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anthrofreshtodeath · 1 year

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11. picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

Maura climbing trees and a leaf is in her hair ☺️

or Jane covered in flower petals when a perp hits her with a bouquet 🤭

It's summer; I couldn't resist! 🥎

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“Bring me in, kid!” Jane shouted from her place around the second base bag. She crouched, bent her knees as she danced, threatening a steal against Marty White, the Drug Control Unit’s burly pitcher. She pinched the brim of her red hat in the Saturday summer sun for some added protection over her Oakley sunglasses. It was hot out.

Homicide was down 5-4 in the bottom of the seventh, the final inning, and this was for the BPD trophy, the title, the bragging rights. The trophy itself, a dinky little thing from the local party supply place, was hallowed hardware at the department despite its humble appearance.

And Maura, the batter at the plate with two outs, knew Jane wanted it. Lusted after it, craved it. It would mean all the more, too, given that the two teams got to invite family and friends to spectate - dozens of people shouted, clapped, and conversed around her, and she could hear Angela Rizzoli cheering her on from about halfway up the metal bleachers.

Maura’s palms sweated.

Jane, Jane looked like a ballplayer out there. She’d hit a ringing double to right field with one out, but then Korsak had flied out just beyond third base and now, Maura, Frankie’s replacement because of his big toe injury, needed to be a hero. For Boston Homicide, for poor Frankie, for her own pride - Jane had actually asked her to play! - and, for Jane. Maura hoped she looked at least a little like a ball player, cobbling together her knowledge of collision theory, launch angle, and wrist mechanics to appear as hitterish as possible - Jane’s word, not hers. “I’ll try!” she shouted back, voice tense and high. Jane smirked, and nodded one time.

Jane believed in her.

Maura shook off the blush that thought gave her, and focused her attention on Marty White’s throwing arm. By the way his shoulder slotted, she could tell how hard he would throw, where the ball would end up, and this ball, given the laws of physics, should run right over the plate, big and slow and fat.

All Maura had to do was hit it.

She pulled her hands close to allow the barrel maximum time through the zone, something Jane had taught her, and schwak!

The ball screamed through the air about seven feet off the ground the entire time, and rolled all the way to the left field wall. “Ah ha!” Maura shouted, holding the just-too-big red helmet over her head as she sprinted to the first base bag. “Go go go go go!” she yelled to Jane, whose back she watched all the way to the plate.

Jane jumped onto that plate, and screamed. “Let’s go!” she released into the atmosphere, crossing her clenched fists. Once she was sure Jane made it safely, Maura realized that the left fielder had bobbled the ball.

She could run for days. All the way home.

She could win the game.

“Hustle hustle hustle!” came Jane’s voice over the din of jeers and cheers of the brothers and sisters and parents and beer drinkers. Maura blocked everything else out but that voice, that voice and the huffing of her own labored breath as she chugged toward third base.

Maura rounded it, and oh no.

The ball squibbed in from the outfield, and Maura watched it, just a foot or so ahead of her - it was going to beat her. She heard Jane in her head, this time as an inner coach. Bowl ‘em over, Maura. Make him hold the ball if he wants to tag you.

Maura made the decision then - diminutive DCU detective Steven Garcia guarded the plate just as the ball rolled into his glove, and though his defense had a sterling reputation, Maura felt she could take him. So, she lowered her right shoulder, jumped just as she got to home, and boom.

She shoved, he fell, and the bounce of her belly on the dirt, of her head just by the white of the plate, knocked her silly. Blackout.

When she came to, blinking slowly to banish the blur, a figure hunched over her as her helmet still spun and rattled against the backstop. That figure was brushing dirt off her cheek with a thumb.

That figure was Jane. Smiling, cloud-nine-living Jane.

“D… did I make it?” Maura growned. Ambient sounds returned to her slowly, but Jane’s words were clear, even if they were slow, quiet, conscientious of Maura’s altered state.

“Sure did,” said Jane. “Knocked the ball right out of his glove, Pete Rose. Trophy’s comin’ home with us.”

“Home?” croaked Maura, letting Jane pull her up to her feet. “Well…” started Jane, just in time for the rest of the team to mob wobbly Maura at the plate. Well, Maura and Jane, because Jane wrapped both arms around Maura’s waist so she could withstand the friendly onslaught. “Bar first! Then home! Time to celebrate you!”

#otp prompts june 2023 #rizzoli and isles #lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #some softball fun #halos just took the first two of four from the rangers LFG

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julieverne · 1 year

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Tommy Rizzoli killed Colin Doyle. Went to his big detective sister for help. Jane covered it up.

Maura Doyle was sent to find Tommy. She was, after all, a doctor as well as her father's right hand man. Her calculating brain always had her one step ahead of the law. Frankie was immune to her charms, but over days, weeks, months of flirting, Jane melted.

They made love. It was tender and soft and Jane fell asleep, woke handcuffed to a radiator. Maura held a scalpel.

Jane didn't break. Didn't betray her brother. A brother for a brother leaves the world brotherless, Jane told Maura, who almost smiled.

A call came through. They'd found him. He'd been exterminated. Maura normally wasn't compelled by human emotion, but Jane's weeping touched her somehow.

She had intended to leave Jane pinned to the floor, a scalpel through each palm. But to waste hands like that would be a sin against a deity she didn't believe in, so instead she left her huddled, cuffed to the radiator again.

"Paybacks's a bitch," Maura said, closing her medical bag. She was to start a new job tomorrow. Medical Examiner. Pointing the blame away from the family when the bodies turned up. Her family accepted her for who she was. Someone who didn't mind this sort of work. She stepped forward, brushed the sweaty, blood-matted hair from Jane's face, watching Jane's tear-stained eyes avoid her. "And so am I," Maura added, almost regretfully, before turning and leaving the basement.

She waited one day before calling in a disturbance at the abandoned house she'd left Jane in. She was supposed to wait two, but it was the only kindness she could offer to someone who'd offered the only kindness Maura had ever known.

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I don't normally go dark and I don't want to play with this any more. Just read a book that ruined my day so take a mobdaughter!Maura AU.

#rizzoli and isles #rizzles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #jane rizzoli #rizzles ficlet #rizzles fanfic

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supersqcorp-nebula · 2 years

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Had a stupid realization why was benda strong like around the majority of my fav ships. She starred as queen nia in the 100

Which as we know had our beloved ship clexa THEN!!! I remember i saw her in rizzoli & isles. She played a lesbian. * was her character a murderer yes but thats nothing new*

Like a leabian on a show with literal lesbians!! Jane ad maura were married from the beginning and thats all I can say. So yes another gay ship she was around for. NEEXT!! we know her and love/hate her......Lillian Luthor

NOT MOTHER to the Lesbian half of our iconic ship supercorp!!!. I swear anything this woman is in/ touches is gay and I love that for her.

