#Kommissar imagine

[alicepao13]

I keep forgetting to write this, but the Rex shows, in any adaptation that I’ve watched, have also served as a fun tourist guide into the cities where the shows takes place. A fun, murderous, tourist guide, but a tourist guide nonetheless.

[zombieplaguedoc]

I can just imagine these two getting into a massive argument over something stupid and at some point Billy's temper will get the best of him and he'll, like, pin her down or against the wall but then immediately let go to hide his boner from her and she'll think she's won the argument.

Or whatever. Something like that.

Just watch. Put these two in a room alone and one of them is coming out on their hands and knees. And it ain't gonna be Wy, that's for sure.

[Continued in tags]

ANTIS FUCK OFF, YOU DON'T BELONG ON THIS POST

[the-promise-has-been-made]

IT'S THIS WEEK AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

[thehypotensivegrad]

The Adviser (33/45) | Bechloe Mafia AU

Chapter Preview - Read the rest at ao3

Chloe leaned on the railings on the rooftop of Barden Tower. It was another long day of scheming and plotting. They had the ball rolling after all, they had to keep it going.

Beca had her back on the railing herself, sipping on the coffee she bought on the way back from their walk. The two of them not quite ready to return to the office yet.

The sun was setting, Aubrey had messaged them about dinner and take out, another long night in the office awaited. Chloe was starting to miss her home, her bed. Or late-night drinks alone with Beca…

How far had they come since they first met.

She never imagined for things to get too far out of hand. But Chloe believed things would quiet down soon enough, and it will be back to her usual routine soon.

Except not really.

She gave Beca a quick glance and smiled wistfully. "What?" Beca had asked as she felt Chloe's eyes on her. "What are you thinking about Chlo?"

Chloe hummed. "I'd want for nothing else than put Chicago in his place, for all this to end. Return to the normal swing of things," she said truthfully. "But with what you have to do…" she went on to say, trailing off as she thought about Beca's honest confession about her plans for Chicago and the Kommissar specifically. She gave enough details to paint a clear picture, only because it was Chloe who asked.

She felt conflicted about it. Not because of what Beca had to do exactly, but the consequences and what they meant.

Sure, they'd put everything to rest. End this fight once and for all.

But at what cost?

Chloe wasn't sure she was willing to pay the price.

"Don't worry about it," Beca then reassured her, as if she had read her mind. She turned around and placed her arms over the railings before bumping her shoulder against Chloe. "Don't you know I'm a miracle worker, or have I still not convinced you yet?"

Chloe chuckled. "You don't even know what I'm thinking about," she said, trying to deflect the fact that Beca seemed to accurately guess what it was.

"I do," Beca admitted. "Don't worry about it, Chlo," she then repeated. "The things that need to happen will happen, and whatever comes next, well, we'll deal with it. Things will settle back to normal soon."

"Yeah, but the normal I want has you in it," Chloe then found herself saying. It felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest with her confession, but she needed to say it at least once.

"Would you really miss me that much?" Beca then asked, looking rather smug.

"Everyone will," Chloe replied, not losing this battle. She'll miss her, yes. But she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing how much.

"The future isn't fixed, and you're worrying about something that hasn't come to pass," Beca then noted. "Just have faith."

"Can a devil like you really say that?" she teased back.

Beca sighed and shook her head. She raised one hand and offered Chloe her pinky, despite looking away from her. Chloe laughed but nonetheless accepted by intertwining her own pinky with Beca. "I've never lived life in the traditional sense, I marched to the beat of my own drum," Beca said. "So, no matter what happens, I hope you know, I'll find my way back here to you. Always."

Chloe felt her cheeks burn bright as she stole a glance at Beca who still looked away. She wasn't sure if it was the orange glow in the sky brought upon by the sunset or if Beca was blushing just as hard as she did, but she took comfort in that promise either way.

"I'll miss you too, you know," Beca then admitted, stealing a glance off Chloe before pulling her finger away.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be distracted by your own plans and mafia business," Chloe teased in response. "You'll probably think of nothing else."

"You're wrong about that," Beca then replied, and her next words would be forever seared in Chloe's heart. "The truth is I won't think of anything else," she had admitted before turning towards the direction of the stairwell.

Chloe hid her face in her hands for a minute to keep her heart calm. Saying things like that…That's all they could ever admit to. Anything more would make things harder.

But Chloe hoped that perhaps one day, all of this now would be worth it.

And she could, in fact, get all that she wanted.

Those normal days, where Babel and DSM, where Chicago and his atrocities would be a distant memory.

Normal days she could spend with Beca.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Okay I get why everyone and their mum keep saying König listens to Rammstein, I do. But there are so many more great groups and bands that I feel like König probably listens to! Like > Die Toten Hosen (specifically Alles aus Liebe & Altes Fieber) > Die Ärzte (e.g. Junge & Nur einen Kuss & Männer sind Schweine) > Falco - who was actually an Austrian musician (e.g. Der Kommissar & Wiener Blut & Rock Me Amadeus & Jeanny) The songs in red are obsessive and totally give jealous König vibes. Jeanny particularly caused quite a controversy for its lyrics and music video (the lyrics is not 100% blunt but most people interpret it to be in the POV of a kidnapper or murderer talking about his victim) Sorry for the giant spam but I want more people to include other artists than just Rammstein in their König playlists, fics, etc. The German language has so much more to offer!

