#pretty little liars au

[kitchen-spoon]

A Pretty Litte Liars sort of AU with the older teens would be so good.

Chrissy goes missing and it connects back to Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan. Chrissy got drugs from Eddie, she was secretly dating Robin, but publicly dating Steve, and her and Nancy used to be best friends.

Hawkins is messy and everyone has their secrets, especially that group. After Chrissy goes missing someone is after them, threatening to reveal their secrets unless they can find her.

Steve is publicly dating Chrissy but secretly dating Eddie. Chrissy knew but she didn’t know it was Eddie her best friend.

Eddie is best friends with Chrissy but secretly dating Steve and is a semi known drug dealer in town.

Robin is dating Chrissy secretly, her and Steve are best friends but she doesn’t know he is dating Eddie and Steve doesn’t know she’s with Chrissy.

Nancy and Steve are exes who are civil at best. Nancy broke things off with Steve messily and publicly, drunk at a party. Unknown to Steve though is that she cheated on him with Jonathan before the breakup. Chrissy knowing this and wanting to tell Steve + them ‘dating’ is what caused the falling out between Nancy and Chrissy.

[lylawrites]

The way I wanna watch Pretty Little Liars just to make an AU out of it.

Plus it’s been yeeeaaars since it came out I feel like it’s high time for me to see it

[darkcrowprincess]

@maladaptivewriting

Your a genius 👏 🙌 ✨️

Also Snape as Jenna

okay here me out:

jegulus and wolfstar pretty little liars au

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Matthew Gray Gubler and Shay Mitchell

[awordsmith]

Secrets and Liars

Chapter Three

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One Year Ago

"Hey, mind if I use your laptop?" Ali hopped on my bed.

"For what?" I walk around the room, picking up leftover clothes from our earlier fashion show.

"I just have a burning question, and I need to know this answer." She grinned and tilted her head, that little twinkle of mischief she always had in her eyes ever present.

I shrug, "Sure whatever, hey I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick, can we pick this up when I get back?"

"Yeah," she nods, watching me head out the door, "of course."

I came back a few minutes later to her spinning in my desk chair, "You know what's funny?" She sighed, a content smile floating on her face and she tilted it back to look up at me.

"What?" I had raised an eyebrow as I moved to sit criss-cross on the edge of my bed, in front of her.

"Even when you delete things, they're never completely gone."

My heart dropped in that moment. She couldn't know. There's no way she could have known. But she did know, and she had already sent the proof to herself.

"You know, I didn't think you had it in you," she hummed, "Kitty Kat."

I narrowed my eyes at the nickname. Jason called me it endearingly, but coming from Alison's lips, it always sounded like a mockery, something made to knock me down a peg.

"What are you talking–"

"Oh, don't act dumb," she half scoffed, half-laughed, "honestly, I'm kind of proud. To think, all this time I thought you were the most innocent out of the girls," She made a face and shrugged, "Well, you were competing with Hannah, eh."

"Please don't tell anyone," I pleaded, eyes watering.

She stood up then, walked over to me, and wiped my tears, "Oh, don't cry sweety," she'd pouted, "I'm not going to say anything. We're friends, we share secrets; we keep secrets." She'd said something similar to that the night of her disappearance. I remember because my heart had dropped. I'd thought she was going to tell the other girls what I'd done.

"You're really not going to say anything?"

She had scoffed again, "Why should I?" Was her only response, "Now let's clean these clothes up before your mom has a cow..." she'd winced, "too soon?"

Present Time

"Hey," Spencer calls, "you going home?"

"Sorry, I'm not."

"That's fine," she nods, "but...do you think I could come with you. I don't really feel like being home right now either."

I let out a breath, "Fine, but only if you promise to be quiet."

"Promise," she salutes, jumping in the car, "so where are we going?"

I glance at her and she nods, tight-lipped, "Right shutting up now."

I almost laugh, Alison would have, she would also have a snarky quip leaving her mouth the second it popped into her brain. We burn rubber with the windows down until we hit Brookhaven.

"Have you ever been here?"

Spencer shakes her head, pressing her lips together again, "can't say I have."

I nod, "Me neither." But Ali did, and I don't know why I don't say that part out loud, but I choose to keep it to myself. I don't know what I'm doing here, don't know why I even let Spencer come along, but we're here so, "wanna walk around?"

"Why not?" I park near a playground, and kids run back and forth between us, we watch them for a while, then take to walking on the sidewalk.

"It's warm today," she hums, kicking a rock in front of her.

"Yep," I reply, blocking my head from the son, "let's go in here," I turn into a bookstore.

"It's cozy," she smiles.

