#miracle runners AU

[aziraphales-library]

Hii! Do you by any chance have fics where both crowley and aziraphale are olympic athletes? Preferably if they are competing against each other.

Thank you so much for your help!!!

Hey. We have a #sports tag, so check that out. Here are some where they are both athletes involving the olympics, most of which we have already recommended...

Going for Gold by AetherBunny (E)

I've seen a few other fandoms with Olympic AUs and thought why not! This will be AJ Crowley's second trip to the games, this time with his best friend Newt competing as well. He never expected to meet the internet's sweetheart (and his not-so-secret crush) Ezra Fell. Anathema is as excited to compete as she is to meet her online BFF in person! Who knew his friend would be so cute? Fischer and Prince have agreed these are their last games, in the world of competitive athletics they're close to passing their prime. So they're going to go out with a bang... Gabriel Herald is honestly just happy to be there, but he's extra happy to actually run into an old friend. Honestly this is just Porn with way too much plot...

To be Your Prince by Phoenix_Soar (T)

It was their shared dream to stand together on the Olympic podium, as figure skaters, rivals, best friends. But a twist of fate has Aziraphale and Crowley pursuing different paths, the former as a Singles skater and the other an Ice Dancer. It wouldn’t be so terrible, Aziraphale thinks, if he didn’t have to watch Crowley skate with someone else day after day. Someone that isn’t him, and to know he’ll never get to be with Crowley like that, in front of the whole world. (Figure skating AU)

Lift Me Up, O Lord by CopperBeech (E)

Aziraphale Fell’s maintained a string of weightlifting victories, a strained relationship with his family, and his grandfather’s waistcoat right into his fifties. His personal life is little more than an album of brief and pleasant memories. It’s safer that way. Distance runner Anthony Crowley’s spent the last decade watching his racing career recede in the rearview, but it doesn’t stop him running, literally, away from his feelings. And now he’s fallen, equally literally, from grace. Someone’s about to lift him up.

Taking the Plunge by Caedmon (E)

Anthony Crowley is the bad boy of Olympic diving, with a one-sided rivalry against Aziraphale Fell. When Crowley is disqualified from the world championships because of a paperwork snafu, he thinks he's out of the competition completely. Until his coach comes up with a new plan - he should dive synchronized with Aziraphale.

Miracles on Ice by HenriettaRHippo (E)

A fight on the world stage gets Aziraphale and Crowley banned from the men's figure skating division, but Gabriel's got a plan. Now these former rivals are teaming up as a male/male pair but there's just one problem...they can't stand each other. Can Aziraphale and Crowley put aside their hatred to bring back the gold? Or was that hatred just covering up deeper feelings bubbling under the surface? It's enemies to lovers, on ice!

- Mod D

[irondad-creator-awards]

All Winners and Runners-Up have now been added to the collections, though some will be awaiting permission.

The Bookmarks are all processed though for Winners and Runners-Up so you can find them all there.

Here is a list for simplicity's sake of our 2024 WInners and Runners-Up.

Best Multi -Chapter

Winner: Get Off My Lawn by Or I'll Turn The Hose On You by Bergen

Runner-Up:  Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

Best Drabble

Winner: Peter Parker Needs A Hug by Happyaspie

Runner-Up:  They Happen Because Of You by Diamondshard143

Best One -Shot

Winner:  How To Get Banned From Monaco (Again) by Niniblack

Runner-Up:  King Of The Interns by Isadancurtisproduction

Best Plot Twist

Winner: Dark Matter by Mysterycyclone

Runner-Up:  Occupational Hazard by Bergen

Best Biodad

Winner: The Moon And Stars (And Gummy Worms Where They Shouldn’t Be) by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  I Believe I'm Lacking Some Context by Bergen

Best World's Colliding

Winner: Heir Of Stark Industries by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Runner-Up:  4.2 And Running In Circles (Don’t Give Up Kid by I’m Here) by Jaworley

Best Hurt/Comfort

Winner: To Be Built Back Up Again by Fotibrit

Runner-Up:  If You Find That You Feel Lost by I'll Be Your Ticket Back by Kingdomfaraway

Best Homeless

Winner: Leap Of Faith (Catch Me If You Can) by Erinwantstowrite

Runner-Up:  Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

Best Adoption

Winner: 7 Times Peter Starts To Realize He Has A Family + The One Time He Knows He Does by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  100 Hours (Community Service Is For The Turtles) by Orphanaccount

Best Fix -It Fic

Winner: Tis The Damn Season (For A Christmas Miracle) by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up:  The Fifth Stage Of Grief by Bergen

Best 5+1

Winner: The Iron Dad Protocol by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up:  5 Times Peter’s Metabolism Screwed Him Over by For_The_Night

Best Identity Reveal

Winner: Coincidentally— by Bergen

Runner-Up:  All I've Waited For (Where You Belonged) by Jaworley

Best Kidnapping

Winner: I Know My Name (It's All I Know For Sure) by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  How To Catch A Spider -Man by Ctrsara

Best Bonus Bond

Winner: Take Me By The Hand (I Miss You) by Jaworley

Runner-Up:  Unofficial SI Lemonade Business by Happyaspie

Best Humor

Winner: Hierarchy Of Needs  by Bergen

Runner-Up:  Ned Leeds' Beginner's Guide To Faking Sick by Happyaspie

Best Wild Card Story

Winner: Lies Of Omission by Bergen

Runner-Up:  An Unexpected Reunion by Sara (Ctrsara)

Best AU

Winner: A Sky Full Of Stars by Olliecollie

Runner-Up:  The Spiderman And The Frog by Bergen

Best Series

Winner: Finding The Way Home by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up:  More Than An Intern by Jaworley

The All -Time Favorite

Winner: Leap Of Faith (Catch Me by If You Can) by Erinwantstowrite

Runner-Up:  Identity Saga by Kitcat992

The 2023/2024 Favorite       

Winner: Deadpool's Guide To Accidental Kidnapping by Inkinmyheartandonthepage              

Runner-Up:  Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD     

Winner: Bergen           

Runner-Up:  Inkinmyheartandonthepage   

THE NEWBIE

Winner: Mswinifredquale     

Runner-Up:  Badass_Bookworm

THE OG           

Winner: Jaworley       

Runner-Up:  Peacockgirl       

BEST IRON FAMILY FANART             

Winner: Spideyart     

Runner-Up:  Reeneeart         

MOST HEARTBREAKING FANART 

Winner: Spideyart     

Runner-Up:  Stxrddst              

Best Sketch  

Winner: Moritashi      

Runner-Up:  Monireh

Best Wild Card          

Winner: Spidey -Art  

Winner: Reeneeart    

Best Fic Art   

Winner: Monireh

Runner-Up:  Happyaspie

Best Cartoon

Winner: Happyaspie

Best Canon -Redraw

Winner: Melty -Artz

[hearted-anon]

Adorable accents

Words: 1244

Note: more lee Jeongin

T/w: angst, AU (my fic AU)

Lee: Jeongin

Ler: Changbin

“Hyung…there’s no need to try again..” Jeongin was never one to be soft spoken, being treasured and spoiled like the maknae of the group he was, but now he stood in the studio as stiff as a rock without any movement, shuffling his feet awkwardly on the ground. The mic was up to his lips, waiting eagerly for his vocals to shine; just to get silence in return from the youngest. They were concurrently recording their new song ‘runners’, for their exciting comeback, however, Jeongin began to find it ever so nerve wracking when he read the english lyrics to himself.

“Hm? Why so?” Changbin inquired from the other side of the room, hat practically hanging over his eyes, making it a miracle that he could even see anything he was attempting to do. Humming the tune whilst hearing the younger’s first attempt at his lines, it made him wince. He wasn’t a bad singer, everyone but Jeongin would know that, but his voice shook as if he was having an earthquake as he sang, you could even hear the strain in his voice through just the audio alone; making the producer frown in worry. Usually the vocalist wasn’t so uptight, preferring to take things lightly, so what had changed?

“W-Well, I think it sounds just fine..” The poor vocalist shrank under Changbin’s words, like a fox who had its tail wrapped around itself for warmth and protection. Not only did the slight stuttering and fidgety body language catch the older’s attention, but he knew for a fact that the audio clip was something even Jeongin himself wasn’t satisfied with, lips pursed into a thin line hearing his own voice in the playback. Figuring that he was uncomfortable being alone to stand and answer quietly, Binnie creaks open the door to the recording studio, earning a startled gasp from the younger.

“C’mon, what’s wrong, Innie?” Changbin tried to coax an answer softly, wrapping his arms around the younger for him to lean on if he needed the extra support, he couldn’t take seeing the maknae in such overwhelming yet hidden pain, swept under the rug as usual. What he didn’t expect was the whole water works to come from him, wailing into his arms as tears streamed down his face in rivulets in choked sobs. Eyes widening in shock, the rapper quietly held onto the vocalist tightly, as if should he let go of poor Jeongin would disappear.

“M-My accent..it s-sounds terrible..” He wails, swallowing down the salt of his tears as Changbin tried to no avail to calm him down even in the slightest. How did Jeongin even come to such heinous conclusions? The studio went pin-drop silent as the shorter cradled the younger in his arms, sniffles occasionally ringing when Binnie would shift their position to be more comfortable, he made a mental note to change his shirt later.

“Now what made you think that?” The rapper questions once the fox finally calmed down from his broken crying that repeated for what felt like hours, his chest tightening at the sight before him. His makeup was completely ruined, bloodshot eyes decorating him as his nose was as red as Rudolph himself. Bringing a hand up to wipe away what stains remained on his cheeks, his heart ached for the youngest, hair undone to a dishevelled mess, he looked like he’d just gone through a teenage breakup; it was cruel.