Hey hey heyy I love you for introducing me (and everyone else here) to new music! Toten Hosen is a great band and Falco's Der Kommissar is an entire mood, such a banger of a tune, but most of these other songs were unfamiliar to me... To no ones surprise I loved the problematic songs marked with red ❤️😭 Now I imagine yandere!König listening to Jeanny or Nur einen Kuss alone in his apartment, thinking that they're romantic 🙄

[sugarspellitout98]

Figured I'd try chatgpt for writing fanfiction. I'm not disa-aca-pointed (though Kommissar keeps calling her Frauhlein and not mice):

Beca Mitchell had never been intimidated by anyone before, but there was something about the German beauty, Kommissar, that made her uneasy. It wasn't just her sharp wit or her stunning looks; it was the way she flirtatiously teased Beca every time they were in the same room. The two of them were competitors in an a cappella contest, and Kommissar seemed determined to get under Beca's skin.

Their first encounter had been at a party hosted by one of the other teams. Kommissar had cornered Beca by the snack table, smirking at her over a plate of hummus.

"Are you intimidated by me, Fräulein?" she'd asked, her accent thick and seductive.

Beca had raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be intimidated by you?"

Kommissar had leaned in closer, her body almost touching Beca's. "Because I'm better than you," she'd whispered.

Beca had felt a shiver run down her spine, but she refused to let Kommissar see that she was rattled. "We'll see about that," she'd said, before walking away.

Since then, Kommissar had made it her mission to flirt and tease Beca every chance she got. Whenever they were in the same room, Kommissar would find a way to single Beca out with provocative comments or playful touches.

Beca tried to ignore Kommissar's advances, but it was getting harder and harder. There was something about the German girl that was undeniably attractive, and Beca hated herself for feeling that way.

One day, during a rehearsal break, Kommissar approached Beca once again, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, Fräulein, I can tell you're attracted to me," she said, her voice low and sultry.

Beca rolled her eyes, trying to hide the fact that she was blushing. "In your dreams, Kommissar."

The German girl laughed. "Oh, you have no idea what goes on in my dreams."

Beca felt a surge of desire as she imagined all the things Kommissar might dream about. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it. "Look, can we just focus on the competition?" she said, hoping to change the subject.

Kommissar smirked. "Of course, Fräulein. But don't think I've forgotten about you," she said, placing a gentle hand on Beca's arm before sauntering off.

Beca watched her go, her heart racing. She knew she shouldn't be getting involved with a rival like Kommissar, but she couldn't deny the chemistry between them. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this competition than just a trophy.

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[passionfish11]

God this is SO random, especially given that the x-men apocalypse/NightAngel fandom is pretty solidly dormant at this point, but one thing I’m trying to work on is actually using social media to be social by like, sharing my opinions and stuff, man, and Der Kommissar just popped into my head and reminded me of one of my pet peeves from back then

I remember seeing posts that were like omg imagine the X-men introducing Kurt to bands like Falco and I felt like I was losing my mind bc Falco is Austrian/German language originally??? There was this assumption in a large portion of the fandom (in the corner I was in, at least) that Kurt had lived his whole life up until Mystique rescued him in captivity and was just…. Unaware of normal life things???? And it drove me utterly bonkers bc, like… even if u don’t know anything abt his comic book background or the adult version of him in x-men 2, how are you looking at everything that happens in his introduction scene and taking away that he was kept in a cage his whole life. The boy has a swoopy haircut with a dyed blue stripe, and he’s wearing clothes that give off a very fashionable sort of circus/pirate vibe. That indicates someone who has some choice in what he wears. If he was part of some kind of sideshow that he couldn’t leave, I don’t think he’d be showing that much self expression. Also, I’m 90% sure that Mystique was there specifically to save him - other mutants too, sure, but mostly him - which would mean she was keeping tabs on him, and there’s no way she would have left him in a situation where he was being mistreated. She’s not a great mom by any stretch, but I don’t think she would leave any of her kids (except Graydon maybe lol) in a bad situation if she was aware of it.

Anyways none of this is particularly important, and if I’ve made mistakes in my memory of how things went down in X-men apocalypse/comic lore, it’s been a minute since I saw/read them, please forgive me

[windstarosprey]

Lesath the Scorpion, Kommissar of the Great Desert Dark Egg Legion.

Lesath the Scorpion, fully organic.

NOTE: All information is me filling in the blanks. Unless Archie Sonic Online decides to use some of this, this is purely head-canon.

NAME: Lesath the Scorpion SEX: Female AGE: 24 FAVORITE FOOD/DRINK: Honey walnut chicken; Coffee LIKES: Baron Rabbot and Bunnie, cosmic horror stories, Chunese food (Chunan; Mobian China), karaoke, Twister the Condor. DISLIKES: Disrespectful subordinates, the Sand-Blasters, senseless violence, being called a insect (she's an arachnid!). DREAM VA: Amanda Lee (English); Rica Matsumoto (Japanese)

PERSONALITY TYPE -Serious and stoic; dislikes showing vulnerability and sensitivity. -Professional and dutiful; respectful to her superiors. -Strict, but fair; very rule-oriented and by-the-book, but not without compassion. -Compassionate, but stern; is willing to help others, but will not be taken advantage of. -Self-reliant; believes in moving forward with your own strength instead of relying on handouts. -Forward-thinking; has little interest in the grudges and prejudices of the past, including the Southern Baronies' bad blood with the Kingdom of Acorn. -Blunt; does not mince words and tells things as they are.

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While I've only read bits and pieces of the Pre-Reboot Archie comics, I admit that they were pretty out there (in both good and bad ways) and it sucked that we lost so many great characters and stories. So, I'm happy to know there are fans willing to go the extra mile to continue and build on the stories that were cut off before their time. I especially like that they're willing to do what Sega seems to have abandoned and make Mobian characters based on animals one wouldn't expect to get the Sonic treatment; like this lovely lady from Archie Sonic Online: the Kommissar of the Great Desert Dark Egg Legion and Beauregard Rabbot's second-in-command, Lesath the Scorpion.

