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jtl-fics · 11 months

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WIP Wednesday

So here is a brief bit of Future!Andrew in my Math Nerd AU. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. Andrew's in a dark place.

Trigger Warnings: Depression / Grief, Planning Suicide, suicidal thoughts, and suicide

Andrew holds the urn in his arms and regrets.

Neil had died alone in that hospital room. Died alone because Andrew had never had the courage to get down on one knee and propose properly. Died alone and in pain because Andrew had never gotten the POAs he’d considered multiple times for both of them, but he hadn’t because it felt like admitting too much. Died alone, in pain, and…

Andrew could only ever tell Neil that he hated him.

Andrew knows that Neil knew he didn’t hate him. Neil had understood that Andrew would never live with someone he actually hated. Neil had understood that Andrew wouldn’t have adopted pets with someone he hated. Neil had understood that Andrew wouldn’t let someone he hated touch him the way that Neil had been allowed to touch him.

Andrew doesn’t know if Neil understood that Andrew loved him.

Andrew isn’t even sure if he had fully understood until it was too late and Neil had died alone, in pain, and unsure of Andrew’s love because Andrew had never said it.

He looks down at the urn and the list of ‘options’ Neil had given him and knows that Neil had not understood that Andrew could not and would not continue to live their future alone.

His friends and family had seem to accept that this was only the first funeral.

Neil’s will was short and sweet. He had left everything to Andrew Joseph Minyard and Andrew spent the month after Neil’s funeral sorting out his own arrangements.

He left large amounts to both of his Nieces and felt faintly bad that he was never going to see them grow up but he had almost puked when Lilly had asked him where Uncle Neil was.

He couldn’t answer her.

He’s going to where Uncle Neil is.

He’ll claw his way to wherever Neil had gone in the great beyond and he’ll tell him this time. Even an eternity in hellfire being tortured next to Neil was better than a single moment without Neil.

He gives Kevin their cats.

Kevin takes Duchess and Lady (King’s daughters) and he looks at Andrew with watery eyes, “He wouldn’t want-“

“I want Neil.” Andrew had said and Kevin’s jaw clenches so hard that Andrew wonders if he cracks a tooth.

Kevin takes a large number of their pictures. More than even Matt, Aaron or Nicky had taken. Andrew watches as Kevin puts them up among the three pictures of pride of the Day household. The large framed photos of Kevin, Jean, Jeremy, Neil, and Andrew through their years winning Olympic Gold for America.

Neil’s smile is so beautiful in each photo that Andrew leaves early.

He wants Neil.

He can’t sleep right without Neil.

He had never once held Neil and slept but they’d shared a bed for years and years. Andrew can’t sleep without that precious weight on the other side of the bed. Neil’s scent is fading from the linens and Andrew struggles to find one of Neil’s shirts that still smells like him.

Renee tries the hardest to change his mind.

Her beliefs are strong as ever but when she had showed up in person to talk to him and had seen how he looked she must have realized that there was nothing she could say to convince him.

She holds him tight and she prays for him.

Then she lets him go.

Neil had been surprisingly thorough in his instructions for his funeral.

Andrew knows that Neil had often planned it out as a way to manage the stress of the whole situation with the Moriyamas. Neil had lived a decade with the threat of his own demise should he fail to give Ichirou the profits the man desired. It had been better after Neil’s accident and subsequent year spent in PT and as Ichirou’s accountant.

Ichirou had released Neil from his deal after the man had gotten his first ever tax return and had even promised to release Jean and Kevin if Neil agreed to become his full-time accountant after he retired from Exy.

Neil had agreed.

The years afterwards had been bliss and Neil had retired when his old injury made it too painful to play. Andrew had been mystified that he would have a longer professional career than Neil but Andrew had come to tolerate Exy and the money he was paid to stand in the goal and do something he was naturally good at was too good to turn away from.

He and Neil had lived comfortably, had traveled, were going to see Australia in two months to enjoy the off season.

But now Neil was gone.

Andrew laid down in the bed he had shared with Neil. He had one of Neil’s favorite shirts under his cheek and held Neil’s urn in his arms.

Neil had been very clear that he wanted to be cremated and that he wanted his ashes to be with Andrew.

Neil had left him numerous ideas on what Andrew could do with them. He could imagine Neil smiling as he found out about some of them. He wonders if Neil had smiled over his top suggestion which was a link to a website that would forge weapons, knives, out of ashes.

Andrew has not used Neil’s body.

The thought of turning any part of Neil into the the weapon that had hurt him so many times was agonizing.

Still, he knows that Neil likely put it down as an option because Neil would never believe that Andrew would actually keep Neil’s ashes close if he couldn’t be useful to Andrew in some practical way.

Neil never would have imagined that his urn was a relic that Andrew would cherish and hold onto. The ashes inside were the only thing that made it possible for him to keep going as he set all of his affairs in order.

Neil was so stupid and Andrew missed him like he would miss both of his lungs.

The drugs were kicking in.

Ichirou had reached out and expressed his sincere condolences. The man who had killed the Moriyama accountant would pay dearly but Andrew had hardly cared. A drunken man’s death would not bring Neil back to him.

Ichirou had offered him something else.

“For a nominal fee and as an act of my respect for Neil’s efforts for my family I can get you what you seek.” Ichirou had said cryptically but Andrew had understood.

He paid Ichirou and Ichirou had delivered Andrew what he needed to go and see Neil.

He wouldn’t cut himself. Neil had been so proud when he’d reached 10 years without a relapse.

The world is growing darker. Neil’s scent growing fainter no matter how he presses his face into the shirt.

He holds on to Neil’s urn.

He’ll see him soon.

***

Andrew wakes up.

He’s going to fucking murder Ichirou Moriyama.

For that insane ‘nominal fee’ Andrew should not be waking up.

His head aches and his mouth is like sandpaper, “Andrew, are you okay?” A voice that is familiar but wrong comes from his side and when Andrew cracks his eye open (blurry, is that blood) he sees Aaron, except it can’t be Aaron because he looks like he’s 20 again.

What the fuck.

