#true crime fic

[mthlg]

chapter three is up! podcast episode two - lots of andrew - and another case! enjoy <3

[letters-to-rosie]

I see way too many fics where Caitlyn is cool. Arcane Caitlyn has a conspiracy board on her floor, no friends we see of her age despite being one of the richest people in Piltover, and sucks at making conversation. This is loser erasure and I will not stand for it. In this essay I will—

[arbiterlexultionis]

Poltergeist

So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.

So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.

For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.

I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.

When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.

If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.

Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.

1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.

2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”

[wazzappp]

@rokhal I’m really really fucking normal about the new chapter dude. Not frothing at the mouth or anything. Not even chewing on the bars of my enclosure if you would believe it…

[preciouslandmermaid]

spencer/reader + southern gothic aesthetic "I'm just a child, but I'm not above violence My mama raised me better than that..."

the mosquitoes and frogs sing their discordant symphony above the rustling oak leaves and Spanish moss that drape over branches like abandoned wedding veils. you push your toes on the damp floorboards and the rocking chair tilts backward, and your stomach lurches as you sway forward. the old book on your lap with yellowed pages and a musty scent lays open like a vivisected hare. a gnat lands on the corner of the page and you try to flick it away. you accidentally killed it and your brows furrow softly. the hinges on the screen door squeak and you break your monotonous rhythm, the rocking chair sway cut short. "garcia says we're lucky we have cell service," spencer says, with his hands in his pockets, before his eyes flick to your lap, "what're you reading?" "mm." you nod. "nice of the chief to let us use his house." you close the book and self-consciously wipe the title with your hand (the one that killed the gnat). "did you know that franz kafka didn't want bugs on the cover of his book?" "you're reading 'the metamorphosis'," he guesses. "it's a comfort read," you say, shrugging, your toes pushing the floorboards again. spencer slowly sits in the rocking chair beside you and you silently return to the symphonies of the moist, summer night. at least - you do until spencer starts talking about his interpretation of the novel and you listen, your eyes focused on the harsh, slice of darkness where the porch light doesn't reach.

[potato-an0n]

Wanna hear a really sweet solangelo headcanon?

So, I have a Will headcanon that he’s an adventure time, steven universe, gravity falls, svtfoe, infinity train, the owl house, and basically cartoon fandom bisexual nerd (along with sci fi and detective/ mystery thriller but tht’s besides the point).

One of his first songs he learned on ukulele and guitar are songs from adventure time and steven universe but his fav to play when he’s stressed or “stimming” is the Island Song (or come along with me/ adventure time end credits).

Before they started dating, Nico one day was having a panic/ anxiety attack or was just overstimulated and stressed and spotted Will under a secluded tree or in the strawberry fields (idk) playing the Island Song. He was listening from afar and surprisingly, he felt calmer and at ease.

Now whenever Nico has a nightmare or is overstimulated, Will would sing or hum the Island Song. Sometimes Nico would get lulled to sleep or would quietly sing along with him.

Bonus ramble: Also, Island Song is the easiest song to learn on ukulele and guitar, tht’s why imo, it’s a good “stimming song” and the lyrics is really sweet in this scenario too 😭 like it’s such a simple song yet has a lot of depth to it too, okay I’m done rambling.

[foxsoulcourt]

What Happened To Little Nathaniel? (29159 words) by athousandstoriesleftuntold Chapters: 4/15 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day & Neil Josten, Neil Josten & Jean Moreau, Aaron Minyard & Andrew Minyard, Abby Winfield/David Wymack, Allison Reynolds/Renee Walker (All For The Game), Jean Moreau & Renee Walker Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Kevin Day, Jean Moreau, Abby Winfield, Renee Walker (All For The Game), Allison Reynolds (All For The Game), Aaron Minyard, Nicky Hemmick, Erik Klose, Katelyn Mackenzie (All For The Game), Jeremy Knox Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe - No Exy (All For The Game), Alternative Universe - No Mafia, Humor, Angst, Developing Romance, True Crime, Found Family, Social Media, Past Abuse, Additional Content Warnings in Author's Notes, They're all in their mid-twenties, Canon-Typical Foxes In-Fighting, Texting, wikipedia entries, Canon-Atypical Honesty from Neil, Mixed Media, Mental Health Issues Summary:

EVERYONE’S HEARD OF THE BUTCHER, BUT FEW PEOPLE KNOW THE *REAL* STORY– WHAT HAPPENED TO LITTLE NATHANIEL?

KF: An international trail of bodies. Millions of dollars. A sealed court case.

KF: This grisly tale is not for the fainthearted.