While she's only appeared in one issue and is largely a background character, she has a cool design and what little was shown of her personality was enough to kick my imagination into high gear. Sadly, Archie Sonic Online doesn't appear to have updated in a while, so it's looking like we won't be seeing a lot of Lesath for a while. But what's even sadder is that there isn't a lot of fanart of her! So, I decided to rectify that and had this made to, hopefully, inspire others to make more.

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Lesath the Scorpion belongs to Archie Sonic Online. She debuts in Sonic Universe Online #51. Link here.

Sonic the Hedgehog is the property of Sega, Archie, IDW, and Paramount. Please, support the official release and all official Sonic materials.

Original artwork by Saccharinerose.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine having hooked up with Pieter and Kommissar at the riff off and being caught by Stacie

Looking into the vanity mirror, you tried fixing yourself up, trying to spot anything that could tell the rest of the Bellas about your little escapade with the two leaders of Das Sound Machine who were doing the same as you. Ever since the German group had taken up the group's tour, the Bellas had been distrustful of the former more so with the Bella's reinstatement on the line. You had tried staying away from them but there was just something about them that drew you to them plus it didn't hurt that they were pretty to look at. One minute you were wandering through Sir Brightlysmore's mansion looking for a bathroom and the next minute you were being lured by the two to an empty room.

Taking a breath, you watched as the two left the room first but not before giving you one last smile. Flustered you just looked away, waiting a few minutes in the hopes that no one would be outside when you left and would put two and two together. But that proved too much to ask as when you stepped out, the first person waiting outside was Stacie with a smirk on her face. Eyes widening in surprise, you were not able to come up with any sort of excuse before she intertwined her arms with yours. "You can't lie to me. I saw them leave the room and I know sex hair when I see it so spill."

[crimescene-crush]

imagine tatort but it's like among us and during the interrogation the kommissare say shit like "idk dude u kinda sus rn"

[kandyrezi]

For my darling Krau, a series of Yan questions:

1. Who are your hardest yandere’s to write for and why?

2. What yandere would you be most compatible with and why?

3. What yanderes are your guilty pleasures to write/read about?

4. What’s your favorite yandere scenario?

5. Which yandere do you ship with yourself with? (Different from compatibility question) And self indulgent, who would you ship me with *^*?

Reasons aren’t needed for all of these but I think it’d be interesting if you wanted to elaborate!

!! darling mutual in my inbox with some good mail to deliver~

💌💌💞💞💐

1. I know a lot of people would probably say "sweet and soft" characters without a mean bone in their body (like Wadda) trying to twist it into something darker is too difficult, but I like the creativity and the challenge, personally. keeps yandere variety from becoming stale, y'know?

but for myself, I don't like writing reader-insert yandere stuff for characters whom I'm either too overprotective of being shipped with another canon character. in other cases, I don't really like breaking up a canon couple if they're already established right from the start (as opposed to maybe getting together in the middle or the ending). but it's more of a preference, and not really a hard rule for me.

2. Hmmm. maybe Rocma?? if she were a yandere, any overprotective tendencies would ramp up to the max; she wouldn't berate me (not too harshly, at least) if I couldn't fight back against any potential predators on the iceberg isle (humans too soft n fragile), doubly so for having a more benevolent personality. she is strong and naturally protective of those whom are more defenseless. (unless ur a man lol) behind closed doors, she's less smothering where she knows I would be safe with her in her home.

3. I feel no guilt over anything lol. (well, maybe some things but i keep them to myself) I think maybe yanderes or 'dark' characters whose fandom/community is pretty much nonexistent may be a guilty pleasure? it feels awkward writing my niche for something that has literally 0 fics. :^)

something, say, an obscure indie game like 'Buddy Simulator 1984' where the computer program (Buddy) is canonically already a platonic yandere. would love to see some fics expand a little bit on this relationship between the player character (you) and the program... maybe it doesn't want to be 'only' a friend to you that it was programmed to be? imagine it trying to understand something it was never meant to replicate...

4. I'm not sure if I have a 'favorite' as such... I'll just type out a prompt at the top of my head I personally enjoy;

"A high-ranking kommissar in a dystopian state meeting with a partisan/traitor to their ideology, instead of executing them, they're met with a keen interest and taken (unfortunately) as a pet."

5. I don't really self-ship (yandere or otherwise, I prefer fleshed out oc x canon), but if I were to pick... I'd ship myself with RK900, Mirio Togata, Fuyumi Todoroki, Toga Himiko, Annie Leonhardt...

yes i'm a hoe surrounding myself with a harem. :)

hmm. because you're so sweet, i ship you with the most vilest bastards imaginable, like Fumus, Dabi & Overhaul. please stop throwing potatoes at me!!!!! it's a match made in heaven!!! but out of all of these 3, i think, Chisaki would have the most lenient treatment of you. he's got enough self-restraint to be reasonable, so long as you don't act out of line. its tru luv <3

[alicepao13]

Happy 30th Anniversary Inspector Rex!

Kommissar Rex was always "the little show that could". It could easily find its way into your heart with a cute dog, it could have silly and heavy plotlines, it could (even back then) handle societal issues with a certain grace and sensitivity. Imagine my surprise when I went back to watching it after (admittedly) quite a bit of time to realize that it still mostly held up (I'm only talking about the German/Austrian production). And damn, how funny it could be sometimes. It would also spend a substantial amount of time focused on the bad guy of the week in the episode, which I believe served two purposes: it made us understand them better and it was a less heavy load on the main actors.