#Math Nerd AU #WIP Wednesday #Please heed the warnings #AFTG AU #AFTG #Andreil #Andrew Minyard #AFTG Fics #My Fics

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stabbyfoxandrew · 2 months

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Sorry Neil but you are in fact a mafia baby (and you don't even know the half of it)

But what does angel Neil want to talk about?

WIP Wednesday (3/6) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 128)

Andrew chews on the inside of his jaw for a moment before turning back to Neil. “Will you talk about the angel thing instead?”

“What about the angel thing?” Neil still looks sort of pouty about being called a mafia baby. But in Andrew's opinion it’s a good look for him.

“I don’t know. I just don’t understand it.”

“Understand what?” Neil asks, exasperated.

“Why I, of all people, got a guardian angel.” Andrew answers honestly. “It just seems wasteful, an angel just for me. Today was the first time I’ve been in danger since July and it wasn’t even real. Surely there’s someone out there who needs you more.”

Neil gives Andrew a long, searching look. One that sort of makes him feel naked. “You need me plenty.”

Andrew is offended at that. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can,” Neil says. “But you still need me. Or I wouldn’t be here at all.”

“Why do I need you though? I’m not accident-prone and I am more than capable in a fight, against anyone but Renee. Hell, you should be looking after Kevin.” Andrew says with a huff. “At least that would give me a break.”

Neil snorts. “With everything Kevin’s been through, he must already have an angel. One that does their job properly.”

“Properly.” Andrew repeats.

#angel neil has no idea that his dad fucks with the moriyamas. dummy TWT #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #🕊️#answered #anon

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codename-adler · 2 months

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Adler’s Projects in Progress aka PiPs!

Well well well. As I have many, many AftG ideas going on, wayyy too many, I thought I'd inspire myself from @stabbyfoxandrew 's WIP Wednesdays and give y'all the draft titles of the fics I would really love to write, in hopes that it spurs on my motivation and creativity. I also just wanna talk about what goes on in my brain. I cannot shut up about these guys. I need people to enable me. Come on, be my hero.

Simply drop one of the titles below in my Ask box and I'll give you a snippet of the work, a summary if I have not written anything yet, the main ideas or ship(s), or anything that I can give away, really. I'm not yet picking a dedicated day for Adler's PiPs, but I might later on, if it helps to keep me accountable? I don't know!

Note that for @dayurno ‘s @daylightficfest, I won't be answering before March 11th, once I'm sure I have claimed my prompts and got my grabby little raccoon hands on the ideas.

Also note that I'm posting this while on a laser-focus + productivity high, which might drop anytime now, thus it might take me time to answer asks. I apologize in advance for the way my brain works.

- dance ‘til you find someone to die for / dtyfstdf (upcoming chapters) //kevaaron//

- Baby Girl, Good Luck //renison//

- Nothing Is Going to Be Okay //kandreil//

- Steady Now / The Trojan Court

- Kathea 🌺

- Eva Josten

- Sunburns //jerejean//

- Speak AU

- Calypso //jerejean//

- Daylight Savings Fic Fest

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Start of Time (s-p) //kandrew//

- The Language of Boys //kandrew, kandreil//

- Dan, Matt & Her //D x M x FOC//

- Raven Renee //renison//

- Sister Mini-yard

You’re always welcome on my ao3 <3

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murdockbuckley · 10 days

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29. honey

30!!!!

29. send me a word. if it's in your WIPs, include the sentence and a short summary of the fic.

honey i don't have the word honey but i do have sweet so i'll do that instead "My Dearest Evan, My Sweet and Bright Dandelion." this is the girldad fic!! Buck has known about his daughter her whole life and is very involved in it but she was living fulltime with her mother (Renee). Something happens and her mum can no longer look after her. The story is about Buck dealing with becoming a fulltime parent, helping Renee with her problems and Renee helping him realise he has more people there for him than he realises.

30. tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

army!eddie is on his worst tour yet. teacher!buck gets his class to write letters to send to soldiers on tour. chris writes one and it ends up with eddie. eddie might not believe that the universe talks but it's definitely a sign, a wanted and welcomed one at that.

#lou🪼writes #lou🪼blog games #amber loml #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fanfic

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stolenoc · 8 months

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Villainous Nights Fanfiction

Like fully two years ago I started writing a Villainous Nights AU where MC got recruited by Optimus before the Syndicate found her. I've stopped writing it, but I've always liked this scene and I'm sick of scrolling past it in my wips and being sad it won't be used, so here it is.

3500 words, MC x Juliette (Monarch & Bat too, I guess)

When I glance at the screen, it's to find an incoming call from one of my contacts- specifically, from Bat.

I'd be the first to admit I've been pretty forgetful lately- How could I not be? Thanks to all the hit and run attacks the Syndicate have been making lately, I’ve been basically working nonstop. I’m tired in a way that sleeping doesn’t even fix but, even so, I’m pretty sure I would remember saving one of the guys who are trying to kill me as a contact.

Did he like, hack into my phone and add this? Is that a thing you can do? I guess it's probably a thing he can do. His name is listed as "Bat- Just wanna talk", which is… well, it’s in character for him, if nothing else. He does like to talk.

After taking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure I'm mostly alone (I'm not strictly sure if I'd be allowed to accept calls from the people the company is actively at war with), I answer the phone, heart pounding in my ears.

"Hey, Monarch," says Bat, even now sounding as awkwardly, inappropriately casual as ever.

I scoff. It's an angry sound, and I realise that I am angry. How dare he know who I am? We had such a good thing going, the Syndicate and I. It was like a game- A high stakes game that sometimes resulted in broken bones but, you know. It felt like there was respect there.

"You might as well just use my real name," I say, and it comes out as a growl through my gritted teeth. "What's this about, dude? Just trying to scare me? Because congrats, yeah, it's working."

A sudden intake of breath. Then, "No- no, Monarch, uh... Lana. This isn't a threat- okay so, in retrospect? I can see how this-"

"Oh, it's not a threat?" I hiss. "That's funny, because I am feeling exceptionally threatened. I swear, Bat, if the Syndicate goes after my-"

"The Syndicate doesn't know who you are, Lana!" he says, cutting me off. "I do. Just me. I haven't told anyone else. I really do want to talk, just the two of us."

