#(i almost tagged this just 'apocalypse survival' but then i realized that's almost definitely a real tag people use on tumblr lol)

[ghost-town-story]

Hi hello it is time for the first of the lore dumps! Decided to do this as a lil worldbuilding wednesday series lol. So without further ado, it's time to talk about some Apocalypse Surivival :D

Have a cut to spare y’all’s dashes, and also because mild content warnings for mentions of human experimentation and all the fun jazz that comes with an apocalypse

(also hi @smol-feralgremlin since you wanted to be tagged <3)

Just so you know what you’re getting into, none of the Apocalypse Survival characters have names yet. I’m thriving :P

Anyhoot, time for premise/basic worldbuilding and then on into the detailed rambling

Apocalypse Survival is a dual timeline story, tentatively titled something along the lines of 6 Days because each timeline covers 6 days. It’s a vaguely futuristic setting where the government has been experimenting on children and bonding them to animals, causing both to develop superpowers. Both timelines follow [Squirrel], a girl bonded with a fox squirrel. The first timeline takes place pre-apocalypse, and the second is 6 years after the apocalypse happens.

There’s a couple other child experiment pairs who play some part in the story:

[Cobra], bonded with a Mozambique spitting cobra, who can breathe/spit poison

[Penguin], bonded with a Magellanic penguin, who can control ice

[Possum], bonded with a Virginia opossum, who causes things around them to decay (this one’s for Andi lol)

[Cat], bonded with a Bombay cat, who can control shadows

[Fox], bonded with a red fox, who can control fire

[Duck], bonded with a red-billed teal, who can control air

and my favorite boi, [Bear], who’s bonded with a grizzly bear and can manipulate earth

(and some real quick distinctions, i’mma add a -h if I’m talking about the human and a -a for the animal. so Cat-h is the human, Cat-a is the kitty)

Now if you’re looking at this and betting money on these kids being the cause of the apocalypse, congrats, you’d be right. Specifically, Fox and Duck are the catalysts of the apocalypse in a way.

Due to the people in charge of these kids having terminal cases of “not giving a shit”, Fox-h and Duck-a end up dying, which hella traumatizes their partners and eventually causes them to “go feral”. In this context, that means losing control of their powers and going hellbent on revenge against those responsible for their partners’ deaths (aka the scientists/government peeps in charge of them). And once the still-living partner goes feral, there’s no way to reverse it. Fox-a goes feral basically right away, and Duck-h goes feral very publicly, with a lot of collateral damage.

After that, due to the large amount of public, negative scrutiny they’re under, the director decides to shut down the project and dispose of (read: kill) the experiments. However, due to a miscommunication or three down the line, the people carrying out the “disposals” don’t know about the possibility of the kids or animals going feral.

So, several superpowered humans and animals going feral at nearly the exact same time + giving absolutely no fucks about the collateral damage they’re causing = apocalypse scenario *jazz hands*

Among the key players 6 years on when the second timeline starts are Cobra-h, Penguin-h, Possum-a, Cat-a, and Bear-h.

And then I got attached to Bear-h and got sad thinking about how he was doomed by the narrative so I made a fluffy AU where they all survive so! time for some rapid-fire fun facts taken from both canon and the fluffy AU, mostly centering around Squirrel-h and Bear-h bc I love them (all names from here on out referring to the humans unless otherwise stated bc I’m lazy lol)

There’s a couple of characters who got replaced/shoved into way minor roles because of pacing/dealing with their powers/arbitrary patterns that only I care about lol. But here they are!

[Hummingbird]: the initial fifth feral experiment. She got yeeted due to pacing, nearly brought back, then yeeted again bc of the arbitrary patterns lol. She has the power to create illusions, and she will get mentioned at the beginning of the apocalypse

[Otter] never went feral, and appears in a potential epilogue. She was going to have a slightly bigger role, but that got scrapped due to the arbitrary patterns. She’s bonded with a sea otter, and they can create pocket dimensions.

[Wolf] was the initial character created when I decided to add back the fifth feral experiment but not Hummingbird bc of patterns, but he ultimately got replaced by Cat because I couldn’t figure out a good way to deal with his powers. He’s a northwestern wolf, and he can yell real loud lol. Like Hummingbird, he’ll get mentioned at the beginning of the apocalypse

Speaking of Otter, a fact that’ll definitely never make it into the story proper: they avoided the “disposals” by putting Otter-h in a pocket dimension, while Otter-a escaped the labs through the vents

And the potential epilogue: Squirrel runs into Otter, says something like “Oh I like your skirt” Otter: “Thanks! And the best part is--” *pulls Otter-a out of a pocket dimension* “--it has pockets!!”

Squirrel has vitiligo, and Cobra has patches of hyperpigmentation

Squirrel is maybe 5′2″ as an adult and very wiry and thin. Which means next to Bear she looks absolutely tiny because Bear is well over 6′ and built like a tank lol

Along those lines, the only oversized clothing Squirrel likes to wear is Bear’s hoodies. In the summer this leads to situations like Some person: Are you even wearing pants? Squirrel: *lifts the hoodie until you can see her shorts* Person: ........ alright I guess

Since he’s bonded with a grizzly, Bear does hibernate. Since he’s still human though, he’ll periodically wake up through the winter to eat and take care of himself. Squirrel is the only person allowed to wake him up for anything other than food.

Squirrel is allergic to pineapples. She only figures this out by eating one and nearly dying.

Bear’s favorite food is blueberries. He will absolutely inhale everything blueberry in the vicinity if given the chance. In the fluffy AU, Squirrel always makes sure there’s blueberries around when he wakes up from hibernation. In canon, she leaves the first blueberries of the season by his den, and in their last scene together, she gives him a handful of them.

Squirrel and Penguin like to go ice sledding during the winter

Squirrel is bad at conceptualizing time. If somebody asks her questions like “how old are you?” or “how long since x?” she’ll look at Bear like “answer for me pls” because he actually knows his age, has an approximation of her age compared to him, and can keep track of time better.

Because of her powers (which I’m keeping a secret for now), Squirrel gets really bad nightmares. The moment he finds out about this, Bear insists that she wakes him up whenever she has one. This is how Squirrel gets her initial permission to wake Bear up when he’s hibernating

I made a couple picrews! First up: my duo that I love so much, Squirrel and Bear

And, cuz they're the only other characters I currently have something of a mental picture of, have a Cobra and Penguin

(Penguin is absolutely a dapper lil penguin in canon and wears a suit everywhere)

~

Bear realizes first just how much he cares about Squirrel. He’s spent his whole life being a good experiment, swallowing down complaints and whimpers and growls, thinking “this is fine, this is okay, this is how things are supposed to be.” But then he sees Squirrel going through the same things, biting back whimpers and tears and screams, and he absolutely hates it. He’d do anything to protect her, to make sure she never cries like that again. Some nights, he’s afraid of how far he’d go to that end.

It takes Squirrel a long time to realize why she likes spending so much time around Bear, why his room, his den, his side is the first place she goes whenever anything, good or bad, happens. Because whenever the world got chaotic and scary and overwhelming, he was a constant, reassuring presence at her side or just a short walk away. Because he's the one who comforted her through her nightmares, and the one who ran hand in hand with her to jump off the end of the dock that first summer. And because the first time she ever felt truly safe was falling asleep and waking up by his side.

~

One important requirement for being friends with Bear was to have a proper appreciation of naps. And this moment, with her head resting on Bear's chest and the sunlight filtering through the leaves to warm her face, was a perfect moment to consider a nap. Except for the fact that there had been a thought nagging at Squirrel, refusing to leave her alone like a particularly stubborn briar.

Squirrel sighed, then turned her head. “Hey Bear?”

“Mmmmmhm.” Bear yawned and opened his eyes. “You need something?”

“What do you want?”

Bear blinked slowly, once, twice. “Another muffin.”

Squirrel poked his cheek. “You ate most of the box yourself.”

“You asked,” Bear replied, turning his head in a half-hearted attempt to bite her fingers. “And I always want more blueberries.”

“Of course you do.” Squirrel poked his cheek again. “But that’s not what I meant.”

Bear’s chest rumbled with a questioning noise that Squirrel felt more than heard.

“I mean...” Squirrel fumbled over her words. “What do you want?” she repeated, hoping Bear would understand the emphasis this time.

Bear hummed softly, absentmindedly running his hand across Squirrel’s hair. “What do you want?” he asked instead. “Because I think my answer may depend on yours.”

“I--” Squirrel didn’t like this feeling, like she was perched on a branch that wouldn’t support her weight and she didn’t know which way to jump to safety. She took a breath, steeled herself, and jumped.

“No. What-do-you-want?” She punctuated each word with a poke to Bear’s chest. “Just you. Not worrying about me or anybody else.”

Bear hummed again. Squirrel tried not to fidget while waiting for his reply.

“This.”

Squirrel started, a surprised and confused noise escaping her throat.

Bear waved his hand broadly, encompassing the leaves overhead and the sunlight dappling through and the world they were ignoring just past the boundary of the trees. “This,” he repeated. “Freedom. You right here. Waking up next to you in my den. If that’s what you want.” His hand fell back to the leaves by Squirrel's side, and when he looked at her, Squirrel felt like she was drowning in honey, warm and sweet. “So?” he asked, the unspoken what do you want? hanging in the air between them.

Squirrel slid her hand into Bear's, wrapping her fingers around his palm. “This,” she admitted. “I was just afraid you wouldn't, now that we actually have a choice.”

Bear's chest rumbled with a laugh. “I've always chosen you, even when I wasn't supposed to,” he said. “That much hasn't changed.”

“Good.” Squirrel squeezed his hand.

[unsleepingtales]

Ravening War episode four reactions! I finished the episode last night and then fell asleep editing the tags of this post lmao.

Before we even start I am so excited and curious for what the gang have done in the time skip. I love when there’s downtime and we get narration of their lives.

Anjali’s earrings are really pretty

Lou clearly feeling No Guilt Whatsoever about killing the little rot creature

Amangeaux and Karna’s relationship kills me

This is a transaction is such a heartbreaking thing for her to say

Oh goddddd the family dynamics of it all

Aabria crying at the table you are so real <3

The theme of a woman who has been ignorant or foolish in the past encountering a trial and coming out on the other side of it determined to be smart and learn everything that might have helped her is so meaningful to me actually

Not a single eraser is making it out of this season unscathed

I know all the reasons why Amangeaux had to do what she did but I’m also upset on behalf of Karna

Caramel and Oats!

The clock is ticking on getting slammed down big style!

She’s new in town :)

The archbishop??

Everyone has a crush on Ariana. Everyone.

I feel like I’ve lost track of ages. Would Karna be 19 at the end of the time skip?

Yeah what’s Raphaniel been up to?

Oh he’s a husk of a man? Cool.

We all are beginning to see who we really are indeed. Showing true colors etc.

Raphaniel and Karna’s vibes. I have so many thoughts but I cannot verbalize them.

You’ve already died girly???

This world cannot be the one that matters. SIR.

Escaped your grasp is such an interesting way to put that!

Oh he’s so scared

He’s lost everything he believed was important in his life and he is Scared

Creepy!!!

She was bent almost in half for decades holy shit

Holy shit

What a chill reaction!

YES go FULL frollo man hell fucking yeah

Devout for the first time in his life holy shit

How does one even begin to try and trigger this apocalypse

Necromantic Raphaniel is so cool

EXHUMING CORPSES NOW??

Mans fully creating his own faction in the church in order to fuck with the Sanctus

To spend the rest of his days????

Demoted??? :(

Ok so he’s just a random old guy now.

COLIN MY BOY

What’s up with my boy?

Colin and Deli :(

He doesn’t wanna fight. It’s not worth it.

GOD him realizing that his secrets aren’t worth this. Fucks me up.

This really feels like a breakup

So Colin definitely has ties to the royalty/coup in the dairy islands

Base level trust!!!

‘I hope you find what you’re looking for but I don’t think I can be part of it’ tell me this isn’t as emotional as any romantic breakup

Raphaniel and Colin feels Uncomfy and Bad and I cannot place exactly why

From Skald to Sir

The saddest most depressed “come on, provolone”

The stress of Raphaniel & Colin is directly contradicted by the joy of Brennan & Zac

Second time Raphaniel has referenced the FDA as foxes!

He’s looking for the banana’s family?

Oh my god

Colin :(

Listen to your mother I’m gonna cry

“Ew you’re nice” literally same

Deli’s turn!

Man’s haunted huh

Abandoning his mother? Becoming chief? Oh my god?

Aw Deli and Karna moment

Ok so she’s 21 I think

Yessss Karna glow up

Deli glow up too ok go off

YOU NEVER HAD TO ASK

Oh the tension is gorgeous

Dome! Antics! Yeah!

Ok so the kid is (theoretically) safe that’s good

It was not stated but I personally believe that Amangeaux also got a glow up

The first thing she has ever desired beyond her own survival I’m gonna cry

Yeah no she looks Good

I was right, Amangeaux looks good!

I’m so glad we get new art!!

He’s so sinister eeeeeee

Oh Karna’s a skald now???? Ok neat

Aww he and Karna have matching lost eyes

The dramaaaaaa

Yeah it’s just unsettling!

Shoo. Eat a snack.

Just the absolute worst time for a breakdown

Maybe some celery water will fix him

There was a cheese and radish smoothie, and it was good 😭

bLeSSiNgS

Amethar!!!!!

Awww amangeaux cares about them

OH SHIT ANOTHER ROT THING

Drink your celery water old man

Follow meeeee

I greatly appreciate the levity they’re bringing right now

She would do anything for him oh

I simultaneously really want and really Don’t want art of these things

Oh good more spores

Ooooooh this is so fascinating

Saprophus (research)

SHATTER

[spn-headcanons-daily]

I present you the list of fake people: the ones who I think were not born but created by Chuck as they are with fake memories about their past life added to them and everyone else, to serve as plot devices.

Jane, the nephilim who Cas kills for Metatron's plan in s8, is definitely fake. There's no way she could survive for that long with the heaven's rules against nephilims. And somehow the only existing nephilim turns out to be right here in america? And she doesn't fly away like angels can or uses her powers against them, and, more importantly, her existence is the only thing that allows to move the plot of the season further. She's literally just a plot point.

Daphne Allen is possibly fake - her actions are too strange and too convenient for the plot development; she appears only as Cas' backstory, and she's never heard of after.

Lee Webb could be fake. Because if he actually was Dean's good friend and a hunter in the past, why didn't one of them contacted the other even once over the years? He is invented by Chuck with added memories to mess more with Dean's head, to show him - that's what you get for trying to escape your story, that's how your only peace and retirement could look like - becoming a monster yourself.

Campbell cousins are fake. Because if there were alive hunters from Mary's family before, why the hell no one contacted John after her death? And even if they lost contact with Mary and didn't know about her children, why other multiple hunters who John met over the years never mentioned the Campbell hunter family? I think Ghuck invented them to give resurrected Samuel some company, and then realized that they don't bring anything interesting to the story and quickly killed them off.

Adam (the first man) and Serafina are fake. There's no way Serafina - an angel with apparently free will and human feelings, living among humans for thousands of years - wouldn't be involved in the plot before or at least mentioned, especially with the fact that heaven doesn't have enough angels; and Adam just conveniently lives with her in the driving distance from the Winchesters?.. No one heard of him for years but now, when his rib is a key part of the current plan, he can be found within days and with an angel that can immediately heal him? The whole situation doesn't look real to me, I think Chuck planned it all (I actually believe that turning Jack into a bomb was his plan but that's for another post). Adam might be the real first human, maybe, but in this case he is resurrected with fake memories for that point of the story.

Adam Milligan might be fake. Created to make the story more interesting, with memories added. He might be even named Adam because he is Chuck's creation. Also the original thought of Adam being fake belongs to @eviltoxicgayshit (sorry for tagging you do you still not hate me)

Ben Braeden might be fake or at least heavily redacted by the author in the beginning, because there can't possibly be that much coincidence between his and Dean's personality (but I suppose that he wasn't created at that moment with memories added retroactively, but just sort of initially designed for the story).

