#scandal au

[ilariyalavorowrites]

Time enough for love

imagine: A mission to ensure Kate and Anthony find each other during the social season of 1814. Time travelling into the past to ensure that crucial moments occur. However, you find yourself falling in love with the pair. It breaks your heart when it comes to leaving and returning to the future.

Warnings: Angst with an eventual happy ending, AU, Bisexual Kate, Scandal, such a scandal

Pairings: Kate Sharma x Reader x Anthony Bridgerton

Word count: 2,831 words

Universe: Bridgerton

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Tagged: @agathaharknessfan96 @homie0sapien @a-lil-bit-nuts

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1814 

Night of the Featherington Ball

It was over; the mission had been a roaring success, then why did you feel so damn hollow? You had completed every objective down to the letter and tackled each obstacle as it arose. Yet, you couldn’t shake this heaviness pressing down, refusing to budge. It was as if a lead tonne weight lingering here, chained tightly around your ribcage. A continual reminder of what had been. What could never be.

You shouldn’t be feeling like this; this should have been nothing short of a cut-and-dry race to the finish, straight from A to B, right? 

This was where you meant to jump off, go home, and simply pack away any forbidden thoughts of them. You would report in one last time with your head held high and simply walk away. Never once looking back over your shoulder, in hopes that…

No, you could not think like that. It would not do. You needed to move forward, wading through the muddle of emotions that flooded your senses. You could not let them consume you, regardless of how easy that might seem at this moment in time. How effortless it might be to simply let the rush of a wondrous collection of memories wash over you, allowing the warmth and joy back in. Living in all that had been but no, that could not be.

It was never meant to be your life, they were never yours to begin with. The unexpected result of your actions was just that, a blip in time. A second that would rapidly disappear as soon as the clock hand inched forward. Time moved on without hesitation, and so must you. You had done your job, it was time to leave and return to your own time, to that one cold and barely furnished bedroom flat that you called home.

This might have been the first occasion that you had been called up to lead an operation on the ground. For you had to be part of more missions and operations than you could count but they were nothing like this. 

For this was what you had trained for, the last ten years could and would not be wasted due to the simple fact that you couldn’t put those troublesome feelings to bed. You cursed silently as you began to pace back and forth. 

For you had been able to separate yourself before, view them as objectives to be completed.  It had been a job just like all the others. Nothing was different. Ensuring that fate's designs were painted into being, letting the breath of existence breeze through as the bright colours danced for all to see. It has been illuminating to witness the weaving of the threads upon the loom as it tightened and pulled this way and that until the artistry was revealed for all to see. 

You knew what was likely to occur when you returned to the base. Your superiors would see what was plainly displayed on your face. Labelling you as emotionally compromised and needing to be fixed before redeployment could be an option. A visit to the Doctor. He who haunts and darkens the basement corridors where few would dare to tread.  

His particular set of skills did indeed have their uses but the price was one, so steep that most would reluctantly follow through. Usually only with a gun pressed firmly in one back if not done voluntarily. That high price was relatively simple, you would lose what you desperately clung to. Any memory of this operation would be scrubbed away. Leaving a void where they had once been. A memory wipe, for it would be as if you had been restored to your factory settings.

It would be as if you hadn’t been selected in the first place. The last ten years would melt away, and false memories would be slotted in to create a new narrative—one without this infraction of the highest order. As your internal clock was wound back, all that had been would fade out of existence.

The situation was fraught, you were torn between your professional drive and your own desires. You stood at a crossroads, terrified to turn left or right. Either path would bear a heavy cost. Neither would leave you without a lick of damage in one form or another. You had no choice really. You sighed, resigned to the fact that your fate would be sealed with a click of a singular button. If you dared to press it. 

Your finger hovered over the SEND icon. This was your point of no return, for there would be no going back once you had pressed it. The signal would be sent and the extraction would begin. The very notion of finding a place within their world was next to impossible. The relationship that you longed for was nothing short of scandalous. It would be ruinous for all involved but such desires were pure fantasy.

All you could do now was to burn the bridges that led straight back to Kate and Anthony. In that split second, as you ruminated on your choices and the consequences, weighing up all the little details and avenues. 

