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storiesavenged · 2 months ago

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experiment 03

bruce banner x enhanced!reader

~ wherein reader is enhanced with cryokinesis (ice powers) in a hydra lab and bruce saves them while on a mission.

~ masterlist | part 2

!! trigger warnings !!

• abuse

• ptsd

authors note ;; cryokinesis is basically like being elsa :P reader can manipulate ice to make weapons/attack or create things with. reader is adressed as three until later on.

you couldn't remember the last time you ate, or the last time you had a long, peaceful sleep. hydra had been working you like a dog, harnessing your cryokinesis- given to you by them of course- for their own benefit. they wanted a weapon that could take down the avengers once and for all. you were always gaslighted into believing they were the evil ones. you were manipulated into doing their bidding, through punishment.

"get the fuck up three. don't make me hurt you." the hydra man spat. you had fallen to the floor from pure exhaustion as they were forcing you to use your powers way beyond what your body could handle. not to mention you hadn't been fed in a few days as you had "not been behaving".

"s-sir... i can't..." you winced, your body already trembling at the thought of what he'd do to you. it was the same every time, but regardless it never failed to horrify you.

the man scoffed.

"pathetic. i can't believe we haven't scrapped you already." he said under his breath, but you had heard it clear. you didn't cry. you couldn't, they had bled you dry for tears. you were numb to every horrible thing they ever said to you. suddenly you were roughly forced to stand and dragged over to your cell. tight metal chains attached securely to your wrists keeping you suspended in the air. you silently prayed like you did each time that someday you'd get out of here. then the punches came. your body jerked with each hit, almost instantly bruising up due to how thin you were. you weren't sure how long he abused you before a loud bang rippled through the basement walls. truthfully you weren't sure what the hell was happening. one minute you're being repeatedly beaten and scolded, the next there's gunshots and yelling. your vision was blurry but you could make out the figure of a man headed your direction.

"shit... i've got a captive down here, they need medical attention.." the man trailed off, his eyes scanning your body. before you knew it you were out of the cuffs and in his arms. you wanted to fight, you knew it was one of the avengers but you didn't have the energy. you simply let it happen, hoping they would be easier on you when they inevitably jailed you again and interrogated you about the operations of hydra. you hoped that it would all be over soon, as your vision went black.

your eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the bright lights of the new place you were in. as you regained more of your conscience, you noticed you were in some sort of medical room. there was a man typing away at a computer across the room from you.

"s-sir...? where am i..." you croaked, attempting to get an idea of what was happening. were they just helping you? or were there ulterior motives?

"oh, you're awake! it's okay, you're in the avengers headquarters medical wing." he explained softly, attentive to how concerned you were.

"don't worry, we won't hurt you." he added, a soft smile adorning his features. you noticed his black, curly hair, and his purple button down underneath a white labcoat.

"o-okay.." you winced a little as you moved to sit yourself up, the man rushing to help.

"hey hey hey it's okay, i've got you." he said as he helped you position yourself more upright. he was so.. kind to you. you weren't sure why, you were convinced the avengers were the bad guys. you were taken out of your thoughts by the man clearing his throat.

"guess i should introduce myself. i'm doctor banner, though bruce is fine if you're more comfortable with that." banner smiled, you couldn't help but feel at ease when he smiled. it made you feel safe.

"i... don't know my name..." you spoke softly, ashamed of yourself. you were taken from an orphanage by hydra when you were just 8, but have no recollection of it. all you'd ever known is is hydra. and the name they had chosen for you was three.

"they call me three.." you added, not sure what else to say. you truly had no sense of self. you weren't allowed to build one.

"is that what you'd like to be called?" banner asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

"i don't know... i-it's all i ever knew.." you admitted, truly unsure of what to think. but you really didn't mind being called three. at first it was a positive thing, a nickname if you will. there was a man at hydra that was nice to you all the time. he called you three affectionately, as before they would just call you experiment 03. you could feel a sense of warmth from his memory, his presence was the only safe one you had ever felt during your time in hydra.

"then we'll call you three. but let me know if you don't like it, i can understand why you wouldn't.." he trailed off, sadness in his eyes. did he feel bad for you?

"u-uhm.. sir-.. d..doctor banner...?" you asked timidly. whenever you didn't use formalities with those at hydra you were punished. it was always sir or ma'am. the fear was always there.

"yeah three?" he replied, moving to grab some instruments to draw blood.

"why... did you guys help me...? i... they... told me you all were bad..." you shook as he came nearer to you with the needle in his hands. your body moved away from it, eyes widening at your own reaction. the last time you tried avoiding hydra's serum injections you were hurt badly.

banner frowned, giving a knowing sigh.

"of course they told you that. well, simply put, you were in trouble. you obviously are not with them, you were taken. right? that's why you were locked up?" he asked, to which you nodded.

"it's our duty to help people; keep them safe. would have been a different story if you were with them, though." he grabbed some more supplies from off his desk, moving slowly towards you again.

"i need to draw some blood, is that okay? i just need to do some tests." he questioned, wanting to make sure you were comfortable. he saw the way you reacted to the needle. being an abuse victim himself he understood, and made sure to not cross any boundaries.

"o-okay..." you nodded timidly, giving him permission. you couldn't help the way your body flinched as the needle went in, and you could hear him make a noise of sadness, presumably about your history which was making you afraid. you almost hated how kind he was to you, your mind was convincing you it was just to get you to trust him so he could betray you later.

"i... i'm so sorry, three. no one deserves to be put through what you experienced..." he looked deep into your eyes, sadness radiating from his own. you searched his in return, feeling a sense of understanding. like he was truly empathetic with your situation. it made you wonder if he had been through a similar thing.

"it's.. it's okay-"

"no, it's not.. no one should treat another person like that..." you swore you saw his eyes flash green, but you chalked it up to you hallucinating, after all you didn't feel much pain so you knew you were on some pretty heavy pain medications.

"i mean.. look at you. no offense but, you're thin as a twig, all black and blue.." he scanned the parts of your body that weren't covered by a hospital gown, wincing at the scars on your pale skin. you shrunk in on yourself, feeling self conscious. you hadn't seen how you looked for a long time but you could only assume it was god awful the way banner looked at you with pity.

"i'm sorry.. but you definitely did not deserve any of this. don't tell yourself you did, okay?" banner urged, you just nodded, fighting a yawn but losing.

"here, get some rest. you've been through a lot today." he said as he helped you lay back down. you fell asleep rather quickly, as you were exhausted.

bruce pov ;;

i worked on analyzing the blood samples taken from three, the results showing me what i feared. i figured they were enhanced but i couldn't be certain without doing tests. one thing that concerned me was how cold three was. my mind wandered off, only being pulled out of my thoughts when someone entered. i turned to see tony standing in the doorframe, eyeing three curiously.

"so this is the kid you saved?" he inquired, moving closer to get a better look.

"yeah, they're resting right now. i feel... awful, tony." i admitted, feeling really emotional about the whole thing.

"how come? this is no different than other rescue missions, what's different about this one?" he asked, and truth be told i wasn't sure why i seemed so emotional about three. partly due to the fact i have been in their shoes for certain, but i don't quite know why else.

"i.. well i empathize with their situation. as you know i was.. well.." i trailed off, clearing my throat.

"this one is just... i can't place it tony. this is the most severe case we've had... and... they're enhanced."

"what? like wanda and cap?" his eyes were wider now, curious as to what the story was.

"i'd assume more like cap, they jolted when i pulled out a needle to draw blood for tests so i assume there's a needle thing there somewhere." i explained, my heart aching for three, wondering just how much they went through.

"what do we know about them?"

"well.. they said they didn't know if they had a name. they've been called three. so i've been calling them three, they don't seem to mind, might be familiar for them amidst all this change." tony nodded, urging me to continue.

"i.. didn't get much else from them. i didn't want to pry too much. but medically i know they are enhanced. i'm not sure what their power is. they are also cold to the touch. at first i thought it was because they were in a basement but it hasn't gotten any better since being here. i'm not sure what that's about." i explained, knowing the temperature thing was an odd detail but i thought tony might have some input.

he walked over to three, standing next to them to examine them. he stopped at their hands, picking one up and looking at it closely. i rolled my stool closer to look at what he was seeing, noticing three's fingertips were ice. how the hell had i not noticed that before??

"i think three here has cryokinesis. ice powers. that would explain them being cold and the ice fingertips. we've got ourselves an elsa." i had to stifle laughter at the joke he made. tony's always finding nicknames for the team.

"hey tony, do you think we should give them a name? you know like... an actual name and not just a number? i can't be certain they are truly happy being called three, surely it must take them right back there.." i rambled off, shaking my head at the thoughts now entering it.

"yeah, that sounds good. got any suggestions?"

"well.. no. i asked you because you're quick to have a nickname for everyone you meet. thought you'd come up with something better than i could." i said. he stroked his stubble covered chin with his fingers, humming softly.

"how about y/n?" he suggested with a shrug.

"i like that, it suits them. i'll let them know they can choose y/n or three when they wake." i smiled. i love the way y/n rolls off the tongue, and it really does suit them.

"well, i should get going. but let me know if you learn more, i'm interested about this one." he stated before making his way out of the room. i shook my head, knowing he probably has a plan for y/n.

you woke up later the next day feeling a lot better than before. the bruises on your body healing

"hey three! how're ya feeling?" he asked, you managed a small smile.

"better, i.. well i haven't had a good sleep in years..." you frowned once more, remembering the uncomfortable cot you slept on in your cell when hydra wasn't working you half to death. you recalled how you slept light since there was always a threat.

"i'm glad you slept well." he smiled, finishing what he was typing on his computer before rolling over to you on his stool.

"so, tony and i had a chat about things and we came up with an actual name for you."

"oh, what is it?" you quizzed, particularly interested to get an actual name.

"tony suggested y/n, i thought it really suited you but ultimately it's up to you if you like it or not." he explained, you loved the way the name rolled off his tongue.

"i.. i love it doctor banner.. i'll use it." you smiled softly, feeling happy they cared about you enough to offer you a real name.

"okay y/n. i'm really glad you like it." he grinned before pulling out a clipboard and clicking his pen.

"i have a few questions for you, is that alright? if you don't feel comfortable answering just let me know- some of these are questions tony had and i would be understanding if they are uncomfortable for you." he explained, looking into your eyes once more.

"okay... i-i'll try to answer as much as i can.." you could feel your hands trembling, intrusive thoughts filling your mind. what if they were just buttering you up to use you to get hydra intel? banner frowned, seeing you trailing off into your thoughts while your hands shook with fear. he couldn't even begin to imagine what they had done to you to make you so timid and afraid.

"alright. tell me everything you know about yourself." he prompted, getting ready to write your answers down.

"well.. i was taken by hydra at a young age.. given cryokinetic powers through injections. i would say i have excellent control of my abilities, there was never a moment i wasn't training them- but because of that i don't recognize when i've pushed myself too much." you explained, focusing on your breathing to keep yourself calm as you searched through all your other memories.

"i don't remember much of anything from my life before hydra. they also... told me..." you trailed off, hands trembling once more.

"what did they say?" banner asked, a worried look on his face now.

"they told me... to k-kill you all..." you started to panic a little, worried they would hurt you because you were supposed to kill them.

"n-not that i would want to s-sir.. i-i don't want to hurt you all i swear!! i-i'm not... i'm not with them..." your breathing picked up in pace rapidly, and soon you were in a full blown panic attack, ice covering the walls and ceiling due to your emotions being on high. this caused tony to book it down to where you were.

"what the hell is happening here?" his voice boomed as he ripped open the door, ice falling from it and onto the ground. he took one look at you, curled up and rocking back and forth, hyperventilating and his face softened now knowing you weren't turning against them. he rushed to your side along with banner and took your hands in his, shuddering at how cold they were.

"y/n listen to me, can you hear me? i need you to take deep breaths okay? we're not going to hurt you. you're safe here." he spoke calmly, rubbing your palms with his thumbs to try to bring you back to reality.

"breathe with us y/n, okay? i need you to take a deep breath in, ready?" banner instructed, getting a shaky nod from you he continued to lead you through deep breathing. as you calmed down the ice went away too, bringing the room's temperature back up and with it your own temperature.

"i.. 'm sorry... p-please believe me.. i don't work for them.. i don't want to k.. kill.." you whimpered, afraid of the mere thought of having to kill them especially after they'd been so nice to you. you tucked your knees into your chest, your forehead resting on them. tony looked at bruce, an eyebrow raised and confusion in his eyes.

"hydra told y/n we were the enemy, tony. they told them to kill us. i guess they realized they were supposed to and thought we'd hurt them for it.." banner sighed, explaining to tony why this had even happened in the first place.

"i see.. i believe you y/n. if you wanted to you would have tried by now." tony rested a hand gently on your shoulder. you looked up to see a smile on his face, sincerety written on his features. he knew trust had to be built before he would offer a place as an avenger to you. after all seeing your powers in motion convinced him all that much more you needed to be on the team.

"t-thank you sir... for believing me.. and helping me.." you gave a small smile, looking at both of them.

"you've got banner to thank for that one, y/n. he's the one that rescued you." he smirked at banner, he was a genius afterall so he knew banner felt something for you.

"doctor banner.. you were the one who..." you trailed off, your mind replaying the moment you were taken out of the hydra base that kept you away from the world for so long. your eyes widened as you realized it was bruce that helped you.

"i.. how can i ever repay you..?" you whispered, not even sure how you could possibly return the favour.

"oh, y/n please you don't have to repay me at all. i did what any one of us would have done. it's our duty, i really don't expect anything in return for doing my job." he smiled. something about his smile made you feel different- good different. maybe staying with the avengers wouldn't be so bad.

authors note ;; making this a series ^^ i really loved this idea and i think it called for a series anyway as it was a very open prompt. parts will be published at my own pace

masterlist

#hulk #bruce banner #bruce banner x reader #gender neutral reader #series #angst #the avengers #marvel x reader #marvel mcu

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tobiasdrake · 1 year ago

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What would change in the final act of CACW if Vision shot down Tony instead of Rhodey? Personally, the way I see it, if this had been the case, Rhodey, Natasha and Vision would've gone to the Raft to try to get info from Team Cap about where Steve and Bucky went. Upon getting there, they'd be appalled and disgusted by the human rights violating conditions Ross is holding them in (Wanda especially; Vision would certainly protest, "You're not allowed to restrain her like that, it's illegal!" to Ross about that). So they elect to free Sam, Clint, Scott and Wanda, the seven of them travel to Siberia, and help Steve and Bucky capture Zemo.

If Tony takes the hit instead of Rhodey then that's a huge loss for the Pro-Accords leadership. Ross was livid after the failure in the Airport battle, even threatening to jail Tony over it. Without Tony's leadership and pushy charisma, I'm not sure Ross would even be willing to let the operation continue.

But assuming he is willing to let someone else take the lead and interrogate the prisoners in Tony's place, it wouldn't be all three of them. Chain of command. It'd just be Rhodey. T'Challa told Ross about Nat's betrayal so she's in the wind, and a man like Ross wouldn't respect Vision's personhood enough to let him be in charge of the Avengers when a perfectly good, loyal, and devoted soldier like Rhodey is standing right there.

But Rhodey isn't half the maverick that Tony is. He probably isn't going to freak out and start gunning down the Raft to break everyone out or something, like you described. If given this chance, he'd play things about the same way as Tony except without compromising the security systems in order to create a window to talk to Sam as a friend.

So Rhodey gets the, "Hello, Officer," treatment and leaves empty-handed. And since T'Challa only made it to Siberia by tracking Tony's plane, nobody makes it to Siberia to intercept Steve and Bucky.

What that means in the long run is that Zemo gets his footage of Tony's parents being murdered but doesn't have a convenient opportunity to use it immediately. So he just... Escapes. With the footage. To devise his next scheme of when, where, and how to use it.

Everything past that point is basically Brand New AU Story.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #captain america #captain america civil war #tony stark #iron man #james rhodes #rhodey #war machine

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luke-kindaunluckydoe · 1 year ago

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One truth, three lies (F Virgo x F Gemini)

you can find me on wattpad @/lorsumwl. i also have a patreon!

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Famous heroine Virgo stood up from the interrogation seat in impatience, accidentally hitting her knee, pretending that it didn't hurt.

"Chief, you might wanna get that checked", the Villain, hands and legs tied up for safety mocked her, "you're limping".

"Shut the fuck up, won't you? " Virgo looked at her threateningly.

"You were begging me to speak a little while ago. You're sending mixed signals, sweetie. That's a very immature thing to do", the villain pouted, pretty face very convincing, until she couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing at the sight of Virgo's annoyed face.

Completely out of it after two hours of not getting anything, Virgo spat out with a stern face, "You haven't changed at all, Gemini".

At the mention of her past name, Gemini's entire mood changed, and the sharp, malicious gaze she sent Virgo's way reminded the heroine of just how evil the person in front of her was, "Don't fuck with me. That's not my name".

Virgo, finally seeing a trace of seriousness in the conversation, tried to use the other's carelessness to her favor and get her to confess something. She got close to the chained villain, moving her chair to the side, and caging her down with both of her arms on the arms rests, "Oh? then what is it?"

"Boss…" a hesitant voice sounded in Gemini's head, "this doesn't look like an interrogation. Isn't she way too close?'

'She kind of is', Gemini swallowed saliva, a tad bit flustered. She could smell the classical cinnamon cologne of the other, one she had known since childhood. Strand of the other's long hair tickled her neck. 'Fuck', she cursed herself, 'She's so hot'.

The voice in her mind sounded annoyed, "Don't tell me you haven't gotten over her".

'None of your business', she thought. Sagittarius was being way too noisy these days. She'd have to teach them a lesson.

"Please don't".

She quickly regained herself, and sighed comically," If you really don't know my name, then the situation is a bit dire, isn't it?"

"The situation is dire regardless of anything", Virgo let go of the chair, rubbing her temples. "You've murdered hundreds of people".

"Almost done", Sagittarius, about to teletransport her to the base said.

Gemini decided she wanted to have fun until then. (And if her heart throbbed at the thought of leaving Virgo again, she hid it even to herself).

"Wrong place, wrong time", was her only answer to the accusation.

At Gemini's indifference, Virgo could feel anger rise up her throat. "You've committed acts of terrorism".

"Oh, so now we're listing our bad deeds? I know Santa won't bring me anything this year, alright", Gemini shrugged.

"Ha!" Sagittarius laughed.

Virgo didn't. She gave herself the liberty to slap the other hard on the face, surely leaving a bruise.

"You bastard, this is serious! Don't you know all the shit you've caused?!"

"Not really. I tend to not count".

"Then I'll list it, just so that you know what you're going to rot in jail for", Virgo spat at her, opening the document in the table that contained different files of crimes Gemini had committed.

Virgo took out the first page, sliding it over to the villain's side so she could see, "You robbed X bank, and bombed it afterwards".

Gemini frowned, titling to look at the picture, 'Wasn't this Leo?', she asked Sagittarius. 'I think so', they answered.

"Well, some pennies do us all well", Gemini answered, not bothering to clear anything up.

"It was two billion dollars", Virgo glared.

"The cost of living keeps rising", Gemini reasoned.

Then, the heroine slid over another page, "You started a shooting in the middle of the hero council, killing the chairman".

"That one's pisces", Sagittarius remberbed. 'Oh yeah', Gemini suddenly remembered the day he entered, covered in blood laughing like a maniac. 'I think he said he was an anarchist?' "I think so. Blamed it on the full moon or some shit".

"The man was old already. I did him a favor putting him out of his misery– I doubt he could even chew".

"You terrorized the entire country by sending a fake death threat message through the TV", Virgo kept insisting.