I was introduced to it when I was about 10 years old and possibly too young for some cases that they showed (although the networks here had cut any and all sexual content). Tobias Moretti had already left the show but in my country we still had the episodes with him airing and it was the 90s so it was the no-spoiler age (we didn't even have internet until the mid-2000s in my house). I recall having a bit of a crush on Moser. I remember how gutted I was when he was replaced and I didn't even get to watch the episode he was killed on until way later (maybe they didn't even air it). Anyway, one day I saw Brandtner on my tv and was not impressed lol. I was young enough to not be able to tell that they were in the process of switching the dog.

(Sorry about the images. I have a shitton of them but as I mostly got them all when dial-up connection was a thing, they're pretty damn small in dimensions, so any image I have to get now about his show, I'm just googling as I write this.)

When they changed to Gedeon Burkhard, kid me didn't really like the change but that changed when I revisited it as a teenager (a new network here picked it up and showed all the episodes again, funnily enough this show was picked up by 3 different networks, without counting the networks that picked up Hudson and Rex, and each one would add the next "generation" with the next actor that replaced the previous one lol). And it so helped that I got closure on Moser and watched his final episodes. I cried. I dare you to watch these episodes and not cry when you see Rex over Moser's dead body. And on the next episode where they introduce Brandtner and show how he bonds with Rex. I totally get how the show got more popular with Brandtner's episodes internationally but not domestically. He was a new age cop back then, he could run and fight and box and be somewhat sensitive, and he had abs lol. Now, as an adult I don't need guys to have abs on my crime shows but back then it was impressive (not to mention my watching experiences in Greek shows back then in that genre were classified as... meh).

At some point, they changed the lead again. And the dog. I suspect these changes had to do with the chemistry between human and canine actor as well.

This was the first time they had a woman in the team too. I admit that Alexander Pschill never hit the right tone for me, not that I didn't like him. I think it didn't help that the change was pretty much "we will pretend that Moser and Brandtner never existed and Hoffmann always had Rex". It bothered me. But I understand why they couldn't kill one of Rex's partners again. The romance with Nikki was a bit nice. I don't remember a lot from these as I watched them while in college (the show had already ended 4 years ago) and I'd just hit my golden crime show age, so I was looking for something more impressive. There were notable episodes, though, that I still remember.

The last Greek network that aired Kommissar Rex also aired a couple of seasons from this. I'm surprised that they presented it as a continuation instead of an adaptation and actually set up the story to start from Vienna. They kept the story up to Moser's death and then had Fabbri adopt him and bring him to Rome. The tone of the show was already lighter, and the sexism heavier. That was probably due to the Italian culture too (don't hate me if you're Italian, we're the same in a lot of things about that and I actually have Italian roots). Anyway, if I were to purely focus on Fabbri and Rex's partnership, it wasn't bad. I didn't like the actor much but that's a personal preference kind of thing. The episodes did have some action which was good. And then, surprise surprise, he was killed lol

Rivera was a better character for me and it's interesting that they had him be like, no I don't want a dog. That went on for a couple of episodes, if I recall (I haven't watched the Italian episodes a lot, I couldn't find subtitles until way later for these). As I've said before, he was quieter than the loud Fabbri and I liked that. There was also no cringe romance with the forensics lady which I'd hated with Fabbri (imagine how badly it was set up for me to hate that kind of ship lmao).

Terzani was promising but I unfortunately found only one season of his episodes. I'm hoping to properly meet this guy sometime in the future. There are a few episodes the plot of which I've read and I want to see those tropes play out. He was more of a Brandtner type and... lived in a boathouse? Something like that. He was interesting.

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that there are other adaptations out there that for various reasons (mostly availability and language) in Europe I couldn't watch. I remember that when I was in my teen years, I used to hope that one day Rex would be picked up for an English speaking adaptation. I was thinking the US but Canada was definitely as good an option. It just took me about a season to find it and I'll explain why. I'd never thought that we'd go from a show called "Inspector Rex" to Rex being second in the title so I'd noticed the "Hudson and Rex" title but didn't think it could possibly refer to this franchise lol

I'm using this promotional photo on purpose because it pretty much reflects the change that came with this show. Hudson and Rex is not what I'd call a true ensemble but it's closer to it than Inspector Rex ever was. Hudson and Rex is a modern crime show that is trying to keep the identity of the original while adding new elements like true team work, and chose to build on these characters and on Hudson and Rex's partnership instead of replacing actors and characters. I respect them for that and it gave the show an advantage over its predecessors. They now have years of history together, and with the rest of the characters too. On top of that, they developed an adequate non-toxic ship that I could get behind, which they had the guts to make canon (something that to this day crime shows are often wary about). No matter where the show ends up (as it's still ongoing but it's probably on its last legs which is okay), I'd say it's worth the time I spent on it. Maybe some of it was due to nostalgia but I still enjoy it.

Happy 30th Anniversary to the Rex franchise! Thank you for the countless hours of enjoyment!

[herzlak]

Hab grad was gesucht und mir meine alten Tatort Reviews durchgelesen und ich bin ja schon echt unfassbar lustig, deswegen hier ein Best Of:

Imagine du kannst nicht mal gradeaus laufen hahah

Und dann wieder aufstehen hahahahah

UND DANN IM TISCH HÄNGEN BLEIBEN

FEMINISMUS IN MY TATORT? MORE LIKE TATORT IN MY FEMINISMUS

Zwei Minuten und Robert verkackt einfach emotional schon wieder auf ganzer Linie

Antikonfliktlotsen digga

Der hat aufm Weg noch ne neue Gardine geshoppt, ne Taube gerupft und bei Fressnapf reingeschaut

Ich finds so toll wie ich am Anfang von jedem Tatort wirklich alle Menschen beschuldige und trotzdem immer falsch lieg

Kurzzeitig dacht ich sogar es wär der Hund-

Das isn Waldarbeiter

Ja Identität eines Waldarbeiters

Lenny der Waldarbeiter

Lenny ist nicht psychisch krank, der ist Waldarbeiter

A Brix on my windowsill <3

Aber Tatort Kommissar*innen sind ja generell fucking invincible

Digga Max und seine Prostata

Heute: Meuchelmord in Hamburg - Falke wird im Auftrag von Grosz von terroristischem Scharfschützen abgeknallt

Imagine du lebst im Hallenbad pfff

Ist das Queerbaiting oder einfach nur Hirnschwurbel?

