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holy-puckslibrary · 5 months

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𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

here's a list of every upload from the fic-mas event i did on patreon last year, as well as a link to the selection of said uploads that are now available to you here on tumblr (depending on when you see this post).

hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

again, this is a list of ficmas uploads that are available on my patreon and will remain there for the time being. if you'd like to learn more about how to access them, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

if you'd to pursue the content available now (or soon-to-be) on tumblr, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — stargirl!connor mcdavid x famous!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3k 𝐜𝐰 — none, excluding cavities. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours. (requested)

need a refresher or to get caught up? here's the 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — ceo!sidney crosby x assistant!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — mild angst, but that's it! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — sidney's hatred of the holiday inadvertently thwarts the enjoyment of it by someone he definitely doesn't hate. (inspired by a #darvey scene from suits)

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jamie drysdale x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐜𝐰 — references to past hook-ups but nothing explicit and heavy angst (per the request) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — merry meddling brings two volatile foes back under the same roof. can holiday magic mend the burned bridge between these former enemies-with-benefits?

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — adam fox x heiress!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3.2k 𝐜𝐰 — a smidge of angst. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the princess of park avenue and the hotel manager's son, once childhood sweethearts, are reunited by a precocious permanent resident just in time for the holidays — and the heiress' wedding. (inspired by the best movie of all time, eloise at christmastime)

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — references to a previous one-night-stand and some drama. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — five years ago, she left the club's annual holiday celebration with an unexpected party favor. said party favor meets more than just st. nick when they return this year.

˗ˏˋ '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — tyler seguin x oc (caroline allen) 𝐰𝐜 — >10k 𝐜𝐰 — adult themes and content, angst (and a lot of it), description and repeated reference to an injury + chapter-specific warnings.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — tyler seguin will attest that caroline allen, acclaimed author and his childhood love, is "the one that got away" until his dying day. even though the "got away" half is (more than partially) his fault. but that didn't matter much when he was thousands of miles away, skating his heart out and partying the years away. by some stroke of luck or a cruel twist of fate (he isn't quite sure yet), a season-ending injury has sent him back to recover in the one place he knew she'd always be. will this second chance to make things right be the gift of a lifetime, or just another lump of coal weighing down his heart?

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Have you ever been watching a Hallmark movie and been suddenly overcome with the urge to visit the festive little town where the story takes place and the seemingly mismatched leads fall madly in love?

Well, look no further than Merriment Island, Christmas' official home in the States!

For over 100 years, the jolly citizens of this aptly shaped island located just off the coast of Washington have been spreading holiday cheer amongst themselves and all who visit. This year, Mayor Seguin has selected you all as the guests of honor for our annual Winter Wonderland celebration - the longest-running of its kind!

Be sure to join us from December 18th through Christmas Day for festive fun, friendly competition, and the opportunity to create unforgettable memories with your loved ones. Make sure to keep the exclusive flyer handy (attached after the stylized map designed by our very own Benny Allen), as it will be your ticket into the 8-day, all-inclusive event!

If you have any questions about the event, please email Jennifer Bishop-Allen (Winter Wonderland Chairwoman and co-owner of the Allen Family Farm), or her daughter, Caroline Allen. (Yes, the NYT best-selling author!)

If you are not staying aboard the Sleigh of the Sea (Merriment's very own cruise-liner that docks in Seattle!) for the duration of the celebration, please contact Catherine or Lily Seguin at the Yuletide Inn to make your reservation as soon as possible. Rooms are limited and going faster than you can name all eight of Santa's reindeer!

╰┈➤ an excerpt of the email accompanying the the invitation flyer

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arinbelle · 2 years

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Suits

Notes: HELLO! Yes I know it’s been forever. Yes I know I said I’d update soon and then didn’t. But we’re here now! And I hope you enjoy!!!!!