"Oh. That one was me", Sagittarius admitted. 'Now that I think about it, what have I done?' Gemini wondered.

"Not my fault people will believe anything. Don't politicians do the same, anyway? Why is it only me who gets lectured?"

There was a tense silence before Virgo slid over the last page.

"You-", Virgo stuttered on her words, "You killed Taurus, our friend, in cold blood".

'Ah', Gemini winced, 'That I did'.

"... You wouldn't understand", she settled for saying.

Virgo was trying hard not to cry. That empty shell of a person, that devil who always managed to get what she wanted, that thorn in peace's side, sitting in front of her… "Are you even really Gemini?", she asked, her question like the last flickering candlelight of hope standing.

"Done", Sagittarius informed her.

As she felt herself disappearing, Gemini fought the unbearable pain that being teletransported caused to look directly at Virgo's panicked face and honestly say, "It's like you said", she caught the last glimpse of the other, heartbroken eyes staring, "I haven't changed".

And then she was gone.

#virgo #gemini #girls in love #enemies to lovers #angst #comedy #oneshot #hero x villain #zodiac signs #zodiac

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years ago

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notable moments from The Three Days of The Hunter Job

leverage 2.05

hunt for the truth = fox news

you can’t change my mind, sorry

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Nate: Here's what we can do. We can probably get you enough money to save the house and pay for medical bills--

Sarah: We aren't interested in money, Mr. Ford. This woman took my father's self-esteem. She took his reputation. She took his good name. That's what he needs back.

someone needs to make a compilation of their clients being noble as hell

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Sophie: I wanna take the lead on this one. I wanna do what you do.

Nate: Yeah, listen, I know breakups can be very difficult, Sophie.

Sophie: Whoa. No, that's not what this is about.

Nate: I know that you have this need to be in control right now, you know.

Sophie: I don't have any such need.

Nate: But you can't project that onto the con.

Sophie: Excuse me? This, coming from the man who spent an entire year drunk, working out his obsessive vengeance on every dimwit in a suit who happened to cross our line of vision.

Nate: Hey, you put some thought into that one, didn't you?

Sophie: You know, I'm not tryin' to control the universe just because some guy dumped me. I-I appreciate the concern. I just, I need a new challenge.

Nate: Okay. (hands Sophie the files) This is your job.

Sophie: Thanks. Now, let's go get this bitch. (walks away)

Nate: Oh, boy

fucking get rekt nate you’re the literal last one to talk

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huh nate is wearing flannel in this one

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Sophie: Exactly. And then to protect themselves, they issue an apology to Mr. Pennington and then they throw Monica Hunter into the jaws of the very media machine that she bent to her own malicious will.

Parker: Wow. I gotta say, Sophie's briefings are much more dramatic.

Eliot: And poetic.

parker and eliot are cute

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Sophie: But we can sell a story that commands respect. A story that she's gonna chase to get the respect she craves. Hm? Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news.

(everyone continues sitting, looking uncomfortable)

Nate: That's when you wanna...

Sophie: I wanna do that bit again. Pack your bags, everyone. We're going to D.C. to make news. (leaves room)

Nate: She's walking into the closet

SOPHIE ITS OKAY YOU DONT NEED TO GO IN THE CLOSET

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Parker: I got the pass. Easy.

Sophie: Parker, we went over this.

[Exterior Studio]

Sophie: You're not supposed to take it. Get caught with it.

Parker: I don't know how to get caught.

Sophie: Yeah, I know it's difficult to steal badly. Just, just try

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Monica (grabs Parker): Hey. Hey. I will have you arrested for trespassing if you do not tell me what you are doing here.

Parker: Technically, you can't have me arrested for trespassing because you don't own the station.

Sophie: Parker, tell her the story

parker: TRY ME BITCH

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hardison doing crazy tinfoil hat guy is iconic

+ parker and hardison’s high five and “that’s what I’m talkin about!” ADORABLE

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Parker: Eliot, these conspiracies aren't real, right?

Eliot: What do you mean?

Parker: Like that one over there that says all the major wars of the past 50 years were ordered by members of The Council.

Eliot: Parker, I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you. (walks away)

Parker: You're not a member of The Council, are you? Eliot? Is he?

Nate: Oh, I don't know. (walks away)

Parker: Huh? Uh, Nate, is he?

parker looked so vulnerable asking it and eliot’s just like,,, imma fuck with her LMFAO

also this is another chaotic ot3 scene that I’d die for

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eliot taking the general’s id with his pencil and handing it off to hardison? SMOOTH AS FUCK

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Parker: But what if he won't talk to us?

Monica: Then we celebrate.

Parker: Celebrate?

Monica: Denial means guilt. Refusal means more guilt. Punch out my cameraman, and I'll kiss you on the mouth.

Camera Man: Mm-hm.

parker: 👀👀👀

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parker gets hit with a car ,,, how many times in this series does she get hit with a car ??

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monica’s face when she sees parker get hit by a car is LITERALLY the exact same as the surprised pikachu face

bruh imagine you see this happening ,,, like a girl get hit by a car, a suit running out, grabbing stuff of her body, then running away ???

her playing dead on the ground for a hot minute before “waking up”, dusting herself off and walking away ???

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Hardison: Move. Don't stop. Come on.

Monica: They ran her over.

Hardison: I know, but we gotta go. Security cameras, the ATM cameras, the traffic cameras. We're always being watched. Just put your head down. Act natural.

Monica: Why are you dressed like a mailman?

Hardison: Invisible man, mailman, nobody notices the mailman. He blends right in. Just like a circus clown.

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Parker: We totally went to the moon.

Eliot: Movie sets. I've seen 'em. They're outside of Albuquerque.

Parker: Why would there still be sets there?

Eliot: Because they're gonna reuse 'em for the Mars mission. Repaint it all red.

her bumping shoulders with eliot and leaning on him? the casual intimacy that nourishes my S O U L

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Sophie: She has to have corroboration from her own sources. She has to craft the narrative. Monica Hunter has to be the author of her own personal nightmare.

Nate: Do I sound that creepy when I...?

Eliot: Hell yes.

Parker: Mm-hm.

Nate: Really?

Eliot: You do

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Sophie: The only question is whether Hardison guessed her sources right.

Hardison: G-guess? Guess?

Sophie: Well, you know.

Hardison: Woman, my name Alec Hardison. I do not guess, OK? Look, journalists, they're lazy. They always go back to the same sources. I compared Monica Hunter's stories for the last ten years and created a heuristic model based on her sources. I-I filtered by story type, priority and evidentiary chain. Look, (pulls up info on laptop) sex scandal: 87 percent chance she goes to these sources. Serial killer scare: 90 percent she contacts these sources for confirmation. Government secrets and health scare intersects: Ninety-five percent chance she goes to these sources. Look, look. Right there. She's emailing them right now. Look.

- - - - -

Hardison: Get me out of here.

Sophie: Yeah, I'm working on it.

Parker (comes out of back room pulling on jacket): I'm on it.

Sophie: No, no, no, no, no, you cannot go. You're dead. Monica Hunter sees you and the whole con is blown.

Parker: Right

PARKER WAS R E A D Y TO GO IN AFTER HIM WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE OT3

- - - - -

Hardison: Damn the con. I'm a black man caught on an Army base with a video camera. I am going to jail forever.

the realest part of the show

- - - - -

Hardison: Eliot, get me everything you can on a Lieutenant Abbot.

[Apartment]

Hardison: Just-just do what I taught you.

Eliot (typing on laptop): Now, the "http" thing comes before—

[Interrogation Room 2]

Eliot: --the "www-dot," right?

Hardison: Eliot!

[Apartment]

Eliot: Which one's the forward slash?

Sophie: Oh, come on.

[Interrogation Room 2]

Hardison: It ain't the time, Eliot. It ain't the time.

[Apartment]

Eliot: It's not fun when you're hanging out there in the wind and there's a dude behind a laptop cracking jokes, is there?

Parker: (holding a gas mask over her face before looking over it) I like it when we switch jobs. It's exciting

someone PLEASE make an eliot-being-bad-at-technology compilation I’m begging

also it’s officially canon that hardison tries teaching eliot about technology

- - - - -

Eliot: No, that's everything on this guy.

Lieutenant: Sir, I need to know why you're on this base.

Hardison: Yes. Why am I on this base?

Lieutenant: I'm asking you.

Hardison: No, I'm asking you. Why am I on this base? Why am I in this room?

Lieutenant: So I can ask you questions.

Hardison: Or maybe it's so I can ask you questions, Lieutenant Kyle Abbot, Social Security 823-24-6270?

Lieutenant: I don't know what you're up to.

Hardison: Maybe you’re not cleared to know. Two disciplinary actions? That one in Germany? Maybe you're just too much of a security risk.

(lieutenant goes to leave and Hardison slams his fist on the table)

Hardison: Did I say you could leave?

(lieutenant swallows nervously)

T H I S

S C E N E

T H O

- - - - -

[Army Base Gate]

Nate: Not gonna work.

Eliot: It's all in the salute, man.

[Apartment]

Sophie: Just work the stars and bars. Nobody wants to--

[Army Base Gate]

(a soldier moves to the side of the car and leans in, saluting Nate)

Sophie: --look a general in the eye.

Nate: Uh, good form soldier. As you were.

Soldier: Clear.

(the gate goes up and Nate pulls into the base, parking near a building. He gets out of the car and walks toward the door)

- - - - -

Nate: We hunt for the truth through many dark places. (approaches Monica menacingly) I am a patriot, Ms. Hunter. I'm sorry. (to Eliot) Earl.

(Monica takes a can of pepper spray from her purse and sprays it in Nate’s face, driving him back. She runs out the door as he groans in pain. Eliot goes to pat his back)

Eliot: Good thing Parker switched that with water.

Nate: Didn't! Didn't switch. (they both start coughing)

LMFAO

- - - - -

Monica: My friends, this is the enemy. Our water has been poisoned.

(an aide spits out a mouthful of water)

JFNSKDKEJWJNFJ

- - - - -

(Eliot is cutting vegetables while Nate opens a bottle of wine and Hardison swirls orange soda in a wine glass)

hardison is literally swirling his neon orange soda in a wine glass as eliot cooks actual food for the fam I CANNOT

- - - - -

Parker (holds up photo): Loch Ness Monster.

Hardison: Loch Ness submarine.

Parker: No!

Eliot: Scottish waters are cold and deep. It's a perfect place to test.

Parker (holds up photo): Area 51.

Eliot: True.

Hardison: False.

Eliot: That's true.

Hardison: False. She said Area 51, 51.

Eliot: I'm sorry. False. Area 52.

Hardison: Been there.

Eliot: Yep

I’m crying the ot3 was top tier chaotic this entire episode and parker was having A Time™ with all these conspiracies

someone make a compilation of these scenes overlayed with the wii music. pls.

#leverage #leverage 2.05 #leverage 2x05 #the three days of hunter job #leverage season 2 #season 2 #notable moments #mine

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theexistentiallyqueer · 4 years ago

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It’s been a while, what with me being being more active on Twitter these days, but I had some thoughts churning around in my brain and this felt like a better place to post them rather than threading them over there.

This is a post about Persona 5 and restorative justice. Before I go any further, though, a note: this is meta about restorative justice and prison abolition as ethical philosophies only, how it can be expressed/structured in works of fiction, i.e., Persona 5 and Persona 5 Royal, and what the importance of doing so is.

I should also note that I am not a philosopher, a legal scholar, or an activist, I just like to read, and I strongly encourage you to look into the topics I’m discussing in this essay. If you want specific recommendations you can DM me; again, this being meta about a video game, I think linking those titles here would diminish their importance regarding what they’re actually about.

Ready? Okay. Let’s get started.

what is restorative justice?

‘Restorative justice’ is a concept in ethical and legal philosophy that holds itself in contrast to two other kinds of justice: punitive and carceral. Punitive justice is justice as punishment, i.e., an eye for an eye, while carceral justice involves justice as the confinement of criminal offenders. While both have heavy overlaps with one another, they’re distinct in the generality vs the specificity of their outcome: punitive justice can involve the death penalty, property seizure, permanent loss of rights, etc., carceral justice refers strictly just to the incarceration of criminal offenders in institutional facilities (jails, prisons, etc.).

Restorative justice, in contrast, roots itself in the understanding of closing a circle: the best and most holistic way to heal harm one person inflicts on another is to have the person who inflicted the harm make reparations to the person they hurt in a tangible and meaningful way. This can take many forms, and if you’re passingly familiar with restorative justice already, you may have heard about it involving the offender and the victim meeting face-to-face. This does happen sometimes. Personal acknowledgement of the harm you’ve inflicted on someone is important, and direct apologies are important, but these need to also be coupled with actions. The person behind a drunk hit-and-run of a parent could help put their orphaned child through school, or a domestic abuser could be made to take counseling and go on to help deter domestic violence in other households, and so on.

The vast majority of states across the world use punitive/carceral models, though small-scale community trials of restorative justice have been attempted, to varying degrees of success. No one is going to argue that it would be easy to implement, but it is important. Restorative justice is about recognizing that crime, specifically crimes against other people, are fundamentally still about two people: the perpetrator and the victim. And we have to look beyond the words perpetrator and victim to recognize that they are both human beings and challenge ourselves to build a society where our concept of justice means healing hurts instead of retaliation.

It’s not easy, but it is possible. It requires changing your own perceptions of justice and humanity and society and the big wide entire world to have the kind of mindset that allows it to be possible. But it is possible, and I know that from personal experience, because it’s my own mindset and I’ve been through trauma too.

prison abolition and the god of control

Persona 5 has an authority problem. By which I mean, Persona 5 has a problem challenging authority in any way that functionally matters.

The game is drenched in heavy-handed prison imagery, from jail cells to wardens to striped jumpsuits to cuffs and chains to an electric chair. Throughout the long build-up of the main storyline we’re treated to a confectionery delight of punitive justice, stick-it-to-the-man justice: the Thieves find a bad guy who coincidentally has personally hurt or is actively hurting one of their members, and they take it upon themselves to make the bad guy miserable and then send him off to jail. By the end of the arc you’re meant to feel like you accomplished something heroic, that by locking someone up you’re balancing the scales of justice. In the Kamoshida arc Ann even frames this in restorative justice terms, telling him he doesn’t deserve the easy way out of ending his own life and needs to live with his mistakes and repent, but he’s still sent off to jail regardless and Ann and Shiho are left to struggle through the trauma he put them through without anyone to really support them. This repeats itself, over and over: Madarame, Kaneshiro, Okumura, Shido--expose the bad guy, bring him low, publicly shame him, and then send him away (or, in Okumura’s case, watch him die on live TV to riotous cheers from the public).

And what does this all accomplish, in the end? You get to the Depths of Mementos on Christmas Eve to find the souls of humanity locked away in apathy, surrendered willingly to the control of the state, and your targets right there with them, thanking you for helping them return to a place where they don’t have to think of other people as people any more than they did before. In prison, they can forget that they are human beings and that all of the rest of the people in the world are too. The Phantom Thieves march upstairs and defeat the Gnostic manifestation of social control, that being that masquerades itself with lies as the true Biblical god. And then you go back home and the adults tell you that everything is okay now, the system itself isn’t rotten, and you just have to sit back, stop actively participating in the world, and let them take the reins.

It’s one of Persona 5′s most ironic conceits. “Prison abolition....good?” the player asks, and Atlus swats you on the hand and says, “Silly kids, prison abolition completely unnecessary because you can trust the state to not fuck up anyone’s lives anymore ever.” All while using prison imagery to present prisons as institutions inherently divorced from what might constitute actual justice.

Prisons exist because hierarchies exist, and so long as hierarchies exist, inequality will exist and people will commit harm who otherwise likely would not. But you can’t have your cake and eat it too, Atlus. You can’t frame prisons as an inherently unjust institution used to control people because you didn’t do anything to get rid of the hierarchy. You just gave the hydra a few new heads.

restorative justice and rehabilitation

Rehabilitation is Persona 5′s favorite buzz word, and for all that it’s used the game never really clearly defines what it’s supposed to mean. Yaldabaoth uses it as a euphemism to describe the process by which he creates his ideal puppet, but Yaldabaoth bad, and by the end of the game, Yaldabaoth dead. We get barely any time with Igor after that for Igor to define rehabilitation properly on his terms, which is notable in that Igor is the one who’s supposed to be the spiritual mentor of the wild card within the Persona universe.

We can only infer from that that it’s the player who’s meant to define what rehabilitation is by the end of the game, but because the game fails to take any concrete stance on its themes that could in any way undermine the idea that society isn’t functionally broken, it’s hard to figure out what conclusion we’re supposed to draw. As I stated above, the game immediately walks back any insinuations that it’s the institutions themselves that are rotten by having Sae and Sojiro step in and assume responsibility for making the world just by continuing to operate within the rules society itself has created. If you can’t beat them....join them?

If anything the closest we can get to coming up with a definitive understanding of what the game wants us to understand rehabilitation as is when the protagonist is in juvie. During those months we’re treated to an extended cutscene of all of your maxed out confidants taking action to get you out of jail, but because you can trigger this scene even if you haven’t maxed out all of your confidants, and because the outcome (getting out of juvie) is the same even if you haven’t maxed out any besides Sae, then we’re right back where we started.

But that cutscene still has a sliver of meaning to it despite it being largely window-dressing, because the game does push, over and over, the argument that it’s through your bonds with others, through building a community, that you’ll rehabilitate yourself and find true justice.

And that’s what restorative justice is about: community.

the truth: uncovering it vs deciding it

I can’t find enough words to convey how infuriating it is that Atlus comes so close to telling a restorative justice narrative and then completely drops the ball on displaying it at all in Goro’s character arc.

Goro’s concept of justice is fundamentally punitive, the textbook “you hurt me so I’m going to hurt you back.” In doing so he goes on to hurt a whole bunch of other people: orphaning Futaba, orphaning Haru, triggering a mental shutdown in Ohya’s partner Kayo, and also killing countless millions other instances of mental shutdowns, psychotic breakdowns, bribery, and scandal that caused people material harm and, in a handful of cases, killed them.

Yes, Shido gave him the gun, but Goro pulled the trigger. And in a restorative justice framework, you don’t bypass that fact: you actively interrogate it.

There’s been a lot of really great meta about what the circumstances of Goro’s life were like, including the Japanese foster care system, the social stigma of bastardy in Japan and the impact it has on an illegitimate child’s outcomes, and the ways in which Shido groomed and manipulated Goro into being the tool of violence he made him into. These things aren’t excuses for what Goro does, however: they’re explanations for it. They are the complex social issues that create a situation where a child feels his best choice, indeed maybe his only choice, is to take the gun being offered to him and use it on other people. If you want to prevent more kids from slipping through cracks into those kinds of situations, you need to understand the social ills that made those cracks appear in the first place and you need to fix them. Otherwise there will always be another kid, and another recruiter, and another bad choice, and another gun. Systemic problems require systemic solutions.

Even so, none of that bypasses the fact that it was Goro’s hand on that gun, that it was Goro who performed the physical action of killing Wakaba’s and Okumura’s shadows, and that, as a result of Goro’s direct actions, Wakaba and Okumura died. You can say Okumura deserved it all you like, but Haru doesn’t deserve to be an orphan. Haru deserved to repair her relationship with her father. Okumura deserved the chance to learn and make direct, material amends to the employees he hurt and the families of those who died on his watch, and they deserved to have him give them a better way to heal.

But this isn’t about the loss of Okumura making amends to his family or his victims: this is about Goro Akechi, and the fact that even in Royal his fraught relationship with Haru and Futaba is never explored, barely even addressed. There’s not even any personal, direct acknowledgement from him of the pain he put them through.