Du könntest vor ihren Augen nen Welpen erwürgen und sie würd sagen: ohh der war aber labil

Bruder Boernes auf seinem morgendlichen Walk durch Münster

Er kriegt ihn, er kriegt ihn-

Er hat ihn nicht gekriegt.

Ist tackern ne paarbildende Aktivität?

Tatort Prison Break oder so

Yallah neue Schuhe, guckst du Bruder, flex flex

Ganz schöner Auflauf hier. War das Opfer Koch?

Alles, was ich in Pawlaks Augen seh, is ne Depression

Warum macht die wütende Chilischote jetzt Gymnastik???

UDO BITTE HALT DEIN MAUL, ICH KANN NICHT MEHR

"Neidisch oder erotisiert?" "Erschüttert." The three stages of watching Tatort

[thehypotensivegrad]

The Adviser (12/35) | Bechloe Mafia AU

Fool’s Gold - Chapter Preview (Read the rest at ao3) 

"I don't think she can," Chloe admitted as much. If the Kommissar was behind this, she would have made their case fool proof as a way to teach Chloe a lesson. "You can't play by normal rules here. I know Bree's got my back, but she's going to have to much on her plate right now. You gotta help me, Ms. Mafia Lawyer."

Beca stiffened a little bit upon the mentions of the word "mafia" and "lawyer." If anything, the reaction on her face looked absolutely adorable.

"I don't know what you mean," Beca said a little softly, mumbling her words a little. She adjusted her tie. "I'm not in the mafia."

Chloe would have played along with that, wanting to believe it to be true. She just couldn't really imagine Beca being in a cut throat world like that. She had been nothing but kind, if not a little bit badass at times.

But now wasn't the time to play dumb.

"Handle this matter like a member of the mafia, please?" Chloe said, dropping her voice down low so no one would listen in on them. "Do it, like you've done things lately."

"Ch-chloe, like I said," Beca then replied, still trying to insist.

Beca was thankfully close enough for Chloe to reach through the space between the bars. She grabbed a hold of Beca's arms and pulled her close, practically clinging on to the arm. "Beca," she said softly but seriously. "Enough with the act, it's been getting a little difficult to play dumb."

"I… I don't know what you mean…" Beca still insisted and Chloe scoffed. Beca grumbled, looking away from her. "H-how did you know?"

Chloe chuckled. Beca looked like a kid who got caught putting her hands in a cookie jar. This was not at all how she imagined Beca would react, but in a way, she loved it.

It was so… Beca… her Beca Bella.

"You sent a pillow stabbed with syringes and fake blood to Theo Walters, burnt down Babel's warehouse, found out info about the Kommissar's cronies in a short period of time, interrogated them and scared them to working for you for free, know how to fire a gun, can easily hold your own against common thugs like the Trebles, forced the Kommissar to face her actions and threatened her with the incident at the laundromat… how can an ordinary lawyer do all that? Not to mention, you keep saying mafia this, and mafia that, during our preparation and scheming from the trial. You brought them up every chance you got too. Being from Italy isn't an excuse, and you know that," Chloe went on to say, listing all the clues she's noticed. "Did you really think I'm that much of a fool?"" she then asked Beca with a pout.

Beca still looked quite guilty and flustered. "N-no…" she replied.

"So, then, please Beca?" Chloe pleased, doubling down on her request. "Now is not the time to play by the rules. Aubrey will still try to do that, but you won't. You get things done," she went on to say.

She didn't want to put Beca on the spot like that, but she was desperate.

Besides, Chloe most definitely did not want the Kommissar to win this round.

"I'll handle it," Beca confidently said, asking Chloe to let go of her. Chloe obliged and watched as Beca smoothen out her suit's blazer. "I'll do things my way."

"Thank you, Beca," Chloe then enthusiastically said, pulling Beca in for an uncomfortable hug through the bars. Chloe even managed to let her head rest on Beca's shoulder's a bit.

Beca looked away and nodded, her cheeks turning pink, before pulling away again.

[thecheesiestcheese]

Hey everyone! I know I haven’t posted on here in forever, but I was going through some old notes of mine on my phone and came across this old piece of work that never found the light of day. Figured I’d let you all give it a read. I tried to fix any grammar mistakes, but there’s probably still a few. I also have a second chapter that’s pretty much done as well, just sitting there collecting dust. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you all think!

Bella Bonding Survival 101

This was not going to end well.

Beca just knew it.

Every time the Bellas do team bonding, something always goes wrong. For example, during their first year together, the girls decided to have their first official bonding session at the city park close to Barden.

Chloe and Aubrey were setting up everything they brought for a picnic later on, while Jessica and Ashley found a place beside a tree, cuddling with a book in each of their hands. Beca could be found sitting down with her back against a tree, headphones on and eyes closed, not having anything to do, since she wasn’t allowed to bring her laptop along, due to a certain redhead’s insistence of needing to enjoy nature and maybe Aubrey’s threat of ‘pitch’ing the laptop far, far away. Amy, Stacie, and Cynthia Rose were down a little ways walking along the side of the city pond, Amy seeming to take an interest in mocking the geese nearby. Lilly was nowhere to be seen, although Beca swore she saw her in a tree earlier shooting acorns at squirrels.