There was a path, straightforward and painless at your feet. The true pain would be along in the days that followed as you waited for the Doctor to come calling. As the weight came crashing down upon your shoulders, pushing you further into the depths of despair until you simply could not say no.

For how can a wound of the heart bleed, if it wasn’t there, to begin with?

"All in the name of King and Country…" -----------------------------------------------------------------------------St James’s House, On the outskirts of London 2037

This was it.

You could barely contain the excitement that buzzed through your veins as you marched down the corridor towards the hanger. Your commanding officer would be waiting for you, ready to commence the next stage of the operation. This day had been just over the horizon for more than a few years, as instructions and neverending etiquette lessons were drilled into you.

Your role was vital to the mission but you would not be alone in the field. The others had long since gone ahead to establish their cover within the Ton. Now it was your turn. Your hair was tightly fashioned into what was deemed fit to meet regulation standards. No hair would fall out of place whilst you remain within these halls.

The tiled floors beneath your boot-covered feet gleamed brightly, as the rays of the midday sun shone through a nearby window. The building housing the unit had long since been converted from its original purpose. Most onlookers would have no idea what occurred behind these ornately carved stone walls.

This spacious building had once been a stately home up until the moment that the family who owned it fell into a state of financial ruin. The Department wasted no time in purchasing the land and all the buildings that were a part of the estate. Lining the edge of the expansive ground with razor wire-topped fencing to keep the curious out. Guards and officers posted at the perimeter to enforce the message that this was a military base of operation with a tight security detail.

The illustrious parties that these grand halls once hosted were often the subject of chatter amongst the ranks. One of the ballrooms had been converted into the mess, where more than a few found themselves whisked off into romantic daydreams. Imagining the musicians striking up a melody as men and women paired to dance the night away.

“Captain!” A voice called, pulling you out of your contemplation. There standing a few metres ahead was the source of the voice. Seeing the young private in his regulation uniform brought a soft smile to your lips. This young recruit nervously returned the gesture as you quickened your pace.

“Good afternoon Private” You greeted them, your tone even but tinges of warmth leaking through, trying to calm their nerves. You didn’t bite, well unless you were asked to.

“I was sent to escort you down by General Harkerl” You nodded, confirming and relaying your confirmation of the information. 

“Then lead on Private '' You swiftly responded, as the young recruit turned on their heel and walked away. You followed after them through the hallway, climbing down the metal staircase at the other end which descended into the hanger. You walked in silence as the wide open space was revealed to you. Heavy-duty wires and cable ran the length of the Hangar with various and differing pieces of scientific equipment lining the walls.

The General in all her glory, stiffly stood in the middle of the structure. The stripes that she fought hard for, were proudly displayed for all to see and aspire to. If she could achieve that rank, anyone could. She had always been one of the role models that you held in esteem as you fought to show that you deserved to be here, to be counted amongst the heroes and veterans who have paved the way for you and all who followed.

As you stepped off the stairs and onto the marble floor below, the Private halted before bowing to the General and then making a hasty exit. They had done their job to the letter, a quick escort and delivery mission for one as green and new as them. You could painstakingly remember being given such tasks way back when you had started out.

You had started from the bottom, grunts at the beck and call of your superiors, even small jobs held valuable experience. This recruit would learn this in time. Your gaze turned to fall upon the stern and weathered face of the superior officer and commanding force who had recruited each individual member of the team. 

“Ready to begin, are we Captain?” General Harker, with a cool but professional tone, addressed you. “You understand the parameters of this operation and the consequences should you fail”

A shiver of fear shot through you, as you considered the chance that you might fail. No, you could not dare to believe that failure was even an option. “Yes, Ma’am” You answered, knowing that her gaze was upon you, reading even the slightest expression that might arise. Yet, you remain hidden beneath your well-practised mask, a calm, steady but neutral expression that held even if underneath it all truly you were an utter bundle of nerves.

She curtly nodded, a small smile broke through but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared before turning her attention to the small control booth off to one side signalling them to begin.