#supercorp #supercorp endgame #rizzles #Clexa #she had been involved in 3 icobic ships like wtf #the power that she has #brenda strong #lillian luthor

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katnisshawkeye · 29 days

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Il Re delle Volpi

Scheda informativa

Autore: Fiore Manni – sua è anche l'illustrazione in copertina Direzione grafica: the world of dot – Francesca Leoneschi (art director) e Mauro De Toffol (graphic designer) Editore: Rizzoli Prima edizione: ottobre 2023 Pagine: 490 Prezzo: € 17,50

Trama

Il giorno del suo diciottesimo compleanno, Marian ha ben poco da festeggiare: la madre l'ha promessa in sposa al detestabile Carl Lawrence, e a lei non resta che ubbidire. È proprio nella residenza di campagna del futuro marito che la ragazza incontra una volpe nascosta in un cespuglio. Incredibile ma vero, la volpe le parla. Si chiama Macbeth, e le fa una promessa: se Marian lo aiuterà a tornare a Faerie, il Re delle Volpi in cambio esaudirà qualsiasi suo desiderio. Marian, che per tutta la vita non ha fatto altro che subire le decisioni altrui, non ha dubbi. Questa è l'occasione che ha sempre sognato per rivendicare la sua libertà! Appena varcato il passaggio tra l'Altrove e il mondo di Faerie, però, scopre di essersi cacciata in un mare di guai e che Aleister, il Re delle Volpi, non è esattamente come se lo era immaginato. In compagnia del viziatissimo (ma affascinante) re, Marian dovrà sfuggire a fate vendicative, introdursi nel labirinto sotterraneo dei nani, difendersi da frotte di goblin e da mostri feroci. Ma, soprattutto, per la prima volta, dovrà imparare a sentire la propria voce.

Recensione

Fin dal prologo si nota come l'attenzione per le leggende gaeliche sia il punto chiave del nuovo libro di Fiore Manni, ma subito ci si accorge che anche la letteratura inglese ha la sua importanza.

Il libro si apre quasi come Orgoglio e Pregiudizio di Jane Austen. Quasi solamente perché l'incipit di "Il Re delle Volpi" è semplificato, più moderno e meno pesante, accompagnandoti per mano in un mondo e in un'epoca caratterizzati dagli obblighi e dai doveri coniugali ed ereditari dell'alta borghesia inglese.

La protagonista, Marian Crawford, è la terzogenita della sua famiglia. Ma mentre le sorelle maggiori, Margaret ed Elizabeth, sono a loro agio alle feste e ai balli, al corteggiamento dei ragazzi carini, agli inviti a eventi sociali, Marian si trova più a suo agio con il naso chino in un libro, immaginando mille avventure e trovando proprio nei libri conforto e risposte a domande e pensieri che non ha il coraggio di esporre ad alta voce.

Ma, nell'andare avanti, il libro inizia a somigliare più a Le Avventure di Alice nel Paese delle Meraviglie di Lewis Carroll: come Alice segue il Coniglio nella sua tana, Marian segue la volpe nel suo mondo*. Ma la somiglianza tra Marian e Alice non si ferma qui: entrambe le protagoniste delle loro storie, infatti, amano la lettura e nei libri trovano il loro mondo e le loro avventure, vivendone poi una loro, personale, solo quando incontrano la magia di cui hanno sempre solo letto nelle narrazioni che le appassionano.

La volpe, Macbeth, ricorda inoltre quella de Il Piccolo Principe di Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. È una creatura per così dire magica, parlante, che nel suo sapere sa essere saggia e che prende a fidarsi con l'umano protagonista della storia condividendo perle del suo mondo, in modo tale da aiutare inconsciamente Marian nel suo destino.

Interessante è come Marian si senta di impazzire nel mentre sceglie di seguire Macbeth e non, invece, di far parte di un sogno che sembra così reale da apparire vero e dal quale si sveglierà. Come se il svegliarsi da un sogno in cui hai sfiorato un futuro senza matrimonio, un futuro di libertà fosse peggio di essere rinchiuso in un manicomio nel qual caso venissi trovato e avessi raccontato dell'assurda avventura vissuta.

L'avventura di Marian può essere paragonata alla ricerca di se stessa. Fin da quanto la protagonista mette piede a Faerie, le difficoltà e i ripensamenti non mancano di arrivarle una dopo l'altra, mettendola di fronte a domande e a scelte che, prima, avendo sempre vissuto a casa propria tra i suoi amati libri, non si era mai veramente premurata di porsi e di affrontare. Ma, con il proseguire della sua avventura, Marian capisce che il matrimonio non è una "perdita di libertà" se tale libertà è condivisa con qualcuno che si ama veramente.

Le similitudini con altre storie non si fermano a Il Piccolo Principe e ad Alice nel Paese delle Meraviglie, ed è molto divertente e stimolante scoprire le varie ispirazioni, Harry Potter e leggende celtiche comprese, incastonate nella storia in modo da formarne una tutta nuova e meravigliosa.

La lettura è gradevolmente scorrevole, e il libro ha tutte le caratteristiche di una favola moderna.

* La stessa Marian cita di essere diventata Alice che si tuffa nella tana del Bianconiglio alla scoperta del Paese delle Meraviglie, citando inoltre "Quanto è profonda la tana del Bianconiglio?" quando deve effettivamente infilarsi nel buco nero, sudicio e umido, ingresso di Faerie.

Valutazione

★★★★★ 5/5

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Jack Bennet e la chiave di tutte le cose, Rizzoli, 2018

Jack Bennet e il viaggiatore dai mille volti, Rizzoli, 2019

Come le cicale, Rizzoli, 2021

Nel buio della casa, con Michele Monteleone, Sterling&Kupfer, 2021

Amore, sesso e altre cose così, con Elena Peduzzi, Rizzoli, 2022

Fumetti

4 o'clock. Patetico., Shokdom, 2015

Mask’d - The Divine Children, con Michele Monteleone e Ilaria Catalani, Star Comics, 2020

Una nuova Camelot, con Michele Monteleone, Marco Del Forno, Claudia Giuliani e Maria Letizia Mirabella, Edizioni BD, 2024

Curiosità sull'autrice

Fiore Manni ha, inoltre, un canale YouTube nel quale recensisce e parla di libri, anche insieme al marito Michele Monteleone, che recensisce e parla di libri anche sul suo personale canale YouTube.

Insieme a Michele, Fiore ha un gruppo di lettura: La Lega dei Lettori Straordinari (Telegram – Instagram).

Fiore ha, inoltre, un altro gruppo di lettura tutto suo: The Fox Book Club.

Seguimi anche su Instagram e Facebook!

#myriamystery #rì sir8 #katnisshawkeye #myriam sirotto #myriamagic #myriamworld #myriamworlds #recensioni di libri #recensioni #books are fun #book reviews #reviews #Il Re delle Volpi - Fiore Manni #Il Re delle Volpi #Fiore Manni

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multusxcastalides · 2 years

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Starter call! Send me a symbol through replies, asks or IM, and I’ll hop on a starter!