"It's empty," I frown, running a hand along a shelf of books, "where's the owner?"

"Maybe they're not open?"

"Maybe they should have locked their doors." I slide behind the desk, running my hand over the computer's keyboard. A light flicks on, asking for a password.

"Katherine!" Spencer shrieks, "What are you doing?" She turns her head, making sure we're really alone."

"Nothing," I frown, what would an old librarian keep as a password? Ugh, whatever, I give up.

I turn and bounce behind the desk again, next to Spencer, "what were you doing?"

I stare at her, "I told you, nothing."

"That didn't look like nothing."

"I was bored," I shrug, "what were you looking at?"

She eyes me for a little longer, then shakes her head, finally dropping the topic, "Nothing, just the log."

I run a hand down it, finding nothing of use. "Come on, it's getting late we should head back."

"Yeah, it's almost 7:00," she says, checking her watch.

"You got a new watch," I tilt my head, eyeing it.

"Yep," she pops the p, "it was a gift."

"Right," I say, "Happy late birthday... Sorry..."

"It's fine," she throws me a small smile, "Happy late birthday to you too.."

We head back to the car, making minimal small talk. I think I know now why I let Spencer come along.

When we get in the car, I start it but leave it in the park for a little. "Katherine?" She frowns, "what's wrong? Why aren't we moving?"

I sigh, resting my head on the steering wheel, "Spencer, I need to tell you something." I pull out the note from my pocket, but I don't hand it to her. No one can know–can even suspect it was me who posted those pictures.

But I don't need to, she knows, of course she does. She's Spencer. "You got a message too?"

"From A?" I ask, a slight smile digging its way onto my face.

"Do you think it's her?" She leans forward, all serious.

I snort, "honestly?" I turn my head, forward again, "there isn't anyone else I can think of. She mentioned something only she would know."

Spencer seems to take this into consideration. "So–what? She's messing with us?"

I shake my head, "I don't know, it's Ali we're talking about. All she ever did was mess around. Remember that Halloween?" Since she disappeared, everything that year seems to be referred to as "that" thing. Even if they weren't there, everyone seems to still know what I'm talking about. It doesn't even feel weird anymore.

--

I make a right, turning down mine and Spencer's street. The flashing blue and red lights startled us, we had music blasting and the windows up so we couldn't hear anything.

Now though, the music is lowered completely. We look at each other in silence. I pull into my driveway and we both step out. "Hey look," Spencer says, "there's Aria, we should go ask her what's going on."

"You go," I nod, wrapping my arms around myself as a shiver goes down my spine. There are cops and reporters and on-lookers/bystanders, nosy neighbors. I hate it.

It feels like that night.

Reluctantly, I walk toward Spencer and Aria. I don't have to say anything, my face says it all, "she doesn't know," Spencer shakes her head, "Emily's over there in the front."

"I heard they took Hannah into the station today," Aria offers.

Spencer's eyes widen, worry overcomes her, "you don't think she'd ever talk about–"

"–The Jenna Thing?" Hannah spawns beside me, keeping her eyes on the scene in front of us, "We made a promise."

"That's what keeps us close," I repeat her words. Then shiver again, it's almost like she's still here...

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Chapter Five

Hello again, thank you for reading, I promise Jason is coming! It's just a matter of time!

[darkcrowprincess]

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

*Luke lives, redemption arc au*

Luke is in the shower. Hiding out in Sally Jackson Blofis apartment with Percy Jackson. Waiting for the other seven to meet up somewhere near here. Percy is 19, Luke is 22.

Percy entering the steaming bathroom: Here I brought towels.

Luke in the shower, flirts sarcastically : Thanks sweetheart.

Percy turns red, angrily: Don't call me sweetheart, and hurry up. My mom cannot find you hiding out here.

Luke laughs: What afraid she'll get the wrong idea?

Percy deadpan: 😑 More like she'll kill you when she finds out your alive. I told her everything about you. And I mean everything. She feels sorry for you when I told her about your childhood and your mom. But she swore if she ever saw you, she'd kick your ass for everything you did to me.

Luke is silent for a moment, than says honestly: Not like I don't deserve it.

Percy sighs: Luke y-

Sally Jackson calling for Percy outside the bathroom. Footsteps approaching.

Sally Jackson: Percy have you seen my phone.

Percy panics: I can't talk mom I'm in the shower.

Sally Jackson's footsteps get closer. Percy completely panics and doesn't think. He hops into the shower with Luke, just as his mom opens the door. The phone is on the counter charging.

