someone make some kind of au from this

Undercover ~ MAFIA!BTS AU PART 2

Paring: Jungkook x Reader ft. BTS

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,635 Words



You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked patiently at Jungkook.

 “Look Jun-”

 “I’m sorry. I was at a club with the guys, and there was someone, who we didn’t know, that apparently were making some kind of deal, and they started pointing guns at each other and we thought we could step in and get things under control.” Jungkook blurted out as he looked at you from your bed, as you bent down to clean the bloody tiles.

 You sighed heavily as you closed your eyes. Pursing your lips you threw the, now blood soaked, towels in the trash and washed your hands.

 You walked with long steps towards your king sized bed and looked at Jungkook with sad eyes.

 “I’m sorry that it happened to you,” You said as you placed your hand on his, that was resting on his stomach. He smiled at you and pulled you down so you were laying on his chest.

 “I’m better now” He kissed the top of your head, and pulled you even closer to him.

 It had been 2 weeks since the shooting at Jungkook’s club. He told you not to tell anyone so they didn’t get the police involved. You promised you wouldn’t and everything had so far gone back to normal. For you.

 Jungkook held a meeting with the 6 other boys and it was planned that Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung would do a drive-by shooting at one of Sooyoung’s parties.

 Sooyoung was dead of course, someone else had taken over. But this party was planned even before he died and they decided to keep the guest list and party location the same.

“ Jimin, Tae, Hoseok, and I are gonna do a drive-by at Sooyoung’s party,” Jungkook said, motioning one of the guards with a bag over. 

 He sat it down on the table in front of them and Jungkook moved forward to open it.

“Hoseok, I want you to drive.”Jungkook said, laying out a few guns on the table.

“And you three-” He said, pointing at Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin.

“Keep (Y/N) occupied. She’ll be coming over soon.” 

Jimin rolled his eyes and chuckled, “Still seeing her, huh?”

 Jungkook turned to him calmly, his fingers pushing the bullets into the magazine of his pistol. 

 “Yeah, I don’t get bored and fuck other girl’s behind her back either.” He smirked, raising an eyebrow at Jimin. Jimin decided not to strike back and just sat there and watched Jungkook’s fingers as they grabbed onto the next bullet.

 “Shut up you two. We need to get going. It’s starting soon.” Taehyung said, grabbing two of the remaining guns off of the table and walking towards the door.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

 “You’re right.” Jungkook nodded and grabbed his two, leaving two for Jimin. 

 Once they were ready, Hoseok got into the drivers seat, Jungkook was passenger, Taehyung was left back, Jimin was right. Hoseok drove just like everyone else, trying not to seem suspicious at all. 

 They drove slowly down the street at first, many people were sitting outside. A few children, but mostly men and women. 

 “They’re on both sides of the street. Jimin and I have right, Tae you have left. Shoot as many as you can, Hoseok leave in a minute and a half.” Jungkook said. 

 They all nodded and made sure they were loaded before getting in the correct position. Hoseok drove down the street again, then stopped in the middle of the main two houses everyone was at. Hoseok rolled down the windows while Jungkook counted down from 3. 

 “3…2…SHOOT!” He yelled. 

 Guns immediately went up and they shot at everyone. There were no specific people they were shooting at, they were making a statement. 

 They were stronger. Sooyoung is weak. 

 Women and children were screaming, running inside as quick as they possibly could. Men reached into their pockets for their gun, only to get shot in the process. 

 Hoseok’s foot was hovering over the pedal, waiting for Jungkook to say when to go. Jungkook reloaded as quick as he could, and shot at whoever was looking for somewhere to take cover when he finished. 

 There was a man, he was about mid-twenties. Jungkook smirked slightly and pulled the trigger, shooting him directly in the back. The man screamed in pain, falling to the ground. He watched as the blood soaked his shirt, and then began pooling on the concrete beneath him. 

 It was nearly a minute and a half later when Jungkook yelled for Hoseok to drive. His foot slammed down on the gas and they drove away quickly. Jimin sat and watched as they drove away. Men were laying in the lawn, dead. His eyebrows furrowed when he spotted a very small body laying near the steps to enter the house. 

 It was a child. A young boy no older than 6 or 7 years old was laying there dead. Jimin had shot and killed him. 

 “Jimin!” Taehyung yelled, trying to gain his attention. 

 Jimin jumped, and dropped the gun in the seat. He looked over at Taehyung, his vision was clouded with tears. 

 “The fuck happened to you?” He asked as it was odd behavior for Jimin. He’s never emotional when it comes to this. 

 “I-I… I just killed a fucking child Taehyung.” Jimin said as the tears streamed down his face. No one said a word, the car was filled with silence as they drove back to Hoseok’s to get cleaned up before heading back and seeing (Y/N).

They each showered and changed their clothes before heading back to Jungkook’s house. 

Namjoon, Yoongi, Seokjin, and (Y/N) were seated in the living room watching a movie while patiently waiting for them to arrive. Hoseok and Taehyung walked into the room and took a seat on the couch. 

 "(Y/N)! We’re here!“ They called cheerfully, to you, it seemed like nothing had happened. You had no idea that they had just murdered at least 8 people in cold blood, even a child. 

 Jungkook grabbed onto Jimin and pulled him to the side, not yet walking into the livingroom. 

 "What was that out there?” He asked, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed. 

Jimin leaned in and lowered his voice, “I shot a fucking child Jungkook.“ 

Jungkook sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “You didn’t mean to." 

 "But I did! That’s the thing! I did it!” His voice cracked, and he looked up at the ceiling, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

 "Man up Jimin! Grow a set of balls and stop being a little bitch!“ Jungkook raised his voice and threw his arms up. 

 "I can’t! Imagine if you were in my shoes!” Jimin raised his voice back, taking a step closer to him. 

 "If you can cheat on (Y/N) and not feel any emotion after she finds out, you can get over this.“ 

 "What does that have to do with anything?”

 Jungkook groaned and again ran a hand through his hair, “If you weren’t sensitive then, then don’t be sensitive now!” Jimin pushed Jungkook and he stumbled back before quickly gaining his balance and preparing for a fight. 

 It was at this point when you had run out and pulled Jungkook away from Jimin. 

 "Jungkook, calm down!“ You yelled, wrapping your arms around him from behind so he couldn’t move. Taehyung held Jimin back and he was kicking and yelling to try to get his hands on Jungkook. 

 "You’re a fucking liar Jungkook! Why don’t you go tell (Y/N) what just happened, huh!? I think she’d love to know!” He yelled while being pulled out of the room by Taehyung and Namjoon. 

 Jungkook stood and watched, you were tightly holding onto him and he couldn’t do anything. When Jimin had left, you let go of him and followed him to his bedroom. 