Apocalypse (TWD/Z Nation/TLOU/FallOut):

🔟 - 10K - Z Nation - Canon - Secondary

💀 - Andrea Harrison - The Walking Dead - Canon - Primary

🍄 - Owen Moore - TLOU(2) - Canon - Secondary

🧟 - Maria Reyes - TWD/TLOU/Fallout - OC - Primary

🎻 - Dina Walters - TWD - OC - Primary

🎸 - Ellie Williams - TLOU(2) - Canon - Secondary

Buffy, the Vampire Slayer:

🔪 - Faith Lehane - Canon - Primary

Dragon Age:

🧝🏽‍♂️ - Zevran Arainai - Canon - Primary

🧙‍♀️ - Morrigan - Canon - Primary

👑 - Alistair Theirin - Canon - Primary

🗡️ - Maxwell Trevelyan - Canon - Primary

⚔️ - Yvesse - OC - Primary

GoT/ASOIAF:

🍷 - Cersei Lannister - Canon - Primary

🔪 - Faith - Crossover - Primary

🍆 - Ros - Canon - Primary

🐾 - Jon Snow - Canon - Secondary

🐺 - Robb Stark - Canon - Primary

🐦 - Sansa Stark - Canon - Primary

🐲 - Rhaella Targaryen - Canon - Primary

Harry Potter:

📚 - Hermione Granger - Canon - Primary

✨ - Draco Malfoy - Canon - Primary

🏡 - Theodore Nott - Canon - Primary

💼 - Lucy Weasley - Canon - Secondary

🍪 - Rose Weasley - Canon - Secondary

🏆 - Roxanne Weasley - Canon - Secondary

History/Reign:

♛ - Mary Stuart - Canon - Primary

Lost Girl:

💋 - Ysabeau Dennis - Canon - Primary

Marvel:

🕷️ - Yelena Belova - Canon - Primary

🐙 - The Experiment (Irina) - OC - Primary

🌎 - Bobbi Morse - Canon - Primary

💻 - Natasha Romanoff - Canon - Primary

One Chicago:

🚨 - Kim Burgess - Canon - Primary

Rizzoli & Isles:

🚔 - Jane Rizzoli - Canon - Primary

Supernatural:

🐙 - The Experiment (Irina) OC - Primary

👻 - Trisha Patricks OC - Primary

🍰 - Dean Winchester - Canon - Secondary

The Dresden Files:

🦇 - Thomas Raith - Canon - Primary

The Vampire Diaries:

🌕 - Tyler Lockwood - Canon - Secondary

🌑 - Damon Salvatore - Canon - Secondary

🌙 - Enzo St. John - Canon - Secondary

Vikings:

🛡️ - Lagertha - Canon - Primary

Fandomless:

🎃 - Alexander Carlisle - OC - Primary

🎀 - Matilde Carlisle -OC - Primary

💞 - Briana Carter - OC - Primary

💔 - Jane Carter - OC - Primary

🚑 - Lucas Jackson - OC - Primary

💄 - Lill Redding - OC - Primary

🐎 - War - OC - Primary

#{ OOC }#Specify a Muse #{ No Muse No Starter }#Mutuals only #{ Starter call }#Added Jane Rizzoli #So new starter call!

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 6 years

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Lena & Maura: Safe House, Pt. 2

A month after Lena's disappearance, Jane enters the morgue at a dead run. "Maura! Maura, turn on the news, quick!"

Maura scrambles for her laptop, and when she tunes into CatCo News, shaky on-scene footage of a crime scene greets her.

"Oh my god." No, no, no....

"Wait," Jame urges. Soon the flashing emergency lights give way to a strip of crime scene tape, and then suddenly she spots a gurney emerging from an old, grungy building, flanked by medics.

Jane reaches for her hand, and Maura clutches tightly. She can hardly breathe, can hardly hear the newscaster over her heart thudding in her ears.

"Authorities are reporting that National City's resident tech magnate Lena Luthor has been located in Washington State," the disembodied voice informs them. "Details are still rolling in, but representatives from Mercy West Hospital in Seattle have confirmed that a woman matching Lena Luthor's description has been admitted and is currently in stable condition."

As the gurney is lifted into the waiting ambulance onscreen, Maura sees a flash of pale skin and dark hair, she knows, she knows it's Lena. A sob of relief pops out of her, and then Jane's arms around her.

"Miss Luthor was reported missing over a month ago, last seen entering her vehicle following her departure from well-known National City hot spot Paca's. Since her disappearance--"

Jane turns the computer off with one hand, without releasing Maura. They already know the lack of details they're reporting-- since her disappearance, there was no ransom, no sightings, no remains. Just-- nothing. L-Corp reportedly continued to run smoothly, but National City had collectively held its breath, waiting for news with equal amounts of hope and dread.

"She's alive--" Maura chokes on the lump in her throat.

Jane pulls her closer. "Yeah, they found her. She's okay..." She nods against the top of Maura's head. "She's going to be okay."

(more under the cut)

It’s almost a week before Maura's phone rings with Lena's ID on the screen. She scrambles for the phone, despite being halfway through a briefing with Jane and Korsak.

"Lena?! Lena, hi. Are you okay?" Silence travels over the line, making Maura wince. "Sorry, that was a stupid question."

Jane nudges her partner out the door, and closes the door behind them. In the quiet that follows, Maura can hear Lena's faint sigh.

"No, it's okay," she says. "I just wanted to call and, um... just to let you know I'm home, and..."

She trails off, and Maura almost starts crying right there. Lena has never, never been at a loss for words.

"Oh, Lena, I'm just so relieved." Maura's breath turns audibly sharp, and she has to swallow the sob back down. Her hands shook, and she pressed the hand not holding her phone tight against her chest. "We've been so worried."

"Thanks, I know. A lot of people were... More than I expected, actually." The scoff that follows sounds hard in Maura's ear, and a rustle of movement drifts through the speaker as Lena adjusts. "I almost can't stand it."

"Stand what?"

Maybe it's the fact Maura is on the other side of the country; maybe it's because it's a phone call and not a face to face conversation; or maybe it's that Lena trusts Maura just enough.

"The looks," Lena responds. Her voice is thick with emotion, and honesty. She sniffles wetly. "The murmurs that stop when I enter the room. I can't even leave my apartment without having to face the gauntlet of reporters outside my building. It's too much-- I'd rather have just..."

She doesn't finish, and Maura doesn't want to imagine just what Lena would have rathered. "Come to Boston."

A ragged inhalation answers first, but the expected refusal isn't what follows.

"Are... are you sure?"

Lena's voice sounds so, so small.

"God, yes!" Maura expels, tears and strained laughter in a single breath. "Get on that goddamn jet you have and get over here."

After a long beat of silence, Lena clears her throat. "Okay."

Jane supports Maura's offer, but with a single warning.

"Just, be careful Maur."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Jane lifts her hands innocently. "Just that you're a healer--"

"I work with dead people."

"But you want to save people," Jane reminds her, rubbing her hands along Maura's arms. "And I love that about you, but babe-- think about it. In National City she has her partner, her friends, her business... but she's coming here instead."

Maura bristles. "I already told you--"

"I know what you said." Jane remains soft, and gentle. "And I’m just saying, she's running from something. And that something might be the kind of help you wanna give her."

Sighing, Maura rests her head on Jane's shoulder. "You're saying we should be what she wants-- not what she needs."

Jane nods. Her arms wrap around Maura, holding her close. "Yeah. I'm not saying we can't be both, but we just gotta be careful about it. Okay?"

"Okay."

It's easier said than done, when Lena shows up on her doorstep the next morning. In leggings and a fluffy oversized sweater, she looks nothing like the high-powered executive Maura has slowly become familiar with. Still, she hides her eyes behind large sunglasses to further discourage from any curious gazes that might find her here in Boston.

"Lena!" Maura moves in for a hug, but catches herself. "Can I--?"

Lena's faint nod gives consent, but not enthusiastically, so Maura keeps the embrace brief. She tries not to notice the way Lena's hands barely touch against her back to return the squeeze. Lena always gave the best hugs.

"Please come in," Maura urges, opening the door wider to admit both Lena and her single mid-size suitcase. Lena steps inside, slowly reaching up to remove her shades. Maura's breath catches in her chest. "Oh, Lena..."

