#Stray AU

[cosmicpoutine]

finally, stray tim civie design. yes in this au janet is alive and well thank you for asking. (divorced too and she knows about stray tim) i guess tim works as janet's assistant? idk yet

[madge-nius]

here is some fanart I made based off @cosmicpoutine ‘s Stray au!!!

[banloart]

I know Doc isn't a vet, but I wish the first time we saw him was like this

[thlayli-ra]

'Three Strays'

For @ripleyflair @paladinofmoonlight @rheastwin17 and everybody else who requested a soft Punkintyre pic. This one is from the Stray AU. (I took some creative licence with Larry's colouring to tone him in)

[astrayrozeyy]

Stray but band!au because yes. (My favorite au out of 25 aus I made)

Info :

Clementine (main singer), Momo (Guitarist + Vocal support), Doc (Drums), Zbaltazar (Violin/Tradisional instruments + Vocal support)

I made more bands in this au, someday I will draw them!! The ones I have rn are The Outsiders (outsiders), Wires and Codes (Elliot+Nestor), Rust Resonance (Seamus, Jacob, Morusque). MORE YET TO COMEE.

[attie-rattie]

Tim stray!au !!!!!

I love the stray au when its not used for timjay honestly (timjay grosses me out lmao)

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Mousequerade Ball …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ♡ ༘*.ﾟ

《Stray!Au Dick Grayson / Reader》

{In which you play "princess" in hopes of saving one. Too bad theives and mercs are on your tail.}

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"(Y/N), you gotta sit still." Barbra chides, wiping away the smeared lip gloss on your cheek. Re-applying the expenisve brand as you try not to sweat away your make-up.

"I-I know.. Just, nervous."

The red-head smiles in reassurance, petting your flushed skin.

"So your going to a party, big deal."

Your eyes widen. "Babs, I have to protect a princess and her jewelry from a hit! Not only that but-" You ramble, frazzeld as your friend sighs at the mess of gloss.

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Adjusting the mask, you wore, walking carefully, you started looking around for anyone suspicous! But given strange looks by other party guests, you bashfully stood beside the wall. Hoping for the mission to be over as a bigger body slides up to you.

"Hello again, Mouse."

You froze, feeling a hand slide to your shoulder, shifting to your neck then tracing over your ear until taking hold of you left earring carefully. Breaking it in peices as you stood motionlessly.

Crying in your head, knowing Bruce will get so mad at the broken intercom as you glare at Deathstroke. Knowing it'd be badly timed to catch him, you prayed that Batman or Batgirl were close by.

"Hi..." Your brows furrow, pouting as you hold your dress. Taking a step away, huffing as you do your best to ignore him. While he chuckles mockingly stepping on the long fabric of your gown. Causing you to yelp and wobble in your steps Catching the attention of a curious eyed-cat burglar.

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Moon-eyed, you avert your gaze to the side. Bodies flushed together as the thief leads you in the dance.

Gripping your chin, Stray smiles down at you. Making sure your eyes were on him than anyone else. Your lashes flutter slighly, accepting his grip. Letting him indulge in your innocent gaze as he smiles. Not the usual smirks and cocky remarks. Genuine as his eyes gleam with hidden desires.

His hands gently tracing your waist as the two sway. The song slowly ends, instead of leaving your side. His grip on you become tighter, letting out a suprised squeak, he eagerly grabs and drags you along.

Quietly whinning a protest as he shushed you, making sure you were in his arms.

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A minute pass midnight, you leave Batman's side as he and Commissioner Gordon talked about the events that transpired.

With a busted lip and tattered dress, you sit on one of the balcony benches, raising your right leg. Wincing when seeing the bloodied heel of your foot dripping into the shoes soles.

Taking off the plastice, glass-like heel, you notice one was missing!

Where could of it gone!?

B' was gonna give you hell in training for this...

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[Something I came up with that didn't fit in Mouse-Trap! Fan art, asks, comments and reblogs are appcriated!]

[ceemi]

me when i have free will

[marmaladedcroissant]

Could you talk about the stray au?