“P-People online…have said so..” Came the soft whimper from the taller, who had his face buried deep into Changbin’s neck, clinging on like he was a mom who refused to let her child off to move away, hiccuping in between his words. Cooing over the sight fondly, Changbin places his hands under the younger’s thighs, effectively lifting him up and onto the couch, plopping him onto his thighs with a soft smile. It was quiet, only the sounds of Jeongin’s hair being combed through gently while the rapper whispered sweet nothings into his ear, melting him into a tiny puddle.

“H-Hyung…hyuhuhung!” The fox whines as fingers begin to wiggle onto his sides ever so delicately, a featherlight touch that makes the sweetest giggles exit his mouth. Changbin swore his smile was going to pierce his cheeks with how much adoration he had for the maknae, not stopping in his tiny ministrations; he knew the comfort was much needed right now.

“Mhm, that’s what I am, don’t wear it out now.“ He mumbles, placing his chin atop the mushroom of hair before placing a big kiss onto the parting, making Innie squirm and protest. The fingers didn’t stop on their tracks to keep the maknae giggling, tossing in a squeeze or two every two minutes to hear the cutest squeak; he swore he was going to die here from being too in love with that smile.

“Plehehease- '' The maknae’s words were cut off with a hiccup, and another, and another… it just never seemed to end with the silly and adorable noises that the older cooed and babied over . His fingers trailed over to Jeongin’s stomach, drumming along the muscles with a big smile as he watched the fox hunch over in honey-like giggles that made him one to squeal himself.

“Mm, you sound so cute, ayen-ah~ Don’t you?” Changbin inquired with a growing smirk, wanting to turn the depressing milieu that radiated with Jeongin’s insecurities to something more lively. Being the joy spreading rapper he was, his fingers continued to drum the rhythm to their song that Innie despised so much to record, making the younger become more bashful than he ever thought he’d be, ears beginning to take on their on shade of cherry red too.

“Ehehehe! H-Hyuhu- HYUNG! Nohoho!” Jeongin shrieked when a pair of lips brushed over his neck and close to his Adam’s apple, tiny kisses being placed all over and close to his scars. Scrunching up his shoulders, it earned an overdramatic whine from the older when it dawned on him his lips were no longer serving their purpose to cheer the younger up, pouting before heading to the scars on his cheeks, tracing his lips around there instead to earn more hiccups and laughter.

“No? Need more convincing?” Changbin raised a curious eyebrow, snickering when Jeongin was quick to shut him down and hastily agree, shaking his head in a futile attempt to ward off the ticklish kisses that went over his tiny scars and the fingers that now scratched over his stomach. At last, Binnie let up, having observed when Jeongin began to push at his fingers, coming to a slow stop.

”T-Thank you..hyung…” The words came out in a sleepy slur as the fox felt a hand caress the back of his head and push it to his shoulder to rest, eyes beginning to lid from his energy being sucked dry like dust to a vacuum from his tears and laughter, every so often an endearing hiccup of a breath emitting from him when he moved to be more comfortable on his makeshift pillow. Changbin sighed, bringing a hand up to cradle the maknae gently, crooning him with a soft hum of a lullaby as they rocked back and forth on the couch, the warm atmosphere coming to light under the cooling aircon as they both napped peacefully, albeit being in the uncomfortable studio.

Jeongin was much more confident the next time he stared at the lyrics in the recording studio at last.

[conjectureand-gloom]

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hamilton fanfic recommendations

2023 reflection post

fandom list, fanfiction request masterlist, written works, wips, asks, tags and mutuals under the cut

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fandom list ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

hamilton (feel free to request for any hamilton ship, i love them all so much, alexander is the absolute DREAM for a multishipper. alexander is my main target for angst! this is my main fandom)

jesus christ superstar (jesus/judas or jesus/judas/mary mainly for jcs, but feel free to ask for any other ships and i’ll consider it!! and no, i am not religious. i have been raised christian, but just ended up with religious trauma)

a good girls guide to murder (pipravi fluff and angst :) but i’ll so gladly write fics about sal and andie, or becca. ravi is my comfort character, and i just torture pip relentlessly)

nevermoor (personally i’m more of a cadence/morrigan girly, but fics for nevermoor will mainly be gen! i love found family, so jupiter & mog fluff or angst is my favourite)

in the heights (canon ships mainly, but feel free to ask for other ships! i’m not in the ITH fandom much, so these are going to be much more inaccurate)

newsies (again, more gen fics, but i do ship dave/jack. also i love angsty crutchie fics. this is one of my smaller fandoms, so these will be super inaccurate)

keeper of the lost cities (preferably marella/linh or tam/keefe! but again, feel free to ask for any ship!!)

hunger games (gen, preferably. but i’m team peeta in case anyone was wondering. fuck gale.)

maze runner (okay i haven’t read or seen TMR in ages but newt/thomas)

divergent (canon ships only. and no, christina/tobias is not canon.)

six (gen all the way. found family. also i love katherine howard angst over any other queen)

the song of achilles (achilles/patroclus? literally what other ship is there????? this is my favourite book)

wednesday (wednesday/enid. i feel like this requires no explanation. also. angst fics. i almost exclusively write angsty wednesday fics, rather than enid. i love the whole of the addams family, and i love familial hurt/comfort)

marauders (i’m not in the marauders fandom much at all, like i really only know the actual hp canon marauders. so.)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ fanfic request rules ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

i’ll write for any fandom listed above, i love them all! however i am much more active in hamilton, agggtm, jcs, nevermoor and kotlc, so those fics will be much better than the other fandoms’ would be

i’ll write any genre other than smut, and angst/whump is my absolute favourite. any AUs you could think of, literally anything, i’m not picky!

i won’t write romanticised abuse, non/con, or anything like that. that’s not to say that my fics can’t have dark aspects, but i won’t romanticise any of that.

on that, i’m not going to write any non/con, romanticised or not

also, i won’t write omegaverse, nor will i write y/n or self insert fics. nothing wrong with those genres, i just don’t write them!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ written works ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

It’s Only A Matter Of Time - A Hamilton Watches Hamilton Fic

i wish i could say that was the last time

call me son one more time

when they surround our troops

then a hurricane came

take a break

and his right hand man…

she was holding me

the great war

we got traffic on the west side

steal into my affections

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle

fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

my father wasn’t around

philip, you would like it uptown

i may not live to see our glory…

an outrageous demand

stay alive

my dear, angelica

to convince you that i love you

but this situation’s helpless

like mother, like daughter (agggtm)

“but now this room is spinning…”

“i’ll call out your name but you won’t call back”

“like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon”

me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you (gifted to @holes-in-my-false-confidence)

baby it’s cold outside

the entire exposé (inspired entirely off of @jittyjames’ fanfiction series ‘the price of his war’)

my world is burning (yet another fic based off of jami’s series ‘the price of his war’)

i’m sorry if any of these links are incorrect, i spent over an hour on just this section

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ wips ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

achilles, come down (last two works in series still need to be written)

je m’appelle… lafayette? (one chapter to go)

lams (taylor’s version) (a few chapters to go, unsure if it will be finished)

you’re the one who disappears (agggtm, unsure if it will be finished, or when)

judas’ death (jcs angst fanfiction)

untitled (hamil-gang liminal spaces au longfic thing idk)

febuwhump drabbles (possibly)

be my valentine challenge

so big/so small (so big/so small from deh but hamilton and his ma)

bloom like rose thorns (a longfic that may or may not ever be finished)

rewrite of ‘i wish i could say that was the last time’ and ‘call me son one more time’

baby don’t cut (lams angst based off of a song with the same name)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ collaborations ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

fem!hamilton au with @jittyjames and @firebalda

if anybody is interested in collabing at all, please hit me up!! i love writing with other people!!!!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ asks ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

please send me any asks at all!!! and also please put fic requests in my ask box, i did say that i would have your request out in 6 months, but i have had one sitting in there for over a year (sorry jami.) but um. i promise im trying to get better at that

also, feel free to ask for fic recommendations!!!! i’ve linked a post earlier in this post with a huge list, but it’s not fully updated with some more recent fics :)

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ tags ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

asks- all the asks ive answered, these are also tagged with the url of the blog, or with anon dearest if it was an anon ask

akeyla ml- posts about/with my incredible incredible partner @holes-in-my-false-confidence who i love so much ❤❤❤❤❤❤

tag games- self explanatory, tag games :)

sleep is overrated- me trying to fix my sleep schedule in 2024

personal- personal vent posts. please block this tag, i have had someone unfollow me before because of these posts :)

₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ mooties ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

@jittyjames

@like-the-stars-i-shine (irl friend for 5 years now)

@holes-in-my-false-confidence (my partner, irl <33333)

@felizusnavidad

@weeping-in-the-willows

@swiftieannah

@the1laff

@anixknowsnothin

@purpleblobfrompluto

@starduckys

@now-thats-his-bride

@kwilooo

@evilteapot (irl friend)

@my-dear-gal

@idontwanttobeabuzzkill

@mynightsoutofsight

@cc-horan28

i have more mutuals, but this is everybody who i interact with more often and i actually consider to be my friend. if anybody wants to ever message me or actually become friends with me, please do!!!! i love talking to you guys, please message me, i promise im not scary <333

[melkyt]

Zombie AU Lawlu (Dying Light Style)

Luffy is a runner who does parkour over rooftops and streets, scavenging for whatever supplies and meds he can get, plus catching the supply drops that come for aid to the walled city where the infection started. He grew up in these slums and never knew the outside world.

Law is a doctor who is working on a cure, he needs samples, so he was dropped into the city and getting in over his head, ambushed by other scavengers, he shoots his gun as a threat, which causes the zombies to swarm. Luffy saves him but not before Law gets bit. There is a treatment but not a cure.

Law is brought into the tower where most of the survivors are holed up, making do with what they can.