KF: Join me, Kathy Ferdinand, on my first foray into true crime podcasting. And what better case to start with than the Butcher of Baltimore? ___

When Nathaniel Wesninski is the subject of a tell-all true crime podcast, the world latches onto the story.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Nathaniel is alive and well and living as Neil Josten. His main priority is protecting the fragile peace he's built for himself– Kevin and Jean both have a lot to lose, and Neil isn't about to be the reason their lives are ruined.

Meanwhile, Andrew Minyard is about to be alone for the first time in years: his brother's leaving for med school and Nicky's in Germany. He has no intention of starting a relationship– at least, until he meets Neil Josten at his old coach's birthday party.

It's immediately evident that both of them have secrets. And when the clues start falling into place, each becomes more fascinated with solving the mystery of the other.

Bookmarker's Notes:

When fandom friends rec a work to you once, that’s not always a sufficient nudge to read it.

When they KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT, then it’s time to take a look and at least read the first chapter.

Or in this case, binge the whole work-to-date.

@thousandstories fic is fabulously done. Love the new universe. Love how background for various characters are handled. And ABSOLUTELY ADORE how all.of.the.characters move through this storyline. It’s compelling without ever telling us too much. I’m i n v e s t e d in everyone, even Kathy Ferdinand + Lillian Weisz (both whom I intensely dislike)! That’s great writing for you!

[lizpaige]

has anyone written a true crime au where adam is the host of a true crime podcast and he covers the case of niall lynch, murdered by his middle son - or was he? after the first episode he gets a call from ronan lynch in prison wanting to tell the real story, to prove he is innocent. adam spends weeks covering his story and eventually after going viral and his listeners demanding the case be reopened, ronan is found innocent. blah blah something happens pynch the end.

[blushinggoku]

Been trying to read some goku x reader fanfics (because I love him and cringe culture is dead) but there's soo few out there it's insane. I'm disappointed in this fandom for not loving goku more

[hewantshisbrideback]

Nobody can definitively say the means which lead to the tragic ends of two such beloved public figures. Nobody can name what it was that brought the last Targaryen heir to the throne and the only daughter of House Stark together in the first place. No one knows exactly what happened, not in truth, but people can speculate. And speculate, they do.

A SONG OF INTERVIEWS AND FAKE NEWS: Retrospectives on Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark

[bumblepony]

Fic Rec Friday

This amazing fic was written by none other then the wonderful @boopernatural. When I say you should read it I mean it, you should read it!

Joel rarely gets calls from unfamiliar numbers, so his tone is gruff and cautious when he answers.

“Is this Joel Miller?” Asks the girl on the other end.

“Who’s this?” He demands.

“Oh, right. My name is Ellie Williams. I’m a criminal justice student at the university. I was calling to see-“

“Don’t call me again,” his voice is a growl, rage seeping into his veins as he puts together the purpose of this call.

“Mr. Miller, please just give me a minute. I run a true crime podcast about unsolved cases. We’ve already solved two-“

“Don’t call me again, do you hear?”

“Listen, there’s some evidence in your daughter's case that was overl-“

Joel hangs up the phone. For good measure, he blocks the number like Tommy showed him how to do.

(Joel's daughter was murdered 20 years ago, and it's still unsolved. Ellie runs a true crime podcast. - AKA finding each other in every universe- true crime AU)

[steddieunderdogfics]

for challenge monday: An Act of Grace podficced by singinginmay (missberrycake)

An Act Of Grace by missberrycake

This fic has a podfic read by singinginmay!

Rating: Teen and Up

71,388 words, 8/8 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Crime, Thriller, Murder, Mystery, Murder Mystery, 1910’s, Modern Era, Multi-Era, Period-Typical Homophobia, Historical Romance, True Crime Podcast, Podcasting, Happy Ending, POV Multiple, No Smut, Novel, steddiebang23

Summary:

On the morning after Broughton Hall’s annual summer fête, the body of a local Baron’s son was found on the grounds of the estate, as lifeless and cold as the morning was warm. Having spent the summer together, member of the household staff Edward Munson was the first to be suspected. As for the Baron’s son, perhaps there was more to him than the Baron would have society believe. Decades later, Max Mayfield comes across the murder of Steven Harrington while researching topics for the second season of her hit true crime podcast. Along with her some-time engineer and full-time ex-boyfriend, Lucas, Max uncovers a story of two people that, entwined in secrecy and truths left unspoken, reaches out across history.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was Fics with Podfics.

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[emiliotheemu]

𖤓 DOA, dead on arrival. ❀

⚠️TW: BLOOD, DEATH, FEAR, ANGST, ETC.⚠️THIS IS MY FIC!!! This is a modern A+H college AU and their names are slightly different. (BTW this is gay 🏳️‍🌈😍💅✨️) The fanfic was slightly inspired by this fanart that I found on Pinterest. I think this is the original watermark/signature of the artist.

