned your head and regarded the man carefully. You didn’t want to swing on him and wind up getting drugged again, but you also didn’t want to stay here. He wasn’t unattractive and frankly speaking, in any other situation, that didn’t start with robbery and end with a kidnapping, you probably would’ve asked him out for coffee.

“Asa, right?” Your voice was hoarse, he looked at you like he was trying to figure out how he wanted to pin you to the wall, “What do you want with me?”

Asa chuckled.

“What do I want with you,” he chuckled again, shaking his head, “What did you want with me? What were you hoping to steal?”

“I don’t think we can really compare the pair here,” you said, almost wanting to laugh, “Kidnapping and theft are on two different levels,”

You sat up on the table, letting the blanket fall over your lap.

Asa took a step back, his hand on the shears he used to remove your clothes.

“You’re interesting. I tend to enjoy the company of interesting people.” He answered, leaving no room for further questioning.

You two watched each other, each waiting for the other to make a move.

“Lay back down.” Asa commanded, and you laughed in his face.

“I’m not a dog,” you started, before he put his hands on your chest and forced you back down onto the table, securing you in place with straps you didn’t know were there.

It occurred to you that this was not the first time you missed the small details that gave him advantage.

“Disobey or question me again and I put you back in the box. You’ll only come out when I decide I want your company,” he tightened the straps, “Listen to me and things will be significantly easier for you.”

You acted before you thought about it. You turned your head and spit on him.

The laugh Asa let out made you regret every choice you made in the last 48 hours.

You weren’t sure how long he locked you in the trunk. You knew that everything hurt. You were sure that you’d be stuck in this uncomfortable position even after the case was opened.

Asa locked you in the box for about an hour. He had timed it. It gave him a moment to take his frustrations out on a different unfortunate soul.

Asa adjusted his clothes before reentering the room he was keeping you in. He knew there was blood on his shoes, still wet and fragrant.

He undid the straps on the case and let it fall open. You fell over, onto the floor, not bothering to get up.

Asa shook his head.

“I want you to lick my shoe.” Asa moved his shoe directly in front of your face.

“Why?” you were scared to refuse, not wanting to get put in the box again.

“Because my shoe is dirty,” he crossed his arms, “and I want you to clean it.”

You stalled. Asa bent down to drag you back into the box.

“No no no no no,” you started panicking; you stuck your tongue out and he let go of your arm. You could tell it was blood based off of scent alone and as disgusted as you were, you’d do anything on earth to avoid being shoved back in the dark.

He stood back up and watched as you started to lick his shoe with broad strokes. The tears were flowing freely down your face and Asa had never seen something so beautiful in his life.

You were broken.

It was so much easier than Asa could’ve dreamed.

He watched patiently as you cried and begged and worshiped his bloody shoe.

You had still disobeyed him.

He still locked you back in the box, crying and screaming.

He set the timer for about forty-seven minutes, not even bothering to leave the room. He sat in the chair and watched the box rattle. He watched as it stilled, and your screams turned to choked sobs. He imagined the look of resigned desperation.

His watch gave a single vibration to signal the end of your confinement.

When he opened the box this time, your first response was to clutch his leg.

Asa was amused by how little effort he had to put into breaking your will. Had you not been attractive, he would’ve considered you no longer of interest.

He shook you off his leg and walked across the room. You stayed put and watched him, looking for some signal so you didn’t make the mistake of disobeying him yet again.

He motioned for you to come and you crawled to him without a second thought. You sat at his feet and looked up at him.

“Well, isn’t that a good boy,” he stroked your cheek, thankful you had put the idea of you being his dog in his head.

You leaned into his touch.

Asa smiled and cupped your face in his hand, squeezing just hard enough for it to open your mouth.

“Stick out your tongue,” he said, no louder than a whisper. You obeyed and he repaid you by spitting directly onto your tongue, “Now swallow.”

For a second you considered spitting onto the floor. You didn’t want this. Not from him.

The fear of being locked in the trunk again over-rode any sense of self respect and you swallowed the mixed saliva.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir.”

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frommybookbook · 9 months

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Perry: Della, when was the last time you went to a nightclub, drank champagne, and danced till dawn?

Della: Hmm... That, dear boss, is a memory so far back in time... I can't even drag it back to look at and enjoy in retrospect.

Perry: All right, then. Let's create some new memories.

This scene has been rattling around in my brain for weeks. First, Della was absent from a handful of episodes. Then, her first case after her return we saw Perry throwing himself at another woman (TCOT Simple Simon), and then we got this scene to close out TCOT Careless Kidnapper. I couldn't stop thinking about this series of events and thus, this fic. Enjoy!

#perry mason #perry mason fic #perry mason/della street #the case of the careless kidnapper #listen #this scene haunts me #della's absence seemed so strange #and then perry seemed so...apologetic? in this episode #i was chatting it through with elaine #and she said the magic words #“what if della left because she needed a break?”#and here we are #and soon i'll have the accompanying piece of the whole thing from della's pov!#laura writes

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sleep-i-ness · 4 years

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*Let Bygones Be Bitches (Klaus Hargreeves x reader)

For @the--sad--hatter‘s Tea Party Challenge

**TRIGGER WARNING**: Substance abuse, mentions of overdose, probably swearing, glamourisation of drugs

I’m not really sure where I went with this. I also haven’t edited it but it’s something I wrote a while back for this challenge and I realised the deadline is tomorrow so I banged out the ending :)

Taglist: @neymarlionelmessi7 @persephonehemingway @blisfvll @20coldhearts

There was something so exhilaratingly freeing about drugs. No one had ever talked to you about that, school had drilled into you the terrible effects of them but as you fell into harder and harder drugs, that had been the last thing from your mind. Really, what you blamed was society. Drugs were only seen as bad if you were poor, if you were a junkie and homeless, or living in poverty. Never mind the upper classes who were almost always off their asses on cocaine; snorted off gold dishes and offered around at social gatherings. Your parents certainly had seen no problems in them; most of your childhood they were high, living life as carefree as possible. Who cared if they had a kid to look after? Well, that was what nannies were for. And you craved their attention. Their approval. So, you acted out more and more, getting kicked out of one posh private school after the other with nothing more than a warning letter from your father each time.

And so, drugs had ended up becoming an escape rather than the rebellion you had hoped to lead against the careless lifestyle of the rich. The schmoozing amongst those of your ‘kind’ was done over lines of cocaine and ever-flowing bottles of champagne, never sober enough to have to remember enduring pointless small talk. Life was too fun to bother with formalities, you and the reckless debutantes and bachelors of your age were jumping off roofs into pools and committing arson instead. And when you reached the ripe age of 21, you moved back to your childhood home, surrounded by staff and peers just like yourself, but no one who really cared. Your parents weren’t frugal to say the least, and your allowance grew each time you reached the limit. It was almost like a challenge to see how much you could spend in a month. It wasn’t like you were anywhere near close to running out.

Your town was almost a cultural phenomenon, known for being the residence of the Umbrella Academy, back in the days when they were actually a team. Not just one pitiful member left to sort out the messes by himself. You weren’t sure what had happened to anyone other than Allison, who had launched herself into super-stardom and therefore was constantly a topic of gossip when local drama was dull. Tonight, you had agreed to host your ‘friends’, who were bringing a few of their friends and you knew the place would be wrecked by the end of the night. You wished you could pretend to care about the priceless antiques and expensive imported furniture, but it was all just stuff. Stuff that could easily be replaced. It didn’t truly matter.

You awoke the next day under blinding light in an unrecognisable room, blank white walls glaringly painful. You weren’t at home, that was for sure, nowhere was decorated this hideously at home. As your vision swam into focus, you saw the IV drip hooked up to your arm and heart monitor beeping steadily. Oh fuck, you were in the hospital again. And they hadn’t even bothered to put you in your family’s private suite; you were sure to be making a complaint as soon as you got out.

“Oh good, Miss Y/L/N, you’re awake.” A nurse bustled over, and you bit back the remark that was on the tip of the tongue. You were so sure that nurses were meant to be female, but clearly not in this case. “You were brought in last night, having had a seizure with a dangerously high body temperature and heart rate.”

Oh, that would be the effects of a cocaine overdose. You knew enough about them, having both experienced them first-hand and seen others having them, to know the symptoms. You remained silent, knowing that your family’s private doctor would soon have you out of this dump in the more public area and away from prying eyes. Your parents had people working to ensure that any scandals would be hushed up, so you assumed that this was just a blip before they set you up in a place a bit more suited to your wealth.

“How are you feeling now?” The nurse asked, checking the monitor at the end of your bed, and noting down something on a clipboard.

“Absolutely wonderful,” you remarked dryly, voice hoarse, mouth dry as sandpaper.

“Good, good,” he muttered, placing the tatty clipboard back in the scratched plastic holder. Your upper lip curled; that did not look very sanitary.

The nurse strode out looking purposeful and you wondered what purpose he actually had considering that doctors were the ones who actually did any work.

As the plastic ticking of a clock and heavy breathing of the infirm filled the air, you rolled your eyes, feeling ill at the thought of all of the germs floating around you. The off-white paint was peeling in the corner, cracks running down the wall, disrupting blotchy yellow marks of discolouration. As your eyes roved over the disgusting state of the ward, the scuff marks on the blue linoleum floor caught your gaze and you held back a groan. Did they not clean the place?

“Hey,” a languid voice called from the bed next to you and you frowned, brows furrowing as you tried to figure out whether he was talking to you. “Hey, miss judgemental.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, don’t know your name.” His tone implied he didn’t even care, and you sneered, why had he even bothered to try and start a conversation? “Was I not meant to notice the disgusted looks you were giving the ward?”

“Do I know you?” He clearly wasn’t somebody you would have mixed with, eyes ringed with the remnants of a couple day’s old eyeliner and hair mussed up, strands sticking up in various directions. But there was still something that made you hesitate.

“I’m Klaus.” Klaus… That was a Scandinavian name, right? Maybe he was related to the Bengtsson twins.