Also, I’m using the latest taglist I have saved, but that’s probably the wrong one, so if I tag you and you want out, please let me know. If I don’t tag you and tumblr’s weird algorithm somehow throws this your way and you want to come back, also let me know ;)

Warnings: Violence, references to SA, language

Suits Masterlist

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Chapter 4

~*~

She’d been here before.

Had done all of this before.

The morning after, brushing her teeth with her brush that was still there in his bathroom, the quick shower, and turning on the coffee machine for her favorite brew. She’d done it all before, so many times that she’d lost count now.

Except this wouldn’t entail a walk of shame-not that she’d bothered to even have a walk of shame with Cassian after he’d become a regular thing. Nor would she have to think about telling herself that this really was the last time she’d seek him out. Or the random stirring of emotions she’d get when he kissed her good morning after his shower while she ate her croissant.

Nesta hadn’t slept with Cassian this time.

Well, she had, but they’d only slept. A wild concept if she’d ever come across one. To share a bed willingly, for just sleep, and no sex involved. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done so. Even with Cassian.

Yet here she was, eating her croissant, drinking her coffee, waiting for that good morning kiss again like the fool she was. As if all of last night hadn’t happened and essentially obliterated any sense of normalcy or agency she’d thought she’d created for herself in this new part of her life.

“Your phone’s been blowing up since last night by the way,” Cassian announced as he entered the kitchen, her phone in one hand, a shirt in the other. He silently handed it to her as he dressed and Nesta kept her eyes on the screen as she unlocked. She didn’t spare a single glance at his shirtless, toned...

“Oh fuck!,” she exclaimed, chanting the swear over and over as she read message after message to her, first from Gabby, then many more from Gwyn and Emerie. That didn’t take into account all the missed calls either.

“Nesta?”

Nesta hit “Dial,” holding up a finger to Cassian to wait, biting her lip as she realized how worried her friends would be.

“Oh my Gods, are you alive? Are you fucking alive? Talk. Talk damn it-”

“I would if you let me speak, Gabby,” Nesta cut in smoothly.

Gabby had heard about what had happened at the bar after she’d finished her own shift. She’d come over long after Nesta had come home with Cassian and the cryptic answer her boss had given to Gabby had worried her. That and her boss’s elusiveness when Gabby had asked about Nesta.

After some yelling, half in English, many curses in Spanish, Gabby calmed down, having been reassured by Nesta that she was indeed, very much alive, safe, and well.

Nesta had glanced up at Cassian who was watching her hesitantly, and promised she would speak with Gabby later. She knew she didn’t have it in her to go through everything all over again. Nesta didn’t bother to even call Gwyn or Emerie, just sending a quick “I’m ok,” text in their groupchat for the time being.

She was just too tired. Absolutely exhausted and with no desire left in her outside of the one to simply curl up on the couch and sleep for hours on end.

Nesta stared at the screen on her phone until it went dark. Until Cassian silently pried it out of her hands and placed it face down on the table.

She would not lose it right now. She would not.

Now wasn't the time, and definitely not the place, and God help her but she had more important things to think about. Like a job, for one thing. She'd seen the text from her boss amidst the myriad of worried ones from Gwyn, Emerie and Gabby. The prick's message was short and to the point.

My business is ruined because of your stunt last night. Don't bother coming in for your next shift- you're fired.

She had no job. She had no means to keep paying for her apartment, let alone the bills that came with it. And fuck, how was she going to pay for textbooks next semester? Hell, how was she going to pay her student loans? Her tuition? She was fucked. So totally fucked.

Nesta let the tears fall down her face, not bothering to wipe them away because then it would alert Cassian to the state she was in. He was puttering around the kitchen, cooking something else, something more than the feast that was already in front of her, but she paid him no mind. She didn't want him to know how she was feeling, how she was reeling. The previous nights events hit her fully out of nowhere, as thoughts of unpaid tuition were now replaced with thoughts of how the hard bar floor had left her aching and bruised and how much the fear had been paralyzing. Nesta hadn't felt like that in a long time. Had thought she'd never have to ever again in her life.