Percy has hopped into the shower, fully clothed with a naked and wet Luke. Luke turns around in surprise. Before he can speak Perch covers his mouth. Percy avoids looking at him by keeping his eyes to the ceiling. Luke makes wide playful eyes at him.

Sally Jackson unaware: Found it. Ok Percy will you be fine by yourself? Or do you want me to wait with you till your friends get here?

Percy face is blushing red, still not looking at Luke: I'm fine mom.

Sally Jackson:OK, I love you sweetheart.

Percy: Love you too mom.

Sally Jackson finally leaves, and Percy sighs in relief. He moves his hand away from Luke's mouth. He can't help but notice how nice his lips feel against his palm.

Luke smirks: Guess I'm not the only one who calls you sweetheart.

Percy in wet clothes and feeling ridiculous: Shut. Up.

Luke looks at Percy: Well are you going to get out or not? Or do you want to share a towel too.

Percy flustered: Y-yeah, of course.

As Percy is getting out Luke turns around and Percy gets an eye full of a golden lean muscle back with scars, and a hot butt. Percy turns fully into a sea tomato. But can't help but stare. One foot sticking out of the shower, and his body still half in. Luke turns around and catches Percy staring.

Luke full on smiling now: Like what you see? Not so bad for a dead guy.

Percy: Yes. I mean no. I mean sorry I'm getting out.

Luke's laugh follows Percy as he drips out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

Percy thinks to himself: *of course Luke would still be hot looking, what did you expect? But you're going to get a grip because you're not 12 years old with a stupid crush anymore, right?*

[dark-elf-writes]

If there’s ever a situation where Cloud has to use communal showers he does it with all of his clothes on and refuses to look at anyone.

Cloud standing like an angry wet bird in a rainstorm in the showers in FULL GEAR because he doesn’t want monster blood to stay in his hair but also will not risk blowing his secret.

Either that or he sends Kunsel in to scout it out and make sure it’s empty before running in and jamming the door shut. He’s broken so many locks on the showers and just climbed out the vents when he’s done that Lazard wrote it into the budget.

The others just think he’s a weird little guy. Which is par for the course tbh as they’re pretty sure Kunsel showers with the helmet on.

[official-vampire-business]

truly in the trenches with misternoire thoughts im working on a short comic abt them based on an instagram comment that gave me such intense misternoire vibes i literally had to do it

[blairbuttercup5]

❃.✮:▹　◃:✮.❃❃.✮:▹　◃:✮.❃❃.✮:▹　◃:✮.❃

Gawking at the mirror, the girl could easily recognize the stark differences between herself and her sister.

An obvious one was their honey-blonde hair that seemed so sweet that it could give a tooth ache. The girl had strikingly short hair that was sliced abover her shoulders, it looked a bit spiky and rough. A contrast to her sister's which was long and curled so delicately.

Another one was their deep-blue, saphire eyes. Hers seemed more grim, dull and ghostly compared to her radiant sister's eyes that illustrated how perfect her twin sister was.

Courtney Dilaurentis finally stopped glaring at herself, you can describe this girl with numerous of adjectives but the main part of her as a person was how mysterious she was. Her life was miserable all she desired to become Alison again, she became so used to be called 'Ali' that she preferred it over her given name.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　

A little one shot of the Ali survival au.

I honestly think Ali (btw I prefer calling Courtney 'Ali' while the other twin is Alison,her full name)

I honestly think Ali would try to like anything which is opposite to her sister, she probably hates her now and trying to find her own style then becoming the real Alison.

[crackships-and-manips]

Lucy Hale and Madelaine Petsch

[almondcolouredsheets]

re-watching Pretty Little Liars for the fifth time to ignore/cope with RWBY and already:

white woman jail for basic bitch crime (shoplifting) She got put in cuffs lmao its not actually jail I know

homophobia

wow I forgot how much Allison sucks

oh fuck nvm she dead

BUT NO

ooOOOooo plot setup

everyones parents are horny?? okay?

ngl what the fuck is with the music, am I too Australian to understand?

Aria being main girl lets gooo

I can't remember who's a dickhead (other than Allison) so I don't trust anyone

what is with these relationships oh god

TEN YEAR AGE GAP WHAT THE FUCK SHE'S 16 DUDE

blind bitch who isn't blind as far as i recall

[piastrinorris]

i kinda wanna start a whole new au despite not knowing ANY previous media about it intricately enough, but also i kinda wanna blow the dust off my edancy raising hope au, but ultimately what i NEED to be doing is finalising cheerscoops week stuff since that's literally starting today

[wearelondonhq]

welcome to london, ARIA MONTGOMERY! did anyone ever tell you that you look just like HALLE BAILEY? well, no matter, we hear that you are 26 and working as an PUBLISHER. we also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from PRETTY LITTLE LIARS and have a tendency to be ARTISTIC as well as DETACHED. 

