#junior enforcers au

[sitp-recs]

I just finished a great romcom and now Im wondering do you have Drarry recs that are romcom-y? It doesnt have to explicitly labeled as such but just a vibe...you know that after a serious of little hick ups and An Airport Run for True Love a pop banger playing in the background vibe :D

Hi anon! Oh that’s such an exciting ask, I’ve had lots of fun thinking about this one. I feel like I haven’t read enough romcom, would love to explore this genre further. I hope you enjoy these!

Mad Blood Stirring by provocative_envy (E, 3k) - Hockey AU

It's not like they've been angrily hooking up on the sly since meeting at a Juniors skills camp in fucking Manitoba four years ago, except that's exactly what they've been doing.

Burning Down the House by @peachpety (M, 4k)

Harry is happy as editor-in-chief of The Quibbler. From planning to printing, design to deadlines, he enjoys being in the hot seat. And after vanquishing Voldemort, managing fires is an easy part of the job. Until his scorching crush on his impeccably dressed fashion editor flares out of control, and he's forced to face actual fires.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 10k)

It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken (T, 12k)

What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn. This story isn't about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.

Crash (Into Me) by @sweet-s0rr0w (T, 14k)

Harry’s done plenty of ridiculous things for charity over the years, but Robards’ latest scheme really takes the biscuit. Or rather, the teacake. Good job Malfoy’s there to suffer alongside him this time, eh?

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (M, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

Jumeaux by VivacissimoVoce (M, 19k)

Draco and Blaise own and operate a luxury spa resort together, and the Ministry's Auror department has scheduled a full service three-day retreat. Guess who's on the guest list?

Little Red Courgette by @blamebrampton (T, 31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann, firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

#anon #asks #Drarry reclist #romcom AUs

[aledethanlast]

Seriously, how are those FBI agents doing in that Baltimore hotel for the David Wesninski AU? They signed up for none of this, yet here they are, dealing with the craziest family drama any of them have ever witnessed. Honestly, their faces when it gets confirmed that Wymack is the identical twin of this serial killer must be priceless

The first thing you need to understand about fbi ops is, you don't just write those up on a whim. Theres investigations and plans and preparations. They were prepared for the Hatfords to push the agreed boundaries and kill against orders. That's why they were contacted in the first place. They were prepared for the cleanup, and the inquiries, and to throw the Hatfords under the bus as an excuse to begin what was sure to be a years-long investigation into Nathan Wesninski's network.

The second thing you need to understand about law enforcement operations is that you're either going shit shit shit shit shit when things are going according to plan and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck when they aren't.

So, on the whole? It was a shitty night. The whole thing got pushed back by like two hours because of an alleged break in, and then by three more hours after a fight with op command on how much can they look over the police's shoulder without tipping their hand. And then it all goes down, and there's corpses everywhere, and it's all gone to shit...

And then Junior is on the front lawn.

Which, first of all, how are you not dead? Rhetorical question, clearly Nathan tried. Second, no seriously, how are you not dead. The fuck you mean it's a secret bitch I will [redacted]-

But it's fine. It's fine. Actually, hold on, this is great. They get to skip years of investigation all it costs is some witness protection. The kid seems like a real shithead but once they get him talking...

And then Towns says "We gotta talk about his team."

Oh right, them. "Once they calm down we'll give them a basic rundown of what's happening and send them home. Considering what they said so far it doesn't sound like they know much."

But Towns shakes his head. "You don't know who they are, do you?" Browning raises a brow. "Palmetto State Foxes?" Nope. "Edgar Allen. The ravens." Nope. "Kevin Day?"

That does sound familiar, but Browning knows he doesn't get the points for that. "Sure, one of the other players, no?" He never cared for exy, personally, and while he gets that people get excited about college sports he's always believed in some healthy iconoclasm. He shakes his head.

Towns grumbles. Then out of nowhere, he says, "Call Suzie."

"What?"

"Call her. Right now. Put her on speaker."

She should be at lunch, so Browning obliges, but he really doesn't see what his teenage daughter has to do with...

Click. Suzie's high, confident voice. "Daddy?"

"Hey Suzie, it's Freddie, your dad's pal from work," Towns says.

"Oh. Um. Hey?" Suzie sounds nervous suddenly. "Is my dad okay?"

They both suddenly realize what this call must look like, especially after Browning hadn't come home last night, and they both rush to reassure her that he's fine. "We've just had a long night," he reassures her. "No, I'm just calling because...hey Freddie, why am I calling?"

It's Towns' turn to raise an eyebrow, as if to say watch this. "Nah, I was just wanted a reminder, what's your husband's name again?"

Silence. A quick, sharp inhale, and in his mind's eye Browning can see his daughter's eyes focus like an eagles. "Well, first of all, it's future husband, because daddy says that the law says I have to be 18 to get married..."

Ohhhhh.

Fuck.

"But his name is Kevin Day. He's the world's best exy player, even after he had an accident last year. A lot of people abandoned him but I'm never gonna because when a mom and a dad love each other very much..."

A thousand dinner conversations run through Browning's head line an electric current as he opens his phone browser and searches the name. The results look nothing like the bruised shell of a man his colleagues have stuck in a hotel room, but they look like every poster on Suzie's wall. A terrible, terrible thought strikes him. "What about his friend. The, um, the short one."

The response is automatic. "Neil is cute too I guess. There aren't as many good posters of him, but Jessica from biology did her binder from shots she printed from youtube. Her dad yelled at her for wasting the ink."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

#david wesninski au #aftg #browning gets back home from work to find his daughter ready to murder him for arresting Jessica's husband #browning: I thought we didn't even like jessica? #suzie: WE DON'T BUT IM GONNA MEET KEVIN AT THEIR ENGAGEMENT PARTY AND HOW DOES THAT WORK IF HE'S IN JAIL

[the-badger-mole]

I have been mulling over a Psych!AU for ATLA. I think it would be hilarious. I will probably not get around to writing it, but here's what I was thinking.

Katara in the Shawn Spencer role. She honed her skills with Pakku, her surly, not always supportive grandfather who came to live with her family when she was very young after her mother died. He saw her knack for puzzle solving and her preternaturally sharp memory. Katara has a strained relationship with him because of his deep rooted misogyny and his insistence that despite being a woman, Katara should follow his footsteps into law enforcement. It...is a weird dichotomy, and at the start of the story, it has been years since they spoke.

Sokka is her Gus. He's a tightly wound, neurotic overachiever who feels disappointed because after years of being the gifted kid, he ends up working as a pharma rep. He wanted to be an engineer or a bio-chemist, but it didn't work out (I haven't decided why just yet). He still pursues those interests in his own time, which makes him a valuable, if reluctant participant in his sister's schemes. He initially goes along with his sister's foray into psychic detecting in order to protect her, but eventually he gets just as into it as she is. Especially after he meets Suki.

Suki is our Juliette. She's a sharp junior detective who assists the sibling detective duo from time to time. She believes Katara's psychic abilities after a few times witnessing her solving cases. Well, she mostly believes it. She can't completely wrap her mind around it, but she also can't think of a rational, natural explanation for how Katara seems to know what she knows. As time goes on, she develops feelings for Sokka, the sarcastic, logical, goofy half of the detective duo. She often acts as a buffer between the siblings and her partner,

Zuko is the Carlton Lassiter of the story. He does not believe Katara's claims of psychic abilities, but like Suki, he hasn't come up with a rational explanation. Yet. Still, she gets results, he can't deny. Their relationship is rocky at first. Zuko was the best detective in the police department, until Katara started showing him up. He is a stickler for rules and procedure, and he hates how Katara and her brother just do whatever cockamamie thing pops into their head, and it works out. As they work together more, he feels like he's on the cusp of figuring her out, but he just finds himself more and more impressed with her. Eventually, they become friends, and after that, something else blossoms between them.

Toph is this story's Woody. She's a slightly unhinged ME with an attitude problem. She is probably not completely blind, but she's severely visually impaired, which makes people doubt her abilities. At first. But then they realize why she is the ME for the most prestigious police department in the area. She likes the way Katara and Sokka have shaken up the department, so she doesn't mind helping them out every so often. She knows exactly how Katara manages to solve these crimes, but she will take that secret to the grave, because she thinks it's hilarious.

Aang is McNabb, and if you've seen the show, you know I'm right.

Iroh is the chief Vic. He runs the department with efficiently and is the one who impressed the importance of the rules in his nephew, Detective Zuko. Unfortunately, he never could get the boy to be more open minded. Iroh has no trouble employing the services of a psychic detective, as long as she gets the job done. He also finds it amusing to watch his nephew trying very hard not to be in love with her.

Obviously, Pakku is the Henry. Hakoda is Hakoda. He's a good dad, but he left a lot of the work of raising his kids to his mother-in-law, Kanna and Pakku, her husband, while he worked to keep the entire household financially afloat. Now that his kids are grown and out of the house, and he works less, he is trying to keep them all connected. He's very proud of his kids, though he doesn't completely understand what exactly it is they're doing. Either that, or he occasionally fills the Gus role along with or instead of Sokka.

