Domini's 2024 Fiction Round-Up:
I Wrote You A (Lot Of) Stor(ies)!
(633,459 words’ worth!)
Hi hi friends! I have written what experts might perhaps call a “truly bonkers” amount of Rizzoli & Isles fanfiction for you (and me, obviously) over this calendar year, and I figured since I have relentlessly appeared in your feeds with words and words and words, why not do it again, but with all the words in one place? So! Here they are!
The titles of each story link to their respective tumblr posts, in case you liked any of them and feel so moved to recommend them On Here; the AO3 links are the links that say AO3!
The list is arranged by genre, AUs are broken out into their respective genres/by chronology for handy reference! (The smut is also classed emotional/hedonism, in case you don’t want to get any feelings wedged in there on accident.)
I included the AO3 descriptions if you’re new to my stories, or missed any of them and are intrigued (real talk: I myself forgot about a couple of these); it’s a long post so the good stuff’s under the cut!
It’s been a delight and a pleasure for me, a person who can apparently only coax dopamine from their squeezed-dry brain by tip-tapping about These Two Idiots into the notes app, ideally between 8-14 hours a day, and I hope it has been at least tolerable for you.
Thank you love you <3
(And a friendly reminder from one of your local fictioneers: writing into a vacuum does, ironically, blow; tell a writer you like their stories today!)
LONGFORM AU
LATE MEDIEVAL (England 1389)
•The Austringer (AO3)
In 1389 Leicester, England, Lady Maura Isles meets a dashing, mysterious stranger and is drawn into a web of intrigue, danger, and forbidden romance to rival the most notorious of chivalric tales.
THE GILDED AGE (Boston/NYC 1885, London 1886): The Age of Wickedness (Series) (AO3)
•No Rest for the Wicked (2023, but it completes the set)(AO3)
In 1880s Boston, a private detective with a mysterious past meets an idiosyncratic, strong-willed physician; they quickly become embroiled in a series of grotesque, disturbing murders that mirror horrors long thought vanquished.
•The Ways of the Wicked (AO3)
Sequel to NO REST FOR THE WICKED, a Gilded Age AU. Jane and Maura continue their lives together in 1880s Boston, though their happiness is soon interrupted by a new string of brutal murders that draw together the police, the Church, Boston's notorious street gangs, and rapidly-shifting social attitudes, all casting a bright spotlight on the dark underbelly of a shining city.
•Some Wicked Thing (AO3)
The third installment in The Age of Wickedness follows Maura and Jane through their life together in 1885 Boston. A young woman from a notable society family is committed to an asylum under mysterious circumstances, and our heroes must enter a dark, dangerous world in order to discover the truth.
•Among the Weak and the Wicked (AO3)
Jane and Maura are obligated to travel to London after the death of Maura's father in order to participate in the complex and rigid mourning practices demanded of Maura’s social station. Constrained by etiquette to remain within the opulent-but-shrouded Hyde Park mansion ruled over by Maura's stern, proper grandmother Lady Margaret and joined in black-veiled isolation by the elegant, distant, recently-widowed Constanze Isles, the pair spend their days bored and frustrated by the strict and monotonous rules of mourning, until a series of bodies are discovered in the dim, silent manse—the killer almost certainly moving just as silently among them.
HARD-BOILED NOIR (Boston 1931)
•Hard Luck (AO3)
In Prohibition-era Boston, private detective Jane Rizzoli is pretty happy with her little life of catching wandering spouses, foiling blackmailers, and solving problems the police won't touch, until one stormy night a tear-stained dame walks into her office, asking her to solve the murder of her high-profile fiancé Garrett Fairfield, one of the city's most powerful men.
•Hot Agony Jazz (AO3)
A sequel to Hard Luck: A Hard-Boiled Noir
After the events a few months earlier, private detective Jane Rizzoli is holed up in her converted office over a shirt factory, laying low, until one day a phone call from her brother starts a chain of events that quickly spirals into a life-or-death situation for more than one person.
NOTE: this story progresses from the second ending of Hard Luck ("Fireworks")
COSMIC HORROR
• Mother-Thing (AO3)
A too-accurately translated invocation found at a crime scene leads to the arrival of an unexpected guest, and the unraveling of the fabric of the universe itself. Rating is for depictions of unnameable and consciousness-rending terror! Yay!