 "What was that?“ You asked, watching as Jungkook took a seat on the edge of the bed and worked on pulling off his pants, still having to be careful of his leg. It was still healing and he had to take his time. As he got it off, he walked over to one of his drawers and pulled out a pair of black basketball shorts and put on a white t-shirt. 

 "Nothing, he was being sensitive for no reason.” He shrugged, avoiding eye contact with you. He got in his usual spot in the middle of the bed and opened his arms, signaling for you to come lay with him. 

 You pulled off your pants and moved over to him and straddled his waist. This was a normal thing for you and Jungkook, he was patient and never made any moves with you yet. 

 His hands grabbed onto your hips and he looked up at you. You had on one of his shirts and had on a pair of black panties. Your hair was slightly messy but he thought you looked beautiful as always. 

 "What did he mean about you lying? What don’t I know?“ You asked, running your hands up and down his chest, he visibly shivered and tried to keep his cool. Sighing and ignoring your question, he pulled you in for a kiss. You quickly kissed back and you tangled your fingers in his hair, softly tugging on the dark brown locks.

 "J-jungkook… Answer me..” You whispered after you pulled away to breathe. 

  He bit his lip, “(Y/N) please.." 

 "Answer me Jungkook.” He tried to go in for another kiss but you pulled away and got off of him. 

Quickly pulling on your jeans, you grabbed your things and walked over to the door. “Call me when you wanna actually give me some answers, and not use me for sex." 

 You closed the door behind you and went home, not speaking to Jungkook again until he called you later the next day.

knowledgequeenabc  asked:

that au looks so fucking cool tbh ... what role do the itabros play? and is there any room for India in there? ;w;

ah thank you! so im actually making another masterpost with india, but it goes: 

once upon a time, the big bosses of the underworld crime syndicate are rome, turkey, persia, india, and china. a big shake up happens when someone takes out the italian patriarch. all the major players walk from the table. persia and india go off the grid. turkey “quits.” china reorganizes. russia emerges from the power vacuum. when greece (half-brother, and some kind of illegitimate underboss, im thinking) and spain (personal muscle) cut their losses and leave, thats what really buries any hope for an italian revival. ok, now give it ten years. and thats the climate for the modern timeline when america goes undercover and deals with the newly organized mafia families

by the time america enters the game, the italy brothers, who were very young when this all happened, have no power and not a penny to their family name. but what they do have is a lot of murderous self-righteousness, because who doesnt love shakespearean betrayal, family vendettas, and revenge plots?

“the game is rigged, but you cannot lose if you do not play” an eastern promises mafia au series


Name: PACIFIST!frisk (Aka Frisk)
Age: 7
Gender: Nonbinary
Sex: Female
Pronouns: They/Them
Guilty Pleasures: Flirting, anything sweet, Hugs, cuties, more flirting, making friends
Dislikes: Violence,Seeing someone cry

Extra Notes:

Paci!frisk is a pure hearted human and flirty type, They are the second falling human in Epictale Universe.
They will do anything to protect Their friends and the others from the underground.
however, They’re not a fighter because their magic is some kind of Light/Devine/Defense Type.

Their Determination will grow Stronger for every love and care for the Underground (no, im not talking about LV,Killing,Violence,EXP etc.)

soulkiba  asked:

Hey! I really love your speciesswap AU but I was just wondering, is Alfor in it too? Since I'm climbing down the Alforan hell atm I've just imagined him and Coran being together but he's still on earth while the other two idiots get stuck in space. Oh yeah, and does Thace also have a different role in the AU? Or are the Galra just the same? I hope that stuff wasn't asked before and that it's ok if I share my own ideas too ;;

Ok while I still got this in my head, ima gonna write it down quickly

So what I imagined for this AU

Coran was in a relationship with Alfor and Allura’s mother (poly all the way dudes~) Allura’s mom died when she was a kid and Alfor died when she was in her young teens. However, Alfor’s death was suspicious. Alfor was a CEO of an big inquisition/company that was in partnership with the Garssion (lets make em more shady, shall we). Haven’t decided what kind of company yet, but gotta do something with space. Alfor’s death was ruled out as natural causes. Coran and Allura believe it was foul play. Which relates to Allura’s suspension from the Garrison. She found suspicious material relating to her father and did some digging around. She confronted someone and that got her suspended.

now for Thace… i haven’t thought about it. prob will remain the same.

Commission: Moonstone dress

Haven’t posted any art on here in months, so I thought I’d share some of my commission pieces I did this summer.

This is a little scene from a human Toy Story/BLoSC AU fanfic where Star Command is having some kind of ceremony for it’s crew.

Mira Nova, as being Jessie’s best friend gives her a dress, which she knows it would catch the eyes of a certain someone. :D

The commissioner wanted some Star Wars and Star Trek outfits for Mira and Buzz to wear, which has been a bit challenging. (Never thought Buzz would make a good Price Charming in those clothes)

anonymous asked:

Les Mis Breakfast Club AU

After Javert leaves, Cosette makes it through two paragraphs of her “Why I’m in Detention” essay before someone speaks.

“Does anyone else feel like ‘because the administration are assholes’ is a valid answer to this writing prompt?” Bahorel asks from the back row, where he seems to be folding up his notebook paper into some kind of elaborate aircraft.

“That’s pretty much always the answer to the detention question,” says Courfeyrac, like he was waiting for it. “Unfortunately, being honest tends to get you extra detentions and no one has time for that. How about something shame-faced about not letting your temper get the better of you? They love that.”

“I’m going existential this time,” says Grantaire, two desks over from Cosette. He seems to have drawn an elaborate picture of a praying mantis in the upper corner of his picture already. “Like, why are any of us here? What brings us to this point?”

Enjolras, who sat front row dead center and glared Javert down the whole time he was lecturing them all, turns in his seat. “I’m talking about the systemic prejudices surrounding many of the rules the administration insists are worthy of Saturday detention.” Everyone nods like that’s only to be expected.

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Seven Thursdays, and Counting

*Shows up late to courferre week with starbucks* Did someone order a college/coffee shop courferre au??? {Also on AO3}

Day 1

“No, I’m not being overdramatic, Jehan, it’s a travesty,” Courfeyrac says into his phone, shouldering open the door to the coffee shop. It’s a little bigger than his usual place; more wooden furniture and art on the walls. Sunlight streams through the front windows behind him and make it a bit stuffy, but some things just can’t be helped.

“What kind of self-respecting caffeination station closes when they’re directly across from campus? Don’t they know hundreds of students are going to die, or even worse, flunk out? Don’t they know I was counting on—“ he loses his train of thought as he joins the end of the line. “Never mind, this is the best day of my life. Bye, love you.”

There’s only three people ahead of him.

Near the pick up area is a small table, piled high with text books and notebooks covered in colored post-its.

He has class in exactly seventeen minutes.

At the small table sits a guy (his age? A little older?) who pushes up his glasses, smudging them in the process, and frowns at them reproachfully.