Well. Okay. That shuts me up. I take a moment- there's just a lot to unpack with that. Bat knows who I am, and is calling me "just to talk", and wants to keep the rest of the Syndicate out of it. I... can probably work with this.

Toning down the aggression a notch, I say, "So, what is this, then? Are you looking for a job, Bat? Should I put you through to HR? There’s a couple positions open, actually."

I regret making the joke instantly- that particular wound’s still pretty raw for me- but Bat does laugh. He says, "No, I'm good, thanks. And I'm no turncoat- the Syndicate knows I'm calling you, just not who you are."

"Wait, so you're saying that they know that you know- and they're okay with you keeping it a secret?" I ask, dubiously. "Even Murderpants McKnifeguy?"

Bat snorts. He says, "They're... well, they can't do much about it, really. I'm kinda irreplaceable? They love me for my big genius brain and stuff. But yes, Falcon is extremely pissed."

"Yeah, I bet."

"It helps that I'm kinda keeping away from them, also," he admits. "Full disclosure? Everyone's shouting at me today, it completely blows. But that's not why I'm calling you."

Even though every suspicious instinct Optimus drilled into me is telling me to hang up, to go tell Rene or someone about the intrusion, to run screaming to Juliette's apartment to make sure she's okay, I have the strangest urge to just give Bat a chance.

It's true that he's always seemed a little different to the rest of his team. He rarely makes an appearance in person, and only seems to fight under sufferance- he's treated almost like a consultant. Could he have different goals? Goals that don't involve spearing me with ice lances or burying me under tons of rock?

I say, "Okay, I'll bite. What's this about?"

"I'd like to meet with you in person," he says, after a long moment of hesitation. He quickly amends, "In costume, obviously. Both of us. We can make it look like an accident during one of your patrols."

Oh, that sounds safe. I ask, "What's wrong with talking over the phone? And also, why would I keep this a secret from Optimus?"

"I want to give you something, and I need to make sure you actually get it," he says, then he chuckles a little nervously. "And as for the secret thing… You don't have to, but I'll be meeting you alone. Ideally, Scarlet Brighid won't show up and break my spine. I'd like it if we could both trust each other, here."

Ironically, the grisly description helps me relax. He's not wrong- even if he's lying through his teeth, I'm the one with the army of megacorp superheroes as backup. But if he's telling the truth… No, I can’t risk letting Scarlet show up to do her thing. Enemy or not, I don't want the man dead.

And so, just under an hour later, I make a tiny alteration to my patrol path, with Rene's permission. I started a little late, so I'm in a little bit of a rush- the second I cut the connection with Bat, I called Juliette to make certain that she was completely fine and un-kidnapped, and I ended up soaking in the reassurance of her voice for a bit longer than I should have. I wanted so badly to just tell her why I was freaking out, but...

Well. Lying to her sucks, but lying to Rene is starting to come pretty naturally. The trick is tying the lie to something vague that they can't reasonably predict- for example, it's easy for me to just tell them that I'm 'checking out some unusual activity' as I pass the location that Bat specified, a construction site that's nice and quiet.

It's a tall building, probably fated to be some big office space once the walls are filled in and the scaffolding ends up wherever scaffolding goes after it's finished its job. I could use it to climb to our meeting point, on the building's roof- but flying is only getting easier with each day of training. It's getting to the point that I might just stop walking altogether.

It only takes a minute, and I'm touching down on- not actually on a roof, exactly, because there's pillars sticking up all over the floor that are clearly intended to eventually hold up a ceiling. I resolve to think of it as the ‘top floor’, rather than ‘the roof.’

Bat's already waiting for me, far away from the building’s edge- and he's not looking so good.

"Bat? You doing alright?" I ask, feeling unexpectedly concerned as I jog to his side. He's bent over double, panting audibly even through the mask. He holds up his hands as I approach, as though to fend me off.

"I'm... good..." he says, between desperate huffs of air. "Just... just got here, too... Underestimated... hah... how long it'd take to... to climb all those stairs…"

He looks up at me, still breathing heavily. His digital faceplate displays an emoticon I haven't seen him use before- a pained expression, with a semicolon sweatdrop running down its face.

It's only then that it really clicks with me that Bat's just.. some guy. An extremely smart 'just some guy', granted, one with an interesting power and access to a lot of very cool toys, but he's not like Scarlet, or even Marquis. He's not like the rest of the Syndicate. He's not like me. I could flatten him to paste right here, right now, without even breaking a sweat.

I swallow, hard. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to me before now that just having powers doesn’t by itself turn you into a superhero, or supervillain. When, then, had I made the change from ‘just some girl’ to ‘Monarch’?

Welp, that's a thought for the vault. I just say, flatly, "The Syndicate could really use a flier or two, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea," he says, finally straightening up. His faceplate displays anger, now, but his tone is joking as he says, "You have it so easy, you know that? You never have to touch a stair again."

"Eh, flying has its ups and downs," I say, and even stressed as I am, I can't help but giggle when Bat's faceplate goes completely blank in protest. I have to admit, he's always fun. I say, “And you seriously didn’t bring the whole gang with you?”

He looks around, demonstratively holding out his hands. “I’m the only one here, right? Paranoid much?”

The flippant response really bothers me, for some reason, and I feel that spike of anger again. I say, bitterly, “Well, I guess I have reason to be paranoid. Apparently, I’m awful at keeping secrets. For all I know, my real name is gonna be trending tomorrow.”

He swaps his digital emotion again, this time signifying laughter- but he doesn’t laugh, himself. God, I bet you could write a book on the nuances of Bat’s expressions. He says, “You? No way. You’re great at secrets."

Then, after a beat, he continues, "That is, uh- I peeped your social stuff, you know- Facebook, Twitter, Yelp reviews, etcetera. You look so normal it’s boring.”