#atla #psych!au #sukka #zutara #this will probably never get written #it's one of those self-indulgent fics that stay on the bookshelf in my head #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey I was wondering if you knew any fics where the pack is a mafia and everybody thinks that Derek is in charge but it’s actually Stiles?

Hey @pan-disaster-in-need-of-help! @kevaaronday found some great mafia fics for you.

Not the usual form of payment by Anchanee (31/31 | 98,988 | Explicit | Sterek) John Stilinski has been brutally killed and Stiles Stilinski finds himself thrust to the head of the American branch of the Stilinski Clan at the age of eighteen. The mobster family that operates mainly in central Europe, but had branched out to America with one very talented Claudia Stilinski, who had secured the market of central California (San Francisco, Brentwood, San Jose). She was succeeded by her husband and now her son. 

When his enforcer, Isaac, brings him Derek Hale as compensation for his family's debt, he’s not quite sure what to do. The Hales were a successful family who had worked with the Stilinskis quite successfully over the last decades. Now they are offering their son instead of money. Though Stiles is still learning the ropes of this mob business, he's pretty sure that THAT'S not normal!

Stiles ends up using Derek as a bodyguard which is probably not what you’re meant to do with a rival family’s son, but Stiles is making this up as he goes. And despite him being a mobster, he still has some dignity left.

Between Dogs and Wolves by artemis69 (1/1 | 25,934 | Teen | Sterek) "This is…not four million in cash,” remarks Stilinski.

“Isaac. Did you fail to get my money back and decided to pick up a stripper on the road to bribe me? Because let me make this perfectly clear: this would totally work. Well done.” 

Or

The mafia!AU where the Hales owe four million to the Stilinskis, Laura rents Derek (but not as a stripper), Stiles gets a new favorite, Derek gets a new boss, a new puppy and a new family. 

Sometimes they break people, but mainly, they just snark at each other.

Cars and Canines by tesha198 (16/16 | 20,387 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles rolls into Beacon Hills one day and sets up shop as a Mechanic. Derek brings in his totalled car after yet another supernatural fight and is immediately taken with him. Slowly Stiles becomes part of the pack. However both sides are keeping secrets that could change everything. Stiles is on the run from his past in the Irish Mafia. Derek has been keeping Stiles in the dark about the whole werewolf thing, not to mention the fact they are actually mates. What happens when Stiles old Mafia life catches up to his new seemingly normal one and everyones secrets are revealed? Will Stiles remain in Beacon Hills with Derek? How far is the pack willing to go to save Stiles and does Stiles actually want to be saved in the first place?

We Gotta Hide What We’re Doin’ by CharWright5 (1/1 | 17,893 | Explicit | Sterek) As a Bodyguard within the Stilinski Rodzina, Derek's one and only job is to watch over the Omega son—and only child—of the Family's Head, Stiles, a task that is easier said than done some nights. It's just good that the Alpha knows the best way to punish the little troublemaker when his bratty behavior threatens to expose a secret that could get the Bodyguard killed.

Take Me Instead by briggs (1/1 | 7,850 | Mature | Sterek) “I know he was a government officer. That’s why he was our fucking prized possession, cuntbag. Do you have any idea what you’ve done? How much does he know?”

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Or, where Stiles Stilinski is a young Mob Boss with an underground prostitute, drug, violence and weapon black market business, and Derek is an F.B.I. agent.

Consigliere by neil4god (5/5 | 7,042 | Not Rated | Sterek) It's been years since Danny left Beacon Hills behind and everything that happened in it. He moved on, joined the FBI and forgot all about his junior year of High School. At least he tried, but with Stiles Stilinksi leering at him from the FBI's most wanted board, well that makes it kinda hard to forget, and now they want to know all about it. They want him to talk to Stiles, worse still, they want him to wear a wire while he does it.

Amuse by DarkJediQueen (1/1 | 2,297 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles wasn't amused often, but there were times when he was. Too bad it didn't save the lives of the guys who amused him.

Bloody love by lightsfillthesky (1/1 | 1,601 | Mature | Sterek) Bruised knuckles, skin ebbing together as he felt the fire burning inside him, traveling in his bones and encompassing his soul “You have the fucking audacity of thinking you can touch him?” Stiles gripped the man’s chin between his fingers “Of thinking you could ever come close to killing a Hale”

Wanted: The Hale Pack by howshouldibegin (1/1 | 1,129 | Teen | Sterek) They all wear red. It’s a status symbol. The other status symbol, the symbol of the pack, is kept a secret from the public. But the public, and the police, they know about the red. Blood red. Alpha red. Each member wears it proudly.

Shot Through The Heart (Sorry, Babe!) by clotpolesonly (1/1 | 809 | Gen | Sterek) “Hi, honey!”

Derek doesn’t say anything. He just scowls, far more intensely than usual.

“Welcome home!” Stiles tries again. “So how was your day at work?”

“You fucking shot me,” Derek says. “That was my day at work.”

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mafia au #enemies to lovers

[daughterofthereaper02]

Hi!! I love your poly Top Gun list!! I love it so much! So this popped into my head while I was thinking of the different soulmate ones you’ve done so far. I’m a sucker for soulmate au’s so this is something I think about a lot, anyway, so what I was thinking was a soulmate au with Hangman, Bob, Rooster, and Y/N, where your soulmate’s name appears the first time that their life is put in danger. Just the angst of knowing you almost lost them before you even met them!!!! Mmm…. Delicious! I just thought you’d eat this up!! Have a great day!!

A/N: My God I love this!!!!! I am so down to write this! Ugh, the angst. I apologize for any inaccurate facts, this is fiction however.

It was always a shock for someone when they learned their soulmates names, no matter the age. Some would be born with it as a child was born with issues and they nearly didn't make it so the other had the name already. Others it would take years for a name to suddenly appear. Some people only had to experience the feeling once in their lives, other twice, and rarely three times.

You personally were born without any names which was what people considered lucky. It wasn't until you were a teen, fifteen to be exact, that the first name appeared. 'Jake Seresin' burned into your hip bone a searing hot pain. You were in the middle of a presentation and you cried out and dropped in pain. It was agonizing pain after the age of twelve, no one knew why but it could be so painful you passed out from the pain. You were the first student in your grade to get a soulmate name. When you pulled up your shirt, everyone had gasped. While you were presenting you almost lost him. It ate away at you for days, wishing you could find him and pull him into your arms to make sure he was okay. He wasn't dead though or else his name would have scarred over afterwards.

You knew your name was on all of them, it has been since you were six years old. There had been a robbery at your moms job and it was take your kid to work day. A day that was supposed to be so innocent and happy, turned sideways quickly. One guy went off the handle and grabbed you because you were the youngest, holding you at gun point as a child. The cops barely got you away in time, it took you years of therapy to get over what happened to you. You often wondered what they thought about after your name appeared when you were all so young.

When you were sixteen your next name appeared, you were taking a biology test you were not prepared for when the pain came through your body. It was so painful you had to grip the desk from the white hot searing pain. 'Bradley Bradshaw' appeared on your collarbone. It became so bad because it was mixed with a very bad period, you passed out. You weren't the first one in your grade to pass out because of the pain. Your teacher excused you from the test like he would any other student because of the pain and you got another two days to prepare for the second chance you had. Still, it ate at you what your soulmates could have done as teens to nearly die.

The final name to appear for you was when you were 17 and you were at you junior prom. You gripped the table and watched as 'Robert Floyd' tattooed itself onto your wrist. You stood up quickly and ran out of the room for air, your heart pounding in your chest. These were too close for your liking,come people didn't get theirs until mid twenties but all three of them were each a year apart? This wasn't normal. A million questions ran through your head. Were they clumsy? Daredevils? Bad home life? How could you protect them? This was the final straw, you fully decided on your career choice. You were going to go law enforcement to protect your soulmates no matter what and children so they could be protected like you were.

You joined the Navy fresh out of highschool and went military police so you could get the training. After your sick years were up, you went and joined SWAT and settled in California, near Fighter Town. You were in SWAT for a while and you were great at your job. Recently you got injured on the job, you were now stuck in a walking boot and on desk duty. You had plenty of vacation time though so you took it and went to visit a friend.

"I'm at the bar. No Mason, I don't need a babysitter" you said on the phone as you got out of your car. "It was my left foot dumbass, I can still drive" you laughed as you closed the door. You eyed up three attractive men by a vehicle. "Ooo, so sorry motherhen, you're breaking up" you said mockingly as he protested "What? What? Sorry I can't hear you" you said before hanging up. You looked down at your phone, grinning as he texted you 'Bitch.' and then 'Seriously. Text me if you need me' which you texted back 'thanks mom'. Mason was your best friend who was a very protective motherhen over you. This has only gotten worse since breaking your foot on the job.

You got to the bar and ordered yourself a drink before glancing at your watch from when your phone buzzed in you pocket. 'Sorry. Can't make it.' was all your friend texted which made you roll your eyes. You were not going to pull your phone out and have to buy everyone a round. Your v-neck shirt had tugged down a little and the bartender noticed the name. "Excuse me miss?" The woman asked, you would later know her to be Penny Benjamin. You'll looked at her then glanced at the rules, making sure you didn't break any which made her laugh "You didn't break any rules! I noticed the name on your collarbone. I believe I know your soulmate, he is over by the pool table. Ugly Hawaiian shirt" she laughed. Your eyes widened and your nerves caused a tight coil to form in your stomach as your heart began to pound. "Thank you" you told her, a smile on your face as you slowly made your way over.

