lindygale

[94badbye]

Gotham mourns the day of Jason's death, and Tim Drake should too, but he can't.

It's a day of pain and sorrow in many, many ways. Bruce wakes up earlier and leaves earlier, and Alfred speaks softly and quietly, as if there's real grief in the air.

(There is. Tim knows. He remembers finding out about Robin, about Jason Todd, and then realizing the bitter truth behind it all. Robin is dead.)

In the beginning, people used to call Jason a street kid, a rat. Tim's memory has always been fantastic, and he remembers people's harsh words about that young, young boy, and how Bruce Wayne was fraternizing with poverty, while others were kinder, gentle and sweet, because if even a rich man like Bruce can do such a thing, then there's still hope. It was stupid, and Tim still can't understand how people can be so shallow.

Such a young boy, and Mr. Wayne was a hero by adopting him, by taking him under his wing, by treating him like his son.

It's been months, and yesterday Wayne Enterprises made a big donation to some shelters of homeless kids that is definitely going to be in the news, something about Bruce Wayne remembering his dead son's life.

Bruce took the day off.

It's weird. Every year, Bruce will mourn like Jason was just killed again.

Maybe. Maybe the Jason Todd he knows really is dead forever, and this version of him is what was left, something different and twisted.

If Tim tries hard enough, he can feel the scar on his scalp, the ugly pattern on his skin, close to his nape. And he can hear the shouts. And the screams. And the sound of broken glass being stepped on. Everywhere. And blood blood blood, a red mask standing over him, fists clenched and hoarse voice.

He feels like throwing up when he thinks about it. It's kind of hidden in his mind, but not exactly—a blurry memory.

Sometimes, he closes his eyes and has a flashback of a bloody uniform. A memoir. The uniform of a young soldier.

For some reason, the second Robin was known for being ruthless. Sometimes, in the past but not that long ago, Bruce would call Tim by Jason's name, and wouldn't even notice his mistake. Tim wouldn't correct him either.

Today, on day of Jason's death, Red Hood is nowhere to be found.

Big boots, strong arms, a gun. Sticky blood.

Replacement, Replacement, Replacement.

Now, they're in the Batcave, high-tech equipment everywhere around them. Tim is standing but Bruce is sitting down, typing something in one of the computers, because a day off as Gotham's bachelor doesn't mean a day off as Batman.

"B," Tim says. Soft but not too soft, because Tim isn't supposed to talk about today, not like that, not like it's easy.

Robin was created to save and to smile, never to suffer or to die.

"Hm."

"Are you okay with patrolling on your own?"

Say no, so I'll stay. Please. I'll sleep here, in my room, and we'll wake up tomorrow like this day never happened.

Please.

"Of course. You should go, Tim. It's late."

Never too late. He wants to stay. Bruce is big and tall and Tim wants to hug him and tell him about the scar that is never going to fade away and the blood and the glass.

Look what he did to me. I mourned too, but look what he did.

Anger is something no Robin should feel, and yet—

Tim's cheeks are suddenly warm and he looks away from Bruce.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Alfred can give you some food so you can eat when you get home."

"I'm not hungry. And I can cook, you know?"

Blue eyes, just like Tim's and Jason's, but Jason's are also kind of green. Tim wonders how much of a father figure Bruce used to be—did he buy Jason books and toys and watch movies with him? Did Jason have nightmares just like Bruce still has? If so, did Bruce hold him through it?

Tim's parents are traveling. They're coming back next month.

Bruce isn't there to hold him when he wakes up in the middle of the night, but why would he be anyway?

And Tim knows Bruce asks his next question more because he needs to than because he wants to, "You know you can stay the night whenever you want, right?"

Even tonight?

"Yeah. Yeah, I know, B. But I have school tomorrow, so… I should—I should go. See you tomorrow, kay?"

Tim doesn't even talk to Alfred about the food. He just leaves.

[bardicious]

Okay, I kinda wanna write something on the Carol/Jim factor of the latest episode.

Jim flirts. Jim flirts with everyone, theoretically. La'an, Uhura, Una, Spock. It's how he communicates friendliness and I really wager he just doesn't know the way he stares at people can be considered flirtatious either. He just genuinely finds them appealing, and fascinating. So... no this isn't him practicing infidelity, even if he were on with Carol at the moment.

Much like with Chapel, people do NOT give Carol any credit. She's a strong, professionally inclined woman, much like La'an. And Jim specifically tells La'an that her and Carol would get along. I'm willing to wager, like adults, both Jim and Carol have discussed what they're okay with in a relationship.

As for little baby David. Carol, what? Just got pregnant? Both of them know about it. They have ample time to stop the pregnancy if they so wish it. Which is not only fine in our day and age, but likely even simpler in the future. So they had to have discussed the baby, before she came to term.

Jim and Carol decided beforehand that Carol was going to keep David. Carol wanted to keep him. Jim having very little to say on the matter, except his approval (or disapproval?), because he still loves her, but knows they were never gonna stick together and so does she. Maybe he also wanted David to be born anyway, be raised by an amazing woman, become someone who was his own person, and Jim could love him from afar, but that's it.

Dead beat!dad simply isn't in the cards for him. And even if he was allowed to see David just a few times, all because he's not the majority of the time doesn't mean he's a bad dad. It just makes him absent. Perhaps not much of a relationship, but, hell, he didn't have much of one with his own father, and you know what? From his perspective, him and Sam came out just fine.

Now just a brief look at good ole Sam! Sam has work! Sam has a job! He's on the flagship! The enterprise, herself! He's most definitely discussed his career with his wife! Whether his wife or his children bear issue with his choice is another matter. We simply don't know unless we see them. Why demonize Sam for literally being on the ship that saves lives? The ship where any moment you can die?

Literally what is up with people encouraging unhealthy relationship dynamics?

Chapel shouldn't have to give up her career progress for Spock, Spock would never give up his career for anyone and he finds the only person he can love later (Jim) will sacrifice himself for the job as well. Chris and Batel in constant argument and miscommunication, Chapel and Spock too. And rightly so, because neither are communicating properly. Well, I'll wager that Jim and Carol did actually communicate. Because we know they can. We know both their characters!

This isn't to say David doesn't have another opinion. Neither his mother or father really thought properly of his emotional reaction to not having Jim in his life. But that's another matter, not easy to predict, likely the two did not think ahead that far. They're both fallible humans, who've saved countless peoples lives.