Bobby and Charlie from the apocalypse world could be. Because they are very conveniently alive, look exactly the same despite living in a different environment, and the Winchesters meet them almost immediately after going into that world, which is an impossible coincidence. Or maybe they are just strongly manipulated into their story, literally a big part of their life written to reach that moment, which isn't the same as being fake but not really better. Probability of it for Charlie is higher, because that's not her real name, the original Charlie used a lot of different fake names and this is just the one she gave the Winchesters. So what are the chances that in apocalypse world she chose that name as a permanent one?

Ghostfacers, maybe. Were either created or redacted by Chuck for fun and to make fun of the main characters. Have actual free will for the most of it though, because at first Chuck really liked them (possibly wanted to keep them alive through the execution of his plans, remember that sketch with them meeting Castiel - them being chosen to witness the apocalypse), and found them entertaining enough to not interfere with their actions, and then he got tired of them but not killed but simply left them be because they aren't a threat to him or the story.

Anyways I like to think about that very much. People created as plot devices - a scary, but very fascinating concept. I hope people will interact with this post and add more characters who they think also could be fake because I'd like to discuss that

also later, if anyone is interested, I might write a post about a reverse situation - people who I think Chuck deleted from the story

[talesofesther]

Anchor - Part 6

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Masterlist with the other parts

See part one for important notes

A/N: Woop here I am releasing the new part earlier because I finished writing it and I'm a nice gal. So, I think this part is significantly smaller than the last one, but I wanted it to end where it did. Also, for some reason it was a bit harder for me to write this part, I don't know why. But I hope it's not too awful and you guys like it anyway. Plus, Five has no idea of how to control his feelings, poor boy ksjdkjsd.  If you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know. ♥

“That woman we met before we went to the theater in 2019. She called you an assassin… Is that true?” Y/N asked carefully, trying not to break the almost peaceful aura of the room. A part of her didn’t want to know the answer, unsure of how things would be once she did. But she needed to know.

Five closed his eyes once again. That was the one question he wished she wouldn’t ask.

The boy let out a shaky breath. Why was he so nervous? He wasn't like this when he talked about it with Luther, why is he like this now? Maybe it was the fact that he didn't have to worry about Luther leaving, him being his brother and all. But her, she had that choice. Y/N had the choice to never look him in the face again. And that terrified him for some reason.

But seeing as he didn't have a way out now, he preceded to tell Y/N everything. Five's voice was uncharacteristically soft and cautious. He told her that the woman they had met, The Handler, found him in the apocalypse and offered him a job. He told her how they transformed him into an instrument of correcting the timeline by killing. How this was his only way of surviving until he could figure out his equation and get back to 2019. He told her everything. And all the while Y/N was just staring intently at him. Sometimes she would furrow her brows while processing some information, but other than that, there was no reaction.

"I was good at what I did. But I never enjoyed it". Five added as soon as he finished his explanation. He moved uncomfortably on his seat on the couch, anxiously waiting for some kind of reaction from Y/N. He didn't even realize he was griping his shorts in nervousness like a teenage boy talking to his crush.

"So you really are an assassin" Y/N whispered, more to herself than to him. She looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and looked down at her hands. "A hitman".

"I was. Yes" Five's voice was so low that if she hadn't been sitting next to him she wouldn't have heard it. Like he himself didn't want to accept this as his reality.

Y/N let out another sigh as she risked a look up at his face. Five looked troubled, his eyes never left her face and he seemed like he was clenching his teeth in anxiousness or anticipation. For what? She thought. What does he think I'll do? I don't even know myself.

That was true. Y/N had no idea how to react, or what to say to all of this. What do you do when someone tells you they're an assassin? That they literally take human lives?

You run, scared for your own life? But Y/N didn't want to be scared of him. Despite his serious facade, Five was proving to be a sweet person. Maybe a bit socially awkward, but sweet.

Do you go to the police? Because killing is so very wrong? But Y/N knew that accepting that job was the only way Five could stay alive. It was the only way he could get back to 2019, to save his family. And come to think of it, she would be dead too if he hadn't come back to stop the apocalypse.

This was all way too much to process. Y/N's thoughts were starting to get conflicted. She needed time.

"Did you kill innocent people too?" The girl asked him.

"Sometimes" was all Five could answer. He knew there was no reason to lie now.

Y/N almost felt an urge to hug the boy again. He looked so lost right now. His big eyes were looking at her intently, pleading for her to understand, and they were shining. Shining in the yellow light coming from the street. Y/N could get lost in those eyes, and she almost did, but she needed time.

She just nodded at him and averted her gaze.

Five gulped and looked away from her as well. Understanding her silent demand. That was it then. He presumed she was now scared of him or something, but then, who wouldn't? She wasn't his for him to lose her, and yet he felt like he had. She clearly didn't want anything to do with him anymore, right? For the first time, Five acknowledged how broke and tainted he really was. The apocalypse was everything he knew, once that was over, he had no idea what to do with himself. And now he realized that no one would ever care enough about him to help him figure it out. He was a killer, a person that grew up alone and had probably too much traumatic baggage to carry. And no one would want to deal with that.

Ignoring his quivering lip and the annoying tears prickling at his eyes, Five got up and teleported away. Y/N's rejection hurt him way more than he would care to admit.

_________

Y/N woke up the next morning hearing distant voices talking in the living room. The first thing she felt was her back hurting from sleeping on the couch all night.

After Five just teleported away without even saying goodnight, Y/N took the time to think about the things he had told her. She would be lying if she said that Five admitting that he killed people didn't worry her. But she eventually came to the conclusion that he had no other options and she would have probably done the same in his place. So all in all, she accepted it. It was definitely a lot to take in, but she knew that Five was a good person. And she trusted him.

The girl slowly sat up and stretched, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sunlight that was coming through the windows. Elliott's place was still a mess, but she soon saw him and Five talking in the corner.

"Can you develop it or not?" Five asked with an impatient voice.

"Sure" Elliott answered while he ate his cereal.

"How long?" Five said as his eyes drifted to Y/N's moving form getting up from the couch. His demeanor suddenly becoming tense.

"Maybe five, six hours" Elliott said as he followed Five's stare to Y/N's direction. "Morning girl". He lifted up his spoon to her.

"It's Y/N" she saluted him. "Morning Elliott".

Y/N got up and started walking towards them. Five abruptly turned away and drove his attention to all the papers pinned to the walls, all of Elliott's theories suddenly becoming very interesting as he did his best to ignore Y/N's presence.

"Um hey Elliott, do you still have some of this cereal left?" The girl asked while she tried to make her hair more presentable, pointing to what Elliott was eating.

"Sure. I'll get some for you" and so he disappeared into the kitchen.

"Thank you" the girl called to him.

Then she turned her eyes to Five, who was standing in front of her, but had his back to her. His shoulders were definitely too tense for this early in the morning.

"Good morning Five, did you sleep well?" Y/N tried to sound as casual as possible. Maybe not addressing the whole assassin thing would be better? She made her way to stay right beside him, their shoulders brushing. The boy became even tenser if that was even possible. His eyes intensely staring into a random newspaper article.

No. Five wanted to answer, he didn't sleep well at all. His night was plagued by nightmares, as usual. He couldn't say he was used to them, he didn't think he ever would be, but he knew they would come every night. But last night Y/N had made an appearance in them, it wasn't a pleasant one, and that's something he wasn't expecting. So no, he didn't sleep well.

He could have said that to her. For a moment he wondered what she would say if he did. But he didn't. Five stayed silent, doing his best to ignore the many questions in his head of why she was standing so close. His fingertips were slowly tracing the wood of the table in front of them.

"Hey, are you okay?" Y/N's gentle voice appeared again.

Why does she always have to ask that? Five thought as he put a distance between them and walked to the middle of the room. He presumed she was just being her usual kind self. Because now his presence probably made her uneasy, right? So despite wanting to be close to her and talk, Five moved away. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away... Even more.

"Fine" he answered in the most emotionless voice.

Why he still has the need to lie to me? Y/N thought as she turned around to look at him once again. Bracing her back on the table and crossing her arms.

"Okay then. Listen, I think we should-" the girl couldn't complete her sentence because the radio cut her off.

'Attention all units, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook sanitarium'

At the same time, Elliott entered the room again, a new bowl of cereal in his hands.

"The hell is a code 3-15?" Five's attention was now fully on the radio as he asked Elliott about it.

"Fugitives on the run" the weird man answered as he handed Y/N the bowl of cereal. She took it gratefully, muttering thanks to Elliott as she put a spoonful on her mouth. She was quite hungry.

"Oh, Diego" Five whispered as he braced himself in front of the radio. "Elliott you get started on that film. I'll be back as soon as I can" he said as he was already walking out of the room.

"No no. Wait, Five. I'll go with.." Y/N hurriedly walked after him, almost spilling the cereal on herself "... You" she finished just as she saw a flash of blue. And he was gone again.

The girl groaned, annoyed "I swear, this boy... Is getting on my nerves" her knuckles holding the spoon turned white.

"Is he always like this?" Elliott appeared behind her.

"Yeah, I'm starting to think he is" Y/N sighed. Something was up with Five today, she was going to figure out what it was.

_________

Well, Y/N's position at the moment was... Not ideal. Apparently whatever there was in the film that Five asked Elliott to develop was enough to freak him out to the point where he ended up tying Y/N to the railings that overlooked the bottom floor. She tried to reason with him, but he was pretty insistent. He looked truly scared so she didn't really fight him when he made his way to tie her up, she knew that as soon as Five came back, she would be free again. Poor Elliott had nothing to do with this and was already losing his mind.

And sure enough, not long after, Five arrived with Diego and another woman. Y/N didn't think she would be this happy at seeing Diego, but she was so glad to see that he was okay. And his hair was bigger too, she liked it.

Y/N winced when Elliott's rifle shot the ceiling, Five had easily teleported in front of him making him do so. Diego soon followed and took the weapon out of the man's hands.

Not even a second later, Five was standing in front of Y/N. "Did he hurt you?" His voice was low, only for her to hear. One of his hands came up to lightly touch her cheek. His eyes frantically looked over her entire body in search of injuries, his expression one of pure concern.

"No, I'm okay" Y/N answered him in just a whisper. Her gaze was fixated on him. He was so close, his fingertips lightly brushing her left cheek. Her brows furrowed at his actions as she analyzed his face. What is up with him? In the morning he was so distant and now this?

Only when Five met her eyes that he realized what he was doing. The boy sucked in a harsh breath and suddenly removed his hand from her face. His now slightly shaking hands working on untying Y/N from the railings. Five kicked himself mentally. What was that? He was so worried that Elliott maybe had done something to Y/N that he just... Didn't think. Five would have never invaded her space like that, especially not after last night. But as soon as he saw her, his body seemed to move on his own towards the girl. She was making him lose control and that was not good, he needed to stay focused.

With her hands now free, Y/N rubbed her sore wrists. Her eyes were still landed on Five, and the boy already looked deep in thought. But most of all, Y/N realized that he looked utterly confused. She had no idea why he was acting so strange lately, but now it seemed like he was just as lost as she was.

When Five started to move away from her. Y/N was finally able to grab his hand and stop him. As soon as he felt her soft hand holding his one, he froze.

"Five, wait. I think we should talk"

Five gulped. Everything felt so tender, so real.

"Please don't" his voice was nothing but a whisper. Please don't give me hope that you care. Please don't make me yearn for something that I can't have.

And when Y/N saw the look in his eyes. She let go.

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[emersonfreepress]

What would the ro's be like in a zombie au?

whyyyyy anon whyyy. I'm actually gonna write this in like.. slightly different terms, you'll see. any time I even briefly think of a zombie au I'm just like

I WANNA WRITE IT SO BADDD

i don't even allow myself to entertain it for very long because getting into that would be the worst thing ever for my productivity with the alpha omg 😂😂 so I'll put like the ideas that pop into my head for writing a zombie au, to work some of that creative frustration out 😆

so in this very general, absolutely noncommittal idea of mine, the main cast are older and the setting is in and around a civilian settlement led by the Emersons.

and as a refresher, i like my zombie aus to have fast zombies and fast infections ^ ^ 28 Days Later/Train to Busan style babyyyy, we the Sprinting Dead up in this bitch 😆

= = =

Gabe is, predictably, looking for what's left of his family. Following rumors of safe havens and bunkers and such. Starts the story as someone who tries to be diplomatic, if not outright pacifist, but as times get tougher and resources dwindle, he'd become one of the most cutthroat motherfuckers in the wasteland. Low-key though, low-key. People won't trust you if they know you’re capable of throwing them to a horde for strategic reasons. Like if Rick turned into Shane (for those of us familiar with early Walking Dead--idk did that happen eventually? i gave up before we even met Negan lol). The end justifies the means :) Damn, I can legit see Gabe going full evil in a zombie au omg 😂😂 i want to write it so fucking bad

Preferred weapon for zed encounters: rifle

Preferred weapon for human encounters: handgun

Faith in humanity: fucking zero

Zombie kill count: plenty; the type to kill every zombie he has spare ammo and time for

Human kill policy: When it benefits him or the people he’s looking after

Survival rating: B+; he can make it out of some pretty dire situations through sheer will to live and ruthlessness

- - -

Kile has arrived--clearly, this is the timeline they belong in. They start their journey with Gabe (and their doggo) and stick to him like glue, even reluctantly so when Gabe eventually has them join the settlement. This can only go one way, though: Kile's just too much of a wildcard for the group and hates being told what to do. (Especially now that society has fallen, wtf) They'd make their exit alone and unannounced aside from a brief head’s up to Gabe. It's slightly bittersweet, but also? They get to loot and hunt and sneak around and kill fucking zombies, all by themself. Kile is a loner, a hiker, and a hunter to begin with so they do beyond fine on their own. However, once the inevitable violent human threat comes for the settlement, Gabe is sent out to convince Kile to come out of isolation, just this once please, to be the camp’s super soldier help defend the camp.

Zed weapon: p much anything they can get their hands on, ranged or melee, blunt or sharp, w/e; improvised weapons

Human weapon: hunting knife

Faith in humanity: never had any to begin with

Zombie kill count: lol infinite?? any zed they come across is double-dead if they have the time for it

Human kill policy: at Gabe’s direction or when provoked enough/threatened

Survival rating: A-; they trust no one, live in isolation, and prioritize survival above all else. only reason it’s not higher is they would risk their life for Gabe or their furbaby and also... their own Rambo-esque antics def attracts the occasional horde lmao

- - -

Jack... this poor boy, he doesn't deserve a zombie au 😂 He's one of those people that first believes zombies are just sick people, too squeamish to keep up with TV news coverage at the onset and too upset to consider anything else. He'd hunker down at home, staying holed up even while his neighbors evacuated, and probably be discovered while the main group is looting the same place as him. When people try to tell him the real state of the world, he'd be in denial until he absolutely couldn't be anymore. idk, probably after Kile shooting a bunch of non-lethal holes thru a zombie to make a point (attracting more in the process lol).

He’d almost immediately join the medical team at the settlement and as word spreads about how easy he is to talk to, he quickly becomes the literal on-site therapist. It's a role he embraces but... idk if it's an emotional burden he can bear. He's very emotionally resilient! But he ain't a professional lol imagine a whole settlement of traumatized zombie survivors seeking you out for counseling, yikes. He also can't say no to a person in need, so instead he quietly spirals into a very private depression while continuing to help others!!

Zed weapon: Oh gosh, do I really have to?

Human weapon: ...Kindness?

Faith in humanity: Unrealistically high

Zombie kill count: Single digit

Human kill policy: Not ever, unless completely unavoidable and to defend the defenseless

Survival rating: C...? idk, that feels generous. D+. To be protected at all costs!!

- - -

Jessie also had the initial reaction of hoping zombies could be saved, but she woke up from that dream swiftly. The science-minded person that she is, esp with her interest in biology, leaves her determined to find anybody who's got the intellect, expertise, and resources to start doing actual work toward a treatment, cure, vaccine—anything. Nothing would get her to finally unabashedly embrace her love of science (and innate leadership skills!!) faster than a zombie apocalypse! In fact, it’s thanks to her that the Emerson settlement’s got a small but growing team of scientists doing as much research as humanly possible to best educate the others on the outbreak and zombie behavior. Def no zombie experimentation going on though lol. ...Not yet, at least.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: rifle

Faith in humanity: High! We’ll find a solution! Don’t give up hope!