It’s the most adorable thing Courfeyrac has ever seen in his life and he doesn’t even have the time to do anything about it.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! I've been following your blog for a while and I think we have pretty similar tastes! Do you maybe have any Clexa fic recs? I'm into AU's more than canon, and I've read pretty much all the really popular/completed ones...I'm willing to invest myself in a WIP if it's good though!

Hi! First, thanks for sticking with me! I have read a bunch of Clexa fanfiction at this point, so I’ll try to do my best to give you a few recommendations. I will admit, many of my favorite fanfictions are works in progress, but that’s okay! There’s so many amazing fanfictions, and they’re being updated constantly. Hopefully you’ll find something new to enjoy. 


These are a couple authors that I follow religiously. I enjoy their writing style regardless of what they choose to write about, and recommend any Clexa fictions that they have written. I’ll try to include as many tumblr blogs as possible, otherwise, most, if not all, can be found on Archive of Our Own.


Chrmdpoet or @chrmdpoet

Clarkesquad or @clarkesquad

Coeurdastronaute @coeurdastronaute **

EffortlesslyOpulant or @effortlessly-opulent


LordVoldyFarts or @aliciaclvrk

talentedgemx or @talentedgemx

thrace AO3

transientpermanence or @theahhamoment​ ***

Thebaddestwolf AO3 or @hedaswolf

Wariangle AO3 or @wariangle

Amazing, fluffy one-shots and prompts written in second person. Check it out, even if you’re wary of 2nd POV. They’re all so good.


Very prolific author with an entire arsenal of amazing AUs (of all kinds) and Canon fanfictions. All fanfictions are posted on their tumblr blog and can keep you occupied for hours. If you haven’t seen their blog, I highly recommend that you check it out.


Check out their Miscellaneous collection. Full of Canon/AU drabbles and well over 130K worth of content.


Between the Stacks by C_AND_B (COMPLETE)

“Your story, like all greats stories, begins in the library.

Your crush, like all great crushes, begins with her and her friends shouting (or rather, attempting to shout) penis in the library when you’re just trying to study for your exam.”

Lexa just wants to study but Clarke, well, Clarke can be very distracting.

Really cute College AU one-shot where a studious Lexa meets Clarke by yelling in the library. Honestly, everything written by this author is lighthearted and fun, though this may be my favorite. It is in 2nd POV (like all their other works), but it’s very well done.

Break Your Plans by pizzaoctavia or @debnamridley (WIP)

Clexa college!AU: in which Clarke grows tired of hearing Octavia and Lincoln’s escapades in the next room, so Lincoln offers her his apartment for study. He fails to mention his heavily tattooed hockey player roommate in the process.

A College AU with HockeyPlayer!Lexa and Artist!Clarke. It’s soft and hard, sweet and bitter, and enjoyable all around. Also one of the more popular fanfictions on AO3 (for good reason).

Can’t Bear is Without You by @fuscience (COMPLETE)

Clarke works at the mall and has an unlikely savior in the form of it’s mascot - Happy the Bear.


Lexa doesn’t hate her job, but she certainly doesn’t like it. At least, not until the girl from the food court starts giving her free food and drinks.

Cute and lighthearted one-shot featuring protective BearMascot!Lexa and Worker!Clarke. It’s entertaining and definitely worth a read if you haven’t checked it out before.

Eighty Days by @theahhamoment​ (WIP)

It takes two months, two weeks, and five days. Not that she’s counting, of course.

Coffee Shop AU but with lots of soul. It can get pretty heavy and introspective at times, but that’s its charm. There are currently three chapters (out of a planned total of five), and they’re definitely worth the wait.

Fearless by @aliciaclvrk (WIP)

Clarke needs someone to help with gas money. Lexa needs a ride home. They both need a way to escape. Clearly, a road trip across the country is the only solution.

Roadtrip AU by the talented aliciaclvrk (lordvoldyfarts on AO3). It’s one of my favorites and captures the raw essence of wanderlust perfectly. There’s something surprisingly soothing about taking a mental roadtrip with Lexa and Clarke as they escape their problems, give into their inhibitions, and inevitably fall in love. Highly recommended. (And recently updated!)

I Think I’ve Met You Before by kittymannequin (WIP)

You remember some things, but most of all, you remember her. Sometimes you wish you couldn’t, but the colour of her eyes is burned so much into your brain that if you try to blink it away, it makes you dizzy. So you let the thoughts of her consume you, until there’s nothing but blinding light in your mind and then it’s all over, for a little while. And then you hear a familiar voice.

One of many Elyza Lex AUs, but with a Soulmate AU overlay. It’s a personal favorite, and a guilty pleasure. Written in 2nd POV.

Lover in Low Light by @chrmdpoet (WIP)

Five years after their relationship’s end, college sweethearts Lexa and Clarke find themselves in the same city again. Now, they are different people with different lovers and different lives, but neither ever fully let the other go. Will what they once had still be all they are looking for, or is it finally time to truly let go and move on?

Please don’t let the WIP deter you. This is an amazing piece of fanfiction written by the lovely chrmdpoet. There’s so much raw emotion in this piece that will have you crying and rooting for the golden couple through their highs and lows. Highly recommended.

Love Is Blindness (I Don’t Want to See) by @effortlessly-opulent (WIP)

Powerful business executives by day, cutthroat kingpins by night, Lexa Woods and the Blake siblings have been rivals since they inherited their parents’ respective companies. When Clarke Griffin, fostered by the Blakes, has a chance encounter with Lexa, she’s sent to work for her and spy on her. Lexa Woods is no fool. And Clarke shouldn’t be falling in love with the enemy.

This is a 100K+ Gang AU updated Wednesdays/Sundays. It is one of my favorites, has amazing parallels to the show, and a great dynamic between our two female leads. It also isn’t lacking in our lovable grounders and delinquents. I am addicted to this story, and will happily encourage other people to try it out.

Women More Than Warriors by @steklir (WIP)

The first time Clarke sees her, she’s sitting on a throne, presiding over her dominion with a piercing stare and a crown of braids in her hair. Her warriors are spread at her feet, a multitude of them, all long-haired and wild and clad in identical brown regalia. There’s something of the sacred about her, like the crimson cloak draped across her shoulders and her divinity are one and the same.

An intricate BritishBoardingSchool!AU that incorporates many elements from canon into a practical modern setting. Very interesting read (understatement) and highly recommended. 

Origamis by DJayJay (WIP)

Clarke waits for someone to be able to take care of her boy’s injured wrist when Lexa steps in the hospital, bloody and selfless. Things definitly works out better than expected for a night at the hospital.


Clarke is a single mom and Lexa can make a rocket ship out of a piece of paper.

A College / Single Mom / Hospital Visit AU that will leave your teeth rotting from extreme fluff. It’s lighthearted, sweet, funny, and all kinds of adorable. Features Toddler!Aden, Mom!Clarke, and Biker!Lexa. (There might even be some Ranya). It’s currently at 26K words with three out of the four planned chapters uploaded. Basically, it’s almost done, so feel free to pick it up whenever.