— WELCOME TO LONDON, aria montgomery! you look very familiar, do we know you from somewhere? anyways, take your time settling in because whether you want to or not, it looks like you’re going to be living here for awhile! // welcome bell, please be sure to follow our checklist here. welcome to the group!

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Amandla Stenberg and Cody Christian

[awordsmith]

Secrets and Liars

Chapter Four

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There was a time when I didn't know how much words could hurt a person. The tone of a sentence said in a rush–not meant to sound harsh or angry, but intention didn't matter.

Alison always took advantage of how pronunciation could change the meaning of what she said. Her calloused words could sound encouraging or even complimentary when she told them a certain way. She once told me the five of us were her deepest sins. She'd said it'd be obvious if anyone took the time to look.

She never outright told me what sin she thought I was, but it wasn't hard to figure it out. She'd told me Hannah was a sloth, and her diary disclosed everyone else: Spencer was greedy, Aria had to be wrath, Emily was lust, I was envy, and Alison was pride. Funny how that all fits.

I was honestly surprised the first time I'd read it, I'd never thought Alison the type to call her something out like that. Then again, Alison never lied about the bigger secrets she had, only eluded to them, or didn't tell the whole truth. She was good and steering a conversation a certain way whenever she wanted. That was the kind of power she wielded. Or... she had.

--

"Are you ready?" I stare at the church through the window. "Hey Kat, it's gonna be okay," Romeo pats my shoulder from the backseat. I wrap one arm around my shoulder and pull it closer.

"If you want to go home, we can do that too," Elio says calmly, "I can text Mom and Dad right now," he offers.

I just keep staring, there's a reporter in front of the church and another one off to the side. I cringe, breathe in, then out, grabbing at any courage I can find. "Is–" I cut myself off, holding my breath, even though all I want to do is let out a scream. Elio and Romeo stay silent, waiting for me to continue, which I really do appreciate. "Is Jason here?" I whisper, waiting for an answer.

Elio holds the silence for what feels like forever, before whispering back, "I don't know."

I let out a sigh, nodding, trying to hold in the tears that have seemed to want to spill down my face ever since we got back.

I nod, swipe at a tear, "okay." Defiantly, I open the car door and stand. The thin-strap black dress I'm wearing reaches my knees, it was a dress Alison had picked out a few summers ago. It's been three years, but it feels like a lifetime ago. It's a wonder it still fits. The square top is one of my favorite things about it, simple, leaving room for the gold cross necklace I haven't taken off in a year.

Elio and Romeo try blocking most of the reporters from my view, it's a kind gesture, but it doesn't take away from the fact that this moment–one that should be intimate and respectful–is being broadcast to all of Rosewood and the other surrounding towns.

When we get to the front of the church, I spot Hanna and her mom, I hug Mrs. Marin first, "I am so sorry," she rubs my back and I take in her perfume.

I don't know what I'm supposed to respond with, so I smile and settle for, "Thank you." She glances at me, Hannah, then my brothers, and says hello to them before excusing herself.

"Hannah," Elio says, pulling her into a hug, "it's good to see you." she presses her lips together in a tight smile.

"You too."

"Well I'm gonna head inside," he motions to us, "we'll see you two later." I nod, turning to Hannah, but before I say anything, Romeo pats us both on the back, "Good to see you, Hannah."

"You too," she nods. We wait for him to disappear into the church full of people greeting other people, trying to find a seat.

"Isn't it crazy," I kick the air, "I'm pretty sure half these people didn't even know who Ali was?"

"Yeah," she scoffs, "or hated her."

I let out a dry laugh, that turns into a small pout, "is it okay if I hug you?"

"Yeah," she nods, "of course."

"Thank you," I pull away, "I think I just needed to hug someone other than my family today." She nods, "No I totally get that, come on let's head inside."

We walk in, finding Mrs. Dilaurentis ushering people into seats. I spot Elio waving over at us in the front, Hannah's mom sits beside Romeo who's sitting to the left of Elio.

"Hello girls, it's so good to see you." Hannah and I exchange a look. I'm sure neither of us was expecting her to be here–but, if she's here–my heart leaps. Then maybe...

"Would you girls please sit in the front? It's what Alison would have wanted."

We nod and make our way to the first row. My gaze snags on the coffin, it feels all too real now. My frown lessens when I see the photo they chose to display of her, she would have loved this. I don't notice that I keep walking forward until a hand tugs on mine.