[batshieroglyphics]

One-shot Fandom Scene Breaks

These are the scene breaks for fandoms that I've only written one or two fics for, or a single scene break covers multiple fics. (Basically, the fandoms it's not really worth it to make an entire post for.)

A couple of these, actually, I have written a fic in that fandom, but that fic doesn't actually have any scene breaks. I sort of made them as a bit of a just in case, but, also, because I was having fun.

As per previous scene break posts, these were created because I wanted fun scene breaks that were screen reader-friendly at AO3. The images on AO3 are smaller than the versions shared here—I like the larger versions that let you see a bit better the specifics that aren’t always visible in the smaller versions—and due to the coding I use, they only exist when you have creator’s style on, and cannot be viewed as an image.

First up, James Bond. Since my only fic in the fandom is shippy, and I don't see myself doing any non-shippy fics, I just went right for the shippy break, with the text 00Q in a font that's vaguely digital, and them a silhouette of a gun on the left and a silhouette of a Bond next to a vertical 007. All kept black, outlined in grey, with a red shadow, because I just went for it, with this one, lol

BBC Merlin has two. This first one I edited an existing scenebreak (the second image above) of a silhouetted dragon in flight against a moon with calligraphy swirls out to either side for my monster Merlin fic; I edited to add blue to the interior of the calligraphy lines and outline them in red. (There is not a larger version of this break, as it's an older edit, from before I was saving larger sizes.)

Second BBC Merlin break is the Camelot shield of a gold dragon on a red field, with green swirling vines going out to either end, outlined in gold.

For Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou, we have Kid's white top hat with a blue band, above Conan's red bowtie. With swirling vines that are a pale blue outlined in white because, well, magic. If I ever manage to finish my longer DCMK piece, I'll probably create a different scene break for it. Or, at least, an alternate one, which can be used when Conan is Shinichi. Maybe. We'll see.

Neither of the two Yuri!!! On ICE ficlets I've done needed any scene breaks, but I decided to make one anyway, just to pad out this batch a bit. Skates in blue to either side of a figure skater in purple.

Only Star Trek ficlet, again, didn't need any scene breaks, but made this one, anyway. It's a silhouette of the USS Enterprise from TOS, coloured shades of grey, with a blue medical badge and a gold command badge to either side, because you will take McKirk from my cold, dead hands.

The Witcher! Using the wolf's head variant from the games, because that's the version that'll always be the correct one, to me, not the variation they're using in the show. It's grey outlined in red, but the grey was too limited, disappeared at smaller sizes, so it really just looks like it's done red. Swords to either side, with the one on the left notably lighter that the one on the right, to indicate one as being a silver sword, while the other is steel.

Done exactly one CBS Elementary fic, which was a yuri hate-sex fic between Joan and Moriarty. Which was fun, but, again, no scene breaks. Not sure I'll ever do any other fic in this fandom, tbh For this one, skyline of New York City, where the show takes place, coloured like a sort of golden sunrise, because I went looking for images of the logo to try to get a reasonable font and realised they were often shades of gold. So, did the background of the skyline in the shades of gold and left the text of ELEMENTARY in black.

This one is meant for Tamora Pierce's Tortall series, because I did a fic in that fandom, uh, gods-awful forever ago, and it did have scene breaks, stumbled over it while I was working on the Marvel set, not sure how. Blue jewel in the centre, for the Dominion Jewel, and swords to either side, slightly different hilts, with the one on the left outlined in blue, for Jon, and the one on the right outlined in purple, for Alanna. I originally thought to have the sword on the left outlined green for George and the Jewel outlined blue for Jon, but then I reread the fic and realised I hadn't included George in it, for whatever reason. (Idk, 2001!me surely had a reason? Assuming George was at Pirate's Swoop, I'd guess.) So I decided to just have Jon and Alanna with swords. Couldn't remember what shade of green George's Gift was, anyway.

And then, since I'd already done a break for one of my very, very old fics, it made sense enough to make a couple of breaks for Yu-Gi-Oh! (Planning to do some for my Digimon fics, too, but that can be a project for later, probably after redoing the SW set.)

First one, the Kaiba Corporation's KC logo, in blue, in the centre, with the duellist field arm things Seto created. Used this one for all of my fics that had the focus on Seto, Mokuba, and/or Noa.

Second one, all of the Millennium Items: left to right: the Key, the Scales, the Eye, the Puzzle, the Ring, the Rod, and the Necklace. Used this one for all my other fics.

[electronickingdomfox]

"The Starless World" review

Novel from 1978, by Gordon Eklund. It begins with Kirk reading "War and Peace" in bed, when he gets a call from Spock: they've found a lone shuttlecraft, with a man inside who claims to be Jesus Christ. Okay, you got me hooked! I found this novel quite enjoyable and it kept my interest at all times. It's also well-written, and offers a rare glimpse in the characters' private lives from time to time. My main complaint is that the ending was way too rushed, as if the author realized he had a limit of pages and had to solve everything quick, with a literal deus ex machina.

Some spoilers under the cut:

Well, it turns out the man inside the shuttlecraft is not Jesus Christ, but Thomas Clayton. A previous roommate of Kirk in the Academy, whom he had to report for cheating at exams. The man feels quite a lot of resentment for Kirk, but he has also turned completely mad since his disappearance many years ago. He claims to be actually dead, and be the envoy of a god, Ay-nab. He's put inside an isolation cell, but escapes after knocking McCoy out (this doesn't stop McCoy from doing what he does best, even with a bandaged head: mill around the bridge to annoy Spock).

The Enterprise is suddenly attracted by an inescapable force, and sucked into a Dyson sphere. This is a massive hollow sphere with a star at its center. Inside, it's like those snow globes, where there's a little world in the middle of the glass ball. Something like that but in giant scale. Upon beaming down with Sulu and Uhura, Kirk finds out the world, called Lyra, is a literal paradise. They also come into contact with the natives of the only village that seems to exist there. The natives insist that the star inside the sphere is their god, Ay-nab, something that Kirk can't believe at first.

It soon becomes apparent that something's rotten in Lyra, though. The natives talk about the Strangers, people that their god claims for himself, to feed on them. They're more active at night, like zombies. Also, the constant vigilance of the star, only interrupted by the brief eclipses caused by the inner world's moons, starts feeling truly as a "God is watching you" situation. A Klingon ship has been trapped inside Lyra too. And the Klingons seem all too friendly with Kirk, and too eager to escape that place. The reason: Lyra is travelling straight into a black hole.