Good luck!

The day was slow at the infirmary. All day. There were one or two patients. But, otherwise, pretty empty. Will sighed and sat at the reception desk, the true crime podcast in his ears entertaining him. Soon, the end of the episode came and he fast forwarded to the next one. He looked at the title. "The track and feild tragedy at Sunnyside University."

Will didn't think anything of it, so he just sat down and did the last of his paperwork while listening to it. The person on the podcast did their introduction and the small backstory of the case.

"Hello, true crime lovers. Today, it is a sort of mystery. This takes place at Sunnyside University. The year was 1982..."

And so on. Soon, they got to the people involved in the crime.

"Soren Apollus was a junior in college, one of the top of his class. He got in with a musical scholarship and was one of the best track and field players. He majored in Medical Sciences and minored in Music and Arts. He did discus, javelin and hurdles in track and field."

Will raised an eyebrow and whispered. "Weird..." He kept doing the paperwork, chewing on the end of the pen he was using.

"Next is his lover, Quince Hyathus. He was a sophomore in college, an average student. He got into Sunnyside U with a sports scholarship, the best sprinter and long-distance runner on the track and field team. He majored in Botany and minored in biology. He did, as I previously said, long-distance running for the Sunnyside University track and field team."

Will pushed back off of the desk, spinning slightly in his chair and leaning back, chewing on his pen thoughtfully. "Now, that's even more strange..."

Then the podcast continued. "One day, there was a meet for the T + F team. Quince had just finished his sprint and wasn't paying attention and he was walking past his lover, Soren, when the tragedy struck. Soren was so focused on throwing it correctly that he didn't see Quince. As Quince was walking past, the discus hit him right on the side of his head."

Will took a deep breath through his teeth. "Oh, shit..."

"Soren screamed his love's name and ran over, yelling something along the lines of 'Call 911! Anyone! Please!' As he sobbed, holding his dear boyfriend in his arms. He started whispering to Quince what could only be thought of as confessions of love, poetry, or just telling him to stay with him."

Will groaned, leaning his head back. "Fuck, this... jesus... fucking christ."

"Soren later told the court and doctors/paramedics what he had noted from his medical student lense. He had seen that there would be possible brain damage and most likely a broken or fractured neck. His eye socket was either broken or fractured, as well as his skull. He was unconscious, a very slow pulse. Blood was flowing out of his head so much that Soren's hands and some of his shorts and shirt were, too. There were more details shared, but they were horrid."

"Soon, paramedics arrived and rushed Quince with them. Soren hopped in the ambulance and held Quince's hand, putting on a brave face. Since Quince was unconscious, Soren was pleading for forgivenessto a body who could not hear it. He sobbed over Quince the entire ride."

Will paused it. "Oh, my gods." Will took a sip of the tea he had on the desk, taking a few deep breaths. A few minutes later, he unpaused it.

"The rest of the ride went like that as the paramedics tried their hardest to help Quince. As they rushed into the hospital, Soren was forced to stay outside of the operation room and sat on a chair in the waiting room, hanging his head in his hands and sobbing. He was rocking slightly back and forth, whispering how much he loved Quince and how bad he felt."

Will took another deep breath, bracing himself for what he only knew was complete, utter, horrid news.

"Soon, a doctor came out and handed Soren some tissues. 'Hello, Mr. Apollus. I apologize for the words that I am about to speak.' The doctor confessed. 'I am sorry to inform you, we tried. But, he came DOA. Dead on arrival.' Soren sobbed harder. His love, his life, gone. 'N-no! Th-this can't happen!!' He yelled at the doctor."

Will slammed his fist on the desk.

"And here is the original recording of the call that the paramedics got..."

As the audio played, Will groaned. A minute or two later, the podcast continued.

"Soren stayed at the hospital for a while, sobbing the entire time. Later on, he was on trial for accidental manslaughter. Here's where the mystery comes in. Some of the other competitors said they overheard Tristan Zephyr planning to sabotage Apollo in some way. Wether luring Quince to walk across the discus field, or making the discus heavier, possibly both. No one knows, as Tristan disappeared as soon as Soren went to court. As Soren was trialed and found guilty, he was told he would have at least fifteen to twenty-one months in prison. But the next day, he was gone as well. Wiped clean off of the face of the earth. Off the grid, no where. Not on the school paperwork, his dorm empty, everything. Some things were taken from Quince's room as well, a message written out on a note on Quince's bed. Alas."

After that, Will paused it and took out his ear buds. "Well, I know what that is."

I literally have no idea how to end fanfic. I hope that was good! Tell me if I spelt anything wrong or called Soren, Quince or Quince, Soren.