“I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You waited for the expected exclamation of awe or some form of recognition at least. There was nothing and you snuck a peek at Klaus who had merely raised an eyebrow.

“Y/L/N?” He seemed to be trying to recall something from deep in the dregs of his memory, eyes fluttering shut. “Hang on, wasn’t there a kidnapping? Something about a ransom that wasn’t paid?”

You froze.

There had been so many lawsuits and pulling of strings to ensure that that story never came out.

“How the hell do you know about that?” You hissed lowly, glancing around at the other patients who seemed fast asleep or too deaf to hear anything.

Klaus raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, taken aback at your reaction. “What do you mean?”

“No one knows about that. No one.”

“Well, I do.” Clearly. Your breathing had sped up and your head felt light. It was all over. You were safe. You were okay. They weren’t here. Goddamn it, why wasn’t it working! The sudden bolt of anger flashed through the fog, but you were too numb to process it.

Klaus had pursed his lips, eyes narrowed, and eyebrows furrowed. Your brain marked that it was an amusing expression. “Hey, Y/N, just breathe with me, okay? Breathe in for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, hold for 1, 2, 3, breathe out for 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.”

You followed his counting, eyes squeezed shut as your ears focused in on his voice. The bustle of hospital eased out as your breathing filled your thoughts. Every breath was forced out, long but shallow as your heart pounded in your head, the beat deafening.

You gasped, suddenly realising where you knew him from. “Klaus… Hargreeves? You were there. That’s why you know.”

The crisp, starchy sheets were clean under your grip, crinkling between your fingers as you clenched your hands subconsciously. Leaning closer to him to watch his response, he nodded slowly, head slowly lifting to make eye contact. A mask had dropped, eyes showing something a lot more vulnerable.

“Yeah. That one was one of the worst.”

“I’m sorry.”

It was your fault. And you’d thought the only one affected was you.

“Parents, right?” Klaus murmured, propping himself up on one arm as he continued to watch you.

Your parents hadn’t even cared. They hadn’t bothered to pay the ransom. The kidnappers had slowly stopped bothering to even come visit you with food. Leaving you to slowly died. No one had cared.

And then the Umbrella Academy had turned up. And you’d had the hope rekindled that someone cared.

Your return to your parents had been a surprise, a ‘wonderful surprise’ as they claimed. And the hope has sunk, like a lead balloon as you realised that they hadn’t wanted you back.

“Yeah.” You nodded, knowing nothing needed to be said to explain it. “I feel like it might be a billionaire thing.”

Klaus hummed, rolling onto his back with a dramatic groan as he threw his arms into the air. He stretched out, limbs unfurling like a cat, lithe and supple. The crinkle of plastic caught your ear and you snapped your head towards him, just catching sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed quickly. He stretched out his arms and the plastic bag glinted in his hand. You grabbed it from him, gratefully swallowing the small blue pill inside.

“You know what, Klaus,” you paused, fiddling with the end of your sleeves. “I feel like we might be more similar than expected.”

He grinned, an almost maniacal twinkle in his eyes. “God, we’re such a cliché. Bonding over childhood trauma? Where’d we get that idea from? Some angsty YA novel?”

He snorted at his own joke and you couldn’t help but smile in response, noting the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and the small dimples popping in his cheeks.

Hopefully, this would follow the cliché trope right to the happy ending.

#klaus #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #tua #the umbrella academy #tua imagine #klaus x reader #klaus x you #klaus x y/n #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x you #klaus hargreeves x y/n

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ambiengreyarts · 4 years

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For @archiveofidentityconstellations, based on these ideas. Also on AO3.

Bruce & Jason

Bruce downs the last thug with a fist to the face and turns immediately to their hostage. He crosses the length of the warehouse with long, hurried strides, having coaxed every batter and gunman into the farthest corner away from him, less one of them got it into their head to inflict any more damage on the boy.

He’s only vaguely aware of the need to tie them up and alert the authorities as he marches away from them; a more pressing concern at the forefront of his mind.

“Robin,” he says, as he reaches him, still seated in the same chair they’d strapped him to, even though he’d taken advantage of his capturers being distracted to slip his bonds. Batman rounds the chair and kneels in front of it, mentally bracing himself, uncertain of the expression he might find on his partner’s face. But Robin has his head bowed and his hands clutching the coil of rope that had bound him fast minutes ago. Batman’s gaze sweeps over the boy looking for signs of injury, but he can’t find any. “Report.” He intones, gently.

He watches the boy swallow, and lift his chin slightly, “’m fine,” is the mumbled reply. Bruce grits his teeth and clenches a fist, feeling a heavy weight rest on his chest. He should have gotten here sooner. Robin clutches the rope tighter, and his shoulders twitch for a second. Batman narrows his eyes at him, “Any injuries at all?” he questions sternly as the image of three muscular men grabbing Robin under the armpits and firmly by the ankles to haul him off, flashes briefly in his mind. Robin’s boots and gloves are so designed to prevent any serious abrasions in the case of his being tied-up or shackled, but the costume doesn’t provide any protection for his arms or legs at all – a design choice that has always irked Bruce since Dick fist decided on it.

“No,” Robin replies, much more firmly, and abruptly gets to his feet, as if to prove it, forcing Batman to lean back. He chucks the bundle of rope to one side and quickly clenches his hands into fists, but the minute tremor in his fingers does not escape Batman’s notice. “See?” he challenges, without meeting Batman’s eye at all. “I’m fine.” He watches the wall instead. “We should call the cops.”

Batman nods, and comes smoothly to his feet, only eyeing Robin in his periphery. The boy gives him a very brief glance, before he looks pointedly away again. Bruce is still hearing his screams from earlier as they’re hauling him off his feet and forcing him away, while Bruce watches, surrounded by a half-dozen others he’s failing to force aside. Desperate and distracted as he was, they’d managed to incapacitate him; Robin’s screams and his blurred struggling form the last thing in Batman’s mind before the inevitable darkness overtook him. Batman clenches his own fists and marches off toward the men on the ground. Robin has every right to be angry with him. He’s Batman, and Robin is his partner and his son, and it is his job to protect the boy. How could he have been so careless? How could he have let them take him?

He hauls one man after another up by the scruff of their necks, dragging them across the warehouse floor with far less grace or care than he’s capable of, unceremoniously dropping them side by side near the doorway. Pulling black zip-ties from his utility belt, he binds their wrists and feet together, one man to another, in a circle, holding up a halting hand at Robin when the boy attempts to assist. Batman moves angrily and impatiently, half-wishing some of them were more awake to experience his manhandling them.

He calls it in to the GCPD while he works, and beckons Robin to follow him outside to wait when he’s done.

He guides Robin underneath the awning just beside the open doorway, positioning himself next to the boy in such a way he can keep the contained kidnappers in his periphery, while hiding Robin from their view. Robin had taken long, determined strides past Batman and was standing with his chin up, eyes forward, and arms crossed to his chest.

There is silence between them. Bruce shifts his weight, putting his gaze to the thugs and Robin in his side view. Though he did not want to think that Robin was keeping an injury from him, the boy had dismissed his enquiry far too swiftly for Batman’s liking. He would have Alfred give him a thorough once-over upon returning to the cave. Well – Alfred would do that regardless. Bruce himself would have to sit through a check-up, now he considered.

He could not resist a low, disapproving grumble at the thought – regretting it at once when Robin flinched. Batman turned back to him, but hesitated. Robin had been watching him and must have assumed Batman’s grunt was aimed at him. Robin’s shoulders are stiff, hunched and trembling, his arms tight against his body with his hands tucked in beneath his armpits and his chin lowered to his chest while he breathes short breaths in quick succession.

Bruce drops to one knee at the boy’s side.

“Robin,” he says, catching himself in time. He’d nearly broken protocol and called Robin by his real name. While he still wants to; lower his voice and speak comfortingly to the boy beneath the mask, he reconsiders even as he thinks it. Apart from the risk, Robin is a source of strength for Jason. A now deeply diminished source, undoubtedly leaving the boy under the mask feeling exposed and defenseless. It would not do to draw any more attention to those feelings by dismissing Robin altogether, and “babying” Jason.

Bruce needs to approach this from as tactful a position as possible, without letting Jason think he was being too soft on or too careful with him. Jason did not like having his feelings pointed out any more than Bruce did. He did not like expressing them much, either, when they were this raw and vulnerable and personal; hard to explain and easy to misunderstand. Not to mention, for all his best efforts, Bruce knew he was bad at understanding others’ feelings. His children’s almost especially. Dick was proof of that, and more often than not it felt like Jason was going to be as well.

Today’s events had done nothing to help – Robin must be furious with Batman, but also just now starting to feel the ache of his fading adrenaline, and the potency of whatever fears and anger the rush had been masking before. He tries his best to hide it, Bruce can tell, and he wants so badly to comfort his boy, set him at ease, and, most of all, apologize for letting him down, give Jason an opportunity to let go of his anger – whether that means yelling at Bruce, calling him out on allowing Robin to be taken, or starting a fist-fight – but, Bruce does not know how to broach the subject. Distant sirens remind him this is not the place for it, either. Instead, he decides to do just as much as he can, right now, and save the full conversation for once they’ve returned to the safety of the cave.

Bruce lifts his hand to Robin’s shoulder and is startled back when the boy visibly flinches; his shoulders scrunch up even further, and what sounds like a cross between a gasp and a sob escapes him. Something like a cold, sharp sting stabs at Bruce’s insides and blossoms all across his chest, leaving him stunned and numb at the realisation: Robin isn’t angry at Bruce; he thinks Batman is angry with him. For being kidnapped, he probably thinks; otherwise, for being this upset in the field—

He must be expecting—

The sirens have become louder in the few seconds past between them, both seemingly frozen in place. Robin’s white-out lenses don’t allow for Bruce to see his eyes, but the pull of his mouth and twitch of his nose suggests he has them shut tight with anticipation.

