#divorce lawyer au

[tennessoui]

anyone remember the divorce lawyer au?

(first ficlet posted here, along with the explanation post) (1.5k)

“Of all the gin joints in the world, you walk into mine,” the very familiar and incredibly grating voice of Anakin Skywalker greets Obi-Wan mere moments after he settles into a seat at the end of the bar. 

“No,” Obi-Wan says automatically, though he isn’t quite sure what he’s protesting. It’s an instinctive sort of no. A plaintitive no. A for the love of all things holy, I cannot be expected to deal with this now as well sort of no. 

Even though, technically, Mr. Skywalker is right. Of all the damn gin joints in the world, he happened to walk into one already hosting Anakin.

“Well,” Anakin sounds considering now. He doesn’t particularly sound as if he’s planning on leaving. “I guess of all the dive bars in Vegas, you happened to walk into mine. But I’m pretty sure they sell gin here! Though I guess I don’t know how much gin needs to be sold at a bar before it’s classified as a gin joint.” Now his voice sounds even more considering. Closer too.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks as she slides down closer to him. It’s not very loud in here, still relatively early and so not overly crowded, but she leans forward across the bartop as if having trouble hearing him.

Anakin sits down in the seat next to Obi-Wan rather aggressively, brushing their shoulders and thighs together. “You can put his drinks on my tab, thanks,” he announces. “We’re together.”

“We’re not together,” Obi-Wan tells her. “But yes, you can put my drinks under his tab. Much obliged. An old fashioned, thank you. A double. No cherry.”

“You got it,” the woman says, turning away to make his drink. 

Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a second to pray for patience before he turns to look at Anakin Skywalker.

He is just as beautiful as he was two weeks ago when he’d last stopped into Obi-Wan’s office, tearful, hungover bride in tow for a quick divorce before her plane ride back to Australia.

It isn’t fair.

“We could be together,” Anakin says. His eyes are dark, his head canted forward, his thigh still brushing Obi-Wan’s. “Just for the night.” “You know, I’ve always thought you were a lot less sober when you proposed to strangers,” Obi-Wan tells him drolly, accepting his drink from the bartender with a wave of his hand. “I’ve been picturing you absolutely sloshed stumbling down the aisle.”

“You’re not a stranger, Mr. Kenobi,” Anakin replies. “You’re my go-to divorce attorney.”

“Normal people do not have those,” Obi-Wan says, taking a sip of his drink. It’s strong at least, thank God.

“People get divorced all the time,” Anakin argues, leaning forward to rest his elbow on the bartop to look over at Obi-Wan. “You were the one that told me that divorce can be just as healthy as marriage.”

“Don’t remind me,” he mutters, taking another bigger sip. He really, really does not want to talk about marriage with Anakin Skywalker of all people. 

Yet somehow the words slip out of his mouth and off his tongue despite how much he does not want to talk about marriage with Anakin Skywalker. “How do you do it then?”

“Do what?” Guileless, innocent. Hell, he probably just has to blink wide blue eyes at his fuck of the night and they’d follow him down the aisle as quick as they can stumble.

“How do you—” he waves his hand and takes another sip of his drink. “Convince people to marry you. You’ve got a politician, a bride to be, who knows how many bridesmaids, a foreign dignitary, a man old enough to be your father, a veteran all under your belt. How are you dragging them all down the aisle? You can’t be—”

He cuts himself off. That good in bed, he’d been about to say. 

Anakin grins with his eyebrows raised like he knows it. “It depends,” he says. One finger traces over the countertop. The other hand falls to rest on Obi-Wan’s knee. “Sometimes we’re already in bed,” he murmurs, slow-like. “Sometimes we’re on our way there, in some dark corner booth and I’ve got my hands wrapped around her waist and she’s begging me to whisper dirty things into her ear, tell her what I’m gonna do to her. It’s sort of like marriage vows, you know? Dirty promises sound the same.”

He is far too handsome for his own good, Obi-Wan decides. If he were a little less attractive, he’d probably have a much harder time coaxing strangers down the aisle.

