#FallenAU2

[snarkyspider]

Switch Up the Batteries|| Carol & Peter (Swapping Bodies AU)

One moment, Peter was listening to his music, tinkering with some tech, and then the next he was... somewhere else. Somewhere very else.

Looking down at himself, there were a couple of things he knew he didn’t have. His balance was off as well, and Peter’s hands -- no, they weren’t his hands, not truly -- went to where he hoped there were pockets. Fortunately, the... person... he was in seemed to be wearing jeans, and their cell phone was in the pocket.

Thinking quickly, Peter called his own cell phone, trying to not panic as he processed that he was not in his own body. 

“Why do these things happen to me?” he asked no one in particular, hoping the person in his body would be able to pick up. “Tony’s never gonna believe me. Or let me live this down...”

[zippo-fan-blog]

Pink & Red || St. John & OPEN (Mashup AU)

AU mashup: ‘We were drunk in Vegas and got married by Elvis, and I don’t even know who you are’ AU, crossed with His Dark Materials

The first thing St. John noticed when he blearily opened his eyes was that he was laying face down on a bed that was a frankly alarming shade of pink.

The second thing he noticed was the ring on his finger, and then, very quickly after that, the pounding headache that spoke of a night of far too many drinks.

“What the fuck,” he grumbled, groggily lifting his head to peer around the room, squinting to see through the hair he’d couldn’t be bothered swiping away from his face. His daemon Aesina was curled into a ball at his feet, her long quills twitching in whatever dreams porcupines had. And there was some person on the other side of the bed heart-shaped bed. Oh, God, they were in a honeymoon suite.

John glanced down at his arm, gratefully noting that he at least still had his clothes on. Then he promptly shoved at the other person. “Get me coffee,” he groaned pitifully, “whoever the fuck you are. I can’t deal with this shit without coffee.”

[capsrogers]

different colors | peter & steve (modern art school AU)

After finishing up his final paper for his history course, Steve dragged himself to the arts lab to work on his final project. Finals week was hell; it was past midnight at this point, Steve was running on much too little sleep, he’s had too many cups of coffee. He did not want to deal with this, but the sooner he finished, the more sleep he could get. That was all that he could ask for at the moment. He packed his art supplies into his backpack, pulled on a jacket, refilled his mug of coffee, then trekked on over to the arts lab on the other side of campus.

He dropped down into the seat of his favorite computer station and plugged in his drawing tablet. He grumbled to himself about the sensitivity of the tablet messing up again. It was an older model as it was one of the cheaper ones, but it was what he had to work with. It did what it was supposed to do, so he couldn’t complain too much. 

He pulled up his latest project -- “Cliché Sketches with a Modern Twist” -- and started working on some unfinished drawings. One of which was a nude portrait. Instead of it being a sketch done live, he was creating one from scratch in a digital form. 

[lornaofdane-blog-blog-blog]

More Than Testing || Lorna & Open || Post-XMFC AU

Setting: Exactly three years after the events of X-Men: First Class. Location: Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester County. Background: One month ago, Lorna Dane showed up at the mansion after being found by Charles Xavier. Upon her arrival, she was escorted to the labs by the Professor where she was informed of her relations with Magneto. In the next few days that ensued, a Mutant by the name of Mesmero showed up in an attempt to take her away. Now, things are starting to settle. It’s getting easier. But what exactly does it mean to  be an X-Man? NOTE: Lorna’s background is based on this audio drama. The characters can be adapted to fit the XMFC storyline. Also, please ignore the fact that Lorna had shown up in DOFP as a kid…

Two young adults, rushed towards the same room at the same time, the male laughing loudly as the green-haired female followed behind, annoyed by the fact that he was faster on his feet than she was. As Sean Cassidy slipped through the gap in his bedroom doorway and locked the door behind him, Lorna Dane losing by being two seconds too late. She stared at the door, a frustrated pout on her face as on the other side, he gave out a loud guffaw.

“That’s not even funny, Sean!” Lorna cried, slamming a hand against the wood before reaching for the doorknob. She hoped he’d get stuck inside. That would serve him right for swapping the salt and the sugar in the kitchen. Oldest trick in the book and yet she hadn’t seen it coming. She needed to be just as sneaking as he was. God, Sean was hard to get along with, but get along she did. After all, there were worse people in the world. Like her father for instance. She hadn’t spoken to the man, and didn’t intend to, but she had heard about what had happened in Cuba after a brief break down from Charles, and to find out that she was related to him had been a shock beyond all words. But the school was a safe place, and she could believe that now.