As you walked there, questions ran through your head. Did he know your other soulmates? Were they here? Would they want you? What if they were all perfectly happy together already and didn't need you? Was all you could think as you finally reached the table. "Excuse me. Are you Bradley Bradshaw?" You asked the man with the pornstache. He looked confused but nodded "Yes... Can I help you?" He asked you, giving you a smile. "Possibly. My name is Y/n L/n" you said, moving your shirt to show his name tattooed on you that has began to burn and turn a red color when he confirmed his name. He gasped, his hand flying to his hip as it burned. "Bob! Hangman! Get your asses over here!" He called and two equally tall men walked over. They looked at you, about to tell you to get away from their soulmate but then Bradley told them "This is y/n" he said quickly and their jaws dropped. You held out you hand "Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you both" you blushed, their tattoos burning on their body. "Jake Seresin" One said at the same time as the other with glasses "Robert Floyd". You hissed as the tattoos burned at the same time.

You all decided to take your drinks outside because everyone was staring. You sat on the sand with them, all of you in a circle. You took as they stared at you, "What? Is there something on my face?" You asked nervously. Jake raised an eyebrow "No, we do want to know why your name appeared when we were all young though" he told you. You rubbed your neck "Nothing too big. Just a robbery at my moms job and being the one held hostage by gun point" you said. "WHAT!?" They all yelled in shock, pure terror on their faces to know they could have lost you when you were so young.

You all shared your stories, your heart breaking as you listened to their stories. It turned out Bradley was five years older then you and Jake and Robert were a year older. Jake had been knocked off his horse and got bit by a rattlesnake, they barely got to him in time. Bradley had been trying to drive his Uncle Mavericks motorcycle when he lost control and got hurt really bad. Robert had his glasses knocked off his face and he stepped into the street and almost got hit by a car. You could feel your chest tightening knowing you almost lost them in very weird ways.

You all sat there for a while getting to know each other personally. They started first about where they were from and what they did for work, joking about some injuries along the way. You sat there and soaked up all the information you could. Eventually it got to you and you told them your childhood, how you enlisted into the Navy at 17 with your parents permission and went for military police to get your experience. After your six years were up, you left and eventually made your way onto the SWAT team for this area. You told them previous injuries and then explained you broke your foot trying to get a little girl to safety. The whole time you watched their faces grow more and more concerned. "We're putting you in bubble wrap" Robert said and your eyes widened "What?" You asked. "You're a danger magnet that runs towards more danger, you need to be protected" Jake said jokingly. You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway "Wait until you meet Mason my best friend at work, he is a motherhen like no other" you snorted.

You could feel a weight being lifted though, one you carried for years. It had been a constant fear for your soulmate and how they were after nearly dying. For once you considered yourself lucky, you had three soulmates alive and well.

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[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (18-24 Feb 2024)

i'll always prefer the og but this iteration is entertaining

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

The Old Codgers Greatest Hits Album (AggressiveWhenStartled, author; quietnight, narrator) - 57K series, canon-divergent stucky co-starring peter parker. Reread of this hilarious forever fave where first teenage peter is forced to deal with two body-swapped geriatric supersoldiers and then bucky is forced to deal with two teenage spidermen trying (and failing) to stealthily rescue their "dog". Great podfic by quietnight, absolute hilarity

History of American Capitalism (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 85K, shrinkyclinks college AU with superstar QB!Bucky & history nerd Steve - incredible found family dynamics, can't believe @zenaidamacrouras1 made me actually really get into an AU that involved both undergrads AND football. The nerve! The talent! (the fic is single POV but there's an amazing companion piece that's Bucky's convos with this sister that give a his POV on some of it and it's equally amazing)

💖💖 +347K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Half sleep, half waking (softestpunk) - The Sandman & Rivers of London crossover: dreamling, 8K - amazing crossover! I wish there was 60K of this for me to read

Road to Joy (Oddree13) - Stranger Things: steddie, 25K - latest chapter in this omegaverse steddie series that I absolutely adore

Knit One, Purl Two (mollus) - MCU: stucky, 32K - reread; forever fave WS recovery fic with lots of softness in the form of: knitting, dancing, soap making and senior citizens

Red, White & Royal Goose (fairestfaerie) - RWRB: alex/henry, 7K - I just love a good Soulmate Goose of Enforcement fic

This Sunlit Land (eyres) - MCU: stucky, 38K - wonderful canon/timeline-divergent WS recovery AU

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Resident Alien - s1, e1-3

QI - series S, ep 7-9

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "The Fall of New York City" (s7, e1)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Heaven and Hell on Earth" (s7, e2)

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Stress Tested" (s21, e7)

D20: Adventuring Party - "A Negroni and a Bowl of Spinach" (s16, e7)

Ghosts (US) - s2, e16-22; s3, e1-2

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Kimberly Drew

The Sporkful - Can A Restaurant Makeover Make Diners Spend More?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Boston’s Blue Hill

Short Wave - The Life And Death Of A Woolly Mammoth

Desert Island Discs - Sheku Kanneh-Mason, cellist

I Said No Gifts! - Jay Jurden Disobeys Bridger

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Where Does Fani Willis Go From Here?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - World’s Loneliest House

⭐ Switched on Pop - Adult Contemporary, but make it cool (with CHROMEO)

Shedunnit - The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club (Green Penguin Book Club 1)

Up First - Julian Assange Extradition Hearing, Egypt Buffer Zone, Louisiana Special Session

Today, Explained - The Panama Canal is drying up

It's Been a Minute - Jada Pinkett Smith, the artist

Vibe Check - Welcome to Tip Check

Outward - True Detective: Night Country’s Lesbian Subtext

⭐ Code Switch - Why menthol cigarettes have a chokehold on Black smokers

Short Wave - When The Sun Erupts

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Stone of Destiny

⭐ 99% Invisible #571 - You Are What You Watch

Films To Be Buried With - Tyler James Williams

Ologies with Alie Ward - Black Hole Theory Cosmology (WHAT ARE BLACK HOLES?!) Part 1 with Ronald Gamble, Jr.

Off Menu - Ep 226: Noel Fielding

NPR's Book of the Day - 'Thank You Please Come Again' pays homage to Southern gas station food shops

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Buffalo Soldiers National Museum

The Assignment with Audie Cornish - Jake Tapper on American Political Scandal

⭐ Throughline - Dance Yourself Free (Throwback)

If Books Could Kill - The Better Angels of Our Nature

Our Opinions Are Correct - We Don't Give a F*ck About Canon

⭐ Today, Explained - Fight at the Museum

The Sporkful - Deep Dish With Sohla And Ham: Bagels

Dear Prudence - My Friend Has a Master’s Degree in Lying. Help!

What Next: TBD - The Coasts are Sinking

Short Wave - Didn't Get A Valentine's Love Song? These Skywalker Gibbons Sing Love Duets

Endless Thread - Endless Thread: The Musical

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Industrial Musicals

Strong Songs - "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden

You're Dead to Me - Queen of Sheba [turned out to be really perfect timing to have this knowledge right before getting to certain relevant bits in my current read The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi]

It's Been a Minute - Have we hit celebrity overload? Plus, Miyazaki's movie magic

Simply Reflecting - Did You Say Delusional?

Under the Influence - Seeing is Believing: The Power of Demonstration Commercials

Hit Parade - The Bridge: Bon Soir, Barbra

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Chromeo

Living Colour

Chicago House Foundation

Presenting Soundgarden

Swing Fever [Rod Stewart & Jools Holland] {2024}

Adult Contemporary [Chromeo] {2024}

Campfire Classics

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #soulmate goose of enforcement #fanfic ftw #d20 #dimension 20 #chromeo #living colour #chicago house music #soundgarden #throughline podcast #switched on pop podcast #20k hz podcast #code switch podcast #99% invisible podcast #today‚ explained podcast #you're dead to me podcast #hit parade podcast #vibe check podcast #the atlas obscura podcast #the sporkful podcast #short wave podcast #it's been a minute podcast #strong songs podcast #what next: tbd podcast #up first podcast #ologies podcast #endless thread podcast #desert island discs

[dont-f-with-moogles]

People Will Talk

People Will Talk (AoT High School AU) Characters: Levi x Hange (Mentioned: Isabel, Petra, Miche and others) Word Count: 1309

This one’s loosely based on the AoT Junior High Manga volume where Hange and Isabel make Levi cookies for his birthday. Here, they're older and the ending is pretty different… Song suggestion: Snowman - Sia

Shingeki High’s frost-glazed grounds lay empty following the mass exodus of its students. With the anticipation of the Christmas holidays hanging upon the air, the chattering crowds had departed early from their afternoon lessons. Only a small number of boarders were left on the site, Levi and Hange among them. The pair had quietly retired to Levi’s dormitory; his rooms not quite reflecting the festive cheer which had been so violently enforced on the rest of the student body. Still, Hange had exerted her own efforts despite Levi’s strict No Tinsel Policy (“it shreds everywhere and clogs up the vacuum!”) She had managed to procure a small Christmas tree which sat beneath the window. Its branches stood bare, apart from a few titan baubles and a small string of fairy lights (stolen, of course, from the giant tree in the school’s reception).