It's a miracle that they are, surviving in a society that is so dif from what he knows. His orders then are to find out if they are different in any way, with some of the kids, like Luffy being born there.

Law integrates himself as the doctor as, at best, they have a nurse and a self-taught kid, who is a genius but also only 15. Their last doctor was killed by the bite.

Luffy is the first one to always volunteer for the tests Law has to run. He finds the doctor from the outside fascinating.

Meanwhile, Law is dumbfounded that Luffy is still alive, wondering if the kid is even human with how many broken and healed bones he has. Not to mention that, like everyone, he is infected but needs way fewer doses to be stable. Maybe once a week, and sometimes he forgets, even if Law hounds him to take his meds.

Law gets attached even if he knows that he shouldn't because if he doesn't find the cure, the powers that be will bomb the city.

It only takes him a few shitty orders that only harm people, for Law to break off and come clean to Luffy that while he was there to find the cure, it did not matter what it took, and how many little experiments he carried out on the tower residents.

Luffy shrugs and just says that they know. Shanks runs the tower, and nothing gets past him. He also informs that everyone whom he did experiments on, agreed to it long before Law even started. They all want a cure. Most of them have kids that are much like Luffy with partial immunity but not whole enough that they don't need the meds that will one day run out.

That's when Law really becomes part of the group. He starts going out with Luffy on his runs, especially at night when runners must go in pairs if they have to go at all.

They get even closer.

Luffy shows him his favorite spot at the highest point of the tower, and they spend the night watching the stars. Their future is uncertain, but maybe he will find a cure, and everything will be all right.

[aphfanficwriters]

Every month we will pose a question and collate responses as a fun and informal little exercise in getting to know each other and spark discussion.

For the year's end, we asked our writers:

“What did you write this year that you were most proud of?”

Tama / @murderenjoyer: I was torn between a couple but my favorite complete fic that I started this year would have to be Old Scars, Future Hearts. I felt it came out very sweet, which admittedly is not my bread and butter, so I was nervous it would end up reading as flat or overly mushy. I think the finished product came out really well for being outside my usual wheelhouse. My second choice was the McDonald's burger handy one xD

Old Scars, Future Hearts by Delgumo (America/Russia) Old and new wounds plague Ivan. Alfred wants to save him.

WhiteWings / @smuttyandabsurd: Parents aren't supposed to have favourites lol, but On the Cusp of Blooming is probably the runaway favourite for me this year. The idea for it came in a sudden flash of inspiration (which is always the best kind!), and I think the execution was good.

On the Cusp of Blooming by smuttyandabsurd (Indonesia/Netherlands) Netherlands surprises Indonesia with an unannounced visit.

Mossman: I got torn between fics where I force long thick objects down Ivan's rectum and fics when I do it to his throat, so I chose a fic where he remains untouched. I had a lot of fun with this one and it was my first ever AU

Holiday fling by Mossy_man (China/Russia) [no summary]

Eru / @eruverse: THIS YEAR??? Naw i have NUTHIN

Lacy: choosing this as my fave because its the first fic i wrote in 2024 😭 not sure about it being anatomically correct or isit plausible whatsoever. but i love them being nasty, disgusting freaks doing sexy gross stuff behind closed doors 😄

1001 Ways To Die — Chapter 7: Dying Days 2 by NashTea (Fishandnear) (Germay/Japan) Another impromptu session between Kiku and Ludwig partaking in their favourite activity, this time, it’s a little different for Kiku.

Cheeb / @chibidashie: It was hard to choose but it's the fact I finished The Joker's Dreadnought in 2024, despite having to deal with harassment from the fandom as this was a vent fic to let out so much of my feelings from being badly harmed from the fandom itself. Truly though, I wanted to make my own Cardverse AU but with dragons involved heavily. If I could be allowed to have a runner-up, it would be the sequel that I just finished recently to even out all the knots, The Convocation of Kings. It's not as thrilling as The Joker's Dreadnought but still holds dear to my newly-born Cardverse AU.

The Joker's Dreadnought by ChibiDashie (Sealand & Wy, Liechtenstein & Switzerland, Germany/North Italy, Austria/Hungary) "That's what happens when you're a joker. Life ain't fair, you know." In this harrowing Cardverse tale, Jokers are a rarity blessed by the gods by only a select few born unto this world. Imbued with unique magicks, the Jokers may be seen as a weapon that can prove a kingdom incredibly valuable. However, the populace fears these people to the point that the Joker is not just a person, but from what many can describe them: "rat", "demon", "animal", "filth", "scum of the Earth". Peter is one such joker. Robbed from his birth family as a toddler due to a declaration under King Alfred, he is isolated from the rest of the world in the hands of the Spades, kept as nothing but a novelty for the select few. Ten years have passed since Peter was robbed from his family, looking only at the stone masonry that surrounds him and one view of the Royal Capital with only one window. How a boy longed for freedom may have been seen as a miracle when a group of rogues commit the greatest heist in the lands beyond, resulting in a bounty on Peter's head. What Peter does not know that with every step he takes comes tragedy, betrayal, and hopelessness. Peter only wants one thing: Justice.

Ciel / @torontofetish: i guess it would be my first hetalia fic? i think i did a pretty decent job and i liked my descriptions quite a bit 🥰

acuerdo by southerngothics (South Italy/Spain) It’s still new to him; four months is an eternity for humans, perhaps, but perspective has shortened and condensed time into a coiled thing, folding over on itself until the entire stretch of it is thin as parchment. Four months is the blink of an eye. And the fighting has not stopped since he set foot upon that little island kingdom; he hasn’t had time to truly process it all. That Romano is his now. That they are together. That every morning he will wake up and Romano will be here, and that every night Romano will be asleep in this bed. It still seems like the far-fetched dream Pedro had cooked up in hushed tones, away from the menacing glares of el Papa. Spain is convinced, somehow, that if he blinks, reality will throw its punch and he’ll be back in Palermo, crushed under that damned France’s boot. In 1282, King Peter III of Aragon is crowned King of Sicily.

Prush / @proosh: The thing I'm most proud of is the silly joke crackfic that spiralled out of control into a full length schizoid episode-inducing meta-analysis on nations, haunted houses, and blood: The Abyss. It's the best thing I've ever written and maybe will ever write and I don't think I'll ever top it in how tightly written and interconnected it all is.

The Abyss by proosh (Germany/Prussia) Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein. - Friedrich Nietzsche, Jenseits von Gut und Böse The German Empire wakes on a stormy night and finds himself drawn into the darkness by some unknowable instinct that pulls him into the belly of the earth. Some things are better left undisturbed.

Emil / @connorsandroids: For me it was the stupid (but silly milk prompt fanfic) oddly enough, I dont know why its my fav

The Milk Dilemma by Berlin_gas_chamber (Japan & South Korea) Japan is enjoying a peaceful afternoon at his home when South Korea arrives with a carton of his new “super-powered milk,” claiming it provides incredible energy. Despite his initial skepticism, Japan agrees to try the milk with Korea. The milk works as promised, giving them both a sudden surge of energy. They decide to take a walk in Japan’s garden, where Korea excitedly shares his plans and ideas. Japan realizes that while Korea’s inventions can be unpredictable, they always bring joy and strengthen their friendship.

[randomfoggytiger]

"Doesn't Make Him Less of a Miracle"

(Fictober, Day 30)

Fictober's almost over, and I haven't tackled the very genre that lured me into fic in the first place: S9 AU.

*****

William took after his father in many ways: he was very bright, unnaturally articulate for his age, and immaculately opportunistic: a born-and-raised schemer (though said schemes were often undercut by his innate inability to lie believably-- which Mulder ribbed Scully about, mercilessly.) He was also an incredibly fast runner with a propensity to dive head-first into the nearest kerfuffle. 

And Fox Mulder, the intelligent progenitor of this intelligent child, exploited that propensity to its fullest whenever he needed a few hours of unbroken concentration. Thus, Skippy’s Bouncy Castle and Ball Pit Stadium became the local haunt for the Mulder-Scully family’s operations. 

Alternating his afternoons between sifting through poached documents and worming his way into various mummy or nanny groups, Mulder learned just as much about thumb sucking habits as he did the ever-changing factions and movements of the crumbled Consortium empire. It wasn't a leap to apply his hostage negotiation tactics to toddler tantrum mitigation; and, to his surprise, he seemed more popular outside of the Bureau than in it, constantly getting interrupted by a child or their guardian with yet another situation that needed diffusing.

But like all aspects in life, there were prices to be paid for peace; and little William Mulder-Scully chose closing time on an already hectic Monday to exact that price.

*****

“Willaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Mulder dropped his hands out of their airhorn position, pivoting to watch, helplessly, as hordes of well-behaved, snot-nosed, and spit-curled children of all ages wobbled out after their parents. The very picture of the Rockwell American dream. Staff members were whipping out mops or picking up stray toys-- one particularly under-tipped teenager glowered at him from her post near the light switch-- and still William did not appear from the midst of the ball pit. 

For a split second the old fear rushed irrationally back, cold sweat breaking out on his neck, "Fox!" clamoring in his mind-- but Will’s sudden outburst of giggles grounded him in reality, shook him involuntarily with relief. Deal with it another day.  Annoyance at his unexpected fear-- and annoyed he was annoyed-- spurred Mulder into action.

"Will, outta the ball pit-- we gotta go pick up food.” ‘Pick up food’: the universal unspoken for quick-and-easy greasy garbage from the nearest burger joint. Another thing father and son had in common.  

His precious miracle cackled. “Daddy, I’m a sea monster. You have to come hunt me.” 

“Sir--”

Mulder jolted at the sudden, vicious tug on his sleeve. Light switch teenager, frosted lips curling even further downward, had somehow learned teleportation and wasted that ability by scaring the daylights out of him. “The ball pit's closed. Grab your kid and go.” 