Stray AU can very quickly be summed up by: I saw Darry, he's a literally sad wet cat, so obv I did smth abt that. I stuck him in a jar and shook the crap out of it. I love the project dearly, and I even have a fic being worked on as of right now, I had hoped it would be co-written, but that's not turning out so well.

Stray as it is right now, with how I have certain things planned, is going to be at or well over twenty (Hopefully long) chapters.

It's taking much longer than expected, and there is already one version of it up right now on AO3. That co-writer left me, and I'm still trying to emotionally deal with it? But Stray AU is being worked on! I'm actively making more and more ideas as time goes on, adding little things here and there to the story.

Feel free to send me asks for anything about it you would like to know, though certain things may be shrouded in mystery until I can finish the fic ;)

[junespriince]

Stray au

Wally, open his apartment door: hey birdie, couldn't get enough of me, huh?

Dick: where the chemicals.

Wally: boo, no fun, I'm not even using them! They're just for display.

Dick: just... Just give them to me back.

Wally: can't, auntie ivy called dips. She wants to dispose of them properly.

Dick: okay, and my Wallet?

Wally, sighs: no fun birdie *hands over the wallet*

Dick: and my phone.

Wally: ugh.

Dick: and my kiss.

Wally, handing him all this stop: I didn't steal a.... *Blushing*

Dick, smug: not yet you haven't ~

[blindpawdoo]

Clementine has a hard time experiencing new emotions such as love.

Seamoon

Clemomo but bird

Clem crow and Momo is parrot

Zbalt is peacock. Cause tail like eyes

West au but with dinosaur (Weenis idea but I add dinos)

[bells-n-doodles]

Intruder

Pt. 1/2

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[madge-nius]

Stray Steph from @cosmicpoutine ‘s au again!!! I rlly love Stephs designnn!

[dcbunny8081]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tim Drake/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Tim Drake's Parents, Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Batman Ensemble, Dick Grayson, Joker (DCU) Additional Tags: Female Tim Drake, Tim Drake is Catlad | Stray, Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Good Parent Selina Kyle, My First Fanfic, My First AO3 Post Summary:

Timea Drake is the only child of the "archaeologists and philanthropists'' Jake and Janet Drake that use the "good will" missions they make to 3rd world countries to deliver medical supplies and steal priceless relics and artifacts under the guise of discovering or protecting them just so they can show them off to their rich and powerful friends. This leaves Timea unattended and neglected a lot so she has to find something to keep her mind occupied which just happens to be trying to figure out what happened to the mask maniac that was the second robin who she built a quasi friendship after he saved her and has mysteriously disappeared. Unfortunately (or not) there's only so many times Catwoman can watch a very much out of place little girl on the wrong side of town nearly get mugged or kidnapped before she takes matters into her own hands to make sure the kid has the skills to not get killed. it's not like she's gonna adopt the kid or make her a sidekick to crimes, right?

[thlayli-ra]

Stray (epilogue)

Characters - CM Punk, Drew McIntyre, Samoa Joe

Pairing - CM Punk/Drew McIntyre, CM Punk/Samoa Joe (past)

AU - Stray AU

Rating - Mature

Warnings - None

Words - ~2,500 words

Summary - New beginnings

Punk stared up at the blue sky above as another plane took off, the roar of its engine booming against his ears. His heart thrummed as noisily in his chest and he began to gnaw on his bottom lip.

Damn, he didn't expect the nerves to start this early.

'Is this it?' Punk was startled from his musings by Joe's voice behind him. His ex was pulling a small suitcase out of his trunk.

'That's it,' he replied, taking the suitcase from Joe when he noticed the reproachful look in his ex's eye. 'I travel light.'

'That's not 'light',' Joe corrected, 'that's practically empty'.

'I'm not going into the middle of the jungle,' Punk said with a shrug. 'I can buy whatever I need when I get there.'

'True,' Joe admitted then put on his old, familiar 'Mom' tone. 'Did you pack warm clothes?'

'Yes,' Punk said with a fond roll of his eyes.

'Plenty of socks?'

'Yes.'

'Underwear?'

'Don't wear any.' He tried to keep his poker face but Joe's brow deepened and he couldn't hold it. 'Yes.'

'Euros?'

'They actually use pounds over there,' Punk relished in the chance to correct his ex's world knowledge for once with a smug grin. 'And yes. But I've got credit cards too.'