The pair sat with their backs against the sofa and legs curled beneath a low table. Two cups of tea stood upon its surface, steam curling upwards. The television showed a sun setting over a wide plain, marked only by a lone railway track. Within a cramped, open-topped carriage, a group of older adolescents were shown seated uncomfortably next to one another. 

“Why are they all blushing?” Hange wondered aloud, “this whole scene is so awkward, I’m tempted to skip it.” She swung round to Levi, who was regarding the screen in solemn silence. With a click of the remote, the picture paused. 

“Hey, you weren’t even watching! Do I have to rewind it?”

“No…” He had lifted his mug tentatively by the rim but instead placed it back upon the table. “Hange… I need to ask you something that’s been on my mind. It’s about those Birthday Cookies you and Isabel made for me.”

Levi was staring down at his knees. The glow from the fairy lights glinted off Hange’s glasses. “Eh… you know, this is a pretty important episode, so maybe we should watch that first, then-”

“Isabel said that you only helped her to bake the cookies so that you could take half of them to sell?”  

Hange uttered a strangled laugh. She pushed her glass further up her nose, feeling her cheeks warm. 

“D-did she? Well… look, it’s a little more complicated than that…” She opened and closed her mouth as Levi watched her patiently. “The truth is… I’m totally broke, okay? I’ve got Sawney and Bean to feed. And I owe you like 2000 yen towards bills and…”

“Try 16,378 yen…”

“Yeah, like I said, 2000 yen… and besides, you don’t even like birthday presents!”

Levi sighed and leaned forward, his elbows upon his knees. His dark fringe fell into his eyes as he moved. “Right, that’s what I told her. Relax, will you?.”

“Oh… so no harm done then, right?” Hange raised the remote brightly, poised to continue the programme. 

“Yeah… she…” Levi glanced at the doorway, as though expecting Isabel herself to come storming through at any given second. “She just made this weird comment about me taking sides, that’s all.”

“Taking sides…?”

“Yeah. Your side. Said that I keep choosing you over her and Farlan.” Levi shook his head. “She’s been like this since I transferred schools. It’s not like she has a reason to be jealous. Does she?”

“No. I mean they’re your oldest friends…” Hange twirled the remote control in her hands. Levi picked up his tea again but did not drink.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” Levi repeated firmly. “Everyone needs to stop making things out of nothing. First Petra, then Isabel…”

“Right!” Hange chimed in, flinging the remote down and stretching back against the sofa legs. “The Petra Incident was unfortunate but then again, she did only ask you to the Summer Festival at the last minute.”

“Exactly. You and I had already made plans…” Despite the steadfastness of his tone, Levi seemed unable to meet Hange’s eye.

“It’s not worth worrying about Levi!” Hange cast out an enthusiastic arm which almost sent her own tea flying. “People will say things. Miche calls us an old married couple all the time and it simply isn’t true!”

“Hah… that’s because you’ve got more chance of marrying Bean,” Levi returned darkly.

“Besides, since when do you care about what others think?” Hange shifted around to face him, her legs tucked beneath her. There came a whistle of breath down Levi’s nose; his eyes narrowed in thought as he lowered his cup.

“People say things because you seem to be everywhere I go,” he said finally. “If you want people to stop getting the wrong idea about us then don’t hang out in my room constantly. Look-” Levi jumped up and lifted one of the giant red socks that Hange had taped onto the television cabinet. “His and hers Christmas stockings? Besides which, your stuff is everywhere-” He gestured to the floor space before his front door which was occupied by a set of biology text books and a jar of titan toenails. “And-” Levi gave a slow blink. “... are you wearing my hoodie?”

“It’s mine,” Hange snapped, pulling the material around her. “Well, I found it in the lab so… it’s probably mine.”

“Hange…” Levi pressed his palm to his forehead, his expression glazed with exasperation. “This isn’t healthy… and I don’t just mean that germ-ridden hoodie.”

“Wait… are you really saying that you want me to go?” It was Hange’s turn to stand. Her voice caught a little as she continued. “I thought we had fun hanging out together. Whoever thinks there’s more going on between us is just being crazy! Ignore them, Levi!”

Levi’s eyes were fixed to the spot of carpet before her feet. “I can’t, because… they’re not crazy at all.”

“Huh?” 

Levi’s shoulders were rigid, fists clenched at his sides. He struck himself on the leg in an effort to get the first syllable of speech to topple out.

“What I’m trying to say is… your eyesight is even more shit that I first realised. As soon as you see titans you get a blind spot for everyone else around you.” He dug his heel into the carpet and cursed softly.

Hange frowned and she weighed his words carefully. Her eyes widened with realistion. “Ah… are you talking about Moblit?” Levi ground his teeth. He made towards the two cups on the low table.

“I’m kidding!” Hange grabbed his upper arm. Levi’s body tensed. “Come on, we had a moment there. Don’t let Moblit ruin it.” 

“M-moment?” 

Hange’s hand trailed down Levi’s arm, sending pinpricks of heat through his shirt.

“…I found your hoodie in the lab because you kept coming by, even though you never enrolled in Biology Club.” Hange took Levi’s hand and squeezed his fingers reassuringly. “See? You’re not so invisible after all. Not to me.”

Levi held her cheek, the heat from his skin sending a flood of colour into Hange’s face. Her hand encircled his wrist.

“Levi-”

“Then look at me… and be sure!” Levi’s breath was on her mouth and neck. “Because I’ve seen you. I’ve listened to your non-stop rambling about titan toenails and secret money-making scams. I’ve seen you bait titans four times your size without flinching. I’ve watched you make shitty tea and decorate my dorm with stolen decorations.”

His fingers were entangled in her hair.

“I’ve seen you obsessed with stupid tv shows and caught you wearing my clothes.” His hand tightened upon her head as he brought her closer. “You’re everywhere, all the time. You never give me a moment of peace, Four Eyes. I can hardly breathe. All I can see is your temper and your recklessness. Your kindness and your beauty.”

“Levi-” 

“So, if everyone else is crazy…” He brought his mouth to her own, so that his words were muffled as they fell into the silence. “Perhaps I’m crazy too.” As he pressed his lips against hers, Levi’s racing heart drowned out the rest of the world in a roar of sound. 

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan high #levihan #levi x hange #levi ackerman #hange zoe #levihan fic #levihan fluff #Christmas #why can't I write anything under 1000 words? #I promise the next one will be shorter #drinking wine and listening to Tom Odell is giving me too many angsty ideas #my writing

[gardenoforder]

headcanons expanding on the verse of my jingren psycho-pass AU oneshot, "for whom will you bare your fangs?" on AO3.

-jing yuan is criminally asymptomatic. sibyl system wants to include him in its network, but he's been able to dodge all threats and offers his way somehow. up until the system found out about his abnormality, he was able to camouflage and manipulate his own psycho-pass to match others' in order to not stand out. to sibyl, he is regarded as "one who borrows the mind of others and has no face of his own."

-blade was deemed a latent criminal from early on, so he spent most of his life confined. he was young enough to recall good times with his parents, but also old enough to realize that he was losing his future for things he hasn't done yet. when his family cut ties with him, he decided to discard his name as well.

-blade is aware of jing yuan keeping secrets from him, but he doesn't know what they're about. he's trusting that jing yuan has a good reason for it but uhh

their division:

-jing yuan and blade's unit currently comprises of fu xuan, their analyst, and ma yanqing (senior), another enforcer.

-their call signs are shepherd (inspector; jing yuan) and hound (enforcers; blade and ma yanqing)

-jing yuan and blade first met during a joint operation between both divisions. their different methods and approaches to the situation put them at odds with each other until they had to be physically pulled apart. not too long after, jing yuan recruited blade into his unit.

-fu xuan regularly has to deal with covering up for both of them. since she's their resident researcher, analyst, and medical expert all rolled into one, she's often the most exhausted of their group.

-ma yanqing (senior) is the oldest member in more ways than one. he is the only original member remaining; he was there to see jing yuan as a fresh new inspector and fu xuan being assigned as their analyst. he is struggling to dissuade his nephew, yanqing (junior) from pursuing a future job at the crime investigation department of the public safety bureau.

blade's old unit:

-this disbanded group was blade's first experience getting along with others, so the memories of them are something he holds fondly. the members were his friends, mentors, and coworkers, and even if this profession is all he's ever known, he still thinks highly of them.

-blade's old unit comprised of one inspector, dan feng, and two other enforcers, jingliu and baiheng. they are each officially marked as MIA. blade is still searching for their whereabouts, but it has proven fruitless. jing yuan knows what happened, but hasn't told him.

-jingliu was originally an inspector that got too close to the truth of the sibyl system and was demoted for her silence in exchange for her life. she has always regretted only taking the demotion for what happened to the rest of her former division members.

