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[noyzinerd]

Sterek Rival Lawyers AU

It's A (Court) Date

Imagine, high-class, Ivy League, hot-shot, attorney Derek comes back from New York to the family firm to take over as partners with his sister after his parents decide to step down. He may not be on the level of his mother yet, but he's cut his teeth against Wall Street wolves and ruthless white-collar sharks. Derek's more than proved himself, so he just can't fathom these small criminal court cases his family is making him take "before he's truly ready" to be a part of the family business.

Enter in his first case. Right out the gate, the state assigned defense is, not only late to court, but also arrives in a flurry of limbs and papers, tripping all over himself, and profusely apologizing to the room as a whole. "Sorry! Sorry! Car trouble!"

The guy is out of breath, tie crooked and hair a mess. It makes Derek wrinkle his nose at the unprofessionalism and the blatant disrespect to everyone's valuable time.

The presiding judge, the Honorable Ms. Lydia Martin, only sighs a heavy sigh, as if this sight is nothing new, and says "Mr. Stilinski, I suggest you don't let it happen again."

Derek is honestly getting annoyed by how easy this is going to be. He could've been doing literally anything else right about now rather than being here going against a common rent-a-lawyer with some Podunk community-college degree. The opening statement for the defense is laughably inept. Full of nervous stuttering, backtracking, running tangents, and babbling. He's still apologizing, trying to assure the jury that he's just having an off-day today.

It's embarrassing to watch.

Nonetheless, Derek goes through the motions, practiced and poised. Examines all the evidence, presenting times and dates, prior arrest records, the works.

During this time, Mr. Stilinski is frantically (and VERY LOUDLY) flitting through a cartoonishly large stack of papers and whispering to his client. Derek has to fight to grit his teeth through his presentation.

Finally, it's time for Mr. Stilinski to cross-examine Derek's client and, unbeknownst to him, the beginning of Derek's long, long spiral of madness for the rest of his career.

"Judge Martin, I would like to move to have this case thrown out."

"Oh?" asks Judge Martin. For some reason, there's an amused smirk, almost fond, tugging at her lips "On what grounds?"

A giddy, almost manic, grin takes over the defense attorney's face just then. "On the grounds that the prosecution's client is full of bullshit."

The judge rolls her eyes and an exasperated "Stiles," slips from her lips, seemingly against her will. (Derek's not really surprised by the familiarity between the two of them. With how often state-assigned lawyers are called to the courtroom on small cases, it wouldn't be too big of a leap to suggest they might be chummy.)

"Respectfully, of course." Mr. Stilinski--er Stiles?--winks back at her.

"Objection. Your honor, this is ridiculous."

"Overruled. Make your point, Stilinski."

"Mr. Davis says he saw my client at 12:30 P.M., on August 4th, attempting to take his back-right hubcap outside his apartment. Mr. Davis' apartment complex at that time, on that particular day, would have cast a huge shadow over the back lot as evidenced by the gaudy sundial-art-installation outside the courthouse. Meanwhile, my client's picture, when taken in for questioning, has a sunburn on the entire right side of his face. This would corroborate Mr. Lyle's story of walking home alone, down the upper, unshaded side of Elmore Street, during one of the hottest days of the year, for an hour straight. Also, the fact that Mr. Davis has no realistic idea how long it would actually take a person to steal a hubcap should be evidence enough."

"Uh-huh. And this wouldn't happen to be something you've ever had any expertise in, would it, counsel?"

"I plead the 5th."

And just like that, Derek's case is thrown out so quick, he's still reeling about it all the way home.

For the next two years, this becomes Derek's life. This man, this Stiles Stilinski, keeps showing up like a whirlwind and absolutely puts him in his paces.

Stiles, as he insists Derek call him, is a powerhouse. Relentless and unstoppable. That mouth can filibuster for literal hours (which, for those unfamiliar, is when someone legally cannot be forced to give up their time on the floor as long as they can keep talking), that brain quick as a whip, with a hunger for research, a mastery of the English language svelte enough to trip up even the most well-rehearsed lie, and an attention to detail like nothing Derek has ever witnessed before. It's like he knows every law inside and out. Lives it. Breathes it. It's like he had been raised on the law his whole life. Not only that, it's like Stiles enjoys it. Every case is a new game to get excited about.

All of it makes Derek's blood boil.