'What about-'

'Joe,' he put his hand on the larger man's shoulder and looked him in the eye, 'I'm telling you. I'm good.'

'Ok, ok,' Joe shut the trunk and the pair of them began to walk towards the airport. 'Still can't believe you're fucking doing this.'

'Neither can I.' Punk looked up as another airplane took off and dragged in a stuttering breath. He changed the subject quickly. 'So how's your packing going?'

'Last of it will be shipped off on Friday,' he replied.

'That was fast,' Punk noted.

'Yeah, well, most of it was boxed already,' Joe rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. 'And with you leaving town, I didn't see any reason to stick around.'

'Guess not,' Punk's shoulders slumped. 'I'm... gonna miss you.'

'Hey, I'll only be in SoCal,' Joe said. 'You know you can visit any time. Larry too!' Punk stiffened, biting down on his bottom lip. 'You wish he was coming with you today, don't you?'

'So bad,' Punk admitted.

'It'll only be for a week or two. Once you're settled in Anyway, I'm sure he'll be having a great time getting spoiled rotten by his Aunty AJ.'

'He's gonna be three times the size the way she keeps feeding him,' Punk groaned, finding it harder to keep on his straight face. By now, they'd arrived at the airport doors and he stopped in his tracks amongst the hustle and bustle of travellers rushing in and out of the sliding portal into the cavernous building beyond. 'What time is it?'

'2.16,' Joe replied.

'Shit, we're early! My flight's not for hours!'

'I'm the one who drove you here,' Joe scoffed. 'Of course you're early.'

The doors opened wide before him. Punk caught a glimpse of flashing boards and desks and queues and baggage racks and felt a fresh wave of panic!

'You wanna... go grab a coffee?' he asked Joe, suddenly.

The larger man mulled it over. But only for a second or two. 'Sure, I'd like that.'

Punk was staring out the coffee shop window, chewing on his thumbnail when Joe came back from the counter with their order; two large cups of coffee and a piece of pie. 'This to share?' Punk's eyes lit up at the sweet treat.

'Course not,' Joe shook his head wryly. 'It's all yours. A little 'farewell treat' from me.'

'Oh, well, thank you,' Punk replied and plunged his fork straight in.

'How's the hand doing?' Joe said, observing it cautiously, like it might burst into flames any second.

'Good.' Punk wiggled his fingers. Two of them moved more sluggishly than the others. 'Lost some of the range of movement in them but it shouldn't affect things too much.'

'Hmm,' Joe knew what that meant. 'Still eyeing up that one final run, huh?'

The fork stopped in mid-air. The larger man found Punk with his bottom lip pouting and his brows furrowed, contemplating. 'Don't know. Haven't really thought about it.'

Joe's brows rocketed up to the sky. 'Huh. Well how about that.'

Punk didn't even realise the significance of his words to his ex as he took another greedy bite of his pie. 'Did I tell you about the sentencing?'

Joe stiffened, the grip on his cup grew tighter. 'Twenty years each. A fucking joke.'

'Least they're locked up,' Punk noted with a sharpness in his tone. 'Least it's all over now and we can put it behind us.'

'Hmm.'

'Least now I don't have to stick around for the courts anymore,' Punk went on. 'I can finally leave and go be with Drew. This long-distance shit sucks!'

'I know it's been hard for you both,' Joe admitted. 'I'm glad you're finally gonna see him again. In person this time, not just on a screen.'

'Urgh, it was painful. Especially with Drew's crappy Wi-Fi!' Joe gave a small huff of laughter while Punk chewed thoughtfully on some pastry. 'And hey, at least you don't have to worry about me now.'

Joe lowered his cup and fixed his eyes on him. 'Phil, I'll always worry about you.' A warm glow pulsed in Punk's rib cage. 'If anything, I'll worry even more, I mean, you're gonna be in an entirely different country in an entirely different continent.'

'It'll only be for a year or two. Until Drew gets his visa sorted.' Punk heard Joe taking in a deep breath and knew something was up. 'What?' he eyed him suspiciously.