There was a growing handful of them living in the mansion, and no doubt Charles was keeping tabs on their activity. Recently he had been reaching out for more students, picking up teachers along the way and taking them into  his welcome arms to educate and be educated. She supposed it was worth it if people were getting something out of it. Before her arrival, Lorna had thought of herself as one of the oddities that was spoken about in hushed voices, eyes following as she made her way through town. Now she was on a team of people like her.

“Come out, you idiot!” She groaned, giving the handle another tug before kicking the door frame and giving in. She didn’t have the energy for this. Not after spending an entire day with the Professor himself, practicing and working on her strengths and weaknesses while Hank took notes in the background. That was what happened with such a small amount of students, you see. Everyone got at least one one-to-one session with the man in charge. It was both a good and a bad thing. “Urgh!”

Come now, Lorna. He’s just testing you.

“Thanks for that, Prof. But he’s always just a little bit more than testing.”

[samanthashford]

They’re Harmless || How To Train Your Dragon AU

“They won’t hurt you if you just know how to handle them. Of course if you walk up to them with a spear they’re going to lash out.” 

[leofitz-engineer-blog]

Dragon & Dioptase // Alex & Fitz AU

Humming lightly to himself, Dio slung the saddle and straps against his shoulder, hefting the heavy leather out of the stables. He needed to get across the training yard to reach his workshop, something that wasn’t typically a hard task, but may end up being more challenging if kids were practicing with their dragons. He loved watching them work with their little dragons; both learning what rider and creature meant by certain commands. 

He brought his chin up to stare into the sunlight, trying to see just where everyone was so he knew whether he needed to run or not. Sometimes dragons liked to spit fire, acid, or ice on new people, and he had been burned more than enough times to know it was safer to look. 

Deeming the coast clear, he picked his way across the grass and hefted the leather up higher, making it to his workshop without incident. Dumping the equipment into the closest corner, Dioptase ran a hand through his curls and stepped out back, looking out onto the river that ran near his shop. It was always comforting, and more than a little convenient when he could dump hot iron out back, or take a quick dip to cool off. 

As he looked out, he saw something new a little bit upstream. Frowning, he hurried up the grass embankment, getting as close to the object as possible while still staying dry. It was large and black-like onyx- and while it seemed to fit with the rocks in the riverbed, he knew it wasn’t an old feature. 

Dio judged the distance in between himself and the object and waded into the river, the rushing water getting up to his knees before it leveled out. If a storm had passed by, the water could have been powerful enough to rush the rock downstream. . . but it had only been light rain for weeks now. When he neared the object, Dio reached his hand out to touch the surface, expecting a cool touch but meeting a sharp pain instead. 

With a quick cry, he clutched his wrist and looked at the marking, not seeing the object begin rocking, nor the cracks start to appear along its surface. When he did finally notice, it seemed too late to even move; he could only watch as a web of cracks appeared. “There is no way-”

[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

Now, If My Calculations Are Correct|| Mat & Tony (Time Travel/1920′s AU)

Tony hadn’t gotten into the business to invent time travel--that is, when he’d slapped his first name onto the desk (Stark was already covered, written in wide human-sized letters on the side of the building; his father never did do anything small, and hell, neither did Tony) and called himself owner and CEO of his father’s business, the one and only Stark Industries, the greatest thing he’d ever thought he’d invent was a bomb. Fast forward through a lengthy stay in Afghanistan, a newly developed fear of water, and a gigantic disk in the center of his chest, and bombs were off the to-do list, replaced instead by green energy, a reboot of their medical department, and, well, whatever Tony could string together with the materials of his workshop and call “suitable.” Time-travel? Still not on the docket, not even in the realm of possibilities. But when a cosmic episode came streaming in through your front door, when the reports were off the charts, and suddenly everything you’d only seen in a sci-fi movie became a working theory of reality? It sufficed to say that Tony has picked up his tools and gotten started immediately. 