However, it's not always about losing to Stiles all the time, because, honestly, that might be less humiliating.

In truth, when faced against Stiles, Derek's bound to win about 60% of the time. Out of that 60%, only 5% of those wins actually feel earned. As for the other 55%?

He knows Stiles is letting him win.

Derek can't prove it, but he knows the asshole is holding back on purpose nearly half the time. Knowing that Stiles could have beaten him if he wanted to, but didn't, is somehow more frustrating than just losing.

He hates Stiles.

He hates that the guy is so chipper and playful all the damn time. He hates that Stiles could probably work at any firm he wanted, could make enough money to get a decent car that doesn't shit out all the time, could buy a proper-fitting suit, but instead CHOOSES to stay here "watching out for the little guy", as he so put it.

He hates that facing Stiles in court is the most challenged, the most motivated he's ever felt in his entire life. He hates that Stiles brings out in him the spark of passion and drive Derek had long thought had died. He hates that Stiles always tries to banter with him during recess or whenever they have to exchange evidence.

He hates finding out that Stiles only loses cases on purpose when his endless amounts of research points to the defendant actually being guilty of horrendous crimes, because Stiles is a good fucking person.

He hates Stiles' constant teasing and he hates that Stiles is somehow able to bring Derek down to his childish level to tease back. He hates how much he looks forward to court-dates with Stiles now. He hates being invited out by Stiles over and over to grab a bite together after a long day, as if Stiles hasn't been wiping the floor with him on this case for the last month. He hates it even more that he always accepts and that now they have their own designated booth at the diner across the street. Derek's so unbelievably frustrated, it makes him want to bite Stiles at the neck just to hear that smartass mouth squeal.

"Hey, I ever tell you I was thinking of quitting before you arrived?" Stiles asks one night as they're walking to their cars.

Derek's head immediately snaps to him at that. "What?"

Stiles smiles distantly at the thought. "Oh, yeah. Things had started feeling like being trapped in a cubicle, y'know? There wasn't any challenge in it anymore."

"What made you stay?"

"Well...you did. You were the first, serious competition I'd faced in a while. It wasn't a matter of winning just to win, anymore. Going against you always reminded me of the reason why it was important for me to win. It gave me stakes, because now there was an actual chance I could lose and an innocent person could go to jail. You, I don't know, kinda reignited my passion for fighting the good fight, I guess."

Derek can feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He wants to say 'You did the same for me!' He wants to tell Stiles that he didn't think his life could ever be this fun or happy or messy or chaotic or exhilarating or challenging or fulfilling before coming to Beacon Hills.

But just as Derek goes to open his mouth to sing Stiles' praises, he instead finds himself roughly shoving him up against the Camaro and biting hungrily at that mouth and tongue that's been the bane of his existence. There's a surprised little squeak that Derek quickly swallows up, but it isn't long before they're both tearing at each others' clothes and fucking each other dirty in the backseat of Derek's car.

What's crazy is, after they get together, nothing in their careers really changes. The only difference is now they get to fuck each others' brains out after an intense battle in court (and the sound Stiles makes when Derek bites him is exactly what he always imagined it would sound like). They still face against each other on opposite sides in court. They still give it everything they got, no conceding even if they are dating now. Not to mention, Derek wouldn't dream of tempting Stiles over to his firm. Not when he knows Stiles is at his best staying where he's at.

The day Derek's family finally decides it's time for him to take over the firm with Laura is the best day of his and Stiles' lives.

Not only does Derek tell them he's declining, he hires Stiles as his attorney to negotiate terms against his entire family of well-seasoned lawyers.

The entire month-long negotiation results in Derek, not saying a single word, but absolutely beaming as he watches his boyfriend run circles around his mother, his father, his uncle, and both of his sisters on contracts. It's so unbelievably hot, they're banging on whatever flat surface they can get their hands on every time they leave the boardroom. There's even one very memorable blowjob in the empty hall outside the boardroom when Stiles somehow manages to get Peter to agree to a (most likely illegal) clause dictating the firm will pay Stiles a finder's fee for any pro-bono case Stiles takes on outside of Beacon Hills that strikes his fancy.

And, no one says it, but they all know Derek definitely, 100%, dragged his own firm through this negotiation just to show off how incredible Stiles is to his family and preen about it.

--

Fast-forward, Derek is going to be in the audience for the first time for one of Stiles' cases.

