ahem, i pose to you a double-decker au in which mikoto is a low-life (possibly yakuza) streetracer and reisi is a classy, high-end escort that mikoto nearly runs over in the middle of a race and rather than leave him there, mikoto yanks reisi into the car and takes him on the ride of his life (in more than one way)

Rebel Without a Cause!AU!!!! 

Mikoto isn’t a street racer by trade – not like the Fast and Furious crowd. He just happens to own a vintage Alfa Romeo that he keeps in peak condition. He’s a mechanic, just moved to town from the big city. Town’s small, Mikoto’s got a bunch of pent-up anger he needs to work out.

See, he just got out of prison. His best friend Totsuka was killed, and Mikoto went on a violent rampage in a bid for revenge. He should have been put away for life, you know, but his other best friend is an information broker who happened to have scandalous photographs of Mikoto’s judge – photographs of said judge begging pegged by his mistress in his own offices. It was enough to have Mikoto sentenced to a few years involuntary manslaughter. Mikoto did his time, quietly, and when he was released, he decided that he’d had too much of the City. The man who’d killed Totsuka was Yakuza, and now, Mikoto had run afoul of a bunch of gangsters. 

So, he leaves. He packs up his small apartment, clears out his bank account, and moves to a small town. 

Reisi isn’t an escort so much as he is that high-end, small-town piece. Meaning that he’s the most sought-after bachelor in town. And he happens to be dating a former gangster who moved out to the country to retire in peace. This gangster doesn’t know Mikoto, of course, but a few phone calls would probably put all the pieces together and the next thing you know, the Yakuza Mikoto came out here to avoid will be all over him again. 

But Mikoto can’t help it. Reisi is beautiful and witty. They meet when Reisi comes into the garage to have his lover’s vintage car repaired. At first, Mikoto can’t decide what’s prettier: the imported Corvette or the mouthy brunet who drove it in. Mikoto takes a look at the car, realizes he’s going to need to order parts from America, and tells Reisi he’ll need to hang on to the car for a bit. Because he’s got to keep the car, he asks Reisi if he can drive him home.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Mikoto would love to drive this gorgeous brunet to his home, to fuck on his dining room table, and then his couch, and then his bed, but he’s also a goddamn professional, so he simply asks Reisi for his address. 

They bicker in the car – everything from Mikoto being uncouth, to Reisi being prissy, to Reisi wondering where Mikoto learned to read what with how barbaric he is, to Mikoto wondering if the stick in Reisi’s ass has to be replaced with a bigger stick at certain intervals. 

And they both know. This is like lightning striking. Desire clouds the car, and it’s so thick that both of them are practically suffocating with want. 

Mikoto pulls up into Reisi’s lover’s driveway: “Wanna see you again… outside business hours,” he states, lighting up a cigarette. 

Reisi blanches. “You can’t. I belong to someone else.” He says the name and sighs. “I trust you know the name. He would kill you if we saw each other again.” 

Mikoto knows the name. First thing he learned when he moved – don’t fuck with this guy. He wishes he could tell Reisi to leave his lover, but he knows even if Reisi leaves, the man would come after them. While he’s trying to figure out a solution, Reisi leans in, plucks his cigarette from his mouth, and tongues him down, literally stealing his breath. Mikoto tangles his hand in Reisi’s hair and tugs sharply so that when Reisi gasps, he can taste him from the inside out. 

It takes a long while, but Reisi pulls away eventually. “Thanks for the ride,” he whispers. 

Mikoto huffs – this fucker is such a tease. 

They swore they wouldn’t see each other again, but when Reisi comes to pick up his lover’s car (in an Uber or something), they fuck on the hood, Reisi’s heels digging into the back of Mikoto’s thighs, Reisi’s hand gripping the wipers (which break, which Mikoto has to fix… again). 

And they know they’re not going to be able to stay away from each other. 

You know how it goes: Eventually Reisi’s lover finds out. For one reason or another, he decides not to kill Mikoto typical Yakuza-style. I mean, he wants to toy with the fucker a bit, and truth be told, he can’t be too man at Mikoto. It’s hard not to fall in love with Reisi, after all. So, just like in the movie, he challenges the mechanic to a drag race, ending in a cliff. He sabotages Mikoto’s breaks, laughing to himself that the man thinks he’s got a chance of winning this – there’s no way Mikoto’s winning this. Reisi’s lover is a phenomenally good drag racer; it’s why he chose racing as the mode of Mikoto’s death. It will impress Reisi, he thinks. 

Reisi begs Mikoto to decline. But Mikoto knows he can’t. The man threatened Reisi – if Mikoto declines, Reisi dies. And Mikoto also knows that the man would sabotage his car somehow, not matter how vigilant he is about watching over it. 

The idea of the race is to see who will chicken out first. As the cliff approaches, which one of them will slam on the breaks. Well, Reisi’s lover knows that it wouldn’t matter who slams on the breaks first, because Mikoto’s breaks don’t work. Mikoto knows this may not go well for him; he only wishes he could have kissed Reisi one last time. He honestly doesn’t care if he dies, though. It’s been a hellish life so far anyway. 

The race commences. Reisi begs and begs his lover to call the whole thing off, but he won’t. He then asks Mikoto, again, to refuse. Mikoto doesn’t refuse. (Of course Reisi is pissed.) 

As they get closer and closer to the edge, Mikoto realizes that he does, kind of, sort of, want to live. If only to fuck Reisi over the hood of a car again. So, as they get closer, he slams on the breaks. The car doesn’t stop, and he starts to panic. Beside him, Reisi’s lover is laughing at Mikoto’s panic, cackling wildly, knowing that Mikoto’s going to die. Not able to break, Mikoto decides to bail – he opens the car door and rolls out. Reisi’s lover was paying more attention to Mikoto than to the road, so just like in the movie, by the time he slams on the breaks, he doesn’t have time to make it and he flies over the cliff alongside Mikoto’s gorgeous vintage Alfa Romeo. Shame, that. He really loved that car. 

Reisi runs up to him and kisses him. They look over the cliff’s edge, only to find that both cars have exploded. 

Reisi is a practical sort, and he knew that after this stunt, he and Mikoto would need a means of escape. (He wanted them to run away together before the race, but Mikoto is a stubborn fool.) So, they climb into a nondescript Toyota Prius (that Mikoto complains about) and they drive off into the sunset. 

next au: tell me about K in Game of Thrones. Houses, alliances, where are they from and where are they now?

Let’s send this one out for everyone, if folks want to play. Okay people, what would your K/GoT crossover look like?

I’ll get us started. I think that Homra and House Stark are natural allies – both clans are a bit unruly, more committed to their notions of justice rather than any laws or government authority. 

Reisi would rule S4 and House Targaryen, maybe? He and Dany both have very strict notions of justice and are deeply committed to enforcing it. Reisi might find find Dany’s methods a bit questionable, I’m sure. But they’re both idealists in a way. 

The Lannisters and the Greens are deeply ambitious, cunning, and do whatever they want. 

What do others think?