“I wouldn’t know,” Obi-Wan says stiffly, stopping Anakin’s hand from moving further up his leg. “I’ve never been married.”

The words are bitter; the wound is still bleeding. He downs his drink in one go and waves for another from the bartender. 

“You have a girlfriend though, don’t you?” Anakin’s nose wrinkles. “You’ll marry her probably. You’re the marrying type.”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes. “She’s not,” he says shortly. And then, to rip the bandage of the wound completely. “And she’s not my girlfriend anymore either.”

Anakin’s eyes go wide. “What?” “I asked. For her to marry me. And she said no.”

“She said no?” 

“While your disbelief is rather flattering, I’d like not to talk about it, thank you.”

“Why would she say no? To marrying you? Is she alright? Well, obviously not, but—I mean. I don’t understand. Or believe it.”

Obi-Wan’s lips thin, and he reaches into his pocket. “I assure you, if she’d said yes, she’d be wearing this right now and I would not be here.” 

He puts the ring box on the bar in between them and accepts a new drink from the bartender. Anakin looks down at the ring box silently.

“Well?” Obi-Wan asks. He doesn’t know what he wants Anakin to say. He’s sitting in the tatters of his longest relationship, ended because she did not want to marry him in the end and he could not live with that. And he is talking with a man who gets married and divorced more than  perhaps anyone else in the entire world. 

What could he possibly want to hear from Anakin Skywalker?

“‘M going to get you wasted,” Anakin says, and Obi-Wan figures that’s good enough.

—----------

“Marriage is important to me,” Obi-Wan slurs out countless hours later. They have migrated from the bar to a low-level booth, and Anakin has his arm curled around the top of it with his fingers playing with the ends of Obi-Wan’s hair. “I couldn’t com…pro…mise.” He sounds the word out carefully and deliberately. 

“You shouldn’t have to for something that’s important to you,” Anakin decides, and Obi-Wan nods. That’s what he thinks too. That’s why they’d broken up. That’s why Obi-Wan still has the ring.

“All sales final,” he quotes and rubs his hand over his beard. “What am I gonna do with it now?” 

“Give it to someone else,” Anakin suggests once Obi-Wan picks up the ring box again to look at it. “Someone who wants it.”

“Nobody wants it,” Obi-Wan says. That’s the problem.

The other problem is that his drink is gone. This is a very big problem and easy to solve because Anakin’s drink is right next to his empty glass, and Anakin will let him have his drink, Obi-Wan is sure of it. Anakin has been very lovely tonight.

“That’s my drink,” Anakin says. “Get your hands off it.”

“I’ll trade you for it,” Obi-Wan mumbles, gesturing to the ring box. Anakin stills completely.

“You…will?”

“Yes,” he decides. And then a thought occurs to him, terrible and mean and brutal. “Unless you don’t want to marry me either. But you want to marry everyone.” He scowls, though he thinks it may look more like a pout. “Don’t you want to marry me?”

Anakin’s hand carefully resumes its light stroking of Obi-Wan’s hair. “Yeah,” he says. His voice is rough. Obi-Wan likes the way it sounds. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good then,” Obi-Wan says and takes Anakin’s drink. After all, what’s Anakin’s is now his if they’re engaged to be married. “I’m sure you know where the closest chapel is. Though I’m quite disappointed so far.”

“Why?” Anakin’s face is awfully close to his. When did he move? “Aren’t I providing for you like a good husband should, baby? You’ve got my drink and everything.”

“I was told you’d put your hands on my waist and whisper dirty things into my ear,” Obi-Wan says. “And so far you’ve just been playing with my hair.” “I like your hair,” Anakin says. “And I don’t want to tell you what I’m thinking of doing to you. I think I just wanna show you.”

Obi-Wan blinks. His face is hot. Anakin is flushed all over too, eyes focused somehow despite the amount of drinks he’s had. His breath smells sweet, like the cocktail he’s been drinking for the last hour. Now Obi-Wan’s breath probably smells the same. “Well, I suppose tomorrow morning I won’t have to ask you if your latest marriage has been consummated.”

