#frasier au

[beatrixacs]

I've just come up with a Frasier AU Reylo story and my fingers itch to write it... If only I had all the time in the world.

Imagine Ben renouncing his family and running off from Seattle to Boston to work for the high-profile law firm owned by Snoke. Years later, he is on the edge of nervous breakdown and quits for the sake of his sanity. Snoke lets him go but bleeds him dry - Ben loses everything from his expensive apartment and luxurious car to money and reputation. Humiliated, he returns back home.

His parents, Han and Leia, are not willing to accept him back so easily after he broke their hearts but they make him an offer - to live together with Leia's twin brother Luke.

Luke is a former cop who had to retire due to the injury that forces him to walk with the help of the cane, turning him into a bad-tempered loner. Han and Leia try to stimulate him but to no avail so they hope that living with someone would help him both in social life and also to have someone who would keep an eye on him.

However, Ben and Luke basically hate each other because according to Luke, he used to protect the innocent while Ben helped the criminals to avoid justice.

But Ben begrudgingly agrees because he has no other choice. He has no money, nowhere to live, Snoke closed all the doors for him and he can't find a proper job.

And that is how their cohabiation starts.

Ben eventually finds a job in a pro bono legal service which he hates at first due to his snobbish nature but, as the time passes, he learns to humbly enjoy it. Thanks to that, he and Luke find a way to each other and become true family as the uncle and the nephew.

In the meantime, Ben requests from Leia to hire a live-in housekeeper and physical therapist for Luke. The woman is an English woman called Rey.

Just like Luke, she becomes the reality check for Ben who hates her guts at first because "she conspires against him with Luke" but her naturalness, beauty and gall bewitch him in the end and he falls in love with her.

Oh, and Luke has a dog by the name of Artoo.

[wheneverfeasible]

How dare you leave this addition out.

I’m just imagining Mike’s reaction jfc.

Steve as a late night radio DJ, with Robin as his producer (because my partner has made me watch so much Frasier lol). He's got the sexy voice and Eddie, frontman of successful metal band Corroded Coffin, still remembers him from Hawkins and, ugh.

But, well, his manager set up the interview and it would cause more of a stir to no-show than it would to turn up and bicker with some washed up former high school bully. It's a different city, a different decade; maybe King Steve won't even remember him.

So Eddie turns up, and he actually beats Steve there. To the point of the show starting and it's just him in the booth, chatting awkwardly with Robin to fill the air. It gets less awkward the more they talk, idly catching up on old small town bullshit and what it's like to go from isolated baby queers ("I thought I was totally alone!" "Really? You didn't clock the black bandana hanging out of my pocket for five of my six years in high school?" "Sorry old timer, I was still in middle school for part of that." "Oh fuck off, Ms. 'I went to Sarah Lawrence and all I got was this awesome girlfriend.'" "Sorry Eddie, we can't all be super late bloomers like you.") to Actually Successful And Functioning Adults. (She's kind enough not to mention his single but unfortunately well known brush with rehab, other than to congratulate him on his seven year chip.)

And then Steve bursts in, huffing and puffing and diving for the headphones and mic to apologize to both them and the audience for being late. He doesn't even try to offer an excuse until Robin asks, "Uh, Steve? Want to share with us why your arm's in a sling and one of your eyebrows looks like it got flambéd right off your face?"