“Then how-”

“It was, um. Kinda an accident, honestly,” he says, displaying a blush. “Don’t tell anyone, but I work at Optimus-”

“You work- what?” I interject, dumbfounded. “No, you don’t. At this point, I’m willing to bet cash that Optimus is tracking my periods- you’re not hiding nightly corporate sabotage from them.”

“Hey, does it bother you a little that your opinion of Optimus has gotten so low that you just automatically assume they’re committing unforgivable violations of privacy?”

“It bothers me plenty,” I admit, with a shrug. “It sucks, but that’s corporations for you.”

Bat shakes his head. “Wild. Anyway, I don’t get screened, for the same reason Scarlet Brighid doesn’t get screened. I’m above suspicion.”

That’s absolutely terrifying. I say, “If that’s true, then you’d have to be a board member, or something. Couldn’t you just talk to me directly?”

A big X flashes on the faceplate. Bat says, "Negative. If you think being high on the food chain means nobody will try to eat you, then you’re not suspicious enough. Case in point: I bet you didn’t even know about all the mics on your suit.”

I blink.

"My what?" I ask, genuinely mystified. "Bat, I don't have a-"

"You have thirteen microphones on you right now- I’ve been jamming them since before I called you." Bat cuts me off, and starts pointing at seemingly random parts of my costume. "There, there, there- that zipper there’s actually got a camera in it, not that Optimus would ever use the footage for transparency-"

I bat his hand away, irritated now. I've trusted him this far, but he could easily be just talking out of his ass. I just say, "I'm still on Optimus's side, Bat, even if they're invasive and weird. If you've called me here with the exact same 'Oh, Optimus is totally evil, trust us instead' pitch Wolf’s always trying on me, then I’m gonna get back to work."

"No, that's fine. I'm not asking you to trust my word," he says easily, before pulling something out of the pouch at his waist. It's a lanyard- the same style that important guests at Optimus tend to wear. Hanging from it is a keycard. He holds it out to me, and the card dangles there between us. "I'm asking you to trust this."

I take it, and rotate it in my hands. It's just plain white plastic- I have an identical card in one of my own pouches, since Optimus doesn't exactly go around writing things like 'SECRET SUB-LEVEL SIX ACCESS' on its keycards. I ask, dubiously, "And this tells me... what? Why do I want this?"

A cheeky smile lights across Bat's faceplate. He says, "You know how I'm sorta just, all up in Optimus's business? All the time?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're super cool. You've aged Paris Optima about twenty years with all the hacking, by the way, she hates you the most."

"Ah." The smile fades, replaced by a blank darkness. "Ouch. But um, anyway, I've read most of your chat logs with her-"

"Creepy."

"-and I know you've been cautioned, repeatedly, for asking about a particular room on Basement Level 10. It's down the end of a long hallway, no number on the door? Is that ringing any bells?"

At some point I started gripping that keycard very, very tight. I look down at it now, and feel my pulse quicken with equal parts excitement and dread. I say, "You're kidding, right? Not even Scarlet Brighid gets in there, she told me herself."

"Optimas only," Bat breathes it like a prayer. He's looking at the keycard very intently- or at least, I guess he is. His face is kinda angled towards it? "All-access- or at least, close enough. The right person could do a lot of damage with that keycard."

It was pretty obviously the wrong thing to say, and the way he straightens right back up tells me he realises that too. I pocket the card, then say, shaking my head, "You know what, you're probably right. If this belongs to an Optima, I need to take it to one. Like right now."

"Lana, wait, listen-"

"Where did you even get it?" I demand, taking a step back, wary of any sudden lunges. "No, don't answer that. Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd get in if I was caught using some bigwig's access card, Bat?"

He holds out his hands, placating. His faceplate stays blank, but I can hear something like panic in his voice as he says, "Yes, yes, I do- but I don't think you do, Lana, that's the problem-"

"It's not a big mystery, my guy! I'd get fired!"

"Fired?" Bat asks, with a laugh of disbelief. "They're not gonna- do you seriously think Optimus would fire you? The woman who can fight the entire Syndicate to a standstill on her own? You're irreplaceable, too."

Despite myself, I feel my face heat up at that description. I say, "That's... obviously a bit of an exaggeration."

"No, it isn't." In another context, those words might be an encouragement, or flattery- but Bat says them grimly, like he just thinks it's very unfortunate for me. "But that doesn't mean you're safe from them, it just means they have some other way to control you.”

I don't know what to say to that, so we just... stand there, staring warily at each other. I've heard enough to know I should just turn around and hop right back off the building, but... something in what Bat just said jolts out an old, forgotten memory. What was it that Marquis had said? Something about Optimus wrapping around you like a parasitic vine, controlling your every movement? I doubt she meant it literally, but…

Well, even if I've been acting the part in front of the Syndicate, I'm not just some corporate bootlicker. I said I trust 'Optimus', but that's not really true. I trust people in Optimus, the ones I know. I trust Rene, and I trust Scarlet. I trust Juliette, too, more than anything. If I rotate the thought around in my mind, I can even say that investigating the company isn't really betraying those people- really, I'd just be finding proof that the company deserves them. Right?

Or maybe I'm just looking for excuses to go somewhere I've been told I can't. I think that might be it.

Bat doesn't seem to mix well with silence. He buckles under the pressure, first by plastering a few new emotions on his faceplate (He settles on a tonally inappropriate smiley face- I guess this is how he forces a smile?), and then by saying, in a rush, "Look, if you're worried about getting caught, don't be. I'd be right there with you, and I can delete you from any logs you end up in."

I quirk an eyebrow. "You'll be with me?" I ask, doubtfully.

"I mean, uh. Digitally. You know. I'll be monitoring you, and inside the system," he says, and his mask becomes a blushy face. "And if what you find in that room doesn't convince you to listen, then... well, then we're done, I guess. But I wouldn't be here if I wasn't confident."

He closes the distance between us, and I let him. He holds out a gloved hand, and asks, "Whaddaya say? Frenemies?"

That's the last little nudge I need, and I won't pretend the fact that Bat's being a huge dork about this has nothing to do with it- I have a soft spot for dorks, as it happens. I clasp the proffered hand tight.