You can say he doesn’t care, and that’s fine that he doesn’t care. And it is. He’s a fictional character, this is a video game, they are anime characters.

But Persona 5 flirts with the idea of restorative justice and never fully explores it, and it’s a weaker game for that.

the thin place, the veil between worlds, the line in the sand

This is the last part, I promise, and I’ll be short and brief here, because the truth is that none of this matters, at least not in the way that you think. Persona 5 is a story. It’s a lie that we buy. It’s all zeroes and ones and electrical signals and optical images on a blank black screen.

But art can be powerful. Art is like magic, the deepest magic, the oldest kind. We human beings are creatures of art and poetry, of images and patterns, of music and words. Good art, really good art, can allow us to explore new ideas and critique our internal assumptions about how the world works.

No, fiction doesn’t affect reality, not the way that you think it does.

But if you’ve gotten this far, I just got you to read an essay on restorative justice and prison abolition in regards to a Japanese role-playing game, and that is something to think about.

How do you define rehabilitation? What kind of justice do you believe in? Is the way you conceive those things really the best way?

And how much more interesting could a story that challenges those concepts be?

#persona #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #goro akechi #akira kurusu #meta #words

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captainjimothycarter · 4 years ago

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Director Carter, Badass peggy being in charge of everyone and everyone being scared/intimidated by her, especially the newbies, including but not limited to coulson, hill, may, etc

Oh my God Y E S. So I’m sorry I just kept rambling on. You can figure out the timeline, because I can’t, lmao.

Director Peggy Carter knew she was a hard woman, knew she was intimidated by extreme means and that’s how she wanted it to be. She’s lived her life, a woman in this career where she’s frowned down at for being a woman while working in the military. Where doors have been shut in her face, where she’s been talked down to, looked over for promotions despite she’s the best choice for the matter next to another Agent, bluntly ignored, or even had her sex used against her.

Peggy Carter was a hard woman because life her that way, because she knew the life of an agent because she knew that the world would not be easy on an agent because he was new. There were crazy things out there and she had the feeling they were just barely scratching the surface – starting with Schmidt and Steve and there was no end in sight.

Her age was not something these agents would use against her either – they knew better. She was harder and stronger because of all she’s done in her age. Sneaking behind her officer’s back as Captain America’s liaison, ignoring bluntly given orders? It was the first of many things she’s done quite illegal that should have her still sitting in jail if she did her math right. Her only saving grace was her quick wit and skills – and of course a few close friends in good places.

Howard Stark and Chester Phillips had pulled her ass out of the fire more times than she could count and Peggy was grateful for them. Phillips knew her worth better than anyone but also knew how to play the game. He knew how the world worked and fought back against it in his own means. What may seem like him yelling at Peggy for disobeying an order was his way of giving her what she needs. It wasn’t like he could stop her anyway – a lesson he learned quite well during the war and after.

Phillips had appointed her Director of Shield when he was ready to retire, claiming he was tired, and Peggy knew it was his age getting up to him. He’d left her in the perfect position with people they trusted to continue the work that he’d started and left his own files and notes for her, so she wasn’t alone. His death had hit her hard and reminded Peggy no one was immune to death – not that she needed a reminder. It just reminded her all the same of what was at stake here and how she had to do her job, no matter what these agents thought.

The knock on the door caused the Director to raise her head, glancing down at her withered watch to read it was nearing midnight. She hadn’t been aware of the time or the fact she was burning the midnight oil – no wonder she was exhausted. Her eyes were burning and she had to sigh and rub at her face.

“Come in,” she croaked, standing up to pour herself a glass of water. She wasn’t surprised when the door opened to see their new agent enter – a young Phillip Coulson. “Ah. You’re finally back. I was wondering when you would be coming in. Are you hurt?”

Her eyes scanned over his body, taking note of the gauze peeking from his collarbone and the burned ends of his dress shirt.

“A little,” Phil admitted with a slight shrug. “No more than normal. I wasn’t sure if you were in but I wanted to drop off the mission report before I left. The mission was a success – we retrieved the 084 and it’s currently being investigated by Stark and his men.”

Poise. Proper. This man would make a fine agent, Peggy was sure once she’s whipped him into shape. She can’t think she’s had any problem with him actually. While it wasn’t her job to train agents, Peggy liked to give a personal hand unless something called her away. She wanted her agents to be aware from day one when she recruited them that she was their direct boss, that she not only signed their paycheck but was the reason they were here. She handpicked every single one of them.

“That’s great.” She tossed the file on the desk, intending to take it home and read it while in the bath. She deserved that at least. “You may leave. We’ll resume training tomorrow. Be sure your friends are on time this time. I don’t feel like waiting.”

“What was that?” Peggy asked, her tone sharp as she rounded on Hill. “Agent Hill, I believe I asked you a question. What. Was. That.”

The woman’s head snapped up, a strand of her hair escaping the high bun and sticking to her sweaty forehead. She looked on the edge and devilish, unable to focus. Good, that’s how Peggy wanted them. It was beyond boiling in this room, the thermostat read nearing 90 degrees in a small room. She wanted nothing more than to strip down to her slip but the Director hadn’t even removed her scarf.

The sand beneath them blew across their face, feeling like sand hitting her and making her skin raw. No doubt a cold shower was in their future. If they got out of this room. They stood in a room simulated to be a desert, the humidity quickly rising by the hour, making their throats ache for a drop of water. The weather was designed to put them on edge, to stress any agent out. They were to think and act. A few agents were spread out in the room, hidden behind various objects. Hill had just an hour beforehand to read the files quickly and choose which was her current target. She had one choice, one ‘bullet’.

And of course, Hill chose wrong.

“A mistake, ma’am,” Hill replied in a soft tone, her eyes snapping to Peggy. “I-I panicked.”

“You panicked.” Peggy’s fingers snapped and all at once the simulation ended, an agent slid down from the top of a dune and tumbled down to end up at their feet. She helped pick him up and brushed him off. “Agent Hill, I am aware of how this situation is, how you’re in a stressful situation, but this is what life is like on the field. You have very little time to choose and remember which one is your enemy, your target in a stressful situation. Sometimes you don’t even get files, sometimes you don’t even get five minutes. If that had been a real bullet, a real situation then that man would be dead and I would be left with the fact to tell his family that their father is not alive because of your mistake.”

Peggy’s sharp eyes never left Hill’s face, seeing the realization they both knew sinking in. Her head slowly nodded before she looked down at the agent she ‘killed’, his vest splattered with red paint. “I won’t make that mistake again.”

“No, you won’t. Let’s take a break, then we’ll try this again. Go wash up, Agent, and get some water.” She patted the young agent on the shoulder, watching Hill being the first to leave the room. Peggy sighed heavily and rubbed at her temples. Agents made mistakes, she told herself, Gods know she’s made a few of her own.

“What do you call that?” Peggy mused, cocking her eyebrow at Coulson as they looked in on the darkened figure sitting chained to the desk. A faux interrogation, but Coulson believed it to be real. To his knowledge, they’d gotten a suspect in for the deadly gas that was threatened to explode half of Manhattan.

It was an interrogation they’d set up for weeks, slowly spreading information, letting it seem real as possible, to even Howard designing a fake formula for their use. They had to go to these extremes, clean up included to train her agents. Peggy would not take anything less here, damnit.

Coulson’s eyes snapped to her from the side of the room, licking his dry lips. He’d become nervous and wary of her over the past few weeks, her clear reputation getting around Shield. “Ma’am?” He turned to look at her, finally turning his back to the perp. “Call what, ma’am? I looked at his file, I asked him questions.”

“You asked him questions that anyone could fake answers to! You need to get in his head, you –“ Peggy was cut off at the perp running into the glass, Coulson jumping away and turning to see the man standing against the glass, dragging the table with him despite he was cuffed. “I want you to handle him. Now. I need to go on a conference call but when I come back, you better have some answers – more so than I can find from reading his file.”

She paused and turned to read Coulson’s expression. He was soft, too soft and it made her heart pull at a reminder of Daniel. “Agent Coulson, you must become used to these interrogating techniques and think outside the box because I can guarantee you that half the perps that we have in there have already thought of what to say when they’re in here. And fifteen different ways to get out of those cuffs and to get into your head. You have got to be five steps ahead of them or I’m afraid you won’t make it as an agent. At least not fieldwork. Now, excuse me.”

The call lasted less than an hour, plenty of time for the brunette to grab a cup of coffee and wander back into the interrogation room. She found Coulson sitting on the other side of the glass again as if he’s never left and staring down at the file. She could see his scribble and notes he’s made while she was gone. The man on the other side, she noticed as the lights flicked on from her arrival sported raw spots on his wrists.

“He has a fear of snakes,” Coulson mused, snapping the file closed. “The wonders you can do with Stark technology at your hand and a few scenes from Indiana Jones. I believe you’ll find everything inside is all you need to know on the formula and the counter effect.”

Peggy’s fingers closed around the file and snapped it open, her eyes skimming over the pages. A smile pulled on her red-stained lips and nodded. “Very good, Agent Coulson. Remember these techniques for later.

“Director?” Fury stopped in his steps, looking down at the small file that Peggy had given him two days prior. It was late at night, meaning this man had stayed up late, not like she was in any better position. Two agents had just gone missing out of the blue and she couldn’t figure out why.

“I thought we talked about knocking?” Peggy sighed, waving the man inside and watching him collapse in the opposite seat of her desk.

“No, you talked about knocking. I pretended to listen.” Peggy’s eyes snapped to him and all the co-director could do was a smirk. “Listen, I’ve been reading over this proposal you gave me and…no.”

“What do you mean no, Agent? Those are your only two options. You are Co-Director and have to make decisions without my regard. Yes, the files will pass my desks but not all of them I will be able or have time to approve of. Are you telling me you want to take back your promotion, Agent?”

Fury was silent for a beat, Peggy counted watching his chest rise and fall. She could see the gears turning in his head. The way he held himself, his hand gripping his kneecap to a frightening point.

“No,” he said finally, breaking the silence between them. “I do not, Director. I mean that I am not listening to your asinine directions here. I mean no disrespect, ma’am but I believe there’s another course of action here that won’t put so many lives at risk and still give us the intel that we need, and rescue our two missing agents.”

Peggy smirked as she sat up and take a long drink of the bourbon she’s had sitting on her desk. “I see,” she sighed, as if it pained her to look through the file Fury had given her. “Very good, Director Fury.”

“This…was a test?” She could see the frustration growing in his eyes. “I already sent my agents out!”

“Of course this was a test! You will be tested many times while under me. You need to know when to make the hard calls when to see that your only two options are not your only options. You need to see there is much more than what meets the eyes.” She paused in her sip of the drink and cleared her throat. “You already sent your agents out?”

“Of course I did! I-“

“Good.” She cut him off, Fury raising a brow at her. “Because then you’re two steps ahead of me and the situation. Because that’s what I want. You’ve done well. Now go monitor your agents and the situation and report back to me when they’re home. You might make a fine Director just yet.”

Agent May. Melinda May. Her mother had shortly worked for Shield before being recruited elsewhere, claiming Shield’s life was not for her. If her daughter was anything like her, Peggy knew her hands were full and that was fine with her.

Just the challenge of Agent May was far more challenging then Peggy had imagined. The woman was a fine agent, she was great at combat, never wanted a weapon until she needed it and by then, she’d get it herself. She was great in training, and in just about every area but one.

Espionage. Keeping a low profile. Pretending to be someone else. To keep your head low and level and keep to the situation, until you had no other choice.

“I have not forgotten my spy days,” Peggy told May with a roll of her eyes. “I am still a spy, a codebreaker if you want to add another term to it. What you’re doing….” She waved her hand with a frustrated sound. “You’re awkward. You need to fall into the role easily, at the drop of a hat. You can’t help who you will be working with or what you’ll have to do to survive and get out of the building.”

“Knowing you it was guns blazing,” May smirked, leaning into the opposite wall and pulling her hair up into a bun.

“Don’t believe rumors that you hear,” Peggy mused. “It was not just guns blazing. It was sneaking around my own agents, my own bosses back to get the information we needed, that I needed. I’ve had to dance with many sexist men who loved to squeeze my ass in order to just get out of the building. Did I want to knock some sense into them? Yes, I did but I refrained from doing so.”

May looked at her up and down, chewing on the inside of her lip. She knew her problems in dropping her guard and trusting her partner if she had one. She knew the problem to fall into a role, keep that guard up, but not act if things went wrong. It was a frustrating feeling.

“Let’s go through this one more time?” She asked, causing the Director to rise from her seat and smile. “You sure you should be walking on that broken leg?”

“Don’t you worry about me, Agent. I’ve had much worse. Remind me to tell you about the time I was pierced by a piece of rebar.”

It was another late night for Director Carter. Save for the night crew, she was one of the few remaining people here. Fury had just left a few hours ago, muttering about not hearing from Coulson for a few days now. Last she checked, the man was still on a mission Fury had set him on with a suspected 084 in the Arctic.

Habit caused her to think of Steve and the fallen plane, but she knew better than to give herself false hope. She couldn’t survive on false hope alone.

Her personal phone ringing caused her to jump, frowning at the undisclosed number. No agent had her personal number, so who would be calling her? Frowning, she had no choice but to answer.

“This better be good,” she sighed. “Enough to risk calling my personal number, Agent.”

“Ma’am? Director.” It was Coulson. She could hear the wind-breaking up the man’s words. He had to practically shout in her ear. “I had no choice, ma’am. Too many bugs.” Wherever he moved to, Peggy could hear him a little better. His words started to echo. “We found him.”

Her heart leaped to her throat, but still, she couldn’t allow false hope. “Him who, exactly?” Could it be…

“We found him, ma’am,” Coulson murmured just for her to hear. “We found Steve Rogers. He’s alive.”

#Steggy #Minor Steggy #Steggy Prompt #Nonny Prompt #Peggy Carter Prompt #Director Peggy Carter #Phil Coulson #Maria Hill #Melinda May #Steve Rogers #some ending huh?#this is a HUGE ramble

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gamersgrp1 · 3 years ago

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Diving into MACARTHUR by Bob Ong

Macarthur is a book published by famous author Bob Ong from 2007, this was the author’s first ever work that went for a different path as Bob Ong is known to be a more humorous or comedic type of writer. However, this work went more serious and poked on the lives of the slum community here in the Philippines. The Cover of the book is actually referencing a part in the story with the blurred out red image of a toilet in the background covered by the huge text that says MACARTHUR. The story is about 4 friends being Cryus, Noel, Voltron and Jim. The characters have their own personal struggles throughout the story such as Jim having to take care of family and Cyrus who has to take care of grandpa’s medical bills. The story was fun to read with its funny writing and fun moments but what makes it more deeper is that this pokes much more deeper into the lives of people in the slum. With the 4 characters symbolizing a life of a filipino in the slum. The Philippines is in fact known to be one of the most wholesome countries in the world. But the harsh reality the people have to sweep under the rug is that the country has some massive problems such as poverty.

Bob Ong is known to be a controversial writer amongst the literature community in the Philippines. Although a very famous writer in the country. The true identity is yet to be known to the fans. The way he tackled this specific problem of the Philippines that is poverty is quite special. The story really went deep on how life goes by in the slum. Including youth having to tackle drugs and authorities having a dark side to them. Though the story has some really sad moments. These moments in the real world are not as unique. These sad moments in the story are typical in the slum community due to how lackluster care has been given to this side of the community of the Philippines.

The book delves deep as to how relationships in families are incredibly weak because of poverty. Noel’s family are always at constant fights against each other for some of the smallest reasons whether that be misplacing of valuables or even small misunderstanding. The family at one point in the story even kicked Noel out of the house out of anger, after going through so much though the thing is, Noel was innocent. He didn’t do anything wrong, he was just mentally tired of being the person of blame for everything going wrong in the family. Like when his sister was looking for certain valuables and immediately pointed the finger to Noel without giving him a voice to speak out. Though in the end the family reconciles and reunites with a better and stronger relationship. The way the book described what happened during these parts of the story would touch certain people’s hearts as some families in that community could wish for a better family or a better life as a family. But most of the time it all goes back to poverty.

Not everyone is rich and privileged, not everyone experiences such luxury or any creature comforts, not even everyone gets to eat three meals a day, the Philippines is among the countries that is suffering from such poverty.So much to the point where innocent people would grow desperate to the point of drastic measures. Such an example is Cyrus from the story taking someone’s necklace and swallowing it to hide the evidence just to be able to get money from it, all so to take care of a loved one’s conditions. Such a thing happens in real life as well, and the story just depicts that very well. Considering that the author is the comedic type, the author veering into this area of a sensitive topic is surprising, as it tackled the topic in such a way that more people would be- -aware of the other side of our country’s people, the slums, crime committed due to desperation

It also talked a bit about how sometimes, the government authorities that everyone looks up to and trusts a lot, have a dark side in them as well as how the more fortunate people have an advantage in society. This was shown when Cyrus was being interrogated after being captured by the police for robbing a woman’s piece of jewelry. The lady quickly blamed Cyrus even though they haven’t given him a chance to defend himself just because of his status as being in poverty and immediately got thrown to jail. And then later on in the story, Cyrus was being used by a government figure most likely a cop as a side source of income using Cryus’ ability to be quick and agile, the cop told him to hand all the valuables he stole to him. This then led Cyrus to be so scared whenever a sign is shown that the cop is nearby and awaiting his bonus income, he would swallow way more non edible material than what his body could handle before including a few packets of drugs and even 1 whole ring of a necklace, adding the fact that Cyrus in the story is the youngest out of the four. It's so unfortunate to hear about this because the youth should really be focusing on their education and their future endeavors. But with the lack of money and power, the youth are stuck in a loop of having to strive to just barely survive in life. Since the youth can’t really do much and not get a job because they don’t have an education, they resort to very dark measures to be able to only afford as much as a basic meal you can get in a fast food chain. It’s also sad seeing how the law figures represented in the book are not what you would expect, society places all trust onto them, always praised for, always reliant for, so much that they would take advantage of it and use it for personal use instead of doing what is right.

Lastly, it tested the bond and the trust with people. How far one would go to have their bond to be intact and just how long can their patience last as a relationship. During the story, Noel was the punching bag of his family. Even being innocent, his sister if not always blames him for any personal item of hers going missing even with Noel stating clearly without any lies that he has never seen this item before, their mother Aling Sally has been taking and suppressing all her sorrow and anger over the days of non-stop conflict between family members for even a slight mishap at times. Until one day, his sister Lyla’s watch goes missing, after his mom asking him if he recalls seeing it before, he finally snaps. Out of anger, he rushes downstairs, finds Lyla and finds the nearest plastic chair. And without hesitation, he throws it directly at Lyla after not being able to handle it anymore. The tension rises as soon as he starts rushing towards Lyla to start hitting her, the rest of the family then gets involved. After a short time, it stops, but Noel or anyone in the family wanted to witness what just happened, his younger sister has never seen them being as how they were a few moments ago, the already exhausted father unleashes his anger to Noel after that fight and forces him to move out of the house and as well as pouring continuous negative comments on Noel such as “you are a hopeless person” out of anger. But at the end of the story, after what went on with Cyrus, the family make a mutual agreement and they reconcile again living happily ever after, with the dad even offering him to eat with them. The story really tested everyone’s patience in a relationship and as to how far it can go during tense situations. Oftentimes in reality, it's either they break up and never try to reconcile again, or they would forgive each other, but there is still conflict inside them. Deep down inside, they would probably have something they would like to express to the relationship but with the stabbing thought of the other side of the relationship not being able to accept it and tear down the relationship. How long can your relationship go without being brutally honest to each other? Are you even willing to try and express opinions on the relationship? Is the relationship healthy on both ends? And if so, how would you go about it?