Which turns into a very put-upon but entertaining retelling of Dustin Henderson ("Oh damn, Henderson! I fell outta touch with him ages ago. How is that little shit?" "Married. He didn't end up converting to Mormonism, but they still have enough kids to make up half a basketball team." "Is that... a lot?" "Six, Munson. They have six kids." "Which is funny, because he made soooo much fun of Steve for wanting that many back in the day." "Yeah. Showed him." "Fuck, my condolences to his wife if they all inherited his big head. You gotta give me his number after this. Or—DUSTIN, if you're listening to your babysitter's show, come to my next concert and there'll be two backstage passes with your name on it! Or, well, that embarrassing nickname your radio girlfriend used to call you, since I think I've blurted out your full government name by now." "That girlfriend is actually his wife now." "No shit?! Wow, I can't believe one of my little lost sheepies has managed to keep the same girl for over a decade. Is she really hotter than Phoebe Cates?" "Oh, she is smokin." "Robin, don't make it weird." "Oh it's okay, she already knows. I told her.") ... A very put-upon but entertaining retelling of Dustin Henderson coming over to discuss plans for Ma Henderson's birthday, and bringing a cherries jubilee that Suzie had made so he could literally demonstrate the flambé presentation ("Listeners, I swear I did not know, when I asked Steve about his flambéd eyebrow, that it was a literal flambé accident. Eddie, can you confirm?" "I can confirm, Robin. We received no heads-up calls or messages from Steve before or during the show. It was serendipitous irony, 100% pure.") but poured waaaaay too much brandy on, and then Steve tripped in his mad dash for the fire extinguisher ("He was no help at all, just stopped dropped and rolled right there in the middle of the damn kitchen." "How are his eyebrows?" "Ugh, I have more of them than he does right now but at least his match. Don't worry everyone, he's fine. No nerds were injured in the course of this improv slapstick comedy routine that is my life. I swear to god, I need a girlfriend or a boyfriend or someone reasonable to hang out with besides all you weirdos." "Aw, you love us." "Yeah Stevie, what would you do without your loving nerd squad?" "Yeah, yeah... But don't try to leave yourself out of this Munson, as far as I'm concerned you're still the king of all nerds. And if you're reconnecting with Dustin, you're stuck with us too.") and had to stop by urgent care on the way to work.

Throughout all of this, Eddie is not twirling a lock of hair around one finger... but only because it's tied haphazardly back to keep it out of his face for the day. Steve is different from the guy he remembers strutting the halls of Hawkins High. Still all freckles and hair and charismatic grin, but he carries himself differently. More solidly built in his mid-thirties than his late teens, with a layer of softness that suits him. Calmer and settled, with the kind of confidence that comes with growing up. And the girlfriend or boyfriend thing? Holy shit. Holy shit. King Steve? Who knew? But, well, it explains why Steve and Robin are so close, Eddie guesses.

The Steve Harrington that Eddie had known back in the day hadn't exactly been the worst of the bullies, but he'd been friends with them, and they had spouted plenty of homophobic shit. And Steve had been looking right at him as he'd said it, like he's aware that Eddie is terminally single and maybe, just maybe, there was a flicker of a question in his eyes.

Eddie has been publicly out for a while now, and the thing is... Steve is definitely his type. So he leans into it a little, testing the waters. And Steve responds to it like a sunflower greeting the sunrise.

By the end of the show Robin is slapping post-its on the glass partition that read "Get his number dingus" and "Get a room" and Don't make that face at me, yes I do know that he can see these too and I don't care, GET IT or I will recruit Dusty-dun to my cause" and "To clarify, the cause is getting you laid. Eddie, take note, he's allergic to latex."

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[sammys-magical-au]

Obi-Wan: alright. Let’s just drink our coffee and have some light, frothy conversation.

Anakin: fine. *takes sip*

Obi-Wan:

Obi-Wan: are you in love with Senator Amidala?

Anakin: *spits coffee everywhere*

Obi-Wan: … that was a bit frothier than I imagined.

[sunpoppa]

Once again making content that literally no one asked for, ever

[harveybwabbit92]

[Spark doll/ soulmate au: R/n, Z and Zero are riding the elevator when a lady walks in.]

R/n, nervously: Someone followed me again last night.

Zero: Ah, you're just being paranoid.

R/n: I'm telling you they're on to me.

Z: Come on. Nobody could recognize you after all that plastic surgery.

[the woman on the elevator with them becomes alarmed at this] 

R/n: That's what Marlena thought.

Zero : Marlena got sloppy. She never should have gone back to Zurich.

R/n: I just don't want any more bloodshed.

Z: Relax. You're home free.

R/n: You don't know the Woodchuck and his ways...

[the elevator doors open and the woman rushes out in fear. And the three of them start laughing]

R/n : Oh, we're terrible!