The sunglasses might have obscured her identity, but they'd also served to hide the wide, blackening bruise surrounding her left eye, its edges only just now starting to yellow. And what Maura had at first glance taken for a smudge of lipstick on her lower lip she now recognizes a deep cut scabbed over.

"I'm okay," Lena tells her softly.

Maura nods, wrapping her arms around herself to keep from reaching out and tilting Lena's chin to get a better look, and confirm for herself that the injuries were healing well. "You've gotten checked out, though? I know one of the directors at Mercy West, and--"

"They didn't treat me there," Lena blurts. "I was admitted, but they moved me to another facility for security. I promise, I got the best medical care. I'm fine."

Lena offers no other details, and Maura distracts herself from asking by showing Lena to the guest room. Once she's shown Lena around, pointed out the clean towels and fresh soap, Maura leaves her to settle in.

"Thank you, Maura," Lena says softly, fingers gently brushing the back of Maura's hand. "For... everything."

Maura, who has so far managed to keep herself under control, feels her expression lose the fight and start to crumble. She wraps Lena in a hug, holding her tight as tears pinched from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

This time, Lena tucks her chin and burrows into Maura's shoulder. She doesn't say a word, but the tremble in the hands that press against Maura's back speaks volumes.

Jane and Maura both have to ask Angela to keep her distance, dancing the line between Italian pride and Lena's comfort.

"It's not about you, Ma," Jane tries to explain at the cafe the next morning.

"No, I get it..." Angela waves them off. "She's a classy lady, and I'm not--"

"No, Angela, please," Maura steps in. "You have to understand... Lena is very sensitive, and the only way she'll feel truly comfortable at the house is if she feels that she hasn't disrupted anyone's lives. I've managed to convince her that her visit isn't an imposition, but that won't hold if she knows how often you come over."

"And that's all we want, Ma-- for Lena to feel comfortable. It's why she's here."

Angela sighs. "I get that," she assures them, "I do." Jane and Maura share a glance, and a mutual sigh of relief as Angela seems to let it go.

"But--"

"Ma!!"

"I could bring over some of my famous chicken soup, or my lasagna!! That's sure to help her feel better!"

"Oh my god..."

"No." The edge in Maura's voice makes Angela pause where Jane's enduring exasperation does not. "You are a good mother, Angela, and a natural nurturer. I understand that you want to help, but please believe me when I say that a good mother is the last thing Lena needs right now."

"Everyone should have a good mother--"

"But Lena doesn't! And that ship has unfortunately sailed, which means that any reminder of a good thing Lena didn't get to have is only going to make her feel worse, so please-- please do not come to the house."

Maura can't help the tears that come to her eyes, or the way her voice shakes. And finally, it's enough to appease Angela.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll give you guys some space."

Lena stays quiet, and continues to favor long, fluffy sweaters despite the comfortable temperature inside the house. She seems to sleep most of the day, and emerges from the guest room in the late afternoon to cook dinner. Maura tells her that isn't necessary, but lets it go when Lena confesses she finds it soothing-- like chemistry, but with a lower brain power threshold.

So it goes, for days, never asking questions, not giving Lena any reason to withdraw more than she has. Until one night, Maura is late coming home, and passes the guestroom just as a voice sounds within.

"Please, please don't--!"

"Lena?!" Maura pushes into the room with her heart in her throat and a hand reaching for the pepper spray she keeps in her purse.

The room inside is dark, and devoid of intruders. As Maura's eyes quickly adjust to the shadows, she finds that the only lump on the bed is Lena, and she's thrashing against sheets that have gotten twisted around her.

"No, no, no, no..."

Maura knows waking a victim of night terrors is a bad idea. But all reason is eclipsed by the need to help, pressing more urgently with every frightened moan.

"Lena..." Maura discards her purse by the door, and sits on the edge of the bed opposite Lena. She reaches out, and tentatively touches Lena's wrist-- she doesn't grab, or press... just enough contact to let her know she was there. "Lena, it's oka--"

The moment her fingers touch skin, Lena flings her arm away, narrowly missing Maura as she dodges. She bolts upright with a cry, eyes wide and unfocused as she recoils from Maura in the dark.

"No, don't-- get away--"

Maura surges towards the nearest lamp, and Lena dives for the edge of the bed. It comes sooner than she expects, and hits the floor on her back with one leg still trapped in the bed sheets.

"Lena!!" Maura flicks on the overhead light as she comes around the end of the bed. Lena sobs, clawing at the sheet roped around her leg. Rather than adding her hands to desperate chaos, Maura untucks the sheet completely.

Freed, Lena scrambles upright and presses herself into the corner, where the bedside table met the wall. Approaching slowly, Maura lifts both hands where Lena can see them.

"Stay-- stay back--" Lena chokes, blinking in the suddenly light. "Don't, please--"

"Lena, it's okay, it's me-- It's Maura. You're safe. I won't come any closer." She kneels where she stands, still more than an arms-breadth away. "It's okay. It's Maura. You're safe."

Finally, Lena's eyes focus, scanning the room as her breath comes sharp and fast. Then she looks at Maura, and recognizes her.

"Maur-- Maura?"

"Yes, it's me. You're in my house, in Boston. Do you remember?"

Lena nods jerkily. "I-- Did I hurt you?"

"Sweetie, no... no, of course not. We're both fine." Maura inches closer as Lena silently starts to cry. "It's okay..."

But she wonders, even as she says it, because as she scoots closer, she sees what the fluffy sweaters have been hiding. Lena's tank top exposes a long neck mottled with aging bruises, with matching handprints curling around both biceps in wide bands of yellow and green.

Most alarming, though, are the deep, furrowed scabs circling her wrists, where she had struggled to free herself of bonds... and failed.

"What do you need?" Maura asks when she notices Lena searching the space around her.

"M--my phone," she chokes out. "I need my phone--"

Maura spies it on the bedside table and disconnects it from its charging cord. As soon as it's in Lena's hands she's dialing a number so fast Maura doesn't catch a single digit.

It doesn't ring long.

"It's me--" Lena struggles to get herself back under control and somewhat manages. "I'm fine, I just-- just wanted to h-hear your--" Lena covers her mouth with one hand, pressing her eyes shut.

Maura has to rub her hand over her own mouth, to keep from breaking down herself. In the silence, she hears Kara calling Lena's name.

Lena takes a ragged breath, pulling her hand away to run it through her tangled hair as her features crumple.

"I need you," she whispers. "I need you."

Five minutes later, Jane opens the door to Kara Danvers standing on the stoop in her pajamas and bunny slippers-- complete with floppy ears.

"Hotel?"

Jane had assumed Kara might follow Lena to Boston. It's what she'd do, if Maura had been missing for a month and then decided to skip town. Give her space, but stay on hand...

Already halfway inside before Jane had finished speaking, blue eyes snap sharply to her. "What?" Kara asks distractedly.

"Never mind..."

Kara is already gone, moving swiftly towards the guest room. Jane stares after her, until Maura appears a short moment later.

Her eyes are damp and red, and melts instantly into Jane's embrace. Jane had already been asleep when Maura came home, and only awakened at Lena's sharp shout of alarm. She'd dashed to the guest room and then stood helplessly in the doorway with gun in hand as Lena slowly fell apart.

"It'll be okay," Jane whispers. "She's not alone."

For a shameful moment, Jane is actually envious of the bruised woman sitting in her guest room. She still remembers the nightmares she had after Hoyt, before she and Maura had come together. Before she'd allowed her mother access into her life as a cop, she'd had those nightmares and suffered them alone.