The numbness in Bruce’s chest is swiftly replaced with a bitter, painful ache that Jason would think Bruce is angry with him – for anything that happened tonight – and moreover that he would express that anger in a way that would—

—hurt Jason—

He swallows thickly, taking a deep, audible breath in and out through his nose as he comes back to his feet. Red and blue lights flicker between warehouses down the line. He feels guilty, for having felt hurt. Batman slowly closes whatever space is left between them. Robin stiffens even more at his movement, but he does not duck away or lean into the side of the warehouse any more than he already is. Carefully, aware Jason must be watching him now, he reaches for him again. He cups his hand at the back of the boy’s head and pulls him slowly to his side. Jason allows himself to be moved, however stiffly, and, when he comes to rest against Batman’s side, Bruce relaxes his grip entirely, but does not remove his hand. Robin’s stiff shoulders lose some of their tension, but it quickly returns when the approaching squad cars finally pull up. With his other hand, Batman tugs his cape over his shoulder, covering Robin entirely. He can feel Jason’s shuddering chest against him, and, without thinking, he squeezes briefly at Jason’s shoulders, tucking him in tighter against his side. Too late he considers it may not have been as reassuring a gesture to Jason as he’d thought, and he half-expects the boy to bolt in the next moment – he’s already loosened his hold on Jason, and can’t bring himself to grasp back on to him and stop him from running if he tries—

Commissioner Gordon had exited his vehicle and sauntered over before Batman realises Jason is still under his cape, and, while he has turned his back to Bruce, he hasn’t shoved his arm away, but is instead holding it close to his chest as he leans back against Bruce’s side. Bruce’s own shoulders slump minutely at the immense relief he feels. They have much to discuss, but for right now he’s thankful to know Jason understands he’s safe with Bruce.

Batman succinctly reports on everything relevant to the gang, and Gordon listens patiently. Jason’s breathing slows and turns into long, deep, near-wheezing gasps while Batman speaks to Gordon, prompting him to clutch tighter at Batman’s arm while he tries to get his breathing and shivering under control. Bruce rubs at Jason’s arm and squeezes his shoulder as comfortingly as he can, but there isn’t much more he can do without drawing any more attention to Jason. When he looks like he might say something about the boy clearly hiding underneath the cape with nothing but his bright green pixie-boots exposed, Batman gives Gordon a tight-lipped look, and the Commissioner briefly drops his gaze with a heavy sigh. He turns graciously away to bark orders they’re already executing at his officers.

“I assume that’s all I need to know, then,” Gordon finally half-grumbles, all but mirroring Batman’s scowl back at him.

“Hnn.” Batman says. Gordon half rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively as he turns away. He calls for his officers to “Pack it up,” and Batman watches them pile into their vehicles and drive off, but, not before Gordon shoots him one last disapproving gaze over his shoulder.

Only after the sound of their engines has died off, does Batman move at all and then only to shift his weight from one foot to another.

“…Robin,” he says quietly, and squeezes the boy’s shoulder. Jason says nothing, and hardly moves except to cling tighter. “…Let’s go home.” Jason’s only response is to shift around and give a fervent nod into Batman’s side. It takes him a moment to decide, but finally, Batman scoops Jason up into his arms, the cape still mostly wrapped around his small frame, and marches them off in the direction of the Batmobile. Jason’s clutching at his thick cape, hands tucked underneath his chin, and his head resting against Bruce’s shoulder.

Bruce almost hopes exhaustion has caught up with the boy and Jason will fall asleep before they’d crossed the lot to where he’d parked the car. But, only a few paces in, Jason says very quietly, “’m sorry…”

Bruce clutches his son tighter and scowls at the night. “Nothing that’s happened tonight,” he says as firmly as possible without also sounding angry to his own ears, “has been your fault. At all. Do you understand?” he adds, much more gently. Jason doesn’t reply. “It’s alright, Robin. I’m not upset with you. You did very well. You’re safe, now, and it’s alright. I’m sorry. They should never have been able to get to you, at all. I should have stopped them before things got that far—”

“I thought you were dead,” Jason whispers, and Bruce nearly stops walking. “I thought they were killing you, and I thought—I couldn’t save you—I’m so sorry, I—”

“That’s enough,” Bruce cuts in. He softens his tone to continue, “I’m fine. And, whatever might have happened, it’s not your job to save me—”

“Of course it is!” Jason says at once, straightening in Bruce’s arms so he can look Batman square in the face. There’s enough light from surrounding warehouses and old streetlamps overhead, Bruce can make out the firm, determined expression on his son’s face easily enough. “If Robin doesn’t, who will?”

Bruce does stop walking then. He drops his gaze, not entirely certain of what to say. There isn’t anything to say, that could persuade Jason to think otherwise. He almost mockingly wants to answer “Superman,” but he’s afraid Jason might take him seriously and actually call the Kryptonian next time Bruce is in an unfortunate situation Robin can’t help him out of. Because, there almost certainly will be another. He’d have to think about it, because right now his head is still too stuffed with what-could-have-been’s if he hadn’t shown up just when he had, to recall off the top of his head if he’d ever been this worried and caught off-guard when Dick had been his partner.

“Batman…?” Jason’s hesitant voice pulls him from his reverie; he’d let the silence go on too long.

“It’s a two-way street,” Bruce says finally. “Of course Robin protects me,” he meets Jason’s eyes and wills the boy to understand how important this is. “But, it’s most definitely also Batman’s job, to protect me. And, to protect Robin. Not just Robin’s.”

Jason’s expression has changed, his mouth twisting into a thin line, his eye-line shifting as he appears to consider.

“Okay?” Bruce asks, but doesn’t wait to repeat, “It wasn’t your fault—”

“Okay,” Jason cuts in before he can say any more, “but it wasn’t yours, either.”

Batman tries hard not to scowl less Jason thinks he’s scowling at him, again.

“Okay?” Jason insists, and very pointedly waits for a reply.

He sighs, but reluctantly concedes, “Alright.” He’ll take it back later when he writes up the report, but, then Jason visibly relaxes in his hold and he’s almost startled to realise he hadn’t been aware of just how tense Jason had still been. Jason’s averted his gaze, but Bruce can see a smile forming. He picks up the pace again before Jason’s self-consciousness can catch up to him and he requests he walk by himself, and, while it takes a moment, the boy does eventually drop his head back onto Batman’s shoulder. It’s his turn to smile to himself.

It fades after a moment.

“Jason…” he says, very, very quietly. Jason noticeably doesn’t flinch. “You know… I would never hurt you.”

Jason seems to shrink in Bruce’s arms. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Bruce says. “I just—thought you’d like to hear it again.”

Jason’s shoulders twitch; there’s a smile in his tone when he says, softly, “Yeah…thanks, B.”

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Kirby and the Dangerous Gourmet Mansion!? Chapter 7

“Stop!” At last, what Kirby stopped to was a steep cliff before himself. Kirby landed the airship that he was pulling also on the grass. “Phew, that was a close call. I could have fallen off carelessly.” With the airship’s door opening, Meta Knight and King Dedede ran out.

“You did great, Kirby!” “Uuuh......there was was too much pitching. I feel sick now.” King Dedede is tottering. “It's really deep......how could we pass through it?” Said Kirby after looking down at the bottom of the cliff. “Look. There's a suspension bridge over there.” Meta Knight pointed. Well, what do you know, an old suspension bridge is hanging all the way to the other side of the shore. “From there, we'll cross to the other side of the shore.” “Hmm......the bridge doesn't look reliable at all. Would it be alright to cross that?” “With how fat King Dedede is, the bridge might break!” Teased Kirby, to Dedede who seemed anxious. “What did you just say!? Kirby, you mean to poke fun at my nice body!?” “Nice body? With your belly sticking out?” “You......look who's talking!” King Dedede was going to strike Kirby. Slipping through his hand, Kirby was also about to counterattack. Meta Knight stopped the pair. “Stop it. This isn't time for comrades to be divided.” “Comrades? Ha, I never remembered you two as comrades!” His mood having turned sour, King Dedede turned his back on the two. At that moment- Something flew over Dedede’s head with a whoosh. The king turned around and yelled. “So you want some, eh Kirby!? Whenever it may be, bring it on!” “It's not me~!” “Crud, the bridge!” Yelled Meta Knight. The sharp blade that grazed King Dedede's head headed in a straight line towards the suspension bridge. It cut the rope which suspended the bridge. The suspension bridge lets out a sound and falls down the cliff...... Drawing his sword, Meta Knight stood ready and yelled. “Who's there!? Show yourself!” The enemy sprang up before the three. “Like heck I’ll let you pass through here!” Landing with a shout was a small warrior with a round golden body as his trait, along with a large cutter attached to his head.

King Dedede was wide-eyed in amazement. “Aren't you Sir Kibble? You prick is also part of the kidnappers!?” Sir Kibble too is an inhabitant of Dream Land, and is one of the warriors who at times would be pushed around by King Dedede. Hurling the cutter on his head like a boomerang, he has the ability to cut even steel. Sir Kibble lowered his head and spoke bluntly. “Just for this plan, I can't let you interfere!” “You piece of......!” “Even if it is His Highness, I can't let you pass through here!” Sir Kibble hurled the cutter on his head. With his sword, Meta Knight knocked down the cutter flying towards him in a straight line. “You mean to disobey me!? Blasted......realize this, Sir Kibble!” Screamed King Dedede at him. “Wait!” Kirby stopped King Dedede, who was about to rush at Sir Kibble. “Don't interfere, Kirby!” “You can leave it to me!” Kirby did a somersault. At the same time, the Wheel hat fell off and turned back to Wheelie. “H......Huh? Where am I......?” Not knowing the situation, Wheelie looked around restlessly. In that moment, Kirby expanded his body and and inhaled. “W......Wahhh!? What is this!?” Screamed Sir Kibble. In an instant, he was inhaled by Kirby. What newly appeared on Kirby’s head, is a hat equipped with a cutter. Kirby spun once, and lightly hurled the blade on his head.