While waiting in the hall, Derek sees a familiar face from his New York days. The prosecution has hired the eighth best lawyer money can get, Jackson Whittemore. He's sporting a Rolex, sunglasses indoors, and the face of someone who thinks he's above literally every other person in town.

Well, at least until he sees Derek.

For some reason, Jackson seems to think Derek is all the way out in the middle of nowhere to 'watch a master at work' (which...well...is technically true...).

As Derek goes to sit in the audience, Jackson tells him in passing, "This'll be over so fast, probably won't even get a chance to learn the other guy's name."

Derek chuckles and says back, "Ooh, buddy, you have no idea."

Before Jackson can think more on that, a whirlwind of limbs and papers suddenly hurls through the doors.

Derek sits back, gets comfy, and waits eagerly for the show to begin.

My first moodboard. Hope you enjoy. AU based on a discussion with @casually-eat-my-soul (I suggest checking out their version). This was kind of like a divergence from that (the brain juices just started flowing).

[godbirdart]

if there's one [1] thing i will be forever grateful for in the internet era it's the vast variety and availability of pose / anatomy references supplied by photographers and models

i can go online and find PERFECT references for how fat folds crease the skin or how muscles wrap around the body and as someone who habitually draws most of his OCs ~modestly lean~ and wants to hone his skill in other body types, it is literally a godsend to have those refs so readily available

seriously, thank you all models and photographers for providing me the resources i need to expand my art skills i owe u my life

[askaceattorney]

Dear Anonymous,

No, let me explain why.

Prosecutors are lawyers like defense attorneys, retail lawyers and fraud lawyers. However, while every other lawyer has their own individual clients they represent, Prosecutors represent the public, the people. They're not paid by clients or hired for the individual. They're paid by the government to represent the people they're to protect from criminals much like how Police Detectives are for the people compared to Private Detectives.

So, us Prosecutors have our own branch in government and every government branch has their own leader. The Chief Prosecutor is in charge of the local prosecutors of the district and represent the city of Los Angeles just as the Attorney General represents the entire country. Attorney Generals are Prosecutors for the Supreme Courts. This adds to the peddles on the flowers of our badges.

I hope this explains it.

- Miles Edgeworth

[sassysnowperson]

For anyone wondering what it's like to be a therapist who is also a Fan of Things, one of my clients shared that labyrinth walking was a meditative practice for her and I DID have to work very hard not to say, "Oh yes, like my good buddy Thara Celehar from Witness for the Dead, it really did help him!"

I pulled it together and said something professional but whew, close one!

[masgwi]

Things have been working out lately. I hope it keeps going this way.

[feeshies]

I’m half awake, trying to get through my professional responsibility assigned readings, just going through the motions as my brain tries to start working

Then this chapter header hit me like a train

[i-am-simply-here]

I was showing my boss the ad options for the week so I could submit one to the paper and he points to the picture and is like "why is she sitting? It looks like she's disabled. Is she sitting? I don't like this picture why is it like that"

and I was abt to argue abt what the picture was showing (a group of people gathered with drinks??) And then his words hit me. And my disabled ass went 🤨🤨 disabled? What do you mean by that? 🤨🤨🤨 BC WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT???????

[carriesthewind]

Re: my last reblog.

My general opinion on the quality of celebrity defense attorneys* is that 1) it's a lot easier to get a good outcome for your client when they have infinite money they (and therefore you) can spend on their case and 2) they are, because of their position and wealth, already less likely to be investigated, less likely to be charged, less likely convicted, and given a lighter sentence if convicted - regardless of anything you do.

*defense attorneys who work to make themselves celebrities in their own right, not necessarily attorneys who defend celebrities.

[amelil-lita]

2 hours of sleep later and I'm back >:)

[thealogie]

Hey, I sent an ask but Tumblr was being weird and I don't think it got through, so repeating. Basically, would UK actors of the DT and MS stature have any PR people - agency, team, an intern, anything? I feel like US actors of their stature definitely would, but I'm not sure about good ol' UK. The recent conspiracy discourse made me wonder. Like, would anyone professionally read that shit (or any shit) and tell them 'You better do this or that, you shouldn't do this, you should start emphasizing that' etc.