The ghosts of each and every one of Scully’s long-suffering eyerolls flashed through his mind; and he counted them, likely by tens, in an attempt to remain calm. Losing his cool exterior while hopped up on too many cups of coffee would only damage any potential future discount-- not to mention the years of ammunition Scully would have on him as their son inched slowly towards the plague of puberty.

“Yeah, just a minute, my--”

Losing interest in Light Switch Girl, Mulder covered the last few feet in a light jog, skidding across a wet patch on the floor but recovering his footing with a couple of hairy maneuvers.

Red ball, green ball, blue ball, green, green, blue, purple? Red, blue-- 

Red hair. The sea monster was just submerging on the other end of the pool, upgrading his chortles to belly laughter. 

“William, we can play the sea monster game tomorrow, but we’ve got to leave now.” Mulder was pleased to note that his son’s head paused, recognizing that ‘William’ and ‘got to’ were a big deal compared to ‘Will’ and ‘gotta’. The head bobbed up and down, wavering between losing the battle with honor or fighting the war with outright rebellion. 

Since logic seemed to be winning over wheedling-- a trait Scully would rib him over, mercilessly-- Mulder doubled down. “C’mon, Buddy, the workers have to clean up and go home. They want to eat, spend time with their families. …Watch a movie.” Well, a little wheedling wouldn't hurt.

The sea monster was drifting closer, his thoughtful Scully scowl and blue eyes rising above three green balls perfectly resembling algae-speckled rocks. What are the odds. “Is it… dirty in here, too?” 

YES. “Yeah, Will, it’s pretty gross in there. Probably has a few cooties, too.” 

His son may have had the genes of a scientist, but he hadn’t quite figured out the finer points of germ pathology. William breeched, fast, which gave his dad scant seconds of catch time before nearly faceplanting on the floor. “Cooties!” he chanted while wildly flinging his arms about, forcing Mulder the Triumphant to dodge a few accidental nose wallops.

Cooties really did come in handy. 

“Sir--”

Great. Light Switch Girl was back. 

“--your laptop and bag were moved to the front desk. If you could please grab them, we need to finish closing up.” She crossed her arms, sneered at his wiggling son, and began to brusquely tap her foot. 

In moments like these, Mulder wondered why he bothered trying to save the planet.  

“Thanks.” Readjusting Will-- who was attempting to climb, face first, down his back-- and offering an equally charming lip twitch of his own, Mulder skidded his retreat across the room, sorted and collected his things-- with the hand not currently grabbing his four-year old’s ankle-- and hoisted all of his belongings-- sea monster included-- over both shoulders before making his grunting exit. 

“Willy, I think you’re getting too big to be able to lug around anymore. Soon you'll have to help drag me back to the car.” 

Sea monsters and cooties forgotten, William puzzled this new idea while getting situated in his car seat. Mulder let him pursue it in silence-- another neat wrangling trick-- as he buckled, unbuckled, and rebuckled straps; then, since the gears were still turning in his son's head, he slid the bag onto the floor and slid himself into the front seat. The driver's safety belt was clicked into place when Will jerked upward, waving his hands and beaming at his father in the rearview mirror.

“It’s not me, it's the laptop! It becomes heavier every time you save another part of the world!” 

Mulder chuffed a laugh, enamored with the flawless logic of the young and uneducated. “You’re too smart for your old man,” he assured, proudly. 

“Can we get chicken?”

Just like that-- subject over and burgers out the window. “Sure, buddy. My treat.” 

*****

Fighting Colonization, catching sea monsters, and hunting down KFC may not, exactly, be a day in the life of the average American family; but it certainly enabled him to strum up an interesting moral out of the Flukeman and its excitement to go home. On second thought, Will would probably be incentivized to try hitchhiking to the ocean himself.

Now there's something Scully and I can't take credit for: possible obsessions with sewer tanks.

Somehow, Mulder didn't think she'd like that, either.

*****

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2023 and @fictober-event

[shall-we-imagine]

Cookies and sleep (Klaus Goldstein AU)

A/N: literally ever since I saw this ask I've been wanting to write it the feeling I get from it is just aahh 💞💞💞

Genre: ?

(Third person point of view)

8:04 AM

"Shit." The blond mutters, realizing he'd overslept. Yes, indeed, it is his day off, but that doesn't make it any less busy than a work day..

He practically falls off the bed in an attempt to sprint to the bathroom, silently cursing his phone for the missing alarm all the way.

He skips his morning shower, knowing he'll come back sweaty and gross in an hour or so after he goes running.

Yes, the perfect time for a run would've been around 6 am, but this damned phone decided it was okay to let Klaus have an extra two hours, which he probably needed after staying up late working on a PowerPoint, but still: Klaus wasn't very thankful. He now has to push all his plans 2 hours back.

Grabbing his phone and earphones along with his jacket, he runs into the street madman style. A very late madman.

The cold air stings his skin like a thousand invisible needles. "Fuck." He breathes out, attempting to wear his jacket without really slowing down, which he's almost sure looks absolutely ridiculous, but he doesn't have time to waste, so if he needs to make a fool out of himself to get things done then so be it.

He eventually reaches the park where he usually goes for a run; it had a huge running track surrounding it, making it both challenging and fun. However, at this moment, Klaus could only view it as challenging, seeing as he's already panting after all the rush he was in ever since he woke up.

"No time for breaks." He mutters, forcing himself to push through the exhaustion while continuing to pant like a dog on a hot day.

He passes by another runner who just gives Klaus a sympathetic smile, as she proceeds with her routine, keeping her breathing steady. Klaus wanted to yell that he wasn't normally this pitiful and that he's actually fairly athletic, but he didn't have it in him to even speak, so he just displays a pained smile on his face instead, letting the random stranger think of him as pitiable.

10:23 AM

Klaus sighs. He knows he shouldn't hold onto the clouds of gloom surrounding him ever since he woke up, but it was very unlike him to be late. In fact, he's scolded countless people for being late, assuring them this could never be him.

Life is funny like that.

"No one will know. We'll take it to the grave." He assures himself, as he reaches for his keys.

His keys.

His keys?

Where are his keys?!

Did he drop them while running? No way; he would've known!

Did he even grab them before leaving?

"Fuck me." Klaus curses.

There's simply no way for him to open his door from outside except with the keys. He basically locked himself outside.

Elias has a spare key, but calling him would expose an unorderly, late, uncomposed Klaus. A version of him that should never see the light of day.

Klaus is not dramatic about this or anything.

10:37 AM

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower more or hisdignity and pride.

His stomach growls.

Klaus wonders if he needs a shower and food more or his dignity and pride.

He pushes himself off his front porch and circulates his house, sort of like a burglar tryna find his way in.

A miracle.

A thought shone through his misery, possibly saving the day.

Who would've known that delaying getting a window's broken lock fixed would bring such happiness to a perfectionist like him?

Klaus pushes the window open with one swift movement and kicks his leg up, hooking it on the window sill and pulling himself up.

The excitement had erased the dimensions of the window from Klaus's memory, but he was to be reminded immediately with a loud bang once his head collides with the top if the window.

He grumbles in pain and annoyance but pushes himself inside anyway.

He rubs his head and moans in pain, "Today's just not my day." he mumbles.

Klaus drags himself into the hot shower, relieved bythe only relaxing thing he's experienced this morning.

10:58 AM

Klaus isn't a fan of brunch, but he was too hungry to complain.

Hey, at least the waffles taste as good as they would've at 6 AM. He smiles to himself.

Meow

Klaus stiffens.

Would it be too farfetched to assume Elias came over with his kitten?

The source of the noise reveals itself. Lo and behold it is, in fact, not Elias's tiny black kitten. Instead, struts in a chubby orange cat that Klaus has never ever seen before.

"Rude." Klaus mumbles.

The cat meows back as if to object to his insult.

"Come on you invited yourself in! How did you even get in here?" His gaze pans over to the broken window. Aha.

"Well, whatever." He had no energy left to argue with the entitled feline. He wanted to eat his breakfast and relax.

11:14 AM

"You really shouldn't be eating so much; you're already a bit chubbier than you should be." His fingers lovingly rub the top of the stray's head, heavily contrasting his words. Thankfully, cats don't speak human.

Occupied with the tuna, Little Stalker -as Klaus called her- ignores Klaus's health advice and stuffs her face.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" The blonde rolls his eyes, before proceeding to shower the cat with physical affection.

He almost melts when she purrs in response, but no, he must play hard to get.

12:03 PM

"Yes you're a good girl; you're the best girl! Good job!" He squeezes the towel-wrapped cat into his arms.

Hmm...how's 49 mins for hard to get?

At least he found it in him to force her into a bath, right?

The cat hisses at him, clearly unhappy with the progression of events, perhaps reconsidering its choices of houses to break into.

3:45 PM

Klaus groans at the doorbell, willing his sibling (probably) to go away. Not because he didn't miss him, but simply because he was comfortable in bed. So was Cookie, who'd gotten comfortable on his chest.

He admires his new furry friend, spotted with brown "chocolate chips" that inspired ber new more appropriate name. Alfonse or Elias better have have something worth moving the cat and getting up for.

He sighs and forces himself towards the noise of possibly the third or fourth round of knocks and bell rings.

"Why are you so persistent?" Klaus rolls his eyes.

"I missed you too, Klaus." Elias pushes past his older brother, tentatively followed by a giggly Alfonse.

Klaus glares at his older brother, scaring him into giving a better performance of totally not finding this funny.

Alfonse isn't very good at this role.

"W-when did you get a cat?" As confused as Elias is, that doesn't stop him from pulling the furball into his arms.

"Today. I also didn't get it; it sort of forced itself onto me, really." He shrugs.