Zombie kill count: Double digits, but less than 30

Human kill policy: Only in unavoidable self-defense or defense of others

Survival rating: B! She has experience with ranged weapons, farming and gardening skills, first aid, camping experience, and a can-do attitude with a healthy dose of realism!

- - -

Rain remains cargo as I said in the last post about this 😆 They'd be very good for keeping clothes repaired and making useful modifications in the settlement, but their life up to this point has been very sheltered and privileged. We're talking somebody with a chauffeur and a personal chef before the outbreak! They would contribute to quality of life and homemaking efforts more than anything—an overlooked aspect of these scenarios tbh! After as many months of dragging their feet as possible and being nigh impossible to track down when you need them, they eventually become involved in meal planning and even help out with medical stuff if they're asked.

Zed weapon: how do you reload this thing again?

Human weapon: switchblade or other concealable sharp-pointy

Faith in humanity: Very low

Zombie kill count: 0! Can you believe it!

Human kill policy: Well if it’s you or me, of course I’m choosing me.

Survival rating: C. Being so tiny helps them find good hiding spots and their self-preservation is high enough to keep them from unnecessary risk-taking. Plus they're very stealthy! Self-defense is a major issue though, so hiding is always their best option.

- - -

Rupan/Rohan scouts for and leads scavenging missions and is Curt's right hand on the recruitment team. The two of them together are the perfect combo of diplomacy, debate, and deception--although R is more honorable about the last one and will only deceive for strategic reasons. When they aren’t looting and recruiting, they’re doing peacekeeping inside the settlement. Most social disputes end up getting brought to them for mediation and they’re pretty dang good at making and enforcing calls. One day they’ll wake up to realize they’ve basically become a sheriff and feel the need to puke their guts up and do something, anything, to reassure themself they’re still punk 😂

Zed weapon: SMG

Human weapon: shotgun

Faith in humanity: Believes in fundamental goodness but knows better than to trust first impressions

Zombie kill count: decent, more than 40; you won’t catch them having a field day tho, they’re trying to gtfo of most zed situations

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. And they aren’t, at all, immune to a revenge rampage either...

Survival rating: B-. Can handle themself both with humans and zeds but is vulnerable to hostage situations and truly difficult sentimental/interpersonal decisions!

- - -

Vivian/Vincent manages inventory and stock and they run it so efficiently it’s scary! They're the perfect pick: a hawk-eyed tyrant and tattletale 😂 Despite constantly butting heads with just about everyone on every imaginable thing, they quickly become an important part of the inner circle of decision-makers for the settlement at large. Terrible at stealth, jumpy, and squeamish at the sight of blood and gore, they literally never go on missions unless they're 100% needed for their expertise on a supply run. (They would deny all of these shortcomings are that big a problem, meanwhile R is definitely acting as their bodyguard lol.) When they do tag along, they're prone to becoming the damsel in distress. Seriously, it happens near every fucking time. It's like they just attract only the most improbable and perilous zombie attacks and hostage situations 😆

Zed weapon: shotgun

Human weapon: handgun

Faith in humanity: Medium; seeing people work together at the settlement helps restore it a bit

Zombie kill count: Double digits, under 25

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. Well, no, not by me! Get one of the ruffians to do it!

Survival rating: C-. They’d be higher if they weren’t such natural zombie bait.

- - -

Heidi is running the settlement, well-organized to the degree of actually managing to bring bureaucracy to a post-zombie apocalypse settlement 😂 People are free to come and go, but getting in if you don't live there requires trading something of value (fuel, med supplies, food, etc), temporary surrender and registry of firearms and explosives, and you gotta GTFO at the time and date specified upon entry! You can stay long-term if you contribute to the community in a tangible way—and each person admitted is approved by Heidi personally. Yes, every individual. No, she has no free time. And she is not known to be lenient with rule breakers—you want rule bending, you’ll have to go to Curt for that. People kind of hate her, but it can't be denied that she runs a tight ship. She kind of throws herself into the work to avoid the harsher reality at large and hasn't left the settlement in a long time. She's out of touch with how bad things have gotten in the wastes, but she knows better than to take reports at anything less than face value--even when she's skeptical.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: handgun; dagger

Faith in humanity: Medium. It fluctuates, honestly

Zombie kill count: Double digits, less than 20

Human kill policy: Violent threats must be taken out if they can’t be reasoned with. Spare those who surrender, eradicate those who don't, keep an eye on the newbies. Not tryin’ to nurse any vendettas around here lol

Survival rating: B. She's good with a firearm, masterful at persuasion, and savvy enough to calculate risks appropriately. Also far tougher than her prim exterior and demeanor suggests!

- - -

Curt leads the recruitment and reconnaissance teams! When a new person or group shows up in the area, Curt's the one who stalks watches them, decides if they're worth approaching, and if they should be approached with an invitation, a simple acknowledgment/announcement of their presence, or an outright armed warning to leave the area. He also keeps tabs on morale and general confidence inside the settlement, alongside R. When he isn’t leading those efforts, though, he’s flirting with settlers and squirreling his way out of manual labor and other chores. He’s also secretly growing weed at his place--don’t tell Heidi or Vi ‘cause they’ll wanna yell at him and ration it UGH.

Zed weapon: SMG, explosives

Human weapon: handgun, dagger

Faith in humanity: Pft, sorry, what now?

Zombie kill count: ...way more than you’d expect

Human kill policy: I don’t start confrontations, but I sure as fuck end them.

Survival rating: A! He’s good at playing hapless idiot when it suits him to be underestimated, good with firearms, and capable of being ruthless and decisive in life or death situations! Plus he has no qualms about ditching the settlement if he decides it’s not working out for him. Just don’t tell Heidi lol

[the-silentium]

The Lost Future Pt. 2

Masterlist Part 3

Pairing: soulmate!Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where the soulmates share their wounds. || Along with your brother, you are transported into the 1960's with a bunch of kids you don't know. Turns out they are trying to stop the 2019 apocalypse and you are playing a key part of it.

Words: 3500 words

Warnings: Violence, swears, angst, fluff. FRENCH WORDS Y'all have to bear with my French Canadian ass.

A/N: Yay part 2 is out! We are almost at the best part :3 I love comments and feedback 💜 The French words are translated so no need to go on google translate and have a bad traduction. Also, I anyone want to be tagged in the next part, feel free to ask. Enjoy!

After everyone had calmed down and the two slashed hands were taken care of, the food was shared and people scattered to different places in the house and bunker. Andrew hasn't left your side until 11, asking non-stop how you were feeling and catching you up about what happened into his life while you were away. 

"So yeah. Oh and I got a puppy." You squealed in excitation. You loved dogs and puppies were the best. You already knew what breed Roo's companion was, you both had wanted one for years but you would never deny your old Mountain Bernese, Berrick, all the love and attention he deserved. 

"You got a Samoyed?" Oh how you wanted to shower this little ball of white fur in cuddles and kisses. 

"Ya. Named him Yukon. He's the happiest puppy of the world but damn! He loves mud better than his food! I swear, he starts dancing when it rains and the second we open the door, he rolls into the closest puddle of mud." You laugh wholeheartedly, the image clear in your mind. Your joy was short-lived when you caught the sight of a certain blue-eyed boy. Your soulmate. 

The thought felt weird but incredibly right. Deep inside you, a primal desire was burning for you to dive right into the newfound relationship without any back thought and see what would happen next. Unfortunately, you knew what would happen next. It was inevitable. 

So maybe you could save Five from a major heartbreak and just reject him. It would hurt every party involved, but it was the best option. You couldn't lead him on, make him love you, and then break his heart. From what you learned while being around Five today, is that he has walls around his heart. So tall. So thick. You were sure any trauma that would leave someone else broken in thousands of pieces would not even bother him. But your link with him gave you a secret passage through these defenses making you one of the few things that could hurt him. 

"Do you really want to do this to you? Deny yourself to be happy?" Damn him and his perfect reading of you. 

"You know what I'm going back to when we go back in 2019." 

"I do. That's why I say that you should enjoy it while it lasts. You deserve it." 

You scoffed at his comment. "It would be selfish. He would suffer because of me." 

Andrew sighed, he would never change your mind and he knew it. He softly patted the back of your hand before getting up. "All I say is you have your last chance." He made his way in another room, where his not so comfortable bed was waiting for him to try and sleep as much as he could before another day began. 

You harshly wiped the fresh tears for your eyes, but your throat was constricting despite your best efforts. At least, you managed to keep your sobs in, the only telltale of your predicament being the regular shakes of your body. 

You froze when you felt fingers stroking your arm in a reassuring manner. You didn't dare to breathe, in fear of letting a sob escape your lips. No one else could know.

"I'll kill him if he hurt you." Your ragged breath caused the pressure on your arm to increase slightly. You really tried to resist. You tried. But you needed the comfort. Just once. You would allow it just this once. 

"That's what brothers do. You should know that." Five hummed before moving closer. You didn't know how your body knew that Five was going to get onto your bed and sit so that your head would be on his lap, but it did. Your desire to cry came back full force when you realize how heavenly the feeling was. His hand in your hair, his fingers tracing lines on your arm, his patience when waiting for your shaking form to calm down. You felt so dirty to enjoy his presence while knowing that you were digging the grave of his happiness. 

"I'm definitely killing him." You laughed, tapping his legs in a playful manner. His chuckles sounded like music to your ears and you knew right then that you signed your fate. You needed to hear it again and maybe if you were lucky enough, you could hear his laugh before everything ended. 

"Sooo…" You turned on your back so you could try to discern his handsome features in the dark. "Why does Klaus call you old bastard? We are all born on the same day, right?" 

"Yes. But when I jumped into the apocalypse, I got stuck there for 45 years, meaning that my mind is 58 years old." The three lasts words were so low that you almost missed them. Almost. "Deal breaker?" Your bandaged hand reached for his, testing the water. 

"No. Never." You closed your eyes the second his fingers interlaced with yours. You tried to engrave this perfect moment, your first intimate time with your new-found soulmate in your memory.  

"I'm sorry." Five's whispered. His fingers were tracing the border of the bandages covering your hand. 

"For what? You didn't hurt me." You admired his hair, contemplating how soft they would feel under your fingers. 

"Yes I did. I was a hitman. I got stabbed, I barely survived an explosion, I hurt myself in the apocalypse so many times that I'm surprised I didn't die from an infection-" Your furrowed brow made him ponder. "You never got hurt because of me?" 

"Nope. Never. Did you?" He shook his head. His fingers slowed their motions on your hand, telltale of his mind working at light speed. You couldn't stop yourself this time and reached for his dark strands, combing your fingers through their softness. For a tiny second, Five tensed, stopping his ministrations simultaneously but soon relaxed and leaned into your hand. You smiled and massaged his scalp just like your mother did to you when you weren't well. "Maybe our bond couldn't link us through the timelines." He sighed before a tired smile stretched his lips. "I'm glad." 

You giggled, trying to suppress the yawn building in your throat, but failing miserably. A kiss fell on your uninjured hand followed by a stroke on the cheek. "Get some sleep." Your whine got a chuckle from him. "We'll have plenty of time after we stop the apocalypse." A last kiss landed on your forehead and Five moved to get up.  "Good night, mon âme soeur." 

You smiled at his flawless use of French. "Bonne nuit, my soulmate" 

…………………………….

Just after breakfast (read here the rest of yesterday's diner) everyone gathered in the bunker to assess yours and your brother's powers. 

"So, Roo can kinda dematerialize himself? I don't know how to explain it." The Hargreeves were all sat on couches, watching them intently. Vanya had woken up and was briefed of the recent events. 

"Just show us." Diego played with a knife, obviously bored. 

Andrew placed himself in the middle of the room while you joined Five and sit on the ground between his legs. Andrew pointed to Klaus who was fiddling with a controller. "Throw it at me." 

The surprised cough of Klaus made you giggle. His left hand went to his chest dramatically, his eyes wide. "Me? Throw an innocent controller at you?" Letting go of the act, Klaus' eyes returned to normal, a smile on his face. "Fine." 

The throw was messy and weak, hitting its target on the chest nonetheless before falling to the ground and a back piece of it broke. Your twin lifted his arms as to say "see?" He then pointed to Diego, shiny knife still in hands. "Throw it at me. Don't hold back and don't deviate." 

The room stopped breathing. "Sorry, what?" Diego was incredulous, just like everyone else, minus you. 

Confident, Andrew nodded. "You heard me. Bring it on." 

Allison and Vanya tried to dissuade their brother, clearly afraid that someone would be gravely hurt in this process. "You asked for it." You weren't surprised by the amount of force Diego put behind his throw. The knife flew at an incredible speed, passing right through Andrew leaving no hole, no blood, nothing. On the other side, the wall wasn't as lucky. 

"What?!" Diego was on his feet in a second, quickly getting to his knife to inspect it while your brother flashed a smug grin. "Things pass through you?" His eyes went from the broken controller at their feet to the weapon, trying to figure out what really happened. 

"When I want them to." Hands digging in his pants pockets, Andrew swung himself on his heels and toes. "It comes very handy in fights."

You had indeed witnessed a fight between Roo and 3 bigger tugs, the outcome hasn't surprised you, but seeing it was very impressive. He had to time his punches so his body would be fully materialized when the punch landed all the while taking care that his body was dematerialized for any punch threw at him. His power had no secret for him and he mastered it completely. Unlike you, who lacked practice. 

Andrew then sit on the floor, his eyes not leaving yours. It was your turn. You nodded. Your nervosity was making your hands shake a bit. It has been a while since you last used your power and you were scared that you would embarrass yourself in front of the perfectly trained Hargreeves. A deep breath entered your lungs before you concentrated on visualizing Roo's soul. 

You could see it neatly, a pale ivory flame softly floating within Andrew's seated form. You projected your own soul forward, reaching for the silky edges of your brother's and pushed him into the back seat. You took control of his body, slight nausea hitting you in the first seconds. You blinked quickly, adjusting to your new vessel and assessed the scene before your new eyes. 

Your real body was laid down on the floor with a panicking Five leaning over it. He slowly shook its shoulders, your name falling from his lips in an urgent tone. Allison and Vanya scurried to help him, Klaus and Diego watched seemingly paralyzed and Luther was the one to slap the back of your current head. 

"What's happening to her?" 

"I'm fine. I told you, my body just shut down when I project myself." A furious Five raised his head to meet your eyes and you suddenly felt very small despite Andrew being taller than the blue-eyed boy. 

"Y/N? It's you in Andrew's body?" You nodded, unsure of what you just got into. "You didn't tell us shit!" His harsh tone caused a lump to form in your throat, blocking almost completely your airways. You knew you'd screw something up. Andrew's soul became agitated, its pure ivory slightly turning grey on the edges. You could feel his anger at the back of your mind, his need to punch something. I don't care that this midget is your soulmate. He better watch how he talks to you. You cringed at Andrew's thoughts. 

"Sorry." You muttered. You quickly projected yourself back into your body to try and appease everyone. You pondered if leaving the room was a good idea, fleeing from the trouble you had just created and more importantly, trying to forget Five's anger directed at you. The ex-assassin was thinking ahead of you, because even before you could set up your mind, a hand caught yours keeping you in place. He helped you get into a seated position and positioned himself right behind you, encasing you with his legs on each side of yours. 

Five's muscles on your back softened only slightly. Allison stayed close by despite everyone else regaining their initial place. "Now can you explain?" You didn't want to meet their eyes in fear of what you would see, so you kept your eyes low. 

"I can project myself into someone else's body. It’s like I take the wheel of their body and they are in the backseat. They can still see and hear what’s happening and when I get out, they remember everything. They just don’t know it was me.” You paused, trying to see if you missed anything. “Oh, and I can hear their thoughts and access their memories too. That’s pretty much it.”

“So you can possess anyone?” Andrew obviously didn’t like Diego’s tone despite it being a legitimate question. 

“As far as I know, yes. But I’ve not used my power much and I would never use my power on you guys. I’m not dumb.” 

Diego lifted his hands in the air in surrender even though his face clearly showed that he didn’t believe you. Klaus' way of watching you, elbows on his knees, eyes reduced to slits, a hand under his chin, set off alarms in your head. A stupid comment was coming your way. “Sooo. How is it to have, ya know, an extra appendage?” You nearly choked on your saliva at the pretty forward inquiry and your brain went blank for a second. You should have known. It was written in the sky that Klaus would get stuck at THAT fact. 