“Good Luck Captain, Safe Travels” 

The Department had long since perfected the Art of Time Travel for Operations such as the one, that you were about to embark on. The organisation had been built from the ground up by a few remarkable individuals who had believed that it was possible to travel through time, and who had fought tooth and nail after each failed experiment. Until that one miraculous day when all the pieces fell into place.

You were aware of the existence of the founders but never had been deemed worthy enough to stand in their presence. They were a mixture of creatives, scientists and military men who were the best and brightest in their chosen fields and had long since retired and handed over the keys to the kingdom. However, their influence was still felt to this day.

A crackle of a microphone being switched on alerted you that it was about to begin. The journey through time. You took a deep breath as an unfamiliar voice was projected around the room, echoing and bouncing off the walls.

“Close your eyes, Captain, and Good Luck” Your eyes slide shut, as the familiar sounds of a machine whirring as it surged into life to carry out its task of transporting you through time. How it exactly worked was a highly guarded secret. On a strictly need-to-know basis and you didn’t need to know.

General Adelaide Harker watched from within the booth as you disappeared. The petite, stocky battle-hardened woman was firmly in her fifties. Her body was littered with scars that could pen her story but now all she could do was patiently wait. How she hated no longer being fit for active duty, her body faded with age and numerous injuries that had forced her onto the sidelines.

She had been hand-picked herself by the founders after the last bout in the hospital many prior whilst she was recovering from a lengthy and complex surgery. This had been a new lease of life, a way to serve her Country from the shadows. This operation was one of the few that the Founders had meticulously planned from the very beginning. Nothing had been left to chance. They trusted her to carry their secrets and ensure success with each of the missions.

When she had initially read through the Manila portfolio that was Operation 1814. She had laughed, confused by the need to secure a matrimonial match within the aristocracy. She pushed for answers only once. Only to meet with a gentle almost grandfatherly smile from the most senior of the founders Sir Theodore before he briefly spoke.

His words had stunned her into silence. To this day, she had never truly understood the meaning behind his wise words but she trusted his and other founders’ guidance.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------March 20th 1814

Your stomach felt as if it had been tied up in knots, as the sensation of being pulled through time and space slowly faded away. It was a bizarre and almost impossible sensation to put into words as your physical body was transported from one moment in history to the next.

It never was plain sailing, no matter how many times you had been through it. The nausea would dissipate in a few hours but the headache would linger on. You’d have to push through. Each person who used the method concocted by the Department suffered differently. Some found themselves unable to walk as their legs trembled, reduced to a feeling of being made of jelly. Others collapsed from complete and utter exhaustion, feeling as if they had been drained of all but a drop of energy.

You opened your eyes to find yourself standing in the middle of a wheat field as dawn crept over the horizon. Reds, Yellows and Oranges bled together as if they were upon an artist’s palette being blended for the next brush stroke on the canvas. 

Fragile dew drops clinging to blades of grass which had grown in between each of the shafts of wheat. It was as if you had wandered into a dream or one of the many fine oil paintings hung on the walls of a museum. 

These few precious moments were always when you could simply stand and enjoy your last moment to breathe and enjoy the stillness of the world as the sun rose to greet the day. A warmth seeped through, caressing and embracing you, the golden rays of sunlight danced through the treeline off in the distance. What a most wonderful morning indeed.

Remembering what you read before heading off to the hangar, you knew that the lead scout would meet you upon the hour of your arrival. Still dressed in your most comfortable combat fatigues, it was time to make a move before you were discovered by another.

The sound of approaching hooves alerted you to the small fact that you were no longer alone in the middle of nowhere. Was this a stranger or the scout? Concern rose within you but hearing your name shouted was enough to settle your nerves.

As the figure drew closer astride a chestnut brown mare, you tried to make out the finer features of what seemed to be the face of a scowling man beneath the hooded cloak. His dark gaze and blonde locks were barely hidden by the fur lining of the hood. He was dressed mostly finely for an early morning ride through the countryside and could easily mistaken for one of dime a dozen gentlemen just riding through but you knew better.