And he’d expected the pitfalls--trust him, after years of waking up with his hair sticking up to the ceiling, still buzzing from the last electrocution episode, or finding that the computer he’d thought he was stripping become sentient over night, he was very, very much used to the pitfalls. He might be a genius, might--if he had anything to say about it--be the best in the business, but then, even Edison took a hundred tries to invent the lightbulb. What Tony didn’t expect--not when he’d just started working on the device, not when every single one of his test runs had failed--was to wake up in the smashed remnants of his Iron Man suit in a gritty New York alley and realize that, hey, that bright light that had hit him mid-fight with the Avengers? Not a bad guy ray, but the misfire of his own invention because that store front across the street is not from the twenty-first century. 

Stuck like a turtle on its back, Tony tried to maneuver the suit back into a working position, must have called JARVIS a dozen times, but neither JARVIS nor the technology that operated the suit had been invented yet--and that was bullshit, completely not how Tony thought time-travel would work, and he was doing to die, crushed to death in his own futuristic suit in a piss-filled alley’s in the damned 1920′s. Marty McFly had lied to him on every account, and if he ever got out of there, he was going to sue. 

[snarkyspider]

Smells Like Teen Spirit || Leo & Peter (High School Siblings AU)

Peter shut his locker after cramming approximately a hundred science and math textbooks into his backpack. School was hectic, but for a freshman in high school, that was to be expected. Add in the fact that Peter was almost deliriously easy to tease, and it was an interesting combo. One that Peter dealt with through copious amounts of reading, Science!, reading Science!, and caffeine.

He put the lock back on, and put his headphones in, effectively muting him from the rest of the world. There was a couple making out three lockers down from him, and two jocks talking about practice after school; Peter figured he wasn’t actually missing all that much. He was just doing one final check to make sure he had everything, and then he turned right around... to see his older brother, Leo.

“Hey,” Peter said, with a little bit of attitude behind it. “Shouldn’t you be off doing the cool science with Dad?” Peter didn’t quite have access to the labs at the moment. There was something about an experiment gone slightly wrong that had led to JARVIS banning him, with both of his parents backing the AI up.

[agent--sharoncarter-blog]

New School // High School AU

Do you think you could help a new student? I’m a bit lost, and looking for History 204.

[zippo-fan-blog]

Ghost In The Machine || Paranormal AU

hey you

yeah, y ou, the idiot [input unrecognized] looking at your phone screen

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo words po p ping up on your phone without your input?? get over it quick. we all know ghosts exist and here’s one using yo ur voice-to-text to talk to you. 2spoopy, i know

i need you to do a thing for me. you see that guy sitting opposite you in the cafe? punch him in the F ACE

[dr-bettyross]

Stay Silent // Enchanted Forest AU

Not many people actually try and speak with me while I’m riding- making this trip either very important, or very naive. What do you need, child?

[fallengrant]

a little irony || baby au || sharon & grant

It had been ten months since he had seen Sharon Carter, which he had believed was a blessing in disguise. It was often said that hatred and passion were two things that went hand in hand, but their last meeting had taken that to an entirely new level. It wasn’t anything Grant hadn’t experienced before, but even he had his limits -- and dealing with the self-loathing blazing in Sharon’s eyes after their night together was definitely one of those experiences. 

He hadn’t thought anything of her absence, and while, yes, he sometimes reflected on just how passionate she could be, he did his best to shove her from his mind entirely. It wasn’t until he was dragged to Sharon’s doorstep that the truth came crashing down on him, collapsing his world as suddenly and entirely as a house of cards. 

He was never meant to be a father. 

It took him an entire hour to ring the doorbell. He had not been nervous when he killed SHIELD agents for Garrett. He had not been frightened when he pushed the button to release the pod carrying Fitz and Simmons. Hell, he hadn’t even been anxious as he escaped from prison. This? This was something entirely different, and no words would form that could properly describe it. Even as Sharon answered the door, he could do little more than tilt his chin upward and look at her with an expression that promised he knew the truth and that he was there for that very reason. 