Lena isn't alone. She was accepting comfort in a way Jane never had. Until Maura.

"I love you," she murmurs against Maura's hair, and feels her wife shudder with muffled tears in response.

The next morning, Jane and Maura emerge from their bedroom on the tail end of a conversation between Lena and Kara in the kitchen.

"...if you don’t want to come back, fine. I can stay here," Kara murmurs quietly.

"I won't be what keeps you from National City," Lena counters. "I can’t be what keeps you from that. I'm not ready to go back, but I can't keep you away."

"I want to be here. You need me more than they do--"

"Kara, please."

Kara sighs, just as Jane and Maura join them. "Okay," she accepts. She holds Lena's gaze for a long moment, before finally turning to greet their hosts with a strained smile. "Good morning."

"Morning," Jane returns, eyeing them both.

"How are you both feeling?" Maura asks, though her eyes remain locked on Lena.

Lena nods. "Fine."

"I was just leaving," Kara informs them. "But thank you for letting me crash here last night. And for giving Lena a place to stay while she's here."

"Of course," Maura returns.

Kara turns back back to Lena. "You'll call? If you need anything...?"

"Always."

That seems to be enough for Kara. She glances at her phone. "There's my Uber. I'll call you when I land, okay?"

Lena nods, and allows one last kiss before Kara takes her leave. Before Maura could start in on Lena herself, her cell phone rings in the bedroom.

"I'll be right back," she sighs.

Now it's just Jane and Lena, alone for the first time since Lena had come to them. Lena has yet to pull on a sweater, and the evidence of her abuse is vivid in the light of day.

Jane rubs the scars that mar her own palms, and tries not to stare.

"I'm sorry for the commotion last night," Lena says quietly.

Jane glances up at her, quickly shaking her head. "Oh. No, no, I get it. I get it." An awkward silence follows. Swallowing, Jane takes the plunge. "It gets easier," she promises.

Green eyes flash to her, and then soften as Lena makes the connection, and hears the truth running beneath the words that would be a platitude from anyone who hasn't been a victim themselves.

"And you know, they'll keep looking for whoever did it..."

Lena shakes her head. "I know exactly who took me," she says, voice heavy. "And they won't find a single trace of her."

"What do you mean?" Maura returns at that moment, and zeroes in on Lena like a bloodhound. "The news said--"

"It was my mother," Lena confesses. Maura's protest catches in her throat, even as her hand curls tightly against her phone. "She did this."

"But why would Lillian--"

"Because she's a sociopath. She doesn't care for anything beside her own agenda, or anyone. She wanted me to help her, and when I refused she thought she could encourage me."

Now Jane realizes what Maura meant in the cafe, and what she'd shared with Angela.

"I'm the only one who can stop her."

Jane looks at Lena’s resolute face, and then shares a glance with Maura. Neither of them are strangers to vengeance, or moral responsibility. But something in Lena's voice makes Jane's skin crawl, and she struggles to find something to say that won't invite information she doesn't want to know.

"But not today," she says finally.

Lena smiles, though her eyes remain dark. "No," she agrees. "Not today."

Jane nods, and claps her hands together. "Okay, then. Who wants pancakes?"

#i wrote dis #supercorp #rizzles #lena luthor #maura isles #kara danvers #jane rizzoli #supergirl #rizzoli & isles #in this headcanon angela took janes apartment when jane moved in with maura #i love these girls #my poor babies #i hate myself a little #but i also kinda love me #this is long #so i added a read more (finally)

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jobethdalloway · 3 years

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Hi all! Still going semi-strong adding ideas now and then to this little low-key story. Just vibes. gettin down with vibes and an unexpected purchase c/o Jane.

On AO3 as well. Happy reading!

#rizzles #rizzoli and isles #jane rizzoli #maura isles

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weirdesplinder · 3 years

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Mary Bennet torna in libreria

Da fan di Jane Austen non potevo non segnalarvi un’uscita di questo mese in libreria.

Piemme pubblica infatti questo luglio “La sorella dimenticata” di Janice Hadlow, romanzo che ha come protagonista il presonaggio di Mary Bennet di Orgoglio e Pregiudizio.

Titolo: La sorella dimenticata

Autore: Janice Hadlow

Link: https://amzn.to/3hbyONB

Trama: Nella loro tenuta di Longbourn, in un mondo, quello di inizio Ottocento, in cui l’occupazione principale di ogni ragazza in età da marito era, appunto, trovarne uno – possibilmente più ricco, con maggiori possedimenti e con una migliore posizione sociale –, le sorelle Bennet sono le ragazze giuste nel posto giusto. Belle, brillanti, giovani, Jane ed Elizabeth, le più mature, e Lydia e Catherine, le più piccole, spendono il loro tempo tra balli, corteggiamenti e progetti di matrimonio. E poi c’è Mary. La sorella di mezzo. Da sempre considerata una delusione dalla madre per il suo aspetto ordinario e il carattere austero, la terza sorella Bennet vorrebbe diventare invisibile e sparire nei libri che tanto ama, la sua unica forma di consolazione e distrazione dalla solitudine. Perché anche in una famiglia così numerosa ci si può sentire soli, quando si è diversi. Tuttavia, crescendo, Mary ha le idee sempre più chiare su cosa non vuole dalla vita. Ed è pronta, in un mondo che non la comprende, a lottare per viverla a modo suo. Ma quando finalmente l’amore busserà alla sua porta, Mary sarà in grado di riconoscerlo, e riconoscersi finalmente degna di essere amata? Poiché solo quando impariamo ad accettare noi stessi possiamo accogliere l’amore degli altri, e aspirare a raggiungere la nostra idea di felicità.

Ora, Piemme pubblicizza quest’uscita come l’arrivo finalmente, per la prima volta, di un romanzo dedicato alla più ignorata delle sorelle Bennet, Mary. Ma in realtà, al personaggio di Mary, nel corso degli anni sono stati dedicati molti romanzi, anche da scrittori molto famosi. Credo sia una delle Bennet di cui in effetti si sia scritto di più.

Basti pensare al libro L’ Indipendenza della signorina Bennet, di Colleen McCullough, pubblicato in Italia da Rizzoli, ad esempio.

Link: https://amzn.to/2UW0Y6x

Trama: Elizabeth la saggia, Lydia la frivola, Kitty la mondana, Jane la bella, Mary la timida. Generazioni di lettrici hanno pianto, sperato, sognato insieme alle sorelle Bennet, indimenticabili protagoniste di Orgoglio e pregiudizio. Vent’anni dopo l’epilogo del romanzo della Austen, le ritroviamo qui al fianco di mariti devoti, distratti o crudeli; assediate dalla malinconia o dai pettegolezzi; impegnate a crescere i figli o a frequentare circoli alla moda; alle prese con le gioie, i dubbi e le debolezze del tempo che passa. Tutte tranne Mary, la più docile, la più riservata… Non si può dire che, fino a qui, la vita sia stata troppo generosa con lei: bruttina, ignorata dai pretendenti e inchiodata alle convenzioni, ha trascorso più di un decennio al capezzale di una madre capricciosa e malata. Ora, alla morte di questa, si ritrova improvvisamente sola e libera, con un futuro tutto da inventare. Sfidando le convenzioni e le proprie più profonde paure, Mary si getta in un’avventura imprevedibile, complicata e appassionante quanto la vita stessa.