And yet, here she was, letting herself cry while simultaneously not giving into the urge to wail and screech and scream like a woman possessed, because that was exactly how Nesta felt. Like she was herself and yet not. Nesta but other. Like someone had scooped out her soul overnight and replaced it with only an empty phantom, with no name, no soul, just misery and dread coiled into each other.

Gods only knew how Cassian would react if he saw her truly unleash her rage and despair. And not just the one from last night. Bottled up versions of it from years and years of strife and silence. How easily would he recoil from her then if he truly saw how ugly and damaged her soul was within?

She wasn't about to find out.

Nesta got up from the table and began her way back to Cassian's bedroom. Thank Gods she'd left a few of her own clothes behind at his place when they'd still been casual with each other. She changed quickly out of the night clothes and donned a simple shirt and jeans instead. Cassian had once jokingly said she should leave behind the discarded nightgown so he could remember all the good memories associated with it when she wasn't here. Her lips tilted up at the memory. Of when things had been so much easier.

Cassian watched her from the doorway but said nothing. When she finished collecting her phone and keys and shoving them all into her purse, Cassian followed her all the way to the front door, his own keys already in hand.

"I'll take a cab," she told him resolutely, barely believing it herself.

Cassian did a once over of her before pulling the door open and gesturing at her to move. She could have sworn he muttered something under his breath, likely not believing whatever she was trying to delude herself with, but it wasn't audible enough for her to argue about.

Try as she might to lie to herself, Cassian's shiny car was loads more welcome during the trip back to her apartment than any shoddy cab. They sat together in comfortable silence, which Nesta grudgingly acknowledged in her head when remembering their compatibility. It was ridiculous that they worked together so well- that it was even possible.

Yet here she was, accepting this ride from him back to her apartment like he was something more than just a casual hook-up turned professor overnight.

Like he was her boyfriend.

She’d be lying to herself if the sentiment wasn’t appreciated secretly on the inside. How nice she knew she’d find it if they were just...more.

“Something on your mind?”

Nesta lifted her head from the window and looked at Cassian. The car wasn’t moving anymore and they were parked in her complex’s lot. Nesta shook her head, undoing her seat belt and opening the door with a surprisingly steady grip. Perhaps she really would be fine and the horrible night from before wouldn’t completely traumatize her for life.

Yeah, right. Like she should be so lucky. She didn’t bother answering, instead making her way towards the door, readying her key to enter the main lobby. Cassian was a silent shadow behind her but somehow, his presence calmed her just a bit.

She didn’t stop him from entering her apartment. Gods knew she didn’t really want him to leave anyways.

“So...,” she began awkwardly, taking in Cassian setting her purse down on the kitchen counter. Her purse which she hadn’t realized he’d carried for her or that she herself hadn’t carried. Gwyn would start therapizing her right away, throwing words like acute stress disorder and catatonic her way.

Cassian’s eyes widened with alarm and Nesta wondered what she’d said.

“I’m sorry,” he started, buttoning his coat jacket as he spoke. “You’re probably exhausted and I’m bothering you. I’ll let myself out.”

“No,” Nesta blurted out. “No you aren’t-well, no it’s fine. I’m just, er, I have some schoolwork to do actually.” She bit her lip nervously, waiting for him to respond.

Cassian took a few moments before answering. “You should probably rest today Nes. Take some time to let yourself get back to normal. You’ll probably be hearing from the police soon to verify last night’s events and then when you press charges-”

“No!,” Nesta stopped him. “I don’t want to press charges.” She ignored the churning in her stomach she got as more and more vivid memories of the night before began assaulting her senses. The smell of the bar floor. The weight pressed against her arms, pinning her in place.

Stop. Calm down. Breathe. Don’t lose your shit like this in front of Cassian.

Cassian didn’t seem to like her answer. “Those pieces of shit deserve jail time. They need to be arrested and we need to start-”

She stopped him with a hand. “No. I just…I can’t do this right now. Or ever frankly. I’m sure the cops will arrest them for damages to the property or something. Maybe someone saw them and has their own grievances to record. But I want no part in it.”