Zero: We are? You are! "The Woodchuck and his ways"?

Z : You know, we really should stop doing this. It's not nice.

R/n : Ah, you're right. We won't do it anymore.

[The elevator doors open and a man steps on.]

Z: How did you pull it off?

R/n: Hm?~

Zero: How'd you get the stuff through customs?

R/n: Oh, they never check the fake tits...

[The man glances nervously over his shoulder.]

[nilescraneisaforevermood]

😍🥺

Frasier Hospital AU

Where Niles is the Head of the Psychiatry Department a Seattle General Hospital and Daphne is the Chief Physical Therapist.

He heals minds. She mends bodies.

He's uptight, snobby, brilliant, caring and trustworthy

She's stubborn, rough, witty, passionate and loyal

They get on like a house on fire, working together on the hardest cases, supporting and lifting each other up.

And one day, they will realise that being friends and colleagues is not enough and they will embark on a beautiful life-changing journey.

[cloudn9nesys]

IT DIDNT POST THE FIRST TIME NOOOO

Anyways this may be the legitimate best thing I'll ever draw with my Nemesis

Alex my beloved <3

[gracegrove]

Harringrove 90s au/Frasier crossover

Tw for: implied panic attack, implied depression, mental health themes, implied dark-ish/teensy bit angsty, era-appropriate sexuality stereotyping

It's 1994 and Steve is a mover and shaker in the hot, hot, hot real estate market of the Seattle metropolitan area. Finding a slump in his mood and a slow in his lunch hour between daily showings, Steve begins calling in to a popular local radio show on KACL for an emotional pick-me-up with radio personality and psychiatrist, Dr. Frasier Crane.

At first Steve is just a passive listener, but after hearing first hand during his lengthy commutes, how this soothsaying guru can calm and put the pep back in his caller's days Steve gives him a call.

"I dunno Doc, I just don't have that spark anymore..." He sighs into his cellular phone from the driver's seat of his year-model Buick. "Y'know what I mean? Like, it felt like everything was in my grasp and now it's just..." He grumbled in frustration.

The psychiatrist chuckled warmly through the phone line, "well Steve, a lot can change a man over time. When would you say you last felt that spark?"

Steve looked out the car window, caramel eyes reflecting upon the Puget Sound but his mind seeing the soft rolling hills and shallow valleys of central Indiana. Thoughts settling over gentle golden curls waving in the breeze.

"Steve? Are you still with us?" The radio host coaxed.

Steve opened his eyes, the vision fading from view. "Yeah. I'm here..."

Steve progressively becomes a regular call-in. Sharing more overtime about how he left behind 'a special someone' and how he regrets and second guesses so much about his life because of it. Thinking "if only I'd stayed. If only I'd told them how much they really meant to me". Feeling that his life really doesn't amount to much because of the decisions he made, or didn't... in the past. The radio host's producer, Roz, begins an unofficial fan club for Steve. Cheering him on, and giving him small pep talks each time he is in the call queue to talk with Dr. Crane. "Hey kid, how's it going today? How'd that date go? She sounded real nice! Things'll look up!"

Approximately a year later, Billy moves to Seattle picking up a transfer from his employer, hoping that working for the company's flagship will help him climb the pay scale faster. And leave the local union politicking and small-town, big-ego dickwads in his rearview mirror.

Things have improved somewhat for Billy over the years but it's still not great, and he seeks the services of a local psychiatrist, Dr. Niles Crane. Billy works with Dr. Crane to unpack and explore how his past experiences may have influenced his "current level of functioning", or so Dr. Crane says. They do a lot of daydreaming, picturing, and hypothetical scenarios that Billy sometimes despises and other times finds amusing. He also finds Dr. Crane's neurotic disposition rather endearing and thus decides to remain a loyal patient for the time being.

Cut to Billy's third month living in Seattle when it happens. He suffers a major setback. Calling Dr. Crane's emergency number in a panic. He can't breathe, he's hyperventilating and speaking so frantically that Dr. Crane can hardly understand him.