Anakin smirks. “No, you won’t,” he agrees. It’s a promise. 

#obikin #divorce lawyer au #basically they get married and fuck and then in thte morning anakin is like #um actually m gonna keep the ring #and i don't want to sign the papers #i wanna keep you as my husband #forever

[smolbeanjerma]

IMAGINE

You’re divorcing your husband of 15 years, much to your dismay. Strangely enough, your new divorce lawyer, Jerma, seems like a good replacement for him...

#jerma #jerma985 #jerma imagine #jerma x reader #jerma imagines #imagine jerma #jerma x you #jerma x y/n #divorce lawyer au #cute #fluff #romance #divorce #lawyer!jerma

[911onabc]

fic where buck is eddie's divorce lawyer and eddie hates lawyers on principle and also that he's getting divorced. meanwhile buck is the most optimistic divorce lawyer of all time

#sorry i'm back at work my posts are about legal stuff now sigh #buddie #divorce lawyer buck au #writing tag

[andorerso]

WIP Something

Jyn lets out a derisive huff, but she can’t really argue that point. “Oh yeah, you made a woman come. Congratulations. Do you want a cookie?”

Sure, she’s had partners who couldn’t find the clit with a map, but really. The bar is on the floor.

“I want you…” he begins, his voice a whisper, and suddenly their lips are inches apart, and Jyn isn’t moving. He trails off, his sentence open-ended, and the way he’s looking at her leaves her heart pounding in her chest.

“You want me to what?” she asks, just as quiet, and unable to tear her eyes away.

#WHAT DO YOU THINK JYN #she's so silly <3 #divorce lawyers au #oh yeah we're back baby #rebelcaptain

[iovesia]

liar, liar — divorce lawyer ! kevin lomax. |⠀୨ ˙ ∘ cw.⠀fem!reader. sex on a desk. p in v. infidelity(?).

𝒋𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is so dumb but i couldn't resist oops !

"oh, fuckkkk—" you squeal, wrapping your legs tighter around him as kevin's cock bullies its way into your fluttering walls. kevin's hand is clutching your jaw, his soft lips gliding along your neck, leaving a trail of love bites. "i'm so lucky to have an attorney i can.. trust," the words leave breathlessly from your lips.

the sound of skin slapping echoes through the large office, decorated with several of kevin's accolades. the secretaries next door either can't hear you two— or thankfully choose to live in ignorance to your. . . unethical counsel session.

kevin pushes his thumb in between your pretty lips, your cherry chapstick staining his finger as you swirl your tongue around it. the raven-haired man lets out a soft chuckle, his hips unrelenting as he pounds into you.

"don't worry, ms. [l/n]— i'm not letting that husband of yours leave with a damn cent," the southern twang in his voice makes you clench around him. "not when he'd be stupid enough to give up a pretty thing like you."

𝒊𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂 © do not repost, plagiarise or translate my works.

#*⠀kevin lomax. #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves imagine #kevin lomax imagine #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves smut #kevin lomax smut #divorce lawyer!au #need him so carnally ignore how short this is

[bonefall]

What opinions are you having about Bright Storm?

I keep thinking about what it would look like if Gray Wing had been functionally replaced by Bright Storm for BB, and if there was just no Gray Wing

Bright Storm going to hunt for Jagged Peak alone, not related to him at all, but just because it's the right thing to do

How absolutely alone she'd be after giving birth, Jagged Peak gone because she couldn't save him, cradling Thunder Storm close, leg missing in the same spot as Jagged Peak

And then going back and being rejected AGAIN. Clear Sky trying to frame it as this being her punishment for defying him

"Don't you understand? You're all wrong. The ancestors are telling us that Jagged Peak needed to be cast out alone and yet you followed."

Making her doubt herself, framing it like he'll "forgive her" for leaving him if she just gets rid of the child

"I still love you, you know. Even though you made it hard. I'll still forgive you."