That's as far as the plot goes, which I don't feel the need to spoil any further. It's not particularly original, but it's entertaining. Many things are similar to the TOS episode "For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky". I have to give props to the "lady of the day" in this novel, Ola. She's quite likable, brave and useful, and gets to save Kirk (and everyone else) in the end. Ever since Kirk rescued her from a beast, she insists that Kirk is her husband (though he says they're just good friends). She's described as pretty, and Kirk's rejection is probably due to the fact she's written more as a little girl than an adult. Ah! By the way, she's also literally a white-furred chimpanzee, like all the other natives of Lyra.

One thing I liked in this book are those little scenes with the crew, where nothing relevant to the plot is happening, but that flesh them out as persons. Sulu teaches magic tricks with cards to Ola, yet another weird hobby he got into lately. Kirk, McCoy and Uhura are bored in the bridge and start an increasingly absurd debate about the meaning of the phrase "a needle in a haystack" (you know, that kind of conversations that pop out among coworkers when you're tired and bored and becoming a bit unhinged). McCoy tries to tell Spock a riddle, but Spock interrupts him all the time to point out all the inconsistencies in his tale. And it's so obvious he's actually messing with him. Actually, Spock is kind of funny in this book. He's in full logical mode, but with this underlying sarcasm that lets you know he's quite a bitch deep inside. There's also a surprising amount of backstory for Uhura. We learn a lot about her childhood in Senegal and her father (who she gets to meet! well, kind of...). I think that TOS writers in this era had a greater leeway to invent details for the characters, with less constraints from established canon. Unfortunately, the rushed ending doesn't explore the aftermath of Uhura's plot in the novel.

Spirk Meter: 2/10*. Very, very little. But there's one point where Kirk informs Spock that he's going to meet the Klingons alone, and Spock becomes suddenly quite emotional about the danger (as happened in "Devil in the Dark", when Kirk's alone with the horta). In fact, Kirk is disturbed by the emotional display, and says he didn't know about the depth of Spock's feelings on the issue.

Apart from this, Spock leans on McCoy to smell his breath and check if he's drunk. Which, for a Vulcan, suggests an awful lot of familiarity. They're a bit clingy with each other while on the planet, as well.

Also, there's a comedic bit, where Kirk wakes up in sickbay after going through hell, and finds Scotty's face, hovering over him, "the most gorgeous sight he had ever witnessed in his life".

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

[heliads]

requests are open!

it's that time of year!! so excited to announce that requests will be often for as long as possible before my queue fills up. requests will close when i have a request in my queue scheduled to be posted every three days for two months in advance. queued requests can be seen in this post below the 'read more' line so you can tell how much time is left before they close.

things to keep in mind:

please follow my rules. there are very few of them

due to past request volume, i will turn down a lot of requests if they don't follow the rules/don't provide enough detail/are too similar to past fics. more details here

i take requests for all fandoms on my masterlist, but i would love it the most if i got requests for dead poets society, f1, harry potter (esp during the war i want to write angst), the hunger games, the magnificent seven, percy jackson, star trek, star wars, top gun, unwind, or tvd. they're just the ones i'm most motivated about at the moment <3

you can also request fics for a ship instead of a character x reader! i def write for ships, people just haven't requested them that much in the past so i thought i'd remind you all of it :)

happy requesting, everyone!!

xoxo, lisa

fics in the queue:

10/2: fred weasley x reader (reader has a panic attack, fred helps)

10/5: jack wilder x reader (relucant allies to lovers at a fancy gala)

10/8: derek hale x reader (fwb but derek catches feelings and is afraid of that because cmon its derek)

10/11: jack wilder x reader (jack&reader are always having fun and making jokes but they're both secretly afraid that the other doesn't think it's so funny anymore)

10/14: newt x reader (modern au, newt is venom)

10/17: jack wilder x reader (oblivious coffee shop barista reader, deeply in love jack)

10/20: peter hayes x reader (peter gets hit by the mind erasing gas and reader takes care of him, peter's memories come back eventually but he pretends otherwise bc he doesn't want to leave)

10/23: unwind fic!!!!! (connor doesn't try to deliver his letter, finds nelson trying to destroy the antique shop, cannot wait to write this one aaaaaa)

10/26: thomas x reader (tmr modern au, reader is sad and thomas, boyfriend, takes it upon himself to cheer her up)

10/29: bones x reader (reader&bones both work on the enterprise, they always flirt/tease each other until reader gets hurt and then! confession hour!)

11/1: lorenzo berkshire x reader (all of slytherin house is subjected to the extreme pining between enzo&reader)

11/4: genya safin x reader (soft childhood friends to lovers)

11/7: goodnight robicheaux x reader (magnificent seven modern au (yess) with war veteran!goody x librarian!reader)

11/10: zoya nazyalensky x reader (based on mary's song by taylor swift)

11/13: natasha trace x fem!reader (nat is dating reader (callsign sunshine) who's super sweet until someone insults her friends and then! you'd best watch out!)

11/16: strollonso mafia au

11/19: enola holmes x fem!reader (enola + reader, who are dating, launch an attempt to get sherlock + watson together)

11/22: charles leclerc x reader (reader is an engineer, charles keeps flirting but she can't fathom why)

11/25: connor or lev or hayden x reader (unwind character meets a former best friend who has become a clapper and tries to convince the friend not to blow himself up)

11/28: harry potter x reader (harry&reader are dating, harry finds reader almost dead during the final battle and has to use the resurrection stone to save her)

12/1: charles leclerc x reader (reader is a street racer and my boy has a massive crush on her)

12/4: rooster x reader (reader is a baker and dates roo)

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to keep my small business running so I don't get evicted?

I (52M) am technically a partner in an undertaker's business in a small town. Of course, in practice I run it singlehandedly, as the other partner, my father-in-law (76M), has for many years now been unable to work, owing to his age, deafness, and...having a few tiles missing from his roof, so to speak. He hardly understands what I'm talking about half the time, let alone running a business--though he seems to be able to sniff out when I'm drunk like a damn bloodhound, but that's another matter entirely. For the purposes of this account of my circumstances, suffice it to say that only my hard work, and more importantly my ingenuity, stand between myself, my cat (13F), my father-in-law and my wife (31F), and abject destitution.