"Explains a lot" The youngest retorts sarcastically but moves on nonetheless, practically adopting Cookie for the time being.

7:36 PM

"I told you I won't forget; now leave!"

"Okay, okay, you're so pushy, jeez."

Klaus practically shoves his younger brothers out the door.

"See you later; have a safe ride home; bye!" Door slam.

Klaus sigh, resting his back on the front door.

Cookie curiously approaches him, meowing in the process, earning herself a smile from the tall blond.

She rubs her head against his legs, so Klaus gives in and pulls her into his arms. "You're such a lil manipulator, y'know that?"

Klaus takes his new companion and goes back to his room.

9:49 PM

Cookie buries her face in the crook of a sleeping Klaus's neck, not very keen on making sure he doesn't wake up.

Alas, the blond was too far gone to be woken up by the furball.

After all, he'd had a pretty long day.

And even though he'd swear to never be able to sleep except in complete darkness, Klaus was now in deep sleep while the light from the tv screen illuminates his sharp features.

Well, not like that was the only out of character thing to happen today, huh?

[hayleythesugarbowl]

can you write for julio rodriguez? something cute and fluffy?

Luckiest Man || Julio Rodríguez x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • jarred kelenic hcs • mariners hcs ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: julio has just won the world series and been named mvp and yet his biggest prize is you, his new fiancée

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

a/n: ok this actually makes me so happy that someone wants fics for an mlb player. hope you enjoy this love!! and yes this is an au where the mariners win the world series because i said so 🎀🍓

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 ��   You held your breath. Your fingernails were so far into your palms that you figured they’d made permanent indentations there. But you weren’t focused on that.

     It was the bottom of the 9th. One runner on. The Seattle Mariners had only one chance. One out left before they lost this game and the World Series.

     You had never followed the sport much until you met Julio Rodríguez. Before he was the baseball sensation he was today. You’d met him in college and had fell in love with him the day that you met him—which was exactly two days before he fell for you as he loved to remind you. 

     You’d been together ever since. You’d been along this journey with him from the very beginning and had been there every step of the way. He’s said he doesn’t know what he’d do without you but you always thought it was the other way around. Baseball had become a way of life for you now. You followed your boyfriend’s career like it was your own—traveling with him to different cities, talking baseball with him into the wee hours of the night, and you’d never missed one of his games if you could help it. You were so happy for all the success he had achieved over the past couple of years. 

     And now, as you watched Julio at the plate, you prayed for a miracle. You wanted this for him so badly. And you knew how much he wanted it too, even if he’d never admit it to you. 

     You watched him swing the bat.

     “Come on, come on,” you mumbled under your breath, afraid to even breathe lest the air expelled from your mouth change the trajectory of the ball now flying towards center field. 

     You watched transfixed as the ball flew farther and farther towards the edge of the stadium and—

     The ball flew out of the stands. The crowd erupted into cheers. You could hardly believe it. You jumped out of your seat and were vaguely aware that you knocked over a drink next you but you didn’t care. You felt numb and alive all at the same time. You couldn’t hear your voice over the roar of the crowd but you were sure you were screaming with the rest of them. 

     You looked onto the field and saw Julio rounding home plate where the the rest of his teammates had rushed onto the field and were waiting to celebrate with him. As you saw the pure joy on his face you couldn’t help but tear up.

     Fans began filing out of the stadium and the postgame was being set up as you practically bounced up and down with anticipation. You couldn’t help it. As soon as you could, you ran onto the field. 

     You immediately found Julio. As he made eye contact with you his face lit up and he ran to you, pulling you into a tight embrace. 

     “You did it,” you said into his chest.

     “We did it,” he said, pulling back from you to look you in the eyes before kissing you. 

     He interlaced his fingers with yours for a moment before he was pulled away by his teammates, calling for him to go stand up on the stage that had been erected on the field after the game. 

     You listened as the president of baseball operations followed by the general manager and the coaches took turns speaking and giving out thanks and congratulations, each speech followed by a wave of applause. 

     “��And the most valuable player of this World Series is without a doubt, Mr. Game winning walk-off homer himself, Julio Rodríguez.”

     You cheered louder than anyone else in the stadium as Julio was handed his trophy and given a microphone to speak into. You weren’t going to have much of a voice at all tomorrow but you didn’t care. 

     “Wow, this is an honor, thank you,” Julio said, handing the trophy off to one of his teammates, “This really belongs to each and every one of my teammates. The Seattle Mariners would not be the same without them. This couldn’t have happened without them.”

     “I’d also like to give a special thanks to my girlfriend, (Y/n),” he pointed at you and you felt yourself blush as several eyes turned to you.

     “There’s something I need to say to her,” he continued. He gestured for you to join him and you pointed at yourself in disbelief. He just smiled and waited for you to come to him. The other families of the players nudged you forwards, cheering, and you walked to Julio, utterly confused. 

     “(Y/n), I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for you. You have been there with me, right by my side, for everything. You make me a better player and a better person.”

     He continued after a breath, “I can’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to ever have to know what that’s like. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/n). I love you so much.”

     You put a hand to your heart and you were pretty sure you felt it stop beating when he knelt down in front of you and held out a small box.

     “(Y/n), make me the happiest man in this stadium, and marry me?”

     You felt tears trailing down your face as you looked down at Julio eagerly awaiting your answer. It was all so much at once and you couldn’t even comprehend everything—this night—fast enough. All you managed was a shaky nod and a choked “yes” as everyone on the field began to clap and cheer. 

     Julio slipped the ring on your finger—you couldn’t believe how perfectly it fit you— before he stood up and you jumped into his arms as he spun you around, both of you laughing as he set you back down again. Had there ever been a moment so wonderful? 

     “You had me worried there for a second,” he whispered to just you, “how bad would I have looked if I proposed to my girlfriend in front of everyone only for her to say no?”

     “Pretty bad,” you teased, wiping tears from your face. 

     Julio leaned down and kissed you, more gentle this time, like he was sure he would have many more opportunities to do this. You placed a hand on his cheek.

     “Lucky for you I said yes.”

     “I feel like the luckiest man in the world,” he whispered to you.

     “Because of all this?” You gestured around you at the trophy that had been presented to him, and the field full of players and their families in celebration with World Series Champion t-shirts.

     “Because of all this,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his forehead against yours, “Because of you. We may have won tonight. But I’m the real winner—I get to go home with you.”

     As you stood there with Julio, watched him smiling down at you, aware of everyone’s eyes on you, you thought about how perfect this moment was. You wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the world than here with Julio right now. 

     And you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. 

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ i hope you enjoyed this love!! mlb girlies unite <3🍒💌

[dayenurose]

WIP Game!

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run. Then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

Which one of these WIPs do you want me to work on next?

Optional hard mode: every WIP on this list will be worked on. Your votes are for the number of sentences.

Since tumblr polls do have limits I wasn’t able to include all my WIPs, so I focused on only fics that have been posted on ao3. If you have questions about any fics I haven’t included, let me know. It would be great to know what fics people are still interested in reading. If you need a refresher about my fics, find them here.

(I wasn’t tagged, but saw this posted by @whetstonefires and thought this might help me figure out what to work on. So, in that spirit, I tag everyone out there who needs some inspiration in returning to their WIPs.)

[nouvellesdumaquis]

Blue Deal - Can't Kill Me Twice

Blue Deal nous arrive d'Allemagne avec un album de rock et de de blues hautement inspiré et recommandable. A conseiller aux fans de rock vintage, amoureux de la Fender Stratocaster et autres admirateurs de Clapton, Hendrix et Jimmy Page.

L'album sort le 24 mai 2024 chez Dixiefrog

Blue Deal se place dans une grande lignée de groupe de rock, nourris de blues, et qui ont offert au rock ses plus beaux albums.

En groupe ou solitaires, des Rolling Stones à Rory Gallagher, les artistes de rock sont toujours dans le coup, comme le prouve Blue Deal, la nouvelle signature Dixiefrog.

Ils nous arrivent de Forêt-Noire pour Can't Kill Me Twice, très bel album de onze titres qui sort le 24 mai 2024 : de Short Time Runner jusqu'au final Over, les titres fusent et passent le blues à la moulinette du rock parfois hard parfois plus sentimental. La voix du leader Joe Fischer est un miracle.

En concert le 03/06/2024 au New Morning (1ère partie de The SuperSoul Brothers)

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML au: Cyberpunk Miracle Runners

-(thanks to @xhanisai for ideas and listening to my rambles)

-side note, they are all 18 and older in this cause it’s cyberpunk (and cause the knick knack paddywack is expected)

-Adrien is the son of a corpo that basically disowned him after he had the audacity to request better for the employees of Agreste tech.

-Alone and on the streets, Adrien did manage to take something from his father, a military grade experimental tech implant. The Cataclysm, basically it allowed the user when activated to f*** with whatever it made contact with, it was an atom scrambler.

-After being mistaken for another agreste tech punk, Ladybug tried to pickpocket him. And after some flirting and messing with Agreste tech corpos, they became friends.

-Adrien ended up recruited into Majestia’s crew. There Adrien took the alias, “Chat noir”.

-Rich boy learned the ropes quick and he worked really well with Ladybug. Who he learned the real name of (Marinette)

-There was also Knight owl, Rena Rouge (the team Net runner), Carapace, Bunnyx, Volpina (secondary net runner), Eagle, Uncanny, viperion, Tigress, and Pigella.

-Ryuuko also was part of the team, acting as a spy on the inside, and vouched for Adrien (as she knew his situation)

-Felix was the team benefactor, he gave them the eddies, and the missions on the high end.

-Gabriel had found a way to induce Cyberpsychosis in people and control them like puppets. He calls it his Akuma virus.

-Marinette managed to create an antivirus called “miracle bug” a virus that destroys the virus.