[seresinsbabe]

The Fallen - Prologue

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader

Synopsis: Your sister went missing two years ago but because of her past no one is looking into it despite your insistence that she didn't run off. Enter rookie detective Bradley Bradshaw. For whatever reason he believes you. Only he realizes there is more than meets the eye with this case.

Warnings: True Crime centered so if it's not your cup of tea don't read. Mentions of addiction and prostitution.

Word Count: 0.6k

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Three weeks. That’s how long it's been since you’ve seen or heard from your sister. A few days, sometimes even over a week was normal. But three weeks? Not even at the height of your sister’s addiction had she gone three weeks with no contact. Even if most of the contact revolved around her asking for money to get her next fix under the guise of needing food or clothes. You always knew she used it for drugs. And you hated giving her the money and essentially enabling her, but you did it in the hopes that maybe just once she would actually buy the food or the clothes. She never did.

As much as you hated the path your sister had gone down, you couldn’t exactly blame her. The things you’d both been through – were fucking awful. Drugs were your sister’s way of coping. You’d managed better. You went to college, you got a degree, you started therapy. Of course you felt bad that while your sister had been barely surviving, if you could even really call it that, you were on the other end of the survival spectrum. Starting to really thrive.

You did what you could to help her, though. Countless times you let her crash in your home, fed her, found a way to get her into rehab. Each time it never lasted. Except this last time.

There was a visible difference in Christine. She had started to put on weight, life was returning to eyes, she was smiling again. This time you really thought she was going to make it. Until she disappeared. Your heart sank when that first week passed, because you were sure you knew what it meant. It wasn’t until the beginning of the third week that you really had started to worry. So much so that you wound up at the police station.

“Listen, sweetheart, we all know your sister and she’s probably just on a bender.” You were on the verge of tears, both out of worry for Christine and frustration at the officer’s defiance. Yes, your sister had a troubled past. But this wasn’t like her. She didn’t just disappear like this, at least not for this long. 

“I don’t care what her past is, this isn’t like her! You have to do something, please.” The cry for help felt weak, because you were exhausted. Running on minimal sleep because you’d been up for hours trying to find her. Every time you called her phone it went straight to voicemail. Leading you to believe it was either dead or shut off. Stupidly you had gone to her old stomping grounds, a palace you didn’t want to be but you didn’t know what else to do or where else to look. Unfortunately it hadn’t led to her.

You knew it wasn’t going to be easy to convince the police something was really wrong with her. How many times had you picked her up from this exact jail after she got busted for possession or prostitution? Everyone who worked here knew your sister and ultimately knew you. And each time you walked through the doors you were met with looks of pity. Looks you had grown tired of getting, but by this point were numb to. You’d gotten them your whole life, so much that at this point you just stopped wondering if they would ever stop. 

“Please…I just-I know something is wrong.” The female officer looked at you, again with pity, but she relented.

“Alright,” she sighed and pulled out some papers from a drawer. “Fill out a missing person’s report and we’ll go from there.” You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. With everything you had in you, you hoped nothing was wrong, but that sinking feeling was getting deeper and deeper.

No matter what, you weren’t going to give up until you found your sister. Dead or alive.

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[kallisto-k]

Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: past billy hargrove/chrissy cunningham, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington, background Eddie Munson/Jason Carver Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Tommy Hagan, Heather Holloway, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - True Detective, FTM Billy, MTF Chrissy, t4t Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham, Reference Child Death, Murder, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Sex Toys, C-section & hysterectomy, Character Death, Drug Use, Mental Health Issues, Threesome - M/M/M, Transphobia, Infidelity, top surgery, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, religious trauma, Homophobia, Graphic Description of Corpses, t4t sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Summary: Louisiana wasn’t Billy’s first choice but after everything that had happened back in California, he needed to get away. He thought the more rural state would be quieter, but when a body is found staged in a tree, Billy and his partner Steve get dragged all around Louisiana on a hunt he couldn’t put out of his mind no matter how much he wanted to.

The first three chapters of To Fall to Such a Little Thing for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang have been posted! Thank you @alicetallula for such a wonderful collab experience and creating all the amazing artwork! It’s been a real treat!

[frankiebirds]

forgot how good limelight was. jill morris really strikes the right balance between a character you dislike but not so much it makes the episode unwatchable. she has just enough redeeming qualities to make her occasionally bearable.

that's not to say i don't end the episode still disliking her. i very much do. she sucks, but she feels like a person who sucks, not like a character designed to be an obstacle and not much else.

i wish she'd reappeared. i would have loved to see how she devolved (or how she got better!) and she gave some really good insights into rossi's character via parallel that i would have loved to see more of.