Our Hearts (Have Minds of their Own) by @effortlessly-opulent (WIP)

Clarke is NOT going back to another family reunion without a fake girlfriend to shut everyone up. Lexa, her neighbor and friend, needs powerful clients like the Griffins for her up and coming business.

How inconvenient that they accidentally fall head-over-heels for each other in the process.

Another piece by effortlessly-opulent. This is a Fake Dating AU with a hint of Ranya. There aren’t too many chapters at the moment, but it’s already off to a great start. It’s updated every Wednesday. 

The Three Truths by @theahhamoment​ (COMPLETE)

It was always easy, until it wasn’t.

An emotional 68K+ Fake Dating AU, where Lexa agrees to pose as Clarke’s girlfriend while attending a family reunion / memorial. Like other works by transientpermanence, this deals with a bit of angst, and gets pretty serious at some points. Regardless, it is full of charming characters, and will make you laugh, cry, and grin like an idiot. Definitely one of my favorites.

Snow and Seances by @hedaswolf​ (COMPLETE)

“So,” Clarke says, clasping her hands together. “Guess we’re gonna be here for a while. What do you want to do?”

Lexa shrugs and smiles weakly, hoping the terror she’s feeling doesn’t show on her face. Because what she wants to do is run.

What she wants is to be anywhere other than snowed in at a romantic cabin with her probably straight crush.

Another one by the talented hedaswolf (because I can). I’m weak for anything that even has a pinch of Soulmate AU, and this is all the adorbs (It’s actually a SnowCabin / Snowed-In AU). Highly recommended. In fact, just read all of their stuff. P:

The Only One that Makes You Come (Running) by acid_glue234 (WIP)

Lexa stares at Clarke and Clarke stares right back with this look, and somehow they end up in Raven’s room on top of Raven’s bed.


the clexa AU where Clarke asks for more than she bargained for and Lexa doesn’t disappoint

Friends with Benefits AU. It’s another WIP (I’m plagued by them), but if you’re curious, you should still check it out. Warning: There is some angst, but that’s usually what happens when these two saps can’t fathom the other actually liking them.

When Love Becomes Reason by @clarkesquad (WIP)

The one where it’s not a love story, it’s a story of a girl who needs a plus one for her brother’s wedding (and a girl who needs to be at that wedding).

Spoilers: It’s a love story. It’s always a love story.

Another Fake Dating AU by the lovely clarkesquad. I will be honest, it has been a while since I read this gem, but it is good. Updates are infrequent, though that shouldn’t stop you from checking it out. If it isn’t your cup of tea, I still recommend checking out her other works.

Write Your Name (Across my Heart) by @hedaswolf​ (WIP*)

“Don’t worry, Princess,“ Raven says. “She hasn’t taken her break, yet.”

Clarke works in the cafe of her local bookstore and she’s kinda crushing on one of the girls who works on the floor. The only trouble is she doesn’t know her name.

Originally a two-shot and by popular demand, expanded to a WIP. Adorable Bookshop/Coffeeshop AU that I can’t gush about enough. Both girls are such saps, and you’ll be grinning like an idiot. Highly recommended. 

Canon AU

These are divergent (but still exists) in The 100 universe. I know you prefer AU, but I’ll list them here in case you’re curious.

High as a Kite by @fuscience (COMPLETE)

Lexa gets injured and doesn’t react very well to the medication. Raven stands as witness to it all and Clarke just gets to deal with it.

Lexa is lucky Clarke loves her. Truly.

A HeavilyMedicated!Lexa canon AU, but with substance. It’s told from the POV of Raven, and although the prompt is humorous, it does maintain a semblance of seriousness that is The 100 ‘verse. Lexa isn’t completely dopey, and Raven, with legitimate reason, is short of being fully sympathetic.

I Can Feel You by Tangledinprose (COMPLETE)

She’s shaky and weary and happy. And in pain from how much she feels. From how much she can feel. She closes her eyes again, focuses on the buzz against her ear.

‘Klark. Klark. Klark.’

She chokes, fear and want and impossible pressed against her lips. Tears escapes her eyes and she gasps.


That one-shot where Clarke is chosen to be the new Heda and is inherently connected to Lexa. You’ll feel for them both, and hopefully, obtain some closure. This actually makes Lexa’s death (a little) easier to swallow. 

Lightning Only Strikes Once by fiona_249 (WIP)

Consumed by grief, Clarke climbs Lexa’s tower, not really thinking through what she plans to do. But any plans get taken away when she’s struck by lightning, mysteriously transporting her back to before any of it happens.

Back in her cell on the Ark, Clarke remembers exactly what went wrong - and mysteriously, so does Lexa among her people on the ground. Between the two of them, can they get back to each other? Can they find a way to save both of their people and themselves? Or is the hatred surrounding them too strong?

This is my go-to fix it fic for the 307 debacle. It is a well written, Time Travel AU that respects the characters and the pure relationship between Clarke and Lexa. Also, people are alive! Updates come rather frequently, and though the chapters are relatively short, it is already 50K+ in length. Bonus: The Chapter titles are gold. 

this heart, fossilized and silent (once was tender and once was violent) by @chrmdpoet (COMPLETE)

Clarke is only three days into being a runaway when she realizes that she did not fully think this through. When she walked away from Camp Jaha, she took only herself, a handgun with limited ammunition, and the gnawing guilt inside her. Three days without food, water, fresh clothing, or bedding of any kind, however, and she is painfully aware of how foolish that decision had been.

This is the Canon AU, and what I usually read to push away the awfulness of the current season. No clexa masterpost fic rec is complete without this in its list. Definitely my favorite Season 3 AU period. Also the author of Lover in Low Light.

The Other Shore by precooked (COMPLETE)

Death is not the end.


Lexa dies. Clarke dies, too, and she wakes up.

A closure fix-it fic for the 307 debacle ending in another ‘verse. It left me feeling at peace, and I would recommend others to read this as well. (Think Lost).

The White Queen Running by KL_Morgan (WIP)

Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.

A canon divergence heavily colored by parallel words, soulmates, and IceQueen!Clarke. Interesting is an understatement. Very well written and personally recommended.

Gosh. This is a long list. It took much longer that I thought it would, but I wanted to be thorough. This is by no means complete, but suffice to say, there are many talented fanfiction authors in this fandom (shoutout to all that I tagged here). P: I hope this helps you out! (I might shamelessly use this for myself as a reference. Who knows, there may be updates.)