-Viperion was killed by a guy with Cyberpsycosis after the guy pissed on his guitar.

-Volpina betrayed the team and ended up getting most of them killed (save for Rena Rouge, Bunnyx, Carapace, Ladybug and Chat noir)

-Rena Rouge ends up fighting Volpina in the net and gets her to have her mind erased. Causing Volpina to go brain dead.

-Carapace had to fight G, (Gabriel’s imitation of Adam Smasher)

-Rena Rouge and Carapace died fighting him. G left after, feeling he should no longer serve Gabriel.

-Chat noir and Ladybug made it to the top of Agreste tower. Where they find a dead Ryuuko, killed for being a traitor.

-Gabriel reveals that he knew his son was attacking and activated his obedience chip, which was corrupted by the akuma virus.

-Adrien critically injures Marinette and after she kisses him (giving him the antivirus) he breaks free.

-But after seeing what he���d done, he overclocks his cybernetics and fights his father.

-Marinette uses that chance to upload the antivirus. She saves the city.

-Adrien uses the cataclysm on his fathers heart (one of the few human parts of him) causing him a gruesome death.

-Adrien’s body glowing white from overheating. He moved to Marinette. Both of them knew they were going to die

-He scooped her up, he jumped out the building and used his boots to fly

-“We may not have had long, but being with you was as free as being a star in the sky” Marinette said as she cupped his cheeks

-“I’m sorry I couldn’t take you to the moon”

-They kiss as they explode

-Marinette managed to turn off their pain receptors before the blast, let them enjoy their last moments.

[possibilistfanfiction]

First, thanks for writing stuff! Your words always make my day better. Second, I’m seconding the avarice football au, and also asking who is the keeper and why is only correct answer Mary, because someone has to manage these idiots. Third, can I prompt you: Mother Superion visits LA because she, too, likes tacos and margaritas, and maybe she also meets Bea and Ava’s newborn baby.

[a tiny preview of footy au for the culture]

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you’re always the first. 

it’s your duty — as captain, as the starting 6, as someone who has suffered for sport for so long you don’t know anything else.

you’re always the first.

but today, as you walk onto the training grounds as the sun is just drifting over the horizon, still hazy and bruise-blue, you’re not first.

ava silva — a few years your junior and back from two years of grueling injury and rehab, the newest signing for your club, splashy and entirely unpredictable — hits a perfect bending ball into the upper left 90, then smiles to herself and races away from goal, arms spread wide, like she’s just scored in the world cup or won the champions league.

she has on team issue shorts and socks, one slipping down her ankle, a pair of boots that are a cycle behind your brand new mercurial vapors that nike sends you like clockwork, and a hoodie that you’re really only supposed to wear on the plane or bus for away travel days. her hair is cut above her shoulders now, haphazardly in a little bun but mostly falling into her eyes. she’s a far cry from your quarter-zip, zipped all the way up, tucked into your shorts like always, a ritual, and the ponytail braid that you make sure is neat and perfect before you ever step onto the field or into the gym.

ava lines up a shot again, hits another perfect bending ball, clinical and ruthless and beautiful, and throws her arms up again in celebration. you haven’t really found joy on the pitch in a long time; you haven’t seen joy on this pitch like this maybe ever. ava’s sheer delight at her unmarked goals, on an empty net, is frustratingly infectious. you had watched replay of her back injury; you hadn’t been in the same league, at the time, but she had been a bright young star and you had watched in horror a few months before the world cup, on a grainy stream in your hotel room with lilith and mary, as ava’s spine had apparently broken, a bad tackle in the box gone terribly, terribly wrong, projected to never play again. you won’t say it out loud — it’s impossibly sentimental, devoted, romantic; all things you are decidedly not — but watching ava play now, even like this, or maybe especially like this, is a miracle.

‘ava silva,’ you say, carrying your own bag of balls onto the pitch in her direction. she turns toward you with a grin.

‘oh captain, my captain,’ she says, then tucks an errant, sweaty strand of hair behind her ear, offers her hand.

‘beatrice,’ you say, ‘pleasure.’

ava’s smile doesn’t waver at all. ‘oh, i know,’ she says. ‘ballon d’or winner, wsl champion, nwsl champion, champions league runner up, the face of nike football. arguably the best player in the world.’ she winks, lets go of your hand. ‘the pleasure is all mine.’

‘that’s — i’m a 6,’ you say, feeling a little out of your depth and bewildered without any warning.

ava just laughs. ‘yeah, you seem like it.’ she flicks a ball up, does two around the worlds, and then catches it between her shoulder blades before popping it back up and sending it your way. ‘wanna play one v one, or do you have a whole little routine?’

‘i —‘ ava, in the early morning light, with the dew on the grass soaking into the juncture of your cleat and socks, the crisp air — it’s all perfect. you remember, in a flash, why you fell in love with football in the first place. ‘first to five, small goal.’

ava fist pumps. ‘show me how it’s done, then.’

[gallys-wife]

Maze Runner Things I Think About Daily

A/n: a mix of headcanons, theories and AUs

Warnings: mentions of suicide, mentions of addiction, mentions of injuries and scars, mentions of injured animals

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- Alby/Brenda if Alby had survived. They would have a 'calm, collected, stern boyfriend' and 'batshit firecracker girlfriend' dynamic

- Minho struggling to know what's real and not real (Peeta Mellark vibes) after being kidnapped by WCKD. Maybe being addicted to morphine or sedative and having to deal with the withdrawal symptoms (with the help of Thomas, Frypan and Gally of course) for realism.

- Brenda and Newt (if he had survived) having symptoms like enhanced senses, especially taste and scent and every once in a while they crave raw meat.

- Gally's chest scar from the spear.

- Teresa could have run and jumped onto the ship, her death was a suicide because she realized everything she did, everything she sacrificed, was for nothing.

- If the bullet had been slightly lower Chuck would have survived.

- Alby sacrificed himself for nothing because Chuck died anyways.

- James Dashner would make so much money if he put out a book of 'WCKD Files' that's just all the info on the characters like their real names, their assigned names, the experiments that were done on them, little WCKD entries about observations of the 'subjects'.

- the Maze Runner Characters seeing snow for the first time.

- the Maze Runner Characters seeing the ocean for the first time.

- Safe Haven missions to go out and find survivors or more mazes and all the boys volunteering to save people cause even when they're finally safe for the first time in their lives they can't stop being heroes.

- Finding pets that barely survived on their own, miracle kittens missing a leg or an eye or a dog so thin you can count its ribs from meters away, and bringing them back to Safe Haven and nursing them back to health.

- Gally adopting a blind orange kitten and just calling him 'the cat' and 'kitty' and 'you there' because he can't think of a name and then one day he's thinking for the Glade and decides to name him Ben.

- Winston/Sonya if Winston had survived. Winston would be 'looks dangerous but is a cinnamon roll' and Sonya would be 'looks like a cinnamon roll but is dangerous'.

- Newt getting random pains or cramps in his leg from his jump even years after, especially in the cold weather, and Minho silently pulling Newt's leg into his lap and giving him a massage.

- Vince and Jorge would be close best friends in Safe Haven, and Vince would be the dad friend that goes along with the crazy ideas to keep people safe and Jorge would be the one that comes up with the crazy ideas. Vince and Brenda would eventually become close enough that Vince becomes like a second dad to her... and maybe eventually he does?

- Brenda and Teresa eventually becoming friends in Safe Haven (if Teresa had survived) and Teresa telling Brenda about all the arguments she has with Thomas and Brenda taking her side every time.

[lady-literature]

Accidental Crime Boss Marinette

Okay so,, I have this AU in my head, right? (not surprised) and I’m lacking any real direction for it (still not surprised) but it basically goes like this:

Marinette moves to Gotham.

She’s drawn there for whatever reason and the kwami are saying something about balance and being a Guardian and her sacred duty and something but Marinette isn’t really listening. She’s too busy trying to find a shop front where she can open a bakery without having to worry about getting mugged every time she steps outside.

Chloé comes with her, obviously, because they’re friends and Chloé has a business degree she puts to good use actually running Mari’s bakery and online boutique while Mari gets to bake and fuck around basically. Adrien, Luka and Kagami are not there, but that’s mostly because they travel too much to settle down and keeping an empty apartment in Gotham is just asking for trouble.

Kagami is a world-renowned fencer and Luka travels the world for his music company. Not touring, but soaking up cultures and ways of life so he can make soundtracks to movies and tv shows. Providing the background and life to a film is more his style than touring the world ala his father, Jagged Stone.

Adrien is having the time of his life being Kagami’s trophy husband. He has no pressing responsibilities he doesn’t take on for himself and he gets to fuck with the world’s elite with little to no consequences. He spends most of his days donating far too much money to charities and orphanages and then causing minor scandals that land him on the cover of magazines.

He has much the same kind of ‘dumbass with a heart of gold’ persona to the media as Bruce Wayne does, only without the playboy bits.

(There is a wall in the back of the bakery, where Chloé and Mari carefully cut out and frame every headline and ridiculous picture Adrien has. He is very much delighted when he learns about his ‘wall of fame’.)

Anyway, Marinette finds herself with a bakery not overly far from crime alley, much to Chloé’s chagrin.

(“What do you mean it ‘just felt right’?! I swear to kwami, DC, you’re going to get us robbed and sold into slavery.”)

They do not get sold into salvery.

In fact, despite their less than stellar choice of locale, they do pretty well for themselves. The only problems they have (according to Chloé) is the army of children Marinette accidentally attracted.

When asked, Marinette tells everyone that it was an accident. Meanwhile, Chloé, standing behind her, will shake her head and insist there was literally never any other option for them the moment that first kid came in looking to nab some cash and a few pastries.