“Seriously Klaus?” Allison wasn’t impressed. Like. At all. 

You shivered at the memory of the first time you tried your power. You didn’t know what it was at the time, so you let Andrew persuade you to try it on him. The trick was, you two were kids back then and Andrew had a very tiny bladder. To top it all, you didn’t know how to get out of his body yet. “Eeeeh. J’essaye de pas y penser? Parce que c’est inconfortable pis troublant en criss.” “I try not to think about it? Because it’s really uncomfortable and fucking disturbing.” The reboot of your brain apparently forgot to change the default language from Canadian French to English, causing a chorus of what? in the room. A very familiar laugh followed suit, annoying and embarrassing at the same time. Your only comfort was found in the shape of Five’s arms wrapping around your waist.

“How long can you last into someone else’s body?” Five’s hot breath in your ear made you shiver for a totally new reason. You would have loved it if the moment hasn’t been broken.

“That’s what she said!” You were very, very close to hit someone, them being Roo or Klaus, you had no preference. Back at home, you weren’t known for your patience, quite the opposite. Your nickname wasn’t Panda for nothing. You liked to pick fights, even if it meant some black eyes at the end of the day. You tried to get up, escape the grip keeping you on your butt, with no big results. 

“I need an answer.” The serious look on his face made you stop squirming. 

“So far? An hour? A bit more? Why?”

Five nodded, a content smile on his perfect lips. His head tilted a bit to the side and he watched you like it was the first time he ever saw you. “You can stop the apocalypse.”

Andrew’s unstoppable laugh abruptly came to an end at those words. “I’m sorry. She what now?”

…………………………….

The plan was brilliant, not that you expected anything less from Five. The only issue was that you would need to take over someone’s body for way, way longer than an hour. The only way for you to do just that was to practice. And boy, did you practice. The Hargreeves way. 

You panted, the return to your original body was brutal and spontaneous. Every muscle in your body was screaming in pain, your lungs were burning and your heart was a movement away from exploding. You laid on the couch, staying as steady as possible to appease your aching frame. If it wasn’t enough, even your mind felt on fire. The multiple jumps from body to another was getting its toll on your mind and to help your cause, the ones you possessed were instructed to fight you back as much as they could. 

The Hargreeves and Andrew rotated between themselves to be your target. Undoubtedly, Diego was against it, but after some persuasion Five’s-style, he soon joined the training and damn did he fight you whenever his turn came.  

Each day you made progress, but as soon as you hit the pillow at the end of the day, you were gone for a good 14 hours to be able to function again. On the good side, you were now able to stay in a calm host for more than a day and managed to keep a hostile one for a good 10 hours. At one point, Five had instructed you to jump from a host to another one. You had shown him the middle finger as quickly as your suffering muscles allowed you, indulging to his demands nonetheless. Jumping from a person to another was difficult to say the least. You often lose focus while transferring, catapulting yourself back into your own body or the second host would immediately put you K.O. the moment you tried to push them in the back seat. 

It was safe to say that you hated these trainings. Each time you had to remind yourself why you were doing it and in the end, you made it. It took 2 whole days, but you made it. And today you mastered it.

“You last 9 hours in Luther and 7 in Klaus. That’s more than enough.” Five appeared at your side and took your hand in his, stroking the back of it slowly. You noticed said boys exiting the room to give you both some alone time. 

“No more training?” Your hoarse voice made Five frown. He leaned over you to grab something on the coffee table and as carefully as he could, he bring the water bottle to your lips. You make a last effort to take the bottle yourself, not surprised when your hands don’t move an inch. 

“No more training. Now you need to rest.” His hands slipped under your shoulders and knees and he lifted you like you weighed nothing. You so desperately wanted to stay awake, enjoy being in his arms before the last lap to stop the apocalypse began so you fought the exhaustion as much as you could. 

"You're so beautiful." His comment just above a whisper made you hide your face in the crook of his neck in self-consciousness. You were never one to like receiving compliments, always waving them off or at least say it back. The latter would have been a good option if you weren't scared of where that led you. 

"Five?" He hummed, waiting for you to continue. "What if I screw everything up?" 

Five finally reached your attributed bed, carefully setting you down on the covers before joining you. He stayed at an acceptable distance from you, so if a certain male was to pass, there shouldn't be any blood spilled. His hand went to your waist, slowly caressing the skin exposed by your misplaced shirt. 

"You won't. We trained you for this and I know you can do it. You're my soulmate after all." His signature smirk was back on his lips. His confidence relieved some of the anxiety that was slowly expanding at the back of your mind and you started to think that maybe you could do it. You could really save the world. "What do you miss the most to do? In 2019 I mean."

You furrowed in brow, deep in thoughts. You missed doing a lot of things.

"When I was a kid, once a year my parents would take us to a drive-in movie theatre. I've not done that in a long time." Five found himself reciprocating your dreamy smile. 

"It's a date then."

"What?" 

"It's a date." He repeated. "The first thing we'll do when we get back is go to that drive-in theatre, then I thought we could go stargazing at one of my favorite place." 

It was so unexpected, tears formed into your eyes in a flash despite your best efforts at repressing them. It didn't take long for Five to notice the water rolling down your cheeks, worry tainting his sharp features. 

"Shit. Is it too soon?" 

"No." The speed of your shaking head almost made you dizzy. "I'd love to go there with you." Even the radiant smile on your face couldn't stop the flow of tears cascading from your eyes, leading Five to see them as happy tears. He smiled in return, reducing the distance between your two bodies to none as he cradled you into his chest, his face buried in your hair. 

Your mind wanted to scream at the universe. Yell for the unfairness of your predicament and for how much pain your selfishness would inevitably create. 

The events of the day got to you, your mind getting foggier and your breath steadier. As you were about to fall asleep, three little words flew to your ears, soft, almost indiscernible but pretty clear. 

"I love you."

Part 3

[jadewritings]

His Missing Piece Pt. 1

Request: Can you please write Shane x Reader where Y/n is Lori's best friend from high school and she reunites with her on the farm. Shane falls in love with her from the start, because of how fearless she's and how much she loves kids. She always looks out for Carl, because Lori is kinda a shitty mom. When Lori notices how Shane looks at her friend, she gets worried and overprotective of Y/n. But everyone notices that Shane is a better person since Y/n joined their group, because of her Shane lives. Ty

Pairing: Shane Walsh x reader

Warnings: Like with any zombie story, there will be details of blood and gore. Death of course and language is a definite too.

Word count: 1.2k

Life is unknown, it takes turns you’d never expect, it puts you in situations you never thought you’d be in. The apocalypse, now that’s definitely one for the history books. You would watch a movie with scenarios like that, but to actually be like that in real life? You couldn’t imagine.

I never once thought if I’d be the type to survive a zombie outbreak. But I’d be damned if I’d let anything happen to anyone I cared about. So, when everything started, I fought like hell to protect my family. But I lost my dad to the walkers. My mother passed years ago and left my dad and my brother and I.

Caleb and I made it on our own for a while. I tried looking for my best friend Lori. We went to her house but the place was empty. Albums were gone so I had a gut feeling she made it somewhere safe.

Her husband, Rick was like a brother to me. I’d known him since high school just like Lori because they were high school sweethearts.

I’d admit, I was a little jealous. But I was happy to see my best friend so in love and happy with a guy. He was the best thing that happened to her. Well, until little Carl came along.

It was at the baby shower that she asked me to be his godmother, to which I happily accepted. I cherish that boy and love him like my own every day.

My brother and I traveled for a while, never finding a good enough space for longer than a night. Walkers were everywhere and it seemed like there were growing numbers of them everyday. It got harder and harder to keep my little brother sane. He had nightmares almost every night now.

He told me he keeps seeing dad and mom like those things outside and he’s hiding in a shed and they bang the door down. He always wakes up right before they eat him.

I feel bad, we’re running low on food and I’ve given my rations to him to keep him strong and healthy.

“Goodnight Caleb.” I said to him, turning off the lantern. We’d settled into a small house we’d cleared just before the sun set.

“Night, Y/N.” He turned over in his sleeping bag but I knew he’d try to stay awake as long as he could. I sighed and tried my best to go to sleep. I could only comfort him so much.

After a while, I think I was just about to go into a deep sleep but something jostled me awake. I looked over and Caleb was gone. My heart raced and I started to panic. My heart ached already and my gut was twisted in knots.

I grabbed the hand gun I’d taken from our home when it all started and put on my jacket. I checked the house for any sign of him but there wasn’t any. Then, I looked through the curtains and saw Caleb walking towards a few walkers who quickly started walking to him.

My heart wanted to beat right out of my chest and I screamed his name but he just kept going. I ran out of the house, gun raised but I was too late. They tackled him to the ground and he didn’t even move to fight them. He... he wanted to die.

I shot every one of them. I didn’t care if it drew attention, I didn’t care if it was loud, I just needed my brother.

I ran to him and shoved the dead bodies off of him and cupped his cheeks, “Caleb! Caleb why?!” I shouted and tears streamed down my face. I just didn’t understand.

He gurgled on his own blood, “I-I nee...ded it to e-end.”

That only brought more tears. I couldn’t protect my own brother even from himself. He was always the stronger one, the one to comfort me when I was down and I didn’t even do anything for him.

“I’m sorry... I’m so so sorry.”

“You... did all y-you could.” He choked on his blood some more. I felt it splash on my face but I didn’t care. He placed a trinket in my hand and closed it around it, “Please... just... go. S-survive for us.” Those were his last words to me. His eyes seemed to fade and he was no longer shaking. It only seemed to hurt more, seeing that look.

I gently kissed his forehead before putting a bullet in his brain. I don’t think I could handle finding him as one of those things.

I heard a noise from behind me and turned. A hoard of them walking up the road. I took one last look at my brother then ran for it. Any direction, I didn’t care. I didn’t stop running, for Caleb's sake. He wanted me to survive, that’s what I’ll do. Till I can’t anymore.

It felt like I’d been walking for years. I never stopped, save for stocking up. I slept little but enough for me to get back out on the road.

I eventually got to this wooded area. I noticed a deer in the woods from afar. One good thing about the apocalypse is that nature could bloom and take over again. Animals walk anywhere freely without being hunted.

Then I heard it. The gunshot. Singular, only one and it took the deer down but then voices began shouting. Men. I was cautious but curious. So I looked through a clearing and saw a man running towards a farmhouse with a boy in his arms.

“Who the hell are you?” I felt the cold metal on the back of my head before I could even register anything. I put my hands up slowly like any rational person would do. But then, quick like lightning, I pushed it aside and skillfully took it from him and raised it at him.

“Y/N?” I took one look at him and lowered the gun. My eyes wide with tears, I flung myself into his arms.

“Shane! Oh my god! You’re alive!” I could feel his arms go around me, one fistful of my hair and the other supporting my back.

“As happy as I am to see you, we need to get to that house, now!” He grabbed my hand and we raced across the field. A man Shane screamed at with a fuller build struggled to keep up behind us. He had a rifle so I could only assume he was the shooter.

We got inside and my heart immediately dropped. I saw my godson laying on the bed, bleeding out with the others worked on him. It was then that the pieces clicked together.

A rage built inside me. That man shot Carl. Shane acted out on his rage, gripping the man's shirt tightly, wanting to hit him.

I pulled him back but glared at the guy, Odis, I think his name was. I realized he didn’t mean to shoot Carl. The deer had gone down before him, he didn’t know the boy was there. Even as he spoke saying the same thing, the anger just wouldn't go away.

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you are so incredibly talented! thank you so much for writing one of my new fave TUA fics. for the ficlets, what about- 'Just promise me you’ll stay here' and/or 'just.. put down the very sharp knife'

Five didn’t know how he had let this happen.

He’d known, objectively, of course, that his siblings weren’t safe. That as long as they remained people out of time in 1963, the Commission would come after them. That much was a given from the moment the Swedes had killed Hazel. Five knew that they’d keep coming, that they wouldn’t give up, until Five took everyone back to 2019 and stopped the apocalypse for good.

He’d also known, as a matter of fact, that his siblings were not invincible. Sure, they were capable fighters who could take care of themselves in most situations, Reginald had trained them well enough, after all, to unleash them onto criminals when they were barely even teenagers. But despite their powers and advantages they were still human, they could get hurt, they could fail, they could die. They’d already lost Ben, after all, it’s not impossible that they could lose someone else.

It was a possibility. But that was all it was ever meant to be. None of Five siblings were actually supposed to die. He was supposed to take care of them this time around, he was supposed to fix things.

What was he going to tell the others?

“Five?”

It was like a yawning, empty chasm had opened up inside of Five, swallowing up anything that wasn’t terror and despair. The others were going to blame him for this, weren’t they? The Commission hadn’t gone after any of them until Five showed up. And now Klaus was dead because Five went and fucked up by making a bad deal that turned his entire family into priority targets. Of course the Handler was going to betray him, of course she was going to send more agents. Five was a loose end that she couldn’t leave untied. All of this was Five’s fault but Klaus was the one who’d paid the price. Klaus didn’t deserve this. They were never supposed to go after him.

“Hey... Five? Número cinco?”

Wait, Five was sure he’d killed everyone. He turned toward the voice, confused.

Five couldn’t quite understand what he was seeing.

Klaus was standing across the room, staring at Five with a look of wide-eyed uncertainty that looked almost like worry. His clothes were still soaked with his own blood, and it didn’t make sense that he was standing, and staring, and talking at Five like Five was some sort of cornered animal. 

Klaus was dead.

“Klaus?” Five’s voice cracked on his brother’s name. 

None of this made sense.

“Yep! That’s me alright!” Klaus said with forced merriment, punching the air stiffly. “Your favorite brother!” 

Klaus glanced nervously at something in Five’s hand.

“What?” Five breathed, uncomprehending. He took a step toward Klaus.

Klaus immediately took a step back in alarm, his eyes growing even wider.

“Uh, Five?” Klaus said, holding out a hand. “Do you think you could…? Just... put down the very sharp knife?”

Instinctively, Five tightened his grip on his weapon. “I- But you died.”

“Nope, definitely not dead,” Klaus smiled widely, sweeping his arms out as if to show off how healthy he was.

“No, I saw-” Five swallowed, blinking as his eyes began to sting with tears. “I checked, I-”

How was this happening? Five had confirmed for himself that his brother had had no pulse. He had been too late, even rewinding time wasn’t enough to bring him back. Each second that Five had turned back the clock, desperately praying, hoping, as he stared - all Klaus had done was lie there in a pool of his own blood, staring expressionless at the ceiling. What sort of sick joke was it that the first time Five discovered he was capable of something like this, he couldn’t even use it to save someone he loved? Five had forced time to keep rewinding until his vision had gone black and his power had sputtered out, refusing to take him back any further. 

“Five…?”

Then, there had only been rage, burning white hot through his veins as he launched himself at Klaus’ assailants and cut them down one by one. He dredged up reserves of energy he hadn’t even known he had, abusing his power to end the lives of the dozen armed soldiers in the most bloody and agonizing ways he knew. The combat knife had been so useful, from the moment he lifted it off of one of the men. It could cut cleanly through arteries and have them drowning in their own blood. It could cleave through muscle and tendon, leaving them crumpled on the floor, their limbs useless. A person could survive half a dozen hits if Five aimed well, before they eventually bled out from the trauma.

There had been so much blood, the air was still thick and heavy with it even now. It was smeared on Five’s face, and matted in his hair and clothes. Five wasn’t sure he could wash it all out, this time around.

Klaus was suddenly closer than he was before. Then, Five watched as Klaus almost tripped over a dead body, muttering a curse.

“Shit,” Five murmured, furiously blinking back tears as realization hit him. “I’m going insane. I’m finally losing it.”

“What?” Klaus looked up at him in surprise. “Five, please. It’s okay. I can’t die, alright?” 

And that was such a stupid statement that Five could almost believe it was the real Klaus saying it instead of simply a hallucination in his head.

“I’ve died like a dozen times before and it’s never stuck.” Klaus explained, and then, his gaze snapped to the side and shifted into a glare. “Yes I know I could have said something earlier, okay? You are not being helpful right now.”