Now, in recent years I have been finding it increasingly difficult to make enough money to keep us in business. My wife puts the blame on me, saying the business was thriving when her father was in charge of it, and accusing me of spending too much of what little income I do earn on liquor. Now, I put it to you, if you were in my situation--a highly intelligent and educated man, one who deserves a better life than this, and instead is trapped in this decrepit old house with a decrepit old father-in-law to support (I've offered to take care of him more permanently but my "bitter half" always objects to the idea, for some incomprehensible reason), struggling to keep a failing business afloat, and married to a brainless cow like that who constantly torments me with the caterwauling she calls singing--wouldn't you find yourself in need of a drop of liquid consolation from time to time? And yet somehow she continues to insist that this whole situation is MY fault.

It's a thankless job, you know. I've tried everything. I've attempted a variety of money-saving measures, although my sole employee (59M) has the nerve to get judgemental about that, saying it's "not right" to throw a corpse into the grave and reuse the coffin because he "doesn't like to see anyone buried naked" (what, does he think they'll get cold? They're DEAD, for pity's sake!). I don't know who he thinks he is, criticising my morality, when he's a wanted bank-robber and it's only my generosity and the goodness of my heart keeping him safe from the authorities.

Anyway, I am finding myself increasingly hard-pushed for money. Ultimately, a business needs customers, and we simply don't have enough. My wife's been nagging me about our financial situation more than ever, the aforementioned employee has been ungrateful enough to start hinting at a desire to be PAID, and the landlord (how the hell should I know how old he is? he's a penny-pinching old pig, that's what he is! M) has now decided to start making demands that I pay my rent, which APPARENTLY hasn't been paid for a year, and threatening to evict me. What kind of heartless monster would force an undeserving man and his cat (and wife and father-in-law I suppose...) to live in the street?! It's a cruel, harsh world we live in... But even on the rare occasions that someone in this community conveniently dies and provides me with a bit of money, after spending it on various necessities (the "water of life" being among them, along with the occasional new black suit or Inverness cape--one's presentation and apparel are of great importance, you know!), nothing remains to pay the rent with.

So can I REALLY be blamed for deciding that in the absence of customers, my only choice is to create them? My targets are old men, who likely wouldn't have lived much longer anyway, and I make it appear as if they died in their sleep. I choose wealthy ones so I can get paid for their expensive funerals. They were doing no-one any good just sitting there on all that money. I call it enterprising spirit, but my ungrateful employee calls it a crime. I'm starting to think my cat's the only person who isn't constantly casting judgement upon my business practices. (Even she occasionally looks disapproving--but then, you know how cats are, I doubt it means anything.)

Personally, I think I'm just an entrepreneur of death trying to make his way in this cruel and unjust world. Anyone who has a problem with my methods can go to the devil--in fact, I'd happily send them there myself. Back me up on this, won't you, my dear friends? I'm not TA, am I?

[your-name-is-jim]

"Part of me is hoping we'll die so Spock won't die." JIM NO PLEASE

[s1 e11 - The Menagerie Part 1]

[fae-winter]

HC: The Bats? Not who save Gotham.

Dick: Dick is responsible for cleaning up the Gotham City Police department. He returns from his city, intent on helping keep his siblings safe from harm from the Police Department.

Jason: Jason returns from the dead legally. He enters the school system, teaching the youth of Gotham about what they need to know to survive. He teaches them about after school programs, ways to stay off of the streets and out of the gangs. Jason goes and makes sure there are at least two different clubs running each and every night, so that all of the children have somewhere to go.

Tim: Tim starts up programs for any and all children 15+ to come and intern at Wayne Enterprises. Paying internships that run after school, and for all departments. They're taught about the workplace. They learn how to report injuries properly, how to handle harassment, how to track working hours, how to budget their money, and everything else that a child needs to know.

Damian: Damian starts programs to stop animal fighting rings. He opens more no kill shelters, publicizing the need for volunteers and donations. He organizes the shelters to run workshops for approaching wild and stray animals. Workshops for what your pet actually needs to eat. How to properly care for any pet, from a mouse to a cat to a snake to a cow.

Cass: Cass opens dance studios over Gotham, running programs for children who couldn't afford to go otherwise. Her studios double as teaching sign language and braille to those who need extra help in their lives. Studios are understanding about limitations, and they understand how to circle around those limitations so they are no longer limiting.

Duke: Duke opens centers for families that have been affected by the Rogues attacks. He helps teach how to not give in to the anger. How to not let it fester and affect how you see the world. How to move past it, without feeling like you're leaving the ones affected behind.

Stephanie: Stephanie throws herself into cleaning up the foster care and adoption systems. Coded phases to teach the children, if they're old enough to talk, to tell their case worker in case they're having issues at home. Truly good emergency foster homes get set up, ones that have the ability to take in a child the same night the child runs away. Foster homes that are ready, willing, and able to take in children that have been kicked out of their homes for not living up to what their parents want them to be.

Barbara: Barbara becomes mayor. She ensures that all of the changes her people are trying to push through happen. She makes sure that the money is being spent correctly, that no one is embezzling the much needed funds. She helps get permits through for marches, and doesn't allow her city to be harmed any more than what it has already been.

Bruce: Bruce is proud of his children. He enters the fray as Brucie. He dances with Gotham's elite, knowing which elite is the best one for his children's projects. He knows what to say to get the elite to donate, honey words that are as poisonous as Gotham's underbelly.

Alfred: Alfred, well, who do you think taught the Bats that not everything can be solved with fists?

And who do you think eliminates the threats to his charges projects?

So no, the Bats are not the ones who save Gotham.

But the Wayne's are

[verecunda]

can we perhaps hear about treasure island for the blorbo asks, although I am truly not sure if there are enough named characters to even fill all the slots?

Cheers for the ask! Heh, we'll do our best, though some of them might need to double up. ;)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Dr Livesey, without a doubt. Compassionate, snarky, level-headed, not afraid to stare pirates dead in the eye and be like "bitch, try it".

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Poor wee Dick. Save him. XD

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Trelawney! He almost always gets done dirty by adaptations. If they're not making him an out-and-out buffoon, they're making him a villain, and he doesn't deserve that!

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Mrs. Silver! She doesn't even appear for 0.2 seconds, but everything we hear about her makes her, and her relationship with John, sound pretty damn cool.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Hm... Smollett, maybe? He's not exactly a nice person (and not particularly bothered about being nice), and although it is a deliberate dick move to provoke Silver, that bit where he refuses to help him stand up is, well, a dick move. But he's a great character.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Probably Livesey. Isn't there a line somewhere about how he hoped he'd never see combat again? An enterprising fic writer could do so much damage with that stray bit of backstory! >:)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Eh... dunno.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Best Things ~ J.V. (Part 1)

A/n: I'm so sorry but I DESPERATELY needed to get this off my chest before I exploded because I have absolutely NO self control.