This was Lieutenant Commander Edward Wren, formerly of His Royal Majesty's armed forces. You had only met a handful of times but he was known for his dry wit and relentless professionalism. He could cut you to shreds with only a few words or a single look. This was not something you could easily forget. “Come, we have a few miles to ride and no time to waste” 

Once he was finished speaking, he leaned forward in the saddle, offering a hand to help pull you to be seated either in front or behind him. You reached to take his hand, ready for whatever might lie in store. This would be thrilling, no matter whatever waited for you down in good old London Town.

[promptseverlark]

Redwood Scandal

By @mega-aulover

Author's Note:  This is based on the TV show Scandal, a political drama about a President that was in love with his crisis manager. This ficlet, however, takes place in the 1940s instead of the current date, the views on PTSD were much different then and it fits that Katniss would defend someone who was helpless and spiraling.

Special thanks to my beta and best friend @norbertsmom for taking time out of her busy schedule to help edit. 

Rated T

Katniss sat listening to the latest crises involving Ryan Mellark, President Mellark’s brother. She tapped her pencil on her notebook. She should have been concentrating, but her mind was on the man sitting just across from her. Her skin prickled and her heart rate increased when his intelligent blue eyes trained on her. 

Rye was out with a Hollywood starlet and crashed his car in the redwood forest. As a result, Peeta was meeting with three cabinet heads. Plutarch, the head of National Security was quietly listening and avoiding her gaze. Haymitch, the Secretary of State, and Effie, the Secretary of the Interior were bickering. 

"Mr. President," Haymitch groused from the other side of the table. "I'm afraid your brother's antics are..."

"Intolerable," Effie Trinket harumphed with her nose in the air. 

"Haymitch, what are you driving at?" Plutarch asked.

Haymitch took the newspapers and laid them on the table. Rye had become front-line news. The Post labeled him Wrecked-Mellark a play on getting drunk. "And that's a sample of what the Americans feel," Haymitch said. "It's picked up on the radio. They like a war hero, they just don't like a drunk one." 

Katniss wanted to roll her eyes. Rye Mellark was a decorated war hero who liked to drink and it was worrying. She'd seen it coming and warned the other Mellark brother Graham, but Graham didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want Katniss anywhere near Peeta. He coldly told her to stick her nose out of family affairs. 

Now the situation that could have been averted, had become worse. It didn’t matter what Peeta’s family wanted. She was a crisis manager. She spun bad news like this into rainbows and unicorns. 

"He did irreparable damage to one of the beloved National Parks. And then he...defecated..." Effie sputtered.

"He took a piss, Effie," Haymitch said.

"In front of the reporter!" Effie ground out with clenched teeth.

Katniss looked into those blue eyes of Peeta's. He smiled sadly at her. He was one of the greatest Presidents ever elected, but because of his brother, every great piece of legislation passed was overshadowed by the antics of his older brother Ryan. But to Peeta, his Presidency didn't matter, it was his brother that needed help. Peeta's compassion was one of the reasons she'd fallen hard for him. 

Everything Katniss wanted had been an upscale battle. She fought to be educated. Fought for her voice to be heard. She achieved so much in her young life. Peeta was the one thing she couldn't have. So she sacrificed for him. Gave him everything that she could, her time, her mind, her everything.

Madge, his wife, was terribly jealous of her and thus why Plutarch was presently ignoring her presence. 

"Enough," Peeta commanded, and the cabinet members quieted. 

"Mr. President," Plutarch said, straightening his purple tie as he stood. "I can have your brother reinstated in the military and shipped off to some far-flung island. This way he's away for six months to a year. And in that time the public will forget about him.” 

"Miss Everdeen..." Peeta said, turning to face her. 

"Mr. President, we don't need Miss Everdeen or her council." Plutarch stood in such a way that he commanded the attention of the room.  "We are your cabinet and we advise on all matters of the state. What I've proposed can be enacted quickly." Plutarch finally looked into her eyes and smirked at her knowing Peeta would do anything for his brother, including sending him away. "Mr. President, this is the only way to take care of the problem." 

Katniss sat back and raised an eyebrow. She didn't like the way Plutarch referred to Rye as 'the problem.' Rye was a human being and had Graham listened to her a few months ago, they wouldn't be here.  "I don't think that's the right course of action." 