No problem! To be clear, I was answering the question more generally in your ask, but while they might have publicists, a publicist is not going to read tweets and give them advice on how they interact with their friends online. A publicist would be like “you should do this red carpet event” or “you should do this TV appearance” and they’d only comment on social media stuff if it’s so so big it starts trending and/or makes it to mainstream news.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok being forced to read law books in his free time like what the fuck am I doing

[potionwine]

Hate that I have to brace myself whenever I want to venture into the tag. Logically I know that a wall of silence + just blocking is absolutely the only correct response, because the fact that they've explicitly put their hate into the ship tag is all the reason not to feed the trolls, and I do do that,

It's just. So frequent and sustained.

I see one, I block one, yet I feel like I've been blocking at least one hostile intruder into the tag every week at a minimum? Rinse and repeat since late 2023.

And these remarks always manage to hit a bizarre note of sanctimonious insult that exposes a hilariously deep insecurity that other people dare to prefer something else.

I'm so. Tired. Even though I never respond and block them immediately, I've still been forced to see it, and I'm sick of putting up with this when simply trying to seek out a thing that brings me joy.

Saw a comment today about private QRTs on their hatepost and they were like oooo they're biiig mad in private—I don't know how to tell you this but it's your own people QRTing it in agreement. Those private QRTs are your supporters. The people on this side block and ignore, block and ignore, nobody would follow you and give you further attention, and nobody is discussing you in big mad mode because it's literally banned in our server, it's so taboo people don't even acknowledge the existence of the consistent hate directed our way or the single invariable shared characteristic of the haters, it's so prohibited to refer to it that we have to feel sad by ourselves instead of relying on fellow fans.

[koalas-koalas-everywhere]

Having done some basic research about law in New York for a fic, watching a character in Suits try to make disbarment part of a deal is so funny, like. THAT'S NOT UP TO YOU. IT'S NOT UP TO THEM. IT'S NOT UP TO ANYONE BUT THE NEW YORK STATE BAR ASSOCIATION AND/OR THE APPELLATE DIVISION OF STATE SUPREME COURT.

Like. I don't know what's funnier. That after PH settles with Tanner to avoid disbarment for Harvey, he still receives a citation and they're all like "but we made a deal with Tanner that he wouldn't be disbarred!" and someone who volunteered for this but DID NOT volunteer for this goes "... good for you...? Anyway, see you in court".

OR. At one point he does take the deal, so he shows up at the department all mopey, like, "I'm here to get disbarred, as part of a settlement agreement :'(" and the receptionist or whoever is thinking "someone got ripped off and I'm not sure who".

[masgwi]

Apparently a client told the legal assistant that they wanted me to represent them because I was "highly recommended " doesn't really help me like my job any better but that's nice to hear.

[thormanick]

Childe is, indeed, guilty: a crack theory

pls stay with me, this is going to be a ride probably

The speculation below is built on the assumption that Oratrice gave the right verdict

We know that Childe fell into Abyss in his childhood. He spent there the equivalent of three days by Teyvat's time, and afterwards could never find the place, where he fell into the Abyss, or his master, Skirk, regardless of where he was looking.

We also know that, when in the Abyss, Childe saw a dream about an endless seabed and an enormous whale, the one he modelled his attack after.

We also know that, when asked why she decided to train him, Skirk's answer was that he awakened "it", and that the traces of "it" remained on Childe.

I thus propose my theory: Childe was the one to awaken the Primordial Ocean, thus rendering it as a threat for Fontaine.

But, how could he do that? The timelines do not add up! And this is where I propose to you another cracked theory:

What if, when in a "dream", when in the Abyss, Childe actually travelled through time? We already know that the timelines in the Abyss and in the Teyvat do not add up. Who says that, when transported from one place to another, one cannot be placed in a different spot in time?

I also think this might be the reason for why Childe cannot find the place where he got into the Abyss or his master currently: the time, quite literally, is not right. Instead of looking for "where", I think he instead should be thinking of "when".

Thus, if he was truly transported in Time while being in the Abyss, and if his dream is, instead of a dream, a reality, and if the unusual whale and the seabed are the manifestations of the Primordial Ocean, I think it implies that Skirk in her words meant that he awakened the Primordial Ocean. If he did so, then he quite literally, albeit absolutely unintentionally, provided Marcel with the method that the latter used to kill his victims with.

I suppose that makes him an accomplice and, therefore, guilty in the eyes of the Oratrice.