But the split still happening on this; with Tall Shadow rejecting Clear Sky's snake words for what it is. "You've been controlling us all long enough"

Girl characters never get treated like wise old sages either, it would be so neat for Thunder Storm to have his mom as the wise mentor type character who still can't get rid of all her love for her abuser

And how EXTRA hard it would pack a punch for Bright Storm to eventually be the Wise Woman whose words get Bumble exiled, as she's picked up part of Clear Sky's mindset.

And the way she'd look at her son with so much pride... keeping wisdom close even when her judgement lapses, rejecting Clear Sky when he throws out Frost in a way that almost perfectly mirrors her and Jagged Peak, realizing that HE has no innate love for Clear Sky

That it came from HER

After all she'd been through, after being blamed for not listening to Clear Sky well enough, following him out of the mountain because of how much she loved him...

She tried to make her son forgive his father *for her*, to have what she couldn't, even though it only hurt them both

"I used to be scared for you, how much anger you could keep in your little body, I was afraid it would make you alone... but now I see you, Thunder Storm. You're the claws we forget we have, when we hide them away to be polite to those who do us harm. If that scares some people then, well, honey they should be scared."

I'm thinking about how it changes the context of the Star-line. "Kill me and live with the memory."

The fact that it was ALWAYS defiance from Bright Storm and later Thunder Storm that takes more and more power away from him. First the wife he couldn't keep in line, and then the son who had an even stronger will than her.

And how, with that context changed, Clear Sky snapping (as he always does) and rejecting the line feels slightly more resonant.

He WILL happily live with that memory. If she will "make" him carve victory out through her throat, he will. She is a symbol of people he can't control, and in his mind, he's "giving up on her"

Thunderstar rocking one of those heart-shaped "MOM" tattoos lmao

For several reasons I wouldn't do it though so don't worry lmao.

i did the thing lads.

#I just really like girls a normal amount #Bone babble #I like divorce man. I am so very pro divorce #I wanna hire a divorce lawyer to make more divorces #Random songs will visit me like prophetic dreams and I have to hit them with brooms #better bones au #BB!Bright Storm

[newtonsheffield]

Another vote for spicy Sunday married divorce lawyers! 🔥🔥

I think this is the only snippet I'll ever do for this AU

Kate had lost count of how many times she'd sat across the table from Anthony. Dozens. Maybe near a hundred. First at Cambridge and now here, in this office, or in her office, or a million other places. If you'd told her the first day she'd ever met him, that this was where she'd be nearly a decade later, she would have called you a liar.

Anthony had been different then, or maybe he'd only seemed different. with his cap backwards and his backpack slung over one shoulder, whistling as she walked past, barking out a laugh when she'd sent a vicious hand gesture his way. And soon, all too soon, it had devolved into this.

"Sharma, you know I respect how ballsy you are every time we meet but this is a bit of a reach even for you."

Kate stared back at him, his suit all crisp lines as he leaned across the table towards her, his hair perfectly styled, beard neatly trimmed along his sharp jawline. Annoyingly handsome, just as he'd always been. "I think I'm being perfectly reasonable, as is my client."

"You're asking for £17 million."

Kate felt her eyebrows raise, letting her eyes slide to the wedding ring on his left hand, ignoring the sting of her own on her finger. "You're a happily married man, Bridgerton. If your wife discovered you'd been repeatedly unfaithful to her, what would she do?"

His eyes flashed warningly at her, his lips a ghost of a smile. "My wife would cut my balls off. Thankfully, my marriage isn't on the table today."

They'd argued in every lecture, every tutorial, every mock trial, every debate, opposite sides always, again and again, and again until they'd both been red in the face. Until their arguments had spilled over into the courtyard outside Anthony's college as they'd walked past.

Kate could still remember the look in his eyes, his shoulders heaving as he'd spat at her. "God I've never wanted to fuck anyone more in my entire life!"