O al libro Un' insolita Mary di S. M. Klassen pubblicato in Italia da Vintage editore

Link: https://amzn.to/3xpB5KA

Trama: Una volta che Liz e Jane hanno sposato i loro amati Darcy e Bingley, non solo hanno coronato i loro sogni d'amore, ponendo le basi per la loro felicità, ma hanno anche inaspettatamente e incredibilmente innalzato le condizioni della famiglia Bennet. Mary, quindi, non si vede più costretta a vivere nell'incubo di una madre che vuole maritarla a tutti i costi, per questo si sente libera di mettere da parte il carattere scorbutico con il quale aveva cercato di allontanare ogni possibile pretendente, di abbandonare gli occhiali dietro ai quali si era sempre barricata e trova addirittura il coraggio di dichiarare ai suoi genitori la propria scelta di non sposarsi mai e di voler vivere libera per sempre. Quando Liz viene a sapere dell'incredibile cambiamento della sorella, la invita a Pemberley. Sarà in questo scenario meraviglioso che Mary rinascerà grazie all'amicizia con Georgiana e alle bellezze di una vita che non si sarebbe mai aspettata. L'autrice S. M. Klassen ha dato vita a una Mary straordinaria, protagonista di un romanzo dalle molte sfaccettature: non mancano gli accenti gotici che tanto appassionavano i lettori di un tempo.

che ha anche un suo seguito: Un’eccentrica Mary di S M. Klassen

Trama: Nessuno si sarebbe mai aspettato che Miss Mary Bennet potesse avere in realtà una personalità così fuori dal comune. Nel primo volume della saga ci ha rivelato il macchinoso piano che si celava dietro il suo sgradevole temperamento. Ma se pensate che Mary abbia smesso di sorprendere, non potreste essere più lontani dalla realtà. Con una ritrovata, o forse svelata, fiducia in sé stessa, forte dell’amicizia con la sua cara Georgiana, Mary è pronta a farsi largo nel mondo. Dopo aver pubblicato il suo primo romanzo di successo, le sempre più frequenti visite del Capitano Jameson fanno ben sperare in altre elettrizzanti novità. Ma per l’insolita Mary ci sono altre, sconvolgenti, sorprese all’orizzonte… Dopo aver fatto ritorno alla casa paterna, ben presto viene richiamata a Pemberley per dare conforto alla sua amica Miss Darcy, improvvisamente malata. E tra le confortevoli mura della tanto amata Pemberley, lo scompiglio è sempre in agguato. La vita di Miss Bennet, inoltre, sarà improvvisamente oggetto di nuove particolari attenzioni e, dopo aver lottato per anni contro un destino convenzionale, si troverà a comprendere e interpretare le sfumature che delineano la distanza tra cuore e onore.

Se poi guardiamo all’estero, i romanzi disponibili in inglese, e inediti in italiano, dedicati al personaggio di Mary Bennet sono tantissimi, vi cito uno degli ultimi:

The Pursuit of Mary Bennet di Pamela Mingle

Link: https://amzn.to/3wd8IOH

Trama: Crescere con quattro sorelle straordinarie - Jane ed Elizabeth, belle e sicure di sé, e Lydia e Kitty, civettuole e spensierate - non è stato facile per un topo di biblioteca goffo come Mary Bennet. Ma con quasi tutte le sue sorelle sposate e andate via dalla casa, la non raffinata Mary si è trasformata in una giovane donna attraente e maritabile. Quando un altro scandalo che coinvolge Lydia e Wickham minaccia casa Bennet, Mary e Kitty vengono spedite a far visita a Jane e suo marito, Charles Bingley, dove incontrano l'affascinante Henry Walsh. Ansiosa e ingenua, Mary è confusa dalle attenzioni di Henry, anche se si ritrova ad avvicinarsi a lui. Potrebbe essere davvero questo l'amore?

Altri titoli disponibili in inglese sempre dedicati a Mary Bennet, nel caso vi possa interessare sono:

Mary Bennet di Jennifer Paynter

The Secret Life of Miss Mary Bennet di Katherine Cowley

A Match for Mary Bennet: Can a Serious Young Lady Ever Find Her Way to Love? di Eucharista Ward

Mary Bennet di Jennifer Becton

Ma ce ne sarebbero molti alti credetemi.

Se poi vi interessano i seguiti di Orgoglio e pregiudizio sappiate che ho dedicato diversi post all’argomento tempo fa e potete leggerli qui:

https://weirdesplinder.tumblr.com/post/43721970214/seguiti-di-orgoglio-e-pregiudizio

In particolare, personalmente, io avevo molto apprezzato il libro:

Titolo: Longbourn house

Autore: Jo Baker

Editore: Einuaudi

Link: https://amzn.to/3yhvlD2

Trama: Sarah, la cameriera orfana di Longbourn, passa le sue giornate lavando il bucato, lucidando i pavimenti, e lo svuotando i vasi da notte per la famiglia Bennet. Ma c'è tanto romanticismo, crepacuore, e intrigo nei locali della locali della servitù di Longbourn, quanto al piano di sopra. Quando un misterioso nuovo cameriere arriva, l'ordinato regno delle sale della servitù rischia di essere completamente, forse irrimediabilmente, sconvolto.

La mia opinione: Mi è piaciuto molto, e ciò è più di quanto posso dire riguardo molti seguiti o riscritture legati in qualche modo a Orgoglio e pregiudizio. In parte ciò è dovuto al fatto che l'autrice non racconta la storia dei Bennett e delle loro figlie, ma la vita dei loro servitori. E in particolare le avventure di Sarah, una cameriera. Perciò è un libro del tuto nuovo, ma scritto con uno stile giusto, non austiniano, perché è più semplice e meno ironico della Austen, ma comunque adatto all'epoca che tratta. Inoltre è un libro in parte corale che ci permette di sbirciare la vita dei Bennet e i fatti raccontati in Orgoglio e pregiudizio, e tutto questo è coerente in tutto e per tutto e perfettamente plausibile. Sospiro di sollievo. Anche la parte ambientata dopo il matrimonio di Lizzy e Darcy ci racconta una Pemberly esattamente come l'avevo immaginata. La storia di Sarah e James prende facilmente il lettore e ogni personaggio è amabile e verosimile. Vedere la vita dei domestici mentre interagiscono fra loro, mi ha ricordato molto, a tratti, Downtown Abbey con le dovute differenze. Comunque sia, un bel libro davvero che consiglio a tutti i fan della Austen finalmente ho trovato un libro moderno legato ad una sua opera degno di essere letto. Era ora.

Estratto: “Se Elizabeth Bennet avesse dovuto lavare personalmente le sue sottovesti , Sarah aveva spesso pensato, molto probabilmente sarebbe stata molto più attenta a dove le buttava.”

#orgoglio e pregiudizio #Pamela Mingle #S. M. Klassen #Colleen McCullough #Janice Hadlow #jo baker

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marvel-wlw · 2 years

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Heyy, I love your stories. Can you write something with Jane Rizzoli x reader? There isn’t really a lot about her. Something with her being jealous and/or possessive would be amazing. I understand if you don’t have the time or just don’t want to. Thank youuuu:)

Aw thanks, anon! I would love to write your request! It's been added to my list! 😄

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anthrofreshtodeath · 2 years

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Untitled Thing, Part 3

Still typing away at it. Find parts 1 and 2 here.