I made a playlist

Word Count: 5000+

MASTERLIST

Come in sets of two...

Y/n was an oddball.

At least that's what his parents said- a lot.

"You're such an oddball."

It seemed that they meant it endearingly, but the words stuck with Y/n much more than they probably should have. And maybe that was less because of his parents or even his brother and more because of the media and the other kids that treated him very differently than they usually treated other people.

It probably didn't help that he was a Wayne.

Bruce Wayne was an absolute golden boy. He was responsible, driven, intelligent. He was a staple for Boys Going Somewhere. A face to an idea that everyone absolutely adored. It was known very well that Bruce was going to be the successor to Wayne Enterprises- even though Y/n was two years older. Bruce was good to the core, with a wide smile but a certain professionalism that most adults didn't ever master.He was level headed and figured things out very easily. His parents were incredibly proud of him and held him very dearly, and it showed.

Y/n wasn't anything like him. He preferred staying up late and watching the stars or the sun set and then rise again, compared to understanding anything about business. He was somewhat of an artist. He had notebooks full of drawings and his room was covered with thumbtacked paintings he'd put on his wall with pride, even though most of them were what he was known for: people, animals, or objects that he'd fixated on long enough to paint them... except that they were often multiple things in one painting, and they were all mashed together in a rather alarming sight. He walked around with paint in his hair and on his clothes, his eyes bright and shining and his energy completely uncontained. He had no sense of self control or when to be quiet or calm. Most often he wasn't even found at home, as he went to school and then hung out with friends he'd made on the streets.

It was instantly incredibly obvious the drastic difference between the two boys, and people had been bidding on which one would succeed and which one would flop the very first second Bruce had been born. Every bet was on Bruce making it.

Despite everything, Y/n and Bruce got along very well. Y/n was rather emotional and got upset very quickly when he was ignored, which worked quite nicely with Bruce's curiosity. Y/n could go on for hours about the same thing and Bruce would listen. Bruce could ask questions about one painting for just as long and Y/n would eagerly answer each one, going into as much detail as possible. Y/n pulled Bruce out of his comfort zone and gave him a little fun outside of the expectations that were constantly pressing down on him. Likewise, Bruce took up the mantle and allowed Y/n the complete freedom to be himself and be appreciated for it.

Even the boys' parents had a pretty steady relationship with Y/n. They found him to be a little much, but with Bruce leaving them reassured that their company would be in a pair of capable hands, they were perfectly fine with letting Y/n go absolutely wild. As log as he was safe and everything he did was legal. They might live in Gotham, but the Waynes were good people and that wasn't changing anytime soon.

Overall, they were a very happy family.

Everything changed the night Thomas and Martha Wayne were shot dead on a way home from a movie they'd taken Bruce to.

It had been a night out like any other. Y/n stayed home as usual- it was the only time he could turn his music all the way up and completely lose himself in whatever he wanted to. The others didn't mind. It let Y/n blow off steam and made him much calmer for a while; in addition, they had a night out together and got to bond with Bruce. Sometimes they'd take just Y/n, and sometimes Y/n and Bruce would go out together without their parents, but most of the time it was Thomas and Martha and Bruce, and each Wayne was okay with that.

Y/n was staring at a half painted canvas, eyes wide and fingers trailing the path of his lips. He was loving the loudness and the thumping of the beat under his feet. Like it was in his blood. He smiled, raising the paintbrush.

The door busted open. "Y/N!"

Y/n spun around, startled. In the sharp movement, he knocked over a tiny bowl full of paint. Alfred reached over, turning the music off. "Your parents were shot and killed. Bruce is home early." Red paint dripped down the easel and over Y/n's shoes as the words tried to sink in but failed.It was like looking at something see through or invisible. Like feeling the breeze and wishing to catch it, but never able to close your fingers around empty air. Y/n just couldn't comprehend what Alfred was saying. Sensing his shock, Alfred moved closer. His voice was softer when he repeated, "Y/n. Bruce needs you. He won't admit it, but I can't help him lone.He won;t even admit he needs help. He might open up to you."

"No," Y/n choked out. Martha Wayne was far too kind and gentle. She was warmth and safety incarnate. Something so good and bright wasn't allowed to fade. Like yellow paint,or the sun. She always came back in the morning Always. And Thomas Wayne was... unbreakable. Unshakable. Impossible to even faze, let alone kill. He was unbeatable. Nothing could kill him. He'd live forever. Or, at the very least, go out at his own time when he was completely sure he was ready to. "No."

"Yes," Alfred insisted, shaking Y/n's shoulders violently. Y/n flinched. "Please-"

Without another word, Y/n pushed away from Alfred and sped to Bruce's room. He didn't even knock. Bruce was sitting on his bed, his eyes haunted and his lips resting in a soft frown. His hands were in his lap as he perched on the edge of the bed like he was planning to run any second, but he also seemed cemented in place as if he couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted to. He was scary still, and as his eyes slowly moved from the floor to meet Y/n's gaze, the older Wayne shivered at the darkness in his gaze. "Bruce?"

Bruce nodded stiffly in forced greeting. "Y/n."

Y/n bit his lip. Bruce's gaze fell to Y/n's feet and widened, his hands tightening on his knees. Y/n looked down to see the red paint still on his shoe, beginning to dry, and immediately felt sick. "So-" he cut off, his throat burning like he'd swallowed acid."So they're really-"

"Yeah," Bruce interrupted.

"You were there."

"Yeah."

Silence fell like a piano from a fifth story building. Even when the silence left, the feeling didn't. Both boys were suddenly being crushed under the weight of a ginormous object neither of them could see let alone explain or find the strength to remove. It stayed through the funeral, and onward. It manifested differently for each boy.

Bruce began to dig into his parents' murder, sifting through file after file, night after night. He got little sleep and ate even less often. At least he wasn't hurting himself anymore. That he had done a lot right before Alfred, Y/n, and Jim Gordon had all teamed up to knock him out of it.

Y/n was thrown into the world of business. He was torn away from everything he cared about. His freedom and dreams were stolen ad he was forced to clean up and get into a suit and start taking care of the family company- at least until Bruce was ready. In a few months he lost not only the things he enjoyed and his parents, but also his friends and the easy going way of life. He was beaten down and forced to be calm and collected. He was taught how to not deal with emotions like real men do and handle business that needed to get taken care of. He wasn't a person anymore. He was a tool.