                                           BILGEWATER JAYCE
                                         (The Lonely Whaler)

Very little remains of the man he was once. Only scraps and tatters and little cogs he saved from around him the day he woke up.
He once was Jayce of Piltover: hero, inventor, publicly acclaimed figure. He embarked on a trip to Bilgewater to investigate over mystical crystals and power sources, but his ship crashed harshly on the rocky shores of the island and the accident almost cracked his skull open, leaving him unconscious and almost dead between the ruins of the sinking ship. Nothing of him was heard ever again and Piltover mourned his lost hero for long years.

But that same day, the Priestesses of Buhru saved a man from the rocky cliffs, taking care of him and bringing him back to life. He remembered nothing of his past, not even his name. The Priestesses thought he had been Blessed by Buhru with the gift of a new life and taught him their beliefs and ways. He learned eagerly, devoting his soul to the Bearded Mother, then headed to the city of Bilgewater to seek for help.

He found none, no trace of comprehension nor knowledge of who he was and what he could have been. So he settled to Bilgewater and threw his hopes to the roaring tides. The law of Bilgewater is swim or sink. And he began swimming.

❥ He’s a whaler. Big and strong, he knew from the very beginning how to withstand the pulls and jolts of a raging whale and mastered using the harpoon very quickly. 

❥ He build his own harpoon, with four hooks on an end and a bigger one on the other. He strapped some weird mechanical gear that he saved from his awakening to the bigger end, not much for function, but because it reminds him of something. He knows nothing more.

❥ He lives on a small boat harbored on a side bay, not far from the city of Bilgewater, but far enough so that any weirdly intentioned folks come to bother him. He enjoys his solitude.

❥ His devotion to Buhru gained him one Holy tattoo on his shoulder, something that only Priestesses have. He also has a giant kraken tattooed on his back and some people say that it can move its tentacles.

❥ He brings fish and food to the Priestess regularly as a gift.

❥ He’s almost completely deaf from his right ear.

❥ His head  and neck are covered in scars, one of the main reasons why he keeps his hair long to hide them. 

❥ One day he found two gambling cards on the ground of the market and grabbed them, sure that someday someone will claim them and he’ll be able to get them back to their owner. They sometimes seem to glow. 

❥ He likes singing praises to Buhru while fishing.

❥ He’s not part of a crew and prefers not spending much time traveling on the sea, fearful that the ship he’s on might sink again.

❥ People call him Jaye

❥ He’s quiet and kind. He’s a good listener and not much of a talker. He does enjoy telling stories, though, short cautionary tales that he creates to make people aware of Buhru and her teachings.

❥ He’s known for looking sad, as if he’s longing for something he has lost, mostly when he’s daydreaming. When asked, though, he always replies he’s fine and he’s lucky to be alive, and praises Buhru for that.

❥ The thought of finally finding his past, someone from it, some memories of it, his older self, now somehow scares him.

❥ He whistles masterfully

Amnesia (Luke Hemmings AU) Spotless Mind!Luke: Part 1

Hi! Caryn here! Okay so I had this idea to do an AU series inspired by the film Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (if you haven’t seen it then you totally should). I haven’t seen anything else written like this before, so I’m pretty excited. This is the first part of the series. A preface, if you will. It’s kinda like the tattoo soulmate AU with a twist. The rest of the parts will either be from (Y/N)’s or Luke’s POV (but mostly Luke’s). I’m making this first part kind of vague ON PURPOSE to build suspense in the other parts. Don’t fret, my little cherubs. All will be explained and revealed with time.

Word Count: 985

Rating: PG-13 for some language

Summary: In a world where medical technology has come leaps and bounds, the general public now has the option to have a procedure done to erase memories if they so wish. But is erasing the memory of someone who used to be your everything really the answer?

Luke’s POV

I lay in the hospital bed, the stiff mattress pushing angrily against my spine. The whole room is so bright. White walls. White counters. White floors. White blankets. But even with the bright room harshly burning into my retinas, my insides feel dark. Heavy. Hollow. I try to ignore the only person I allowed to sit in with me before my procedure. Ashton. I can feel his whiskey colored eyes lasering in on my expression, trying to pick me apart. 

I subconsciously pull my lip ring between my teeth and try to avoid eye contact with him at all costs. He may be the only person I want in pre-op with me, but that doesn’t mean he agrees with my decision to erase her from my mind. The silence in the room crushes me.

Ash sighs deeply from the tackily upholstered chair beside my bed. “Are you sure–” 

“For the love of God, Ashton. Yes. I’m sure,” I furiously cut him off. I don’t mean to sound so harsh, but I’m really not sure if I want this. But I do know that I don’t want to feel the pain I’ve been feeling. That I caused. That (Y/N) is also feeling, only magnified by one hundred. 

Even thinking her name makes my throat tighten. 

“You don’t have to go through with this, Luke. Just because she is doesn’t mean that you have to,” his words are soft. He really cares.

I rub my hand across my stubble-covered face. “Then what do you suppose I do? Sit around and live the rest of my life pretending that I don’t know her? That I don’t exist? That we never existed? That this fucking tattoo that has been on me since birth that I share with her because she’s my soulmate was just something I thought would look swell on my forearm?” I forcefully yank up my sleeve and force him to look at the image of a raven that will forever haunt me if I don’t do this. “Because that’s exactly what will happen if I don’t go through with this, too,” my voice cracks and I feel the all too familiar burning behind my blue eyes. I hate myself for cracking.

Ashton eyes the black ink for a moment before slowly dragging his eyes to meet mine. 

“But what about the circus? Where you took her for your first date? And you came bounding back inside the house after to tell me and Calum and Michael how you scored a kiss on the cheek, but it was the best moment of your life?”

My vision blurs. “Ashton, stop,” my voice comes out as a whisper as the night replays in my mind. I remember how her face lit up when we saw the elephants lumber out into the spotlight. 

“W-what about about how when (Y/N) would come over and spend the night with you, she would always wake up and fix all five of us pancakes for breakfast? And she would put peanut butter on her pancakes, and then syrup because she said Who gives a shit about the sugar content?”

“Ash, please,” I can’t help the trembling in my voice as the memories wash over me.

“What about how much you loved her? What about how much you love her, present tense? Yeah, you fucked up. But dammit, Luke, you bought an engagement ring–”

Get out! Get out, Ashton!” I snarl. The words fly out from between my gritted teeth. Furious, helpless, heartbroken, hot tears spill from my eyes and down my cheeks. He doesn’t move. 

“I’m having the procedure. I’m going to forget the way she said my name. I’m going to forget how it felt to fall asleep next to her. I’m going to forget the moment she told me she was leaving me. I’m going to forget about the stupid little things that make me want to jump in front of a bus right now. I’m going to forget (Y/N). Get the fuck out of my room.”

Ashton nods slowly, taking in every bitter, rage-filled word that spews from my mouth. “I’ll see you when you get out.”

And then he’s gone.