To Conclude, the story dwells deep into the morbid reality of the Philippines’ situation with poverty and how bad it has become these days to the point where even the youth, the new generation of families in there have to deal with these situations early on in their life, leading them into going through dark routes in their lives cycling to the next newer generation and the process repeats for generation to generation. Unless the government finds the time to handle the situation with more care, then the Citizens of the country will have a dark side to sweep under the rug for a long time. To anyone that is interested in looking at the book. It’s a genuinely good book to read, with its writing style and pacing on how it deals with a dark topic that being poverty in the Philippines. It also showed the test of relationships whether that be friends or even family and how far would you go to do what it takes to be satisfied in life during very dire moments in life. With the comedic lines and moments with also this sudden blend of seriousness would honestly become even someone who doesn’t read much an instant favorite even if they don’t read much if they take their time to read it

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Wanderer’s Refuge, chapter 6: Chasing steam

Tobias Walker was a young detective specializing in crimes involving sorcery something for which his own ability, “imbue body”, which he’d honed through a whole youth of specialized training to be able to both take and give massive hits, serving as the “muscle” in any particularly dangerous assignments.

His senior was detective Jameson Williams, an awe-inspiring man, really. Such was his efficiency that he’d never had to interrogate someone for more than 5 minutes, the man was a bulldozer, dispassionately knocking over any resistance. Mr. Williams played chess with words, knowing what someone would do three exchanges ahead, getting them to an emotional and vulnerable state to finish them off with the use of “command mind”.

Jameson’s first suspended investigation was that of the “flying train”, a stain on his reputation but a responsibility he took on with dignity. “It was my mistake,” he had said, “I miscalculated the devil hand’s behavior and the range of steel animation sorcery, but I’ll clean up that mess as soon as we get a new lead.”

A few days ago they’d tracked a burglar with the ability to walk through solid stone and swim through it like water to a seedy bar in a western town, unfortunately, even after a bullet to the thigh, the man had been able to escape through a wall and into an alleyway.

The detectives then traveled to a port town even farther west, where they waited near the boats for… something. Tobias hadn’t been told yet.

“Shame about the stonewalker, right? Didn’t think he had it in him to run with a wound like that.” Walker said, making conversation on the pier.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I’m just testing out a theory, if I’m wrong, he’ll just die from the infection in a few days, the man’s face is known in half the country, really doubt he’ll be able to enter any hospitals without us knowing. But if I’m right, and there’s been someone illegally healing criminals and letting them back out into society, I’d bet after a scare like that our little burglar will want to skip town by sea. I’d quite like to have a chat with that lad about who and where this person could be,” Answered the senior officer.

Sometimes Jameson’s planning scared Tobias, his confidence in his deductions made it hard to gauge how much or how little he cared about the consequences of being wrong. Was he really entirely fine with a man slowly dying from an infection because of a theory he’d like to test? Even if it was a thief, that seemed like a rather callous way to see an avoidable death.

“Oh, see? Found him.” Jameson pointed to a man in his thirties with a cloak and just the barest hint of a limp trying to sneak into a ship that was just about to raise anchor, walking casually towards the ship, all it took was tossing away his cigarette and raising his hand to signal to the sailors they should wait for a moment.

By the time the detectives came close to the ship, the stowaway had laid down on the ship’s deck next to some crates, trying not to call attention. Jameson slowly raised his flintlock pistol and loudly cocked it, saying “would you please stand up sir?”

The cloak, looking more like a rug splayed out on the floor, slowly moved to show the man below it, terrified as he stood up.

“I believe we’ve met before, could I ask you a few questions?” said Jameson, without any effort to hide the satisfaction in his voice.

First comes the realization, then desperation as they realize there’s nowhere to run, which leads to aggression, working with Jameson really made it seem like these things had a hard-set pattern. Before the man in his thirties could swing his fist he’d just turned to stone, Tobias was ready to catch it, pulling him off his feet, then throwing him to the ground and pinning him.

“Well done, Walker.” Officer Williams patted him in the shoulder. “Now then, we both know you, sir, couldn’t have made it this far with a bullet inside your leg,” Jameson put the weight of his foot on top of the leg that had been shot and pointed to the wrappings around the man’s thigh, “and what’s this? Looks like somebody with access to at least some medical equipment treated you, would you like to share something about this person with us?”

“I ain’t a snitch!” The captured burglar spat out, masking fear with anger, all par for the course.

Jameson leaned over, smiling knowingly, “’Imbue stone’, was it? Could make it really hard to safely bring you to jail and hold you there, since at any time you might move through or break chains we put on you. You know, just that is enough grounds for me to make the executive decision to “neutralize” you before you can escape and cause more harm” he leisurely pointed his pistol to the man’s face.

The bearded man reflexively looked away, sweating and dry swallowing, but still not saying anything.

“Tell me who they are and where they live,” officer Williams now commanded, smile dropped for a cold and deadly stare.

Suddenly the burglar spoke in a clear and even tone, “her name is Alexandra Keys, she lives on a beach under a cliff south from here.”

“Very good, was there anyone else with her? Any notable objects we could use to identify the place?”

“There were some kids helping her, one of them was in a wheelchair, they lived in a big train on the sand!”

“Bingo. Well sir, you’ve earned yourself a life in jail for some years, so behave well and you might keep it, Walker, I think we know where we should head next.”

Jameson lit a cigar and smoked it with satisfaction at another job done, while Tobias pulled the man up, cuffed him and started moving him towards the local police station.

So, they’d found the people with the train, strangely enough, Tobias hadn’t heard anyone refer to them as “kids” so far, but in retrospect it seemed undeniable, Lawrence seemed to be the oldest among them and he looked barely eighteen. Finding them was a good thing, right? They were dangerous threats to society and should be taken away, even if they were also three kids and a handsome, red headed young man with a silver tongue and pretty gray eyes… Wait, that part didn’t matter.

#Wanderer's refuge #Original Work #original writing #original story #Magic #steampunk #cops are terrifying #weekly #saturday #tw abuse of power #tw police violence

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zoequeenz · 5 years ago

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Extreme Aggressor (Part 4)

MASTERLIST

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Aaron Hotchner’s POV

“We found out Heather was buying a used car. You know how a car salesman gets us to buy a car? They call it reciprocity.They drop the price and...feels like they’ve done us a favor. We feel obligated. There’s a sudden pressure to reciprocate this one little favor. And it’s so powerful that we’ll...put a deposit down on a car we’re not even sure we really want.” I say pacing in the interrogation room.

“So what?” Slessman quickly replied in an annoyed tone.

“So Vogel did you a favor.”

“He protected you in prison,and now you feel like you owe him and need to protect him. Guys like Vogel learn in the schoolyard which kids to bully and which kids to protect, and he’s got you convinced that you owe him so much that you’ll go to jail for him.”

“Richard...I’m here to remind you of something. You owe him nothing.”

Richard says nothing but looks forward as a smirk grows on his face.

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Elle Greenaway’s POV

“There’s something wrong here. We gotta pull him over. I can feel it.” I say to Gideon while we are following the red Datsun Z.

“You wanna know the word repeated more than any other in your file?” He asks getting my attention.

“Impatient. You wanna stop him, give me a reason.”

“His behavior.” I respond with quickly.

“When we left him, he was nervous, unsettled. But now he’s stopping at every sign. He’s using his blinker at every turn. He’s slowing at yellow lights. This is not someone who is rushing to kill and dump a body.” I explain.

“Okay. Do it.” Gideon says after thinking for a minute.

I turn on the siren and the lights and the red Datsun Z slows to a stop. We get out of the car and draw our guns. We slowly walk towards the car.

“FBI. Put your hands up where we can see them!” I order as Gideon and I approach the car.

“Put your hands through the window now!” I repeat.

“Now!” just as I say that hands come through the window.

“All right, with your left hand I want you to open the car door from the outside.” I instruct. The driver reaches for the handle and opens the door. I move towards him and grab him pulling him out of the car, he falls to the ground.

“Get out!”

The man groans in pain when he hits the ground.

“It’s not him!” I exclaim.

“Where is he?” Where is him?” Gideon asks the man.

“Who?” the man asks.

“Vogel!” I respond.

“I don’t know!” he tells us.

“What are you doin’ driving his car?!” Gideon questions.

“He came up to me in the garage after our shift ended. He asked if he could borrow my truck.” the man explained.

“What kind of truck?”

“He’s dumping the body.” I say.

“What’s the make?”...”WHAT’S THE MAKE?”

“Dodge. Dodge Dakota!” the man tells us.

(DRIVING TO FIND THE TRUCK)

“Gideon Heather’s alive.” Morgan tells Gideon.

“How do you know?” he asks.

“”Cause we’re watching her right now.”

(TIME SKIP)

“Hotch, he’s gonna kill her. He’s heading there now. We need a location.”Gideon tells Hotch.

“I don’t have enough time to get it out of him.” Hotch answers.

“Find something, Hotch, or that girl is dead.”

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We got in and have been watching Heather for about an hour. I was comfortable until Spencer got up and booted me off his lap. We are also still trying to find out where Heather is being held, we don’t know how much time she has left so these few minutes are very crucial.

“Morgan, can you show me the last twelve images lined up next to each other?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah.”

The few images filled up the screen. Spencer must’ve noticed something

“Right there.” Spencer says pointing to the screen.

“You see that?” he asks.

“The light bulb hanging from the wire?”

“Yeah, what about it?” Derek retaliates.

“It’s shifting positions like it’s swaying...like the earth is tilting.” Spencer points out.

“Not the earth,Doc. The ocean.” Derek says leading them to look at each other. Derek then pulls out his phone and calls Hotch.

“She’s on a boat? Where?” Hotch asks.

“It’s a pier or a dock. He wouldn’t be able to transmit the Webcam image from the middle of the ocean.” Derek tells Hotch.

“You’re sure about this.” Hotch questions.

“It’s the best we got, Hotch. Even if we’re right, getting the exact location’s on you, my friend.” Derek tells him.

“What is it you always as Garcia?” Hotch asks.

“To work me a little magic.” Derek responds.

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Aaron Hotchner’s POV

“Just to let you know...Gideon’s talking to Vogel...and Vogel’s nailing you to the wall.” I lie to Slessman.

“Yeah, whatever.” Slessman responds sounding a bit hurt.

“He said it was your idea to keep the girls on a boat.”

“He’s talking, Richard. Reciprocity. Tell me where she is, and we make a deal. Is it a dock? A pier?” I ask finally breaking him.

“It’s a shipyard. Allied Shipyard.” Slessman tells me.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We are still viewing the webcam to make sure that if something happens we are the first to know. When I look back on the screen I notice Vogel there in the room with Heather. I tap Derek on the shoulder and point to the screen to get him to notice the situation at hand.

“Ried, he’s inside.” Derek tells Spency. Spency walks over and stands next to me. Vogel unlocks the cage holding Heather and removes the chain.

“Get Elle on the phone.” Derek commands the both of us. Spency is quick to get his phone out. Then hands it to Derek.

“Listen to me. You need to wait for backup.” Derek says which triggers fear into my mind and I quickly grab Spencer’s hand. He looks at me then puts two and two together.

“If we wait, the girl is dead.” Elle quickly replies.

“And if we had waited in Boston--.” Derek says.

“I can’t. You told me to trust my instincts.” Elle says ending the conversation.

When Derek pauses it causes me more stress. Gideon is like my father and Elle is the only other girl that goes out to the field with me, I don’t normally get this freaked out but usually the unsub’s aren’t cops. Let’s just hope Hotch doesn’t find out this kind of behavior would be bad for the job.

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3RD PERSON POV

Vogel opens the cage door and reaches out to the sleeping Heather.

“Come on.” Vogel mumbles under his breathe. As he pulls the sleeping woman out of the cage by her ankles her foot flies up and kicks him in the face. Heather then gets up in an attempt to run. She hits her head on something due to there being a blindfold on her eyes. Even though there was a delay Heather managed to escape the room she was held captive in. When she makes it to the top deck she trips over something just as Vogel comes up the stairs. Still unable to see a blind Heather crawls in a desperate attempt to get away from her captor. He reaches her and pulls her up roughly. Heather now being able to see and speak cries out.

“Stop!” yells Gideon catching Vogel’s attention.

“Get back!” demands Vogel pointing the gun to the frightened woman’s head. Gideon walks a bit closer but is still a good distance away.

“I’ll shoot her.” Vogel threatens.

“I wouldn’t if I were you, I’d aim the gun at me. You shoot the girl, you got nothing.” Gideon says.

“Get...back.” Vogel warns for the second time.

“Shoot me instead. Come on. What, are you a lousy shot?” Gideon pesters. Gideon lowers the gun to the side and opens his arms.

“Fifty feet away. You got a perfect shot. Shoot me.”

“You think I’m stupid?” Vogel grimly asks.

“I think you’re an absolute moron. I know all about ya, Tim. You’re at the gym five times a week. You drive a flashy car, you stink of cologne, and you can’t get it up. Not even Viagra’s workin’ for ya. You know what that tells me? That tells me that you are hopelessly compensating, and it’s not just in your head. It is physical. What did the girls call you in high school? What’d they come up with when you fumbled your way into some girl’s pants, and she started laughing when she got a good look at just how little you had to offer?” Gideon yet again pestered.

“SHUT UP!” Vogel yelled.

“Short stack? Very little Vogel? I got it. Tiny Tim.” Gideon stated.

Vogel pushed Heather away from him and points the gun at Gideon. Elle shoots and the bullet hits Vogel. Leading Vogel to fire a shot and hit Gideon in the chest. Gideon goes down and slumps. Elle runs over…

“Gideon!”

Elle checks Gideon as Heather gets to her feet and begins to yell and cry.

“I’m fine. Go look after the girl.” Gideon informs Elle. Elle runs over to the distraught girl.

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Persephone Chase’s POV

We get to the crime scene and I see Heather on a gurney. Heather and Gideon share a moment of gratitude, then he walks off. Spencer finds me and we being to walk to who knows where. We walk past Derek and Hotch, they are talking about Gideon.

“So what kind of report do they want on him?” Derek asks.

“I suppose whether he’s fit to be a field agent. You know, Haley and I were looking at a baby names book. Well, guess what Gideon means in Hebrew.” Hotch paused only to be cut off by Spencer.

“Mighty warrior. Appropriate.”

As we walk away I giggle catching Spencer’s attention.

“What is funny?” he asks me.

“I just think that how much of a smartass you are is kinda cute.” I reply.

He looks at me with a faint blush on his face and hugs me. I savor this moment, believe it or not we don’t hug a lot. Not to sure why but we don’t. I want to hug him more often though because his hugs are the best.

(TIME SKIP)

We are now flying home. It seems like everyone is asleep except Hotch, Gideon, and I. I can’t sleep, because I have the head of my genius best friend in my lap. I chose to sit here and he thought my lap would be the best pillow. I don’t mind it though, he looks very cute. His hair is in his face and he looks so innocent. I move his hair to behind his ear to see his face better. His eyelashes flutter a bit from me touching his face. He looks at me and I smile then tell him to go back to sleep. Thank god for the wall next to me and slowly drift off.

“Nietzsche once said, “When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you.

NEXT CHAPTER

#criminal minds #criminal minds series rewrite #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x OC #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid series #best friends with a genius profiler

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Broken Home | Part 2

Warnings: Abused mind

Take care of yourself<3

The backs of her exposed thighs coming in contact with the freezing metal chair made the hairs on her arms stand on edge. Reyna attributed her chills to that instead of the fact that she was sat in an interrogation room with a woman that she had never met before staring at her empathetically. The concrete walls didn't contribute warmth or comfort, neither did the stereotypical one-way mirror that took up the expanse of the wall straight across from her.

The police officer was a woman named Lori. Her brown hair was in tight curls and she had the kindest eyes that Reyna had ever seen on a person. Even with those silvery-blue irises pleading with her, to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, she couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to just come out and admit that the man that she had loved since she was seventeen had been emotionally and physically abusing her for nearly half of that time. It was obvious, but it felt impossible for her to say that Aaron simply acted how he always did.

She didn't seek some false sense of justice because that was how things played out for her. In her eyes, she had swung twice and missed both times. The first swing was her dropping out of university as Aaron wanted to be the one who provided. In her eyes, she could always go back to school, but she could never find another Aaron. It was an ultimatum that seemed simple.

He needed to feel like a man, and if her not having a career was what would make him happy, it was a sacrifice that she was more than willing to make. That same sacrifice made her father and mother's disgruntlement grow until they eventually stopped checking in altogether. She never blamed them for it. They worked relentlessly to provide her with a future that she traded in for a man they didn't believe was worthy of her love. Never would she blame them for having higher hopes for her than domesticity.

The second swing was trying to make him a better man, the man she loved before he became who he was now. It was easy for her to see that through all of her efforts, she still didn't do enough. When the bills were tight, which they always were, her nights were spent across the hall babysitting the neighbor’s kid for money. It wasn't difficult to slip out of his arms at night, his drunken snores never faltered as she shut their bedroom door and crossed the hall. Reyna would hide the bills that they didn't have money for and pay them in secret, him never remembering when things were due made it easy. It was easy for her to lie to herself and say she preferred it like that.

Keeping him distracted was how she tried to combat his stress, but that never worked as he would just get frustrated with her and reach for the Jack on the counter instead of the soft skin on her waist. Reyna tried her best to get him into counseling, but she was never convincing enough to make him actually go. In the beginning, she felt hope in his promise to seek help. She could see it in his eyes that he saw what he was becoming. The drugs reminded him of his father in a way that scared him at first until he eventually found comfort in that familiarity. The two misses made her accept the defeat and take accountability.

In the back of her mind as she recounted those thoughts she was aware of Lori staring at her with the empathetic eyes of a woman who just wanted the truth. The question Reyna had to answer was simple: Who started the fight and why?

That question was met with her silence, her eyes glossed over as she stared at her hands and thought about how she never wanted to end up here. No matter how violent and irrational Aaron got, she would never have gone to the authorities. It made her feel sick seeing him shoved into the back of a police cab with chains around his wrists.

"Honey, I know it's hard to talk about situations like this. We just want to make sure that we have the facts straight. Nothing bad is going to happen to you." Reyna let her brown eyes snap to Lori's. She was sure that they must have been swimming with satirical amusement. Bad things had already happened to her, she wasn't scared for herself. There was only apprehension for Aaron in her mind. "Can I see him?"

The officer let out a breath that was exasperated and melancholic but was perceived by the brown-eyed girl as thoughtful. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Mr. Deming is still very intoxicated and we're having trouble getting him to cooperate."

"I can make him calm down," Reyna spoke quickly and looked into her eyes, pleadingly. "Please just let me see him. Let me talk to him first and I'll give you my statement."

The woman looked at her with a sad resolution, one that made the younger girl's stomach churn in an almost guilty way, before she said that she would speak to some people and see what she could do. Reyna knew her hands were tied. It was an investigation of aggravated assault that everyone knew– they'd have to be daft not to– who was guilty of initiating it.

She had ridden to the station in the back of the last cop car at the scene. They had only left to the station after an ambulance had come to take care of the boy who had helped her and was nearly beaten to a pulp as a consequence. The only battle scars Aaron adorned were the light scratches on his cheek from being pushed against the brick wall.

Lori came back with a small smile on her face, one that she knew was for her benefit. The older woman didn't bother to sit down and she only walked to the table and leaned against it lightly. "They said that you can see him when they finish questioning him a little." Reyna locked her gaze with her and breathed a breath of relief. "Thank you so much."

She needed to see him. It felt like a monster was digging its nails into her heart and squeezing it tighter with every minute that passed. She needed to talk to him because it didn't make her feel good knowing that he was angry and in pain without her. "In the meantime, the other boy arrived only a few minutes ago and finished his statement. He's a lot more cooperative than your frie-."