"I agree with Plutarch, he is a menace..." Effie began. "He has no regard for morality."

Haymitch's lips thinned. "He made a mistake...there are a lot of men like Rye who are messed up because of the war..."

"You're a bleeding heart," Plutarch accused Haymitch.

"Yeah well, I've been through two wars, so maybe there's a reason," Haymitch spat back. He then turned to Katniss, "What do you have in mind, Sweetheart?"

"I think your brother needs treatment," Katniss said, squaring her shoulders. "He might be suffering from shell shock."

"What would you know about the war?" Plutarch sniggered.

She took the Post and said, "I was put on the front lines helping soldiers, nursing them back to health," Katniss said. "I was wounded by shrapnel and Peeta was the person who got me out. I know better than anyone what war was like Plutarch." 

"You don't have to remind us how you two met," Plutarch grumbled.

"Then why are you acting like a blithering idiot?" Katniss questioned.

Peeta coughed, hiding his smile. 

It was while convalescing that she and Peeta got close. 

"Rye needs help," Peeta cleared his throat. "I want to know what you have in mind?"

"There is a clinic run by a man by the name of Dr. Aurelius. He helps people like your brother who experienced great trauma."

"Your brother doesn't need a quack, he needs to grow up," Plutarch said.

Katniss hated the erroneous sentimentality about mental health society held. "With all due respect, Mr. Secretary, Dr. Aurelius is highly recommended."

Plutarch snorted.

Effie was too busy sending nasty looks to Haymitch to speak.  

"There are thousands of broken men who returned from the war. And I'm not talking about men who are missing a leg or an arm. I mean the men who are hurting on the inside. Rye can show them there is nothing wrong with getting help."

"How long?" Peeta asked

"Dr. Aurelius can help him become sober in as little as three months." Katniss watched Peeta's hands as they flattened on the table as if they were reaching out to her as she spoke.  "After three months Rye can make an appearance by planting trees at one of the National Parks. Show some goodwill. We can even get that starlet he was with and several other Hollywood notables to help."

"What if he goes back to drinking?" Effie asked.

"Dr. Aurelius will give him an evaluation. He can recommend Rye to do an outpatient clinic or if he needs to stay, then more time at the Clinic."

"The public loves a comeback story," Haymitch said. "And if it will help the nation, we can make legislation to help the veterans." 

Effie frowned. "We do have a rather important opening of Fort Vancouver coming up...I could use the press."

"Mr. President," Plutarch said. "You can't be considering this?"

"Mr. President, I spoke to Dr. Aurelius, they have a spot open for him," Katniss said. 

"Fine, make it happen, Miss. Everdeen," Peeta said.

Plutarch turned as purple as his tie and rushed out of the room. 

Haymitch cleared his throat, "Effie, do you want to go to lunch?"

"Only if you're buying," Effie flirted as she left with Haymitch. 

Katniss sat in the room with Peeta. 

"Thank you," Peeta said. 

"Your welcome," Katniss breathed. "He…the doctor, helped my mother, you know, after my dad...."

Peeta nodded. Katniss put her hand on the table and Peeta covered them with his. "Katniss."

Katniss closed her eyes, loving the feel of his warmer hand covering hers. Her heart melted and cried for more contact. She looked down at their hands and she spied his wedding band, the moment was broken.  "Peeta...Madge...she's got people watching us."

Peeta squeezed Katniss’s hands. "Screw Madge, I don't love her - never did." Madge was the woman his parents wanted him to marry. The marriage was phonier than a six-dollar bill. "I've only ever loved you, Katniss."

"Peeta we can't," Katniss pulled away. Standing, she began to collect her things. She heard Peeta's chair scrape backward and within seconds he was behind her. His hands gripped her shoulders. She felt his warm breath on her neck. It was the most exquisite torture. She wanted him with every fiber of her being.

"If I could, I'd leave her, leave all of this behind for you."

"No," she whispered, slipping away from his loose grasp. His face was a cacophony of emotions as he battled for control. Peeta loved her but he couldn't show it. "I can't be selfish. People need you, Peeta. The whole country needs you. Remember what we talked about when we met. How we would change the world."