She was trying to avoid her name being out and on public record. This wouldn’t be doing her any favors. She had more important things to worry about in the grand scheme of things.

“Nesta I really think-”

“They’ll get away with it,”she interrupted him again. “It’s their word against mine, and that place already has a horrible reputation. My boss has fake cameras set up everywhere to scare people into not robbing us, but they don't actually work. There’s no proof of what happened and honestly Cass, you can’t be a witness to this.. I don’t need cops investigating why wou were there with me, what business you had taking me home to your place right after…it’s just too many unknown factors to account for and I don’t have that kind of energy or time. So let it go. I am.”

Cassian was too still for her liking but eventually he gave a brief, barely there nod. It would have to do.

“I’ll do some readings and then I’ll rest, okay?”

Cassian didn’t seem convinced but he nodded again. Neither of them moved.

“You can stay with me,” she added quietly, staring at the floor.

“Do you want me to?”

Cassian’s eyes were wide as she thought about his question. She did want him to stay, but the repercussions of that if anyone were to find out were too many to name.

Cassian finished doing the top button of his coat, the silence nearly deafening in his wake. Before she could blurt out the truth, the plea that was just on the tip of her tongue, begging him to stay with her, Cassian was already walking away and towards the door.

She followed him silently, not sure if either of them would change their minds and give in to the clear question each of them seemed to be grappling with.

“Call me if you need anything, Nes.”

Nesta didn’t have a chance to say goodbye before he was pulling her door shut, leaving a gaping hole yawning in her chest in his absence.

~*~

She ended up reading nothing at all.

Turned out that Netflix was taking The Vampire Diaries off of its service, and Nesta thought it was as good a time as any to start a binge-rewatch for the sixth time. Nothing could cure a girl’s blue like Damon Salvatore and Klaus Mikaelson. Or as Gwyn liked to call them, vamp goth daddies.

Shit, Gwyn. Emerie.

Nesta hit the pause button and dialed the number through muscle memory.

Emerie picked up on the second ring. She wasn’t even granted a hello.

“You better start talking, and talking fast. I just heard there was some sort of bar fight at your job yesterday. Is that why you never came over last night? Gwyn thought you might be hooking up with Cassian so we didn’t bother you, but then you went the whole morning too with nothing so…”

“Yeah,” Nesta breathed out. “Sorry, it’s just been...it’s been shit Em, honestly. I was-”

Nesta struggled for words. Emerie gave her all of ten seconds before prompting, “Hello? Nesta? Are you there?”

“Yeah, no I’m here, sorry. I’m just a little out of it still I guess.” Maybe it was something in her voice or maybe it was just that sixth sense that Emerie had, that all of them had when it came to each other, but Emerie caught it.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

No she wasn’t okay, not even in the slightest. After that question, Nesta broke down, sobbing hysterically, nonsensically on the phone, probably worrying enough that fifteen minutes later Emerie was banging down her door. Gwyn appeared a few minutes after. And within the hour, Emerie was ready to call the cops and all one hundred pounds of Gwyn was ready to start swinging.

Nesta backed the two down on their defensive stances, insisting that she would eventually make the police report (she wouldn’t), as soon as she felt better (in never.) It was enough to calm them down but Nesta knew they would follow up on her promises. But that was a worry for another time. Currently, Nesta didn’t have a job nor did she have any of her homework done. So it became an impromptu girl’s night where Nesta again tried to focus on her schoolwork which eventually just ended in her getting wine drunk while Emerie cooked and Gwyn gossiped about her colleagues at her new job.

“Nesta, wake up.”

Nesta’s body struggled against the sudden request and she had half a mind to go back to sleep. But there was urgency in the tone of whoever was talking and that was enough to jolt her up.

“What?”

Emerie was staring at Nesta’s TV, transfixed in horror and Gwyn was staring at her as she took in the news.