“What do you mean you’ve died before?” Five said, unable to believe his brain would come up with something as illogical as this. 

“Look it’s… sort of a long story,” Klaus said, coming slowly toward him. Then, Klaus frowned. “Actually I guess it’s not that long. I’ve died before, alright? Overdose, hitting my head… I think I froze to death one winter, actually, and that wasn’t fun. It never sticks. I’ve talked to God and she has this whole vendetta against me. Don’t ask me why.”

“I found your body in the apocalypse, I buried you.” Five said in disbelief. Klaus was lying. He had died before. Five had seen it. When he was thirteen years’ old he’d dragged his brother’s body across the city in his cart, to the park where they used to all sneak away to on summer nights, where they used to play tag and frisbee together beneath the moonlight. He had dug Klaus’ grave and buried him himself.

“Okay, that-” Klaus walked even closer, awkwardly stepping over yet another body. “I can’t explain that. Maybe the apocalypse was finally my time, and God decided I was allowed to stay, but look, I’m fine now, alright?”

This was such a stupid conversation Five couldn’t imagine he was actually having it with himself. This couldn’t… really be Klaus, could it?

Klaus took another step, and he was in front of Five now. Five stared at him, uncertain and more than a little terrified. 

Then, Klaus gingerly reached out, and Five looked down as Klaus put his hand on Five's wrist, nudging him to lower the knife.

Five started, inhaling sharply as he felt pressure against his skin. He stared down at the point of contact in awe. Klaus’ hand was cold. It was real. It was real?

When Five did’t resist him, Klaus started to gently pry Five’s fingers from the knife, ignoring the sticky redness of drying blood. As Five let go, Klaus carefully tugged the knife from Five’s hand.

Then, he threw the weapon to the side, and the blade landed with a clatter on the floor.

Five stared at where it landed, in shock.

Hallucinations couldn’t do that.

“Hey, I’m fine, alright?” Klaus said, looking down at Five with a terrifyingly soft look on his face.

As though to prove it to Five, Klaus pulled on Five’s hand and pressed Five’s palm to his chest, right above his heart, and covered Five’s hand with his.

Five stared at his hand helplessly, sensing the faint thump of Klaus’ heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of Klaus’ chest with each breath he took. There was something soothing in the way Klaus’ hand seemed to be warming against Five’s own.

“Still alive, still breathing.” Klaus said softly.

Five stared, silent and still, for what felt like a full minute, as his mind tried to make sense of what was in front of him. It was like he was fumbling to piece together a puzzle in the pitch dark. He knew the pieces fit, but he didn’t quite know how. Was it possible that Klaus had somehow just come back from the dead? It went against everything Five knew about human physiology, everything Five had ever witnessed himself (Klaus, dead, three times over). Five knew that the Klaus he’d buried in the apocalypse had unquestionably been a corpse.

Yet Klaus was here, alive and whole, right in front of him.

It was hard to deny the thump of Klaus’ heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest, or the warmth against Five’s skin.

“Klaus,” Five breathed, lifting his gaze. Klaus' hazel eyes widened as their eyes met, and a soft, relieved smile spread across his face.

They were born with extraordinary powers, after all, Five thought. Was this perhaps one of Klaus’? His connection with the dead somehow exempted him from dying, in certain conditions?

“C’mere,” Klaus said, and then pulled Five into a hug.

Five’s eyes widened as Klaus wrapped his arms around him, and suddenly, Klaus’ warmth was overpowering. He wasn’t the cold, stiff corpse Five had found only minutes ago. His beating heart, the rhythm of his breathing, had restored warmth to him that had always belonged. The stench of blood was even stronger like this, but Five was sort of used to it now. 

Five slowly let out a breath as the reality of the situation washed over him. Klaus was alive. Five had failed him but Klaus was still alive despite it all. Everything was, will be, fine. 

It was like taking his first breath after hours trapped underwater.

“Ta-da.” Klaus said, squeezing Five a bit too tight. “I’m immortal.”

Needing confirmation, Five pulled away from the hug and started tugging at Klaus’ shirt. Klaus immediately started fighting him, wriggling and trying to tug Five hands away.

“Oh hey, no, that’s weird, Five- Five! We’re brothers and you’re much too young-”

Five won the battle in the end, and lifted Klaus’ shirt as Klaus stood awkwardly in front of him, arms half raised to let Five do what he wanted. Despite all the blood, there was only an expanse of smooth skin. Five stared in amazement. Klaus had no injuries. Not even any scars. 

Five dropped his hands, and staggered backward with a sigh of relief.

Klaus tugged at his shirt in an attempt to get more comfortable. There was no salvaging either of their outfits, considering how sticky and soaked they were. Suddenly, Five desperately wanted a shower.

“Why didn’t you fucking say anything?” Five said, raising a hand to his temples as anger and frustration surged within him. “I thought you were dead, Klaus!”

“Well, I was dead,” Klaus said, shrugging. “It just doesn’t like to stick, you know? Give me a few minutes and I’m usually good as new.”

“I can’t believe this,” Five said. The anger faded as quickly as it came, replaced instead by a bone-deep weariness. “Do you have any idea what you just put me through?”

“I mean…” Klaus looked around them, looking half impressed, half disgusted. “I think I have some idea? And hey, it’s not like I was trying to get myself killed, alright?”

“With the way you like to run your mouth, sometimes I wonder.” Five said tiredly. There was no bite to his words. 

Exhaustion grew inside of Five, weighing down his limbs and clouding his thoughts, reminding Five he had pushed himself too far and overused his powers earlier. With a sigh, he started heading for the exit, wondering how they were going to ever make it back to the apartment without being stopped for looking like walking crime scenes.

“Well okay, I can admit that the not staying dead thing does soften the ol’ survival instinct just a bit,” Klaus said as he trailed after him. “I also just get so bored, you know? None of them would talk to me.”

“Klaus?” Five said, careful not to slip on the blood. “Not another word.”

“Or what?” Klaus laughed. “Are you going to kill me? Oooh! That’s terrifying.”

Five sighed. Now that he knew Klaus would survive it, one of these days he just might.

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

saw your post about time travel fics. do you have any particular ones you can recommend? 👀👀

Yes!! I sure fuckin do!! my good Anon!! And @astupidgaytrashcan and @applestorms , you too my dudes, I saw ur tags ! >:D

Buckle up this is a bit of a long one bc I have Things To Say

Here goes:

Yesterday is Here by CirrusGrey

["Who the hell are you?" Jon could feel his hands shaking.

The man laughed, taking a step forward and raising a hand to point at him.

"I'm you, from the future!" he said, then swayed, eyes going unfocused, and collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.]

This is the 'Everything WILL Go Right This Time Or So Help Me God' Fix-It Queen of the bunch, featuring S4 Jon and Martin hopping back in time to S1 to set things right, S4 Jon being So Done with S1 Jon, some tasty ass Bullying Elias hours, Jon finally dealing with his emotions, and some double JonMartin goodness, 10/10 recommended.

Reverb in These Holy Halls by Wolftraps (AlwaysBoth)

[Undoing the apocalypse would have been enough for Jon, if all his people survived. Without them, Jon's only recourse is making it so it never happened in the first place. He's going to do better this time.]

This bad boy said 'idk if i'm doing this right but by god i'm gonna try'. Features: Jon being Gay and Sad about shit, Jon bitching at Elias, Powerful Archivist Jon, the Web gifting Jon a cat, Found Family, shit going Wrong in completely Different ways this time around, and the avatars deciding they hate Elias more than they hate Jon.

Reflection by LazuliQuetzal

[Jonathan Sims, researcher at the Magnus Institute, is seeing a ghost. Of himself.

Of course, it’s not really him, no matter what secrets it knows, or how many arguments it brings up. So if it tells him to do something? Obviously, he’ll be doing the exact opposite.]

This one's still ongoing, but strong with almost 40k and 8 chapters so far. Bit of a twist on the time travel trope, but definitely excellently and infuriatingly well executed. Features: S1 Jon being the Biggest Bitch Ever, Gertrude Robinson being shady af, S4 Jon doing His Best, more Bullying Elias hours, Martin being Hopelessly Gay, scarily Competent gay amazonian goddess Sasha, and the Jons having some massive arguments and emotional upheaval quality bonding time.

(Also Leitner getting his pathetic little old man bones knocked sideways if that's sweetens the pot for you)

Martin Blackwood Tries to Save the World (and Drags Jon with Him) by TheRealAndian

[It's the end of the world, and Jon and Martin have no idea how to fix it. That is, until a suspicious door lands them unsuspectingly in the past, long before the apocalypse. Now they have to work together with their former coworkers and their younger selves to stop the Magnus Archives from being completed, and maybe even admit their feelings for one another.]

Jon and Martin are SUCH a mess in this one and I love them dearly for it. Featuring: S4 Jon and Martin being super soft, Plans Falling Apart, S1 crew being very confused, Elias Gets Punched ©, Helen Richardson being as lovely as ever, Get Fucked Peter Lukas , many 'oops' moments, more double JonMartin, and a gentle epilogue. <3

Your Today is My Yesterday by ArtificialDaydreams

[“My name is Jonathan Sims... and I am not from this timeline.”

It has been seven months, two weeks, six days, fifteen hours, and thirty-seven minutes since the world ended, Jon wasn’t counting, but the Beholding let him Know anyway. Offered a chance to go back Jon struggles with fixing his past mistakes and keeping everyone in the Institute from realizing he's not the same man he was before.]

This one's also in progress, but at 43k and 16 out 19 chapters done, there's loads to enjoy here! This dude features: Jon trying to figure out a balance between 'old bitchy Jon' and 'new kinder Jon' in front of his coworkers and failing, Jon being Soft for Martin, Elias being a Bitch, Daisy being a Good Friend, Helen Richardson again being the Best Ever, Hunting Down your evil boss hours, and as of the newest chapter, a Gerry being a Good Bro cameo and Martin's sweet sweet manipulation skills.

your future is optional by gayprophets

[There’s a beat of silence, Annabelle clearly waiting for something.

“Oh my God,” Martin says suddenly. Jon is staring at her blankly, either uncomprehending or flabbergasted. “Are you seriously suggesting - you’re not,” he continues, because she can’t be, he must be misreading the situation somehow. “You have to be joking,” he says, desperate, “You’re not suggesting time travel.”

Annabelle cocks a perfectly-manicured eyebrow, smiling serenely, and Jon bursts into hysterical laughter.]

Listen, l i s t en, this one isn't complete either, and technically what's there has no time travel yet, but it's one chapter has 11k of glorious world building and spot-on character interaction building up to the actual time travel towards the end of the chapter. In this chapter 1 out of 3, you get: S5 Jon and Martin being So Fucking Soft with each other (honestly my h e a r t), Annabelle Crane being a Terrifying Bad Bitch, some solid Basira, Georgie, and Melanie interactions with the boys, really some very nice character introspection and wrapping your head around the idea of time travel in the first place, and a Mighty Need for more like hhhhhhhh-

These are just my main favorites so far! I started tma on the 19th of June honestly! I'm new here, but I absorb new shit voraciously so-! asdfhsjsksk tbh I've got like 4 other fics with this same exact trope open rn (in addition to a dozen more with different tropes hahaaaa) and I'm still reading through them bc I'm a Mess lmao, but feel free to hmu for more recs (of any trope type rly) in the future! I have,,, so many,,, and the list only grows,,,, :>

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Hey Gaëlle ! Est-ce-que tu aurais des recommendations de fic Destiel ? Sans trop de smut, surtout pas beta/Omega (c'est même plus du smut à ce niveau-là...) et beaucoup de pining ? ( Je devrai être en train de réviser mes partiels d'ailleurs... 😅). Merci beaucoup ! 😌

Hellooo ! Alors tu as frappé à la bonne porte parce que je lis jamais de smut, ou alors quand c’est dans des longues fics, je passe juste ces passages là. (mais j’aime beaucoup les fic a/b/o qui ont pas de smut, parce que les sentiments sont quintuplés donc pining + angst on a whole other level). Y’a peu de fluff dans mes fics préférées, love me some angsty life and death moments, mais ça finit toujours bien. Enfin. Vérifie les tags quand même :)))) J’ai mis les liens, si y’a pas c’est qu’elles ont été supprimées mais j’ai les pdf donc hit me up.Et révise tes partiels !!!!

CANON

A turn of the earth -https://archiveofourown.org/works/5138552/chapters/11825306

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

(Or, in which Castiel gets stuck in Dean’s timeline preseries and Dean kind of hates it—until he doesn’t.)

Probably my favorite fic set in Canon. It’s set around season 11, and I love how we dive into Dean’s past pre-series and then as time goes by, we catch up with the show timeline’s. It’s incredibly well written.

525,600 Minutes - https://archiveofourown.org/works/507228/chapters/892693

A man wakes up alone on the streets of Detroit. Lost and somehow forgotten, he's dressed in blood-soaked clothing without memories and without a name.

This is his journey to find it.

It was first published in 2012 set after s5, but it was rewritten last year. I still have the old version for nostalgia’s sake but the new version is even better. It’s got some amnesia so great for pining :))))

The inexhaustible silence of houses -https://archiveofourown.org/works/560268/chapters/1000755

Almost two years after the world doesn't end, Castiel falls from grace—and loses his voice in the process. It is the impetus for confession and change; before long, he is settling into a loving relationship with Dean, the Winchesters are tired, and hunting for a place to land has taken precedence to hunting anything else. Dean and Castiel fall in love with the strange little house on the end of Swallowtail Drive, and for a little while life is as it should be—sweet, affectionate, and beginning afresh.

But more and more Castiel sees and hears things in the house that beg the question of whether or not a place itself can be alive. The walls and rooms seem to shift and grow and breathe, and one night, Dean comes home from a hunt changed in a way that Castiel cannot explain. In the months that follow, their domestic bliss takes turns for the dark and sour, and the confusion of their circumstances will ultimately test everything Castiel knows about the man he loves, and everything he believes to be true.

Listen, I cried. I cried SO MUCH. There was a lil fandom war going on for a time between which was the hardest, this one or Twist and Shout, and both destroy me completely. But this one is set in canon and closer to the characters, to me, so I’ll always recommend this one first (unless you want a happy ending, in which case, don’t read it)

Only if for a night - https://archiveofourown.org/works/826303

Castiel is captured by a djinn. Dean goes slightly crazy, and Cas discovers a thing or two about himself.

I’m a sucker for Dean/Cas in Djinn verse and this one is by far my favorite.

The Bird That Feels The Light (not slash) https://archiveofourown.org/works/210860

AU from 5.18 (or thereabouts). Castiel awakens in the middle of a smoking crater, stranded and very much human. According to the people who have discovered him, it’s six months to the day after Michael and Lucifer faced off on the field of battle outside of Detroit, and Castiel isn’t the only one to have returned. When, at his insistence, they take him to this other person, he finds a child –a little boy– and realizes that, contrary to all his expectations, he has been reunited with Dean Winchester. The world has changed in their absence, and not for the better. Sam is gone, whether dead or simply missing is uncertain. Castiel is given the name of a man in Idaho who may have answers for him. He is faced with the task of travelling cross-country with Dean, who is dependent on him now in ways he never was before, in order to discover the truth. But along the way, as he and Dean learn to know and trust each other once more, Castiel begins to realize that the answers he thought he wanted might not be the ones he needs.

It’s not slash at all since Dean is a kid but I’ve read it probably about 20 times and I still love it as the first time. There’s just something about human Castiel carrying a 4 year old Dean across the world and fighting monsters and demons and humans to survive that gets to me.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built - https://archiveofourown.org/works/747324

Castiel travels with the angel tablet and without the Winchesters. One day, Dean gets a text from some anonymous number. (They speak in the language of need.) A post-08.17 Goodbye, Stranger story.

If you want pining, this one is definitely for you.

Last Man Standing - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8363328/1/Last-Man-Standing

This one is set just after the season 7 finale, it’s a Purgatory fic with so.much.pining I always need to hold a pillow to my chest when I read it or I go insane sdfghjkl I haven’t read it in probably 4 years but I remember absolutely loving it.