Her stomach had dropped as she'd stared at him, standing so close she could feel the warmth of his body and her entire body had felt as though it were on fire when she'd spat back at him. "Promises. Promises."

not even five minutes later she'd had her back pressed against the mattress of his messy dorm room and his head buried between her legs and everything in her had burned.

"You were... really pushing it today."

They'd sent their clients home. paperwork finally signed and this was his tradition. Drink with the opposing counsel when the deal was struck. Whether he won or lost; he always did it. Extended the olive branch in his office, two glasses of scotch sat between them on the desk.

"Oh, you like it when I push your buttons just a little."

Anthony rolled his eyes, though his jaw clenched, his thumb spinning his wedding ring on his hand, toying with it. "Your comments about my wife were a little uncalled for, I think."

It burned in her chest just as it always did, their eyes caught together as she stood from the other side of the desk, making her way to his side. She let her hands press firmly against his shoulders, sliding his chair back, leaving room for her to settle on the desk in front of him.

Anthony let out a small groan as his hands darted to her legs, skimming down the stockings there, his hands a little rough even through the sheer material.

"And I suppose you bringing up your balls was fine?"

He grinned up at her, just as handsome as he'd been a decade ago, as handsome as he had been every time they'd sat into this office and he'd slipped between her legs.

"I thought you'd find it funny." Anthony had stood now as well, his strong arms falling on either side of her, his lips brushing against hers with every word. Gentle kisses. Gentle kisses that they hid from everyone else.

"I did find it a little funny. Next time I'll try and bring up my tits, see if you find it funny."

Anthony's eyebrows wiggled, his finger catching the front of her silk blouse, peering down it, "I can think of a lot of things I'd like to do to them, but I don't think you'd be laughing. I wouldn't either."

The tension hung in the air between them, Anthony stepping closer, the gentle pressure from his hands encouraging her legs to fall open for him as he nestled into the cradle. His hips rolled gently against hers, an invitation, just as it always was. He waited, waited for her to take the first step. And just like always, it didn't take long.

Kate reached up, letting her fingers twist in Anthony's hair before she dragged his lips down to hers. His kiss was heady and consuming as his lips moved over hers roughly, bruising against her skin. His tongue tangled filthily with hers, his hands already tearing the stockings from her legs. Kate could hardly bite back the moan that fell from her lips as his hand slid up her legs, his fingers groping at her skin in his eagerness to have her. He rucked her skirt up around her waist just as his fingers reached their mark and a harsh curse fell from his lips.

Fuck Kate. You fucking knew what this would do to me, you knew.

She let herself preen for a moment, the shine of her engagement ring stark against his dark hair for a moment too long. "Maybe I had a plan when I got dressed this morning."

His lips claimed hers again for a moment even more roughly before his lips fell to her neck and his free hand tugged roughly at the buttons on her blouse and all the while his fingers worked between her legs. She could feel the heat building already, it never took long. not like this. Not with the heat of what had passed between them in their meetings and the press of his strong body against hers. Not with his rough voice whispering filthily in her ear

"Enough, Enough. Not now." She barely recognised her own voice as she reached for his belt.

Anthony let out a desperate moan, his hips bucking against the feel of her hand against him, his eyes rolling back in his head. Fuck I hoped you'd want this today

"Always."

The first snap of his hips had her writhing against him already. Anthony's body was pressed tightly against hers, his arm wrapped around her waist holding her tighter, encouraging her hips in time with his. Every inch of her body was on fire for him. Burning from the inside out as the desperation in her chest for Anthony climbed higher and higher until it was all she could think about.

It was choking her, the tension in the room, thickening around them with every roll of their hips together, every rattle of the drawers in the desk, every squeak of it against the floorboards, every gasp that fell from her lips, every shout as she clung to him.

Anthony's hands felt as though they were everywhere, groping at her skin as his cheeks flushed with the exertion their eyes locked together and his voice shivered down his spine.

Come on Kate, that's it... oh that's it babe, come on, fuck you feel incredible. Fuck! Oh Fuck! Fuck!