It was unbearable for Bruce. He was losing all of his family in one go and as he tried to fight to make sense of it or keep anything of his old life, people kept trying to knock him down a peg and remind him that he was a child. Even though Y/n, barely 14, was apparently old enough to have the world on his shoulders when he was completely and totally not able to handle it in any way. It was supposed to be Bruce's job.

Finally he managed to prove his capabilities, but not in time to save Y/n. He had been rung out by the press and pushed to the brink and then over by the people at Wayne Enterprises. When he got his free time back, he didn't spend it watching the stars or the sun rise and fall. He didn't spend it painting dogs and lamps. He didn't spend it doodling and ranting to Bruce about all the things he found wonderful about the world. He spent each and every second he had locked in his room, painting.

The colors of each work began to get darker, the themes more twisted. They got better as he fixated on one thing only... unfortunately, that thing was death.

Y/n was spiraling. He didn't take care of himself and sometimes didn't come out of his room for days. Bruce tried to get through to him, but it seemed that something really bad had happened while everyone had expected him to be in charge. The thing was, there were no hints about it and of course no one at the company would fess up about anything. Y/n wouldn't talk about it. Anytime anyone even mentioned Wayne Enterprises, he would pull away and become unresponsive.

Then the Maniax began wreaking havoc.

Y/n's focus suddenly changed. He wasn't fascinated per say by the horrible things going wrong, but more the people that were committing the heinous acts. One day Bruce finally got him to talk about it, and all Y/n had to say was, "I mean, who does that? Who goes around just killing people like it doesn't mean anything? For no reason? Look at the redhead- he shoots one of his own guys for no reason- Look, right there. What kind of mental state would someone have to be in to be so flippant about taking a life?"

The obsession with the Maniax was soon followed by an obsession of killers in general. He was found constantly reading history books about some of the world's worst killers. Then, about Gotham's worst killers specifically.

That was why Bruce went to him when he began to get involved with that same redhead that had set Y/n down this path in the very beginning. "What do you think drives him? I mean, why do what he does?" Bruce asked his brother one day. It had been quite a while since they'd sat down and talked like this. When Bruce would ask questions about something Y/n fixated on and Y/n answered with pure eagerness. This had been the first time the information had been useful or had a realistic application, and it was upsetting.

"Probably some mental disorders. Perhaps some childhood trauma. He's probably immensely desensitized..." He paused. "Jerome Velaska is actually quite odd. He's probably just psychotic, with some serious abandonment issues and a sort of god complex. He wants to be seen and known and craves endless adoration and attention. He'll do anything to get what he wants, and doesn't have the patience or tolerance for anything else. That's why he acts out- it's like he has the mind of a child. He didn't get his way and now he's going to pitch a fit and chuck his toys. His toys being people and the fit being murder."

Bruce swallowed. "That's demented."

"Hm?" Y/n hummed. He blinked then forced himself to nod. He had zoned out and not blinked to bring himself back to the present. "Yeah. He's totally messed up."

Bruce tried not to ask Y/n about Jerome again after that. There had been a strange light in his eyes. A dangerous interest that made Bruce... nervous.

Everything came to a climatic bang when Alfred took the two brothers out to a charity banquet held in honor of a children's hospital. He'd only managed to get Y/n out because he'd been more energetic recently. More in a good mood. A little more like himself. In favor of seeing Y/n be so much like he used to, neither Alfred nor Bruce questioned it.

Boy did they wish they had though.

The night was seeming to pan out rather dull until the Magician came out. Y/n loved Magicians. He always had. He found their skill to pull off even the most obvious tricks was rather impressive. So when the Magician on stage asked for a volunteer and Bruce was chosen, Y/n was a little disheartened.

Bruce, however, seemed that he would rather do anything else. He had been nagging to leave anyway. Y/n stepped forward. "I can go up for you if you want," he offered.

The woman smiled and on stage, the Magician announced, "Ah yes! Just as well, just as well. Please, join us." The woman held out her hand for Y/n and he took it immediately.

Gotham hadn't seen Y/n in a very long time. People tittered and clapped and Y/n felt nervous. He hadn't been in front of a crowd since-

No, he wouldn't think about that. Tonight it was just some good fun and he'd be okay with that. Wasn't he allowed to have fun every once in a while?

The Magician greeted Y/n then opened a box, motioning for him to get in. He did, with a bounce in his step and excitement in his eyes. The box lid closed over top Y/n and the slats were put in place. It was the classic "sawed in half" trick. Y/n was immediately put off though. It would ruin the magic if an audience member did the trick. The assistant always did this trick, because it required a lot of trick of the eye to work. This way, he'd just get cut in-

Y/n's eyes went wide. The Magician above him smiled deviously.

"Does this handsome gentleman have a name?" Suddenly Y/n's body went cold. He knew that voice. Had heard it again and again and again on tv. He had seen that exact smile accompanying it. He was torn between the horror of the very real possibility of death at any second, and awe at finally meeting the man he'd been unable to get out of his head for the last significant amount of time. Since the whole bus full of high schoolers had almost been set on fire and that soon-to-be familiar face was all over the screen during the news broadcast about it. That face that had been and would be on every news broadcast for quite sometime. The Magician hummed, raising his eyebrows, and Y/n swallowed.

"Y/n," he said. There was no point now. He was trapped and at this man's mercy. What could he do? Cry for help? The most anyone would do is laugh it off, even if he could manage to get the lump out of his throat and get any coherent message across. Plus, something far more demanding kept him silent.

An extremely dangerous sense of curiosity.

If he was going to die tonight anyway, he might as well take his last moments to see what Jerome Valeska was like up close.

"Y/n," the not-magician repeated, musing over the name. "Well, Y/n, this won't hurt a bit." He clanged the two large saws together and Y/n felt breathless. What was he doing?! This was absolute madness! "Is there a doctor in the house?" The crowd laughed. The crowd LAUGHED. Of course they laughed. They always laughed. No one cared about Y/n Wayne.

Suddenly Alfred's voice sounded out, rather panicked. Y/n looked over, surprised. Of all people, Y/n didn't think it would have been Alfred who would have intervened. Alfred had been much too wrapped up in taking care of Bruce. Such as everyone was. Despite that, it was him to stumbled out, "Just- wait- excuse--" He held up a hand, everything going quiet and still as he tripped forward. "Just wait, wait, wait one second."

Jerome didn't wait.

The saw came down.