"He's my boyfriend." Reyna's lips spat out before she could think and she gave Lori an apologetic look immediately after, to which she just smiled halfheartedly, the sad look still in her eyes. "Would you like to speak with Mr. Hood while we wait? It'll be a little while."

Reyna thought about her question. At first, she nearly scoffed at the mention of the boy who was the reason for them being here in the first place. Her wanting to talk with him felt asinine to her, she was too emotionally high strung that she felt almost irritated at the thought of him. The logical part of her took a little too long to kick in, but when it did, she acquiesced. She wanted to ask him why.

The hallways that she was led through matched the cold concrete theme of the room she was just in. The bright lights above that reflected off the gray floor and into her eyes, marking her head throb slightly. It was like every jail in every movie ever, living up to every stereotype. Even a box of doughnuts laid next to the coffee and snacks in the breakroom they passed by.

The room that Hood, it dawned on her that she didn't know his first name yet, didn't surprise her when it was identical to hers. Even the frigid cold that hit her when she stepped inside of it was the same, making her hair stand on end. The boy was sat in the metal chair and had his head leaned back, his eyes were closed, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. When the door opened he looked at her with an unreadable expression and, upon seeing his face in the light, she let out a breath and her jaw fell open.

It was adorned with butterfly bandages over a particularly deep cut on his brow bone, not deep enough to need stitches, but too deep to just leave it be. The white bandages contrasted the dark purple and maroon red bruising that formed across his cheeks and his left eye. Seeing him made the feeling of sickness come back up again. She was absolutely speechless, drinking him in. "I'll come and check on you two in five minutes."

It was a kind sentiment, but both of the people left in the room knew there would be people listening on the other side of the two-way mirror. The door shut and the silence that followed was deafening. Neither of them spoke as they just stared at each other. Her eyes swam with shock and worry while he held a curiosity that she hadn't ever seen before.

"I'm sorry." Finally tearing her eyes away from his face and forcing them to look at the ground, she walked to the chair opposite of him and sat down. When her eyes met him again, he had his eyebrows furrowed. "What do you have to be sorry for?"

He had an accent that she hadn't noticed before and it intrigued her as to why a boy all the way from Australia was at the Clubs. She didn't ask though and replied quietly. "For everything. For getting you stuck in jail at 2 in the morning and for your–well…"

"My face that looks like tenderized steak?" He joked, but it failed to bring any humor out of her as she continued to gawk at his injuries with guilt. "Trust me. Out of everyone, you're the last one who needs to be apologizing."

A look of incredulity spread across her tired face. "Have you seen yourself? None of this would have happened if it wasn't for me and I'm so goddamn sorry."

"You didn't start any of what happened. I wish I could give you credit for this number babe, but that goes to your boyfriend." He had a playful smirk on his face as he tried to make light of the situation. His valiant effort was admirable, but it was wasted on her. "Don't call me babe."

"What else am I supposed to call you?" He questioned softly. The tone in his voice took her by surprise with its comforting inflection. He didn't want to fight with her, and that attempt to not escalate and aggravate her any further wasn't something she was used to. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

Her apology formed a frown that etched itself between his eyebrows and he leaned forward in his chair with his fingers laced together on the table in front of him. "You don't have to apologize, I understand that you're going through something right now. I'm Calum." He spoke so easily that it could put her mind at ease if she let it. Of course, she wouldn't.

"Reyna." She held her hand out to him and the small smile was brought back to his face as he shook it, holding her gaze warmly. They lingered for a moment, her pulling away first and clearing her throat awkwardly and looking back at her chipped nail polish from the 99 cent store. "Reyna, why were you at the club? You didn't seem like you wanted to be there."

The way his voice spoke her name made a warmth run through her body. "We go there every weekend so he can unwind." She answered easily. "Why did you follow us into the alleyway?"

It was a question she had been asking herself since it happened and it had her head reeling. "I saw you earlier in the night and you looked... uncomfortable. I looked over when his hand– and you pushed him off and left the table. The look in his eyes when he watched you leave and how he ran after you would've made any person worried."

It embarrassed her that he saw their entire exchange. A stranger watching her boyfriend force his hand up her skirt made her cheeks turn pink in mortification, even though she knew that wasn't the largest take-away from his explanation. "Any person wouldn't have followed us outside, though. Why did you involve yourself in something that didn't concern you?"

Calum inhaled deeply through his busted lips and straightened his back before replying easily. "I have a sister and a mother. The thought of a man treating them the way your boyfriend was treating you makes me feel sick to my stomach. You looked so scared, and no one could have stopped me from following you out that door to at least see if you were alright. And you weren't."

His admittance and his reasoning left her in awe. She swallowed thickly and looked at her lap, fiddling with the ring on her index finger. Her heart was beating a thousand beats per minute in her throat as she processed what he had said. This complete stranger cared about her wellbeing because he cared about people and that brought a feeling into her heart that she couldn't explain. It also brought tears to her eyes. "Fucking hell."

She covered her face with her hands as more tears grew in her eyes. In one word, the feeling she felt was overwhelmed. Exhaustion and worry made her mind chatter with 'what ifs' and she just desperately wanted everything to stop. She wanted to breathe, and Calum's admittance that her relationship was obviously toxic just by a few glances from across a dance floor made her tears fall harder. Not knowing why she always looked the other way when he would throw words like daggers at her, Reyna wanted him to change. The love she had for Aaron left her so vulnerable that standing up for herself against him wasn't an option. She wanted to stand with him, and if that meant against herself, then so be it.

The hand that was suddenly placed comfortingly on her shoulder startled her and she pried her eyes open to see the curly-haired boy standing over her. "Come here," he whispered softly and tugged her hand so she was standing before he wrapped his arms around her. Her muscles hardened under the foreign feeling of someone who wasn't her boyfriend embracing her, although it would have been foreign if it had been Aaron too.

It took what seemed like minutes for her to melt slightly under Calum's hold. He was relentless and his embrace that stayed around her until she accepted it made her heart wrench even more. It wasn't demanding in any way, only an affection that let her know that she could be vulnerable in front of him. Affection was something that she hadn't had in over a year. She had forgotten what it felt like to just be held, comforted in the way she desperately needed.

Her arms wound around his muscular back and she sobbed loudly into his chest. The tears that stained his shirt celebrated in waves that wracked her body. She never allowed herself to cry over the things that happened to her and Calum was forced to bear witness to the flood that finally broke free onto his dress shirt.

"I'm sorry." She sobbed again and her arms wrapped around him tighter. "I know you don't want me to apologize, but I have to because he won't. He's gotten violent before, but never that bad. Never to someone we didn't know."

His hands rubbed up and down her back rhythmically in an attempt to soothe her. It worked as she felt the goosebumps deflate under his warm fingers. "It's okay, Reyna. You're safe and you're going to get the justice you deserve."

Like a bucket of cold water was poured over her, his words instantly made her tense and she pulled away from him. The cold that hung in the air wrapped itself around her again as she looked up at him with wide eyes. "You can't press charges."

"What do you mean?" He was looking at her quizzically as if he genuinely couldn't comprehend what she had said. She knew it was confusing because it confused her. There was a part of her that wanted to get Aaron out of her life, but a much stronger part of her felt like she couldn't live without him. "You can't do that. Please. I need him, Calum."

"Listen, I know it's hard to be in a situation like this, but he can't just walk away from thi-" He didn't understand and he never would. That was okay with her because he didn't have to. He didn't need to try and make sense of the absurdity of it all, nor did he need to be some knight in shining armor that would pull her out of her mess. "You don't understand. I don't have a job and I can't get one quick enough to pay the bills. He's literally all I have, Calum. No one else."

Saying it out loud sounded insane to her. It wasn't lost on her that Aaron put her into this position. He constructed walls around her in the form of a cage that only he had a key to. He had her exactly where he wanted her, and she soon learned to find comfort in it. Over-dependency always irked her when she was younger and she found it ridiculous that people could be comfortable in entirely relying on their significant other. Aaron held a flame in his hand and she was scared of fire. He easily backed her into that corner and, before she could even realize it, her independence was stripped away. The thought of having it back terrified her. "Reyna…"

"No, Calum. I appreciate what you did for me and you'll never have any idea how grateful I am for it. I just need you– I'm begging you– to let this go." Salty tears rolled down her face and he peered down at her with the softest eyes she had ever seen. He wasn't pitying her and she could see that as he breathed out a sigh and bit his lower lip.

With his lower lip tucked in between his teeth, he looked away from her and ran his hand through his tangled black curls. She watched his back wearily, gauging his reaction as the muscles tensed against the fabric of his shirt. He paced back and forth, torturing her as she anticipated his reply. "I can't."

"What?" She breathed. When he turned to her the answer to her question was clear by the remorse in his chiseled and bruised features. He neared her and placed his arms on her shoulders. "I can't do that. I know that where he has you feels permanent, but he doesn't just get to walk away from what he did. I'm not just talking about what he did to me, mostly to you."

"He hasn't done anything to me!" She lied in denial. The disbelief that danced across Calum's face let her know that he saw right through the lie and that he didn't believe a word of it. "It's just the way he is. He gets angry sometimes and I just have to wait until he calms down."

"Reyna, him being that way just because he has always been is bullshit and you know that. I don't know you very well– at all actually– but when I saw you tonight in the bar I saw a girl who knew she deserved better." Her teary brown eyes looked into his that were filled with frustration and a fit of anger that, for the first time in years, she wasn't afraid of because it didn't feel directed at her. "That's why you didn't let him touch you the way he wanted."

It was true and even she, blind as can be, could see that. Aaron didn't give her the life he promised her when she was nineteen and stupid enough to believe that blindly following the boy she was certain was her soulmate was the only option that ended with her being happy. Happiness had once been Aaron. Any future with him in it was the one she wanted, but never did she account for what would happen if the Aaron she loved didn't exist anymore. He was a shell of a broken man, too far gone for her to help. She knew that in the back of her mind, somewhere hidden in the attic behind dusty boxes filled with her forgotten aspirations, memories with him that were good. They were good at one point.

That point was long gone, though. Any trace of the life she had envisioned with him was gone, but she couldn't accept it. Somewhere beneath all the rubble was the man she loved and she wanted to find him and pull him out, only failing to account for the fact that she only loved an idea and not an actual man. "Why didn't you fight back?"

The boy with curly hair, a cracked lip, a face coated in bruises, and a white shirt, that surprisingly had no blood on it, looked at her with comforting dark brown eyes. It overwhelmed her, how much light she saw in them. His hands that planted on her shoulders softly were warming and soothing. "I'm not a violent person to begin with and I wasn't going to do that in front of you."

He bit his lip and winced slightly as it stung his cut. The white light that washed over him made him look pale and she could see the bags under his eyes. It must have been nearing 4 in the morning by then and it was showing on his tired face. She was certain it was even more apparent in hers. His words made her heart pound in her chest with a sense of adoration that she ignored.

The metal door opened and scratched the floor loudly as Lori stepped through with the soft smile that never seemed to leave her face. Reyna watched her take in her and Calum, the space that situated itself between them was only slight and Calum's large hands were still situated on her small shoulders. "Mr. Deming has given his statement and you can see him now." Reyna nodded vigorously and sniffled, pressing the backs of her hands into her eyes to wipe the tears that had yet to fall. Looking at Calum, she smiled at him softly. "I'm sorry again, Calum. I really am."

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His hands sat on splayed on the cool metal table with cuffs still around his wrists. The skin that poked out from beneath the metal was red and rubbed raw from his relentless drunken struggling, the alcohol undoubtedly numbing him from the pain. The sunken green eyes that stared at her were a stranger's, but the face was still Aaron's and that gave her comfort. "Have you given your statement yet?"

The iciness that laced his voice chilled her heart and the erratic twitching he exhibited made her anxious. "Not yet. I'm set to give mine after Calum's."

"Calum?" He scoffed and looked away from her to glare at the wall. His eyes leaving her nervous frame allowed her to take a deep breath from the break of his cold gaze. "Is that the little pussy's name?"

She winced at his insult and stayed silent. Reyna knew that any reply she gave would be sadly insufficient to him. "What, are you guys best friends now? Are you gonna make him miserable too?"

His head turned to look at her and she looked at her hands before he could meet her gaze. Aaron's words stung her, but she knew what she was walking into when the metal door opened. Of course, he was going to be angry and would need to get it out. "You know I wouldn't-"

"Do I? From your behavior last night, it seems that I don't know you that well at all, doesn't it."

"I'm on your side, Aaron," Reyna spoke softly. She watched his jaw clench and unclench along with his fist before he released a sigh and flattened his palms on the table. His gaze softened like clockwork. "I know, baby. I'm just tired, and after you tell them that he started it we can go home."

He seemed sincere and genuine like he was capable of apologizing without actually uttering 'I'm sorry'. It seemed as though he hadn't thought it out though, as all of the evidence pointed toward him. Reyna would've believed him and she desperately wanted to, but she knew him. She knew that his tone softening and the use of the pet name that made her cringe was because of the police officers standing outside of the room and watching from the transparent side of the glass. "Aaron…"

When her voice trailed off softly he sighed and stood up. It surprised her when he came to her side of the table and fell to his knees in front of her, taking her face gently in his hands and looking deeply into her eyes. "I'll love you until the day I die, remember?"

It had been months since he touched her so tenderly and it had her heart pounding in her chest. His confession had her speechless and she stared at him, mulling his words over in her mind. His fingers were rough against her cheeks and she wanted to pull back, but she stayed where she was and stared at him. His gaze was soft but held a warning in them that she didn't miss. As he pulled her head down and placed his lips to her forehead, she gripped his wrist and closed her eyes as tears stung them. "I remember. I love you too. So fucking much."

Reyna's voice was but a whimper and when she opened her eyes and looked at him once again, he only held a look of victory. The initial softness was gone as if he couldn't be bothered to keep up the act. He always said that he would love her until the day he died and she believed him. Every fiber of her being believed him because of how much she loved him. She was anything but dishonest. Reyna wasn't dumb either. Only sadly in love with the shell of the boy in front of her, she knew that the Aaron she loved was already dead. That much was clear by the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face, the one that was so foreign she wouldn't have been able to recognize it out of a line-up

#calum hood imagine #calum hood #5sos #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #5sos fandom

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fandom-necromancer · 5 years ago

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712. Can you see the potential murder in my eyes?

This was prompted by the amazing @smolandangry001! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 (Warnings: mentioned past injury(shooting), threatening someone to confess, loss of self-control)

The human can handle himself, Nines had thought. He survived on the force for longer than I’m alive, he had thought. He wouldn’t be able to help him on one of his old cases, he had told himself as Gavin was asked to assist on a red-ice-bust. They weren’t really active in narcotics anymore, human-android crimes and homicides on the rise since the revolution, but Gavin had risen to his current status in that unit, had proved to be a remarkably able detective and showed his sharp mind again and again. So when a dealer that had vanished from the radar years ago reappeared, his old colleagues had requested Gavin back on the team. One of the few unsolved cases in his career, he had been all too eager to jump back onto it.

And now Nines saw the reconstructed ballistics. Several officers marked on a piece of paper, two letters and an abbreviated title to represent a whole person. Det. G.R. under them. Nines had immediately hurried for the hospital as he had gotten the message of Gavin being shot. It was nothing fatal, he thanked RA9 and every other human god for it, although he never had a religious awakening like other androids.

Because it could have been fatal. Just a slightly different angle. Just a little jerk of the wrist, maybe not even intended. A stray bullet ricocheting from a wall. So little was needed to end a human life, so fragile were their organic tissues. A body too complex to ever be replicated by man and all it needed was a little high-speed sphere. Gavin could have died. And he hadn’t been there. He wouldn’t have been able to do anything. It was that moment he had sworn to never let his partner alone again. No matter what Fowler ordered, no matter how unlikely it was for him to get hurt, he would be there.

He appeared calm on the outside, but the turmoil inside was only confined by sheer will and self-control. It was a boiling rage, an itch in his soldier-protocols. Every defence, every attack – armed and unarmed – was cycled through, readied to activate at just the slightest provocation. And it really just was bad timing that his co-workers had just now decided to bring their suspect into an interrogation room. He immediately stood, his legs shoving back the chair with a noise that disturbed the relative silence in the bullpen and gathered most attention on his person. Then he marched towards the officers handling the man. The shooter. The one that had hurt his human, his partner, Gavin, HIS-

‘I will interrogate him.’ It was spoken with resolute confidence. It allowed no discussion and still these utter fools dared to talk back. ‘I know you are personally invested, Detective, but it is our case. We can’t let you.’ ‘This wasn’t an offer’, Nines said calmly, holding his cold rage in short reigns. All the effort he had put into softening his features, into modelling a smile for his face and into making himself less threatening and more gentle, was lost now. He went from the included android that had deviated and learned how to be more human and love, back to the cold-hearted machine, the deviant-hunter, the killer in milliseconds. He suddenly radiated the coldness of the icy tundra he had been built for initially. And apparently the two men realised just how close the android was to murder, because they sank into their uniforms and took a step back, hurriedly nodding. ‘We’ll bring him in for you, sir!’

Nines stood in front of the table the criminal was chained to. He knew he had to stay calm if he wanted to get a confession - and more importantly to keep the officers that watched through the mirror from interfering. But he couldn't fake it good enough to sit down. In fact, it was the hardest task he had ever faced not to strangle the man with his own two hands, seeing him gulp for air that wouldn't come, see the realisation set in and the eyes slowly falling shut, the- 'So you gonna ask your questions?' The criminal tried to sound bored, just as much a charade as Nines' outer appearance. 'Or you gonna waste ma damn time?' Nines fixed the man with a death glare he didn't pick up. 'I would appreciate you confessing your crimes now', Nines hissed out between clenched teeth. 'Nah, not gonna confess shit. Didn't do anything.' He made it a game staring at the mirror picking his teeth. But Nines saw just how much his hands were shaking. Guilty fucking asshole daring to lay a hand on-

Nines' synthetic nails screeched on the metal table as he balled his hands to fists and the criminal jumped, looking the android in the eye. And maybe this was the first “oh shit“ moment, because he could sense movement behind the mirror. Nines ignored them, wirelessly hacking the door to simulate an emergency lockdown. 'So, you're not confessing, hmm?' He stood up to his full height and stared down on the idiot. 'As I said, I would appreciate it if you confessed now. And believe me, a few minutes from now you wished you had.’ He walked around the table and manoeuvred himself behind the man, creeping up from where he couldn't see him, a stray line of programming that made him the perfect hunter. 'Then let me tell you what we know. Semi-automatic. Luger pistol. 9mm. Three shots fired, one hit, officer wounded in hospital.’

‘Ah, come on, the asshole had it coming. Shouldn’t disturb other people’s businesses next time.’ Nines slammed his fist against the wall not to hit the criminal and it was an immense satisfaction that he jerked in his chair again. More to keep the perp safe, he repositioned himself in front of him again, table a neutral zone between them. Then he leaned on it heavily and fixed him with a deadly stare. ‘This asshole is my partner’, he announced and let it sink in for effect. ‘Just so you know.’ He continued his pace around the table and slammed his arm down on it again, only inches from where the perp was handcuffed. Nines couldn’t suppress his cold fury any longer and it seeped into his voice as he pressed: ‘Can you see the potential murder in my eyes? Can you? You hurt my human. You could have killed him.’ He banged on the table again and the criminal was shivering now, fear evident on his face. That cold-hearted bastard that had shot at police and dealt drugs to countless humans, making them dependent and then used them as his minions, was terrified. And Nines couldn’t put in words how much he enjoyed that fact. ‘Oh, believe me, you better confess. Otherwise I’m-‘ There was banging at the door and Nines rolled his eyes. That would be a disciplinary for sure.