I don’t know how long I sit inside the room just staring at the wall. Occasionally glaring down at my raven tattoo through tear-soaked eyelashes. Hating myself for hurting her. Hating her for leaving me. Hating the pain that overwhelms every single one of my senses. Hating that every single memory we’ve built over the last three years of loving each other is tainted because of my stupidity. But eventually the doctor and his fleet of nurses waltz in and cart me away to the operating room, leaving me without a white wall to glare at.

I lie on the table, all the wires and machines hooked into my arms. 

“Alright, Luke. We’re going to count back from one hundred, and you should go under pretty soon after,” the doctor’s chirpy voice reaches my ears like nails on a chalkboard as he places a mask over my mouth and nose. “Breathe in,” he instructs. I take a deep breath.

This is it. 

“One more big breath for me, and we’ll start counting down.”

Everything is about to disappear.

“One hundred.”

Her eyes.


Her smile.

“Ninety-eight,” his voice is becoming distant.

Her laugh.


I can’t do this.


Wait, I can’t do this! I try to scream out the words, but it just comes out as a groan.


Please, stop! I can’t! I don’t want to forget her! The thought rings desperately through my mind. I claw at every memory. Every snippet of (Y/N) that I can remember. Every expression, every sound, every touch.

But it’s too late. My eyelids are too heavy. My mind is too hazy. And the world around me is turning into black velvet. It’s too late.

I don’t want to forget. 

believing makes it easy, ch. 1

a modern non-magical au where remus and sirius meet in a psych ward. remus is schizophrenic and lands there during an episode, sirius is forcibly institutionalized after his parents call the cops on him during an argument and claim he’s emotionally disturbed. based off some of my own experiences with schizophrenia and psych wards, though i decided for this fic not to write from the pov of someone who had been forcibly institutionalized because it’s kind of traumatic for me and probably for others reading this, too. ~8500 words. warning for discussion of suicide, self harm, psychosis, forced institutionalization, and psychiatric abuse. this fic will eventually be remus/sirius but you gotta give me time to get there.

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2.26.16 // 1:39 am

started the day with fresh, ended the day with fresh. 
started from the bottom and somehow i got even lower…

after going into the tag to find out his colors, i discovered some things and realized that no matter what au sans is in, he’s always using a facade to hide his inner torment and depression and that just makes me really sad hhhhh

anyway here’s ff!frisk and fresh sans because it’s that kind of day and someone suggested it

The Mechanic

“Here comes that idgit boyfriend of yours.  If you really loved him you’d make him get rid of that POS Continental.”

Dean grinned and wiped his hands off on a rag.  “It’s because I really love him that I let him keep his POS Continental.”

Bobby harrumphed and pointed a clipboard at him.  “You’re still on the clock, so no quick breaks that turn into two hour lunch-slash-nookie sessions in the backroom.”

“Dean made a face.  “Nookie?  No one calls it that anymore.”

“No making whoopie, then.”

“That’s even worse!” Dean groaned.

“And whatever you do, don’t let him get near the you-know-what.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean waved him off and stepped out of the garage and into the small parking lot in front of Singer’s Autoshop.

Castiel was parking his boat and blocking in two Hyundais and a Subaru, but that’s what those people got for not buying American.  His boyfriend slid out of the car, still wearing his green apron from the bookshop he worked at around the corner.

“You’re early,” Dean said with a smile, pulling him in for a tight hug.

Castiel grunted on his inhale as Dean squeezed him a little too tightly.  “God, Dean, I feel like you’re going to set me ablaze whenever we’re together.”

Den laughed and slid his arms down Castiel’s back until he could grip his hips and push him roughly against the side of the Continental.

“In a good way, I hope.”

“Yeah…” Castiel trailed off and let Dean kiss him.

Castiel wasn’t kidding—the heat between them was so different from Dean’s past experiences.  It had always been like electricity or static with the others.  With Cas—it was fire.  A warm little spark that glowed in his heart all the time and the barest touch of Castiel’s fingertips to his skin could ignite into an ardent conflagration that promised to consume him whole—burn him up into ash.  But he wasn’t afraid of it.  He craved it.  Which was a little frightening in and of itself.

“Dean,” Castiel’s weak voice cut through the roaring flames just enough for him to gather the shreds of his control and pull back.  He kept his hands on Cas’ waist and his lips against Cas’ lips—but he let them breathe.

“I can’t—“  Dean swallowed, suddenly thirsty.  “I can’t go out tonight.”

Cas nodded, his nose bumping Dean’s lightly.  “S’okay.  Came to tell you the same thing.”

Dean frowned.  “Why?”

Castiel laughed and pulled back enough for them to not look like two crazed psychopath nymphos in a public parking lot.

“What does it matter?  You can’t go out anyway.”

Dean shrugged.  “It doesn’t.”  Except that he was crazy and didn’t like other people spending time with Cas if he couldn’t.

“Relax, big boy.  It’s family stuff.  Nothing to be jealous about.”

“M’not jealous,” Dean pouted.

“I know,” Cas said patronizingly and patted his cheek.  “Anyway, it’s just tonight.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  Unless…after I’m done I can come over…?”  His voice lilted up hopefully.

Dean sighed.  “I wish I could say yes, but my thing could take awhile.  Family stuff.”

“Gotcha.”  Castiel cocked his head slightly.  “Can you imagine the day when ‘family stuff’ means each other?”

Dean let out a small laugh and blushed as he looked down.  “You proposing?”

“No…just thinking…what it would be like to bring you to one of my family events.”

Dean did the same, trying to imagine Cas armed to the teeth and covered in blood.  “No…I don’t want that…” he murmured.  “My family stuff…we’ll need to make our own family.”

“I’d like that…but…”

“Not now.”

Castiel nodded.  “Not now.  But…perhaps…”

He trailed off, seemingly unable to figure out when “then” would be.  Dean couldn’t help him.  He didn’t know either.

“Anyway,” Cas said, breaking the slightly dreary spell.  “That’s all I came to tell you.”

“You could’ve called,” Bobby said gruffly as he passed by them to give the keys to one of the blocked in cars to the owner.

“I could’ve,” Cas agreed.  “But then, I couldn’t do this.”  He leaned forward and kissed Dean again, and Dean moved his hands from Cas’ waist to his face to hold him close and not let him pull away.

When at last Castiel managed to disentangle himself from Dean, the owner of the blue Hyundai had been trying unsuccessfully to pull forward and back up twenty times in order to fit his car through the small gap left by the Continental.

“See you tomorrow,” Castiel said with a final kiss and got into his car.

Dean waved at him as he drove away, and then he walked back into the garage.  Bobby was eyeing him, but didn’t say anything.  He didn’t have to though; Bobby was just that good.

“No, I haven’t told Mom and Dad I’m dating a non-Hunter.  No, I don’t plan on doing it any time soon.  No, I don’t plan on breaking up with Cas.”

Bobby made a noncommittal grunt and continued looking over the clipboard in his hand.

“You just have to be aware of how these things end.  If he ever finds out you Hunt Magickers for a hobby, he’ll just think you’re insane.”