To his own shock, Y/n was fine.

The assistant rolled away his lower half and then returned it just in time for Jerome to lean close and whisper, "Give em a wave." Y/n looked directly into his eyes and his smile wavered. They were a pretty color. Brown, littered with slight blues and green that came alive under the stage lighting.

"I know who you are." The words wouldn't have been heard by anyone else other than Jerome- even if it wasn't for the clapping. Jerome froze, but Y/n didn't wait. He stood, waved to the audience to show he was alright, and then allowed the assistant to take him back to his place next to Bruce and Alfred.

When Jerome spoke gain, his words seemed to be a little different. Y/n placed the emotion when he turned back around again and saw Jerome's eyes glued intently to Y/n. He wasn't blinking. "Some say Y/n here has a split personality." The audience laughed at the pun and then his voice lightened again as he moved onto his next trick. As he called up the mayor an the set up began, the assistant's mask fell off.

Y/n gasped. He knew that face too. Unmistakable. Barbara Keene. Of course. How did Y/n not see that far sooner?

"I should warn you," Jerome teased lightly. "No one is getting out of here tonight alive." The audience laughed and Y/n thought he would feel terror at the words. What was stopping him now? He could whisper to Bruce or Alfred. To that nice lady from before-

It was then that Y/n realized Lee Thompkins was gone.

Jerome flung a knife straight into the Mayor's gut and Bruce stepped forward, gasping in time with the crowd. Y/n was torn. Why was he torn?! This was simple! Stop this! Right? Surely he could do something.

And yet... he found he didn't want to. God what the hell was wrong with him?

The Mayor fell and people began panicking. The gun shot started and Y/n moved without thinking, slipping behind a curtain and out of sight. He began to move through the curtains until he was far enough fromAlfred not to be stopped, then he was ducking to make sure he didn't get shot- and he waited.

He saw Jerome and Barbara tie up Lee and then make a call. He spoke loudly- it wasn't hard to make out at least one side of the conversation. His demands didn't make sense. They didn't line up at all with his character. Why...?

His maniacal laughter suddenly cut off as he turned to face his newly terrified audience. The moment was interrupted, though, by a new voice. "Enough!" Y/n stepped out from hiding to get a better view, only to see a man he didn't know. That was a new experience on this night where Y/n seemed to be able to put a name to ever face in this room that mattered. "It's time for you to pack up your little sideshow and leave," the man continued. Jerome was still grinning. That didn't make sense either. Why didn't he seemed bummed that his fun was getting interrupted, or a little tentative around the new player he hadn't planned his game around? How had this guy even gotten in, with all the guards outside? It felt off. Y/n could sense it immediately. Even the man spoke like he was... reading lines.

And Jerome responded in the exact same way. Like he was in a show. Like he was acting.

The movements of the two men and the way they formed words seemed so out of place. Even the shot of the gun Barbara used... none of it seemed natural.

Without thinking, Y/n stepped forward. The small noise his steps made immediately caught Jerome's attention. His eyes light up, his smile relaxing to a much more natural place. This was Jerome. The change was impossible to miss for Y/n, who had been carefully studying him so long.

"You," Jerome called, pointing directly at Y/n for the first time tonight. This felt even more thrilling than when Bruce had been picked. Now there was no charade or manipulation. It was just Jerome and Y/n. "Come here." He held up a gun, obviously ready to threaten someone's life to get Y/n to obey, but he was already moving before the words could leave Jerome's mouth. "What a nice boy." Y/n should have been at least pretending to be phased, but he was far too caught up in analyzing Jerome that he didn't think about how his step was confident and unfaltering, taking him to Jerome without any hesitation. He didn't think about the expression on his face, but how it made Jerome specifically respond. By simply having an emotion other than fear, Y/n had caught Jerome's attention and was reveling in it. Jerome could see that too, and it seemed to entertain him even more.

"You just gonna stare at me all day?" Y/n whispered softly, trying not to let his lips twitch into a smirk. Was he... flirting? It felt like he was suddenly outside of his body, watching this train wreck happen, unsure of who was in control or why he was doing anything he was.

Jerome seemed to be absolutely loving it. "Stand here with me." His voice was soft as silk, near purring. Y/n moved to where he motioned and stayed silent. The problem with his new placement: everyone could see his reactions now, not just Jerome. It was time to start acting at the very least.

Turns out he didn't much need to.

Jerome was easily terrifying as he was charismatic.

Every time Y/n thought he had caught on to Jerome schtick, he did something that threw Y/n off completely again. It was all fun and games, playing at murder but then pulling out some joke shot that didn't really make any sense. Did he actually want to keep all of us hostage? Wasn't it enough to have a few? Bruce, me and Alfred because Bruce was Gotham's golden boy, and he wouldn't let anything happen to me or Alfred. Lee Thompkins because she was his bargaining chip. The four of us would be plenty enough of a bargaining chip, maybe a handful more just in case. Why spare everyone, if he really did like killing so much?

There was something to Jerome that really intrigued Y/n. He wondered what the maniac was really thinking. What really drove him to act this way. To take control of a whole room full of Gotham's richest of the most well meaning... only to ask for ridiculous, nonsensical demands and not kill a single one of us.

Again Y/n got that sense, like something else major was actually happening here.

Y/n was zoning out. Missing things. He couldn't focus on the act going. The show that had more layers than what was originally apparent. He missed the whole throw down with Barbara and Lee as well, but caught the gist: Barbara was apparently in love with JimGordon and fancied that they'd end up together. Lee was apparently getting in the way of that. Blah, blah, blah. Girl drama and psychopaths and romance and delusion. Barbara almost killed Lee. Jerome stopped her. So on and so forth.

Then, Jerome attention was on Y/n again all of a sudden, even though he'd been carefully ignoring the boy he'd called up on stage until that point. He grinned at Y/n, the knife he'd taken fromBarbara manifesting in Jerome's hand. The redhead used it more like a finger than a weapon. He ran the dull side of the back of the blade under Y/n's chin, the flipped it so the blade was pressed gently to Y/n's skin. "My favorite volunteer," he said slowly, stepping far too close for what should have been comfortable. "You know, I've seen you on TV."

"And I, you." He hadn't meant to respond, but it had slipped out before he could stop it.