'It's just... the longest I've ever seen you leave Chicago was like a month and a half. And you got so homesick that we had to watch Ferris Bueller every night for a week.' Punk let out a loud laugh at the memory. 'And we were only in fucking Miami! This is... Scotland, we're talking about.'

'I'll miss Chicago,' Punk admitted, scraping some creamy frosting onto his fork, 'but I'll be fine. I'll be with Drew, and... I know it sounds cheesy as hell but when I'm with him, I feel... it feels like home.'

Joe absorbed Punk's words. His lips slowly wobbled into a content smile and he nodded his head.

'You know something,' Punk picked up the conversation again. 'I like this.'

'What, the pie? Yeah I thought it would be right up your-'

'No' Punk shook his head. 'I mean this.' He motioned with his finger between the pair of them. 'You and me. Going out for coffee. Talking. Like friends.'

'Phil, we're not friends.'

Punk's head shot up with a heartbroken squeak but Joe only grinned softly back at him.

'You were right when you said we could never be just friends. We've been through so much together, we mean too much to each other. We're something else.'

'Then what? What are we?'

Joe took a long, slow slurp of his coffee, eyes squinted in thought. 'We're... BFFs.'

Punk snorted a laugh then held up his cup. 'I'll drink to that. To BFFs.'

Joe clinked his own cup against his. 'To BFF's.'

The connecting flight from O'Hare to JFK was easy enough but the long haul over the Atlantic was gruelling. Punk tried to distract his over-active mind by watching the in-flight movie or reading but as the little plane icon edged further along the red dotted line on his screen, the butterflies in his belly manifested into a herd of flapping turkeys and he could only bring himself to stare out the window at the clouds and blue sea below and try to keep calm.

He'd never been bothered by a descent before but when the 'safety buckle' light pinged on and the turbulence kicked in, he began to sweat. Halfway through the landing, the old lady sitting next to him placed her hand over his.

'It's alright, dear,' she cooed, wrapping her warm, gnarled fingers around his. 'My husband was a nervous flyer too. We'll be safely on the ground very soon.' He wondered for a moment how she knew then noticed his fingernails were digging into the fabric of his armrests, his knuckles white.

'Thank you, m'am,' he murmured back.

'Are you coming over for a holiday?' the lady asked. She was British but he couldn't place where from exactly.

'No, m'am, I'm...' he could see fields of green coming into view out the window beneath them. Followed rapidly by grey square of houses, a city, tiny at first getting bigger and bigger. 'I'm... gonna be living here. For a while. With my boyfriend.' It felt strange saying it out loud. Like an out-of-body experience.

'Oh, how lovely,' the woman smiled sweetly. 'Will he be there to meet you at the gate?'

The turkeys in his stomach began pecking at his lining. 'Yeah. Should be.'

'If you ask me, that's the most wonderful thing about flying,' she squeezed his hand again and wrinkled the bridge of her button nose at him. 'Families and loved ones coming together again after being apart.'

Her words were like a salve, soothing some of the chaos inside. 'Y-yeah, guess you're right.'

'I'm sure your boyfriend will be over the moon to see you again.'

'Thank you, m'am.'

She held his hand the whole way down until they landed with a bump on the runway. Punk helped her take her suitcases off the conveyor belt at the baggage claim. 'You're so kind, dear,' she said, then beckoned him down to her height so she could kiss his cheek. 'Now you make sure and tell your boyfriend how lucky he is having such a gentleman as you.'

Punk huffed a laugh at that and waved as the old lady disappeared through the gate. Then he turned back to the conveyor, his eyes finding his own bag circling round and round and round. His hands remained in his pockets, standing, waiting until one-by-one the conveyor emptied out and he was the last one standing.

He tried to breathe, the way Joe had taught him but every drag stuttered and choked him. 'Come on, this is stupid,' he scolded himself under his breath. 'You've walked out in front of thousands, millions even. You can't get stage fright now!'

He lifted his case and trundled up to the gates, passed through security and border control and finally he started that long walk into the hub of the airport itself. Stepping through the open doors he glanced around timidly, scanning each face in the crowd.

Then let out an audible gasp.

Drew was right there! Leaning against a column with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark hair was tied back and he was wearing jeans with a blue sports top under his leather jacket. As soon as he spied Punk, he straightened up, his dimples popping into his cheeks with a smile and his dazzling blue eyes shimmering like the morning sun on the ripples of a mountain pool.