In any case it added to the criminal’s panic. The shivering got worse and it only needed one more stare by him to break. ‘Fine, fine, I’ll confess! I did it, yes, I did it all! Please, fuck!’ Nines grinned and patted down the folds in his clothes. ‘Ah, that’s good to hear.’ He took a deep breath, knowing very well that this statement alone would get him straight into jail for a long time. ‘And remember: No one hurts my partner and gets away from it, so you better pray he recovers fast, asshole.’ Then he walked to the door that unlocked as soon as he touched the handle. Outside there stood several seriously worried officers that looked at him no less afraid than the perp. But Nines had long switched back to his more socially acceptable appearance and smiled at them. ‘The suspect’s all yours, no harm done.’ No one dared to say anything. ‘And a confession after less than five minutes! I think that’s a new record, wouldn’t you think?’

Before anyone could pin him on the locked door and his less than professional demeanour, he walked away, whistling a happy tune. Time to visit Gavin in the hospital and tell him of his most recent success.

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #Nines: If it wasn't for the laws of this land I would have slaughtered you!

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2-fandom-2-furious · 5 years ago

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A/N: BFU Reader-insert. Detective!AU, and the reader is a murderer.

TW: Some violence, but nothing major. Read on AO3

The office was cold and bland, the lighting poor. You faced what you knew was a two-way mirror, wondering if the officers who would interrogate you were on the other side, or off finishing up other business. You doubt anyone particularly cared how long you were left waiting. You checked your reflection, wishing your hands weren’t cuffed to the cheap table so you could at least work on making your hair look more presentable. It’s important to look your best at a reunion.

You jerked your head to face the door at the sound of the hinges creaking, throwing up a smirk and leaning back in your chair.

“Well hey, look who finally decided to show up! I was starting to think you guys chickened out or something; bribed Detective Lim to interrogate me instead.” You fiddled with the chain of your handcuffs, biting your lip in a poor attempt to hold back your grin.

In walked an easily identifiable figure. Short, but almost scarily buff, was Detective Bergara. His dark hair was tousled and messy, his suit askew, and the bags under his eyes were almost as big as the body bags you so frequently used.

“Boy, little Mr. B, you’re looking tired. Been losing sleep over something?” the grin continued to pull at your lips when you saw the man’s eye twitch. But to your surprise, a familiar smile greeted you. He placed down a mug of coffee on the table, his eyes twinkling with levity despite the clear exhaustion they showed.

“Didn’t think we’d be seeing you again for a while. Mind telling me your trick?” his weariness most certainly rang true in his voice. How he was still awake, you didn’t know.

“Ahh, you mean that little prison escapade. C’mon, you didn’t really think that old cell could hold me for long, did you?” you winked, and clicked your tongue for good measure.

The detective sighed, his face tugged down into a tight frown. Though, you weren’t too convinced of his anger.

“You want something to drink?” he asked gruffly, nodding towards a smaller table up against the wall. A water cooler and some paper cups rested on top, and you were tempted to say yes, your throat dry and scratchy from your hours spent untended and alone in the interrogation room, before the door creaked on its hinges yet again, and a newcomer entered.

Another familiar face, you’d come to find. Officer Madej, Ryan’s partner in crime. Or, just the opposite. His partner in stopping crime.

“Ay, the gang’s all here!” you cheered.

Officer Madej looked unamused, pulling out a chair for Bergara to sit in and handing him a manila folder, a few thinner, emptier folders in his other hand. He looked determined and businesslike. This wouldn’t do.

“Leggy, long time no see! Gosh, what’s it been, three months? I must say, you-”

You stopped dead, more out of shock than by choice. You blinked. Once. Twice.

You could feel a handprint forming on your cheek from the swift slap the officer had just delivered, and fleetingly attempted to lift a hand to touch it, before the metallic jingling at your wrist reminded you of your current predicament.

Detective Bergara broke the brief, but tense silence.

“Jesus, Shane-!”

“Nice to see you too, pal.” You resisted the urge to spit on the table, and instead sat up to better look the officer in the face.

“Talk.” The papers Officer Madej had been holding hit the table with a muffled thwap!, and you swallowed.

“What do you want me to say?” you gave a shaky attempt at a smirk, but you could tell by his narrowed eyes that Madej wasn’t entertained. “I’m not telling you how I got out of jail, if that’s what you’re looking for, so you can check that off your list.”

Shane huffed, and you flashed a quick glance over to Bergara, who seemed rattled.

“Ry, go to my office and grab the blue folder on my desk. I forgot it before heading over here, my mistake.” The officer’s eyes didn’t leave your face for a second. Ryan swallowed, but nodded and obeyed, leaving you alone with his partner.

“Go ahead then. Have at me, beast!” you spat, facing him dead on, though you had to crane your neck to make eye contact.

His fist made contact with your cheek, and you felt your jaw click. In a second, you were sprawled on your side on the floor, your chair toppled backwards from the force of the punch, and your handcuffs restraining you from going with it with a jolt strong enough to pull a yelp from you.

On the other side of the table, you could see him shaking his hand, his knuckles a stark pink contrast to his pale skin. Your breathing was wobbly, and your eyes were leaking tears, but your mouth remained closed. You caught his eyes, silent and defiant, and he grumbled under his breath before turning his back to you.

The door opened, a few inches at a time, and Detective Bergara reentered the room, folder in hand.

“Jesus Christ! What happened?! Shane, you can’t just slap people aroun-”

“They’re a murderer! A killer! I’ll slap them all I like, then I’ll put them back and jail, and slap em’ again a few months later! They aren’t gonna talk? Fine. But I’m not gonna sit here while they give us that smug attitude!” Madej slammed his fist down on the table, before jerking his hand back, wincing in pain.

Ryan stepped forward, hands held placatingly in front of himself, and stood between you and officer Madej, pushing the table out of his way.

“Alright. Let’s all just… settle down. Avoid slapping murderers, yeah?”

Shane huffed, running his non-injured hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“Yeah, you’re acting like a total Shaniac.” You began to grin again, though it only encased half of your face, looking a bit lopsided. Shane was done slapping you around; you were most likely safe with Ryan here.

The two men exchanged a brief, unamused look, before turning back to you.

“Come on, that was a good one and you know it.”

Silence.

“Look, I can feel my face swelling and bruising. Appreciate that I'm being humorous.”

More silence.

You began to wonder if the novelty of this cat and mouse game was wearing off. You commit a crime and run, they catch you, you get away, repeat. You'd always found great amusement in it, especially getting caught and having these little interrogation sessions with the boys, but things seemed different this time around. More business. More frustration.

Shane stepped forward, the sound of his boots on the tile echoing in the complete silence of the room.

Before thinking about it, you jerked back. The jingling of your handcuffs quickly reminding you that there was nowhere for you to go. Desperately, you sent a panicked glimpse at Ryan, who caught your gaze and planted a hand on Officer Madej's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

“Relax. I'm done hitting them. For now.”

Officer Madej- no, Shane, hunched over awkwardly to offer you a hand to help right yourself, which you gladly took. Even once you were standing, he towered over you, a good six and half feet, was your estimate.

Once you were standing properly, Shane picked up the cheap and uncomfortable chair from where it lay on its side, and replaced it by the table. He gestured to it quickly, silently indicating that you should sit, then circled back around to the other side of the table. Ryan followed, grabbing his rapidly cooling cup of coffee and taking a gulp.

You watched them with an attentive eye, wary of Shane’s newly developed temper.

“Talk to us.” Ryan commanded. His tone was steely and unwavering, though one look into his eyes told you he was far more concerned, or even pitying, than he was angry.

Pity was worse than anger.

“Well, uh. I’m out of prison, if you didn’t hear.” You began. You cursed your inability to take anything seriously. Here you were, in an interrogation room with two professionals, who clearly had no problem slapping you around for information, and you were making snarky comments. If you were Shane, you would’ve hit yourself much sooner. The man was patient, you’d give him that.

“Mind telling us how you pulled that off?” Ryan began tapping his pen on that thick manila case file of his. Shane steepled his fingers, staring at you intently.

You heaved a sigh, wishing you had a joke that could push the seriousness of all of this away. Sure, you’d killed a few people. Did a bit of stabbing, stole some government information and maybe some jelly beans here and there. But that didn’t mean you were a criminal. Sometimes things just happen.

“I mean, you’ve seen movies, right? Some plastic spoons, a bit of time, and I was home free.”

Ryan took another sip of his coffee, and you took note of the way he wrinkled his nose in distaste; it was most likely lukewarm at this point.

“How I got out isn’t important, alright? The point is, I did it. And if you put me back in, just know I’ve got plenty more escape methods I’d like to put to the test.” You puffed your chest out, daring either of them to argue. They didn’t.

“Ok. So, we won’t talk about your prison break then. How about we talk about Vanessa ‘Nessie’ Loch?” Ryan smoothly slid a photo and a few newspaper clippings across the table to you, carefully avoiding touching your hand. You wanted to scoff at him; he knew very well that you were no threat to him by now.

“Ah, yeah. Her.” You found sudden interest in the fake-marble tile. White and black, an interesting choice to go with brick walls.

“Let’s cut to the chase, chop-chop, huh?” Ryan crossed his arms, and Shane gazed expectantly at you.

You found yourself seriously wishing you’d taken Ryan up on his offer for water earlier, your throat was dry and uncomfortable. Come to think of it, the whole room felt dry and uncomfortable.

“If I said I didn’t kill her, would you believe me?”

Their matching cocked eyebrows and unimpressed looks told you the answer was a flat ‘no’.

“Look, ok, I was having a rough day. I go into the store lookin’ for some Pop-Tarts, and this lady’s got the last pack of them! What else was I supposed to do?”

Quite literally anything else, your useless hindsight supplied.

“Alright. Well, looks like that case is solved.” Shane leaned over to scribble something brief on one of Ryan’s notes, then reached into his own folder and retrieved more clippings and pictures.

“How about Eric Daly? Did he buy the last of the pizza rolls?”

You prepared a quick rebuttal, something about how impressive it was that Shane managed to fit his whole humongous head all the way up his ass, when you stopped dead. You didn’t recognize the man in the photos he’d presented.

“For all I know, he might have. I’ve never seen that guy before in my life.”

Shane growled under his breath.

“Come on now, It’s a little late to be playing dumb. If you can admit to one murder, you can admit to another. You’re already going to prison for life, I doubt your seventh murder will make that much of a difference.”

Ryan’s eyes darted between you and Officer Madej, dark and curious. You held your ground.

“I’m being serious! I’m quite proud of my work, thank you, and I’m a bit insulted you think this was me.” You snatched one of the evidential photos from Shane’s grasp.

The body was covered in scattered and messy stabs, though they looked more like tears. He was fully clothed and blood-soaked, most likely dropped off at a random spot in a fit of panic on the actual murderer’s behalf.

“Look at this! This is like an amateur's work, but shittier!” You slapped the picture back down on the table, reveling in the way both Shane and Ryan jolted at the smack! that resonated through the room.

“Alright, ok. So what, then? We have a different killer to handle?” Ryan asked, more to himself than you or his partner, though the both of you replied anyway.

“Looks like it, yeah.”

“We can’t take another murderer, we already have to chase this one around constantly!”

You chose to believe that was the shock talking.

“This is a pretty small town. You're the only murderer we've ever had to deal with, and you're easy to catch. It's keeping you contained that's hard. But we don’t know how to actually catch a killer! Especially not when we already have one to deal with!” Ryan babbled.

You watched with interest as the detective tugged at his hair and paced the room, looking frazzled.

Officer Madej remained still, though you could sense his unease. His posture was unusually stiff, and his fingers were idly tapping against his leg. The tall man's brown eyes shifted around the room, following his partner's erratic pacing.

You cleared your throat after a moment, allowing both men a second to turn to you, before making a proposal.

“What you boys need, is someone who thinks like a killer, no? Someone with, say, experience?”

Ryan squinted at you, the corner of his mouth turning down.

“What are you playing at?”

“What do you think?”

Oh, how you wished you weren't restrained to this ridiculous desk. You could have so much more fun with this if you could move around just a bit more. It's hard to feel suave and persuasive when you're stuck looking up at your captors from a cheap plastic chair. You pictured yourself grabbing Detective Bergara's ridiculous tie and holding him by it; seeing the easy-to-earn terror in his eyes as you 'convince’ him to let you go free (read: blackmail and threaten him). You channelled the image of yourself trapping these boys in their own interrogation room, played it out in your head. With a deep breath, you mulled over your next words.

“Look, you've got a first-time murderer on your hands. I can tell just by the one picture you showed me. But I'll bet whoever your killer is got a rush from it. I bet it won't be long until it happens again. You need someone who thinks like a killer. Who is a killer. And you don't have too many options. What do you say yours truly gives you a hand? In exchange, oops! I somehow get ahold of the key to these here cuffs.” You shook your wrist a bit, allowing the quiet metallic jingling to accentuate your offer.

Madej opened his mouth, his expression clearly showcasing his plan to condemn your idea. Luckily, Ryan spoke first.

“What, so you expect us to trust you? Just haul you along with us when we investigate? Let you sniff out the murderer like some sort of bloodhound?” Ryan’s tone was incredulous. He threw his arms up in a gesture of frustration and exaggerated sarcasm. “We have actual search dogs for that! You just want us to let you loose. I’m not stupid!”

This time around, Shane was the one looking concerned, while Ryan freaked out. You wondered briefly if he’d hit you too. You weren’t sure you could survive a blow from an arm like his.

“I’m not saying I want to put my nose to the ground and track the killer’s fuckin’ blood scent, Jesus! I’m saying that if anyone would know a murderer's way of thinking, it would be me. Contrary to popular belief, my first kill was an accident. It seems like the same goes for this person. If you guys want to catch them, my help and experience couldn't hurt.”

Ryan rolled his eyes, his expression hardening further.

“Except for the fact that it could hurt, because you're a killer, and walking you around town like a pet on a leash is gonna wind up with either you escaping, or you killing us, then escaping.”

You tried not to recoil at the severe glint in the man's eyes. Yeah, alright, I deserved that.

You looked up at the detective, attempting to appear more remorseful and less like a kicked puppy.

“You really think I’d kill you guys? Pssh, come on!” you did a good job of concealing the offense you’d taken at his words. “If I wanted to kill you two, I would’ve by now. I was just having fun, none of us have gotten hurt.”

“Yet.” Shane pointed the nib of his pen at you, his tone even.

“Alright, fair. But do you guys really- I mean, you actually think I would hurt you guys?”

“You’re the most notorious killer in the country right now, I’d say some caution here is fair.”

You rested your elbow against the table, and your face against your hand, and looked up at Ryan. You’d always been careful to avoid harming or threatening the boys; you enjoyed toying with them, sure, but they’d done nothing to deserve harm. It was a bit hurtful that they didn’t trust you even a little.

But, they weren’t lying about the whole ‘most notorious killer in the country’ thing.

“I only kill people who deserve it. You guys are like my friends, in a weird, not-really sort of way. I swear, I don’t want to kill or hurt you. I’m not gonna comment on the escaping part, though.” You winked.

You paused for a moment to examine the boys. You quickly noticed they’d loosened up since they had first entered the interrogation room, something you allowed yourself to take a brief moment of pride in. Most killers only managed to stress their interrogators out more; they played with their minds, drove them nuts. You had put them at ease.

“I doubt your ‘help’ would be worth the risk of losing this town’s most dangerous citizen.” You could just tell that Ryan was beginning to sway. His voice held less conviction than it had before, and his eyes seemed a bit unfocused. He wasn’t sure. You moved in for the metaphorical kill.

“Well, firstly, I’m flattered you think of me as the most dangerous citizen, but I really think that award should go to old man Harlot. Have you seen that man drive? He’s probably killed 80% of our local wildlife.” You flashed both men your signature smirk, wanting to jump for joy when you heard Ryan’s muffled chuckle. He feigned wiping his nose to cover his smile. “Second, I can guarantee you’ll have your killer behind bars sooner than you ever could without me. And, whether you accept my help or not, you both know I’m gonna slip out of your grasp one way or another anyway. Might as well get something out of it, yeah?”

You cocked an eyebrow, another rush of pride jolting through you when Ryan playfully rolled his eyes. Yes! Damn, I’m good!

Shane looked significantly less impressed with your guile, his arms folded in his lap and his sharp eyes glued to you.

“Come on, Ryan, they’re playing us. We can do this just fine ourselves. Getting assistance from a criminal is the lowest we could possibly stoop.”

Ryan looked momentarily scolded. You moved in before he could change his mind.

“Oh, don’t be so grouchy, Madej! Just because you know I’d do your job better than you is no reason to be bitter. Just let me get rid of this amateur for you, and I’ll be out of your hair. I can’t have anyone taking my place as most notorious and feared killer, after all. It’s my pleasure to get rid of the competition!” You leaned a bit in the tall man’s direction, supporting your head in your hands and resting your elbows on the table.

Doubt encased the officer’s face, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he directed his focus onto Ryan; it was his decision, he was in charge.

“I mean…” the detective began hesitantly. You attempted to appear innocent, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Across from you, Shane was tense. He shot a brief glare at you, before turning back to Ryan, his expression soft but disapproving.

“Alright. You’ve got yourself a deal, but the first time we catch you trying to pull something, it’s back to eating Insta-Potatoes in prison, understand?” he jabbed you on the nose with his pointer finger, his stubbly jaw set in a scowl.

You jumped up from your chair, throwing your non-cuffed arm in the air and whooping.

“Yes! Yeah! You won’t regret this, I swear! I’ll be the fastest killer-catcher in the west! Yee-haw, boys!”

You could tell the last two lines caught them off guard. Ryan and Shane gave each other a look, before Ryan broke out in giggles, Shane following a few seconds after, albeit much more subdued.

“Ok, ok. But we need to get on this case. Now. The longer we wait, the less fresh the evidence is. Keeping you in the prison is inconvenient as hell, so our first order of business should be finding somewhere to store you. Shane?”

The two men excused themselves to converse, on the other side of the two way mirror mind you. You were, yet again, left to your own devices. You fiddled with your chain casually for a moment or so, then moved in to trying to chip your initials into the table. It didn’t work, and you were pretty much out of things to.

You mentally replayed the events of the past hour or so. Half hour? You didn’t know. A clock would be convenient in here. How long it had been shouldn’t matter, however. You had confirmation you weren’t going back to jail, and the death penalty was illegal here. You’d be fine, and back home eating Pop-Tarts before you knew it. You allowed yourself to relax.

-~-~-~

After another 15 minutes had passed, you moved on to trying to scoot the table closer to the water cooler. Your throat was beginning to sting with how dry it was, and you had nothing better to do. Just as you were within reach, however, the door opened, and in waltzed your two favorite technical enemies.

“Alright. We’re gonna uncuff you for just a second. If you try to run, Ryan will tase you.” Shane warned. Ryan held up his Police issued taser and stepped closer, holding it steady, though you had enough experience to know it was real without the up-close look.]

“I already told you guys, I’m gonna help. No running here.” You held up a placating hand and smiled reassuringly. Shane got to work, kneeling to push the key into the keyhole. With a clink and a small hand movement on Shane’s part, the cuffs dropped.

You took your few seconds of freedom to flex your wrists and look at the red rings that the cuffs left with distaste, before Shane snapped them back on.

“Get some water, and we’re leaving, ok?”

You nodded, thankful your hands were cuffed in the front rather than behind your back, and filled a paper cup with water. It was lukewarm and tasted vaguely like chlorine. Your throat seemed to think it was perfect, however, because you felt 10 times better almost instantly.