Jerome's head tilted as he popped his chin in pride. "Well, of course. I was meant to be on the big screen. I made my own way. It was my choice to end up where everyone could see me." He took a deep breath in. "You, however... what a scandal." Suddenly Y/n couldn't breath. Jerome roared in giddy, insane laughter. "There he is!" He turned to the audience, motioning to the slight shake of Y/n's body and the sickly pale tint to his skin. "There's that fear! That fear or hate or disgust or whatever it is you all feel for me... except for you." He looked back at Y/n. "We're so similar, Y/n," he sighed. "I'm an orphan too, you know. I don't fear death either."

"You killed your parents," Y/n managed to get out through gritted teeth.

Jerome tilted his head back and forth. "Details, details." The knife was at Y/n's throat again. "You're no fun anymore, you know. Everyone stops being fun at some point. I will give you one thing: you lasted longer than most." The knife pressed further into Y/n's throat and he sucked in a sharp breath as it broke skin, a single drop of blood making a vibrant path down his pale skin.

Gun shots. Suddenly Jerome spun, pressing Y/n's back to his chest, moving the blade so Y/n's was a hostage instead of the focused on target. There was a bit of chaos in the crowd, and Y/n's eyes widened to see Alfred and Jim Gordon of all people mowing through Jerome's lackies. Jim turned his barrel toward Y/n and Jerome. "Let him go!" He shouted. Jerome's giggle rang right next to Y/n's ear. Whatever weird spell from before that had Y/n controlled and calm and still broke and he flinched back away from the blade. Unfortunately, that only brought him closer to Jerome. After a second Jim defeatedly announced, "I don't have a clean shot. Jerome shifted, obviously eager in his moment of victory.

"Stay calm, Y/n," Alfred eased. Bruce was shuffling, knowing it wouldn't help to rush in but having to use every bit of his self control to stop himself from doing just that. He couldn't lose Y/n too. His brother was part of the quickly dwindling family he still had left.

Jerome's breath sounded in Y/n's ear as he gritted his teeth, switching from plying a game to planning an escape. Of course he wanted to get out of here alive. "It seems like we've got ourselves in a bit of a pickle. "What do you say Sweetheart?" Jerome mumbled in his ear. He was twitching, rocking a little from foot to foot. "Why don't we boost our ratings, hm?" The knife moved from one side of Y/n's throat to the other, drawing the smallest line of blood. Y/n gasped, his body shaking in suddenly very real fear. He wondered if this is how his parents had felt, or if they'd died too fast to really be afraid of dying at all. "Smile." Jerome began his wild, broken chittering of a laugh again.

This was familiar. Jerome had been waiting all night to kill someone, and for whatever reason he hadn't. Unfortunately, that meant he was definitely not going to hesitate to now. Y/n closed his eyes, and echoing, "NO!" Coming from his younger brother before he was sure he was about to be enveloped by darkness.

"I said, enough." Jerome let go of Y/n in surprise and both boys turned, unsure where to move from here. Not knowing how to switch gears. There stood the man from earlier. Theo Galavant. Theo grabbed Jerome by the color and drove a knife into the side of his neck. Y/n made a weird, half-choking, half-squeaking sound as the blade made impact into flesh, the audience gasping behind him.

Y/n couldn't move. He fell backwards, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself as he made his way off the stage and to the ground. Theo must have thought he was further, but he heard it. He heard what the man said next. "I know, I know, I know," he cooed as Jerome choked, dying. Y/n blinked, trying to clear his head. So many thoughts were swimming through it and his chest had begun to tighten and twist. He couldn't breathe. He could still hear though. "This isn't what we rehearsed. I'm so sorry Jerome. You have real talent! But no, you see, the plot thickens. Enter: the hero."

Something horrible settled into Y/n's stomach as Jerome spoke again, his voice weak and raspy. "You... said... I was... gonna be..." He died before the sentence could finish, and Y/n was running. Ramming into Bruce, the boys holding each other tightly as Alfred enveloped them both with his arms.

"It's over," Alfred reassured. "You're safe now, Y/n, it's okay."

The words sounded sincere and full of relief, but Y/n couldn't shake that things were far from over. In fact, he was sure they'd only just begun.

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Do you have anything where they're detectives or cops?either of them it doesn't have to be both, like Catch Me If You Can and the Handcuffing Of Kurt Hummel

You Stole My Breath Away by teilo 

Blaine is an FBI agent assigned to the Art Crime Team. He is investigating a rash of valuable works of art that have been stolen and at one point belonged to Jewish families during World War II.

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Hidden in the Deep by LauGS

Kurt Hummel’s only concern was getting the perfect role in the perfect Broadway show. But when one night he witnesses a real nightmare, Kurt’s focus shifts from saving his career to saving something much more important: his own life.

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Mr. Congeniality by ifinallyfoundsomeone

Bomb threats are being sent to the newly made Mr. America pageant and FBI Agent Blaine Anderson has taken up the position of being an undercover agent to save the pageant. With some extreme grooming and guidance from his pageant consultant, Blaine infiltrates the world of Men’s pageants. Making some interesting friends, and maybe he even winning the heart of his slave driver pageant consultant, the gorgeous and fascinating, Kurt Hummel.

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Trigger Warning by @inkystars

Blaine Anderson is one of the top international spies in the world, but is very insistant upon keeping his husband, Kurt Hummel, in the dark about that matter. Which ends up being a bit of a problem when Kurt is kidnapped 

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The Heir by @klaineanummel

Kurt Hummel is not having a good week. He just got thrown out of his half-sister's wedding, his dad cut him off, and he's being forced to work a real job for the first time in his life. He's pretty sure that things can't possibly get any worse.

That is, of course, until his step-brother Finn (and the only family member he genuinely likes) is found dead at the base of the Hummel Enterprises building.

Although his death is originally ruled a suicide it is soon discovered that it was anything but. Soon, Kurt finds himself thrown headfirst into a dangerous murder investigation; one which somebody does not want him to get out of alive.

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Bang Bang by Afterthenovels

Kurt has a very loud birthday party. Blaine is the police officer who gets the noise complaint. It doesn’t go so well, until it does.

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After Echoes by WasteNoTime

Blaine Anderson is a prostitute whose client is murdered before his eyes. He is thrown into witness protection together with Special Agent Kurt Hummel, whose job is to keep him safe. But, with nosy neighbours and a notorious crime family snapping at their heels, it’s not that easy. Especially when feelings get involved.

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NYPD by inkinmyheartandonthepage

Blaine is a new police officer to NY and is partnered with Noah Puckerman. It's through him that he meets Kurt who will change his life for ever. Cop!Blaine. Klaine! rated T for safety.

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Happy Reading!

HKVoyage

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