"Frenemies," I repeat, and we shake on that promise. A happy, pointless little thought occurs to me, and I say, “You know, if we’re ever not actively on opposite sides of a corporate war, there’s someone I’d really like to introduce you to.”

The handshake lingers, though not uncomfortably- this moment of truce is a soothing balm to the months of fighting each other, and I don’t think either of us want to be the one to end it. Plus, you know. I like Bat. We can hold hands a little if we want.

Finally, Bat’s faceplate changes- an angry face, again, though it doesn’t remotely match the cheer in his voice as he exclaims, “We’ve been frenemies for ten seconds and you’re already setting me up with someone? Is he at least cute!?”

“You have no idea,” I say, through a laugh. I let the hand drop, and fix the bright LEDs in Bat's mask with a stern glare. "But look, Bat, this isn't going to work twice. If this is just some kind of trick, I’ll…well, I won’t like you anymore.”

I meant it as a joke. There’s really nothing else I could do to him, revenge wise, or at least nothing I’d also be willing to do. And yet, Bat's response is completely sincere, his voice contrasting with the goofy, unchanged expression on his faceplate as he responds, “I know. I hope you can at least believe me when I say that I really, genuinely, do not want that.”

...Then he does change it, into a winky face, which kills the mood a little. I huff out a laugh and say, “Yeah, whatever, man. Listen, I have to go- they’re gonna wonder what I’m looking at.”

I take a few backward steps towards the edge of the roof (the building’s ‘top floor’, I correct myself internally), as Bat replies, “Yeah, it’s been a hot minute. When do you wanna do this?”

My foot lands on scaffolding, and I lean to take a peek over the edge of the building. It’s a long drop to the construction site below, maybe thirty floors. I say, “No time like the present, I guess. I’ve still got my patrol to finish- will you know when I’ve started?”

Bat shoots me a thumbs up. He says, “I can patch into your comm earpiece no problem, so we’ll be able to talk. Give me an hour, then just say 'hey'. We can go from there.”

I look at him a little dubiously. I have no idea where the dude lives, but just getting up here almost knocked him out. Could he even climb down and then get back to his secret bat-cave in time for that?

I gesture over my back with a thumb, and ask, “Do you, uh- do you want a lift down?”

He laughs, sounding just a little uncomfortable. Arms crossed, he says, “Um, no, I’m okay actually. Thanks.”

I insist, “You’re gonna have to climb all the way down. I can get you there in like ten seconds.”

“Or in like, one second…” he mutters, and he hesitantly joins me over at the edge. He takes a peek down at the street below, and shivers. “God, how do you do that?”

“It was scary at first,” I admit. I don’t mention that I still haven’t stopped having those nightmares where my power stops working mid flight and I plummet to the ground, because I’m not sure if that'd be much of a comfort. I step off the edge of the building, where I do not fall, but instead do a languorous midair twirl to face him (I can admit to showing off a little). I say, “Come on, you’ve seen me catch rocks big enough I think they technically count as continents. I can carry two people.”

Bat says, dryly, “Yeah, don't get Badger started on that. She says that fighting you just boils down to us finding fun new ways to give you ammunition.”

“What was it you said? You hope we can trust each other?” I ask, cutting through his nervous snark. I hold out my hand. "I’m not gonna make you, but- look, do you really think I’d just let you fall?”

"I know you wouldn't," he said, and he takes my hand, holding it tight.

#villainous nights #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction

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only-drink-to-get-drunk · 1 month

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hi and welcome to my little corner of the internet!! im fae or august (they/them). i promise i am not scary and would love to interact with you so do not be afraid to dm me <3 ill link my other socials below but im def most active here and on discord :]

basic info neurotipsy as fuck (neuroblackoutdrunk is more accurate); infp; birthday is june 13; study a lot; love sketching and reading, recently am getting into editing too; i love literature, history, psychology, sociology and business studies; i love writing; i love rain; the stars and moon are my besties i love them; greek mythology!!; i find historical fashion really interesting (actually. i find historical anything really interesting so feel free to infodump about anything in dms or asks<3)

my blogs @only-drink-to-get-drunk is here!! where i reblog things, do ask games and tag games, etc etc :] essentially my main but not my main bc no seconds of thought were put in when making my acc @the-faetes-and-stars-aligned is my writing blog, and set up as my main; this is where i send asks and like from (i don't answer asks on there publicly!! i will answer privately usually, but i def prefer asks on this blog where possible) @deception-is-an-art-form is where i post snippets of and talk about my main wip, but i might also talk about some other writing projects im doing @figments-of-nightmares is kinda just where i post random updates about my life and what im doing and also random thoughts @bloodymotherfucking-batshitcrazy is my fandom blog and also where i post my edits on here @caught-in-a-dusty-web-of-secrecy is my study blog @the-portrait-of-poison is my witchcraft blog

other socials discord: @/augustfaelovelace spotify: @/august <3 tiktok: @/augustfaelovelace instagram: @/a_heartbreak_in_remission

fandoms dead poets society; the grishaverse; the folk of the air; percy jackson; a good girls guide to murder; love classics and poetry; school for good and evil; definitely more i cant think of right now

music dylan; maisie peters; renee rapp; taylor swift; girl in red; xana; avril lavigne; msi; sabrina carpenter; skillet; florence + the machine; fletcher; mitski; queen; nf; guns n' roses; beth crowley; rosie darling; hozier; hayley kiyoko; lana del rey; isabel larosa; jessie paege; mcr; paramore; lizzy mcalpine; victoria carbol; cigarettes after sex; dead posey; faith marie; also a few musicals

bye ur amazing and have some cookies 🍪🍪🍪🍪

#faerambles #intro post

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moondal514 · 8 months

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aftg :) 📓

hi rory!

I can’t remember if I’ve talked about this wip on here yet or not but last year I made this plot outline for an au based on the book The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August by Catherine Webb. It’s pretty long (which is why I haven’t written it lol).