“Ok, let’s go then.” You allowed Ryan to lead you out of the building, taking note of how empty it was. It was most likely later than you thought, and you wondered when the adrenaline would wear off and you’d finally pass out.

Shane helped you clamber (rather awkwardly) into what you assumed was Ryan’s car. His civilian one, not a police issued vehicle. It was nice. It smelled a bit like Chipotle, but nice, nonetheless.

“Should I be concerned that you’re loading me into this car, not telling me where we’re going, with no other witnesses besides you two, who are trusted officers of the law? Is the murderer about to become the murderee?”

You heard Ryan wheeze, an amused mumble of ‘murderee’ accompanying giggles under his breath. Shane merely scoffed at your comment, and assisted in buckling your seatbelt.

The rest of the drive was quiet, though not necessarily uncomfortable. The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and you could feel yourself begin to slump in your seat. You woke with a start when Ryan took a swift and steep turn, your head clunking against the car window painfully.

“Huh? What?” you frantically looked around, taking a moment to register your surroundings. Right. Ryan’s car.

“Easy does it. We’re almost there.” Ryan’s voice was hushed, and Shane was snoring softly in the passenger seat.

You remained awake for the last few minutes of the ride. The neon sign of a motel caught your eye, and as you turned to read it, Ryan flicked his blinker on. Into the nearly empty parking lot of the motel you went.

“This is it, huh? Any reason you chose this particular place?” you asked, your handcuffs jingling indistinctly as you rested your hands on the buckle of your seatbelt.

“It’s cheap and unsuspecting. Randomly selected.” He said simply. An acceptable answer.

Click. After a brief struggle, you had the belt off. You waited for Ryan to wake Shane up before opening the car door.

“Hey, big guy. Hope you’re ok with sleeping in a $50 room with a the killer and I for a few days.” The detective gestured theatrically at the ratty building, grinning when Shane merely shoved him away by his shoulder and groaned.

Ryan helped you out of the car, and the three of you entered the foyer of the motel. Ryan, in all of his exhausted, messy glory, booked one room for all three of you, and dropped the key back on the desk twice while trying to pick it up.

You made eye contact with the desk attendant, who was desperately trying not to stare at the cuffs on your hands. Poor girl, this was probably a lot to process.

As you began the walk to your shared room, she called after you, telling you to remember to be courteous of the other guests, and you chuckled, wondering just what she’d made of the situation. Nothing good, your mind settled on.

You passed out instantly upon arrival to the room. The mattress felt like hell, and you knew your back would ache in the morning, but you were tired enough that it didn’t matter. Shane flopped uncaringly beside you, while Ryan began organizing spare sheets and blankets into a makeshift bed on the floor.

“Ryan, when I develop back problems from these awful sleeping arrangements, you’re buying a Tempur-Pedic for me.” Shane groaned, his face burrowed into a worn pillow. Ryan merely scoffed from across the small room, shucking his suit jacket off onto the floor and stretching his shoulders with a yawn.

You could feel your mind go blank, the two boys’ muffled words echoing around, sounding as if you were underwater.

-~-~-~

You woke much later than your new roommates, feeling groggy and detached. The room smelled like lukewarm breakfast, free and courtesy of the motel, most likely.

Despite the fact that the scrambled eggs would most likely be rubbery, and the bacon lukewarm and wet with grease, your stomach growled. You lifted your head, bleary eyes examining the room in search of food. Next to the puny tv, on a scratched and beat up dresser were two paper plates, one with bacon, eggs, and soggy toast. The other was piled with small breakfast donuts, powdered and glazed, and you took a moment to thank whatever gods may or may not have placed the pastries in this blessed motel room.

You haphazardly tossed your legs out from under the covers and took several faltering steps towards the dresser, immediately going for the donuts. While shoveling the sweets into your mouth, you took a moment to appreciate the lack of metal cuffs jingling and chaffing around your wrists.

Speaking of which: where were your ‘captors’?

You looked around, quickly noting that the bed Shane had taken up 80% of last night was now empty. Though, you were pleased to note that Ryan was still curled up in his nest of blankets, fast asleep. He looked peaceful, and you were glad. He deserved to rest, he’d been working so hard.

Working so hard to catch your dumb ass, your inner voice reminded, and you felt a mix of pride and guilt swell in your chest. You’d done good work for yourself maybe, but you’d almost ruined poor Ryan. Look at him, he’s got anxiety!

You returned to the bed, satisfied with your weak attempt at breakfast. Whatever, you didn’t have to run from the cops today, you were working with them. You could afford to treat yourself a tad.

You re-settled yourself amongst the blankets, sighing contentedly, and prepared to go back to sleep, when the motel room door creaked open; a grating noise that practically sent chills up your spine. You didn’t bother to open your eyes.

“Goodmorning, Shane.” You greeted.

“Good afternoon, more like. You and Ryan have been sleeping all day. Time to get up, we have work to do.” Shane set an armful of paper bags down near the door with a soft rustling, and closed it behind him. He easily stepped over Ryan’s sleeping form and stood before you, towering above you and radiating disapproval. You rolled over.

“Look, I’ve had a stressful past few days.” You began, relishing in the tired sigh the tall man used to mask his mirth, “And I’d really appreciate it if you could just let me get a few more hours of rest before making me do your job. Thanks.”

Things were silent for a moment, which you took to mean success. You nuzzled your head further into your shitty pillow joyfully, and took a satisfied inhale of air, stale as it may be.

Then, with one swift movement, Shane yanked your blanket off of you and across the room. You gasped indignantly, sitting up and pointing an accusing finger at the scoundrel.

“I told you, it’s time to get up. Oh, and thanks for eating all of the powdered donuts. Clearly murder isn’t your worst crime to humanity, you absolute glutton.” He joked, snatching the pillow Ryan was clutching like a teddy bear and chucking it at you. You allowed it to hit you in the head, falling back dramatically and faking a weak cough.

“Tell… Ryan… I love him…” you wheezed through harsh breaths.

“Rest in piss.” Shane deadpanned.

From the floor, the detective himself groaned, his eyes fluttering open and the dark circles beneath them somewhat lessened.

“It’s like fuckin’ six in the morning, would you knock it off?” He groaned.

Both you and Shane directed your gazes to the small alarm clock on the bedside table. It read 1:03 PM.

“Hate to break it to you, but it’s 1 o’clock, and we’ve got things to do. Get up, get dressed, get fed, and let’s catch us a killer so we can let another one go.” Shane gave you a firm pat on the shoulder, and brushed past you to the bathroom.

Ryan was up like a shot, on his feet and running his hands through his hair, as if that would make it look any less like a blob of melted dark chocolate. Not like you could judge though, you were certain you looked even messier than them. A good night’s sleep in a shitty bed will do that to you.

“Shane, I believe I heard you say something about a Tempur-Pedic at Ryan’s expense last night?” You called, stretching your arms above your head with a groan.

He didn’t respond, and you took the sound of the sink running to mean he was either brushing his teeth, or taking a weak excuse for a shower. You hoped to anything and everything holy that it was the first option.

“Alright, I’m gonna shower real quick, and we’re leaving.” Ryan said to no one in particular, and thank heavens he did, because you hated that plan and were happy to say so.

“What about me? I have a reputation to keep up! I’m not going around town all sweaty and ruffled.”

“All you have to do to keep up your reputation is murder people, no one cares if you smell like sweat and day old clothes when you do.”

You hated it when he was right.

“Alright then. Let’s hit the town, boys. I’ll put on my killer-wrangling boots, and we can stop for Dairy Queen, my treat.” You stood from the bed, swinging your arms by your sides loosely, and flashing Ryan’s credit card to him with a wink.

His eyes widened, hands immediately patting his pockets. He stared at you, disbelief coloring his cheeks a rusty pink.

“I’ll wait in the car!” you teased, jingling the detectives keys in your other hand and making a break for the door.

“Hey!” Ryan called after you, but didn’t bother to give chase. Shane did that for him.

In the end, he ended up simply waiting in the car with you, though he insisted on holding onto the keys for you. Ryan was quick to finish his shower, stumbling out of the side door to the room and shooing Shane out of the driver’s seat.

“So boys, where we heading?” you asked, stretching yourself out comfortably in the backseat.

“Oh, you’ll see.”

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Chaos Lineage Yuma Chapter 3 Translation

Several days passed after I began

spending time in Yuma-kun's room.

I don't know if it was sadness or fear,

but I stopped talking to Yuma-kun

about his real memories.

There were some times where I would

be the prey of Yuma-kun's fangs even

if I kept quiet.

At those times, I clenched my teeth as

my heart suffered more than my body.

But the situation didn't change

even if I endured it.

As time went by, there was a greater

possibility that everyone will fight.

And one day, when such enthusiasm

raised, I was called by Reiji-san--

Place : Scarlet mansion – Living room and Dining room

Yui : (Every members are gathered. I'm the only one sitting on a chair... I feel uncomfortable when they look down at me)

(What is about to start from now on ?)

Reiji : Eve. As you may know, we are fighting for the supreme ruler throne

And it is said that you are the key to become the supreme ruler

Yui : Y-Yes...

Reiji : It's been a while since you woke up. Have you remembered anything ?

Yui : I'm sorry, I don't--

*Reiji whips her

Yui : Ugh... !

(A-A whip... !? Since when did he...!?)

Reiji : Will you keep acting ignorant no matter what ?

Yui : B-But I really...

*Reiji whips her

Yui : Hya... !

Kino : Isn't it better for you to talk ? Because there's no doubt that you know something

Yui : W-Why !?

Kino : Eve is the key to become the supreme ruler. If the person themselves doesn't hold the information, where else can we find it ?

Yui : I'm asking you why are you doing this !?

Kino : If you just woke up and don't recover your memories, a shock therapy is necessary, right ?

Shu : … You're also the one who thought of that bothersome thing

Yui : (K-Kino-san suggested it...? But I really don't know anything !)

Yuma : It's something like hurting her so she can remember ?

Reiji : It's better than doing nothing. If I can make you remember with little discipline, I will spare no effort

Yui : That's... ! I really don't know !

Reiji : … Then, let's change the question. Do you remember anything from before you woke up in the church ?

Yui : Before I... woke up... ?

(In that case, I can tell them... But will they believe me--?)

Reiji : It seems you remembered something. Tell us everything

Yui : B-But...

Kino : We won't get angry no matter the story. So come on, spill it

Yui : …

I was in a place called Kaminashi Town... I went to school

Kino : Heeh, and then ?

Yui : I met Yuma-kun there...

Reiji : … Yuma ?

Yuma : She's saying bullshit again...

Yui : Not just Yuma-kun. I also met Reiji-san, Shu-san, Ruki-kun... everyone

Reiji : My my... Is this some kind of fairy tale reference ?

Yui : It's the truth ! But none of you remembers... So I'm confused as well !

Your brotherhood relalionship, your memories, everything has been altered...

Something bad must have happened ! Please, believe me !

Kino : Hmm... Everything has been altered, huh

Reiji : This is not worth considering. Do you have anything else to say ?

Yui : It can't be...

(I knew they wouldn't believe me...)

(But it becomes painful when they actually deny it...)

Yuma : Hey, sow. Repent for your falsehood before you drive us nuts

Kino : What's that nickname ? It's not logical...

Yuma : What are you saying ? It fits her perfectly

Yui : (Yuma-kun...)

(If at least Yuma-kun could remember...)

Shu : – Quiet

Yui : (…!)

Yuma : Ah ? What's up ?

Shu : There's someone outside

Reiji : What ?

Yuma : Shit ! We're spied on !?

Kou : Oops ! Let's run !

Azusa : Y... Yeah...

*Kou and Azusa leave

Yui : (Kou-kun ! Azusa-kun !)

Reiji : They're from the Violets... So they started making moves. Kino, Yuma !

Yuma : Leave it to me ! I won't let them escape !

*Yuma leave with Kino

Yui : Ah, wait !

*someone grabs her

Shu : Hey, you don't leave

Yui : But Kou-kun and Azusa-kun will... !

(… get caught by Yuma-kun and Kino-san)

(Yuma-kun... It's not the same happy feeling from when his brothers messed with him at home. It's different from when they quarreled)

(These glistening eyes... are not like Yuma-kun...)

Scene change : Scarlet mansion – Exterior

Yuma : For spies, you really suck

*Yuma draws his sword

Azusa : … Ugh...

Kou : Aah-ahh... Looks like we weren't suited for that

Azusa : Sorry, I got us caught... If I wasn't here, you could have escaped

Kou : Don't apologize. It's not your fault

Yuma : Stop making excuses. You wanna get killed ? Aah ?

*Yuma attacks Kou

Kou : Guh... !

Yui : … ! Yuma-kun !!

Scene change : Scarlet mansion – Living room and Dining room

Yui : (I didn't want to see such a situation...)

(They're really against each other now... But this isn't right...)

Reiji : These two will be sent to jail. We will interrogate them there

Yui : (… ! At this rate, Kou-kun and Azusa-kun will...!)

(I may not be able to do anything. But still--)

Please, let me go with you !

Reiji : Why is that ?

Yui : Eh... ? W-Well...

(I must think ! Think of a convincing reason...!)

… I have the feeling I'll remember about the supreme ruler

So please, bring me with you to the dungeon

Reiji : …

Yui : (Please... say yes, Reiji-san !)

Reiji : … I see. Alright, then. You come with us

Yui : (Ah, he believed me... ? No, he must be doubtful)

(But it doesn't matter now. I must meet Kou-kun and Azusa-kun. So I can listen to what they say--)

Scene change : Dungeon

Reiji : Now... Let's have you confess. Did Carla instruct you to come here ?

Kou : No. We came here on our own

Reiji : I see. So in other words, Carla doesn't know you're being held captive right now ?

Kou : I wondeeer. Which one do you think it is ?

Reiji : Is Carla thinking of something ? What kind of trick does he intend to use ? What is his plan ? Tell me

Azusa : … We can't tell you

Kou : We're enemies, duh

Reiji : … I see. Fools like you will need discipline

Yui : P-Please, wait ! Stop using violence !

Reiji : Did I give you the right to speak ? Unless you remembered something ?

Yui : W-Well, that's...

Reiji : This is not worth considering

Yui : (I can't help Kou-kun and Azusa-kun in this situation after all ?)

Kino : Hey, big brother Reiji. Let me do it. Because I do that job well

Yui : (Eh ? Kino-san ?)

Shu : It’s rare that you ask that. What's the point ?

Kino : Nothing particular. But it seems making them confess will take time so I just wanted to help

Reiji : … Alright. I will leave this to you, Kino. Shu, Yuma, we're going back

Shu : Sigh... It was useless to just accompany you

*Reiji and Shu leave

Yuma : Hey, you're coming too

Yui : B-But...

Kino : Now, let's make you two confess... Yaah !

*Kino hits Kou

Kou : Uwaaah... !

Kino : Oh, you won't talk. Then how about this ?

*Kino hits Azusa

Azusa : … Ugh... !

Kino : Quit just moaning... I'm asking you to spit information !

*Kino continues to hit them

Yui : (How horrible... ! And they can't fight back because they're chained !)

Choice 1 : Stop Kino (White roses)

Yui : Kino-san, stop already !

Kino : Shut up, don't get in my way. Or you want to get hurt as well ?

Yui : I-I don't want to, but...

Kino : Then stay silent. You're annoying when you scream. Right, Yuma ?

Choice 2 : Ask Yuma (Black roses)

Yui : Yuma-kun, stop Kino-san ! At this rate, these two will... !

… ? Yuma-kun... ?

– End of choices

Yuma : …

Yui : (He's staring at them and doesn't move an inch...?)

What's wrong... ? Hey, Yuma-kun ?

Yuma : Those two...

Yui : Eh ?

Kino : You're deprived of freedom. Come on now, say something. While you keep your sanity

Azusa : … Don't... hit Kou

Kino : Ha ?

Azusa : Hit... only me...

Kou : Azusa-kun...

Kino : Ha... What's that ? Brother's love ? That kind of complicity irritates me

Alright, I'll squish you as you wish !

Yui : Ah, stop !!

*Yuma grabs Kino

Yui : (Eh...?)

Azusa : Ah...

Kino : … Yuma, what are you doing ?

Yuma : … Ah... No, that's...

Yui : (Yuma-kun stopped Kino-san...?)

Kino : They're enemies, you know ? Don't tell me you became attached to them

Yuma : … Those guys really don't know anything. You're wasting your time

Kino : Hmm... Well, whatever. I'm losing interest so I'll leave it to you

I'm going ahead. So be careful about the key to the cell. Okay ?

*Kino leaves

Yui : (Thank godness... They're saved)

Yuma-kun, thank you--

Yuma : Uh... Guh...

Yui : Yuma-kun !?

(He's crouching...!?)

*Yui gets close to Yuma

Yui : Is there something wrong ? You look pale... !

Yuma : … I can see it, now

Yui : You can see it ? What can you see ?

Yuma : I dunno... But some guys told me it'll be troublesome if we have nothing to eat...

So I was taught how to grow vegetables. That's why I began farming as a hobby--

Ugh... Shit... !

Yui : (Are these perhaps his memories with the Mukami family... ? No, rather before that ?)

Did you remember Kou-kun and Azusa-kun... !?

Yuma : … Guh... I dunno. What the bloody hell is that... !?

Yui : (It seems not... But he recovered a little part of his memories)

(His original memories haven't disappeared... They're still sleeping inside him...!!)

(He may remember. If there's a chance, then surely--)

Yuma : Haa... Haa... It finally cools down...

Yui : Yuma-kun, it would be best to lie down today... Okay ?

Yuma : Y-Yeah...

Yui : (Kou-kun, Azusa-kun... I would like to save them immediately, but even if they escape now, they'll surelly get caught again)

Azusa : Eve... Go. You have to make... Yuma-san rest

Yui : Azusa-kun... Okay... Thank you

(Even with his memories rewritten, Azusa-kun's kind...)

(I will definitely save them. And Yuma-kun, of course--)

Scene change : Scarlet mansion – Living room and Dining room

Reiji : So no one was able to get any information from these two, in the end

Kino : They're unexpectedly tenacious. Right, Yuma ?

Yuma : Y-Yeah...

Yui : (Yuma-kun still doesn't feel well. I would like him to take a rest quick...)

(I wonder if Reiji-san will give up on getting Kou-kun and Azusa-kun to talk...)

Reiji : I see... This isn't much helpful

Kino : Say, we don't need those guys anymore, right ?

Yui : Eh... !?

Reiji : Indeed. Shu, please kill them both

Yuma : … !

Shu : Me ? Too lazy...

Yui : P-Please, wait ! Reiji-san, why... !?

Reiji : We can't leave those who are a treat to our family alone no matter what. If we do, we will be at risk

If we can't get any informations from them, there's no need to keep them alive

Yuma : Wait !

Yui : (Yuma-kun...!)

Yuma : There's no reason to kill them. They're stuck in jail so there should be no danger !

Reiji : It's better to completely uproot sprouts that can become disturbing elements. Am I wrong ?

Yuma : No, but...

Yui : (If we can't counter them right here, Kou-kun and Azusa-kun will... I-If they can be useful for anything--)

… Hostages

We should use them as hostages. We can also use them as shields to fight Carla-san

Yuma : You...

Yui : We should take time to ascertain whether they're necessary or not

If we really don't need them... Then at that time, we should discard them

Kino : Heeh...

Yui : (That's right, any method is fine. If they live, I'll surely have a chance to save them !)

(There must be something that will shaken Yuma-kun's memories. I won't give up)

(I will absolutely restore Yuma-kun's... No, everyone's memories)

Reiji : Hostages... I see

You have a valid point. It wouldn't be bad to check the situation a little more and think about their use

Yuma : Then... !

Reiji : We'll keep them alive for a moment. Let's think about how we use them and determine an appropriate time

Yui : … !