-dan feng became an person of interest for sibyl (just like jing yuan eventually did), and baiheng sacrifices herself to protect him from sibyl. after she gave her life to save his, he attempted to completely destroy himself to prevent sibyl from collecting any sort of data based on him, but both lives ended in vain. sibyl then created a synthetic being using what data is left of his brain, dan heng, to take his place.

-jingliu was not present due to an injury she received from a previous case. after learning about what happened to dan feng and baiheng, she escaped the country and becomes a renegade. she begrudgingly became jing yuan's outside source of information against sibyl. she hates blade for not knowing what happened to their old unit, but he doesn't know a damn thing what is he supposed to do

-if blade learns about any of this he will 100% go fucking nuts and he will be twice as berserk when he learns that jing yuan kept him in the dark on purpose, even if it was for his own good. like if that ever happens, jing yuan better have a good plan on how not to die

the jingren section:

-they're often found in the training room together. blade occasionally ends up breaking some equipment, and jing yuan always offers to pay for replacements.

-blade only has one tie for his suit and it was given to him by jing yuan. the only times he actually wears it are when he needs to cover marks the other man left on him.

-jing yuan didn't start smoking until he met blade and only smokes in blade's dorm.

-their choice in reads and philosophies repeal each other, but jing yuan has started picking up on reading blade's books whenever he visits him. blade reads as much paperback as possible.

-blade feels a lot of complex feelings for jing yuan, but he's most frustrated with him for showing him things that he's missed out on in a lot of his life for being branded a latent criminal as a child. "I would have been fine just being called a hunting dog. now that I know about all these things that I missed out on, I am growing greedy for a life I don't know of. and I resent him for that."

-their relationship doesn't have a strong feeling of romance. it's more built on the feeling of belonging, interest, and comfort, the feeling of like-mindedness despite being opposites. sometimes they use their rivaling ideologies to compete and encourage each other. they're partners that know each other well enough to understand what to do without needing to say anything, and blade will often act on his own during cases knowing what jing yuan is planning. those unspoken and unpredictable patterns have earned him the nickname of "jing yuan's wild dog"

-blade's frustrations with jing yuan often come out during sex and it's no surprise that his numbers and color go nuts. he is so damn aggressive that jing yuan doesn't really have to do anything for a while before he gets to make a move himself. jing yuan likes to satisfy blade like that, let him rage out and take his fill before giving it to him as much as he wants.

#jingren #my god this shit is so self indulgent as if I could post the entire thing on twt without fucking myself over #wavecounttag

[walkingbetweenwords]

so I have meta about the Lans, and how they’re treated by the fandom as one of the “good” sects because of their 4,000-odd rules

(and of course, this is only my interpretation of the text, filtered through my experiences, etc etc)

the Lan sect represent this one particular approach to morality that is, essentially, that morality can be codified down into a set of rules and we can make people follow those rules (we can make people follow our morality rules by imposing increasingly harsh penalties for deviance)

this is close to deontological ethics, but how the Lan sect’s Wall Of Rules is presented in Mo Dao Zu Shi, this is more than just adherence to a set of ethical rules- this is specifically a set of rules, imposed by external authority (the elders), with the rules being morality rather than representing morality (all right I think this part is just deontological ethics), and enforced by a culture of punishment

it’s important to note here that in the Lan morality system, punishment is not proportional to the harm done to others, punishment is proportional to (a) the importance of the rule broken, (b) the extent of the rule-breaking done, and also an unspoken (c) The person who is breaking the rules and the people setting the punishment (see: Lan Wangji being punished for meeting Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian beaten for getting drunk while Lan Wangji specifically had to ask for punishment, the “do not talk to Wei Wuxian” rule and the juniors being punished for breaking it, etc.) Inasmuch as punishment does happen for harming others, it happens when harm done breaks one of the Rules, and also particularly when harm done is against the People Setting The Rules. (see: Qingheng-Jun’s wife being punished with seclusion vs. Lan Qiren, who joined a siege against an innocent man, receiving no punishment by the end of the books. Obviously. Or Zewu-jun voluntarily entering seclusion rather than being punished for associating with evil)

this is the same approach to morality that leads to cruel punishments over stupid rules in schools, because of course students Need To Follow The Rules, because the Rules Themselves Represent Morality. this is an approach to morality that automatically leads to Bad Places tbh, and will always lead to bad places because... well, multiple reasons, but for one, think about who’s setting the rules and who enforces the rules and who is just expected to shut up and follow them

there’s a lot of fanon that treats Lan sect rules as something cute and wholesome, or something deeply intellectual and where the rules can be debated, etc, and I love a cute found family AU as much as anyone else, but tbh? I never got that vibe? to me the Lans are That High-Caste Clan who think that they’re the most pure because they have the most ridiculous rigid internal rules of conduct, and they’re That Fucking “Prestigious” School which is known for enforcing a lot of rules about uniforms, gender mixing, etc. extremely rigidly.

I personally headcanon that large sects rising up after inter-sect conflicts and eventually getting drunk with power and lording it over the other sects is a cyclical thing that happens in canon (first the Wen, then the Jin), and I headcanon that it will be the Lan sect that will be the next Wen, and this might start by enforcing their rules outside of Lan sect territories. (because of course, according to the Lan elders, they have the Most rules and therefore the Best rules).

#anti gusu lan #putting the anti tag because this isn't particularly gusu lan friendly #but like tbh i don't have high opinions about the rest of the major sects either #of course i still love reading lan found family fics and everyone who writes them is great #because like my Deep And Meta opinions about MDZS and my desire to read fluffy found family are two different wolves #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #meta #tbh i was reading a fascinating nonfiction piece that partially informed this

[fallingintheforest]

Linked Universe Ski Patrol AU

(dreamt this up while skiing today and had to get it out of my head)

Warriors:

Senior Leader, Ski Patrol & Part-Time Assistant Coach w/Time

Skier - Speciality: Slalom Ski

Has the best drip on the mountain. Colour matched outfit and gear.

Technique snob. But he looks elegant af so it’s hard to turn your nose up at his advice.

Mostly teaches novice teen-adult ski classes. Tends to be the designated instructor for private lessons.

Knows the students in his class are crushing on him and taking sly snapchats, but he’s cool with it. Legend makes sure to body check him into a now drift if it gets to his head.

Lead coordinator for Search & Rescue.

Schedules all safety and team briefings for first thing in the morning (much to the annoyance of LITERALLY EVERYONE).

Is a stickler for rules and will enforce them if people are being unsafe on piste.

Will stop snow spray other members of the ski patrol (makes sure to have a swift exit strategy when he targets Legend & Four).

Wears those old school ski sunglasses. 

Sky:

Ski Patrol Member

Snowboarder - Specialty: Big Air

Is so often late to morning briefing sessions, he is immune to Wars’ glare.

Rides goofy.

Tends to be a very laidback and confident rider and isn’t one to race down the mountain at mach speed.

HOWEVER, he will absolutely send it over huge jumps whenever he feels he needs to remind everyone how much of a badass he is.

Dude has no fear of heights.

Will occasionally assist in lessons, but is not a primary instructor and would prefer not to be.

Gives one of the smoothest rescue toboggan rides down the mountain.

Will stop and offer encouragement to new snowboarders.

Twilight and Sky have a long standing skier/snowboarder rivalry going and do not miss an opportunity to be little shits to each other.

Will give ONE free pass for rule breaking.

Wolfie:

MVP Ski Patrol Member

Best digger on the Search & Rescue Team.

Often found riding the lift with Twilight.

Will catch a ride across Twilight or Wars shoulders when too tired to run back down the mountain.

Barks encouragingly at the kiddos learning to pizza.

Sits beside the t-bar so he can get extra pats from riders heading up the mountain.

On his off duty days, he is more often than not, dog-napped by Wild & Hyrule to go skijoring.  

Best boy on on the mountain, no debate.

Four:

Pro Shop Technician & Part-Time Ski Patrol Member

Skier - Blade Skis (that he CNC machined himself).

Has no end of patience helping fit the excitable kiddos with rentals. But can and will get sassy with entitled tourists who think they know more than him. 

Prefers quick carving to really test the limits of his equipment. 

Has fixed more equipment of Wild’s than he cares to think about. Four: “HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO BEND YOUR SKI IN THIS DIRECTION?!?”

More often than not can be found at the terrain park.

Backpack, sunglasses, hands in pockets. He’s a whole vibe and knows it. 

Runs a small artisan shop selling CNC’d speciality ski blades.

Fills in on Ski Patrol if someone is away/sick.

Much to his dismay, is usually designated as the ‘patient’ for practice rescue scenarios. But, admittedly, enjoys riding in the rescue toboggan especially if Hyrule is driving as he full sends it down the mountain. 

Um this is getting a tad long. I’ll have to put the other boys full description in another post at a later date. But here’s the overview (mostly so I don’t forget!) 