Trigger warning for excessive reincarnation/time loop-style major character death (Andrew dies a lot, often very young) and for mentions of child abuse and csa, per Andrew’s canonical trauma

So Andrew, Neil, and a few other characters are what are called “Ouroborans,” someone who is reborn into their same life over and over again. Per the rules of The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August universe, Ouroborans lived as normal babies until their 4th birthday. Then they get regain what memories of their previous turns at life they remember. Andrew is a special sort of Ouroboran because he remembers everything about every turn of his life he has ever taken thanks to his eidetic memory.

My idea for the fic is that it would be mostly from Andrew’s pov with occasional interludes from Neil.

Andrew’s 1st turn at his life is actually pretty good. He’s adopted at 4 by a pleasant but unremarkable conservative couple. The couple adopted him because they were infertile but thought that having a child was the sort of thing they’re supposed to do cuz blah blah heteronormativity or whatever. They’re not really all that interested in Andrew besides just being able to say that he’s their child and Andrew isn’t really interested in them. And so, he lives a pretty normal, albeit closeted, boring life. Unfortunately he dies young in an accident in college.

In his next life, he gets his memories back at 4 and subsequently becomes way too weird of a child for said conservative couple to adopt. He’s sent right back into the system and so begins his shitty foster care experience. From there Andrew reincarnates often because he usually dies very young from abuse, neglect, and/or straight up accidents. The oldest he lives is usually ~13 years (he doesn’t make it past living a few months with the Spears if he makes it that far) and he is never able to replicate that first life because he becomes a very strange (read: traumatized) child once he gets his memories back and it’s too off-putting for most families to want to adopt him.

This changes when Andrew meets Renee, also an Ouroboran. He learns there’s a whole community of people like him (though he learns that he’s weird for being able to perfectly remember all of his lives, as most Ouroborans only remember basic details about their past lives, but that doesn't surprise him because he already knew that his memory is weird). Of course Andrew’s a cynical little fuck and at first thinks Renee is a quack, so she flat-out stabs him like a badass and gives him a time and place to meet up with her his next life, which he does. Andrew doesn’t really care for any of the others in the Ouroboran community but he likes Renee because he thinks she’s cool. Unfortunately he falls out of contact with her when she gets adopted by Stephanie Walker.

Renee’s presence in Andrew’s life keeps him alive through that time period of his first few months living with the Spears, so for the first time, he lives long enough to learn about Aaron’s existence (which happens similarly to canon). What happens next is a montage of Andrew’s next few lives where he keeps dying in the process of trying to find ways to keep Aaron away from the Spear house. Eventually Andrew decides that the best way he can keep Aaron safe is remove himself from the equation, so he puts himself into juvie. There he meets Betsy, working as a therapist for juvie kids, and learns that she too is an Ouroboran. He strikes up a friendship with her and gets some real therapy for the 1st time in his many lives.

From there, things proceed as canon (except Andrew doesn’t tell Luther about Drake cuz in this au he ain’t telling anyone shit about his abuse) until Tilda’s car accident. Andrew dies in the car with her.

In Andrew’s next life after that, he goes looking for Betsy as soon as he can and basically her influence via phone keeps him alive long enough for things to mostly proceed as canon (with a couple exceptions: Andrew does his best to manipulate events, with Betsy's help, so that Aaron is out of Tilda's care as soon as possible and with the Hemmicks. Andrew also manages to not get arrested for defending Nicky) until PSU. During Andrew’s 1st year, Riko flat-out kills Andrew to get Kevin.

So for a while Andrew’s lives proceed mostly in this same fashion. PSU is the point at which Andrew’s lives get stuck at. If he lived long enough to make it to college, he can’t stop himself from making a deal with Kevin and every time he manages to get himself killed by Riko.

And then: enter Neil.

I’m stopping there because this outline is very long lol

Send me a “📓” emoji and I’ll tell you about a fic wip

#ask tag #mostlymaudlin #moonie writes #aftg

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renee561 · 6 months

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4 and 11!

4. A Communication of Looks

Ok you seem to be hitting all the s&s tonight lol.

This is just really a self indulgent fic about friends giving each other comfort across the trying assembly.

11. Back to the Beginning of the End

Ah. The controversial one. So I started writing this fic back in 2020/2021 after the hell year of 2020 where i lost 3 different people and my job. The only thing I could think to do was write. It's HP.

Minerva goes back to the end of Harry's first year to help him more then she did the first time. It's mainly told through her perspective where she almost tryst to deal with grief, a not yet war, and a putting together a puzzle she doesn't have all the information or pieces for.

It's very Mary sueish and over 100k already and I'm only into the beginning of year 2.

#renee talks wips #someone just so happens to be hitting all the sense and Sensibility fics lol #depression talk #harry potter #charmed ghosts

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jadelavender1301 · 1 year

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Wanted to share a small bit of a wip I am really proud of but will probably never see the light of day. Here is Andrew and Neil’s first “heart to heart” from Andrew’s perspective.

Andrew gives little regard to his own wellbeing. He focuses on his family, ignores the way the foxes talk to him and the threats Riko leveled at him when he rejected the ravens—then again when he stood between him and Kevin. What happens to him has never been a factor in any of his equations. But one thing he will fight for is control. He hates surprises, hates the feeling of the rug being pulled from under his feet.

Sometimes Neil Josten feels a little too much like falling.

He fought to keep his feet planted when Nicky stopped him halfway to the dance floor saying Neil had paid some busboy to knock him out. He told himself he was still in control as Aaron and Kevin dragged an unconscious Neil to the car. He convinced himself Neil was still losing when Andrew picked the lock to his own bathroom and found an open window and clogged toilet. He said he still got enough out of the trip when Renee stood between him and Neil’s safe.

But he couldn’t deny the feeling of losing his grip when Neil finally made it back, swimming in Wymack’s clothes and talking German.

“That’s unexpected. Did no one tell you I hate surprises?” It feels like an oversimplification.

“What makes you think I care?”

“How many languages do you speak, runaway?”

Neil ignored that just as easily as Andrew had ignored him. “Tell me why you did that.”

Andrew hated repeating himself. “I already did. I’m still waiting for your answer.”

“I answered you. I told you I’m not a mole. You’re insane if you think I am.”