Maura now must face her home alone with that revelation. She realizes that she is exposed, out in the air of Cambridge and without Jane close by, though now she begins to confirm her earlier suspicions that Jane may be just as dangerous as whatever she fears in this moment. Is it Jane that she is afraid of, when she jiggles her keys in the lock?

She pushes through, stumbles into the walkway, tripping over the carpet and catching herself right where the light-switch sits on the wall. She puts her hand out, turns it on, and then the bulb above her flickers. With that light, her logic seems to return as well, and she remembers Jane’s words on their stroll.

Doñas de fuera. She runs up her stairs to her study, drops her bag near her ornate oak desk before she forgets the title of the book she needs, the book that she has just recalled mentions about the Sicilian fairies Jane had talked about.

The book - Sicily: Land of Myths, Maidens, and Monsters - is a seminal work in the study of Italic folklore, and an old one, published in 1848. Maura owns one of the few English copies, actually procured at a bookseller in Venice during her last travels to Italy. She crosses over to her bookshelf, traces the titles along the top until she finds it, and pulls it to her desk.

She flicks her desk lamp on, and opens to the entry on the fairies, and starts to read - the fairies appear benevolent for the most part. Maura actually cracks a smile at the third paragraph down, when the doñas are described as leading provincial catholic women in Palermo to Naples to have orgies. The lengths that catholics will go to to admit they enjoy raunchy sex, thinks Maura, including making up an entire race of monster just to say they were cajoled into it.

Apparently, the fairies also go into town at night, in groups, to embrace infants. They are angered by humans that defy them.

She continues down, blinking away some tiredness as she goes. “Oftentimes, the women who told these tales were reported to the Inquisitors in Madrid by the Sicilian Tribunal…” she reads aloud, and then skips some lines ahead, uninterested in the witch trials they endured because Madrid found the stories harmless - the Sicilians didn’t mention Satan in their retellings of their sex travels, so their sins? Minor.

Maura fully admits that makes no sense to her, but she surmises that the logic requires a lifetime steeped in the rituals of the church, a lifetime she hasn’t experienced. She especially didn’t grow up in the catholic traditions of 16th century Spain, or rather, 16th century Sicily under the reign of Spain. She skips down some more, reading that some people who were suspected to be these fairies were subjected to torture, and even had their hands pierced through with silver, in hopes that the silver would, well, make them evaporate? Kill them instantly in some way? Eradicate them.

She shivers at the thought of innocent people, probably nonreading and nonchristian, persecuted under the thumb of the Spanish monarchy, their lands invaded and their customs superimposed upon by a hostile power from the north. And then, as she thinks of these women, she is struck by another revelation.

Jane’s Spanish. Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s. Madrid was Palermo’s Caesar during the time these stories were popular, and then Maura remembers the flickering of Jane’s reflection just before it went out. Maura remembers the long-healed wounds in Jane’s hands.

She shoots back down to her bag and pulls out her phone. She searches her contacts for the new one she just added, Jane Rizzoli, and decides that her curiosity is too great, and that Jane had been too cryptic. And an anthropologist, when faced with a question in the research, in the data, consults the source. She dials, because more than she fears what might happen when the other line picks up, she wants to know if -

“Hello,” the voice that answers says, and then, with a thumping heart and sweaty hands, Maura hangs up.

One word, unmistakably Jane, though Maura has known her for all of forty-five minutes. It sounds like the time Maura took Ian to Romana’s on Prince Street and he had complained about the inauthenticity of the Italian food. Maura had chosen not to correct him about the difference between Italian and Italian-American. She let him, for the sake of peace, remain ignorant. Loud and ignorant, while all the natives to the neighborhood walked past. She had assumed, for the sake of her own pride, that none of them had heard his distaste. If they had, none of them indicated so.

Jane talks like them. And Maura doesn’t know why, despite her intense need to know what Jane knows about these stories, she is suddenly too afraid, too nervous, to talk to her. She stands up quickly, slamming the book shut, drumming her fingers on the top of it while she scans the rest of her study.

Curtains are pulled back from the window behind her desk, and she jumps, shutting them just before she exits with haste. She jogs down the stairs, grateful that Jane hadn’t tried to call her back.

She needs tea.

She puts the kettle on when she reaches the kitchen, thinking of the absurdity of brewing a pot of chamomile at a time like this, when she is pretty sure she met…

No.

These types of creatures do not exist. Doñas de fuera, werewolves, vampires, they are stories that Europeans tell themselves to explain the unexplainable. She waits several minutes for the scream of the kettle, and then pours herself a cup.

As it steeps, she carries it to her small, four chair kitchen table, under yet another window, and covers that window, too. She keeps an eye on the clock of her microwave, the unit above her stove, and sighs - under her hands is her most recent reading, her copy of Virgil’s Eclogues, marked by sticky notes for perhaps the first werewolf story in Italy.

This will be what she reads as she takes her tea to calm her. She will find her peace in history, in a poem she can decode, a work by a real human man that most certainly was not a monster.

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Maura looks at the clock again, having started her reading after midnight, and finds that it is just about two in the morning. Her stomach drops into her shoes again, because it is deep into the night and she must brave the dimly lit stairs to get her phone from the office, and then turn off all the lights in that office to get ready for bed.

She rinses her mug, places it in the dishwasher, and nods to herself, steeling her mind against the sorcerer she has just read about, the one who takes a potion to make himself a wolf.

She is, without a doubt, all over the place both mentally and emotionally. And that is why, after she goes up the stairs, she walks into the office and attempts Jane’s number again from her desk chair. This time, it rings thrice.

“I was wonderin’ if you were gonna call back,” Jane says instead of hello this time.

Maura thinks she hears exhilaration, and windedness. She can hardly imagine Jane breathing heavy when Jane looked as though she were barely breathing at all when she took all those measured, slow steps to Maura’s doorstep. “I didn’t know if I was,” Maura replies. “Actually, I’m not really sure why I’m calling you in the first place. Especially so late.”

That could be a lie.

“Ouch. After all the fun we had tonight?” Jane asks, with teasing in her voice.

Maura blushes. “I didn’t mean to imply that I disliked your company,” she clarifies. “Why do you sound like you just ran a marathon?”

“Maybe I did,” Jane laughs at her forthrightness. People always have, but somehow Jane’s reaction sounds anything but malicious.

“I’m sorry, I - sometimes when I’m nervous I-”

“Look, no reason to be nervous. I just uh, I got a little hungry after our walk is all. So I’m out to eat,” Jane takes pity on Maura. She sounds soft, more in control of her lungs now.

“At two in the morning?” Maura asks, incredulous. “And did you run to your meal?”

“I’m kind of a night owl, Maura. And yeah, somethin’ like that,” says Jane.

“Jane, I’m calling because I…” starts Maura, but she finds herself unable to finish.

“You in trouble?” There’s Jane’s growl again, the one that would shred a dog to pieces if it dared to attack them, even if the growl itself barely registers in Maura’s ears.

“No, god no. I’m at home. Something you said this evening got me thinking,” Maura gains some steam.

“I say a lotta things,” Jane tells her, “not everything should be taken seriously. Especially after the sun goes down.”

“It was about the doñas de fuera,” says Maura.

Jane cuts in. “Hey, your accent is pretty good.”

“Not nearly as good as yours,” Maura responds, and then she sits up straight because if she’d been on her parents’ old landline, she’d be twirling the phone cord around her finger. Find a grip. “Tell me how you learned Spanish?”