Twilight:

Senior Leader, Ski Patrol

Skier & Ski Mountaineering 

Wild:

Wilderness Instructor & Part-Time Assistant Coach w/Time

Skier - Speciality: Freestyle & Nordic Ski

Ex-Ski Patrol Member  

Legend:

Ski Patrol Member

Skier - Speciality: Moguls & Backcountry 

Former National Team member

Time:

National Team Coach & Operations Lead, Ski Patrol

Skier - Regular Alpine & Telemark

Wind:

Junior National Team Member (& VERY jealous he is not old enough to join Ski Patrol)

Skier — Seriously thinking about transitioning to snowboarding as a primary.

Hyrule:

Wilderness Instructor & Ski Patrol Member

Snowboarder, Nordic Ski & Backcountry

#linked universe #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu time #lu legend #lu four #lu wind #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu wolfie #lu ski patrol #listen the absolute chaos of the chain on a mountain has unlimited potential al #Yes I know this is niche but it’s for my enjoyment #I have lots of thoughts about this au

[1016anon]

Title: White Collar Wonder Woman Author: 55anon Fandom: Bridgerton Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma Summary: Sharma didn't hate him; she didn't despise him. She was a consummate professional who simply handed the attorney taking his deposition every email of his nightmares.

Note: I've decided to make this tumblr a repository of fic ideas that spill out and I have no idea if they will ever be continued or completed. If you want resolution, this is not for you. Read at your own risk.

Also, I really don't know what this is, other than me venting through fic about some things that really bother me about any modern AU of Bridgerton.

"Somebody help! Please!"

His father's face was turning blue; Eloise was sobbing into her phone. They were in the middle of a park; emergency services wouldn't get to them in time.

Then, she appeared.

"Here," she jabbed his father's thigh with an EpiPen, held it in place, then kneaded the injection site.

The reaction to the epinephrine was instantaneous-- Father gasped and the woman helped him roll onto his hands and knees as he coughed violently.

"You'll still need to take him to the hospital to ensure the reaction doesn't recur. Is your car close?"

"No, we parked on the other side."

"All right. Hold onto your sister."

"What?"

"Hold onto your sister."

"Wh--" Anthony screamed.

Because they were flying. He'd heard rumors that some kind of superhero was now in residence but had scoffed at the notion. Now he was hanging onto Eloise for dear life as they descended, landing in front of the hospital.

"Can you take it from here?"

"What?" He was in a state of shock. He thought he could be excused mild hysteria and total incoherence.

The hospital staff, however, seemed to recognize the woman and calmly listened as they helped his father into a wheelchair and immediately began taking his vitals. Someone soon appeared with a mask and tank of oxygen.

"And I think you might need to give a juicebox to Junior. It was their first time flying."

Said juicebox appeared at his elbow. There was a straw. Without another word, the woman flew away.

Anthony had a very strong urge to knock the juice out of the person's hand; he didn't need to be coddled. He wanted to protest that he was eighteen years old, damn it! He would be starting university in a few weeks! Then he ran that sentence over in his head again and the indignation popped like a week old balloon already in its death throes. The nurse only smiled at him gently, patting his back in sympathy.

This was how: 1. His father's life was saved; 2. Anthony developed A Complex about Mott's Very Fine Apple Juice and always bought Capri Sun for Hyacinth and Gregory; 3. Met Miss Sharma. Though he didn't know that last part yet.

Metropolis gave her the helpful moniker Supermedic because that's what she did: appear during medical emergencies in remote places to deliver lifesaving first aid. Everyone loved her (except people trying to sue her, as she was firmly protected by Good Samaritan laws).

By the time Anthony graduated, however, she had somewhat expanded her repertoire to (of all things) white collar crime. Metropolis was much less pleased with this development. She was given many, many other-- sometimes unflattering-- names and the number of lawsuits filed against her was staggering. (The filings were quite amusing: John Smith v. Jane Doe, a.k.a. Supermedic, a.k.a. Lady Whistleblower, a.k.a. Maid Marian, a.k.a. Mallet of Justice, a.k.a. Ethics Enforcer, a.k.a. The Menace, a.k.a. High Flyer, a.k.a. Has No Jurisdiction)

Everyone had an opinion on her; Anthony's opinion was rather mixed. On the one hand, she saved his father's life. On the other hand, she discovered and very publicly disseminated that Fife was running a side Ponzi scheme through Bridgerton Capital Management. Since Fife was a member of Bridgerton Corporation's board of directors, the company was naturally dragged into the investigation, as well as Bridgerton Holdings, LLC, Bridgerton Group Ltd., and Bridgerton GmbH.

The deposition was almost enough for Anthony to consider banning electronic communications for everyone in every single Bridgerton company; by the end of the two eight-hour sessions of intense questioning examining emails which admittedly looked very bad in the context of Fife's actions, he was certain a colonoscopy without anesthesia would have been more comfortable and less probing.

It did not help at all that one of the lawyers assigned to the investigation was Katharine Sharma. She was not one of the lead attorneys but was very clearly an instrumental member of the team. She was also the older sister of Edwina, with whom Anthony had gone on one disastrous blind date.

Sharma didn't hate him; she didn't despise him. She was a consummate professional who simply handed the attorney taking his deposition every email of his nightmares; fourth drafts of powerpoints attached to emails he had been cc'ed on but for the life of him could not remember; spreadsheets with twenty hidden tabs that had at one point popped up in Anthony's inbox but had only reviewed the visible worksheets.

So yes, Anthony had mixed feelings about the superhero who had saved his father's life, but also brought into Anthony's life the beautiful, intelligent, aggravating Katharine Sharma, whose first impression of him was bad (really, the less said about his date with Edwina, the better) and second impression even worse.

When Anthony found out that Sharma and The Mallet of Political, Financial, and Corporate Death were one and the same-- let's just say it was the closest he got to a crisis in faith as an agnostic Anglican.

But first, the story of how Mr. Bridgerton discovered the secret identity of The Bane of His Existence (and Object of All His Desires):

--

To be fair (whatever that meant in this context), he did not discover her identity until after they began dating. She wouldn't have allowed herself to date him anyway because she was very strict about conflict of interest; her work and investigations took precedence over everything. He later found out that when he asked if she'd like to get coffee, she actually went to consult her boss, who in turn consulted their ethics expert, as to whether it would cause any issues.

For a coffee. During which she spent almost the entire time responding to an urgent email.

Additionally, the irony (hypocrisy?) of Kate being concerned about ethics when she regularly collaborated with Lady Whistleblower (they were not, as it turned out, the same person) was astounding. Granted, Lady Whistleblower never used or had access to confidential information; everything she used was technically publicly available. If she did release information which had originally been designated confidential, it was all done properly through FOIA requests.

However, it simply... stretched the bounds of credulity that a person would-- and could-- go through thousands of pages of SEC 10-K filings every week to uncover corporate malfeasance. Someone had to be pointing her the right direction; that someone was Kate. It was always a question of the chicken or the egg: did the government begin investigating because of a Whistleblower story, or did Whistleblower get a tip from someone within the government working on the early stages of the investigation?

Investigations were discontinued all the time simply because government regulatory bodies did not have infinite time or staff; some investigations were also dropped on the order of political appointees. Did Kate send information to Whistleblower because the media attention would force the government to continue the investigation? There was also the fact that Whistleblower's blog was so popular, it got inside information from employees of companies all the time.

There was an Instagram. And a TikTok. Anthony had to admit to being impressed that Whistleblower managed to gain a following so large that teenagers knew what front running was. Statements of commitment by the C-Suite promising to create, audit, and uphold robust ethical standards of corporate practice were at an all time high. Transparency was a political buzzword.

In any case, Kate only began dating him after Anthony had thoroughly cleaned house; which was well after Fife and his associates had been found guilty of embezzlement, insider trading, stock manipulation, mail fraud, wire fraud, money laundering, perjury, and a bunch of other crimes. (Bridgerton Capital Management was obviously ruined; Anthony founded Viscount Investment Advisors; they needed to move from London to Metropolis after Brexit anyway.)

To get back to the point:

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Anthony wished very much that he could have been Lois Lane to Kate's Wonder Woman. He was, however, more like one of those petty street thugs that Wonder Woman soundly defeated before moving on to battle greater enemies.

The enemy in this case was... an entire system. If there ever was a modern David and Goliath story, this was it.

Other cities had superheroes who went after murderers, drug cartels, and terrorists; visible targets who were clearly Bad People Intent On Doing Evil.

Metropolis, however, had High Flyer, so named because she did, indeed, fly high up in the sky but also because her targets were literally the highfliers of society: individuals who amassed billions of dollars in wealth while evading taxes, jet setting around the world living in obscene extravagance and wielding a disproportionate amount of political influence without ever being held accountable by the public.

Anthony was one of those individuals.

In truth, it was a miracle she agreed to give him a chance at all. They were from completely different worlds, lived completely different lifestyles, had no mutual friends, were raised with completely different values. Much of his (childhood) social circle was comprised of people who ran companies she regularly investigated. They were, she liked to say, fiscally conservative, socially liberal, genteelly racist, entitled mediocrities.

Somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him. He fell in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her in her suit, three binders laid out before her-- the contents of which were thoroughly marked with highlights-- two phones, three laptops, a banker's box of documents, looking at him calmly as though she was going to eviscerate him (which she did). Anthony had always been attracted to women who were capable of dismantling his life. Usually this ended up being for the worse, but in the case of Kate Sharma, it ended up being for the better.