She recognized the bar she’d worked at in the background of the screen, with a reporter standing in front of it, stoically speaking into her microphone. Nesta didn’t listen to what she was saying, her sense of sound having been replaced by a faint drone that drowned out all other noise. Gwyn seemed to be speaking to her but Nesta didn’t hear a word.

Not as she saw the screen change and flash to the faces of the men who’d attacked her the night before.

Dead.

Bar brawl gone wrong.

Camera footage missing.

No witnesses.

Nesta felt ill. A crawling, shuddering sensation sluiced through her as she thought about the coincidence of her refusing to turn the men in and the wrath on Cassian’s face that had barely dulled since he’d saved her the night before.

Too much of a coincidence, so much so, that there was no way it was one at all.

Nesta didn’t listen to Emerie as she spoke in panicked, almost screeching sounds. None of it was making any sense. Her friends didn’t stop her either as she grabbed her keys and purse and bolted out the door.

The doorman to Cassian’s apartment building, Tom, was reluctant to let her through, even though he usually smiled brightly at her everytime she came with Cassian. But this time she wasn’t with Cassian, and Nesta zoned in and out of the explanation the burly guard gave her on rules about visitors.

When he was finished speaking, she fixed him with her deadpan stare, the one that sent most men scattering in all directions like the rats they usually were. She liked Tom though, but desperate times called for desperate measures and after a brief, silent war between their glares, he let her through.

Cassian didn’t answer the door on the first knock. Nor the second. Perhaps it was the previous night’s events were weighing down on her more than she’d expected, or maybe she was just tired, but Nesta’s temper snapped and instead of waiting for him a little longer, Nesta began pounding incessantly on the door.

She heard a faint snap of Cassian’s voice beyond the door telling her to hold on, but Nesta didn’t stop. She couldn’t summon an ounce of care as she continued banging on his door. Her fist almost hit his face as the door swung open, revealing an extremely displeased Cassian.

“What the fuck do you-. Nesta…”

Nesta glared. “What did you do?”

“What?”

Nesta shook her head, pushing past him into his apartment. Didn’t bother to step further in or remove her shoes. She only whirled on her heel and watched Cassian quickly shut the door, locking it.

“What did you do to those men?”

Cassian stared at her stoically, barely allowing any hint of emotion to surface, likely to make sure whatever lie he was about to feed her was received well.

“I don’t know what-”

Nesta put up a hand to stop him. “Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me. You never did before, don’t start now.”

Because even at the base of their relationship, “situationship” as Gwyn always called it, dishonesty had never been an issue. Nesta knew all about dishonest men, but Cassian had never been one to her.

Cassian didn’t seem to be too happy with it but he finally nodded. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll be safe from them. They won’t be an issue for you.”

Nesta waited for more.

“Ever.”

Shit.

“No,” she whispered. “No you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t.”

Cassian took a step towards her and she took one back. His face fell at that but he quickly recovered. “You didn’t want to report them. It was either that or this. So I chose.”

“Oh you chose, is that right? Well thank you Cassian. The grand savior once again. Except I don’t ever remember asking for your help.”

Cassian fixed her with an irate stare. “I could have reported it myself if I wanted to. I was a witness to a crime. But you said you didn’t want-”

Nesta cut him off. “Exactly. It’s what I didn’t want but you went out and found a loophole anyways.”

There was a tense silence between them, so new from how they usually were and yet suddenly becoming more and more common. At this rate they’d likely never speak to each other again.

“I’m sorry,” he finally caved. “But they were a danger to you and other people. If it makes you feel any better I didn’t outright do anything to them.”

Cassian walked past her, and against her screaming senses telling her to walk out immediately, she followed him.

Nesta quirked an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”

Cassian pulled a bottle of some fancy looking liquor from a shelf where a bunch of bottles were kept, and silently poured two drinks. He handed hers to her still slightly trembling hand while sipping from his own.

“I’m an attorney. I can’t exactly go around beating people up, criminal or not. But-”

“You didn’t beat them up,” she hissed. “They’re dead.”