Mari lives by the phrases, ‘kindness breeds more kindness’ and ‘do unto others’ and all that other nice person shit. Chloé just lets Mari pseudo-adopt her strays and makes sure that they don’t steal anything too important in the time it takes her to gain their loyalty.

The kwami stay staunchly out of any arguments involving the kids (and eventually the homeless all along their street and every working girl in a five-block radius). They do so with a special brand of amusement that never means good things for either of them. (After all, the last time the kwami looked that amused, they moved to Gotham.)

The first kid is named Serrure, as Marinette comes to learn over the next month after he returns again and again, getting closer and closer like a feral cat. Other kids come during that time, all of them too small and too thin and too guarded for Mari's tastes. She wants to wrap them all up and tuck them into bed but she can’t. She has to be patient, has to be gentle. These kids are just as likely to bite her hand as they are to accept help.

Serrure becomes an almost permanent fixture at the bakery after that first month. Mari’s not quite sure what she did to get through to him, but she did, she supposes. He can’t be much older than eleven and looks nine, but after getting settled, she and Chloé discover this little slip of a boy is just as mischievous as Trixx and has all the dramatics of their favorite black cat.

The kwami, when talking about him, only refer to Serrure as Loki, even after Marinette scolds them for it. She eventually gives up trying to correct them, it’s not like Serrure talks to them anyway(yet)((that she knows of)).

There’s an apartment above the bakery, which is where Chloé and Mari and all her strays that grow to trust her enough live. It’s three bedrooms, and at first, Mari just buys as many bunk beds as she can fit into the spare room and calls it a day. The kids feel safe in her home, which isn’t too surprising. Everyone thinks the bakery feels safe, feels like home or comfort or whatever else eases their minds.

And Marinette should hopes so. She certainly put enough time and effort and magic and energy into the wards around this place for that to happen. To protect her and the children and all her strays that no one else will help.

But, she eventually amasses too many kids to fit into the one room. Chloé throws a fit about having to share with Mari again—“I had enough of that in university thank you very much”—but she relinquishes easily enough.

Mari buys more bunk beds, and Serrure has taken to sneaking into her room to curl up in her bed anyway, and sometimes the smaller kids who have nightmares will come in and pile on as well.

(There are only a few that Chloé will allow to do the same with her. It is considered a high honor and breeds a playful kind of jealousy that Chloé finds amusing. Mari scolds her for pitting the kids against each other.)

That only lasts them another two months.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Chloé tells her one day before the kids wake up. Mari is at the stove, cooking and baking for a small army while Chloé balances the books. “There’s not enough room for us all, DC, and the only reason someone hasn’t come barrelling down on us about the abundance of children is by the grace of your absurd amount of luck.”

“Well I can’t just kick them out, Queenie! What do you want from me?”

“Either we need to buy more real estate in this city—which I’d rather not do—or you open up the grimoire and start building pocket dimensions. I know you can. I’ve read the chapter.”

Marinette looks at her. “That is such a bad idea.”

They do the idea.

And then Mari adds about a thousand more wards to the bakery, carved into the wood and counter and anything that’s a permanent fixture. Doorways become particularly ward heavy, what with them being the entrances and exits to the hidden realms and children’s’ rooms.

The apartment above the bakery isn’t quite infinite but it gets pretty damn close some days.

This also means, of course, that all the kids definitely know about magic now. Some of them—Serrure—have known about it for a while she knows, but it’s different now. The kwami followed her around most of the time and she doesn’t keep them trapped in the Miracle Box like Fu did, but now that the kids know, they don’t bother staying hidden.

The children, at least, love them and the kwami adore them with all the ferocity a god can give. After Chloé gets over her ‘ew children’ phase, she throws herself into their education (on top of actually running the businesses Mari keeps, mind you). She has the help of the kwami, who act as personal tutors to the children, and it’s not long before the kids start to joke about her being the Principal.

(Some tried to call her Warden, but that joke didn’t last long.)

Marinette has also been telling the kids bedtime stories ever since this started. Old stories of the Guardian and Chosens who fought back the darkness, she shares all she knows of the Orders history with these kids and it’s not until Wayzz points it out to her does she realize what she’s doing.

“Ladybugs are known for renewal. It is no surprise that you are rebuilding what was lost.”

Rebuilding the Order using children was certainly not her intention but, well. She supposes there’s no place safer for her kids than what is shaping up to be the new Miracle Temple. It’s the only haven where they can learn to harness their Gifts and powers, it’s the only place where they can be surrounded by others like them without being thrust into superhero-dom.

Context: about a month into this whole circus, Marinette had realized there was a significant—almost all of them really—amount of metas and Gifted in her little hoard of strays. Which is… odd. Especially with how few metas there are in Gotham.

She had asked the kwami about it, and they have that amused look again. “You are their guardian.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re their guardian. True, you are the Guardian of us, of the ancient ways, but you are a guardian at your soul too. You protect what is yours, and they are yours whether you realise it or not. The children can sense that, so they flock to you.”

And, huh. She supposes that makes sense but that’s also really kind of strange and weird and she doesn't want to think about that anymore actually.

So things are… fine, Marinette supposes. The bakery is doing well, and she has about two dozen-plus helpers running around underfoot to help tend to the customers or run to the store or help in the back with the baking. And every kid of hers has new clothes, their street things thrown out for being too ragged and replaced with something fresh made by Marinette’s own hands.

She embroiders little fairy wings into the clothes normally, because that’s what her cloaked wards look like most times and the kids like it and its technically the logo for the bakery and there’s a million reasons she does it.

It is, perhaps, her first mistake.

(“It was certainly not your first,” Chloé will snark one dayin the future.)

Because now Marinette has an army of magical children learning to wield their powers and not fear them and they’re all wearing what can be considered her insignia and uh oh, it looks a lot like Mari is some sort of up and coming mob boss who uses kids and prostitutes and the homeless as runners. People on the street start calling her the Pixie, start referring to Chloé—her second in all things just as Chat had been her equal—as Wasp, as Yellowjacket, as the Unseelie.

(They cannot seem to pick a name for her, but Pixie is all but engraved in stone. Mari is not sure who coined it, and she doesn't think she wants to know.)

The first time the whole situation is brought to her attention, she punches the idiot who dared even imply such a thing so hard she knocks him out.

Because look. The kids are hers right? And she watches out for the people near her, makes sure the working girls are treated as well as they can be and offers the homeless extra food and a dry place to wait out the storm. She offers her hand and gives them all a place to rest, to eat, to exist without expectations or consequences.

She does that because she’s kind, because it hurts her to see people in need, to see them suffer, not because she’s hoping to gain something from it.

The fact that most of them repay her in gossip or information or bend her ear about the newest goings on in the corrupt elite or filthy underworld is strange, yes, but it’s nice to know what’s going on in the city, she supposes. And one time, Kathy, who works on the corner of Brookes and Gilmore, warned her of a drug raid that saved her an unnecessary trip to the police station so it’s not like it doesn't have it’s uses.

But mostly, Mari doesn't really think about all the information that’s unintentionally or otherwise passed onto her. She remembers it all, because it’s rude not to listen when people talk to her, but nothing comes of normally.

Not until Serrure—now twelve and well versed in the magic of illusions and glamors and knows almost as much about this city as her or the Bats—bursts into the bakery one day and grabs Mari away from the front counter right in the middle of a customer ordering. She should, perhaps, be a little angry at that but Tony, one of the older boys and just shy of sixteen, steps into her place almost immediately, so.

And then Serrure speaks and everything is pushed aside in favour of the next words to fall from his lips.

“Someone took Sophie,” he says and she nearly sees red.

After Serrure, Sophie has been here the longest. She is the youngest of them all, only seven, but oh so clever and kind and while she looks nothing like her, everyone calls her Mini-Mari. If Serrure is her beloved first son, Sophie is her treasured daughter.

She’s out the door in the next moment, storming her way to their base. She has Sophie and a handful of extra kids back by sunset, a little frightened, but no worse for wear. She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, besides making sure that the idiots who dared cross her never do so again, but word gets out.

Soon, her kids and teens and adults begin giving her more than just information, they begin giving her problems. Ones she’s meant to fix because she’s Pixie. She’s safety, she’s protection, she’s the one the people start to turn to for help.

And enter stage left, one Jason Todd who’s all snark and charm and smiles wrapped up in a nice leather bow and tall enough that Mari likely could climb him like a tree. If that was something she wanted, she guesses.

(She wants. She just won’t admit.)

He becomes a regular at the bakery and befriends most of her kids.

Mari’s wary when he first takes an interest in them. They’ve been hurt and a lot of them are still adjusting to being safe and it doesn't matter that this man is hot enough to burn, if he steps even a toe out of line with her kids she’ll make him wish he was never even born.

But, she stops worrying eventually. The kwami like him well enough, but seem to think something’s odd about him—but its Gotham, who isn’t strange?—and both Serrure and Sophie take to him like ducks to water and they’re both good judges of character.

There’s a certain intuition they both have that reminds Marinette just a bit too much about herself and pure magic. Not for the first time does she wonder if they got such strong magic from their parents or if it cropped up in them randomly, fostered by fortune and chance and the magic that’s so deeply seeped into the bones of her bakery it’ll be here long after she’s gone.

And, okay, so she was a little right to be wary because Jason was mostly there to investigate her. Far too many people respect her and are loyal to her and she has a veritable orphanage in her pocket and also Harley and Ivy like her and it just- it doesn’t look good right?

But Jason’s a good detective and it doesn't take him long at all to see that Mari is just as sweet and kind and loving as she appears to be. Not long after that, Red Hood declares Pixie and all of hers, under his protection. She, of course, is more than capable of taking care of her and hers, and the underworld knows this, has seen it, but he does it anyway.

The news, of course, gets back to Mari and she is… confused. Why would the Red Hood do something like that? She’s heard talk of him being sweet on kids, but to claim her? They’ve never even met.