Such are the very strange, mysterious, and humbling ways of love.

But he struggled; he didn't fall neatly into her narrative. Usually women accommodated his schedule, in exchange for the lavish lifestyle and social status.

When they began dating, Kate stated very clearly that she was making time for him, something she rarely did. This made sense after her extracurricular activities were revealed; at the time, it made him puff up in self-righteous self-importance. Which only made her look at him, supremely unimpressed.

The thing is-- it is very easy to seduce someone by offering them a lifestyle of wealth. Wealth is glamour, glamour is very pretty, and the poor console themselves by saying they have principles; given the choice, they would give up those principles in a heartbeat to become a member of the one percent. Wealth justifies itself by performing charity; some of it is good; other 501(c)(3) entities become another tool to try to game the system.

Kate saw the system the wealth was built on. That was her principle. That was her fight.

So she did what many superheroes seem to do: she fell in love with one of the bad guys.

What does the bad guy do when he discovers she saved the life of his father?

He lost his shit, of course.

The story keeps getting ahead of itself:

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#bridgerton #kathony #fanfiction #random idea #White Collar Wonder Woman

[sitp-recs]

Draco-centric fics or at least pieces where he's empowered and in control? And... not like a whump fic or something 😅 swear these things hide in some stories like jumpscares.

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OR, do you have scrumptiously delicious AUs to rec? I'd be so positively grateful!

Hello anon! This took a minute but here are a few recs for you. Enjoy!

Empowered Draco:

The Slytherin Urn by @icmezzo (E, 4.5k)

Nothing turns Harry on quite like redemption.

check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 8k)

Harry's had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by @tessacrowley (E, 9.6k)

Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he's wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can't.

Countdown by dysonrules (2013, M, 15k)

When the Wizarding world is plagued by random outbreaks of Dark Magic, the Ministry assigns Curse-Breakers to assist Auror teams on their missions.

Heal Thyself by astolat (T, 47k)

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”

Against All Odds by momatu (E, 53k)

Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present.

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 (E, 91k)

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

Never Grow a Wishbone by ShanaStoryteller (T, 123k)

Draco returns to Hogwarts. He has a duty to his blood and his name and his house, and he will fulfill it.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by @firethesound (E, 150k)

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

AUs:

Mad Blood Stirring by provocative_envy (E, 3k)

It's not like they've been angrily hooking up on the sly since meeting at a Juniors skills camp in fucking Manitoba four years ago, except that's exactly what they've been doing.

Big Hands by @fw00shy (E, 4.5k)

Draco Malfoy is a pianist who's just moved to Paris. Harry Potter, his new roommate, has the biggest hands he's ever seen. Draco is immediately obsessed.

Settle in in my slow-burning heart, orphaned (NR, 10k)

Five years after the war Draco is working a tech developer job in the Auror Office, and it's all great except this one thing: Harry Potter works there, too.

And Save Me From Bloody Men by @blamebrampton (T, 10k)

Draco Malfoy once watched others fighting to stop the world falling apart. This time, he's not just watching.

The Pirc Defence by @sleepstxtic-drarry (E, 10k)

They were rivals, and they were lovers, and they were the greatest chess players of their generation. Exactly in that order.

The Virtues of Hygiene and the Binary of Labour by @piarelei (E, 15k)

Draco does what he always does every autumn; packs his bag and follows a path back home. This time, Potter just happens to travel the same roads.

Give Me a Quiet Mind by @wellhalesbells (T, 16k)

Draco is Weasley’s assistant. Except for the week he’s not. Whose brilliant idea was that again?

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night by Femme (M, 21k)

Draco owns a café in the city. Harry's a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.

Burn the Curtains and the Wine by @nerdherderette (E, 24k)

There are two versions of Harry Potter: the wizard who is the Ministry of Magic's most dangerous and successful assassin, and the husband who leads a staid life of domesticity with a reformed Death Eater.

The Boy Who Died by @magpiefngrl (E, 27k)

Harry dies in the forest. Sixteen years later, he comes back to life.

Seasons Change by JulietsEmoPhase (E, 30k)

Muggle AU. When Draco meets his family's new farm hand, he doesn't realise how much his life will change.

The Thrill of the Chase Moves in Mysterious Ways by @veelawings (E, 32k)

Draco solves crimes that don’t technically belong to him and Harry tries not to fall in love. Co-Starring: Hermione, High Heels, and Hiccups along the way.

Rush (For A Gap That Exists) by @sleepstxtic-drarry (M, 42k)

A story of love and loss that grew amidst the most infamous rivalry in Formula One history: the story of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.

I could be wrong, I could be ready by harryromper (M, 57k)

Harry Potter left Britain after the war and didn’t look back. Ten years later, when Gringotts discovers a vault containing his parents’ belongings—including their badly spell-damaged wedding rings—he’s forced to face up to friends and family who’ve grown in ways he could never imagine, a wizarding London rebuilt beyond his expectations, and the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s the entirely unforeseen problem of Draco Malfoy.

In the Bleak Midwinter by @the-fools-errand (E, 105k)

After serving in the border wars for the ever-expanding dominion of Lord Voldemort, Draco and his cousins have returned to Hogsmeade to resurrect the old Black Family name in crime.

Synthetic Bonds by mypetelephant (M, 116k)

Harry has always been the golden boy of Malfoy Corporation, earning the respect of Lucius and the resentment of his high school rival, Draco. But Lucius has a business proposal that involves Harry becoming a Malfoy..by marrying Draco.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #empowered draco #AUs

[andizoidart]

You got me into your CCA au so ,,, any info on the au?

God, I have *so* much info, like you would not believe-

I’m going to start with simple details into a few of the characters, but a brief explanation into the AU is also deserved. Basically, this is partially a college AU mixed up with a bunch of realistic scenarios and lesser talked about subjects.

There are several characters that it will follow and all the subplots are weaved together like a textile rug, all interconnected and important to each other. We’ll start out with the “Bad” sans gang, and I’ll tell you a little bit about them!

Nightmare - Currently a Junior in college. Studying pre-law, getting his bachelor’s degree before heading off to law school. - Was adopted as an infant into a more than well-off family. Both his adoptive parents are in judicial practices, as is his adoptive grandfather. He bears a heavy expectation on his shoulders. - He often is forced into taking trips away from campus, signed off for by his adoptive father, who is also a lawyer, teaching him how to work cases.

Killer - Currently a college freshman. Didn’t really want to go to college, and has an undeclared major. Is super socially adept and driven to find the “party scene” lifestyle. - Came to the school on a deferred sports scholarship. - Cross was the one who first introduced him to Nightmare and the others.

Dust - Currently a Junior. Didn’t interact with Nightmare at all until their Sophomore year. Horror was actually the one to introduce the two. - Currently studying to be a literature major, spending most of his time reading. He and Nightmare got along well through that, swapping book recommendations. - Roommates for the whole of the three years with Sci. Sci and Farm introduced Horror and Dust to each other.

Horror - College senior. Always assumed to be a jock due to his size, but is actually double majoring in agriculture and bioengineering. - Met Nightmare during his Sophomore year. The younger began tutoring him in math, as he has suspected Dyscalculia. - Roommates with Farm. The two met in an agriculture program and decided to room together Junior year.

Cross - Sophomore. Here on a sports scholarship that he doesn’t want. Was always pushed to be “well rounded”. Currently taking an interest in law enforcement, but considering nursing as well. - He and Nightmare had a chance first encounter, when he was a Freshman. Nightmare has a ritual of taking walks in the evening, spotted Cross practicing alone, and struck up a conversation across a chainlink fence. This ritual continues to this day. - The real voice of reason in the group when Nightmare is away, but also very much trying to let the others make good decisions for themselves and then trying to fix it for them.

Error - Currently a Junior. Nightmare’s roommate Freshman year. The two mutually agreed to stay out of each other’s way and bonded over their reclusiveness. - Changed housing when Nightmare began living off campus, getting stuck in a three person unit with Fresh and Geno. - Currently, he and Fresh take turns delivering weekly schoolwork to Geno while he’s in and out of hospital.

If you have more questions, please ask! I’m so excited to answer them. <3

Nightmare created by @/jokublog Killer created by @/rahafwabas Dust created by @/ask-dusttale Horror created by @/sour-apple-studios Cross created by @/jakei95 Error created by @/loverofpiggies CCA!AU and its character versions created by myself

#andi answers #CCA!AU #nightmare #nightmare sans #killer #killer sans #dust #dust sans #murder #murder sans #horror #horror sans #cross #cross sans #passive nightmare #passive nightmare sans #error #error sans #CCA!Nightmare #CCA!Killer #CCA!Dust #CCA!Horror #CCA!Cross #CCA!Error

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Honey on Your Tongue

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40989264

by aurevell

The pills seem to shimmer in Stiles’s palm. He frowns at them, thumbing over their honey-gold coatings, each decorated with tiny eyes and a sly smile.

There’s a compulsion charm in there somewhere. Stiles has never so badly wanted to take a drug he himself has pulled off the street, to stick it on his tongue to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks.