A few minutes go by when Beca feels a presence beside her. After quickly debating whether or not to acknowledge who was there, the brunette decides to open her eyes just in case its the she-demon herself there to take away her music as well. Luckily enough, she is greeted by a smiling Chloe looking down at her. Not even needing to know what the redhead was wanting, Beca pats the ground beside her offering an invitation. Chloe’s smile grows even wider, making her nose crinkle and plops down beside the small brunette immediately grabbing one of Beca’s earphones for herself. Being use to Chloe and her rule for no boundaries, Beca let’s her. As they sit there, the small brunette starts to zone out only to practically jump into the air due to a loud scream, followed by shouting.

Gathering her bearings, Beca looks down to the pond to see something out of a circus and couldn’t help but to laugh. It seemed that the geese that Amy was mocking had finally had enough and was chasing the trio around the pond.

Stacie could be seen throwing one of her shoes, completely missing the target while Cynthia Rose and Amy made their way around the pond, all the while Amy could be heard shouting, “Vertical running! I’m vertical running!”

The rest of the girls laughed as they watched the chaos happen in front of them. They all stopped though, when they noticed the three Bellas heading their way with the geese right behind them.

Eyes widening, Beca scrambles to her feet, helping Chloe up, joining the rest of the Bellas and making a run for it.

That day ended with them soaking wet and smelling like wet dog.

Another time for team bonding was when the Bellas were preparing for the World Championships.

Granted, it was technically Beca’s own fault for not paying attention to where she was going. In her defense, she was too heated to take in her surroundings.

That day ended with Beca in a bear trap.

Don’t get her wrong, team bonding is fun and she loves the Bellas, but Beca is starting to see a pattern and she’s growing weary of it.

That’s why when the idea of skydiving as a team bonding exercise was introduced by none other than Aubrey, Beca immediately shot it down.

“No. Absolutely not,” the small brunette shakes her head, not wanting to hear another word.

“Aww, but Beca, imagine the bonding time we could have,” Chloe pouts throwing her best puppy-dog eyes at the brunette. “Most of us haven’t seen each other in months and I think this would be a perfect way to catch up, especially while on tour!” The redhead exclaims while also taking Beca’s hand in her own, squeezing it.

Looking between Chloe and the rest of the girls, she’s met with pouts from all sides. “Fine.” She mutters. She’s quickly engulfed in a hug by Chloe making her blush then someone in the distance yells ‘Group hug!’ making all the Bellas rush in, crushing Beca further into her best friend.

Once the hugging fest was over, the girls decided to grab dinner at a small French Bistro they saw a few days ago while they were out shopping, getting a break from the USO tour. They all get back to their hotel in one piece, the girls splitting up.

Amy, Emily, and Flo head over to the bar, Amy already calling for shots all around. Jessica and Ashley head over to claim a table big enough for the gang. Lilly and Cynthia Rose started a game of pool, Lilly looking like she won the jackpot. And Chloe disappears once she sees Chicago, saying that he could get them free access to skydiving. Beca frowns slightly as she watches Chloe run into Chicago’s arms. An arm is draped around her shoulder pulling her focus away from the scene playing out in front of her.

“Keep frowning and your face will be stuck like that,” Stacie smirks.

Shrugging the taller brunette’s arm off her shoulder, Beca glares, crossing her arms. “Thanks,” she deadpans her face still impassive.

“I think it’s been permanent since freshman year,” Aubrey remarks making her way over and hands over a drink to each of the brunettes.

“Do I even want to know what’s in this?” the small brunette asks cringing catching a strong whiff of alcohol.

The tall blonde just smirks. “You looked like you needed it.”

Beca rolls her eyes. “Shouldn’t you guys be over at the bar or something?” motioning her hand towards the bar where Amy was giving Emily shot after shot of god knows what. She should probably stop them, but Stacie grabs her arm and starts pulling her over to Jessica and Ashley, Aubrey following closely behind.

“You need to relax. Let loose a little of that pent up frustration.” Stacie’s voice is muffled while drinking whatever concoction Aubrey gave her. Setting her glass down, a sly smile appears on the leggy brunette’s face, her eyes glinting with something Beca couldn’t quite figure out, but had a feeling it wasn’t going to be anything good. “Maybe we need to find you a tall blonde, I’m sure we could find someone here.”

“Dude! No!”

“I’m not sleeping with Beca!”

The loud commotion could be heard throughout the whole bar, catching the attention of many onlookers, including the girls at the bar. Emily could be seen spitting mid drink, eyes wide, Flo patting her back as she makes some comment related to Guatemala.

Amy quickly makes her way over. “Aww yeah, Shawshank! If I hear moaning of ‘auu-beca’ tonight,” pointedly looking at the tall blonde, “I’ll be taking twenty dollars to go out. I don’t know how you could pass up a good bloe though.” She comments while setting down a tray of shots that the girls were going to down, sooner rather than later.

Both of the girls groan, Beca’s face growing red, Aubrey’s showing disgust. “I would have to be completely inebriated before I even thought about sleeping with the hobbit.” Aubrey takes a long drink grimacing as the alcohol burned down her throat.

Beca raised her hand in the air, her head facedown on the table. “Likewise.”

Stacie rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t implying that you two should get together.” Groans could be heard. “But now that you mention it, I’m thinking I should have.” The tall brunette smirks. “Don’t worry Aubs, I know you’re more interested in taller brunettes.” She winks making Aubrey blush.

“Wait, what are y-?” Amy gets cut off.

“Nothing! She’s implying nothing.” The blonde stresses looking anywhere, but the Bellas.

Actually feeling bad for Aubrey, which never in a million years did she think she would ever feel anything other than anger towards the former Bellas captain until they spent time together outside of a cappella learning that they actually had more in common then they thought, Beca drags the focus back on her.