Outrun my gun - https://archiveofourown.org/works/281887/chapters/448388

"The two of you are so stubborn you've made Heaven blink." Finally convinced that Sam and Dean will never say yes and accept their destinies, Heaven and Hell come up with a new plan, one that will redraw the Apocalypse and make everything run much more smoothly. All they need is Dean Winchester's soul.

Don’t mind the MCD tag, it’s got a happy ending. Also a classic set in canon, it’s from 2011 so quite oldish but it’s incredible how the characterization is on point. Love love love it.

AU

Tramps Like Us

Dean Winchester's life is falling apart. He's lost his job, his apartment, and his brother, all in one day. He seems to break everything he touches. Frustrated and alone, he drives off into the night with no idea where he's headed. But then he meets Castiel Novak, a quiet and reclusive man with a haunted past, and suddenly he finds himself with a very specific destination in mind.

I feel like everyone has read Tramps Like Us but just in case, I’ll put it on the list. Not sure what I can say that hasn’t been said by half this website already but well… it deserves the hype.

Til The Last - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1001935/chapters/1984189

When the war came, Dean Winchester was determined that he was not going to get involved. He had more important things to worry about than some rich man’s fight. He had work on the farm and he had taking care of his family. Nothing else was worth his worry. But in August in the Year of Our Lord 1863, when the soldiers came knocking, they weren’t asking. They dragged Dean away. 

Dean and Cas have been best friends since they were kids. When Dean is drafted into the Confederate army, to what lengths will Castiel go to ensure that Dean makes it back home alive?

OH BOY. OHHHHH I could talk about that one until the day I die. It’s a complete AU but it has great parallels to canon, it’s incredibly well written, humanity in all it’s ugly truth and “I will fight for you ‘til the last, Dean Winchester” jesus christ it’s so good, so good

Out of the Deep - https://archiveofourown.org/works/548878

Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep.

It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep.

Castiel should have listened better.

I love everything she writes but I think this one if my favorite. It’s sooooo long, and angsty as fuck but all ends well and it has some very fluffy moments. If you’re into this kinf of AU then 100% go for it.

To Raise a King - https://archiveofourown.org/works/1961403

This must be some kind of horrible joke at Castiel’s expense. Is he truly expected to protect a King? One who has been their enemy for as long as he can remember? He is much more suited to being a part of the army, or at the very least someone who helps to train the knights. That would be far more preferred than having to watch over the King. It means Castiel would get to keep fighting – and that’s the only way he knows to give meaning to his life.

An AU too, Cas is tasked to watch over Sam and Dean -there’s an 8 year age difference between Dean and Cas. I loved it because it’s set over about 15 years and Cas is asexual and I love time period AU in general :’)

Painted Angels https://archiveofourown.org/works/1085792

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing. Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

This one is hard to read because for the most part, it’s heartbreaking. There are happy flashbacks all along but it’s still hard when what happens in the present it’s a fucking tragedy. But I would still read it a thousand times over, and the timestamp completely make up for all the pining and the angst. It’s rare to find fics that last an entire lifetime.

[phanomeheart]

do u have any recs for good omens blogs or fics?

Anon, I have SO MANY good omens fic recs!

I’m gonna put them under the cut, but this inspired me to finally make a spreadsheet of recs that will autofill from my master spreadsheet of GO fic with fics I’ve finished and recommend.

On to some specific recs, if you’re not wanting over 150 fics to wade through:

First and foremost, I have to rec the first good omens fic I ever read, Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) by @drawlight. This fic made me go from adamantly insisting I wasn’t going to get into good omens fic yet cuz I still had to finish my thesis to now having read 245 fics in less than 2 months (send help). I’m going to go ahead and rec all of their fics and can so far personally attest to the brilliance and soul crushing beauty of: Quiet Light, Ad Astra, Alegría, and I Will Get Up Now And Go About The City. I consistently need a minumum of 24 hours to recover after reading something of theirs.

The rest, in no particular order:

small infinities and all that (M, 13.2k) by @billypotts: And there it is, isn’t it? Something they’ve known for a long time, but haven’t named it. Have been too scared to name it. Something that speaks in their bones, in the space between them. Crowley and Aziraphale are turned human. This is the aftermath.

lit in the darkness (M, 40.5k) by ToEdenandBackAgain: Aziraphale returns to Crowley's flat for the night after Armageddon. After all, it's hardly the first time they've shared sleeping arrangements. Or: Times throughout history Crowley and Aziraphale have shared a bed.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak (M 17.1k) by triedunture: "Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

all i need, darling, is a life in your shape (G, 14.2k) by @mortuarybees: After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives. 

Something to do with these sacred words (T, 11.k) by Solshine: Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

Anywhere You Want to Go (E, 9.9k) by Aria: Aziraphale knew Crowley liked him. He'd known it with a horrible clarity since around 1100, which was at least a thousand years after the first time he'd thought of kissing Crowley, and some eight hundred and odd before it occurred to him that the specific quality of Crowley's regard could be very dangerous for both of them, if they actually admitted their feelings aloud. It was also two weeks since any of that had mattered at all anymore.

Slow (T, 9.4k) by @theirdarkreturning: It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

At Least Eleven Second First Times (M, 8.8k) by enjambament: Aziraphale deals with the consequences of having a brand new body after he'd broken the last one in for 6,000 years. Crowley helps. Taking a drunk-on-life Aziraphale on an impromptu road trip through French wine country to the North of Spain for a beach holiday is definitely helping, right?

An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually (G, 7.5k) by @theladyzephyr: “Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.”“That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.

it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) (T, 5.8k) by Handful_of_Silence: It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale.Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is. Or: The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.

every angel is terrifying (T, 4.8k) by punkfaery: “Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.” “That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.

a city wall and a trampoline (T, 4.7k) by kafkian: In their cottage in the South Downs, when Crowley eventually succeeds in getting Aziraphale to use a laptop, it takes Aziraphale literal hours to get past the default Windows screensavers of picturesque locations because 'oh, look, isn't it lovely, Crowley!' 5 times Crowley knows he’s in love with Aziraphale + 1 time he knows the reverse.

Morning Has Broken (T, 3.9k) by @dwarven-beard-spores: The year is 1972 and the last surviving member of Aziraphale’s gentleman’s club has passed away. (Warning for this one: heavy discussions of death and mourning. These are things I normally avoid for personal reasons, but this fic was gorgeous and just the right kind of painful on this topic for me.)

Love Hath Made Thee a Tame Snake (E, 3.5k) by @thehoyden: He was the bloody Serpent of Eden, and he wasn’t going to stand for this kind of flagrant trespassing.

An Invitation You Can't Decline (E, 2k) by @thehoyden: “I have standards,” Aziraphale huffed.“Don’t I know it,” Crowley sighed. And then, like he’d done it a hundred times before, he covered Aziraphale’s hand with his.

You, Soft and Only (E, 9.4k) by @thehoyden: He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.“Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.

the deft, sweet gesture of your hand (E, 12.1k) by @mortuarybees: Crowley arrives injured at Aziraphale's door. He takes care of him, reads him an awful lot of Mary Oliver, and knits elaborate metaphors for his insecurities (literally).

the technology is neutral (E, 6.9k) by @deputychairman: “Stand up?” he echoed, incredulous but too undone by sensation to express the full force of his disbelief. “I can barely even remember my own name after that, and you want me to stand up?”“Your name is Anthony J Crowley, apparently, although you never did tell me what the J stood for so I can’t help you there,” he said, not hiding his smile. “Do stand up, I promise you’ll like it.”

Sudden and Surprising Moments of Overwhelming Affection (G, 2.7K) by @forineffablereasons: Aziraphale has not shut up in thirty-four minutes. Crowley’s been counting.

get religion quick (cause you're looking divine) (G, 4.3k) by @brinnanza: So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing.It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

Wings and How to Hide Them (M, 10.1k) by triedunture: Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

i know i've kissed you before (but i didn't do it right) (G, 4.8k) by @gallantrejoinder: They'd given it a go once. Ages ago. And they'd both agreed it wasn't for them.

I’ll cut myself off there, but the Good Omens fandom is distressingly full of amazing fic, and there are so many more I love too (see the spreadsheet)! All of the above fics have personally ruined me and I cannot rec them highly enough. Don’t forget to leave a comment if you feel up to it! 

In terms of blogs, I don’t know that I’m a great source for that, but some blogs I follow: @rafaelafranzen, @forineffablereasons, @drawlight, @thehoyden. I’m realizing that’s really it on the primarily GO focused blogs. I also have a GO sideblog, @sansevieriatri, but I don’t know if I’d rec it, as it’s mostly me reblogging art and fic I love and screaming about it in the tags (so basically like this blog).

Thanks for the ask! I enjoyed this more than I think probably anyone else will, lol. (Also, my constant disclaimer, if I’ve made any mistakes let me know.)

[mieczyhale]

~TUA Fic Recs~

for the @tuafeedbackfest !!!! there are so many amazing fics bc this fandom really is insanely talented - i wish i had the time to rec all of the ones i’ve bookmarked tbh - BUT as i don’t:: these are some of my favorites (ones i’ve read multiple times, ones that stuck with me, ones that have just a little extra.. Something??)

Amidst the Chaos by crazynadine [explicit. klave. vietnam] Ten months. Klaus spent ten months in Vietnam, fighting a war he didn't belong in, falling in love with a man he didn't deserve.The long and convoluted tale about how a time traveling junkie and a disillusioned solider found love amidst the chaos of war....

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by @obliqueoptimism [klave. vietnam] Klaus says so many horrifying things so casually, and it makes Dave worry.

Bolt from the Blue by @ancientst / TheArchaeologist [mature. parent!klaus. five as klaus’s son] When they were sixteen Klaus successfully escaped for the night, and to celebrate went to the disco with a girl he barely knew. He was young, terribly misguided, but overall the night had been amazing.He just didn't expect to have a baby dumped in his arms nine months later.

can i be the only hope for you by @dancinbutterfly [explicit. klave. vietnam] Klaus is so special the pull of him is overwhelming. Dave doesn’t think he’s strong enough to resist his gravity. He’s too powerful. And fuck it, Dave doesn’t really want to. or (How a fairly ordinary soldier falls in love with Klaus Hargeeves, superhero, time traveler, and medium)

Choirs Threaten in Voices I Only Feel by @veteranklaus [teen rating. klave. typical hargreeves family nonsense] The last time Klaus saw his siblings was at Allison and Patrick's wedding. A lot had changed since then; including the not-so-accidental, irreversible loss of his sight.There's no time to tell them that, though. Not with the return of their long-presumed-dead brother and the impending apocalypse. Plus, it doesn't matter. He's got Ben as a good seeing-eye ghost.

Eggs Benedict for Breakfast by warmhandscoldheart [mature. klave. feral!dave. protective hargreeves] In which Klaus hits his head hard enough to get retroactive amnesia, and Luther does what he thinks is best.

Everyone Gets Here Eventually by @hermitreunited [mature. klave. ghost!dave. tw discussions of suicide] In the afterlife, all it takes to be with your loved ones is for both of you to want to be together. But for some reason, Dave hasn’t been able to reunite with Klaus, so he’ll do what it takes to find him. 

i’d rather lose my limb (than let you come to harm) by @bluebacchus​ [explicit. klave. au. chickens] How Klaus and Dave find each other in a corner of a foreign field in Flanders, 1917. (WWI AU) OR, A story of love, war, and chickens.

If Your Life Won’t Wait by queenbaskerville [teen rating. major character death. family emotions] When Klaus dies on the dance floor, God kicks him out of the afterlife. But she only kicks him out halfway.

i wore his jacket for the longest time by sharkhette [not rated. klave. tw temporary death] Klaus just wants to see Dave again, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen, no matter the cost. Includes conversations with Ben, Diego, God, a surly preacher, and gratuitous references to certain MCR songs. 

Neon Groves by Livijoyann [mature. klave. vietnam] Klaus Hargreeves travels back to the Vietnam War and falls in love with Dave... and we've seen almost none of it so far. Enjoy a full following of Klaus's time in 1968 from the first kiss to the first "I love you", and ultimately, to the end (with just about everything in between). 

Orange is the New Leather Skirt by Doctor959 [mature. typical hargreeves family nonsense. post-s1] A Misfits/Umbrella Academy crossover (no need to know either fandom to enjoy). The Hargreeves land by a certain community center and shit gets weird

The Light Behind A Cloud by @theseance1968 [explicit. wip. klave. vietnam] An account of Klaus’ time in Vietnam, on a diverged path where Dave survives his injuries. Flowered with opportunities, Klaus chooses to leave his old life behind and stay in the past with him. But how will his decision effect the timeline he abandoned, where his siblings continue to fight to stop the apocalypse in his absence?

The Shadows You Leave Behind by rarae [mature. brothers being brothers. tw discussions of rape and consent] The Hargreeves have stopped the apocalypse and have just returned to the real world from training Vanya in Five's weird pocket dimension. Klaus decides he needs to get some of his things to bring back to the academy and drags Diego along for the ride. They run into one of Klaus’ old ‘friends’ and shit goes down.

the war is over, we are beginning by @karturtle [teen rating. wip. klave. 2019. good brother five] The Hargreeves are slowly beginning to fix things after averting the apocalypse, but Five notices that something is still broken

Two Truths and a Lie by twosidedcoin [general. typical hargreeves family nonsense] “I want to go next,” Klaus announced, “Okay. My eyes are brown. I can see dead people, and I once offered sex to a drug lord to get out of his trunk.”Luther’s fist balled the paper into a ball as he snapped, “The point- Klaus- is to make the lie hard to guess.”Allison nudged Luther with her toe as she corrected, “His eyes are green.”

War is Hell by sauropod [explicit. klave. fix it-ish] Klaus' hands were still filthy with dried blood and muck as he fumbled at the clasps, the combination lock on the top. Desperate, blind hope had his heart going a mile a minute. The dial still read that seemingly random set of numbers it had the first time he opened it on the bus, what felt like a lifetime ago. 0213-18-02-1967“Please.” Klaus choked. “Please work.” He opened the briefcase.

Watch The Heavens (They’re Falling Down) by smile_it_will_get_better [teen rating. wip. typical hargreeves family nonsense] He reached under his pillow on reflex, and there was something there, something hard and rectangular and Five couldn’t help but pull it out.It was a package, encased in brown paper, a small tag attached to the side. Five thumbed it over, ignoring Luther’s inquiries about what it said.To Mr. Five Hargreeves, watch these if you want to survive the apocalypse.

We Only See Each Other at Arrests and Bails by icestorm238 [teen rating. brothers being brothers] aka the five times Diego picked up Klaus from the police station, and the one time Klaus picked up Diego.

Where’s Dave? by multifandom_damnation [teen rating. klaus centric. family emotions] Klaus has a flashback during family time and his siblings finally learn about all the horrific shit he's gone through, a heart to heart ensues and Diego proves how good a brother he really is. It's not a great revelation to have

Wild Eyed Boy by intheflowers [not rated. klave. slow burn. vietnam] Klaus dropped into Dave's life with a flash of blue light.It was the first time Klaus suprised him, but it was far from the last, and while at first he’d wondered if Klaus was maybe a little mad, it wasn’t long before he was certain that he really, definitely was.Not that it mattered much. Klaus had stolen his heart long before then. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -    ~FIC SERIES RECS~ It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) by @thefangirlingdead A series of moments between Klaus and Dave, during and post-season one. Definitely a fix-it universe dedicated to giving Klaus the happiness and love he deserves. Hope There’s Someone (Who Will Take Care of Me) by @siriuspiggyback baby that’s just how i am by princex_N He's the only one who tries to get used to it, because what other choice does he have? The others still wait, still ask when he'll be done playing around, still yell at him for being annoying, but no one seems to stop and realize that there's nothing he can do about it.Klaus gets used to it, but he's the only one who does.

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Big List of Podcast Recs

I felt a need to share. I’m going to skip over Penumbra and all the Nightvale Presents shows simply because I feel like everyone has either heard of or tried them at this point. I’m also going to assume that if you’re near my blog you listen to the Magnus Archives and at least one other Rusty Quill podcast, so, if you don’t, do that. Do that right now. Tags used as follows: Completed (💯), Is it gay (🌈)

I put the full descriptions under a cut so it doesn’t clog your dash but here’s the short list:

Note: These are mostly in alphabetic order except for Wolf 359, which is at the top because it is one of my all-time favorites. As much as I love all the other podcasts on this list, I would recommend it over any one of them.