Cassian waved a hand, dismissing it, so cavalier and cold it left her reeling. “I didn’t do anything. I may have called in a favor with some old clients. But as for me, I didn’t do anything.”

Nesta’s voice was ice cold when she spoke next. “What sort of clients?”

Cassian narrowed his eyes at her, probably at the judgment in her tone, and took another sip from his glass. He swallowed and she watched his throat bob at the motion. Felt a flash of heat run through her body at how good he looked, how many emotions that one action could elicit in her.

“You know who I’m talking about Nesta. Don’t act stupid just to call me out. I know what I’m doing.”

“Consorting with criminals seems to imply otherwise.”

Cassian shot her a wolfish grin, causing another pang of longing to shoot through her chest. He set his empty glass down before sauntering over to her. Nesta forced herself to keep her head tilted up, eyes meeting his and adamantly avoided the chiseled outline of his chest straining against his shirt. That and the curl of black ink at his neck.

No she definitely wasn’t looking at that.

“Alleged criminals. None of them were found guilty.”

Nesta snorted before knocking her drink back all in one large gulp. She made sure not to grace that parting shot with her own.

No, Nesta was realizing that her earlier and very much so stupid hope of entangling with Cassian again was idiotic and all the trouble not worth her time. Because she didn’t want to think about what that meant. For her, for them. How far Cassian was willing to go for her- no, had gone for her. She couldn’t accept that, couldn’t let it lord over her. She’d kept up with Cassian for so long because of how easy it was with him. All the sex of a great relationship without actually committing to each other. Because Nesta had already done commitment and loyalty and idiotic, blind love.

Never again would she go down that road.

She set the glass down angrily on his countertop and made her way back out of his apartment.

“Nesta-”

“No,” she called back. “I’m done. I’m walking away instead of continuing this stupid argument where we talk in circles. I’ll see you in class, Professor.”

She could have sworn she heard Cassian mutter something along the lines of “we’re never done.” but she didn’t look back.

~*~

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hamspenalty · 4 months

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would you be willing to post ur suits au for the wip release? been getting into suits and i would love to see what you’ve done with it!!

sorry for the late reply! finals have been kicking my ass 💔

The traffic turns into a slow crawl as the limo comes to a standstill. “How long until we get to the office?” Daniel asks, pausing in the middle of his email. He takes his thumbnail out of his mouth, hand paused in the air.

“10 minutes, give or take,” Jamie says, his tone as confident as it always is. Max sighs through his nose, fighting the strong itch to pop the button on his collar. “You good over there, Maxy? Look like you wanna crawl out of your skin.”

Daniel’s tone is joking, but Max truly does feel that way. Though he’d never say it. “Just don’t want to be late.”

Daniel snorts, “Horner won’t care, you’re coming in with me. It’d be worse if it was you and your bike.” Max shakes his head.

He only rode a bike to work for two months, in his first year at the firm. He’d only ditched it after he kept showing up to work with pit stains, and had to overcompensate by wiping his problem areas with baby wipes.

Jamie slides over to the curb with ease, unlocking the car. Max understands why he’s been Daniel’s driver for so many years; he’s good.

He opens Daniel’s door first, giving him a big smile and a handshake. “Same time tomorrow?” Daniel asks, white teeth shining. Jamie circles the car, giving Max a shoulder pat and a handshake. “You know it,” Jamie says, grinning.

They begin their walk up the many steps that lead to Horner Dietrich. It’s bustling like usual; clients coming in and out, interns, people walking by. Everything is as it should be, moving efficiently and smoothly, like a well oiled machine.

“I have a pro bono case for you,” Daniel starts, and Max feels a part of him die a little. His dad always said pro bono cases were stupid. They made the firm look good, not you, so what’s the point?

Daniel’s been trying to make Max get rid of that idea by giving him one the moment it hits his desk.

#suits au #my ficlet #wip title game

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writingonesdreams · 2 years

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Dreamy! Happy STS!