“Hey, look! Now I can use the ‘Cutter’ ability!” “I see, so you seize the enemy’s ability, and make them......unable to battle, yes? Excellent, Kirby.” Said Meta Knight after drawing his sword. “That’s not all!” Running between the trees growing on the edge of the cliff, Kirby checked their height. Meta Knight was puzzled. “What are you up to......?” “Alright, this tree seems should do it!” Facing the tallest, and thickest tree among the surroundings, Kirby used the ‘Cutter’ ability that he copied just now. The sharp blade cuts the thick trunk. With a loud crack......the enormous tree fell down. King Dedede said in disbelief. “What are up to, Kirby? Are you trying to build a house or something with the lumber?” “It's not a house, but a bridge!” Kirby was right. The top of the tree which had fallen reached the other side of the shore. “So that's it......in place of a bridge, lay down a tree between both shores, is it? Great idea, Kirby.” Said Meta Knight.” “Let's get going~!” Meta Knight looked at King Dedede. A short while ago, the king was arguing with Kirby and was all testy, but...... “......Great.” Folding his arms, he nodded solemnly. “Will you come with us?” “Yeah. But don't get the wrong idea. I don't think of you guys as comrades. I couldn’t care less about ParfaitLike either. I......” King Dedede glared at Wheelie with a grim face. “I can’t hold it anymore! This chump dared to defy me!” Getting glared by King Dedede, Wheelie looked like he could faint. “I don't believe you alone made an outrageous scheme like this. Someone must be working in the shadows for sure. Spit it out, Wheelie!” “N-No one’s working in the shadows......” “Don't you dare lie! No mistaking it, there's an idiot that’s trying to become the king of Dream Land by overthrowing me! I’m saying to tell me his name!” “Cut it out, King Dedede.” Meta Knight stopped King Dedede, who was about to put the screws on Wheelie. “Setting their reasons aside, are you now interested in fighting with us?” “I'm not fighting with you guys! You guys are fighting for me!” “......Fine, think of it that way. In any case, what's important is rescuing Mrs. ParfaitLike. Off we go.” “Lead the way, Wheelie!” Said Kirby. As if prepared for the worst, Wheelie nodded while trembling. With Wheelie as the lead, Meta Knight and the others crossed the log bridge.

Crossing to the opposite shore, the group ran through the trees. “It’s that cave......” Wheelie points ahead. There's a large, gaping hole on the surface of the mountain. “Alright, let’s go~!” “Don't be careless, Kirby!” “It's alright!” It was when Kirby was about to rush in before anyone else. “Stoooop! Don't come any closer than thaaaaaat!” A voice on high volume resounded. The volume is so high that even Kirby can’t help but fall over. “M......My ear......is ringing......” “Not a single steeeeep! Do not approach the caaaaave!” Again, on high volume. Meta Knight and King Dedede also covered their ears with both hands. As if blocking their path, a figure of a person appeared inside the cave. “Aren't you......Walkey!” Groaned King Dedede. Before the three, standing in the way is one of the inhabitants of Dream Land, Walky with the appearance of a mike.

Walky has a voice loud enough to overwhelm anyone who listens. Like Wheelie and Sir Kibble, he too is one of the subordinates who gets pushed around by King Dedede. “Even you’re part of the kidnappers......!?” “Theeeeere's a reason, Your Highnesssss......!” Due to appealing in a voice loud enough to burst anyone’s eardrum, King Dedede, Meta Knight, and Kirby all writhed in pain. “Please listen to what we have to saaaaaay! If you understand the reason, even Your Highness woooould......!” “I-I got it! I get it, so stop talking! Someone else instead!” “Y-Yes, sirrrrrrrr!” “I’ll explain.” Instead of Walky, Wheelie made a request. “Before that, can you release Sir Kibble, Kirby?” Wheelie looked at Kirby as if clinging onto him. “Even Sir Kibble doesn't mean anything bad. There's a reason why we made a plan like this, and even Sir Kibble has something to say......if you return him back to normal, then I'll let you listen.” “......Sure, got it.” Glaring at Wheelie and Walky, Kirby nodded. “Still, if he tries something funny, I’ll inhale him again!” “Please have faith in us. We don't intend to oppose you guys anymore, knowing that we stand no chance against you all.” Kirby spun once midair, and removed his Copy Ability. The Cutter hat disappeared, returning to the form of Sir Kibble. “Ph......ew......what a rough ride! Kirby, you had the nerve to use my ability......!” Wheelie soothed Sir Kibble, whose head was bleeding. “Calm down, Sir Kibble. There's no use resisting anymore. Let's explain our reasons.” “Reasons!? You guys are plotting to rebel against me, huh!? There's no doubt ya’ll were planning to fund it by extorting money from ParfaitLike!” Yelled King Dedede. “Be quiet, Dedede. Listen to what they have to say.” Meta Knight stopped King Dedede. “We certainly did kidnap her. But......we don't want any ransom.” Said Sir Kibble. “Liar!” “It's not a lie......she’s deep inside this cave.” “Is she safe?” “Yeah, of course. We tied her up so that she doesn't escape, but she's not hurt.” “Why did you do this?” Meta Knight asked in a stern voice. “......It's for a friend.” “What?” “We wanted to save Chef Kawasaki!” Unexpectedly hearing that name, King Dedede, Meta Knight, and Kirby all looked at each other in the face. “What happened to Chef Kawasaki?” “It's not just him. All the chefs that ParfaitLike gathered are having a rough time......!” “Having a rough time?” “Yeah. You see, ParfaitLike may look sophisticated on the outside, but she's actually very egotistical and frightening.” “She's picky in taste, so one-by-one she would quibble about the cuisines that the chefs made. Still, each chef has their own way of doing things, so some guys do oppose what she says......” Added Wheelie, nodding. “If that happens, ParfaitLike becomes enraged, y’see. She confines the Chefs that disobeyed her in a room, and locks it so that they don't escape.” “Eh!?” Kirby stared in disbelief. “In that mansion, there are plenty of rooms hidden for that.” “You're lying......” “I'm not. Look at the letter that came from Chef Kawasaki.” Sir Kibble took out a sheet of crumpled paper. Meta Knight received it, and skimmed the contents of the letter. “Indeed......it's as you said just now.” “Chef Kawasaki tossed this letter out from a gap in the lattice of a window. On it was written: “Please let it reach Sir Kibble,” so someone that picked it up sent it to me.” “I can't believe it......that Mrs. ParfaitLike would do something like that......” Murmured Kirby, which Meta Knight then spoke. “No, that reminds me of something.” “Huh?” “It's about that party’s cuisine. Isn't it odd that she went through so much to gather the elite chefs, while not letting them serve their respective dish? The steak also wasn't Chef Kawasaki's recipe, was it?” King Dedede nodded. “Yup. I felt it was a bit strange that they didn't have Chef Kawasaki make his steak recipe! So that's what it was, huh?” “In addition, only three chefs were in the kitchen......” “Is that so! They must've been making the dishes as Mrs. ParfaitLike instructed, without disobeying her. That's why they were there instead of being locked up......” “They must've been trembling an awful lot, huh!? They were too afraid of Mrs. ParfaitLike!” Overcome with rage, King Dedede jumped up and shouted. “That wench! Hogging all the chefs, forgetting to send an invitation to me, and even harassing the chefs! What an outrageous villain!” “I don't think the case with the invitation is related......” Said Meta Knight. “Be quiet! Anyway, I can't forgive her. Well done, Sir Kibble, Wheelie! I’ll teach her a lesson!” “Wait.” Meta Knight restrained King Dedede who looked like he could rush inside the cave at any seconds. “We can't just use violence at a lady. Why don't we also hear what Mrs. ParfaitLike also has to say?” “Hmph! What's the point in hearing what the villain has to say!” “Anyways, can you show us the way, Sir Kibble?” “Y-Yeah. It's this way.” Meta Knight, Kirby, and Dedede stepped inside the cave.

From the inner part of the cave, a piercing yell could be heard. “Please untie this rope! I said to release me at once! Or else I'll throw you all to a planet of prison, unable to leave for the rest of your lives! You all better prepare yourself, you imbeciles!!!” “That's her voice.” Whispered Meta Knight in shock. Kirby quietly answered. “She's saying scary stuffs-.” “She was a refined lady at the time of the party. However, this appears to be her true face.” “She really is like that. She was so noisy, that my ears got messed up it seems......” Said Walky, but was shoved down by everyone saying, “Don't talk!”

The Kirby trio proceeded inside, guided by Sir Kibble and his friends.

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Brothers

A little Manes brothers canon divergence for @eveningspirit ‘s birthday! I hope you like it :) It also happens to fit with today’s @alexmanesappreciation theme: legacy.

[concussions, mentions of vomiting, mentions of abuse, mentions of the shed scene]

The exact sequence of events that leads to him, Flint and Gregory sitting together on a mattress in the bared living room of a house he doesn't know will remain blurry in Alex's memory. He puts it on the massive concussion he sustained at the hands of his own father, because he was careless enough to let his guard drop for ten seconds and the bastard managed to sneak up on him.

He remembers waking up in his childhood home and almost throwing up on the floor of the basement at the goddamn awful feeling of being back there−or maybe that was just the concussion. Probably the concussion.

He'd suspected that his father was faking most of the consequences of his stroke for a while, and he'd known about the bug on his phone for days. He just didn't expect his father to act so fast, in the middle of the junkyard, when Alex was supposed to report back in the morning.

Maybe Jesse heard something in his voice down in the bunker. Alex let his emotions carry him away and said more than he meant to, so maybe his father figured out that he was made somehow. Either way, he got the drop on him, and Alex woke up with a killer headache, pissed off, confused, and, yes, scared. Even after all these years, after three tours overseas, his father still scares the shit out of him.

The one who greeted him upon waking up, however, was not his father. It was Flint, a gun in his hand and a hard look on his face. Alex's sudden hope that Flint was here to free him was squashed quickly at his sneer. He listened to Flint and their father argue up in the living room about where to keep him for hours−something about Jesse grabbing him too early, before things were ready−before Flint came to get him. He'd learned his lesson from last time, because he stayed out of range of Alex's zip-tied hands the whole way out of the house. Alex nearly fell down the stairs at least three times because of the dizziness, and threw up, with some satisfaction, on his father's shoes.