•I Dare You (tumblr only)
Ancient sex witches! Maura eats a marshmallow!
SERIAL KILLERS (Contemporary Boston)
•Folie à Deux (AO3) (ongoing, ad hoc)
Inspired by a tumblr post in which it was proposed that maura and jane are actually a hot, highly-accomplished serial murder team operating right under everyone's noses. it's very dark! and very creepy! if that is not your thing! don't worry about it!
SMUT (EMOTIONAL)
•Diaphananthe hedoniana (Sex Pollen) (AO3)
Maura drags Jane to the annual Isles Foundation gala where they’re both exposed to a mysterious chemical that does what mysterious chemicals do, but once it wears off, reality has to come back.
•You Can’t Go Home Again (AO3)
Three years after Paris, Jane and Maura run into each other.
•Beautiful, Brilliant, Talented (AO3)
Jane and Maura are at a bad place in their just-friends relationship and they each have very different ways of dealing with it.
SMUT (HEDONISM)
•Good Girl (g!p jane) (AO3)
jane wakes up with an unexpected new friend: an oblique transtasia
•Diaphananthe hedoniana, Chapters 1-3 only
•Beautiful, Brilliant, Talented, Part 2 (tumblr only)
someone(s?) shot a toddler (and six other people) at the big fuckass food festival today. two of them have died. the cops haven’t caught the shooter(s?) yet. one of the restaurants where I work is exactly one street over from where the shooting happened and is still locked down; nobody’s been allowed to leave for nearly two hours what with the shooter(s?) still being at large. i checked out the police radio feed just in time to hear a dispatcher send some unassigned patrol officers out on a suspect tip matching age/sex/clothing/location that was called in an hour ago “if they had the time.” the officers chuckled. they’ll get to it. have i mentioned the races of anyone involved. does that seem important to the story. does it change your understanding of it. fuck a society born from a lust for militant oppression and weaned on blood and money. fuck the spd specifically and forever. guns off the fucking blocks and into the fucking furnace (let the powerful lead by example, of course). peace power healing and justice to those families. all of them. acab. acab. acab.
my beloved patchouli plant Bilitis (originally one of a pair; her counterpart was Lasagna)(their names were a Rizzoli & Isles reference in that #jda and I have referred to both the show and the characters as Lasagna & Bilitis since approximately 2012) has finally succumbed to the relentless onslaught of the spider mites that no amount of neem oil and quarantine could fully banish; she had a solid 5-year run and today we shall listen to some Rusted Root and have wildly uninformed discussions about anarcho-syndicalism in her honor (I have already ordered two replacement seedlings as I am, for some reason, oddly attached to my patch plants; I’ve had at least one for the past ten years). Bilitis, we salute you.
I also made thc-infused chocolate-peanut butter-maple syrup ice cream with chopped pistachios and I’m calling it Snacks of Bilitis, why not (it’s the weed version of Fancy Butterfingers)
my beloved patchouli plant Bilitis (originally one of a pair; her counterpart was Lasagna)(their names were a Rizzoli & Isles reference in that #jda and I have referred to both the show and the characters as Lasagna & Bilitis since approximately 2012) has finally succumbed to the relentless onslaught of the spider mites that no amount of neem oil and quarantine could fully banish; she had a solid 5-year run and today we shall listen to some Rusted Root and have wildly uninformed discussions about anarcho-syndicalism in her honor (I have already ordered two replacement seedlings as I am, for some reason, oddly attached to my patch plants; I’ve had at least one for the past ten years). Bilitis, we salute you.
I mean yes obviously I objectify Hannah Waddingham but in the way one would objectify, like, a god, or the sunrise, or the concept of desire itself. there should be bronze statues of her in every town square. we should put her on money.