"I wanted to be President and you made it happen."

"Well, the Undersee's money helped," she joked, as she wiped an errant tear that rolled down her cheek.

Peeta laughed mirthlessly. 

When they met, a deep bond formed between them. They spent those long hours recuperating and planning for a future they would never have, even if Peeta was trapped in a loveless marriage. 

Katniss respected that union. She wouldn't-couldn't cross that line. She knew she was all wrong for him. Katniss was from the wrong side of the tracks. She grew up dirt poor and to those few who knew her secret, she was the wrong race. Her father was half black, but passed as a white man. Her mother was a white woman. Katniss looked a lot like her father. 

Peeta didn't care. 

Peeta prized Katniss's ability to think on her feet. He relied on her, and as long as he needed her, she would be there for him. She would devote her life to him.

Peeta lifted her hand and pressed his palm to hers. She stepped back before her resolve broke and she did something foolish, like kissing him. 

"When this is over, Katniss, I'm getting a divorce and then I'm marrying you," Peeta said.  

Katniss smiled. She believed him. Peeta always kept his promises.

[hostess-of-horror]

@zao-starstruck @randomrabbidramblings @salamifuposey @minnesotamedic186

I had to make a post of this, although I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna do anything with it.

So, my buddy Medic introduced me to the song Unholy by Sam Smith (the orchestral version) a few days ago, and of course, I immediately thought up a whole freaking AU.

Specifically... The Scandal AU

Basically, The Scandal AU is a Sparks of Hope AU where Bea and Phantom get together as an official celebrity couple and, one day, get married. Their life together goes well for a bit until Phantom gets super insecure about his fame because of Bea having the same talent as him (or I dare say, MORE talent than him). This results in him having a secret affair behind Bea's back (be it Princess Peach, another Rabbid celebrity, or whoever).

When Phantom thinks that his "meetings" have gone unnoticed, things begin to get risky when the head leader of the paparazzi approaches him with pictures of the affair in hand. With this evidence plus the fact that they have been a stalker fan since the beginning, they blackmail Phantom into doing whatever they want him to do.

It is with this dilemma that Phantom has to choose between his reputation or his relationship.

[spookystar29]

Hey Scandalfam / Gladiators

Imagine Liv wouldve been Mellie's mistress and Fitz weren't an asshole / knew about the rape

What would be scenes you'd like to read, have changed or added, etc?

[thekatebridgerton]

Okay, modern au where there's a scandal brewing and Anthony and Kate are in charge of minimizing the damage..

Okay what type of scandal are we talking Olivia Pope level of scandal ok let's go with that.

Lady Whistledown has published some very concerning text messages having to do with Olympic swimming medallist Benedict Bridgerton, in what looks to be a position of soliciting sex work services from his mother's secretary.

The press wants to know who is Sophia Beckett, how did she come to be Mrs Bridgerton PA. What's her past? Her family? Is she an undercover sex worker? Has Benedict Bridgerton been using his winnings from the Olympics to pay sex workers to come to him? What about his brother Senator Anthony Bridgerton? Will the rumors about Benedict affect his re election campaign?

Kate Sharma publicist for the Rich and famous has a headache, her best friend accidentally lost her phone during a press meeting and the next thing she knows Sophie is being hailed as the next Monica Lewinsky. The thing is that the text messages by themselves we're just part of a harmless filtration between Benedict and Sophie but the press isn't going to believe that especially not now that senator Anthony B is gunning for reelection

Which is why said senator called her in to fix the mess. Kate didn't know what to expect when she met the youngest senator in the Queen Charlotte party but it definitely wasn't a man who works out in the gym every morning while he answers emails. And has the most womanizer personality she has ever had the misfortune of encountering in a politician. In one word the senator who employed her is a rake.

He wants Kate to do damage control for his brother and his campaign Kate wants Anthony to stop flirting with anything that moves, and make Benedict clean up his 'bohemian' act while she handles Sophie's PR.