It's been days, but he's still dizzy and nauseous all the time, and the killer headache is a constant companion.

Greg's hands are on him, checking him over. He finds one of the bumps on his head and Alex flinches away, almost overbalancing off the mattress when the cuff on his wrist pulls him back. “Are you alright?” Greg murmurs. Alex nods, and immediately regrets it as it sends a spike of pain down his spine.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Greg?” Flint growls. For once, he doesn't have his gun in his hand. Alex realizes that it's because the gun is tucked in Greg's waistband and he frowns, trying to keep it in his line of sight just in case. He thinks Greg actually cares, that he's not in on this with Flint and their Dad, but if he's not, why is he here?

“Now that's a real funny story,” Greg smirks mirthlessly. “Why don't you sit down, Flint?” He formulates it as a question, but it's obviously an order. And in a situation where there's only one gun, ranks don't matter much. Greg is out of the Navy and Alex outranks both of them anyway. Flint slowly drops to the floor, just outside the mattress, and crosses both his legs and his arms petulantly.

“See, yesterday morning, I got a call,” Greg stars. “It's the funny thing about being the only one in our family Alex trusts enough to list as next of kin. You get these calls. I got one before,” he nods to Alex's leg. “No, two, actually. There was that one time−” Alex glares at him and he rolls his eyes. “Okay, okay, back to the point. I was told that Alex had been AWOL for 72 hours, and they were looking for him.”

Alex winces. Of course he already knows that crawling this way out of this one, even if everything ends well and no one dies, is going to be impossible. Being AWOL will earn him jail time, which is already bad, but if they start looking into his recent activities out of suspicion...well, he hopes to God that Liz has really emptied the lab, or things will get a hell of a lot more complicated.

Speaking of Liz...

Helena Ortecho was a surprise. There's a kind of irony in there, that Alex would be more surprised at being held captive by a woman he hasn't seen in over a decade than by his own family. He wonders what Liz would think of Helena being a kidnapper−or of her being more motherly to him that he's ever seen her be to Liz and Rosa. She watched Flint tie him up to a radiator without a word and then brought him food and clothes that weren't covered in vomit and dust, even getting Flint to briefly untie him at gunpoint to get his arm through the sleeve. Alex might have tried to seize the opportunity to fight back if he'd been able to see straight.

“Now I'm a good brother, and I know there's no way Alex would go AWOL without a good reason,” Greg continues. “Especially the day after he drove to the rez with a bunch of suspicious people who are supposedly his friends, and tells me he thinks that Dad has changed.”

Flint huffs.

“Yes,” Greg nods. “Either our baby brother really is more naive than we thought, or something fishy is going on.” Alex rolls his eyes, and Greg just glares at him.

The last few days, after getting to the house, are even more fuzzy. Alex remembers trying to push the mattress against the wall to get a better range of movement, and Flint coldly making him pull it back. He remembers pulling off his prosthetic, his stump swollen and sore from too much time with it on, and then trying to hit Flint with it the next time he came by, which earned him what is probably a second concussion from the butt of his brother's gun. He doesn't really remember anything since then. From the stubble on his face, it's been at least three days, but time is wonky and his mind unreliable.

Which brings him to now, and now has Greg sitting beside him on the mattress. Alex tries to blink away the confusion and sit up properly, wincing when his stump moves on the mattress. Days without a shrinker will make it a bitch to get back into the prosthetic.

Greg shifts. “I took a family emergency day, since that seemed to be the case, and I drove to Roswell. I had to look up my own brother's address in the phone book,” he glares again.

Alex throws his free hand up. “Hey, you're the one who didn't want to come.” His voice is weak and hoarse from disuse, and Greg looks more concerned than chastened.

“Right. I broke in−sorry, Alex, I'll replace the lock if you want me to. Alex's house was empty but his suitcase was still waiting on his bed. So I looked up Isobel Evans.”

“Really? Isobel?”

Greg shrugs. “I don't know what's going on between you, Guerin and Maria, but I'm not getting in the middle of it. Besides, Isobel seemed the most sensible of all of you.”

“You're just attracted to her,” Alex mutters.

“Alex, the choice I had was her or her brother. I know you're gay, but would you really go to Max Evans first?”

“I see your point,” Alex concedes, though he's still really not sure “sensible” is the adjective he'd use to describe Isobel. His muddled brain can't seem to come up with a better one, though, so he lets it go.

“All Isobel could tell me was that no one had seen you since you came back from the rez, but she got everyone moving to find you. Guerin went at it with Dad, got him to admit that he got to you first and Flint took you from him. Don't ask me how, I don't know.”

Isobel, Alex thinks after he's parsed all this−with at least a thirty-second delay. Isobel must have gone into their Dad's head, he would never have told them that willingly. But Greg doesn't know about aliens and there's no way he'll risk telling Flint something he could use against them, so he keeps quiet.

“After that, it wasn't hard to follow Flint here from his place,” Greg finishes. “I disarmed him once I confirmed you were here.”

Flint grunts. Alex looks over at him, amused. He's never been the best at self-defense, even when they were kids, too easily overtaken by his temper.

“Now will someone explain to me what's going on here?” Greg straightens up more, in a stance that looks relaxed but Alex can feel is fully vigilant. He may be missing part of the story, but he's a force to be reckoned with.

Alex and Flint exchange a glance. Somehow even as they stand on opposite sides of this fight, this decision−tell Greg about the aliens or try to lie their way through some kind of resolution−comes down to them. “Where's Helena?” Alex asks.

“In town,” Flint answers, some of the confrontation gone from his tone. “She won't be back for a few hours.”

“Who's Helena?” Greg asks.

“Flint's accomplice,” Alex answers. “Ironically also my friends' mom.”

“Which friends?” Greg frowns.

“Liz and Rosa. You remember them?”

Greg nods. “Rosa was the girl in Flint's year who died, right? Her mom is helping you?” he asks Flint.

Flint shrugs and looks at Alex again, trying to communicate something silently. Alex doesn't bother figuring out what it is. His head isn't quite clear enough to see all of the implications, but he already knows that there's no way Greg will settle for anything short of the truth. And Greg has always been very good at reading his brothers.

Plus, Greg is in control here, and he's been more than sympathetic to Alex since his injury. This could come out well for Alex, so he won't let Flint turn this to his advantage.

“Dad tried to take me down because I've become an inconvenience to his little genocide plan,” he says before Flint can stop him. “Flint thinks he can use me to get Michael to build him a bomb.”

That's the little he's gathered from Flint's talk with Dad the other day, and from Flint and Helena's interaction. He has no idea where Helena comes into it or how she learned about aliens, but he knows Flint's motivations well enough. They've been clear since Caulfield.

“Wait, genocide? Bomb?” Greg spits out in shock. Then he shakes his head, as if realizing that he shouldn't be surprised. “What the fuck are you doing, Flint?”

“They're invaders,” Flint says. “They're dangerous.” He's looking at Alex rather than Greg, as if he's trying to convince him. Alex wonders if he's not still trying to convince himself. Dad's twisted ideas coming from Flint's mouth sound so perverted and out of place.

“They're people,” Alex shoots back.

“They're aliens!”

“They're refugees!”

“Whoa,” Greg throws up his arms. “Am I missing something obvious or did you suddenly become a racist asshole? Are you even hearing yourself?” he asks Flint. Flint has the good grace to look a little abashed.

“Literal aliens,” Alex mutters. “We're talking about actual aliens.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Not even a little,” Alex sighs.

Greg closes his eyes. “Okay. Aliens. And Dad−”

“Wants to kill them all. Kept some of them prisoners for decades and experimented on them.”

Alex watches both Greg and Flint's face closely as he says that. Greg's is suitably horrified, but he doesn't know how to interpret Flint's expression. It's not disgust. It's not glee, either. He may be parroting Dad's rhetoric, but he's not lost to it.

“Dad was just trying to protect us,” he says. Not perfectly assured. The facade is cracking.

“Was?” Greg notices.

“He's been weaker, since the stroke.”

“You know he's faking the limp, right?” Alex asks.

A shadow goes through Flint's gaze. “Of course,” he says, but it's obviously a lie.

“Another lovely moment, finding out my father has been faking a disability for months when he hit me over the head with his cane,” Alex casually turns to Greg. Flint winces, glancing down at Alex's empty pant leg. “I love how well we communicate in this family.”

“Alex−” Flint starts.

“You don't get to say anything. You've been holding me chained up for days against my will. You've lost the right to tell me how great a family we are.”

“I'm still hung up over the alien thing, but I have to agree with Alex here,” Greg says. “What the fuck were you thinking, Flint?”

“He wants Michael to do something for him,” Alex says when Flint doesn't answer. “I don't even know why you'd think Michael will do anything. We're not together. And you're asking him to build a bomb designed to wipe out his entire species, Flint.”

“Wait, wait, Guerin's an alien?” Greg interrupts him.

“Yep,” Alex pops out the 'p'. “That's Dad's great threat to earth. Three orphan refugees who just want to live their life.”

“They're not alone,” Flint mutters, at the same time as Greg asks, “Three? Who else?”

“Max and Isobel Evans,” Alex smirks. The cat is out of the bag anyway, since Flint knows, and this little revenge feels good. Having one of his brothers on his side will feel good.

Greg blinks. “Okay,” he drawls out. “Let me get this straight. Guerin and the Evanses are aliens, even though they look just like us. And Dad knows about this, and wants to...wipe them out? And you're helping him?” he points to Flint.

“It's not just them,” Flint says. “We had specimens in Caulfield who could cause cancer with a simple touch, blow up whole buildings. They have dangerous powers.”

“And you have a gun,” Alex says. “How is it less dangerous than any of those powers? Powers, I should add, that Dad had no trouble using for his own agenda when it came to eliminating Jim Valenti.”

“Jim Valenti was killed by Subject N-38,” Flint frowns.

“And what, you think he went into his cell for fun? I have all the video surveillance, Flint. All the records. Decades of Dad and our grandfather randomly torturing people before going home for Sunday dinner.” From those surveillance tapes, he knows that Flint never had real contact with any of the prisoners. He never even went beyond the upper level, where he did the designs for his bomb. Alex spent hours and hours watching those tapes. “They're the same as us. Just people.”