"Billy, you sound so terribly upset. I know that we discussed rather hefty themes in session this week. What's going on?" Dr. Crane's chittery voice spoke, encompassing the gravity of the moment.

"Him..." Billy gulped down air, his throat dry and lungs burning. "I saw him today. He was never supposed to be here." Billy moaned in distress.

"Take a breath Billy, and one, two, three, four, five. Out." His psychiatrist prompted him. "This is highly unusual indeed. I can understand now why you are so concerned." The sound of papers rustled on the other end of the phone. "Billy, would you like to come in sooner?"

A shaken exhale, "Yes."

Meanwhile somewhere else in Seattle Steve is the brightest he's been in years. He practically feels like he could walk on air. He has to share this, so he calls in.

"Doc the most amazing thing has happened!" Steve is beaming ear to ear. "Well, Steve it certainly sounds stupendous with that tone! Let's hear the good news!" His radio therapist encourages.

"I saw them!" Steve gushes. "Them! The special someone I told you about. They're here in Seattle. Now's my chance! I gotta tell them!" Dr. Crane smiles, "Ah, serendipity... Steve, you must take her while she is still yours."

Steve didn't quite understand the doctor's point but he appreciated the sentiment. "Thanks, Doc. Y'know I'm gonna look 'em up. Take them to a nice dinner. Make things right this time." Dr. Crane clapped his hands together, "Steve that's a lovely idea! And might I be so bold as to suggest that you consider taking your special someone to La Belle Gourmande? The ambiance is divine... and the prices aren't half bad either."

Two nights later Steve was sitting at the restaurant, nervously drumming his fingers on the table, his eyes flitting up every time a person walked by. He was tense, feeling suffocated in the crispest white button down he owned. Fidgeting with undoing the second button from the top and then redoing it. He couldn't afford to screw this up, the phone call had already been botched.

It took some effort, randomly dialing the number of a familiar name in the Seattle area, but luckily not many people had the same name as his 'special someone'. When their voice came over the line and Steve heard it for the first time in nearly a decade, he choked. Couldn't even utter a "hello". "Who's this? Fucking answer or I'm hanging up." In an all out rush Steve replied.

"-lo!'s Steve! youwannagetdinner ...'n catch up?" he rushed out in a frazzle.

The other end of the line was silent for a beat, the tension broken with a soft chuff.

"Ketchup?" the voice asked bemused, followed by another pause. "Where?"

Squinting at his messily scrawled note taped to the cabinet, Steve replied, "this place owned by some Belle lady. Comes highly recommended."

There was a pause. "Steve... this can't be -"

"Please come," Steve begged.

As Steve waits for his 'special someone' to show, a certain radio personality ducks into a corner booth and picks up a menu, Dr. Frasier Crane. He has become so invested in his caller's well-being that he has come to the restaurant to watch Steve from afar. To root for him, and watch his little bird spread its wings and fly. Or so it would seem.

"Frasier? What on earth are you doing here?" Dr. Crane looks up from his crooning over his 'patient', his eyes panic-stricken and caught. "Niles?" His brother, the younger Dr. Crane is also here.

Frasier's eyes dart to the menu for a saving excuse, "It's the soup du jour Niles," he deflects craftily, "everyone knows the Gourmande has the best Soupe au Pistou on the western seaboard." Niles rolls his eyes and follows Frasier's worried gaze over to the young man at a nearby table. "That may be true Frasier, but I believe you are here for more than just soup." Frasier sniffs indignantly about to snap out a reply when Niles hastily takes up the opposite seat in his booth and hides his face behind a menu.

Frasier cranks an eyebrow high and looks at his brother accusingly. "And pray tell what fare Provençal brought you to dine here?" he moons sarcastically. Niles peers over the edge of his menu at the other table, as a blonde man arrives. Frasier gasps dramatically and shields himself behind his menu as well.

"Mouchard!" Frasier hisses at his brother treacherously. Niles looks back at him unamused and replies, "says the snoop, snooping." They exchange glares and peek over their menus to watch the scene unfold.