It was too much. Kate bit down on Anthony's shoulder as she fell apart, her hips stuttering against his as Anthony's own bucked erratically as he fell over the edge and everything went still.

"Holy shit." Anthony chuckled leaning back, smoothing his hair back into place before he kissed her softly. "You okay?"

She nodded gently, chasing his lips with hers. "I love you."

His smile was still the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. After all these years, after all of it. It still made her heart pound in her chest. "I love you too."

His hands were gentle as he set her clothing to rights, tucking her torn stockings into his pocket with a little hum. "Lovely."

Kate rolled her eyes, sliding from his desk, "You're lucky this office is soundproof, else everyone would know you're little secret."

Anthony rolled his eyes, kissing her quickly again. "Not luck, design."

She shook her head, turning away from him. "I'll see you at home."

Anthony caught her, spinning her back towards him, claiming her lips roughly again. "One more thing: As for your comments about infidelity, Mrs Bridgerton, I think we know I've no need for that."

Kate pushed against his shoulders, swinging the door open, "That's Sharma to you, Anthony." She cleared her throat again, talking more loudly this time, for the benefit of his office at large. "I look forward to besting you again. Bridgerton!"

"Oh, yes. I can't wait to go another round!"

#divorce lawyers au #spicy sunday🌶 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[joansblondells]

#hellcheer shitposting. AGAIN #do I have to do everything myself around here #au where peepaw cunningham grows a backbone #he doesn’t understand chrissys life choices but christ almighty and the divorce lawyer as his witness he will support them #op #💘

[multongsisig]

modern au elihara first proper interaction

#a stepmother's marchen #elias von neuschwanstein #ohara von heinrich #my art #elias x ohara #this au has been stuck in my head since feb #twitch streamer elias x aspiring divorce lawyer ohara #tho this is still the very beginning of it lmao #the fantasie of a stepmother

[tennessoui]

november ko-fi part two release

hello hello i made a mistake and decided i wanted my december ko-fi to be more overtly holiday related.....after getting 3k into it, so i finished it and am posting early so i can post a more wintery one next month!! my b my head is literally everywhere but on straight lately

so this is the link to my ko-fi; in my gallery, i've uploaded the link to a google doc where i've written 5k of the divorce lawyer au, set in the morning after this snippet (where divorce lawyer obi-wan gets drunk at a bar and flirts with serial husband anakin)....here is an excerpt:

When Obi-Wan just blinks at him again, mouth slightly open, Anakin huffs as if he’s being difficult on purpose. “I want to stay married to you.” “What?” Anakin has the nerve to roll his eyes as if this isn’t incredibly jarring news. “I mean, I’m assuming you can’t be the divorce lawyer in our divorce, right?” Obi-Wan’s lips thin. “Yes, that would be—” “A conflict of interest, right,” Anakin waves his hand through the air. “And I’m assuming you’re not very interested in one of your coworkers knowing that you fucked me and married me during a drunk night out in Las Vegas.” “I’m much more interested in that than I am in staying married, Mr. Skywalker,” Obi-Wan snaps, even as he realizes how uninterested he is in his coworkers finding out about this. Who would he trust to be tight-lipped about the whole thing? Cody perhaps, but there’s no way Cody wouldn’t tell his brother. And there’s no way his brother wouldn’t tell everyone else. And Vos, his other partner? Absolutely unthinkable. “Don’t call me that,” Anakin replies. His lips tilt up into a grin, as if he’s finding something incredibly entertaining but this current situation. “Too formal for you now? Am I supposed to feel obligated to only call you by your first name now that you’ve had your tongue dow my throat?” Obi-Wan asks in his most withering tone. Anakin’s cheeks light up, as if he isn’t a man who spends half his time in other people’s beds doing much more explicit things. “No,” Anakin says. “Call me by my last name all you want, it’s just that it’s not Skywalker anymore.” He flashes a devastating smile in Obi-Wan’s direction. “It’s Kenobi.”

