#Detective Jane Rizzoli

[superfandomcorp]

😂

[nickyyyy]

My first Rizzles fanart ever (I think)

As you can see, I’m still trying to figure out how to draw them, I’m getting there…slowly

[19panophobia16]

Hot take, but after rewatching Rizzoli and Isles, I see Maura actually being really attracted to Jane looking at her like she loves her as more than a friend, whereas Jane looks at Maura with love for her only as a friend, nothing more. They do love each other, of course, but I don't see the love Maura has for Jane in Jane's eyes. The way they protect and care for eachother is also very different.

[superfandomcorp]

😍 Jane

Queen of expressions 😎☺️

[aristotle0]

drawing the coolest detectives in the world part 4 (/?)

Jane Rizzoli I'll never forget you, you're THE woman

🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

Thank you, everyone! 🙏🙌

[aesthetic--mood]

Jane Rizzoli Aesthetic

[steelthroat]

I think the perfect man is actually the weird mix between Spencer Reid and Patrick Jane, with a hint of Castle playfullness.

Yes.

[superfandomcorp]

Maura & Jane 💓

[nickyyyy]

Rizzles role-swap AU anyone?

So, as you guys may know, I have drawn a role-swap AU for SwanQueen this aaaand this and more!

And so I thought, hm, why not make a Rizzles one?

Aaaaand here they are!

Detective Isles

And Doctor Rizzoli

This idea is from this tiktok!

Do you guys want me to actually make the tiktok? 👉👈

[anthrofreshtodeath]

— hugging and absentmindedly kissing their neck, resulting in mortification for one of them

Again, several people asked for this prompt, but I am placing it here! I saw each request, thank you.

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“Don’t approach, I smell like sewer water,” Jane said as she walked through Maura’s door, finally, after eleven pm. She held up her hands when makeupless, robe-wearing Maura shut the refrigerator door and squealed at the sight of her. The hands stopped Maura midstride, but only because Jane appeared both serious and forlorn.

“I don’t care,” Maura replied honestly, impatient fingers drumming against her own hips. “I haven’t seen you in days.”

Jane dropped a spackle- and plumber’s putty-covered bag to the foyer floor, and trudged toward that closed fridge door. “Trust me, you’ll care when you get close,” she sighed. Maura watched her stare at the contents of the beer shelf for long seconds, more from exhaustion than from indecision. “A pipe burst and after we got the water turned off I almost killed Tommy,” said Jane. She grabbed a Peroni and dropped her shoulders with a huff. “This is the last job I help him with.”

“Is that what the stains are?” Maura asked, and when Jane turned around, lip of the bottle to her mouth, Maura arched her brow. “They look like salt.”

Jane held her arms out and looked down. “That would be a terribly unfortunate wrong guess,” she said, but the opening was all Maura needed to swoop in.

She hugged long, and firm, and deep - the way she’d intended since Jane first walked in. Hugs had become this way between them, more boundaryless, less friendly. More satisfying. And Jane was right, the smell of old standing water and all manner of waste lingered as they embraced. 

And Maura was right, too: she didn’t care. 

Her toes, bare and clean from her evening shower, the one that stripped her of the deco smell, wiggled against the thick soles of Jane’s workboots, just as spotted with gray as her toolbag. 

Jane fell forward into the hug like she always did. Right after stiffening, she melted into a puddle around Maura, arms tight, shoulders slumped, head bending like the rest of her into the crook of Maura’s neck.

Maura’s little secret for the previous few months was that she turned her head to allow Jane more space, because when she did, every time she did…

Jane grasped against the small of her back and inhaled with gusto against Maura’s thumping jugular. Maura even wore the French perfume Jane liked, that she knew Jane liked because of moments like the one they shared now. 

But this time, one tiny thing changed, and before Maura could hide her second squeal of the evening, Jane kissed Maura’s neck when she turned to get a better whiff. 

“Oh!” Maura yipped in surprise; though, when she thought about it, hadn’t she been preparing the both of them for it since they shifted into these types of hugs? Hadn’t she intended to draw Jane out?

Jane stood ramrod straight as soon as she heard it, and the color drained from her face. “Oh, my god,” she said, mouth agape. “Maura, I am so sor-”

Maura yanked Jane closer when she tried to pull away. “No!” she shouted, then quieted when Jane’s eyes blew open. “No. I don’t care.”

“You don’t-”

“Stop, that’s not right, either,” Maura revised her echo, “I care. What I mean to say is… this is a development that pleases me.”

This time, Jane’s brow arched upward. “Is that right, Sherlock?”

Maura pursed her lips in confusion at Jane and her barely-there smile. “I think out of the two of us, you’d be Sherlock, and I’d be Doctor Watson. But yes, it is right. I’m tired of you not kissing me.”

“Tired?” Jane asked, like she still could not believe Maura’s mortification didn’t match her own. “Wait. Is this… is this what the perfume is about right before bed? You’ve been doin’ it all the time.”

Maura blushed. “Did it work?”

Jane lurched forward, leaning into their embrace again, this time pulling Maura off the ground before sniffing the side of her neck with gusto. “Oh it worked, alright. I am going to scrub all this grime offa me, and then show you how much it worked.”

Maura’s third squeal fluttered through the living area as Jane carried her past the kitchen and to the bottom of the staircase.

[thelastevilregal]

Sorry I can't stop thinking about swanqueen/rizzles wife swap.

Maura and Emma would go out solving cases. Emma would surprise Maura with her competence and be considered honorary detective of the week at the station. Maura would also be surprised when she shares her fun facts and Emma listens attentively and any teasing comments made are gentle instead of mean spirited and rude.

Emma tells Maura about magic, expecting some stupid "magic vs science" debate but all she gets is Maura's interested nods and careful questions. She wants to learn as much about Emma's world as she can.

The two bond over being separated from their bio parents as newborns, and what it was like to grow up feeling lost in the world. They talk about finding purpose in life and navigating complicated family relationships.

The conversations are always pleasant and respectful.

Meanwhile at the Mills mansion, everything is on fire, at least three fairytale characters have been fatally shot as a result of Jane's trigger happy tendencies, and Jane is in a coma after one too many screaming matches with Regina earned her a bite of one very tasty apple turnover.

[detective-jane-rizzoli]

Thank you, everyone! 🙏🙌

[elotangerine]

I love it when writers describe something so intense that you can almost feel it. Still one of Tana French’s finest pieces of writing.

[stripedwolf88]

Aw thank you so much friend!!! 💚💚💚

I'm happy you're alive too

i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

[nickyyyy]

I drew this weeks ago, it just popped in my head!

(I might blame a fic I’m reading, I made my own version of their kid)