(Thank godness...!)

Reiji : Well then, our policies have been decided. Let us dissolve for tonight. Please take a good rest

Kino : Okay okay, I'll take a rest

Shu : …

*Shu and Kino leave

Yuma : Phew...

Reiji : … Yuma

Yuma : What ?

Reiji : You must be glad to have a good excuse this time. However... There won't be a second time

Yuma : … !

*Reiji leaves

Yuma : Tch... That Reiji guy... He knows and gave me a warning

Shit... Why... ? Why I'm defending these two... ?

Yui : Yuma-kun... It would be best to rest now. Let's go to your room ?

Yuma : Shaddup ! Don't talk to me now !

Yui : … ! Yes...

Yuma : No... Sorry... It's a mess in my head and I shouted

… You're smart. I didn't think about that hostage stuff

But I dunno if that will save those guys... Why am I helping them... ?

Yui : Well...

… For now, you should go to sleep all night without thinking about it, so you'll feel better

Yuma : Yeah... You're right

*Yuma leaves

Yui : (Even if I say they’re his brothers, it surely won't reach Yuma-kun)

(But there must be something. I'll absolutely find a way to restore his memories--)

Chapter 3 : End

#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers translations #diabolik lovers chaos lineage #mukami yuma #Komori Yui #sakamaki reiji #sakamaki shu #kino #mukami kou #mukami azusa #chapter 3

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syndianites · 6 years ago

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The Consequences of Your Actions Chapter 8

Ship: Syndianite (Tom x S1 Dianite)

Summary: Vampire AU! Dianite has had many lovers over the years. Some were mere playthings, meant to pass the time. Others were passionate loves, a fire raging until their inevitable demise. Very few were of the immortal variety, most searching for a power grab, others enthralled by his image. One was different, one was special. And he’d be damned if he was going to let him slip away.

Chapter: 8/?

AN: Well. It’s been a while hasn’t it.

Chapter 8

A resounding smack echoed in the enclosed space. “Start talking, young blood. I’m tired of your pathetic attempts at deception.”

Tucker spat out a mouthful of blood. “What do you mean? I’m being honest with every question you ask. I have a name,” he rolled his eyes, “my group was going somewhere, and it was in the interest of someone in the west.” He grinned, teeth a nasty red. “I think I was answering you perfectly.”

The man growled. “You know well enough that wasn’t what I wanted to know.” He stooped down and grabbed Tucker by the front of his shirt. They were close enough that Tucker could see the thin white scar that went from the top of his eyelid to the bridge of his nose. “Who. Sent. You. To. The. North.”

Tucker shrugged. “Oh, I just thought the northern part of the city was nice this time of year. I’ve got some friends up there, there’s not a war going on, I think it’s actually warmer there too? Decided to take some friends.” Scar-face sneered. “I’m not lying, really, but you must think I am.”

The guard pulled his arm back, ready to break Tucker’s nose. His companion put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t waste your time. We can get him to open up with a little magical convincing.”

Scar-face dropped him stoically. Eying Tucker, he gave him a quick kick to in the side before stalking back. Tucker, meanwhile, tried to pretend that didn’t hurt.

“Sounds like a good time.” They both gave Tucker a long look, who struggled to keep his expression easy-going. He threw them a wink. With a huff from his interrogator, the duo left him in darkness.

Tucker let his head fall back. He hurt like a bitch. Scar-face hadn’t been the least bit gentle, and his friend wasn’t to helpful in making sure Tucker didn’t get his face broken. He ran his tounge along his teeth, grimacing at the iron-y taste that came with the action. Gross. Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of his teeth had gotten knocked loose. His mouth hurt, that was for sure.

How did he get into this mess? He ran a hand through his hair. Had he been too obvious? It was hard not to notice what had been going on. Things around the compound had gotten more and more shady over the past few months. Quite literally, too. As the people around him had gotten more suspicious, the atmosphere had darkened and grown heavy as though a presence was taking hold and trying to suffocate anyone that came nearby.

Had no one really noticed what was happening? Mianite wasn’t himself anymore. Shit, he wasn’t the ultra good guy people claimed he was- he’d seen a fair amount of the dirty work Mianite carried out to know that there was only a moral-grayness to his Lord- but he’d never been so blatantly… harsh? Cruel?

Tucker sighed. That wasn’t quite it. His Lord had been acting more rashly, more sporadically. Lie he hadn’t gotten enough sleep and all of his logical thinking just crashed out the window when he wasn’t looking.

And now, because he decided to say something about it to his friends, he was here. Wherever here was. Just his luck.

The only fortunate thing to happen to him today was that fact he wasn’t actually chained down inside his cell. Yeah, he was in a dingy, damp stone room, barricaded in by iron bars, but at least he could move around if he wanted to. Maybe if he fancied to do so, he could get a little change of scenery. He could change it up everyday, move from wall to wall, make them keep guessing where he was. Had it even been a day yet?

Tucker rolled his shoulders. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been down here. They hadn’t fed him yet, and he’d only just been captured around dusk. That must mean that morning, if they were going to feed him at all, hadn’t come. Hopefully. They could have at least given him a window.

His thoughts were broken by a scratching on the stone. He peered into the gloomy light. As he searched, a shape moved across his vision, small, with a long tail. Great. There was a rat in here with him.

There was a tap on his foot. “Hey, what should I do if the rats in here get frisky? I don’t think I’m ready to fight the locals yet.” Tucker squinted into the darkness. The shape moved and for a moment two beady eyes were reflected back at him. If only the light filtering from between the bars wasn’t messing with his night vision. Then he could at least be prepared for the inevitable rat attack.

“If you’re feeling threatened,” a guard called back, “we can remove them in return for information.”

Tucker rolled his eyes.

The rat however, gave a squeak. It moved closer and nosed at his foot.

“Hey there, little buddy.” Tucker tried not to squirm. With a quick jump, it scampered up his leg. Tucker shrieked, bringing his hands up to try to hit the rat off. It climbed over his hands easily.

The rat was on his chest now. It tilted its head and sniffed at his neck. He barely breathed. Seemingly satisfied, it crawled off onto the floor beside him.

“What,” Tucker muttered, “Are you trying to assert dominance or something? Jokes on you, we’re both stuck in a jail cell.

The rat opened its mouth in what seemed a mock smile. It shook itself, tail curling inward. Then it was a full grown human.

“Holy sh-” a hand clamped over his mouth. A brunette woman was leaning over him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She moved closer to whisper in his ear. “Are you Mister Tucker Boner?”

He nodded.

“I’m here to break you out.”

Tucker’s eyebrows rose. This was not what he expected a rescue mission to look like. And was the whole rat thing she just did necessary? And how was she expecting to get him out, because he wasn’t about to get out the way she got in.

She caught his incredulous look. “Don’t doubt me! I’ll have you know I’m a professional here. Now hold still.” Slowly, she moved her hand away from his mouth.

He went to open his mouth and ask what the hell she thought she was going to do, but she put a finger to her lips. His mouth closed with a clack. There wasn’t much he could do, other than sit still and listen like a good boy. Maybe he was a little bitter about his situation.

Tucker’s attention was pulled to the top of her head by something moving under her hair. Peering up at her, he found two cat-like ears nestled in her dark locks. His gaze was brought back to her face as she murmured quietly to herself, hands moving in small, soft motions.

She locked eyes with him and Tucker wheezed. His chest felt too full. His became heavy head heavy. Curling in on himself, he watched his skin shift and shrink. His bones felt like they were moving, pushing into one another and melding together. His vision swam with the sensation.

“Don’t be a baby.” Her voice was slightly higher pitched this time. “I just transformed you.”

Tucker’s ears were ringing. Joints and muscles were settling into place. His stomach turned and he suddenly had the urge to puke. He pushed it down. After a moment of everlasting discomfort, he blinked.

“First time? I guess I’ll give you a little slack for that. The first time is the worst.”

He looked over to his supposed rescuer. She had turned back into a rat, but was much bigger than before. No. He was much smaller than before.

True to her word, she had transformed him.

He took a breath. Opened his mouth. And screamed.

“Take out the rat, did you?” One guard asked, a smirk on his face. The other laughed, and patted the first on the arm. “I bet it’s taking him out.”

Just beside their feet, two rats, one clumsy and uncertain, slipped out of the cell. They crawled along the wall and fled into a large crack just near the stairwell that led to the rest of the compound. And they were gone.

#Mianite #syndianite #diacate #Dianite #Tom Syndicate #TomxDianite #DianitexTom #SyndicatexDianite #DianitexSyndicate #Me updating this series after a year and half?#its more likely than you think!#sorry to all my sanders sides followers lol #I promise i do have some tss fics in the works #i just work too much to write much

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imagines4you · 6 years ago

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LATB - Lies II

“Yeah! If you do a part two to Lies, maybe you can try revealing a little more back story and how they got to that point. Like maybe since Lynn is arrested, maybe y/n visits her in prision or y/n interrogates her? Just an idea to get the ideas flowing” “OMG you need to do a part 2 to the assassin one because holy shit it was amazing! Maybe where like Lynn gets out of a jail sentence by using her charm, and obvs goes after the reader again but with like angry smut!?” “If you have time. Is it possible for a "to be continued" on "Lies"? Loved the spy idea, It was really good. Maybe with more aggresive/angry smut perhaps? That shit was hot, like holy shit!”

Back and better than ever x

You checked your possessions at the door, waiting patiently as a guard unlatched a large, barred barrier. You nodded to them, sinking your hands into your pockets as you followed your escorts through the echoing halls. Ignoring stares and the occasional heckling chant, you made your way through the rows of inmates - one in particular catching your attention.

“This is the best you’ve ever looked.” You commented, towering over Lynn as she sat chained to the table below you. She smirked at you, sarcastically tilting her head as her eyes motioned for you to sit down. She looked rough, the wounds you’d inflicted on her skin all coming to life.

“Did you get punched?” You whispered, leaning in close enough that your noses almost met. You smiled widely at her, enjoying every second.

“What’re you doing here, y/n?” Lynn questioned lowly. Her eyes raked over your features, studying you for answers.

“Visiting you, clearly.” You said cheerfully, leaning back as you hooked your right leg over your left. Your boot clinked against the metal of your chair, your smile growing when you noticed Lynn flinch.

“Little jumpy are we, baby?” You purred, loving the way Lynn simultaneously recoiled and moaned at your words.

“What do you want?” She growled, tensing her long arms. She looked ready to flip the table. You sighed, deciding you should probably get what you came for.

“Answers.” You replied, leaning your elbows onto the table. Dropping your knuckles beside Lynn’s, you drew soft, directionless patterns across her skin. She tried to pull away, a soft hiss leaving her lips when she realised she couldn’t. Her hair fell in her face, the shaven sides of her head a little spikier than the last time you’d grazed your fingertips across them.

“It’s my job to kill you, y/n. How’s that for an answer?” She husked, smiling menacingly. It was unnerving, but you’d seen that look before.

“See, that’s really all you ever tell me, Lynn. Why? Who hired you? Clearly we’re working the same job, but why do I need to die? We should be on the same team, right?” You winked at her, watching the goosebumps appear along the side of her neck. They hugged the tendon that look close to popping out from under her skin, the one that always pulsed when she was angry. She shook her head, gritting her teeth before speaking.

“You fucked up, y/n. Yeah, maybe we would be on the same team. If you hadn’t of murdered two innocent people.” She looked utterly pleased with herself, her eyes wide and sparkling as she analysed your reaction. She was loving the show. Your stomach turned, your fist clenching and jolting away from hers.

“You weren’t there.” You mumbled, fighting back your memories.

“That’s where you’re wrong. I saw the whole thing. Your target? She was mine too. But you missed, and I never miss.” Lynn licked her lips, biting down into her skin before laughing. Your mind struggled to put the pieces together, though Lynn had spelt it out loud and clear. You just didn’t want to listen. Mostly because of the smug ass look on her face that made you want to swing your chair across her cheek.

“Keep breathing, y/n. It’s your turn to divulge.” She continued, the bruise surrounding her eye stretching so much that the cut in the middle of it split. She was grinning so hard that she’d drawn blood. It was slightly terrifying - yet slightly mesmerising. The small stream of red trickled down past her jaw, dripping onto the table.

“You slept with the enemy. And I don’t mean me.” You offered simply, being sure to get in a remark about Lynn’s tendency to break the rules.

“You’re after me because I slept with someone?” She asked incredulously, clearing not buying your assignment. You shook your head softly, standing up slowly.

“While you were busy fucking your target, her counterpart raided our base. She was using you and you fell for it. You’re also responsible for the deaths of five people because you couldn’t keep it in your pants. So now, I have to kill you. Make sense?” You didn’t wait for a response, you instead kicked the table so that it connected with Lynn’s ribs, playing it off as an accident before striding to the exit. You’d been planning to post her bail, or even explain her charges away with the flash of your badge. But she’d pissed you off way too much for you to set her free. Just because you loved the chase didn’t mean you didn’t want to see her suffer. It was becoming clear now, both of you couldn’t come out of this alive, Lynn never wanted to spare your life anyway. It was a game, one that you really couldn’t risk losing. As soon as the air hit your lungs you decided - next time you had Lynn in your grasp, you were going to pull the trigger.

You’d barely even entered your apartment before your skull was connecting with the wall behind you, your oxygen cut off by a hand around your neck. You mused on the fact that Lynn really needed to get some new moves before bending her arm so far the wrong way that she was forced to let go. You coughed violently, nursing your inflamed throat with your fingertips. Lynn stood back, straightening out her black buttoned shirt. She was smiling brightly, her eyes dark in contrast.

“What did you do, seduce the guard?” You mocked, intentionally bumping your shoulder into hers as you passed her without making eye contact. Lynn laughed a raspy chuckle, one that made your knees weak.

“Yeah, actually.” She said lowly, turning around to watch you tauntingly clean your knife. You scoffed, pushing the tip into the pad of your thumb when you noticed Lynn staring.

“That and the fact that a professional such as yourself came to visit me - I told them you were my boss. You left this behind, by the way.” She produced your identification badge, throwing it like a frisbee toward your chest. You caught it, tucking it into your back pocket.

“That’s how you got in here.” You weren’t asking, you were confirming. You’d been sloppy, Lynn taking full advantage.

“Sure is.” She whispered, taking a few steps closer.

“What now?” You asked, locking your eyes to hers. Her eyebrows were dark, black almost. There was a slice through one of them, a wound that looked like it probably required stitches. She stalked her way behind you, your hand clasping the handle of your weapon as it rested in front of you. Careful not to act prematurely, you let Lynn slide her hands over your hips, tugging your ass into her pelvis. She glided her touch up your sides, grabbing at your waste before continuing past your ribs and toward your chest. You felt her press a kiss to the back of your neck as she began to roughly palm your breasts. You could feel her breath everywhere, her body pressed firmly against yours as she pushed you further into the kitchen bench. She bit down on your shoulder, moving the material of your shirt to the side so her teeth connected with your bare skin. You were distracted by the sting, but not enough to not notice the pressing of a gun to your lower back. Rolling your eyes, you moaned both in pleasure and exasperation. This was textbook Lynn, you’d expected her every move down to the touches she was currently applying to your hip. Next, she’d speak.

“I wouldn’t move if I was you, baby.” You laughed, partially at your ability to read Lynn so expertly and partially because of course you were going to move. You moved faster than you had since the last time you’d been in this position with Lynn, knocking her gun to the ground with the bottom of your palm before kicking it under the table. In the same motion, you turned around completely. Grabbing a fistful of Lynn’s unwashed hair you brought your knife to her neck. You pressed it against her skin, tilting so that you had the perfect angle. She laughed breathlessly, raising her hands past her shoulders.

“Fine, you win. I was just playing, y/n.” She lied through her teeth, allowing you to back her up against the high climbing wall behind her.

“Yeah?” You asked, pushing her body back as much as possible without accidentally slicing her throat open.

“Yeah.” She whispered, her eyes glistening with need. In an instant you threw the knife to the side, hoisting Lynn up onto the sink beside her as you slot yourself in between her legs. She wrapped them around you, smirking sexily as she watched you rip open her shirt. Your hands immediately flew to her chest, not bothering to be gentle. You knew she never wanted the softness of your touch, she wanted to feel it. She wanted to really feel it. She groaned when you dragged your nails down her stomach, following them with your tongue. Her hands snaked through your hair, pulling random fistfuls in different directions as you made your way down in between her legs. You popped open the button of her jeans, sliding them down and off of her long legs. Her boots dropped to the floor beside you, reminding you of how vulnerable she was right now. You paused, taking in your upper hand. Lynn gazed at you, giving you a look that told you she knew exactly what you were thinking. It felt wrong to take her out like this. It felt wrong not to at least taste her first. Lynn cocked an eyebrow, her hands on your waist as she subtly pulled you back in. You dropped to your knees, trailing your hands along the hairs on her bare thighs. She lent back, watching you intensely as you lent forward to taste her over her underwear. She moaned in what sounded like relief, her hand finding yours as it rested on her stomach. She interlaced your fingers, a move you for once didn’t see coming. It took you so off guard that you stopped. Lynn sent her eyes your way, her lips parted as she lightly urged her hips to where you sat.

“Fuck it.” You whispered, pulling her underwear to the side as you replaced it with your tongue. Lynn’s moans grew louder, her grip on your fingers so tight you were starting to lose feeling. It comforted you that she was still inflicting pain, even in her softer moments. You trailed a hand up the inside of her thigh, thrusting two fingers into her core without warning. You kept your tongue moving, addicted to the taste. Lynn was shaking, clenching around your fingers and encouraging you to watch her. Pulling yourself away, you attached your dripping lips to hers instead. You kept your hand moving, fucking her at a gruelling pace. Her tongue slid across yours before she bit down into your bottom lip, smirking when she tasted the blood. Her lips were darker when you pulled away, her eyes unfocused yet somehow she still looked ready to take you down at any moment. She pulled your body into hers, gasping when you wrapped your hand around her neck. You let your lips fall beside her ear, making sure you were breathing heavily enough for her to feel it everywhere.

“Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” You breathed, tightening your grip until you heard her struggling to catch a breath. You kept your fingers moving, slowing them only a little. You kept increasing the pressure until you felt Lynn’s body start to soften, releasing her instantly. She coughed, then moaned.

“Y/n..” She groaned, slapping you across the face to get you to look at her. She was a smirking, breathless, sweating and wounded mess. She looked beautiful.

“You’re wrong. It does feel good..” She husked, placing her hand on the side of your jaw so that her thumb was rested at your temple. She traced it down, placing it over your lip before pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around her skin, flattening your tongue against it in the way you knew would see her come undone. She came with her thumb pressed against your bottom teeth, her eyes rolling back and her back arching as she rode out her orgasm. While her eyes were closed, you collected her gun. She opened her planets of green to the sound of you cocking the trigger. She laughed breathlessly. She seemed completely unfazed.

“You know this has to happen.” You said lowly, residing yourself to the fact that it was over. Lynn shook her head, slowly climbing down onto her feet. You kept the gun aimed at her head, your eyes falling to the flush of her chest.

“Maybe, but are you sure you want to kill me before I make you cum so hard, you don’t remember why you’re holding that gun in the first place?” She drawled, her voice thick with arousal and post orgasmic haze. You smiled when you saw her motioning for you to come closer, her confidence too much for you to fight.

“If you don’t make me feel good, like really good, I’m gonna make it hurt.” You whispered, discarding of her gun before letting her lead you to your bedroom.

“Don’t tempt me.” Lynn purred, throwing your body onto the mattress before throwing her own body on top.

“I can’t wait to kill you.” You groaned, Lynn’s lips ghosting over your nipples. She laughed, digging her nails into your hips.

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