“They want to wipe us out,” Flint says.

“They're my family,” Alex counters softly.

The shock on Flint's face would be comical, if it wasn't so painful. Greg's gaze on Alex is lost and sad. “They're more my family than you've ever been,” Alex adds for Flint.

He tries to mitigate that blow by putting a hand on Greg's arm, to show him that he doesn't mean him, but Greg shakes his head and gently moves away, guilt obvious on his face. Alex pushes through and leans his shoulder on Greg's, welcoming the support. His head is clearer now, but he's aching all over.

“Did you ever stop to think, when you were overseas?” he starts, his voice barely more than a whisper as he's trying to conserve some energy. “When you pointed your gun at insurgents or civilians or whoever it was that day you were ordered to contain or kill, did you stop and wonder who they were? If they had a life, too, a family? A brother?”

Flint looks away.

“Michael was the first person who really understood,” Alex continues. “He grew up in the system and he got the worse luck. He made me feel safe, for the first time since Mom left. He made me feel like I could get out of Roswell, escape Dad.”

“What happened?” Greg asks in a murmur.

“Dad found us,” Alex answers. “He didn't know what Michael was, but it didn't matter. He knew what I am. He started to choke me, and Michael tried to step in, so Dad took a hammer to Michael's hand.”

Neither of his brothers look shocked. Greg is clearly pained, and he drapes his arm around Alex's back in comfort, and Flint won't look at him, but they're not shocked. That's probably the saddest thing, that they all know exactly what Jesse Manes is capable of.

He waits until he's caught Flint's eyes again. “Michael's mother was in Caulfield,” he says. “He got to see her blow up with the building. He wanted to stay with her. He dreamed of going to college, but he stayed in Roswell because his sister needed him. He used to play the guitar while I sang, before Dad ruined his hand. That's the threat you're trying to eliminate, Flint.”

Flint swallows. “Did Dad really kill Jim?”

“I have the video on a secure network,” Alex nods. “We'd have to go to my place to show you, but yes. He did. I'm sorry,” he adds after a moment.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I'm sorry that Dad isn't the man you wish he was. I wished for something else for a long time, too.”

Flint stands up suddenly, and starts pacing. “I've read the reports,” he says. “The aliens attacked people when they arrived. And there's been thirteen murders in the last ten years done by aliens.”

Greg looks at Alex. “Is that true?”

“Yes,” Alex sighs. “They're people. No worse than us, but also no better. We found the murderer. He's dead now.”

“We're talking about a serial killer, Alex!” Flint loses his cool. “What if they're all like that?”

“What if they aren't?” Alex yells back. He regrets it as the sound rings painfully inside his head. “Tell me how many times you've heard that same question asked about Native men, Flint.”

Flint opens his mouth, and closes it again. He paces the length of the room faster, giving the edge of the mattress a kick when he passes by.

Greg clears his throat. “Can we go back to the bomb? What the fuck is it?”

“It's not really a bomb,” Flint says. “It's a chemical agent, designed to eliminate people who have specific DNA strands.”

Alex can almost see the cogs turn in Greg's head. “How do you plan on dispersing it?”

“My team designed an atomizer,” Flint explains. He looks hesitant, like he knows he shouldn't be talking about that but he can't quite remember why. They've got through to him at least a little, Alex realizes. “I just need someone to build it.”

“Michael,” Alex explains for Greg's benefit. “He's a mechanic. And a genius.”

“So it's not a sanctioned mission,” Greg raises his eyebrows. “You and Dad have been working on this for...how long? Years? A Manes family mission to commit genocide?”

“We're doing what needs to be done,” Flint stops pacing and stands at attention.

“By fucking kidnapping Alex? Flint, did you stop even once to think about what you're doing?”

“They got into Alex's head. I'm doing this for his own good.”

Alex lets himself fall back until he's lying down on the mattress, prompting his brothers to look at him. His headache is getting worse, not better. “His words, in your mouth,” he tells Flint. “I expected that from Clay. Not from you. Have you forgotten everything, Flint? All of Granddad and Granny's history lessons?”

Flint looks away. Greg seems to seize the opportunity, and he stands up and grabs Flint's arm. “Let Alex go, Flint.”

“I can't.”

“Do you remember the last time we were all at the house together?” Greg lowers his voice, almost as if he doesn't want Alex to hear, but the room is small. “We promised we'd look out for him,” he nods toward Alex. “That we wouldn't let Dad get to him again.”

“He shouldn't have come back to Roswell,” Flint sets his chin stubbornly.

“Maybe not. But he's still our brother. We need to stop failing him.”

For the first time, Flint truly looks torn. “I'm trying to protect him from the aliens,” he says slowly.

“I think you and I both knows that's not who we need to protect him from,” Greg says.

Alex resists the urge to retort that he can protect himself−his current situation would tend to disagree, although he swears he'll free himself the minute his head stops swimming−and finds himself feeling oddly touched.

Flint looks down at his shoes.

“Let him go, Flint.”

“Fine,” Flint finally relents. He grabs a key from his pocket and tosses it to Alex, who scrambles to open the cuff around his wrist.

He eyes the gun in Greg waistband again, trying to figure out if it's worth making a go at it, but he decides to trust Greg. It's not like he can stand up, anyway.

“What now?” he asks.

“We should really get you to a hospital,” Greg says.

“No. I need to see that Michael's okay. And I need to stop their plan,” he waves at Flint, including Helena and his father as well. He gives Flint a defiant look. “I can't let you harm them.”

“I know,” Flint sighs. “Helena's gone to bring Guerin here.”

“Will you stand down?” Alex asks him. “Let me do what I have to do?”

“I won't try to harm you,” Flint holds his empty hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Or your family,” he adds reluctantly.

“Good.” Alex turns to Greg and holds a hand up to be helped into a standing position. “You have a phone? I'm going to need it.”

“Who put you in charge?” Greg asks, amused. “You have a concussion, Alex, you need medical care.”

“I know. I'm doing to call my doctor,” Alex answers. “After I call Michael, anyway. Anyone know where my leg is? We have a lot of work to do.”

#roswell new mexico #alex manes #alexweek2020 #gregory manes #flint manes #roswell nm #mine #echo's fanfiction #manes brothers #eveningspirit

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😳 vinh and flint pls, bonus if u add why xiangvinh and flintroza is problematic 🥴🥴🥴

idahahah of course 😳 cracking my fingers to practice the art of REACH ⚠️ satire as always. under the cut because this got. admittedly beefy.

🕯vinh is a poor portrayal of kidnapping victims and presents a heavily romanticized depiction of a situation which often traumatizes its victims, and instead implies that there is such a thing as a good kidnapper.

🕯she is clearly a victim of stockholm syndrome, however she is never properly counciled and treated for it. to allow vinh to continue seeing ithas in a positive light is only excusing the behaviors of kidnappers and making light of a very serious crime and an even more serious trauma that very few people ever properly address.

🕯in fact, she is even shown to feel some manner of guilt — is this a truly realistic depiction of a kidnapping survivor? following the set standards of an institution that has CLEARLY no flaws despite being proven time and time again that they are failures in all manners of functioning and handling situations with victims of a possibly traumatic event, this is clearly a case of a woman who cannot think for herself and a writer who is too intent on justifying the actions of a man.

⚖️ flint is an idealized image of the military — especially of drill sergeants, defined by his strict and straightforward (and often times brutal) personality. the indoctrination of youths are nothing to joke about or to romanticize even within the realm of fiction and the lack of awareness present within how flint could be interpreted is careless and actively harmful. to further sell the point of this carelessness, flint being shown as a near-perfect student, well-adjusted and responsible yet showing little to no personality outside of his serious demeanor?

⚖️ it only affirms the stereotypes of the robotic youth, made to fit the ideals of society without defying any expectations. this is a toxic image to present to young viewers and possibly even older viewers. it implies that those who are not similar to flint are inherently failures, or that they are falling very far behind.

⚖️ to elaborate more on this set image of perfection however, it also coincides with cold-war era propaganda of the soviets, portraying them as heartless and mindless people who only follow their leader’s command unlike the free-thinking americans with their democracy. flint is described as having originally come from a rather frigid region of the land of pyroxene, a location that could certainly be interpreted as culturally similar to various Slavic nations. do you really want to support a character that is running off of dehumanizing war propaganda?

🕯🏹 xiangvinh is problematic for a GREAT DEAL of reasons and to enjoy it in any manner of ways is a clear sign of a decay of morals. for starters, there is that monstrous age gap between the two — and while xiang may be a legal adult, vinh should know better than to prey on young men as a woman who is well over 300 years old. it is irresponsible and predatory and it trivializes the experiences of men who are targeted by ‘cougars’. moreover, it is very clear that this is not a relationship of mutual and healthy pining and respect; it is an incredibly toxic one. vinh is objectified and treated as a commodity instead of as anything even remotely close to a girlfriend. xiang is regarded as someone to serve rather than an individual of equal standing. there is a very clear power dynamic here that plays on age-old sexist ideas of what a woman and a man’s relationship should be, implying that a woman’s place is in subservience and a man’s is in exploition.

🌹⚖ flintroza is another example of a sexist and patriarchal view on what a romantic relationship should be. roza is depicted as a naive and curious girl whereas flint is the serious and experienced man; the two are in a relationship that plays heavily into the perceived power dynamics between a man and a woman, in which the man must teach the woman and the woman is there to receive the man’s lessons. the woman is to be childlike and demure, while the man is cold and stoic; the woman is kind and warm, the man is unyielding and blunt, etc... it should also be mentioned that while roza is a 17 year old, flint is one whole year older than her and that is a disgusting age gap that should not exist within fiction nor reality; it is predatory behavior to even consider a 17 year old as mentally mature as an 18 year old.

#twst #twisute oc #flint remington #ahurrdurr game #hiiiiiii this took longer than expected bc. i forgot i had it in my drafts.#vinh torch

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bc we’re on the last two episodes of secret forest, here’s a long ass dump all my predictions/thoughts that nobody asked for!

SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 1-14

disclaimer: this is all very likely wrong lol my confidence has plummeted after i was so off the mark about dong-jae’s kidnapper LOL

also, i apologize if any of this is repetitive or if i missed/forgot/misinterpreted something as i 1) have only seen each episode once as they’ve aired and 2) have not ventured into any tags on social media beyond checking a few blogs for gifs, so i have no idea about any of the theories/ideas/commentary/etc that have been floating around.

ANYWAY

I think Choi is the mastermind behind everything, from the Park Gwang-su cover up to the false witness and note. While Woo is undoubtedly also shady and involved in Park’s murder to some degree, he’s unsubtle and emotional whereas Choi is more composed and perceptive, and she has the resources and intellect to pull off the fake note business without being caught.

I think she orchestrated the “prosecution is framing the police” scheme because the more I think about it, the less it makes sense that Kim or Woo would do something like this. It went against their own interests as prosecutors (delaying finding Dong-jae, who we now know was assaulted for reasons completely unrelated to Park Gwang-su) other than some sympathy points and, more importantly, it implies a level of certainty that Dong-jae wouldn’t be found. In other words, the culprit, who likely didn’t (confidently) know who the real kidnapper was or the likelihood of them being caught, knew that everything could get exposed as a scam, and I don’t believe Woo or Kim are dumb enough to risk sabotaging themselves so badly, especially when it was one of their own who was kidnapped. Was Choi planning on throwing one of them - maybe Kim, since she and Woo are in cahoots - under the bus by framing them in the event the culprit was caught?

In episode 14, Yeo-jin expresses to Choi that she is frustrated that she didn’t make the connection between the drowning victim’s shoes and his father’s comments about getting a job to pay for them, which may have led them to the culprit sooner. Choi says nothing but recalls a similar conversation when she spoke with him. What if she did make the connection back then?

I sadly think Detective Jang is involved with Choi/the culprit, specifically the fake note if not more than that. While I noticed his slightly off behavior throughout the season, it didn’t click for me that he could be involved until episode 14 when he has a gash on his cheek out of nowhere and his behavior with Hu-jeong (standing ominously outside his cell, looking frustrated with his replication of the note) and with the false witness (appearing disinterested but looking constantly between the chief and witness as if nervous/expectant, the camera putting him in frame often despite not speaking at all, and lingering on shots of him staring at the witness as Si-mok comes in and as he leaves the room). I think he got roped into Choi’s scheme either through her directly or via the tall aggressive ex-chief (the segok cop’s uncle idr his name lol), initially on the basis of sharing views on investigative rights and so on but then getting pulled in too deep.

While I hope this is red herring or that Jang pushed back against whoever was trying to use him/blackmail him - a sort of redemption for season 1 - the more I’ve thought about the less likely I think this is, though I believe either way he has no malicious intent.

Jang has come off as run-down, disillusioned, and even bitter (especially with respect to Yeo-jin’s new status and power) towards the system this season, which didn’t seem relevant until this most recent episode with his off-putting appearance in front of Hu-jeong’s cell and then his odd behavior in the interrogation room with his chief and the false witness.

I think he may have been blackmailed into writing the note, or at least was convinced it wasn’t a horrible thing to do/was ultimately harmless (a la season 1, with handing over the hotel footage to Kim by breaking into Yeo-jin’s laptop). In my opinion he’s a simple, straightforward guy: he’s not unintelligent by any means, but I don’t think he deeply considers the implications of what he does at times and/or is easily swayed by others if it seems to serve his best interest.

His family has been mentioned a few times this season, which is a lot for Secret Forest, so my guess is that this was abused by Choi if she dug up something compelling like an illness or complication with his new child. Also, early in the investigation he proposed the idea that Dong-jae was being dramatic/would reappear, downplaying his disappearance.

It just occurred to me that this could provide context for the note: “I washed the dishes too late.“ Did Jang identify with Dong-jae’s career-familial conflict and pull from his own experience?

Choi was looking for someone for the council that almost precisely fit Jang’s description, knowing Yeo-jin still had ties to her old department and worked with Jang. I don’t know the reasons or motive for this other than possibly his connection to Yeo-jin/Si-mok and his loyalty to the police.

I don’t think she’s careless enough to directly work with Jang, so I can see her using the tall burly ex-chief (probably also with blackmail about his nephew) and working through him. My reasoning for the ex-chief being involved is that the show made a point to establish that he and Choi know each other, not just verbally but through a flashback (which have been comparatively rare this season compared to the first), and in my opinion implies they have some sort of relationship.

I think Jang sent Mr. Yoon the package. My first thought had been Si-mok but knew it was unlikely (and I couldn’t think of a realistic, in-character reason for it), and now in hindsight Jang is really the only option that makes sense since out of the investigative team only Jang, Si-mok, and Yeo-jin returned this season.

Sticking with Choi being the culprit, I think out of desperation to avoid exposure she will use Si-mok and Yeo-jin’s relationship against them, whether it’s by threatening their careers or well-being or by framing them. She has called out Yeo-jin’s feelings for Si-mok a few times already, and others have noticed their closeness by now (even Woo and Kim, who probably had no concept of their friendship until episode 12) and know they are persistent and will pursue the Park Gwang-su case until the end.

I’m leaning towards Yeo-jin being targeted. Si-mok has been repeatedly pointed out as a problem by Woo, Choi, and Yeon-jae, and I think they will quickly realize that he won’t drop the Gwang-su case even when ordered to. It’s well-known that he has no regard for his career or well-being - e.g., he doesn’t care about getting yelled at by his superiors, isn’t career motivated, etc. - so I can see Yeo-jin being identified as a potential weak spot for him because of their relationship. It could just be her career that’s threatened, as that’s something that matters a lot to Yeo-jin and in turn would upset Si-mok, but given the precedent of Park Gwang-su’s murder/cover-up and the fake note/witness, I’m betting it will escalate to a direct threat against Yeo-jin whether it’s framing her for a crime or harming her.

This also lends itself to my Choi theory as between her, Yeon-jae, Woo, and Kim, she’s the only one who has not only perceived and called out Yeo-jin’s feelings but has repeatedly identified her relationship with Si-mok as a problem (other than Woo acknowledging it during their coffee date, but he was later confused by Yeo-jin running after Si-mok during the council meeting) and would potentially gamble on Yeo-jin being a weakness.

As an aside, the episode 15 preview shows Si-mok interrogating women who Park Gwang-su allegedly sent money to before his death, which might be a step too close to the truth for the culprit’s comfort and compel them to act.

Also, it’s worth noting that a theme with Si-mok this season is the concept of him being “stressed”/“worried” and not understanding what that emotion is to him. After his conversation with Kim where he denied being stressed he had a massive headache, had a headache at the meeting and didn’t agree with Yeo-jin that it was because he was worried about Dong-jae, and asked how someone looked when they were worried so he could look for signs in Woo. He didn’t have a big reaction on-screen to Dong-jae being found despite how stressed he was by the case and if anything the Park Gwang-su case is far more dangerous to investigate, so I think we’re in for at least one more headache and him being in a stressful/worrying situation, likely because of something happening to Yeo-jin.

Si-mok may have unintentionally foreshadowed this in episode 14 during his act with the witness when he asked if any harm would come to him if he indicted him.

I think the third man in the vacation house was someone involved with Hanjo, most likely Mr. Lee or the brother. I forget which one of them is taking the PTSD medication, but it would make sense that they are on it after being traumatized by whatever happened at the vacation house. All I can gauge from the events of the night is that Woo or one of the Lees (likely the brother as we’ve seen his face this season) poisoned Park Gwang-su in Woo’s presence and Choi covered it up to make it look like a heart attack.

Choi does directly ask Yeon-jae if someone from Hanjo was on the property, but with the confirmation of a third man I think this may have been to feel her out on how much she actually knows about that night.

I genuinely don’t know Choi’s motives other than protecting Woo (though I feel like she’ll throw him under the bus when given the chance) so I feel like there’s another reason she’s so invested.

There are other little things I hope get addressed (Dong-jae’s junior’s panicked reaction to being asked about his relationships, Choi’s daughter, Si-mok and his mother) and a lot of other scrambled thoughts leading into this finale but these are my more concrete, evidence-based conclusions lol. Regardless I’m really looking forward to seeing what happens!

#secret forest #secret forest 2 #stranger 2 #spoilers #yes this is long-winded yes this is pointless #but i wanted to articulate all this in writing and see how close i get LOL

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Secret Voight (Jay Halstead) S2 Part 3

Summary: With the team now knowing you are Voight's daughter. That's one problem down but Voight still doesn't know about you and Jay. Unless he already knows.

Words: 2434

Requested: yes/no

Prompts: n/a

Warning or A/N: I got tried of saying the I.T guy so I named him Lane. Lmao. Also, is it called the lobby or the office where the team discuss the cases in Intelligence? I'm so blonde when it comes to that. Please leave comments!

It's been a few days since Jay had told you about Ben Corson and Jay was at your apartment. He was going through it again. You looked at Jay and sighed. "Babe, you can't have this vendetta get you in trouble,"

He looked at you with such sadness that it broke your spirit. "That trouble will be well worth it, if that freak would finally get what he deserves,"

You just sighed and pulled Jay over to you. Jay wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into the crook of your neck. You don't know how long you two were like this until you heard a knock on the door. Jay didn't move from where he was. "Are you expecting someone?"

You shook your head no. "No, but I still got to go answer the door,"

Jay sighed and moved. You laughed at him and moved to answer the door. When you opened the door, you saw that it was Justin. "Justin?"

He smiled at you. "Hey sis,"

You stood at the doorway looking at him weird. "What are you doing here? It's almost midnight,"

He looked behind me and at Jay as the cough was right behind the door. "I could ask Mr. Halstead the same,"

You pushed Justin a little backwards so you could walk out into the hall and shut the door. "We are working on a case and I didn't realize it got late. Now why are you here?"

He simply shrugged. "Bye sis,"

You looked at his retreating figure in pure confusion.