Wolf 359 (💯,🌈) - Sci-fi, comedy, mystery elements

The Alexandria Archives - Mild horror, comedy, fantasy

Archive 81 (🌈) - Horror, sci-fi/fantasy, adventure and some dark comedy

Ars Paradoxica (💯,🌈) - Sci-fi, comedy, political thriller, drama

Arden (💯) - Comedy, “true” crime mystery

Blackwood (💯) - Mystery, mild horror

The Bridge (🌈I think, don’t exactly remember) - Horror, mystery, light comedy

The Bright Sessions (💯,🌈) - Sci-fi, drama, occasional suspense

Congeria (💯) - Thriller, mystery

Death by Dying (💯) - Dark comedy, fantasy, mystery

Girl in Space - Sci-fi, comedy, drama

LifeAfter (💯) - Sci-fi, mystery, drama

The Message (💯) - Sci-fi, mystery

Midnight Marinara - Horror

Our Fair City (💯) - Sci-fi, comedy, drama, horror elements

The White Vault (💯) - Horror, found audio

Wooden Overcoats (🌈) - Comedy, drama, more comedy, seriously this show is really funny

Wolf 359 (💯,🌈) - Sci-fi, comedy, mystery elements

In the deepest reaches of space, research ship Hephaestus is staffed by a hapless communications officer, his uptight boss, a computer program with a chip on her shoulder, and a doctor with the worst bedside manner possible. Do they get along? Absolutely not. Are they an effective team? Also no. Is it funny to listen to them try? Most definitely.

The Alexandria Archives - Mild horror, comedy, fantasy

A college radio host chronicles the misadventures of her variously occult peers. Features “selections from the archives,” short-format scary stories that, while lightly referencing a consistent lore, mostly stand on their own.

Archive 81 (🌈) - Horror, sci-fi/fantasy, adventure and some dark comedy

A newly-hired archivist at a shady government facility stumbles across an entire parallel dimension’s worth of occult magic, science fiction, and high conspiracy. His bosses suck, but the monsters are surprisingly chill, which is good for our archivist, because he seems to be one of them.

Ars Paradoxica (💯,🌈) - Sci-fi, comedy, political thriller, drama

Time travel shenanigans set in America during the Cold War, following the misadventures of the scientist who accidentally invented the technology and brought it back in time from the 21st century. I’d say she struggles to fit in despite her incessant wise-cracking and thirst for pop-culture, but she makes absolutely no attempts to stifle either, ever, under any circumstance.

Arden (💯)  - Comedy, “true” crime mystery

An overzealous journalist and a private investigator with a flair for the dramatic try their hand at a true crime podcast, investigating the closed murder of a teenaged celebrity. Their biggest challenge lies in putting aside their personal differences and putting up with the bizarre whims of their boss, who is both obscenely wealthy and absolutely out of touch with reality.

Blackwood (💯)  - Mystery, mild horror

A crack team of teenaged detectives investigate a cryptid from their hometown, but uncover a much larger mystery that they are all much closer to than they first realized.

The Bridge - Horror, mystery, light comedy

A remote outpost providing traffic reports and sweet, sweet tunes for the trans-Atlantic highway (which is a thing) is staffed exclusively by people with dark and mysterious pasts. Especially the DJ. Features eldritch sea monsters, a scary amusement park, and what I’m pretty sure are ghosts.

The Bright Sessions (💯,🌈) - Sci-fi, drama, occasional suspense

Plenty of people lead healthier lives thanks to their friendly neighborhood therapist. Some of those people have superpowers. Granted, that’s not the only reason they’re there, but it helps to have a specialist.

Congeria (💯) - Thriller, mystery

A private investigator is called on to find a missing girl who isn’t what she seems, facing off against mad scientists, rogue assassins, and a death cult who are after the same target.

Death by Dying (💯) - Dark comedy, fantasy, mystery

The obituary writer of Crestfall, Idaho finds himself doing a good deal of detective work for his job, both to satisfy his own curiosity and to ease the minds of his surviving clients. Fortunately, Death herself is there to help.

Girl in Space - Sci-fi, comedy, drama

After being stranded alone on a research vessel for most of her adult life, the surviving scientist of an apparently doomed mission is accosted by the outside world in just the worst way possible. She’s forced to simultaneously confront a corrupt paramilitary complex, navigate unstructured social interactions, and uncover the mystery of how exactly her former crewmates - who happen to have been her parents - met their demise.

LifeAfter (💯) - Sci-fi, mystery, drama

A young software engineer is coerced into committing corporate espionage by the digitally recreated ghost of his dead girlfriend. Unsurprisingly, greater things are afoot, and he grapples with the decision of whether to dig further or keep his head down.

The Message (💯) - Sci-fi, mystery

A team of scientists try to decipher the meaning of a mysterious signal from outer space. A little later than any of them would have liked, they discover that exposure to the signal can cause devastating brain damage, meaning that they have to work under quarantine and on a bit of a time crunch.

Midnight Marinara - Horror

Dramatic readings of a broad variety of creepypasta and similar internet horror. The twist is, they’re adapted to real-time narratives in the style of your favorite radio shows; no narrators here!

Our Fair City (💯) - Sci-fi, comedy, drama, horror elements

In the distant future, in the city of Hartford, Connecticut, mankind - or, at least, as much of mankind will fit into Hartford, Connecticut - lives in a gothic, campy, 1950′s-style steampunk dystopia that is about to be turned upside down. The city struggles not to collapse under the weight of its several mad scientists, a rebellion led by plumbers, and no fewer than three separate apocalypses.

The White Vault (💯)  - Horror, found audio

A repair team heads to Outpost Fristed, located in the most remote portion of the polar icecap. The darkness that they find there threatens to destroy them in every conceivable way.

Wooden Overcoats (🌈) - Comedy, drama, more comedy

A funeral home director struggles to keep his spot on the island of Piffling Vale against the competition of a second funeral home that has just opened up. His nemesis is handsome, charming, and all-around almost irrationally likable, but our hero is ready to pull out the stops on as many hare-brained schemes as it takes to beat him.

Honorable mentions:

Bubble (Lighthearted sci-fi comedy)

King Falls AM (Drama, comedy, mystery, sci-fi)

Mabel (Fantasy, suspense, romance??)🌈

Spines (Horror/sci-fi, mystery)🌈

Within the Wires (Sci-fi, horror elements, suspense, romance)🌈

[writersrealmbts]

Never Alone - Jimin

Description: JiminXReader, Zombie Apocalypse AU

What about you?

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, depression, various

Posted: 9/22/2018

Tags: Jimin, Zombie AU, Zombie Apocalypse

Angst, with end fluff:  2,353 words

A/N: @bangtantannie because you inspired this. I needed a break from my other WIPs. Take a look at the inspiring post and let me know why you would or wouldn’t survive!

You closed the door to the roof behind you, surprised that there weren’t more zombies in that building. Not that it mattered. You were done running and fighting. You had already watched all of your friends and family get taken. You had watched strangers fall to the hands of zombies. You didn’t know why or how you had survived, but the constant fear was too much to handle. Especially while you were alone. Everyone knew that to even get to safety you needed two people. You walked to the edge of the roof, shivering slightly in the wind. If you had planned on being around longer, you might have taken the time to ransack some of the apartments and try and find a coat. The cold was making the zombies move more slowly, which only made it easier to come up here and end it all. You wouldn’t be a zombie. You would just be a splat on the sidewalk that had no one left to care. “Are…you alive?” A soft voice asked from behind you. You flinched and turned, losing your balance. “No!” He lunged forward and grabbed you, then pulled you farther onto the roof for safety, crushing you in a hug. You were still a little stunned, but you weren’t about to object. Just having someone else alive for a moment that seemed to be just as desperate as you was such a relief. Finally he pulled away and looked down at you. “Hi.” “Hello.” “Uh, sorry, I…don’t speak English good,” He said carefully, gripping your hands. “Please don’t jump. I…don’t…alone…” You looked up at him. “You don’t want to be alone.” He shook his head, eyes sad and plaintive. “I am from Korea. My…family…gone.” He said something else in Korean, but you didn’t understand. You nodded slowly. “My family too.” “My friends…they waiting…” He struggled to get the words out. “They’re somewhere safe?” He nodded, holding up a phone. “Before died, call.” Realization sunk in. He couldn’t get there alone. He had people who cared about him waiting, but his family had been overtaken by the zombies. He needed you. Alive. “Please,” He said, his voice so sad and plaintive. You looked down, then back up and tapped your chest. “Y/n.” He managed a wavering smile. “Jimin.” “The apartments, we have to be careful, but we can get supplies. I need a coat.” You pointed toward the roof door. He nodded, understanding at least. “Maybe we can find a charger?” You suggested. Actually, from what you could tell, there was still electricity and the water supply was still clean here so if you two found an empty apartment it would do you both good to shower and eat and stock up on whatever supplies you could find. He seemed to understand where you were going with it and nodded. He picked up his weapon, a baseball bat, and he opened the door first, leading the way down. You picked up the machete you had taken from a stranger that was infected. You had been using an axe, but it was too heavy and too slow for you to continue carrying. The two of you inspected the first apartment that had the door opened. It was dangerous to open closed doors because it was impossible to tell what was behind the door. Zombies were apparently unable to open the doors, and had to be motivated to try and break down the doors. You two looked at each other and nodded. He hurried to close the door and barricade it while you started searching the closets for a coat that would keep you warm, and maybe a new backpack to shove supplies in since yours ripped last night while you were fighting off a horde of zombies. This had definitely been a bachelor’s apartment. A very tall bachelor. You tested the shower, finding towels and soap in the cabinet. Jimin found you in there. “You shower. I find food. Then I shower.” You nodded, hesitating, and then hugging him. He held you tightly, breathing shakily. “Thank you for being alive,” You whispered, then pulled away. You then grabbed one of the clean t-shirts from the closet of the former resident. Your shirt was disgusting. It’d be nice to wear something clean for the first time in a while. The water wasn’t hot, but it was blissful to get all the dirt, blood, and grime off and to just smell like soap. When you went back out, he had found some food and was heating it up carefully on the stove. He looked over and gave you a smile. “Better?” You nodded. “Your turn. Did you find a charger?” He nodded, pointing over to where his phone was charging. “I call after we eat. If I can.” You took over cooking. “Go shower.” He nodded and went to raid the closet before taking his shower. You looked through what else he had found, checking the things he had set aside. It should be enough to last you guys a week. Maybe there was more food in the other apartments. You two had to make it down another thirty stories, it couldn’t hurt to ransack a few more apartments. Maybe find some women’s clothing that fit you. He came back out not long after the food was finished cooking, and the two of you scarfed down the meager portion you both allowed yourselves in relative silence. Then you nodded toward his phone. “Call.” He nodded going over and grabbing his phone. “They call me…much.” “They tried calling you while your phone was dead.” He nodded, bringing his phone over to show you the notifications. Then he brought up a picture of him with six other guys. You smiled. “Call.” He chewed his lip and went into his contacts, picking the one that had called him most recently and hitting the call button. He put it on speaker. “Jimin?!” The person answered after two rings, and soon other voices were exclaiming in the background. Jimin almost sobbed. “Hyung? Byeolil eobji?” There were multiple voices overlapping each other, all speaking so quickly you couldn’t make out what was being said. “Ye,” He replied. “Naneun sal-a issda.” Someone on the other end got the others to be quiet with a loud yell, then spoke to Jimin. “Ye. Ye, hyung,” Jimin looked at you then took your hand. He kept speaking with them, and you just listened, not understanding and yet seeing that his motivation to survive was rising. The other men on the line would pipe up now and then, asking questions. Four of them from what you could tell. “Bogo sipeo, Jimin-ssi,” A new voice said as the conversation started to slow down. “Bogo sipeo. Saranghae,” Jimin replied, looking down at you. He said something that was obviously him saying he needed to hang up. That made them get a little louder, but they mostly seemed to be saying they loved him, and probably to be careful. “Annyeonghaseyo,” He said it a little stronger, though you could tell he just wanted to sound stronger so they wouldn’t worry. You wiped a tear that escaped away from his cheek as he hung up. “We’ll get to them.” He offered you the phone. You stared at it, then looked up at him and shook your head. “No one.” He squeezed your hand. “We get to them. Safe. You and me. Team.” You nodded and turned back toward the table, wrapping your arms around your knees. “Team.” You sat there another moment, then took a deep breath and forced yourself back to your feet to finish searching the house for supplies. You went into the bathroom first, opening all the usual places one would keep medicine, grabbing the bottles of over-the-counter drugs and then reading the prescription labels. You recognized some of the drugs, but couldn’t place what they were for from memory. You bagged them. You could figure out what they did later. Maybe you could find some sort of clinic that wasn’t flooded with zombies and find a medical dictionary or something. “Here,” He said beside you, making you jump. He was holding a bag. “I keep medicine here.” You nodded, dumping the medicine in the bag. “I need a backpack.” You mimicked having straps on both of your shoulders, just in case he didn’t understand. He nodded. “I look.” He went back out. You went out and started tearing up one of the clean sheets into strips that could be used for bandaging. He came back in shaking his head, then just stared for a moment and smiled. “No backpack. I get some clothes. We check other place.” “Okay,” You said, rolling the bandages up. He sat next to you. “We survive together. No more alone.” You sighed, relief flooding over you again. “No more alone.” ——— “Just a little farther,” You murmured, breathing heavily. He nodded, tucking his arm around you so that you could both support each other. “We’re almost there.” You adjusted your grip on the machete. The two of you had been fighting and making your way toward the sanctuary for a month now. You both had cried on each other’s shoulders, saved each other’s lives, and kept the other going. You taught each other your languages, and he picked up yours much better than you picked up his. He told you about his friends, now his only family. His motivation for making it to safety. “Call them. We’ll need them to open the gate for us,” You told him, turning to look around and make sure the two of you were safe. He nodded and pulled out the phone, turning it on. “Last call.” You pulled away from him, keeping an eye on your surroundings to protect him while he made the call. Two zombies attacked while he made the call, but they were moving slowly and you easily killed them. Jimin hung up and turned to you. “Come on, y/n. They waiting for us. They’re excited to meet you.” “They’re more excited to see you again.” You hugged him, grateful again that he was with you. The horrors you had seen since meeting him had almost doubled, and you were sure that if you had faced them alone or lost him you would easily have given up and just died. Maybe called his friends and told them not to expect him. If they even understood. He placed a kiss on your head. “Let’s go.” The two of you made your way downhill, ready to fight. And you did fight. You lost count of how many zombies you had to face to get to the gate. He constantly checked to make sure you were with him, and you did the same with him. You both were too close to freedom to lose the other. Finally, the two of you reached the gate, clearing the area in front of it while the gate was opened. Some people came out and helped hold back the zombies until you were both inside and the gate was closed. They checked you both over, making sure neither of you were infected, giving you clean clothing after making sure you were both clean. It was unnerving, being separated from him and surrounded by strangers after so long. The longer you were away from him, the more wound up you got. They cut your hair since it was a matted mess, and the clothes they gave you fit you better than what you had been wearing before. All of which just kept you away from him longer. You were ready to panic, following the women out into the clear air of the town. Jimin emerged from the building next to you and hurried to your side, pulling you into his grasp. “Hi.” You smiled, relaxing into his grasp. Finally letting your guard down. “We’re safe.” “We’re safe,” He replied, echoing your words and kissing your head as he had become accustomed to doing after the two of you almost lost each other two weeks ago. “Let’s find your friends,” You told him, pulling away and smiling up at him. He grinned and nodded. The two of you started walking along the road, knowing that his friends were waiting for him. “Jimin-ssi!” Someone hollered, racing toward the two of you. You stepped away as Jimin was tackled in a hug by one, then six boys, all speaking rapid Korean. Jimin broke down in tears along with a few of the other boys, hugging all of them individually and clinging to them with relief. One of them, Namjoon, looked at you finally, obviously emotional. “You’re y/n.” You nodded. He took your hand, holding in both of yours. “Thank you. Thank you for getting him here.” You looked at him, surprised at how well he spoke English. “Actually, he got me here. I was…” Jimin met your gaze. He and all of his friends were listening. You recognized them from his photo. You could name all of them, and knew stories about all of them. “He saved me.” Jimin pushed through them all to hold you close in his arms. “We saved each other.” The boys surrounded you with relieved looks. Yoongi looked at Namjoon, then pointed up the street. “We have a house, you two stay with us?” You dropped your gaze. “I should probably find my own place.” “No. Team,” Jimin murmured. “You and me. Neither of us will be alone. Ever.” “You’re our family now,” Namjoon said, still holding your hand. “We’ve all been waiting to meet you. Jimin’s told us so much about you. We’ve also all lost people we care about. We all stick together. We’re family.” Jimin placed a kiss on your temple. “Saranghae,” He whispered in your ear, holding you tightly. You smiled, looking up at him. You knew that your relationship with him would change when the two of you reached the sanctuary, but you had thought he would leave you behind. “I love you too.”