It was laughable, the way Neil talks like Andrew is being difficult for not taking a pathological liar’s word as truth.

#my magnum opus fs… if I can ever get around to finishing it #I’ve got about the first book done (and am happy to share clips)#andrew minyard #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andreil #all for the game fanfic

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jtl-fics · 2 months

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(me, talking to every pet I come across) What a PRETTY BOY

WIP Wednesday 3/13/24 (CLOSED) | Pretty Boy

"Even Allison is coming to help." Dan points towards the woman herself who tossed her hair.

"Of course I'm coming to help, Renee asked." she says crossing her arms. "I'm handier than you would think." she looks to Dan who raises her own hands up placatingly.

"Allison is working on the costumes today." Andrew rolls his eyes.

#Thank you leee #FIC: Pretty Boy #AFTG #AFTG Fic #Neil Josten #Andrew Minyard #Andreil #Pretty Boy - Chapter 4 - 21 #3-13-24 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #08

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stabbyfoxandrew · 27 days

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Thank you for doing wip wednesday every week even when they are all fighting you💕 Could I get some arsonist neil/firefighter andrew please🙏

WIP Wednesday (4/3) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 131)

Andrew stares at her blankly. “You’re serious, aren't you?”

“Yep.”

Andrew sighs. Oh, let the ground swallow him up here and now. First, 10 still hasn’t answered. Now he’s got to put up with kids all day? Horrible start to his morning.

“What’s the matter, Minyard? You look like someone shit in your cereal,” says a voice Andrew loathes to hear. He turns to see Seth Gordon coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of Andrew’s Lucky Charms.

Andrew merely stares at him because he knew someone had been eating them. But Gordon? Andrew composes himself and ignores that idiot, because he’s not even supposed to be here. They’re on opposite schedules for a reason. It seems he must remind Wymack of this.

“You didn’t tell me about this,” Andrew directs at Renee, ignoring the cereal thief and their captain, who’s just walked in.

“We were afraid you'd quit.” She says with a teasing little smile that does nothing to help the situation.

“I might yet.” Andrew crosses his arms. “I am not talking to, looking at, or otherwise interacting with any children whatsoever. Understand?”

“It’s part of the job. Get over it or find a new gig,” says Wymack, clapping him on the shoulder. The others laugh at that. But Wymack leans down. “They won’t be here that long. Maybe an hour. Tops.”

“Just long enough for the city to be razed to the ground.” Andrew mutters.

“Love that positive thinking of yours,” Wymack says, then he heads into the kitchen.

“Come on, Andrew. You love kids.” Renee says. Andrew opens his mouth and closes it a couple of times, utterly dumbstruck by that sentence.

#ahhh it's a fight club in my docs. but we keep playing spin the bottle (i'm doing okay with some of them!)#andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew #🕊️#answered #anon

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springsaladgaming · 1 year

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hey there! 🌞🌱🌷 from the emoji ask! hope you’re doing alright :)

Hello! I'm doing great, I hope you are doing good as well!

Since I have two wips right now, I'll answer for both (even tho the other once has a different blog).

🌞 favourite character from current wip - It's hard to pick favorites cuz I kinda just like all of my characters, but I think at the moment for Ninelives, I'm feeling big Rene vibes. I love that he never lets the fact that he doesn't give up and never lets the fact that he doesn't have an ability hold him back from trying to help the others. In Valiant, I think I currently have a little favoritism toward Kiran, but I think that's largely because Kiran is genderfluid and I'm genderfluid and I'm just hyped about the representation. (You don't see a lot of genderfluid characters in IF, I feel like?)

🌱 book that inspired your wip - For Ninelives, it wasn't really any one book, unless you count the book that I was originally writing that later became Ninelives. But the book that Ninelives was born from was based loosely on Chuck Palahniuk's writing style (not necessarily a specific book though). For Valiant, it is mostly inspired by my favorite tropes along with a couple of movies and games that I like. There is one book, though—Speaker for the Dead, specifically the character Jane—that has inspired some of my general vibes about CAIT. Those who have read it will probably notice some similarities between them.

🌷 writing achievement you want to brag about - Oh gosh, I sadly don't have any achievements really worth bragging about, at least not within the last year. I guess I can brag about this: One of my friends recently got into writing for the first time, and now often seeks out my advice and asks me to peer review his work. It feels good knowing someone else in my life respects what I do enough to talk to me about their own work. Also just nice having someone to gush about writing to. (I don't have many IRL friends who are writers, so it's hard to have conversations about it because most people can't really relate.)

Thank you for the ask!

#ask #author asks #writing asks

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juicegremlin · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your post about your wips and would you mind expanding more on the Hunger Games au or really any other of your wips cuz they all sound intriguing

Would I mind?? Would I MIND?????? The day I mind, take me out behind the barn and shoot me.

**GONNA TALK ABT DRAKE FOR A BREIF SECOND**

Ok, so. Hunger Games. I’m thinking that Andrew grew up in district 4 or 7 (for plot reasons and definitely not just bc they’re my favorites aha) and when he’s fifteen or sixteen, former foster brother Drake’s name gets called in the reaping. Andrew doesn’t really care too much about it, but then AARON’S name gets called and Andrew has to volunteer, so he and Drake go into the games together. They end up being the last two left alive and Andrew kills Drake without hesitation, earning him the title “monster” bc it’s, like, super taboo to kill your district partner (even if said district partner deserves to be drawn, quartered, and sent through a wood chipper). Renee was also his mentor during all of this.

Ok, fast forward a couple years. Neil has picked district 7 (or 4???) to hide out in, and it’s his last year in the reaping. His name gets called and it’s just his fucking luck, right?? BUT IT IS bc Andrew is assigned to be his mentor. Neil is initially very skeptical bc Andrew’s reputation precedes him. Thus ensues lots of getting to know each other and ~private training lessons~ in the three week training period. Idk if I want them to kiss or not before the games?? Remains to be seen. Anyway, Neil navigating the games with Andrew pulling strings behind the scenes. After Neil wins they might run away together, idk idk idk.