And in that single instant, all the nerves melted away. Punk wondered what the hell he'd been so nervous about. The hard part was over - this next step was easy.

The two lovers bashfully walked towards one another, their cheeks reddening. Punk let go of his case, left it standing alone as he lifted both hands in front of him.

A wave.

A thumbs-up.

First two fingers touching the side of his eye then swiping towards Drew.

Straight left index finger touching the curve made by his right thumb and forefinger.

Right index finger curled on his left palm.

Right index finger touching his left index finger.

All fingers interlocked, palms facing.

Punk finished and looked up expectantly at Drew who's stunning sapphires had grown twice their size. Then they softened. His lips parted.

'It's good to see you too, Punk.'

If Drew had been stunned at Punk's little surprise, the tattooed man almost fainted with shock at his! 'You... you can...'

The Scot gave a hearty laugh at the slack-jawed expression on his boyfriend's face. 'Aye,' he said, scratching his fingers through his beard, 'I've been seeing a speech therapist for a few months now. Sorry I didn't tell you before - I wanted to surprise ye.'

Punk just gaped back.

'But you did the same!' Drew pointed out. 'How long have you been learning BSL?' Nothing in reply. 'Punk?' He waved his large hand in front of his boyfriend's face. 'Anyone home?'

A soft smile wobbled onto Punk's lips. 'You do have the accent.'

Drew dipped his head, the bridge of his nose turning a deep shade of pink. 'Aye well. It's not as broad as it once was, but it's still there, at least. Here, I'll help you with your bags.' Drew grabbed hold of the small suitcase's handle then looked around, confused. 'Is this it?'

'Urgh, you sound just like my ex!'

Drew chuckled. 'How is Joe?' he asked while they made their way out of the airport. His free hand dropped to his side and found Punk's. The tattooed man beamed, enjoying the feeling of physical connection with Drew after being apart from him for almost a year and a half.

They chatted comfortably as Drew drove them out of the airport parking lot and onto the motorway. Punk was completely enchanted by the sound of Drew's voice, even if it felt so strange and almost unnatural falling from the Scot's lips. He closed his eyes to listen deeper to it; the rich bass, the rugged accent, the lilting intonation when he was telling a joke. The words themselves passed him by but the sound alone was such an opulent feast that he felt full to the brim.

Outside, the landscape skimmed past, changing from the tall city blocks to pretty flat fields, wooden fence posts, the odd weathered stone building. 'So, this is Scotland, huh?'

'This? Fuck no!' Drew scoffed. 'This is England. You'll know when we reach Scotland.'

'How will I know when-?'

'Trust me,' Drew arched a cheeky brow at his boyfriend, 'you'll know.'

Punk shrugged off the cryptic statement and they continued to chat, about Larry, about AJ, about all the pitfalls in visa bureaucracy when all of a sudden, Punk sat upright and pressed his face to the window.

'Holy shiiiii...'

It had happened so suddenly, like they had travelled through some magic veil into a whole new world. All around them, towering green hills loomed high like mighty sentinels, crowds of them holding the narrow road in their giant hands. Punk felt so small all of a sudden, gaping up at the majestic peaks, dotted all around with fluffy freckles of grazing sheep. Off to his right, a gap opened up between two of the giants, revealing an awe-inspiring waterfall rushing down the entire height of the jagged cliff, its clear waters sparkling with a million stars of sunlight.

'Told you, you would know,' Drew piped up, smugly. 'Pretty, huh?'

Punk tore his gaze away from the flawless masterpiece outside his window and found something even more dazzling, more breath-taking, sitting right there in the car next to him. He thought back to that fateful night in the storm, remembering the filthy, bedraggled, pitiful creature in a muzzle that he had scooped onto his back and taken home.

That creature had transformed into an angel. Celestial, unearthly.

Magnificent.

His grin hiked up his cheek making his crow's feet crinkle fondly.

'Beautiful,' he said, breathlessly.

The End

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[timsplosion]

You fall down one pipe while looking for lasagna, and now the whole robot world is relying on you to free it. Mondays, amirite?