as a reminder, the link is only accessible for monthly supporters--but if you sign up now, you would get access to the other three ficlets i've posted there AND access to the december one because i'll be posting that in the first half of december!! if you want to become a monthly supporter, it's really easy, just make sure that you switch the payment amount from 'one time' to 'monthly', otherwise the system won't recognize you as a monthly supporter and you won't be able to see the link :(

#kit's ko-fi #obikin #divorce lawyer au #i am 98% this is how that works (aka if you're a monthly supporter you'll see all of them and even if you cancel as soon as you pay #you would still be able to see any fics uploaded until a month after you cancelled cause that's when the monthly thing runs out) #anyway this is one trope i have not written before (fake relationship) #and i really enjoyed thinking about how it'll go down #and if you didnt notice the wedding they're going to is set pretty close to christmas.....in a colorado snow lodge.... #could be the christmas fic i have to think about it #not ruling out a part two tho

[hellcheerficdatabase]

a casualty i can't forget

Author: @outlandishwhalesharks

Rating/Warning: Mature

Chapter Count: 2/5

Description:

Chrissy Cunningham is met with the ultimate betrayel from her mom and husband. Afterward she's forced to go on a journey of self-discovery but with the help of her best friend, Chicago's best (albeit unorthodox) divorce attorney, and the proprietor of her favorite bar (whos big brown eyes seem to see right through her), she'll come to realize that she's much stronger than she ever expected.

Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, alternate universe- modern au, divorce drama, cheating, bartender/Owner!Eddie, Murray Bauman Lawyer at LAW, eventual smut, kinda slow-burn, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, Chrissy POV, so far, multiple chapters, status: WIP

#Alternate Universe- no vecna #alternate universe- modern au #divorce drama #cheating #bartender/Owner!Eddie #Murray Bauman Lawyer at LAW #eventual smut #kinda slow-burn #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #Chrissy POV #so far #multiple chapters #status: WIP #eddsy #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #eddie and chrissy #chreddie #chrissy deserved better #chrissy cunningham #munningham #hellcheer #hellcheer fanfic #stranger things

[field-s-of-flowers]

Can’t stop thinking about divorce aus with one ship as the divorcees and another as the lawyers. Enemies to lovers and lovers to enemies. It’s perfect

#Soph’s posts #This is cause of kap’s marythew divorce lawyer au #And of course Vee and his divorce shtuff #This is a PERFECT Orphydice/Persades au too #Also zukka as the divorcees and any wlw ship as the lawyers <3

[911onabc]

fuck it friday!!

tagged by: @wikiangela @heartbeatdiaz @panbuckley @barbiediaz

it's not even friday here for another 25 minutes but i don't care i'm posting this anyways. this is from divorce lawyer buck au and it is eddie being the GRUMPIEST EDDIE HAS EVER BEEN. like the version of eddie that exists in this fic is the grumpiest little version of him. i am obsessed with grumpy angsty eddie honestly <3