“So,” she clears her throat, “If not Aubrey, then who were you suggesting?” The shorter brunette shifts nervously in her seat averting her eyes every time she made contact with Stacie, having an inkling that she already knew who she was referring to. Stacie was grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me...”she drags the wait out knowing she was making the brunette squirm, “..little maus.”

Beca covers her face with her hands too embarrassed to look at the girls. “Don’t remind me.” Knowing they most likely won’t believe her, Beca still tries to convince them. “She was just intimidating. She’s freakishly tall and we all know I’m small.” She shrugs looking indifferent when really inside she was anything but that.

“Alright shortie, you keep saying that, but we really know what you mean.” Amy winks. Beca just groans. She’s definitely not getting out of this one.

“Now wait you guys!” Emily blurts out. “I mean she was intimidating. Who wouldn’t be!” She exclaims loudly waving her hands around in the air. “I mean, she did call Beca a troll,” she drawls, “but tiny maus is a term of endearment soo...” Emily trails off. “Yeah, I’ve got nothing.” She slightly shrugs giving Beca a look of apology.

“Just face it Beca, you were interested in Kommissar, I’m pretty sure we all were.” Stacie claims, the other Bellas nodding along even Amy. “I don’t blame you. Besides, I think the German goddess was interested right back. In fact, I’m kind of surprised she didn’t try anything now that I think about it,” Stacie mentions, a curious look upon her face.

Someone coughs. “Oh, I know exactly why she didn’t.” The girls all face Cynthia Rose who looks like she knew one of the top secrets in the world.

Even Beca becomes curious as she gets closer to the edge of her seat. “Well?” Beca starts to grow impatient.

Cynthia Rose locks eyes with the tiny brunette. “Let’s just say a fiery fox seemed to have their claws in someone, not letting them out of their sight.” Smirking, she continues. “If that wasn’t the case, Kommissar would’ve ate you up...if you know what I mean.” C.R. winks.

At that moment Chloe seemed to appear out of nowhere. “Hey guys!” She beams. “So Chicago said we could do tomorrow afternoon if that worked for everybody.” Chloe is only met with silence. “What’s up?”

She looks around the group, eyes finally landing on Beca who seemed to be showing all signs of embarrassment. “Uh, what’s going on? What’d you guys do to our poor little DJ?” She coos taking the empty seat by Beca. The redhead wraps the brunette in her arms in a hug. “What’s got you all embarrassed?” She asks sneaking a quick sip of the brunette’s drink.

Beca remains silent.

“Oh, Shawshank has just realized that Kommissar was interested in her. She would’ve ate her up, if you know what I mean.” Amy says repeating the last part that C.R. said.

Beca could feel Chloe’s arms around her tighten.

“What?!What do you mean?” The redhead demands, eyes narrowed with a hint of agitation in her voice. “That dummkopf is the enemy! She just wanted to get into your head.” Chloe fumes.

Beca refuses to make eye contact. She could feel Chloe’s stare burning a hole in the side of her head.

“Well, it worked,” Beca mutters.

“You’ve got that right little shortie!” Amy and Stacie hi-five.

“She had you all kinds of flustered.” Stacie fans her face jokingly. “But who can blame you? It’s hard to resist tall intimidating blondes. Stacie comments winking at Aubrey.

Aubrey rolls her eyes. “Can we just move on from this conversation?”

Chloe immediately jumps in. “Yes! I think we need to forget about the past and talk about the present.” The redhead nods her head seeming to need to reassure herself. Beca finally looks up, making eye contact with Chloe beside her. Chloe sends her a smile, her face still holding a slight look of irritation. Beca sends a small smile back receiving a tiny squeeze from Chloe’s hand. They’re both interrupted from their staring contest by the girls laughing.

“Damn Em! I never thought I’d hear you say that!” Cynthia Rose laughs clapping the younger brunette’s back.

“Oh look, Bloe has decided to grace us with their presence again,” Amy announces. The rest of the Bellas were still laughing at whatever Emily said. “Hey, aca-child, wanna tell our two captains what you said?” Amy nudges Emily with her arm. Emily’s face turns bright red, but what she says next she can’t stop. Later, she’d tell them that it was because of the alcohol.

It’d already be too late.

“If we can’t find a tall blonde, other than Aubrey.” The blonde sends her a grateful look. “Then I think we could find a tall brunette who maybe or maybe not also has an interest in music and is here. As in the hotel....right now...Over at the bar.” Emily points her finger, the others follow with their eyes.

“O-M-ACA-G! Emily! She’s just as bad as that blonde giant!” Chloe shouts standing up and grabbing the attention of the Bellas and even the group of girls at the bar. Beca shrinks down into her chair, gulping down what was left of her drink.

“Hey Red!” Amy holds her hands up in slight fear, “Take it easy! We’re just stating the obvious.” The blonde looks over at Beca. “I mean, you did say that she smelt like vanilla and complimented her outfit, right?” The rest of the Bellas hold their breath, torn between what Beca’s reaction would be, but also fearing for her life or Amy’s.

“What the hell Beca?!” could be heard throughout the room.

Beca just groans.

She’s actually starting to wish that she was skydiving right now.

Instead she sinks further into her seat, face burning.

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

Voices Carry

Ch. 10: “Comfortably Numb”

[ Eins | Zwei | Drei | Vier | Fünf | Sechs | Sieben | Acht | Neun | Zehn | Elf ]

Description: Merkel accepts a job to smuggle a young woman out of East Berlin, and it turns out to be more than he bargained for.