Bonus points for Jason being there when she’s told about it. He kind of raises his eyebrow at her because, huh, that was fast, and then spends the next few minutes talking up the Red Hood to her much to her utter bafflement.

He actually keeps doing that too, talking up the Red Hood. Mari thinks he has a crush on the man for the longest time because of it. Until he reveals he is Red Hood, then she just wants to punch his stupidly handsome face for being such an idiot.

Shit happens from there and things go down and the two spend a couple of months dancing around each other and intentionally and unintentionally ruling the criminal underworld and at one point Marinette definitely punches Bruce and Batman in the face—separately, much to Jason’s unending joy—and she also definitely adopts Duke/Signal as well because that poor boy needs to know he’s not alone.

And it’s just them being domestic and badass and lowkey raising an army of children and falling in love while the kwami and the kids and Chloé are all in the background just yelling at them to get together already!

Which, they do. Eventually. After all the secrets come out and Jason knows about the magic and Order and meets Mari’s other friends, ie Kagami, Luka and Adrien who are all intimidating for wildly different reasons. And Mari finds out that Jason died and came back (which earns him the nickname firebird btw) and that he was a Robin once upon a time but is now Red Hood and oh my kwami it all makes sense now.

Jason confesses like three times via classic Victorian romance novel quotes because he’s a fucking literature nerd but it’s not until he basically spells it out for Mari does she really understand. it’s all very sweet and heartwarming and then the pair duck into one of the empty pocket dimensions they have lying around and aren’t seen for three days.

(No one really goes to look for them tbh)

Chloé definitely teases them about early honeymoons and things but besides the two being even more ridiculously lovey-dovey than usual, life goes back to normal. Or as normal as it gets for them. 

And they all live happily ever after the end.

[cabensonsgirly]

👼These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends (Multi-Char)[NSFW]👼

Multiple SP characters x fem!reader

Xandra, Billie-Dean, Ally Mayfair, Anne Gillette, Audrey Tindall, Wilhemina Venable, Ellie Staple, Diane Sherman, Mildred Ratched.

👼Slice 2👼

Co-authored with @billiedeannovak ​ even though she’ll deny it.

👼Wordcount: 1530👼

👼Published on AO3: Read Here👼

👼 Taglist: @mrsdeanhoward @okpaulson 👼

👼 Content (some for later parts): Super Au, dubious consent, slow-burn, manipulation, face-slapping, drug-use, alcohol, smut, cunnilingus, strap-on, cum, choking, degradation, sex-work, court, bruises, spit, mommy kink, daddy kink, humiliation, public sex/teasing 👼 

👼She rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh, she was not interested in this man in the slightest and he wasn’t even that good in bed, it was his money she was after, and she would leave the relationship with all of it after they get married. He had been talking about marriage for the past few months seeing as they had been together for a few years, completely unaware of how disinterested she actually is. Anne was not a woman to fall in love, nor was she the type of woman to settle down and get married. 👼

Rita leads Anne from the courtroom, the pair laughing quietly and talking amongst themselves as they made their way to an elevator. Rita gestured for Anne to enter before she went to herself, “Rita!” the older woman fights the urge to roll her eyes, telling Anne where she was to go and how to get there before she closes the elevator door. She turns to face the woman who yelled her name “Oh what a pleasant surprise, Detective Benson. What do I owe the pleasure?”

Olivia shakes her head, jaw set firm as she stops in front of Rita “What the fuck are you doing? The evidence shows that she was the one that set the crime up! Who cares if Prestwick was blackmailed!? Gillette killed her damned parents and you know it. Just because you have some vendetta with my team doesn’t-“

Rita laughs, shaking her head with an amused smile on her face “How many times must we do this, Olivia? It is my job to defend people regardless of what they do, just like it is your job to investigate crimes ethically. I know I’m doing my job to the books; I can’t say the same about you. My advice, lie back and pretend like you’re enjoying it. You’ll last longer.” She steps into the elevator after the doors ding open, she turns to give the detective one last cursory glance “You lost, Benson.” She states before the doors close.

It doesn’t matter whether she believes Anne killed her parents or not, the woman had paid her generously to defend her and she was going to do just that. Nor does it matter the two have history, it didn’t impact the case or her ability to do her job. She was looking forward to the end of it though so she could finally actually enjoy a quiet drink without the guilt of knowing she should be working instead.

Once the doors open, she makes her way quickly to where Anne should be, letting out a breath of relief when she sees Anne sitting back in one of the seats, her blazer draped over the back of it. “You really think I’d risk doing a runner after the absolute field day you had out there? Ms. Calhoun I’m offended” she laughs, a coy smirk tugging at her lips “I’m saving the energy for once I’m cleared of my charges. How does that sound? You come back to the estate and unwind, just like the-“

Rita hushes her, swatting her arm lightly as she takes a seat opposite the blonde “Ms. Gillette! The walls have ears.” She shrugs her blazer off as well and leans back in her seat, propping her elbow up on the armrest before leaning her head against it, a small smile on her face as she looks at the woman opposite her.

“I never thought I’d be defending you in a murder case too, Anne. It’s one thing helping you get out of minor assault charges, but for a double-homicide?” She lets out a laugh, shaking her head “That is something else entirely. You were always one to make a grand show of things though, hm?” Rita quirks a brow at the blonde, a faint smirk tugging at her lips which earns an eye-roll and scoff from the blonde.

“Oh please Rita, I’m hardly as dramatic as that Tindall woman. Now, after this is all over, would you like to join me for drinks? Nothing else will happen, just an extra thank you for your hard work.” Rita sighs quietly “I can’t- I owe Novak a round after being so rough on her in court. She’s an amazing lawyer and a hard-worker, I’d rather not burn that bridge.”

Rita’s phone buzzes against the table and she immediately grabs it, turning the screen on to see the message before her eyes dart to Anne’s “They’ve reached a verdict, Ms. Gillette” she breathes out, a very faint hint of a nervous waver. “Well then, let’s get this over and done with.” Anne stands up and puts her blazer on, doing a button up in the middle then brushing some of her hair behind her ear. She follows Rita out of the room and down the hall to the elevator, this is the first time since this case started that she feels genuinely nervous- Not that she committed the crime, anyone would be nervous if they were in court.

Rita gives Anne’s arm a gentle squeeze before they exit the elevator and make their way into the court room, both ignoring the glares coming from the prosecution as they take a seat behind their table. “All stand for the Judge.” They do just that, Rita glancing at Casey out the corner of her eye, noticing how tense she appears before they take their seats again once the Judge has sat down.

Court:                 Will the jury foreperson please stand. Has the jury reached a unanimous verdict?

Foreperson:          Yes.

                                  CLERK TAKES THE VERDICT FORM

                                     AND HANDS IT TO THE JUDGE.                              

Rita rests her hand on Anne’s thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze upon noticing how anxious the woman was before returning her hand to rest on the table with her other one.

Judge:                    The jury find the defendant not guilty. The defendant is free to go home. Lets hope we don’t see you in this court again, Ms. Gillette. The jury is thanked and excused. Court is adjourned.

Anne lets out a shaky breath before standing up and throwing her arms around Rita in a tight hug, repeatedly mumbling thank you to her. Rita returns the hug before pulling back slightly, gently wiping away the few tears that had spilled onto Anne’s cheeks, giving her a soft smile “I told you that I’d make sure you were found not guilty, Ms. Gillette. I’m a woman of my word, you should know that by now.”

Anne smiles back and lets go of Rita before running a hand through her short blonde hair “A miracle worker.” She glances over Rita’s shoulder and sees Casey watching intently, a disheartened look on her face before returning her gaze back to the woman in front of her “I should get going, it looks like Casey wants a word with you and she definitely looks like she needs a few drinks. I’ll see you around, Rita.” She kisses the woman’s cheek in farewell before taking her leave, feeling considerably lighter and more free now that the case is over.

Once she is out of the courthouse, she takes out her phone and calls her boyfriend- well, he thinks he’s her boyfriend, but she really couldn’t care less. “Hi darling, you’re talking to a free woman. No I’m not upset you couldn’t be in court, it would hardly be a good look for a detective to be seen on the alleged criminal’s side. You can make it up to me tonight when you take me out for dinner- Yes Yn can come along too, she is your daughter after all. I will take her shopping for something nice- I won’t be spoiling the girl. She needs nicer clothing to go to the restaurant I have in mind. Don’t worry- I already told you I am not going to spoil the girl. I don’t like repeating myself so it would do you some good to actually listen. I’ll pick her up from university and we’ll go from there. Mhmm, love you too. See you tonight.”

She rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh, she was not interested in this man in the slightest and he wasn’t even that good in bed, it was his money she was after, and she would leave the relationship with all of it after they get married. He had been talking about marriage for the past few months seeing as they had been together for a few years, completely unaware of how disinterested she actually is. Anne was not a woman to fall in love, nor was she the type of woman to settle down and get married.

“You better not fuck this family up too, Ms. Gillette” Anne turns to find Olivia walking towards her, thoroughly pissed off “Yn is like a daughter to me, so if I find out you do anything to upset her-“ The blonde gives her a bored look “Do you have nothing better to do, Olivia? Were you not listening to what the judge said? I’m an innocent woman, so no, I didn’t fuck my family up, daddy did when he killed my mother before himself.”

She takes a step closer to the brunette, a smug smirk settling on her face “You may be like a mother to her, Olivia, but unlike you… I actually am her step-mom, something you will never be. Now, this may be a surprise to you, seeing as you’re someone that never works, I have things to do including taking Yn clothes shopping for our celebratory dinner tonight. You’re not invited.” She fakes a pout “How unfortunate” before laughing and making her way to the car that was waiting for her before getting in, telling the driver where to go.