#alias fic

welcome to [gestures wildly] this

it’s something i’m currently writing something for ao3. it’s experimental for me, I’ve almost no idea what I’m doing despite spending 80% of my time planning the plot.

warning: it is rated mature and may change to explicit in the future. tags are updated, please read them carefully. if you think I missed something please let me know.

crash course summary is thus:

I just finished reading alias and as awesome a read as that was the ending lowk broke my heart, all in all, it was beautiful!

I was wondering if we're ever going to get a sequel to it hehe<3

hi!!! thank you for reading and enjoying my beloved alias!! :3

Reed’s apartment was a little out of Tina’s way, so she surprised him with her offer of a ride—then was less surprised when Tina turned it into an opportunity to give him her thoughts, at length, on the way he lived. From the state of his apartment to the neighbourhood he lived in, no aspect was safe. She didn’t listen to his protests, didn’t notice the way he grumbled at her lively monologue—Tina lectured him on proper home safety, about keeping his windows locked overnight ‘no matter how sweet the visiting strays are’, even as she tickled the offending visitor’s head between the ears. The turncoat purred at considerable volume, flaunting how much she enjoyed the attention.

In the car they bickered happily, covering everything from Tina’s recent social exploits and station gossip to the news, peppered with sly questions from Tina about Reed’s well-being. He let the ones he noticed slide by without challenge; Tina made him feel human, feel like himself for a while, in that bright-lit, early morning bubble. Her worry didn’t feel threatening. It felt like care.

Until she stopped being gentle.

So I'm working on this fic, right? And because my brain moves at zero or one hundred miles per hour always I'm building the evidence board for the case I'm writing about.

Fic spoilers for chapters 3 onwards, if you care about that sort of thing!

I may not have listed it in my challenge, but someone out there knows Alias was my first television love (and Syd/Vaughn my first true OTP).

The ferocity of her scrawling hand matches the vibrancy of her clown-red hair, the severe black of her turtleneck, and the significant swell of her cheek; this woman oozes intensity, a combination of mystery and focus he’s never encountered.The sandwich he brought sits neglected, exchanged for a fresh pen, and he wants to insist she eat something until his eyes roam over her writing and read about the torture-via-dental-extraction used against her, prompting him to offer the name of a dentist instead and earning him a smile from her eyes since it probably kills her to move her mouth at all.