"This way," Hannah smiles sadly.

"Right," I shake my head, "I was–"

"–mesmerized?" she asks, turning to face the photo herself, "Alison always did feel like an illusion... sort of."

"Wow," I grin, "that was almost poetic."

Hannah scoffs and rolls her eyes, "you know what I mean."

"Yeah," I sigh, focussing on the picture again, "yeah, I do."

--

A few minutes later Emily and Spencer make their way into the row on the other side as the church begins to quiet down.

Aria still hasn't shown up, I don't think any of us know if she's even coming or not. I sigh, resting my arm on the side of the row, leaving my head down. It's almost 8:00 in the morning, I woke up extra early again to have some alone time, though I don't know if I'm going to make it through the week–not like this.

Aria walks down the aisle, her eyes captivated by the coffin as I had once been. She looks like she's about to cry, and without thinking, I reach out and grab her hand.

We share grim smiles. I scoot over for her and she sits down. "Poor Ali," Emily frowns, her voice wobbly.

"Can you believe what a scene this is?" Hannah scoffs as if she's trying to laugh off the pain.

"Alison would have loved it," Aria sighs, watching Ali's picture.

"Popular in life, and death," Spencer gulps, another grim smile to be shared.

Silence overcomes us, I fist both my hands, taking calming breaths every few seconds. "No–I don't-"

"Today, I think you do." I turn my head at the commotion, watching Hannah subtly hand Emily a flask.

"Is that whiskey?" I ask incredulously.

"It's tequila." Hannah scrunches up her nose, "whiskey? Is that what you drink now?"

I roll my eyes, evading her question. Thankfully Aria's phone goes off, taking away the could-have-been awkward silence.

Spencer tenses up, oh–does she think–? I eye Aria, glancing at her phone over her shoulder.

"Anyone we know?" Hannah asks with a tight-lipped smile.

Aria's widened eyes slowly relax, she shakes her head and smiles, "No, it's just my mom sending me a text."

I press my lips together, nodding, she looks back down, but only for a split-second, and then her head shoots back up again, throwing glances between the four of us, "Emily and I aren't the only ones who got messages from A, are we?"

Spencer's eyes dart to mine, and then something behind me catches her attention, and I follow her line of sight, "oh my god."

"It's Jenna," the others turn their heads as soon as the words leave my mouth.

We watch her brother help her step into a row. Mrs. Dilaurentis appears beside Aria and takes a seat, "Did you see that Jenna Marshall is here, I didn't know she and Ali were friends."

They weren't, the words were on the tip of my tongue, but Spencer said them before I could.

--

Jason didn't show up, I didn't know how I'd react if he had. We all agreed to head to Spencer's house to talk, about A, Alison? I don't really know. I texted Elio that I'd be going home early, well, I'd be at Spencer's but he knew what that meant.

I didn't catch Mom and Dad inside, but after their secret conversation yesterday, I haven't felt like talking to them.

"Emily, Katherine, Spencer, Aria, and Hannah..."

"Do we know you?" Spencer glances at me, but I don't know who he is, so I shrug.

"I'm Detective Wilden... I understand you were all good friends with the victim?"

"Yeah, we were," Aria nods.

"I'm gonna need to talk to each one of you."

I shake my head, "we talked to the police when Alison went missing."

"And I intend to go over every one of your statements–as this is no longer a missing person's investigation." He eyes me for a while, it makes me uncomfortable so I glance away, "It's murder."

I look to the girls, who look at me and each other. Murder? A lot of people may have disliked Alison–but murder?

"And rest assured, I will find out what happened that summer."

He walks away but stands by a tree and watches us like a creep. "Dude went all Batman on us," I scoff.

Aria's seems more frightened, "...Do you think he knows about–"

"No," Hannah says, followed by Emily and Spencer.

"How could he?" I reassure.

That seems to calm her down a bit, but then her phone goes off, and Emily's, Hanna's, Spencers's, and then my dreaded phone pings.

I pull it from my purse, clicking the side button and–oh my–

"It's from–"

"I got one too."

Blocked ID

I'm still here bitches. Aug/08/2010 And I know everything. 10:02 am - A

"I'm still here bitches," Spencer forces out the first line.

"And I know everything–A." Saying it in unison like that sends a shiver down my spine.

This can't be a coincidence. Ali wouldn't have thought so–and Officer whatever his name was, can go to hell, along with the rest of the demons in Rosewood.

I had nothing to do with my best friend's murder.

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Chapter Six

Hello everyone! Again, thank you for reading, sharing, and liking! I may post another chapter today, but I'm not sure. I might also draft it if I start but don't finish.