It's a Suits AU! [I haven't seen suits so please explain a lil more explicitly for me 🤣]

How do their dynamics change (or don't change) to reflect this new AU? Is there a new plot? A new sourse of conflict? Go off and ramble about how you imagine this AU!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques :D

Happy STS, love <3 You know I love this question? This is an ask after my heart? You are letting me talk about what I'm thinking about? You are a sweetie, thank you!

Okay so Suits is a legal drama about the top super powerful wealthy law firm in New York where the ace lawyer Harvey hires a young genius new lawyer trainee...who got kicked out of law school and just wasted his life away getting into trouble with drug deals of his very toxic best friend.

Suits is basically about this incredibly powerful people who are ruthless and sneaky and elitist and unapologetically after money and fame...showing incredible loyalty to each other. It's about the lifestyle of such powerful circle lawyers, cause they have no personal lives, sleep in their offices, barely have time to eat or go home, cause their work is everything for them. It's slavery on end with great money, nice suits and the environment is full of pressure, competition and crazy ambitious colleagues who want to defeat you out of fun.

But still, this ruthless charming top deal closer, Harvey is insanely loyal to his boss, Jessica who paid his school and supports him, just like he comes to support and care for Mike. They are each other's family in a way, with working so intensely together. Donna is Harvey's secretary and she is basically his ears and eyes and heart, cause she knows better what he thinks than he himself does. And there is Louis who is vicious, petty faultfinder but would still stick his hands into the fire to help the firm and the others, when needed who just years for little recognition despite his terrible personality.

This would be a modern world AU. Skye would be an cultural anthropologist doing research on law firm work environment, getting a unique chance to do it in Pearson & Specter. She is doing routine work for a project sponsored by the university, not really interested, but her professor is a former classmate of Jessica's (the firm's boss and Harvey's protector). So she gets the place, first disgusted by their slavery work attitude, their mean demands even towards her, like she should be happy to kiss their feet being there...and then gets impressed by how much Harvey reads into people, doing basically what she does but better and more confidently and with more experience. She would befriend Mike, being his confidant while he is still unsure if he will get together with Rachel or not and even after. Skye would barely figure out he is a fraud just from the way he can't act like he is from the same social milieu as the Hardward stuck ups around him, so he is both scared and impressed and relived to have someone to talk with.

Skye would be helping Mike with cases, reading into people and their circumstances the way only a cultural anthropologist could (the backgrounds, situations, speciation cultures of specific companies etc), would get Harvey's and Jessica's respect and even a long-term contract as consultant as the firm. And then she would bring over two of her other friends, also both lawyers. Zephyr an expert on criminal law who worked with the police and detectives on cases and Leander who was leading a very successful young law firm until a recebtky kissing everything over a risky case he bet it all on.

The plot would basically follow the Suits storylines - cases, courts, contracts pushing the characters in and out of their flaws, getting better, finding out who they are and what kind of pekoe they want to be. Where are the lines they wouldn't cross, dancing in the space between what is the truth and what is the law. Zephyr and Leander and Skye would be a united trio from the get go, bringing in more open loyalty and dedication on display. Appreciation of each other (the way Harvey denies Louis for no reason), more self-awareness, less competition (Harvey and Mike stand out in the firm for being so loyal to each other - maybe this wouldn't have to be an exception for everyone else).

I love putting Zephyr, suspicious with hard working habits and pompous noble ideals with Harvey, who is sassy, mischievous, with playful sneaky methods...but actually cares about not crossing the lines and winning fairly. Zephyr on the other hand is willing to do anything, even cheat if he believes the case is important enough and this is a big clash between them. It's so fun to watch I might create a character to add this dynamic...I have an idea for a certain guy to embody the contrast to Zephyr for him and for Skye as well. A counterpart that isn't on his side, like Leander.

Yes yes, I think this would be worth a shot.👀😂

Thanks for the question, excellent excellent. 💕

#sts #Suits AU #ask #wip: tears of iron

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