“It’s not a hobby.  Our ancestors managed to rid the world of magic once, we can do it again.”

“Must not have been completely rid if it’s still around today,” Bobby pointed out with his patented dry bluntness.

“Yeah…someone must have managed to escape.”

“Or was helped.”

“Who’d help a magic user?”

Bobby looked up from his clipboard and met Dean’s eyes.  “You know I’m not one for sentiment, boy, but don’t ever underestimate what love will make someone capable of.”

Dean dropped his eyes, feeling like that was some kind chastisement, or warning, directed at him.

“Yes, sir.”

Dean looked in the direction of Z.A. Books and wondered what Castiel would think if he knew there was magic in the world.  Dean turned his back to his surrogate uncle to hide his smile.  Cas’ excitement would probably set the whole world ablaze.

The windows of Steve’s office show how late it’s gotten if the dim state of the space outside didn’t clue him in. Bucky left hours ago now with a snarky comment Steve paid only half a mind to. Frankly he needs something to focus on right now. Not that his mind has made focusing on anything easy since he went to lecture at MIT with the mechanical engineering students. Steve hasn’t even thrown out the coffee stained oxford shirt either, it’s sitting in the laundry buried under socks and boxers.

Clacking of hard soled shoes reaches his ears making him look up from the blueprint sitting on his desk for his approval. He’s got a small stack of particulars about the material costs and estimated lead time on them all to determine a development schedule.

“Aren’t you impressed I lasted a week?” Tony Stark is leaning back against the door to his office, grinning at him. He’s wearing a tuxedo, not anything someone could pull off a rack or rent but it’s a step up from the jeans and sweatshirt he saw him in before wearing that same grin when he stumped Steve Rogers.

And he might have a point. Steve hasn’t stopped thinking about Tony since meeting him. It’s not ofter someone stumps him or even questions him the way Tony had within meeting him. Not to mention the young man is rather easy on the eyes.

Which might have prompted Steve to send Tony a flower’s shop worth of roses, and then some. Not to mention a few other things. Coffee, chocolate - things that would appeal to someone who needed to pull the hours a college student would surely. 

But he’d received no kind of reply other than for Bucky to call him stupid. Peggy hadn’t heard the whole of it just yet, but she’d surely take Bucky’s side. Sam had just put his hand in his face and left when Steve had asked if roses were the best choice or just cliche. Truthfully it had been rather unhelpful to his current plight. Natasha had just smirked and mentioned it was nice to see him have deeper feelings for someone than a puddle for a change.

Steve leans back in his head when he hears the click of the door lock. 

“Do you always go out of your way to try and charm strangers?” There is a hint of a playful bite in the words.

“The ones that are worth it.” Steve hears himself say, a bit surprised to find that’s true. Convincing someone to keep him company isn’t exactly a challenge for him, hasn’t been for some time. 

“And I’m worth it?” Tony is picking his way around the chairs and table for more business related purposes. The younger man lets his eyes search through the room, amused by what he sees. “And what did you plan to do with me when you got me?”

He hadn’t quite thought that far. Steve had been side-tracked by how much interested in was in Tony. He’d been refused and dealt with it fine plenty of times before. But Tony had been sweet when he’d ended up covering Steve in overly sweet coffee, dabbing at him with paper napkins like it would save his suit. Apologetic and nervous. Then he’d been so very smart, the likes of which Steve saw rarely even with his job. 

Steve had a type and he knew this. Tony fit it. Fit it a little too well if his interest spoke of itself.

“Anything.” He hadn’t meant to say that.

The words were out there, nothing he could snatch back. For the laugh it earned from Tony he didn’t see why he’d have wanted to. 

Tony bent at the waist, palms resting down on the top of the desk. The print crinkled under his hands but Steve found his eyes caught on Tony instead. Smiling and with a mischief in his eyes Tony was difficult to ignore, tantalizingly close. Steve was surprised how much he just wanted to pull him across the desk closer.

Attraction was no strange to him. He’d had his share of bedfellows who had been alluring, almost irresistible in their draw. Or perhaps he didn’t know what it felt like for attraction to be this magnetic. Steve felt almost bewitched, outside of his own will at how he found his desire for Tony Stark. Perhaps the strangest part of his attraction was he found he wanted something that was not limited to what he had shared with his past lovers. A good long night of memories was all good and fine, even if they faded so quickly, but instead he wanted more than one night. Selfish as it might have been he wanted to keep Tony coming back if he succumbed to come at all. Affection wasn’t in short supply for him to offer but he didn’t want to spoil them like this. Didn’t want to offer them so much so easily as he did now.

It might have been his wishful thinking but Tony’s face seemed to soften. Tony loosened his tie and pulled the knot loose while coming around the side of the desk. After that he opened the button at the collar of his shirt. 

“Not giving me much to work with.” 

But Steve was distracted in watching Tony shrug off the tuxedo jacket, letting it drop to the floor without wasting thought on it. Further driven to distraction when the cummerbund came loose, edge catching the desk as it fell. 

“Mean gone to that much effort to get my attention to not give me any direction when I get here? Want me to go for the door so you can stop me, sweep me up off my feet? You might be the closet romantic type. Or would you rather pretend I’m some kind of rent boy? Am I your Eliza Doolittle to polish up and set into the world?” Tony reaches for and pulls Steve’s tie to hang between them. “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.”

Steve finds the words more than enough provocation to reach forward and pull Tony closer. His own feet shifting a parting to make space between his knees for Tony to stand. He’s still seated, leaving Tony standing over him as he is. Tie unknotted, hanging around his neck and collar open. It’s enough to make Steve rest his hands on Tony’s sides drawing him closer until they rest on his back. The material under his hands is smooth and smells clean. 

Somehow it is particularly easy to rest his head against Tony’s chest. The infers that drag up over his neck into his hair is more comforting than sensual. 

“I don’t want to change you.” The confession feels almost natural with their position. 

Almost in approval the hands in his hair smooth it back into place. 

“You want me.” Tony mutters against the crown of his head like it’s a secret between them. There’s a taunting satisfaction in his tone.

“I do.” He can only grip at the shirt under his hands further. He wants Tony there, with him. 

A hand drifts down and rests against Steve’s jaw. A thumb sweeps lightly over his cheek before the grip coaxes him to look upwards. 

“Maybe you should be in your bed at home to do this Boss.”

Steve is confused by the statement, but more by the drastic change in Tony’s tone. Gone is the teasing siren call, replaced with a low concern. Tony’s face is still just as it was before, eyes bright and intent on him. 


A hand on his shoulder jolts Steve upwards, sitting up in his chair bewildered at the change. His office is empty, Tony is no where to be found and his chair is pulled in to the edge of the desk. His elbow is damp for some reason and a glance at the desk proves he’s spilled coffee everywhere. 