“You called me at two in the morning because you want the name of my high school Spanish teacher?” asks Jane, again with a chuckle.

“No, I… I have a lot of theories and no tactful way to share them with you,” Maura admits.

“Well why don’t we throw tact out the window, then?” Jane counters. “I’ve never been one for tiptoeing around somethin’, anyway.”

“I will say that I gathered that from our time together this evening,” says Maura. “I could tell that you’re a… person of action.”

“Why’d you say person so strangely, huh?” asks Jane.

Maura blurts again, because she’s nervous. “Were you trying to tell me something earlier? When we were talking about ways to kill monsters in your country? Are you… were you insinuating you were a doña de fuera?”

Jane sounds like she’s getting into a car when she bellows laughter. “What? No. I’m not some sicilian fairy,” she says. “That’d be my brother.”

“Your… brother? He’s-”

“Gay, Maura. My brother likes men. It was a joke,” says Jane. “Well, he really is gay, but he’s not really a fairy. And Sicily hasn’t been my country for… a long time.”

Maura thinks oh, thank god, to herself. For whatever reason, she hears in Jane’s voice that Jane is not lying. She can put this silly notion to rest. “Have you ever been?” she asks.

“To Sicily?” Jane clarifies.

“Yes.”

“Yeah, a bunch of times,” says Jane. “My… my ma has strong ties. I spent some time there, when I was younger. A lot younger.”

“Oh? And how old are you now?” asks Maura.

She hears a gulp that does sound like a lie. “Thirty-six,” says Jane.

The content of the lie, however, beguiles Maura where the tone does not. “I’m thirty-six, too,” she remarks, taken aback. She leans in her chair and lets it rock while she taps a pen against the top of her desk.

“Is that so?” muses Jane.

“It is,” Maura says. “Jane, I…”

“Have a lot more you wanna ask me,” Jane finishes for her.

“Yes,” Maura breathes in relief that it was said without her having to say it.

“Tell me somethin’, Maura. Why? What about me makes you wanna ask me these things?” Jane seems genuinely curious, anxious for the answer. The car has stopped and Maura hears the jingling of keys and an opening door.

“You’re a secondary source, a Sicilian no less, who knows all about what I’m studying. And you materialized right on my doorstep, so to speak,” she answers.

“To be fair, I didn’t materialize,” Jane, interestingly, takes offense to the verb used. Maura notes that. “I was called by a friend who wanted to make sure you got home safe and I answered that call. Then, I waited for you. No heebie-jeebie stuff about it.”

“I also don’t believe in… heebie-jeebie stuff,” Maura argues. “I just meant that the coincidence is too much to pass up. I think that you could help me tap into a whole new aspect of my research that I haven’t thought about before.”

“L’America,” Jane drawls, like a joke.

Maura is shaken by it, by the way it sounds like the most native thing Jane’s tongue has ever produced in front of her. Her hands tremble when she drops her pen. “Y-yes. American immigrants.” She had been ready to drop Jane’s mysterious mythicality altogether after she’d put herself on a limb and been soundly rejected by asking about the fairies. Now her brain whirrs with the possibilities again.

“Well, when’s the next time you’re heading out to the archive? Maybe I could meet up with you after,” Jane suggests.

Maura thinks quickly. “Tomorrow,” she says. “Well, I guess later this evening,” she revises when she looks up at the clock. “I plan to call Father Kelly in the morning at a decent hour.”

“Ok, then,” Jane agrees. “See ya later this evening. I’ll walk you home again. Take care, Maura.”

“Take care, Jane,” Maura says, and then ends the call. She heads for the shower, knowing she’s much too keyed up to sleep. One word plays in her mind over and over again while she readies all that she’ll need.

L’America.

#lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #riding til the wheels fall off folks #if I keep going this does eventually become a vampire story #also I'm theoretically writing Frankie as gay for the first time ever because why not

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missjaneinthesun · 3 years

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I’m watching Rizzoli & Isles, and can confirm, with age and wisdom, that we were in fact NOT imaging the gay. It’s only the first ad break and Jane has had her hands on Maura’s waist or bum at least 4 times.

#Rizzles #Rizzoli & Isles #Rizzoli and Isles #otp

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dimitrescus-bitch · 4 years

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Not the Type (Jane Rizzoli x Reader)

“Oh no, not again,” Jane said as she saw you sitting in the interrogation room. Normally, when Jane saw you at the precinct, you were there for something stupid and petty. However, you knew that today was a much more serious matter. One of your friends had been brutally murdered and apparently you were being brought in for questioning. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I don’t know, I called in Chloe not showing up to work and they come and take me on my lunch break,” you said and Jane sighed as she sat down across from you. “Do they really think I could do that to her? Do you think I did that?”

“I think you’re the only person that they can pin this on, so you’re suspect number one,” Jane said and that was when it really hit you. You tried to stop yourself from getting upset or emotional, but Jane could tell. “Y/n, hey, I don’t think you could do something like that. I think you can tell me who did this though, can’t you?”

“I don’t know,” you said shakily. “Chloe didn’t know that many people. The only one who knew where her apartment was other than me was her landlord. He knew what she did for a living.”

“Landlord, alright, you sit tight and I’ll be back,” Jane said. She got up to leave, but you tried standing up as well. “Sit tight.”

“Don’t leave me alone here, please,” you begged and Jane sighed. “Whoever is on the other side knows who did this. They can go out or you can take me with you.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Jane said. She did leave for a bit, but she came back a couple of minutes later. Once they brought in the landlord, you were taken out of the interrogation room and released. “Do you need a ride home?”

“I’m gonna stay out for a bit longer,” you said and Jane pulled you towards her car. “Thank you for listening to me.”

“You’re a pain the ass, but you aren’t a murderer,” Jane told you. You hugged her and kissed her cheek as you slid into the passenger’s seat of her car. “I thought you weren’t going home for awhile.”

“Tonight is not a night I would like to be alone,” you told her and she nodded. She stopped by the store to pick up something quick and easy to make on her way back to her apartment. You made the meal, adding a few extra little things, and the two of you ate on her couch and drank some beers. “You know, if somebody would have told me that I’d be cuddled up with Jane Rizzoli in high school, I would have lost my mind.”

“And whichever brother of mine you were dating would have come to beat me up,” Jane said and you kissed her cheek.

“If I hadn’t dated them, we wouldn’t be here right now, so you’re pretty lucky I gave your family a third chance,” you told Jane. She ran her hand through your hair and sighed. You pulled the blanket off of the couch and covered the two of you. “Third time’s a charm, you know.”

“Obviously, you have a type,” Jane said with a chuckle. “Have you dated anybody that isn’t a Rizzoli before?”

“I went on that date with Maura and well, there were the college girls,” you said with a smirk. “However, it wasn’t the same. Nothing ever felt right, not like this. Rizzoli may seem like my type, but only a very specific one.”

“You’re getting sappy.” Jane fake gagged. You slapped her shoulder and glared at her. “And that’s not the type for me.”

“I’ll call bullshit in the morning, but you need to cuddle me now please.”

“You’re so bossy.”

#Jane Rizzoli #jane rizzoli imagine #jane rizzoli imagines #jane rizzoli x reader #rizzoli and isles #rizzoli and isles imagine #rizzoli and isles imagines #rizzoli and isles x reader #rizzoli & isles #rizzoli & isles imagine #rizzoli & isles imagines #rizzolie & isles x reader

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