[leofitz-engineer-blog]

He’s Just a Kid // Tony & Fitz AU

He was right next to his mum when she slipped away; his hand was in hers and his face was actually dry. Leo was nine years old; his father was a mystery, his mother was his whole world, and now he was going to be alone forever. Clenching his jaw as tight as possible, Fitz looked over to the nurse and stared as she unhooked the heart monitor that had gone static hours ago. Everyone left him; even the lawyer his mother hired to ensure he would be taken care of. He half expected that to be his life now; everyone just shuffling him from one temporary caretaker to the next. What did he matter anyway? He was just a kid. 

One of the things that really bit him was the fact that no one let him stay for his mother’s funeral. He saw the casket get carried away, but when he was shuffled into a car, they didn’t follow the box. He was zipped along the New York streets, right up to some giant tower. And when it came time to head up, he refused to leave the car; he was clutching a lego car in one hand, and the door handle in the other. He had no idea why he was here, or who was up there, but he didn’t want to leave. Not without something familiar or comforting or believable. 

One of the men in the front seat literally grabbed him around the waist and pulled him out of the car, Leo just smacking his hands against the man’s biceps and crying out for his mom. He didn’t see the lawyer at the front steps until his voice cut through and demanded he stop shrieking- it was giving him a headache. He grabbed Leo around the shoulders and propelled him through the door, someone else grabbing his little suitcase and box of legos, and both escorted him up to some private floor in the tower. 

Fitz stared down at his shows when someone new came by; this person a woman judging by her heels and bare legs. Apparently her name was ‘Pepper’ and she was going to take him to see someone ‘very special.’ He was the one that reached up and wrapped his little hand around hers, trusting her more than the men beside him. Together, they walked down the hall and paused by some glass door- staring in on a man who appeared to be doing nothing but studying a machine. 

[tonyshellheadstark-blog]

Helping Hand || Paranormal AU

“Voice activated type: revolutionizing the world of ghost interactions since the birth of Siri. now if she’d just stop asking me to repeat everything ten times this might actually work.

Calling all living beings with physical hands. I need a favor. Can’t offer any compensation, but hey, how often do you get to work with the dead?”

[snarkyspider]

Zero to Hero || Peter & Open (Disney Prince AU)

Prince Peter groaned, and dropped the sword after failing to block yet another attack. “Come on, do I really have to do this?” he asked, and rubbed a bruised semi-muscle. “Can’t I just... I dunno... call down the fiery wrath of someone? Or someones? Like a dragon. I could get used to calling down dragon fire.”

He knew why he had to keep practicing, of course. His aunt, Her Majesty Queen Regent May of House Parker, First of Her Name, was holding the throne for him until he was of legal majority to rule, and counting every day until he did -- she was ill-suited to the pomp and circumstance, she claimed, even if she was a brilliant hand at domestic matters. Until that day came, though, he was on the advanced course to being the Best King That Ever Was, and some things (like learning how to swordfight) made him regret ever being born royalty.

“Seriously, though, who’s going to stick me on the battlefield?” Peter put down the shield, too, and walked over to where a jug of cool fresh water had been placed. The young prince grabbed himself a cup, and held one out for the other person. “Everyone knows I was sick as a kid, and I’m not married yet; no one’s gonna risk losing me AND ending the entire royal line while they’re at it.”

[agent--sharoncarter-blog]

We Need a Divorce // Viktor & Sharon AU

‘It’ll be great for publicity. Really- it’ll only help your sales go through the roof!’ Someone really had to break it to their agents that the whole ‘lovers’ idea was taken too damn far. Sharon rolled her eyes and threw back the covers to her bed, padding over to her closet hangers to grab the housecoat she kept close at hand. She and Viktor had never slept in the same bed, not even in the beginning part of the relationship when they seemed to be trying to get along. Tying it close to her waist, Mrs. Cart- Hartmut combed her hair, brushed her teeth, and slipped out of the room to sneak to the kitchen. 

In all honesty, the less the ‘couple’ saw of one another, the better the days always seemed to end up. 

Sharon started the coffee maker as she rummaged for some eggs, making her breakfast as silently as possible. She stopped trying to see when Viktor got up anymore, and she flat-out refused to make his breakfast anymore; not since his last complaint about it. So instead, she hummed lightly, scrambled some eggs, and tried her hardest to give herself the most peace as possible. If Viktor came down and tried to give her shit, she was more than happy to give it right back to him. That was what they did, after all. Ruined one another’s day as best as possible.