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You were in a hospital the next day with Voight and Dawson cause Burgess and Atwater brought a female there after showing erratic behavior due to drugs. She also took Kevin down with ease. They walked out of a room when you guys had barely walked into the hospital. Voight looked at Burgess and Atwater. "What do we got?"

Burgess looked at Voight. "A white female, just got out surgery,"

You looked at Kevin with a smirk. "Heard white female took you down,"

Kevin wasn't amused. "Whatever she was on, she had the ability of ten men,"

Burgess handed Antonio a plane ticket. "No, I.D. All she had on her was a plane ticket. She landed at O'Harw this morning from Cabo San Lucas,"

Antonio looked at the ticket, then back to Burgess. "Just how much concern was on her?"

Burgess without missing a beat. "Not on her. Inside her. They found 30 balloons in her stomach,"

You three exchanged looked before a doctor leads you into the female's room. "Normally, when the cops bring in screamers, we just give them a Haldol cocktail and send them off to detox, but thus one started convulsing and I knew right away this was different,"

Antonio walked to where the balloons were. "Welcome to Chicago, the distribution center of the Midwest,"

The doctor nodded at Antonio then back at us once more. "We removed 29 condoms full of concern, thought she swallowed 30. One broke open and started to dissolve in her stomach. The drug leaked into her bloodstream, causing her psychosis, so I ordered an emergency surgery. Never ceases to amaze me what people do for money,"

You sighed and nodded. "Sometimes, people don't think they have another choice,"

The doctor nodded and moved on to the next topic. "I tested the residue on the broke balloon. It's 89 percent pure. That's the highest grade I've ever seen,"

Antonio was still looking at the balloons. "All these balloons must be 50K street value,"

Voight looked at him and nodded. "Easy,"

You looked over at the girl. "So is the Cartel getting smart and using the All-American type?"

Antonio picked up one of the balloons with a pen. "They're full of air pockets,"

Voight just looked at it and sighed. "Cartel wouldn't be that careless. We need to question her. How long before she wakes up?"

The doctor shrugged. "Two. Maybe three hours,"

Voight looked to Dawson. "Alright, see if Lane can contact the TEAM at O'Hare. See if we can get an ID on this girl,"

You had been back to Intelligence doing recon after finding out the girl in the hospital is Amber Morris. She took a red eye from Cabo this morning. There were four other tickets purchased on Amber's credit card. Antonio also saw her and her friend get off the plane. Jay walked up to the board and pointed at it. ,"Alright, so our girl in the E.R is Amber Morris. Amber and her three friends here, are all undergrads at Central Chicago University.

You nodded and sat down at your desk."We checked Amber's Facebook. There are pictures of them living it up in Cabo San Lucas, not just from this previous trip. Amber's been down there twice km the last three months,"

Antonio looked at you then back to the board. "First time, she did the run by herself, and the next she recruited her friends,"

Voight walked into the room. "We all got to assume that all these girls are mules and swallowed the same balloons packed with coke,"

Lane walked up into Intelligence right after Voight did. "You guys, I ran those girls' addresses and they all three live on campus,"

Antonio took no less than a second to process it. "We gotta move,"

When you arrived to the campus, you couldn't find the girls, but Voight found the R.A handcuffed and bleeding. She told Voight that two white males came did and did this to her. Antonio walked outside and immediately hears a scream. He attempted to follow in the direction it came from but instead of finding the girls, he was almost run over by the kidnappers.

***

You and Jay are now in the hospital room talking to Amber, who had just woken up and you had told her what happened. "I can't believe I'm here,"

She didn't know why she was here? You held back down your annoyance and walked over to her. "Well, you are, Amber and whoever you were smuggling for just kidnapped your friends. So, if you don't give up who it was and we find your friends dead, you're going to be facing narcotics-induced homicide all by your lonesome,"

She looked at you and was hesitant. "I can't,"

You could actually smack this girl right now. You opened your mouth to talk again, but Jay beat you to it. Jay was leaning against the white board watching you doing your things which have honestly been kind of hot. "Are you not listening? You are lucky, we found you. Now, all you're gonna have is a scar on your stomach but your friends, they're likely O.D and wind up in some alley. If that happens, I promise you, you won't forgive yourself,"

She was still hesitant. "I loved him,"

You rolled your eyes. "The guy who used you for this, doesn't love you,"

She looked at you for a while before answering. "I did it once, and it was fine. Then he promised my friends five grand each to go. It was my boyfriend and his brother"

You walked into the waiting room to meet Antonio and Voight. "We are putting out an investigative alert on a Sean and Brendan Collins,"

Jay nodded and looked at his notepad. "They're the dealers we are looking for. Sean's the boyfriend. Amber says they hang out at a tattoo shop called Underground Ink. That's where they are slinging the dope,"

You were at Intellegence digging for some dirt on the brothers while Ruzek and Al were staking out the tattoo shop. Voight looked at the pictures of the brothers and then back to us. "The Collins brothers are known thugs from Bridgeport. Both have records for armed robbery and aggravated battery,"

Jay added and added on. "They've graduated to drug smuggling using naive college girls,"

You stood up from your desk and stood in front of it. "Had uniforms check their IKAs. They're in the wind,"

Lane walked up the stairs and into the room. "DMV came back that Brendan owns a black van,"

Antonio walked up to us. "I'm assuming, that these brothers are using throwaway phones now that they know Amber is being arrested,"

Voight sat there thinking for a minute before he started to walk away. "Alright, keep digging. Get me any known associates,"

After a while, you got a tip on the van and the team goes and chases after it but when you tried to box the car in, the van was hit and Brenden died on impact. As soon as you got back to Intellegence, you got a text from Justin which said that he needed to meet. So you were meeting with Justin while Jay and Voight were going higher on the family chain. Justin walked up to you while you were leaning on your car. "Does Dad know?"

You looked at him confused. "Know what?"

He gives me the don't play dumb look. "You and Halstead,"

"I have no idea what you mean by that,"

Justin rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Its so obvious that you two have something going on. I mean why was he at your house so late?"

"Like I said last night, we were working on a case and we didn't realize it for so late,"

Justin just looked at you. "I totally believe that,"

You choose to ingore that and realize he was at work. "Why aren't you at work?"

Justin looked annoying when I asked that. "I left my I.D so I just rescheduled it. Its not like it's a carrer,"

You sighed. "Justin, Dad stuck his neck out for you, all you could do is show up and act like you appericate it,"

"I'll clock in, in a little while. Make him happy. Don't worry about it. I got some other stuff in the making,"

Justin started walking away when you saw a car start up. You looked at the car and it just screamed bad news. "Why don't I drive you home,"

Justin shakes his head. "Nah I got it. He's just a old friend. I'll be home beofre curfew,"

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Voight had found out where Sean shouldve been at but when we busted in the only person we found but Megan Benson but she was dead and cut open. We walked out of the building, Voight shook his head. "Girl was only 19. Still in school?"

Jay looked at Voight. "Why only one? Where's the other two?"

"We aren't dealing with pros. Collins got squeamish and took off,"

The Medical Examiner walked up to us, took a glance at all of us, but directed her information towards Voight. "Whoever cut her open, cut into the balloons and destroyed most of the cocaine,"

Voight thanked her and he got a texted that made him look worrisome. He look at us. "Talk to Lane and see if he's got anything for you. I got some business to take care off,"

We were in Intellegence, trying to find anything that was connect or could help us on the case, when Lane walked in there. Ruzek and Al were stalking out the tattoo shop still. "I was able to obtain subscriber info for all calls from Brendan's phone that you found in the van. Only two numbers. Frist, to Sean's phone but long since dead but I managed to find track in a dumpster on Ashland. Second, six calls to this guy, Ryan Porter.

Jay quickly typed in Ryan Porter in the database and printed of a picture and multiple copies of his sheet, gave them to everyone and taped the picture up. "Ryan Porter. Male, white, 26. Long sheet for poession,"

You looked down at the paper. "Worked as a paramedic for three different ambulances companies, fired from all three,"

Dawson was the next one to talk. "I know that M.O. Ten-to-one, Porter is a play doctor. Busted a few when I worked Vice. EMT's who worked for private ambulance company is. They barely make 19 bucks anhour. So, the ones who wanna make extra cash sometimes provide under the table services like patching up criminals. Forward Porter's picture to Olinsky asap,"

On the way to the tattoo shop, Al comes over the radio saying that Sean and Porter ads af the shop with what looks like the two girls. By the time, you get there the suspects were already down and taking care of by Al, Burgess, Atwater and Ruzek. One of the girls was cut open but Ruzek stormed in before they did anything else and the other girl wasnt touched.

It had been a few hours after the team caught Sean and saved the two girls, you were at your house when you heard someone knock on your door. "Y/N,"

You heard your dad call your name on the other side of the door. You walked over to the door and opened it. "What's up, Dad?"

Your dad pushed up the door and walked into the living room. "Come on in,"

Your dad stopped in the middle of the living room and looked at you. "I got a called for Justin's supervisor at the CTA. Said he never showed,"

"Yeah. He said he forgot his I.D and he rescheduled it,"

Voight nodded and handed you a file, you reached for it and looked in it. "The cell I gave him, I've been monitoring it. He was in Statesville with Justin. Joe Catalano. Ever mentioned him?"

You shook your head. "No, but I'll talk to him,"

Voight looked at you and you got confused. "What?"

"Something your brother said,"

"That is?"

Voight ignored your question and looked in your bedroom and bathrooms. "Uhm excuse you?"

"Are you and Halstead together?"

That question had you mind racing. "What? No?"

"Justin said that he was over late last night,"

"Yeah we were working on a case and it got late. It tends to happen,"

"He said it looked like you guys were doing something,"

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the door. "You can leave now if you're gonna believe the kid that constantly lied to you and not the kid that hardly ever lied,"

"I believe you,"

"Whatever, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow,"

Voight nodded and walked out the door. You shut the door and walked over to the window and watched your dad drive out of the driveway. "You can come out,"

You turned around as Jay comes out of the closet. "Im going to kill him,"

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