Happy is standing on the other side of the desk frowning down at him. He’s a kind man and it shows on his face.

“Mr. Hogan.” Steve clears his throat after hoping he’ll sound less like he’s been gargling glass for it. 

“Fell asleep in your office. Should go home to get some sleep Boss.” Happy sounds worried.

Steve’s eyes check the empty office for someone who isn’t there and can’t imagine staying. “I think you’re right. Thank you…for waking me up.”

“Bad dream?”

Steve is standing up ignoring the way his back cracks to do so. “No, not exactly.” It wasn’t bad but more telling about his current loneliness than he was comfortable than admitting with himself.

“Wanna talk about it? Supposed to help.” Happy offers.

The look of trepidation on Happy’s face is enough to convince Steve sharing would only be mean spirited. “No, but thank you. I can see myself out.”

“I’m just going to get back to my rounds…” 

Steve nods to the gesture that Happy makes. He’s quick to leave but Steve doesn’t pay it too much mind. He’s still trying to shake off the lingering traces of his dream. He doesn’t mean to think about clever hands or smart eyes while he wipes himself down of stale coffee with a few tissues but he does. Everything just rounds back to Tony lately.

If he could make himself mind more than he does, it would have been easier to handle. Instead Steve wonders if something a little less difficult to ignore than flowers would let him see Tony in person again.

On his way out of the office he’s already contemplating some kind of singing messenger service. 

Damn Disney Movies

Here’s my first submission for SoMa Week 2015! 

Warning: This fic contains spoilers for Disney’s Big Hero 6. If you haven’t watched it, some things may not make much sense (I also recommend watching it ASAP because it’s a fantastic movie). Otherwise, Enjoy!

Soma College AU: Day 1, Geeking Out

It was starting to appear everywhere.

On her computer, her bed, her clothes– hell, even her phone case –the little white blob man was infecting his girlfriend’s dorm.

Soul Evans certainly hadn’t expected this kind of reaction when she and their friend Patti had gone to see that animated Disney movie a couple of months ago, especially from someone as no-nonsense as Maka Albarn. Yet, he finds himself glaring down at the little marshmallow-man plush doll nestled between the various pillows on her bed, wondering how his girlfriend thought it was “cute”.

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the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul - feralphoenix - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

 Try as you might, you still need him. You’re useless without him. And—you love him, you do; you like to think that you would have chosen Asriel anyway, even without all this. He supports you, treasures you, makes you laugh, makes you feel safe. But the more you think about just how dependent on him you are, the more exhausted you become. If he is a bastion of safety, then you are the ivy wrapped around the walls. You may very well pull him down with you, in the end.

Or: Chara comes to a decision and meets some resistance.

this is the fourth part of my series you can only use your own! if you’re new to this au, you should probably start from the first story, someone else’s fire.

this story takes place three years after love does not make me gentle or kind; chara and asriel are now 21. it centers around chara’s dissatisfaction with their role in the dreemurr household, what they decide to do about it, and the reactions of the people around them. it’s also got a fair bit of focus on their relationship with asgore!

and there are more cameos from the extended undertale cast, of course :3

please give the warning notes at the beginning of the story a look before you proceed, too!

anonymous asked:

So if all the supernatural is replaced with mafia then we could have some steter along the lines of: "Oh shit, aren't you Peter Hale? From the Hale Famiglia?" "Why, yes, Stiles. I am Peter Hale. Though you may want to redefine your thoughts on the... Famiglia. Kind of hard to have one when your nephew makes the fuckup of dating someone from a rival Famiglia."

Ooh, yeah. Steter mafia AU. Where Stiles is a freelance assassin allied to the McCall Famiglia (actually, he and Scott grew up together so they’re totally more family than Family, but Stiles gets itchy feet and chafes under orders so he just does whatever he wants until Scott gets into trouble and Stiles has to bail him out of it, and it works for them). Laura is head of the Hale Famiglia with Peter working in the shadows to support his niece - a less cunning boss than her mother was, if he’s honest, and he always brutally is when he talks to (mocks) her - and then there’s his idiot nephew who does nothing but brood these days, whether he’s eating dinner with them or completing an assignment (the last time a sniper had Derek in his sights, Peter almost didn’t shoot said sniper before they shot Derek; he thinks that’s a bad mindset to have amongst Family but when he remembers his dead wife and child, he thinks, next time…). Then there’s Cora, who ran off at the first opportunity for a normal college life instead of settling into the family business, and that’s where she meets Stiles, student by day, assassin at all other times. They hit it off, like Cora-all-but-moves-into-Stiles’-dorm-room-because-her-roommate-is-a-bitch sort of hit it off, but then someone tries to kill her (from Deucalion’s Famiglia, cuz they want to take over the Hales’ territory, and offing them all is a good start), and Stiles is there to stop the assassination attempt before taking her to meet the McCall Family for protection because she doesn’t want to run home and have Laura tell her I-told-you-it-wasn’t-going-to-work-out.

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I have to give credit to all the best keynotes here to my brother, who suggested both that Amane would mistake the Spirit of the Ring for Ryou and that she should be a cute glasses girl.

I basically treated them as twins for this for convenience’s sake.  (The same is true of the other Amane AU I’m doing this August.)

Also: I will basically use any excuse to get Tristan away from Serenity.  Even having him white-knight at someone else.

In the event that I do more posts for this AU (probably will, Marik doesn’t even show up in any of these pics)…

…I’m tagging it #Yami no Oniichan

Requests are still open until August 8!

'Lemonade' - SNK; JeanMarco

Happy birthday, eruried - I hope you have a great day! :) I wish this could have been longer, better, etc. But I hope you’ll like it anyway! (Thanks for pitching in the idea for little sis’ name!)

Title: ’Lemonade’ (SNK; JeanMarco) 2.8K words, PG13?

Summary: "You - really? Well… you could’ve mentioned it before now!“

Marco & Jean make some lemonade…

(Modern AU; boys are about 15-16 here?)

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High School AU || Nick & __

Someone must have warned the staff before hand about the kind of person Nick was, because as soon as he stepped on campus, he was being frisked. Either that, or they were making assumptions - after all, he was just some poor kid from the ‘ghetto’, he couldn’t be safe. It certainly wasn’t the warmest welcome. 

Nick was sent here by his mother, who despite already being practically worked to death decided to take on double shifts so that she could send Nick to a better school. Somewhere where he wouldn’t be getting into fights every other week, associating with gang members, or dealing drugs (he’d argue that he could still do the latter easily, but he didn’t want to back talk his mother.) Most of all, his mother knew how to play him. She was working so hard to send him here that he couldn’t slack off and flunk out. As bad of a kid as he was, he respected his mother and simply couldn’t do that to her. 

So he walks down the hall, pulling slightly at his tie as he seems to have a brief staring contest with everyone he passes. He feels like an animal among them, but he shakes that off and simply heads to class.