Hot on the trail of the mind behind Beacon Hills’ latest magical drug, Junior Enforcer Stiles Stilinski stumbles upon the culprit - and gets more than he bargained for.

Words: 3061, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 12 of AU-gust 2022

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Police Officer Stiles Stilinski, Magic, Lydia has a cameo, POV Stiles Stilinski, Ambiguous/Open Ending, AU-gust | August Writing Challenge, maybe not evil but certainly sinister!Peter Hale

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/40989264

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

[aurevell]

Honey on Your Tongue

Steter | 3.2k | T AU-gust Prompt 12: Candyman

The pills seem to shimmer in Stiles’s palm. He frowns at them, thumbing over their honey-gold coatings, each decorated with tiny eyes and a sly smile. There’s a compulsion charm in there somewhere. Stiles has never so badly wanted to take a drug he himself has pulled off the street, to stick it on his tongue to see if it tastes as sweet as it looks.

Hot on the trail of the mind behind Beacon Hills’ latest magical drug, Junior Enforcer Stiles Stilinski stumbles upon the culprit - and gets more than he bargained for.

Read on AO3

#steter #steter fic #au-gust 2022 #let me be the first to ask #what even is this #mine

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

❝ ❤ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 🔪 ❞

Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc

⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎

⇸ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc

⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.

⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞

Next chapter  ➽ 

↳ Rose's Thorns ↲

Silverkeep Junior High are where his memories lay to waste. As a small fragile child from a broken home to which the warm-hearted granted amnesty, others enacted cruelties and prejudice. Despite that, she saw him as himself. With her hand outstretched she befriended him taking in all his good, his bad, and his ugly truths. His greatest light in his darkest of the dark.

Hardly a day goes by he doesn't revel in how she came to him. How she mended him, gave him a breath of life he felt he wasn't deserving of. Yet he'd done injustice to her by letting his fogged judgment aid his desperation for normalcy. His lackluster attempts at acceptance were his consequence, why he left without a goodbye. Why he watched from a distance as she crumbled to the ground of her front porch, his letter of apology, an engraved ring, and a stuffed teddy bear in her arms.

Her words rattled in his head like dice.

"You don't have to be scared anymore."

Stranger splashed water on his face, his dark uncombed hair held back with a hair tie. His rings resting on the porcelain sink while he rinses his bloody hands and prosthetic eye. Another consequence he suffered. Exiting the steamy bathroom, he sends a good morning text to Babydoll. Knowing her she's probably fast asleep.

His crime board is littered with haphazard notes and red strings crisscrossing over printed photos, articles, and newspaper clippings. Earl grey swirls in his mug as he turns on the news. Reports about forty previous kills were circulating warning residents in neighboring towns to be on watch as mandatory curfews are indefinite.

He swallowed his tea in frustration. In his mirror he stood shirtless, his black sweatpants hung at his hips and v-line. The band of his briefs read Calvin Klein. Damning as it may, his inner personal recollections forced out the beast he's become. Markings from the scolding water prove it without a doubt, Lord knows his mother would've been devastated to see him chart this path. God rest her soul.

Fossicking through his dresser he finds a shirt, a loud clink hits the floorboards below. It was a ring threatening to roll elsewhere. He quickly stomps it, kneeling to retrieve the stainless steel band. Her birth date along with the word forevermore engraved in Gothic Calligraphy.

His notification chimes as he sees Baby Doll's reply. Her choice of words earned him a placid smile slightly showing his teeth.

The stranger slips it on his right ring finger laying a kiss against it.

"In due time..."

Winding roads turned to dirt as Stranger curved beaten paths so as not to arouse suspicion from local law enforcement.

What he was doing was crazy. He knew it was a trap, he knew this was exactly what that psycho wanted but if it ment getting one step closer to saving Babydoll then he was willing to take that chance.

Stranger's jet-black Yamaha motorcycle screeches to a halt. He pops the kickstand, swinging his leg over while removing his helmet. Decrepit suburban homes hauntingly surround him, their once lively paint jobs now faded with time. The address sending chills down his spine as he stood on the brown patches of what was grass and fallen autumn leaves. 214 Hawthorne Boulevard.

He enters through the cobweb covered back window, the front door conveniently boarded up from inside. Peeling egg shell white paint resembled crepey skin of the elderly. Smashing it open with a backyard stone he vaults inside.

Stranger stalked around the hollowed interior of the first floor. To his left the living room stood motionless. Plastic covered furniture sank into the dusty floorboards. He swivels his head facing the bathroom.

Shining his light, mold sprouting on the tub walls and behind the toilet. 'up to your right' spell out on the mirror in grime.

Stranger's nerves rattled as he kept on. Towards the staircase each cautious step he took creaked underneath his weight. One step gave out, him seizing hold of the banister at that very moment.

Regaining balance he pulls his foot from the hole giving a look like thunder.

He swept the rooms, any and all lacking the life that once resided. That life an eerie ghost of who he once was.

His blood boiled getting closer until his combat boot made a small splash in a trail of crimson liquid.

It pooled, leading to a room off to the right.

Stranger's heart sank deeply, gripping the handle of his knife tightly when his posture stiffens. The door opens wide, his head stuttered like TV static. Inside there layed a dress familiar of 8th-grade prom dripping blood on the twin mattress. Candles lit aflame just at the moment he locked eyes with stuffed animals mutilated about alongside a cassette tape marked 'Track one'.

Blood-splattered white roses sat on a chair next to another note. He picked it up as his phone rang.

"I see you take a liking to my handy work. Who would've known kitten had such beautiful taste."

"You've got some nerve..." Stranger growled. "Whatever you're planning I won't stop till you're dead."

They smirks as they spoke. "I know. That's why I'm giving you clues on how to do that. And to save kitten of course."

Stranger picks up the bouquet and sees a note tucked away in the roses.

Perhaps another riddle.

"See that tape I left behind for you? It's your clue but I doubt you have a cassette player huh? I wonder who does."

"And the riddle? I didn't come all this way for nothing." Stranger jumps down their throat shoving the tape and note in his hoodie pocket. "Why lead me here then?"

They pause. "Look around. This was your childhood home wasn't it? Or it was hers at least. Have you forgotten?"

He froze, clasping his hand over his head. It goes without saying he knew. He knew he'd step into an empty shell of what once was his happy place. He'd stare at the glow in the dark spangled ceiling of her room, dance in the kitchen to her mother's old vinyls, even sitting on the porch with her during sunsets. Stranger huffed. What does it matter?

"I take it you haven't." Their tongue coated in mischief. "Use these clues to wash the blood off your hands, Cherry. Red isn't your color."

The call ends, Stranger dropping his hands to his sides. Taking the dress he flipped it over to see what's on the other side. A Printed flyer for a Halloween party.

'Babydoll's school' he thought to himself.

The flimsy paper was shoved in his pocket as he walked downstairs, avoiding the hole he left on the way up. Out the back door he walked to his motorcycle, frustration boiling with him.

A loud ping sounded from his phone. He sighs putting it in the phone mount swiping to answer.

"Babydoll this isn't a great time I-"

"Stranger please...come over. We need to talk." She stammered.

Revving the engine he pulls off. "I'm on my way."

Stranger cuts the headlights of his motorcycle parking it out of sight. Jogging towards Babydoll's house, the soles of his boots make brisk contact with the tree trunk pulling him upward.

Midnight on the dot he sat atop her roof tapping her skylight. Without street lamps, their little corner of Cali would be pitch black. The creaking of the glass catches his ear. Upon its opening Babydoll rubs her tired eyes, her lips in a cushioned pout. Her cheeks are glossy as she looks up.

"May I come in lovey?" Stranger's heart wretched, his hood obscuring his face waiting for her invitation.

Babydoll sniffles, bowing her head and stepping back clutching her midsection.

Her current state and his guilt squeezed his throat, choking him. He almost wanted to cry himself.

Swinging his legs over the windowsill drops in and removes his combat boots. Towering over her even still without the extra height Stranger placed his leather trench coat on the back of her desk chair tucking his hunter's knife away. LED lights line the ceiling on the lowest setting basking the room in muted blue. He drags along Babydoll's bedside trashcan as he sat upon her bed. More than enough snotty tissues crumpled inside it.

Her mattress dipped as Stranger handed her tissues from his back pocket. Babydoll lays down shifting so her head rests at the foot of the bed facing Stranger's lap. Feebly wiping her face her hair tucked away in a silken scarf and wearing an oversized hooded flannel.

Hesitant she whimpers. "I'm sorry you have to be here."

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." Stranger bites his tongue. "Stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong."

Stranger's hands are folded in his lap, and leaning forward, his knee bounces a bit. This was the pain he hated seeing her in. The pain that kept him on guard, vigilant.

"If you're too afraid to sleep I'll stand guard. I know that's why you wanted me here."

"I'm fine Stranger you don't have to." Babydoll objects sitting up.

"Keep telling yourself that. You don't have to be strong for me or anyone. You're hurting...just let me do this. Just let me stay."

Babydoll rolls her eyes blinking away more tears. He was outright stubborn, and wouldn't budge much like a ghost she knew in passing. She nods pointing him to her mini-fridge.

"Could you get me a bottle of water?"

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