Steve abruptly bumps the table, standing up quickly the minute he sees them. Him. The blonde. He can't help but smile, his chest is aching, fully flooded with a torrent of emotions.

"I don't understand," Frasier says in confusion, looking at Niles and then back over the menu. Niles looks over his menu, eyebrow cocked, "What?" "He talked as if... well... his 'special someone' was..." Frasier was fumbling uncomfortably with his words and reasoning. "You thought Billy was a woman?" Niles completed. Frasier winced, "Steve never said he loved a man. I just assumed..."

They both peered over again. "Assumptions get us nowhere Frasier. They leave us to speak for others in spaces we don't know. Only they know their truth." Frasier nodded slowly, the information sinking in. "Too right you are Niles. I was wrong to presume Steve's path to a whole self was like my own."

Billy sat down, followed by Steve, he seemed anxious, his eyes wandering all over the room, causing the two psychiatrists to duck and cower several times, lest they be discovered.

Steve called over a waiter and they ordered drinks. As the night began to unfold a certain ease settled over the pair like a familiar blanket, warm and comforting. Softly exchanged touches of hands, and lingering smiles arrived in greater frequency than the refillable bread basket, with feet sliding across one another under the tablecloth and resting calf-to-calf.

"Well Frasier, I think our worst fears have been allayed." Niles injected into the hour. "We weren't needed." Frasier smiled proudly, "I think you're right Niles. Would you care for un repas de fin de nuit?" Niles rose from the table, "Après-vous."

As the pair of brothers exited the restaurant Billy and Steve looked up, "Who do you think those guys were?" Steve asked curiously, "They were kinda loud. Seemed really interested in us..." Billy sighed, dropping his fork to his plate, "The twiggy one was my shrink. No fuckin clue who the other guy was though."

Steve looked at Billy mildly concerned, "You have a shrink?" Billy nodded wiping his mouth with the napkin. "Yeah, Dr. Crane." Steve watched the pair as they waited for the valet to bring their car. "The Dr. Crane that has the radio show?" Billy shook his head, "No that's his brother..."

Steve slumped in his seat taking a long drink from his glass, as Billy swiped the final bite of gateau.

[bluestockingbaby]

lilith sternin didn’t ever do anything super evil, she was just autistic and evil-coded and it was funny. She was also a behaviorist, which makes her more competent than frasier and niles (freudian and jungian).

[hersheysmcboom]

(After his daughter falls in love with a robot )

Django: I cheated death in Vietnam for this :(

[valentinsylve]

Tossed Salads and Scrambled Eggs - Chapter 1 - ValentinSylve - Hannibal (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

I finally finished this! Thank you to everyone who's encouraged me in my madness.

[beatrixacs]

Struggling with insomnia is a bitch but since I am unable to write, I am at least doing my research for my Reylo Frasier AU idea that I posted a while back and since I am making Ben to be a lawyer who will have to greatly reduce his job expectations, I am diving in deep in he system of legal aid and public defenders in the Washington State and let me tell you, I miss a good legal environment... Part of me is still the law-loving freak.

[toast-com]

Makeout (3-20-23)

Monty tangled her hands in Stanley's thick hair as the weapon kissed her fiercely, pinning her against the wall, caging her body with his own. The meister matched his intensity, pulling him closer to herself, and biting his lower lip. They pulled apart, breathless, before slamming their mouths together again, the cycle continuing.

"Do you two have to passionately make out in the living room?" Frasier asked, giving the pair a look. "Can't you do this in your room?" Mindy, his weapon, elbowed him in the ribs, quieting him.

"They've both been super busy Frasier," She replied. "Let them have this."

[murdercrowsblog]

These two are meant for each other:

David Crane and Leia Foreman.

Aka Forecrane

[sammys-magical-au]

Lionel: I can’t believe Padmé shares a room with you. I used to, and you stayed up half the night under the covers with a flashlight looking at Intergalactic Geographic magazines.

Anakin: I was looking at the maps!

Lionel: THAT’S WHAT MADE IT SO SCARY.

[bebe-benzenheimer]

Alternate Universe Meme: 5/5 genre

Frasier as a musical sitcom