Tyler and the Narrator have to walk home in the rain. There are unforeseen consequences.

Six months later, Tyler comes back.

Mason could say with certainty that there were two sides to Tyler Durden.

Everything I believed in was I was told that I created. there's certain important things that make me feel in my bones that this is untrue. But, I slowly let go of my confidence in myself as I'm hospitalized, I think. sometimes I'm lucid. Important people in my life I then don't know if their real. years later in a confession letter in court to a murder? Or revenge is told.

Punto cero, a este punto ya no sabe qué es real y qué no lo es. Es momento de darle final a lo que él mismo comenzó: Tyler Durden, aunque eso implique acabar con él mismo.

A one shot that shows Fight Club from Bob's point of view. Follows the book. Fanfiction dot net does not have Fight Club under the book category.

'Trust me... Everything's gonna be fine.' An empty promise for sure. Who was I kidding? Bleeding from my cheek, I looked Marla in the eyes. Marla. The woman I love. The woman who I think loves me. At that brief moment, everything seemed okay. Then the explosions went off. Earth-shattering explosions that would rock the world to its very foundations.

Il ne sait pas vraiment ce qu'il ressent à propos de sa relation avec Tyler. Il essaye de comprendre, à travers la routine, les combats, et tout le reste — et parfois, ça lui fait peur. (OS pour peupler le fandom français, relatif Jack/Tyler)

Girls and Fight Club just weren't meant to be... or maybe they were. All Justine knew was that she had never felt more alive than she did now, with Tyler Durden about to bruise her face.

Tyler reads too much NatGeo. Our Narrator reads too much porn. Rated T for language/verbal sexual references.

This is the first night I hear Tyler say 'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Club.'. One shot based of an idea I had about a girl in the fight club.

If Marilyn Monroe were alive right now, what would she be doing? Clawing at the lid of her coffin. Screaming for help. But to the world, she is still dead. What is worse than that? Short, half-minute thingy I had inside my head.

"Think of the 1950s; all those women using the glow-in-the-dark makeup, the irradiated lipstick, eyeshadow. In the same way, I have Tyler." post-canon.

A year has passed since the buildings came down, becoming a massive heap of rubble. The authorities have been deep in investigation. They know Project Mayhem was involved, but are unable to build a case due to lack of evidence. The Space Monkey's execution was flawless. Jack and Marla have slipped into the shadows, chased from every corner, melding into the common population.

Added scene of Project Mayhem's beginning. The Narrator interacts with Tyler, Angel Face, Bob, and two unnamed prospective Space Monkeys.

Tyler's decided to pay the Narrator an intimate little visit. He brings with him a peace offering - a truce; an attempt to bring the Narrator back onto his side. What does the Narrator decide? (Interactions set after the events in the movie. This is a drabble)

I have no idea how to summerize this to be honest, so I guess if your curious you'll read, if not then you won't. Oneshot/Complete.

Jack has met Tyler for the first time, more times than he can remember.

He was an asshole at times, but I guess I sort of felt...wanted in his company. - For one of Cheile's challenges, Challenge Thread, Reviews Lounge, Too. -TRIGGER warnings! - hints at attempted suicide, includes some blood.

Otra historia sobre el afán de dogma.

The first rule of cookie exchange is that you don't talk about cookie exchange. Parody or re-imagining, depending, with female characters. No violence. Day 18 (cookies) of the 25 Days of Fic Challenge.

That's all my life has been about...Invasion. One-shot.

How do you save a fish from drowning?

Its the beginning. Their first recipe.

This is what you're going to do. Your fate is inevitable.