Warnings: angst, blood, references to suicide, references to depression, poor grasp of the German language, possible historical liberties, probable sexual content in the (near) future

Notes: If the added warnings for this chapter are a major problem for you, I want you to know that you can message me if you have questions about the content before you read, and also that you can safely skip this one. You will not be lost when I post the next chapter. I promise. I have a playlist of my chapter title songs. This one is #10, “Comfortably Numb” by Pink Floyd. Thank you @scxrsgxrd​ for test reading for me. If you haven’t read her Merkel fic, you’re missing out.

In the darkness, Merkel lay awake and wondered what kind of man he was. He held Irina in his arms, his fingertips brushing the ends of her hair idly as his mind fixed on the things he should have done differently. If he had been honest with her from the start, maybe he could have made her understand without ever having to hurt her. Without becoming one more force set in motion against her. He wanted to tell her he had never meant to cause her pain, but the words sounded too much like an excuse, and they remained stuck in his throat.

He watched her face as she slept, serene now, free from the darkness that hid behind her eyes when he brought her back to the apartment. She had shut down completely. Whether it was her fear of him, or her sorrow for her father, or her body simply slipping into shock from the freezing weather, he didn’t know. Whatever it was, it felt familiar to Merkel. The wall he had built up within himself was starting to fall, piece by piece. Each time he faced her grief, it threatened to wake his own lying dormant within him. And even though it hurt, he couldn’t tear himself away.

He remembered it in fragments, each of them so clear, but he could never piece together the whole picture in his mind, as though something within him had been shattered that day and could never be reassembled. He was sitting in the stairwell of the old apartment in Mitte, his back against the wall and his lanky legs pulled in against his chest, feeling nothing. He was wearing his drab walking-out uniform and had misplaced his hat. Footsteps echoed on the tile floor, slowing to a stop beside him. He saw a woman’s shoes, and the piercing blue eyes of a little boy staring at him from behind the woman’s legs. It was his neighbor, Frau Vogel. She scolded the boy for staring and continued up the stairs without another word. Merkel barely registered their presence. He was staring straight ahead at the crack in the concrete wall, seeing nothing. He had wrapped his arms around his knees and felt as though he stood on the edge of a black void that threatened to swallow him whole.

Merkel had known his father was dead before he arrived home. His commanding officer had pulled him aside before the rest of the battalion left on a reconnaissance mission and told him that there would be no funeral—that he was being given two days’ leave to bury him without ceremony. It would be simple enough. The state had already cremated the man before Merkel could think of the question: How had his father managed to hang himself in prison?

He knew better than to ask. He had been an antagonistic little punk, full of rebellion and the invincibility of youth, when he reported for his compulsory service. But he had since learned to fall in line, if only for survival. Outspoken rebellion was only so effective. If you made a target of yourself, they would make it their mission to silence you. It was better to be silent to begin with, to engage in a quiet subversion, unnoticed, but still damaging to whatever agenda was being pushed by the people in power. If it were not for the black mark of his family name on his record, Merkel would almost be a model soldier.

There had been no inflection in his voice when he called the police from the telephone booth across the street hours after he found her. Merkel said the word as if it had no meaning.

Selbstmord.

He sat at the kitchen table when they took her away. He had dropped his service cap somewhere on the floor near the body when he walked in the door. An officer with greying hair and hard eyes picked up the hat off the floor and handed it back to him. Merkel clutched it in his hands and answered their questions as if by rote.

Yes, that was his grandfather’s service revolver.

Yes, he had kept it after the war.

Yes, his mother was already dead when he arrived.

Yes, that was her blood on his hands.

No, she did not leave a note.

No, she had not said anything to him.

No, she had not engaged in any criminal activities after her release from prison.

Yes, as far as he was aware.

Yes, it was possible she plotted criminal conspiracies without his knowledge. Maybe with the ladies of her knitting circle.

No, he did not think that this was funny.

Yes, he was aware that his mother was dead.

Yes, he was taking this seriously.

No, his parents never told him the names of any of their criminal contacts.

No, he had not been aware of their criminal activities until they were arrested.

Yes, that is why he never reported them to the authorities.

Yes, he understood that made him look like a conspirator.

No, he did not approve of their criminal behavior.

Yes, he believed they deserved to be held accountable for their crimes.

Yes, he had returned on leave to bury his father.

Yes, his father had died in prison.

Yes, he meant to say his father had hanged himself in prison.

No, he did not think his father was killed by the state.

Yes, he understood how dangerous that belief would be.

Yes, he understood that the officers currently questioning him were looking out for his best interests.

No, he was not angry.

Yes, his commanding officer was aware of what had happened.

Yes, he understood that his leave would not be extended for the second death.

Yes, two days should be sufficient time to arrange both burials.

No, he could not think of a reason why she might have done this.

No, Kommissar, not even one reason.

One of the officers had offered Merkel a cigarette before they left. It took him several attempts to recall how to light a match. After he finished smoking, he had scrubbed his mother’s blood from the grooves in the floor and ripped down the long strips of yellowed wallpaper that were now permanently stained. Later, he would be reprimanded for getting blood on his uniform. He put on a Pink Floyd record and stretched out on the floor, staring at the ceiling as the waning daylight cast rippling shadows through the curtain draped over the open window. He didn’t react when the downstairs neighbors thumped a broom against their ceiling and shouted for him to turn off the music. When the record ended, he listened to the sound of the needle riding the label for hours. He felt as though the connection between his mind and his body had been severed and he might never move again.

It had been years since his mother’s death, but there were still times when Merkel found himself staring down the same black void and feeling that familiar emptiness in the hollow of his chest. He imagined his mother felt it too, after his father’s death. That perhaps it got her in the end. If Irina had not felt that darkness tonight, Merkel knew she would soon enough. As he wound his arms around her, he willed her to be stronger than them both.

German Glossary:

Selbstmord - suicide

Kommissar - officer or inspector

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