Anthony has never met a woman as infuriating as the pr girl Danbury just sent him, she's willful she's argumentative she doesn't listen to anything he says. Claiming that she knows better than him how to fix the situation she is intentionally stubborn and worse: she's insanely talented and attractive. He he doesn't know if he wants to kiss her or if he wants to kill her maybe both

Soon one too many verbal fights turn into more intimate moments behind closed doors. Kate and Anthony find themselves having hate sex that turns into anywhere anytime sex and may have a lot of feelings involved... Giving them their own scandal in the making.

Because what story would be more juicy than Senator Anthony Bridgerton having an affair with his PR manager. ( Who just happens to be the sister of a girl Anthony dated years ago. )

What about Kate, is she ready to succumb to temptation and give Anthony a chance? or will she cut her losses before it's too late

[thinkatoryprocess]

I don’t know if you’ve ever seen the show Scandal with Kerry Washington but I could definitely see using that for a Romencken AU!

Yeah, I can totally see that. Roman would run things differently, I think, which would be fun, and I wouldn't want to follow anything explicitly to the point of it being a strict AU wedded to the show. Because frankly I think Roman and Mencken doing their own thing makes it hard to strictly fit them to anyone else's story.

(This aside from the Roman/Mencken Fleabag AU, which will still be different but also that's just a fetish-plus-love thing, I'm not even gonna pretend.)

[aziraphale-is-a-cat]

DPXDC Scandal Family

We all know about Brucie Wayne and his endless supply of poorly adjusted children, but a new billionaire family is taking the tabloids by storm- The Masters Brood.

Entrepreneurial billionaire and super fan of the Green Bay Packers, Vlad Masters recently adopted the children of his late college classmates, Madelyn and Jack Fenton in the wake of their tragic deaths. Two daughters and two sons, the oldest named Jasmine and the other three oddly named Dan, Danny and Danielle- the children have caused multiple scenes in public, from brawling with each other to harassing their adoptive father in public.

Masters himself only seems all too amused with the antics and often participates in the more harmless acts of tomfoolery like sneaking stickers onto the back of guests' heads and making light work of refreshment tables.

In the face of this new found family, will Brucie Wayne and his children be able to maintain their title as America's weirdest billionaires, or will that status be swept out from beneath them?

-

Looking grimly at the screen of his laptop, Dick Grayson considers his options. "Looks like we're really going to have to step up our game- hey Jason! How do you feel about coming back to legal life?"

[solargeist]

sry i . Sorry Hi

[miguxadraws]

same situation, different context

demon and nun AU by @spitinsideme

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 88

  In a world where every human starts with blood that’s a very bright red, only darkening by one taking another’s life, Tim is very careful. Apparently even using explosions in warehouses and wherever else the league of assassins had set up counted as killing, to his slight horror. He couldn’t let his team know of course, even if they joked about joining him if he turned villain. 

  It was one thing to joke, but if they saw his blood, pitch black and dark enough to nearly swallow the light around it? He really doesn’t want to see the horror or disgust. He isn’t going to let anyone know if he can help it. 

  So it’s a really shitty situation when one of the henchmen of one of the rogues decides to break his nose and about fifty-something people are suddenly very aware of his very high kill count. He has a choice here. And he isn’t entirely sure if he wants to deal with the consequences of either of them. 

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Part 2 of the "reveal at work" comic for the rlgl au! bc of popular demand and because i cant handle even the slightest amount of unresolved angst apparently

Just Sun being Sun

Okay just to clarify in this version of the au they have been neighbours for a little under a year and have gotten rather close in a "will they, wont they" kind of way.

[amanitacurses]

Sparkler

[spookystar29]

What if Mellie had told Fitz about the rape? What if he had tried his best to be supportive, to help her, but it wasn't enough?

Until Olivia came along, and proved to be of major help, not only for the campaign ...

My take on how Mellivia could have worked out without anyone of them being the culprit or asshole

[zoe-oneesama]

Can’t even give your Mom what-for these days without her being akumatized or something!

Episode 37 Part 7

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[seafoamdew]

You guys damn near killed me with this request 😭

[toxictoxicities]

Some silly thing I aint gonna finish bc lazy

I just wanted to explore their dynamic a little <3