Thank you so much for the ask!! Let me know if you want more details on any of the others ❤️❤️

#JuiceGremlin #aftg

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tropicalfreckles · 2 years

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Okay I still have to fix some anatomy and clean up stuff (I wanna do a full outline and color for them), BUT HERE IS A WIP OF LUPIN IV CHARACTERS.

Left to Right

Renee Lupin (her brother and her are hawaiian/french/japanese) (older twin, uses a magnum most of the time, other times uses brass knuckles) (while both her and her brother were thieves, he was more of an artist about it and she was way more seedier when she went solo. pissed off too many people eventually and had both Interpol and many criminal organizations on her ass. the better shot between the two, she doesn't piss off as many people as she used to now lol)

Lupin IV (weapon of choice is a Walther PPK) (younger twin, won the Lupin name in the end(Renee wanted to claim his name) during a few years of him and his sister being rivals from the ages of 17-24. he saved her life from when she flew too close to the sun and they both became partners after that) (both love the thrill of being a thief, he prides himself in doing things his own way)

Haru Archer (Jamaican/Japanese) (ex-mercenary for hire that was trying to rise up the ranks in the mafia that hired him. his deceased dad was friends with Daisuke Jigen, both used to be some of the top snipers in the business and that carried over to Haru, who is a great sniper and good at hand to hand combat to fend off people that try to flank him. He originally just took this job because he knew he had a skill for shooting and wanted to support his family, but his huge extended family cut off ties with him when they found out he was killing people for a living. Misses his estranged siblings a lot. Joined the Lupin gang after he failed to kill Renee, who his boss had old beef with and tried to kill him for his failure. Renee kept him from getting killed and the two sparked a respect and rivalry for their skills with guns. Joined because of her, becomes Lupin IV's best bro later.)

Ryoichi Ishikawa (Japanese and literally the baby of the kids and the shortest. he's actually not in a life of crime or anything like that in in anyway, he's the youngest brother of Goemon Ishikawa XIV, and is majoring in Japanese History and Mythos, along with minors in world history. He wants to be a professor, and although he doesn't understand the route his brother went, he respects it since it's how their dad was and keeps in touch with his older brother. Sometimes gets dragged into Lupin IV bs and groans about it. Not much of a fighter but knows how to use a gun enough to not get killed.)

Goemon Ishikawa XIV (Japanese as well, older brother of Ryoichi. didn't inherit the zantetsuken, actually earned it in a duel with his father. took many years to achieve, though, his dad whooped his ass a lot LOL. while walking a similar fashioned path as his father, he also tries to understand all the strange choices his whole family has made. half of them were bodyguards for hire, which made sense, but some of them (especially his dad) would take part in stealing from others. he has a bit of a black and white mindset for a while until he meets lupin twins on his path of self discovery, he is set to kill them. he never really respected or understood the legacy or man of lupin iii even tho he only vaguely remembers meeting him twice as a child, so he has about as much less respect for his kids as well. after failing a month of killing him, the people who hired him put a hit on goemon as a lesson for being a 'piss poor hire'. he had been pretty well keeping up with lupin twins, they just happened to get lucky every time in not dying. after a big fight breaks out and he takes down a lot of guys, he still gets his ass kicked to the teeth and lupin iv and renee save him. while he's healing him and lupin iv have a big enlightening talk that i have saved somewhere but i dont wanna write this longer than it is atm lol. it basically ends in him finding a newfound respect for them and ends up joining them a lot, tho he still goes off to do his own thing too)

Sayuri Mine (is this her real name? who knows lol, both her and her sister are cheeky like that) (Japanese, youngest Mine sister and a world infamous jewel thief. She does espionage from time to time with her sister, she's very much like her mother in many ways but also a bit different. For example, she doesn't backstab nearly as much as Fujiko since she's a tad more sentimental though she keeps things interesting and still likes to come out on top of everyone. Easier that way to protect yourself. She had met the Lupin twins briefly here and there as kids but totally forgot about that since she didn't pay it much mind, and ran into them again when Renee and Lupin IV had just started teaming up as adults. She ended up getting way with a famous painting over them since her appearance seemed to throw them off, much to Renee's annoyance. Ever since then she found their partnership intriguing and would get roped into things, Lupin IV enjoying how much of a wild card she could be.)

Kiyomi Mine (japanese, older sister of Sayuri and more of a spy than a thief. She prides herself in her work and wishes to be the best of the best in the espionage business. Same age as the Lupin twins, her and Renee have an interesting rapport even though Yomi always calls her out whenever Renee is bitching at Sayuri. she cannot stand lupin iv most of the time, thinks he has a head up his ass and is going to get her sister hurt. sometimes teams up with the lupin gang (mostly initiated by her little sister dragging her into it), always is dressed in a fashionable suit and is pretty versatile in many weapons.)

Kiyoko Zenigata (Japanese. Might have an older sister, still working on that idea, but she has taken the route of going to interpol in a similar fashion to her father, but she isn't an Interpol agent because of the Lupin twins. She became one after showing explementary work in Japan and was invited to join Interpol. A good chunk of her superiors do respect her and she does have people when she takes over a new Lupin taskforce that respect her, but it wasn't easy. She was originally given the new Lupin case as a joke that she wasn't very happy about, she wanted nothing to do with the name Lupin (even tho Lupin saved her as a child, and she had a soft respect for him); she thought it was ridiculous because she was a Zenigata that she got stuck with two brats living it up off their dumb father's name. Eventually after catching them the first time, she realizes it's not like that and has a new resolve to catch them for good. She sees a challenge to take that is worthy of her attention and goes for it. Kiyoko is very headstrong and has a huge resolve just like her father, although she actually has more of a life outside of her than he does. But she takes the case very seriously and puts her everything into it.

She's a divorced single mom to a teenage boy as well. The oldest of the whole group.)

#my art #wip #renee lupin #lupin iv #arsene lupin iv #lupin iii ocs #lupin the third #lupin iiii #ryoichi ishikawa #goemon ishikawa xiv #haru archer #sayuri mine #kiyoko zenigata #kiyomi mine #lupin iv gang #lupin twins

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