“Your girlfriend’s lawyer brother is ridiculous.” Eddie said as soon as Chimney opened the door to the locker room. “Ridiculous?” Chimney asked, setting his duffle bag down on the bench and looking at Eddie with tight lips. “He’s been going on about this since he got here,” Hen sighed. “I don’t think he liked your guy, Chim.” “He didn’t like my guy?” Chim tilted his head at Hen, then looked back over at Eddie. “What’s wrong with Buck?” “Listen, I don’t like lawyers,” Eddie said, flailing his hands around as he spoke. “I already knew I don’t like lawyers. One of my uncles is a lawyer, and he’s the member of the family you don’t want to get stuck next to at Thanksgiving dinner. Thinks he’s better than the rest of us because he went to Yale. And is simultaneously the most boring person you will ever meet.” “And Buck’s not like that at all,” Chimney rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome.” “No,” Eddie snapped his head over to Chimney, pointing at him with childish glare in his eyes. “Buck is much worse. There is something seriously wrong with that guy.” “With Buck?” Chimney asked, again. He didn’t appear to be grasping the issue. “You know, I think he’s smarter than he seems.” “It’s not his intelligence I have a problem with. It’s that nobody should be that happy about divorce. He’s like their number one fan. Divorces. You have to be a total freak to like divorces.” “Eddie,” Chimney groaned. “You spent what? Half an hour with the guy? Maybe give him a chance before you declare him a total freak.” “It was a terrible half hour,” Eddie countered. “Probably closer to a terrible forty-five minutes.” “Didn’t you say he was doing this basically for free?” Hen butt in, frowning at Eddie. “Well, yeah, but—“ “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Diaz.” Hen sighed. “You’re getting free legal counsel from someone who seems happy to help. That’s not something to complain about just ‘cause you think the guy is strange.” “I’m allowed to complain,” Eddie pouted. “I’m getting divorced. Apparently. I didn’t even want to get divorced.” “Well, did you really want to keep being married?” Hen looked at Eddie with wide, concerned eyes that made Eddie want to melt into the floor.  “I don’t want to need a lawyer.” Eddie said, ignoring the question and looking into his locker instead of anywhere near his colleagues’ faces.  “Mmhm.”  “I hate lawyers,” Eddie said, slamming his locker door shut. “I hate lawyers and I hate needing a lawyer and I don’t want to have to see your girlfriend’s weird brother ever again.” “Yeah,” Chimney grimaced. “Uh, I think we’ve covered that already.” “I’m allowed to complain.” Eddie snapped, looking back at Hen and Chimney to see two very unimpressed faces. Instead of replying, the two of them made eyes at each other–an act that Eddie found incredibly frustrating on the best of days. It wasn’t always easy when two of your closest friends and colleagues had a bond impenetrable by any other human being. And you were standing there on the outskirts. Eddie didn’t feel like talking to them anymore. So, he made his way towards the locker room door with a semblance of hope that he could get a moment of peace before Bobby called everyone for a morning meeting.  As the door shut behind him, Eddie could hear one of the other guys who had been quietly and politely pretending not to hear their very loud conversation begin to ask what Eddie’s deal was.  Fine.  They could talk all they wanted. It wasn’t like his life could get much worse. 

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#i tagged so many people sorry (i'm not sorry) #divorce lawyer buck au #fuck it friday #writing tag

[andorerso]

another slightly nsfw snippet because they have no chill

The rational part of her sighs and throws her hands up in defeat. You’ve already made up your mind. Just do it. Jyn pulls out her phone and sends him a text. Pizza tonight? I’ll let you finish in my mouth this time.

#getting conflicted again because im currently at 10k and there's still a great chunk left of my outline.... this may become a 3-parter? #idk.... but if i post the 10k i have right now i could then work on smut month #and then come back and finish the lawyers au for real #which may be best because i really wanna update it but i also need to start working on smut month soon #and i don't wanna post a 20k chapter anyway so... idk idk #somebody help #shut up sissi #divorce lawyers au #rebelcaptain

[cupofwater6]

can't find the post at the moment but if McWexler and Tomshiv met up not only would Tom's identity be sold within the minute of leaving whatever dinner they went to, Mondale would also mysteriously disappear from their apartment the next day after one of Jimmy's inside guys remarked at how he's in a pen all day

#im sorry kim would not be their divorce lawyer she would aid and abet in several crimes to fuck them over with jimmy #i said it before but jimmy would be their lawyer. hundreds of hours racked up on their heavy ass brick weight black credit card #now in an AU? or something? kim and shiv teamup of the century. and tom still gets his identity stolen idk he just seems like a guy who #is prone to having his identity stolen and sold #ramble

[random-weirdo]

Okay I’m watching Laws of Attraction rn for Michael Sheen and I just had an idea: a fanfic and the plot is the same as LoA but it’s Ineffable husbands?

Please and thank you

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens fic #this has probably already been made #but oh well #liiikeeeee just imagine #divorce lawyer au sounds so fucking funny to me #like enemy to lovers except they just go back and forth from enemies to lovers the whole time #i might write it #but I’m kinda hoping someone else does #because I have no writing abilities rn whatsoever