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Not Luck (That I Love You)
What happens when @kadi219 and I discuss Fritz and Brenda's marriage and the fact that he deserves better, and that Sharon might be better? I'll tell you what happens. My muse decides that Sharon is already spoken for, but that Fritz is allowed to have a crush on her.
In which Sharon is freaked out, Andy plays marriage counselor, and our two idiots are very much in love.
Not Luck (That I Love You)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/78864561
In the car, she checks her watch and lets out a little hmph in the back of her throat before reaching for the car’s radio dial, turning the radio softly to the sports AM channel until Vin Scully’s voice fills the silence between them. Hi, everybody, and a very pleasant good evening to you, wherever you may be.
“You don’t mind, do you? I try not to miss a game if I can help it.”
He raises an eyebrow at her in surprise. “No kidding. You didn’t really, y’know, strike me as the type.”
“The type to enjoy America’s favorite pastime?” Her tone was doing that sing-song thing he was starting to realize was the way she teased, leading the other person to realize how phenomenally stupid their question actually was. “Everyone likes baseball, Lieutenant.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Well yeah, but you’re, y’know–” She half-turns in the passenger seat next to him, watching him with an expression he’s seen in interrogation more than once, the one that she pastes on while their suspect talks themselves into a corner. On the receiving end of it now, he understands why her success rate is so high. He’d say just about anything to get her to stop looking at him like that. He reaches for his coffee and takes a healthy swig, avoiding her eyes. “Never mind, Captain.”
(Or, Andy and Sharon as told through the LA Dodgers.)
Never Give All the Heart, pt. 1
As requested by @blossom--of--snow and @glittermermaid18
On her 30th birthday, it was a book. She hadn’t expected anything – hadn’t even considered that he might know her birthday – so the poorly wrapped package on her desk had her more suspicious than anything else. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of her coworkers had left her a ‘gift’ that, at best, had to be thrown in the trash and at worst required a very embarrassing call to building maintenance.
A book. Well worn and well loved, if the feathery soft pages were any indication, some words traced over so lovingly that the ink had smudged. I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. Yeats, her favorite of all the Irish poets. Andy Flynn’s as well, if the book were any indication.
She thumbed through the pages, so absorbed in the words that she didn’t notice a slip of paper flutter to her lap until she’d put away the book and turned her attention to a stack of folders, on top of which was yet another write-up for one Detective Andy Flynn. For a moment she wondered if the book were just a ruse to sneak into her office and swipe the complaint form before she could review it, but it wasn’t like Andy to hide from his actions. No, he’d wait for her to read the file and then only too happily fill her in on all the gory details his CO had omitted from the report. It was a huge breach of protocol, a suspect in an investigation having a private conversation regarding an officer-related incident, but it was an even bigger breach of protocol for the investigating officer to conduct the interview in her bed, late at night, and naked, so she wasn’t in any position to be throwing stones. She also wasn’t in any position to be turning away the only man in recent memory who showed interest in a return visit to her bed, even if doing so might eventually get her fired.
Eventually, but not today. She put all thoughts of her private life out of her head and started to read. For two hours she read, made notes, scheduled meetings and wrote reports. By 10am her energy was starting to flag. She reached high above her head and stretched, listening with some satisfaction to the popping and cracking of her spine. Rolling her neck forward, she caught sight of a slip of white on her lap. Must have been in one of the files, she thought.
She unfolded the paper. Written in Andy’s bold strokes, a verse and nothing more –
‘But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire.’
‘Oh no, my dear, let all that be; What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me.’
A smile tugged at her lips as she whispered the words. She was 30 years old. Her husband could barely stand to be in the same room as her, her coworkers hated her, she was struggling under enormous debt, but she had fire. In you, in me – she had fire, and when her fire dwindled to embers, she had Andy to keep her warm.
Help with Major Crimes fanfiction?
Once again, I can't remember the titles of the fics I'm looking for.
One was a Christmas fic, pre shandy, pre everything, where the two idiots are in the same team to plan the LAPD Christmas party. I don't remember if it was ever completed tho, and it's on ao3.
The second one, idk where I read it, maybe ffnet? It's still pre shandy, where Andy keeps having dreams of him and Sharon in... compromising positions, let's say, and at some point I think he even tells Sharon
Chapter two of my Shandy fic, Married Life:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12777313/2/Married-Life
All fluff - everyone’s healthy, everyone’s happy.
Again - prompts are welcome! Thanks for reading!
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She spends the ceremony watching him. Oh, she wasn’t lying—she does love weddings. And Andy’s daughter is beautiful and the flowers are elegant and the candles and lights twinkle softly and there is an undeniable air of peace and adoration in the air. She loves the collective intake of breath as Nicole comes down the aisle.
While everyone looks at Nicole, her eyes drift to her lieutenant. His eyes are watery and red-rimmed and his arm is steady as his daughter holds on, his other hand carefully and tenderly holding his daughter’s.
(Or, Andy and Sharon go to Nicole's wedding.)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/80440311/chapters/211231031
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