Saw The Odyssey (because I pay for this gd AMC Stubs A-List subscription so I better fuckin use it) and a) I remain steadfast in my conviction that Christopher Nolan makes the best human-style movies on Vulcan and b) I give it one and a half stars and that’s only for Samantha, Lupita, Jon Bernthal (he was so good!), Robert Pattinson once again playing a freaky little coward, and the cinematography; the rest felt like everybody was on eggshells forever worried they were on the verge of leaving some sort of trace (like every Nolan movie) and the whole thing lasted three hours and still came across like a Cliffs Notes version of the story
Also many people have been much more eloquent for many more years on the subject of Nolan vs. Writing A Female Character and as usual they’re all correct (I just start snarling and sputtering and yelping dead wife sick wife dead wife dead wife dead wife three lines of dialogue in a three-hour movie but that, too, is a thoughtful and reasoned entry into the arena of critique)
Saw The Odyssey (because I pay for this gd AMC Stubs A-List subscription so I better fuckin use it) and a) I remain steadfast in my conviction that Christopher Nolan makes the best human-style movies on Vulcan and b) I give it one and a half stars and that’s only for Samantha, Lupita, Jon Bernthal (he was so good!), Robert Pattinson once again playing a freaky little coward, and the cinematography; the rest felt like everybody was on eggshells forever worried they were on the verge of leaving some sort of trace (like every Nolan movie) and the whole thing lasted three hours and still came across like a Cliffs Notes version of the story
the main thing that reminds me this is still a Social Media Web Site with Big Accounts is seeing posts come across my dash that are deeply anodyne or banal or self-aggrandizing, obviously-made-up and-then-everyone-clapped morality fables that boil down to things like “ai sucks” or “murdering trans people is bad” or “don’t piss on the poor” that were posted eight days ago and somehow have 300k notes
The Miller Time Fallacy: the idea that somehow you and your friends should be allowed to skip the full wait list to sit at the bar because you’re “just gonna grab a drink” when it is an immutable fact that the bar is the location that fills up fastest and stays full longest; the fallacy comes into play because everyone sitting there is “just grabbing a drink,” because that’s what a bar is
The Miller Time Fallacy: the idea that somehow you and your friends should be allowed to skip the full wait list to sit at the bar because you’re “just gonna grab a drink” when it is an immutable fact that the bar is the location that fills up fastest and stays full longest; the fallacy comes into play because everyone sitting there is “just grabbing a drink,” because that’s what a bar is
Got a comment on one of my personal favorite fics (Hot Agony Jazz, the sequel to my hard-boiled noir AU Hard Luck) which was nice! Because those stories (HAJ especially) are kind of a tough sell, which is def reflected in their engagement numbers. But then the comment (from a registered user and everything) turned out to be a spoiler for several chapters further on??? Like, that was it, that was the comment. A major spoiler for the story, involving a character who wouldn’t be introduced for another thirty thousand words or so. I’m . . . I don’t even know. What a weird (shitty) thing to do??? Like, please engage with fic! But also . . . not like that?
I’m still so flexed about this, like, why would you do that????? why would you go back five chapters to leave one singular comment spoiling a huge plot point???? it’s not even a popular story!!! it is in fact my least popular story (even if the series is a personal favorite, which somehow makes it worse?????) I’m going to delete the comment, of course, in case anyone decides to give the piece a go, but I’m so mad about it; I’m so mad that not even small nice things (ie this low-stakes fandom) are safe from people needing to (literally) spoil them.
every millisecond of this day has been enough and yes it is the fault of the 70,000 tourists who have I guess never left even their living rooms before. this large vehicle you are utterly bewildered by is a city bus. surely they have buses in Indianapolis or Fort Worth or The Suburbs. stop asking the bus driver to clarify if this route goes downtown when they’ve said yes twice and also every passenger on the bus is literally shouting yes, this bus goes downtown and just get on the goddamned bus
Got a comment on one of my personal favorite fics (Hot Agony Jazz, the sequel to my hard-boiled noir AU Hard Luck) which was nice! Because those stories (HAJ especially) are kind of a tough sell, which is def reflected in their engagement numbers. But then the comment (from a registered user and everything) turned out to be a spoiler for several chapters further on??? Like, that was it, that was the comment. A major spoiler for the story, involving a character who wouldn’t be introduced for another thirty thousand words or so. I’m . . . I don’t even know. What a weird (shitty) thing to do??? Like, please engage with fic! But also . . . not like that?
the worst part is that the twenty minutes was waiting around until I had to go to work and now I’m at work so the waiting around clock has been reset for eight hours or so