Masterlist.   What about you?

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Heyy, do you know any sci-fi sterek fic?

First of all we would recommend you to check our SPACE AU and APOCALYPSE SCENARIOS AU tags. However, here are a few more fics for you!

SCI-FI

The Epic Space Opera of Stiles Stilinski and Sergeant Spacewolf by A_Diamond

Beacon Station is an extraplanetary center of research and exploration. Human scientist and minor disaster Stiles Stilinski lives there, as does the grumpiest alien ever: Derek Hale, the titular Sergeant Spacewolf himself. After a rocky start to their acquaintance, they’ve settled into sort of a love-hate relationship, wherein Stiles pines and provokes in approximately equal measure, and Derek grudgingly tolerates.

When a mechanical failure leaves them stranded together in the vacuum of space, the impending doom of almost certain death forces the truth of their feelings to the fore. Will our heroes finally get together? Will it even matter? Will they survive the danger?

(Yes, yes, and yes. There wouldn’t be a story to tell otherwise.)

Negotiations by mikkimouse

This is the fifth time Derek has met with Prince Stiles of Terithon VI to act as an interpreter, and it is by far the worst.

(Derek is an interpreter. Stiles is a prince. Feels ensue.)

Luminescence. by doctorkaitlyn

The first time Derek ever lays his eyes upon an actual Siren, he’s five years old. She’s beautiful and terrifying, as powerful as the stories have made her out to be and his mother tells him that if he ever meets one again, he should never trust them.

But when he returns to the planet of Pandora to get revenge on the bandit warlord who executed his parents and sister, he ends up joining forces with Stiles, a young Siren who knows exactly what it feels like to lose your family. It starts out as a relationship of convenience and mutual distrust. It doesn’t stay that way for long.

(or, that Borderlands fusion where Stiles is a Siren and Derek is kind of a Soldier/Hunter, and they join together for revenge and end up with something far more complicated)

way out east there might be a way out by paxlux

Life in the Capital Wasteland ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.

We Don’t Need to Know the Way Home by Green

The year is 2020. Better Living Industries has Battery City in a chokehold. Stiles is a teenager doing his best to help people out of the city, just like his mom did before him. But when BLI captures werewolves and starts destroying them, Stiles knows he has to do something more.

A.K.A. werewolves in the Zones!

ain’t that a kick in the head by ghostsoldier

In the post-apocalyptic wastelands of northern California, a grouchy werewolf in black marched across the desert and a courier followed.

Electric Heart by BarlowGirl

Derek looks at Stilinski, and thinks about Argents, thinks about recording devices slipped into his bags and clothing, lipstick stains on his skin. Outside, he can hear Stiles goofing around with the intern Scott, making sarcastic remarks and laughing, and under that noise, that fragile, fluttering heartbeat.

“What am I supposed to do with him?” Derek asks roughly.

Stilinski levels a sharp look at him. “Why did you ask Argent for him?”

Derek leans back against the couch. Shrugs. “He saved my life,” he says carefully. “Figured I’d return the favour.”

OR: In the near future, Derek meets a very peculiar android named Stiles and takes a liking to him.

Human After All by starsandgraces

When Stiles digs the cyborg out of the junkyard, his main hope is that it’ll do his chores for him. He definitely doesn’t expect it to have attitude, demand to be called Derek, or have a serious ulterior motive.

D33R3 by Amethystina

When Stiles finds a high tech, broken down android in a dumpster, he knows it’s too good to be true. There has to be a catch somehow — no one throws away expensive androids, and this particular one is unlike any android Stiles has ever seen. D33R3 looks so real that Stiles could almost mistake him for a human being. He can’t help bringing him home.

Stiles should have listened to his instincts. It soon becomes clear that someone is looking to reclaim their lost propery, and Stiles is nothing but an irritating obstacle standing in their way.

Ultra Violet by ElisAttack

“There’s no way he’s a quarian. Least of all the quarian prince we’re supposed to be escorting.” Erica whines, and Derek wonders why he named her his staff lieutenant, she has no tact whatsoever.

“I’m sorry, but you must be a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic back-story.” The prince jokes. “And call me Stiles, even I can’t pronounce my actual name.”

Or the one where Derek and his crew are assigned to be the glorified babysitter of an alien prince, and everything is not as it seems.

the glamorous life of a CI by coyotl

future sci-fi AU in which Stiles is recruited into being a confidential informant and Derek is his biomechanically enhanced agent/babysitter/bodyguard. And things happen. Smexy things.

Chasing You Down by Reyn

Stiles Stilinski, the famous intergalactic video blogger, is about to get his chance to get up close and personal with the equally infamous Velocity Jockey, Derek Hale. Not that he wants to, or anything.

All This Has Happened by 1001cranes

The thing is, most of it’s been done before. People competing for money, or love, or fame - it’s all boring, it’s all been done, has-been, seen before, who cares? Until some motherfucker finally realized - you know what’s really interesting?

Revenge.

Dystopian AU where fame is the name of the game. Sometimes revenge is the quickest way to the top, and Derek Hale has plenty to avenge - Stiles is just along for the ride.

A Wildness Warily Awakened by Etharei

Derek Hale and his Specialized Combat Agents Unit are assigned to B-CON Base, a research facility in the heart of the lone human settlement on planet Cali. Normally, such an isolated place would not warrant the presence of Specs - the Infection is raging across the known galaxy, after all, and zombies don’t kill themselves (unless there are no tastier alternatives at hand) - but Derek is on a private hunt for his sister. He soon discovers that the rest of his team have ties to the place as well.

It’s all just coincidence, of course. (No matter what Stiles bleats on about those.)

Also, zombies.

A W A K E N I N G by qhuinn

In 2011 a virus wiped out 99% of the Earth’s population. Now, four hundred years later, all of the survivors live in Beacon Hills, the last city on earth ruled by the Hale regime. Although Beacon Hills is largely idyllic, people are routinely disappearing and everyone is suffering from bad dreams. Stiles Stilinski is a member of the Monicans, an underground rebel organization who fight against the Hale regimen. When Stiles is sent on a mission to kill the government’s leader, Chairman Derek Hale, he discovers that there are deeper secrets to be discovered, and conspiracies to be foiled.

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Before the Devil Part one

Summary: While living in the prison, Miranda tries to navigate life with so many new faces and deal with her attraction to everyone’s favorite redneck hunter. 

Characters: Daryl x OC  Warnings: language, mentions of sex Beta: my very wonderful @sarcasticrose18 A/N: So this is a two part fic. I wrote it a few years ago back when I was all about Daryl and just found it buried in my docs. So I thought I’d edit it and post it for anyone interested in reading how Miranda and Daryl got together. I will not be continuing it, it’s just a prequel to Deal with the Devil. 

Enjoy! 

Masterlist  Part Two

Before the Devil Part One

It was eerily quiet. It was still early, barely any sun out, and most everyone was still asleep. Only those who were on guard that night were up at this hour. But Miranda had woken from a nightmare, a usual occurrence these days, and hadn't been able to fall back asleep. She got up then, deciding she might as well start her day, and headed outside for a run. She usually did a couple laps around the yard to check the perimeter and also to keep herself in shape. The last thing she needed was to get winded running from walkers.

The numbers growing along the fences were worrying everyone but despite their attempts they couldn't get a handle on it. Every day they piled up, drawn in by the sounds and smells of the prison. When she finished her run she took to the fences to try to dwindle down the amount of undead hanging about. They clumped in groups which put strain on the chain-links but so far they’d been able to keep it secure. She wondered how long that would last.

She'd made some progress before the sun came over the trees, a pile of walkers they’d have to take care of and burn, but there were still more. There was always more. She put away her poker, which was really just a pipe with a sharpened edge, and made her way back up to the building to shower off the sweat and splattered blood. She was lucky enough to find the locked room empty.

The water was cold but at least it wasn't freezing. She kept it short, only washing her body. She only washed her hair about once a week. It was long and thick and took a long time to care for, plus they didn’t have much shampoo to go around anyways. It was instead pulled up into a heaping mess on her head to stay dry. Sloppy buns were her specialty, mostly because she was too lazy for anything else. She didn't care much what she looked like anymore. It's not like she was out to impress anybody. There were plenty of men at the prison now but, despite their advances, Miranda wasn't really looking. So it's not like she had any interest in doing her hair for someone.

After they took in the members from Woodbury, or what was left of it, things had gotten pretty cramped for a while until they could figure out the living spaces. Miranda shared a cell with a woman named Olivia. She was nice enough and didn't bother her. She was there with her son, Matthew, who had become friends with Rick's son, Carl. She was pretty sure Olivia had eyes for Rick but didn't act on it because he was very obviously emotionally unavailable.

Miranda dressed in the locker room after drying off and headed out to find her mother, like she did every morning. People were out and about now, some eating breakfast, others starting on their daily chores. Her mother was helping Carol with breakfast. Eggs again, a popular choice thanks to the chickens they'd acquired.

“Morning,” She greeted, giving Carol a half hug. There was a time she thought she'd never see her mother's sister again. Carol had this god awful husband that never allowed her to visit them and Cathy, Miranda's mother, never wanted anything to do with him. So they almost never saw each other. It was by some sheer stroke of luck that they'd found each other months into this hell of an apocalypse and suddenly they found themselves apart of Rick's little group of survivors.

“Morning, dear. You were up early today.”Carol noted. Miranda shrugged and got herself a plate of eggs. She froze as the group's favorite hunter showed up to snag a bit of eggs. “Morning Daryl.” Carol greeted him as well and received a low grunt in response.

Of all the men in their group, Daryl was probably the one that often caught Miranda's eye. She didn't know what it was about him. Maybe it was the tough guy act. Maybe it was the muscles he showed off with his sleeveless shirts. Or maybe it was the simple fact that he hardly gave her a second glance most days. She appreciated all those things but maybe most of all the fact that he seemed to be a bit of a loner. Sure he was a valued member of their little community, and obviously considered family to Carol, but he generally kept to himself. She could definitely relate.

Before they'd joined the group, it had been just Miranda and Cathy for months, after her father died of course. They'd run into a group occasionally but never stayed with one for long. They preferred it to be just the two of them. It was easier for them to work as a team and the few times they’d been apart of a group it didn’t end well. If Carol hadn't been with Rick and his family when they met, they would have passed on by as they always did. She missed the days when it was just the two of them, even though the safety of the walls was nice. It was so hard to get any privacy these days. Miranda scarfed down her food and thanked her aunt before taking off after Daryl who was standing near his bike.

“Hey Dixon!” She called and he looked up questioningly. “You going on a run today?”

“Nuh, was gonna do a bit of huntin'. Might take a truck and go out a ways. The woods out here seem to be picked clean.” He answered as he crouched down to get something from a pocket on the side of his motorcycle.

“Any chance I can tag along?” He looked up with a raised brow. “I need to get out of these walls. I'm a decent shot and I know how to be quiet.” She offered and watched his tongue ran over his teeth as he considered it.

“Guess so. But if you scare off my dinner we're gonna have a problem.” She smirked and held her hands up as a sign of innocence. “Meet you at the truck in fifteen. I ain't waitin'.” He stood up then and went to talk with Rick.

She went inside to grab her bag; a backpack full of extra water and food in case they get stuck out there and a couple hunting knives. She also brought a rifle from the supply they had as a group. It was the same type her father had used when teaching her to hunt so she felt fairly confident in her ability to use it.

Miranda met Daryl at the truck after checking in with Cathy briefly. It felt sort of childish to have to tell her mom when she was leaving but it also seemed like common courtesy to do so after everything. She had a feeling Cathy wouldn’t appreciate if she just disappeared for a few hours. She tossed her pack in the backseat of the two door truck and hopped into the passenger side. She used the crank on the door to get some air and let the wind flow through her hair. The truck was old and didn't have a/c but it ran well and it was good for hauling a deer or two if they were lucky enough so they took it. The drive was quiet for a while before Daryl spoke up.

“Why were you up at the ass crack of dawn this morning?” He asked and she glanced at him in confusion. “I saw you leave your bunk.” He explained. Most of them preferred not to call it a cell. They didn't like living like inmates.

“I couldn't sleep. Had a nightmare. What were you doing up?”

“Heard you get up.” He said simply with a shrug. “That happen a lot? The nightmares.”

“I guess. Been pretty normal since the world died.” Miranda admitted, with a frown. He gave a short grunt of acknowledgment but thankfully didn’t push it any further. She didn’t really want to get into it anyways. “Sorry for waking you.”

They were quiet again after that. It wasn't until an hour later that he pulled off the road. They hopped out of the car with their gear and set out through the woods. It was fairly quiet, no obvious signs of walkers or much of anything. The only thing she heard aside from their quiet steps were the birds above them, hidden in the trees. She sort of liked how he didn’t have to fill the silence with mindless chatter or ask her pointless questions about her interests. She didn’t have interests anymore. She survived, that was it.  

She followed along behind him for a while, not sure where they were going but too stubborn to ask. Not to mention afraid of accidentally ruining their hunting trip. He didn't seem to be following any sort of trail that she could see. At least, not at first. She realized about an hour after walking seemingly aimlessly that he had his eyes on something. She only hoped it was something larger than a rodent.

It was maybe another half hour later when he slowed his walk, causing her to do the same. He crouched slightly, taking small steps towards something she wasn't seeing. His hand went up and she halted on command. His bow was over his shoulder and aimed in his hands before she had time to register the movement. He took a few small steps and pulled the trigger.

“Bullseye.” Daryl muttered and straightened his stance, walking at a brisk pace. She followed after him and saw what he was talking about. There before them was an impressively sized doe. She whistled low in appreciation before hearing a twig snap near them. She turned her rifle on whatever it was and pulled the trigger before he could react.

“Looks like we found Bambi too,” Miranda said with a grin and he walked over to find a smaller deer a few paces away, not hiding the impressed look on his face. She wondered if he’d expected her to miss.

They each carried one, taking a couple of breaks along the way. It was a long walk back to the truck with a lot of weight on their shoulders. But there was the risk of walkers coming to check out the gunshot so they tried to make it quick. She wished she had a quieter weapon for things like this. Although she wasn't sure she could handle a crossbow or something similar. He made it look easy but she doubted it really was. Plus the muscle it took to cock the crossbow well...she didn’t have it.

When they finally reached the truck, they were relieved. They dumped their new kills in the truck bed and took a minute to relax. “Fuck,” Daryl muttered, rolling his shoulders as he dropped his things. He leaned against the truck to take another break and Miranda handed him her canteen.

“Did you always know how to hunt or did you learn, y’know...after?” Miranda asked curiously. They hadn't spend much time together one-on-one, despite her interest in him, and he wasn’t one to talk about his personal life anyways.

“Learned a while back. Had to, or I would've gone without eatin'. Merle taught me.” He told her and handed back the canteen. She'd met Merle briefly, during his short time at the prison. She had mixed feelings about him, but she felt bad that Daryl had lost his brother, his only remaining family. “What 'bout you?”

“My dad taught me, back in the day. Always used to talk about survival. He wanted me to know how to handle myself in tough situations. Lost in the woods, flat tire in the middle of nowhere, asshole trying to take what ain't his...stuff like that. Don't think he ever imagined this scenario though.” Miranda said with a chuckle. Daryl scoffed and grabbed his stuff off the ground, tossing it with hers in the back.

“Good thing he did though. You an' your mom handle your selves a’right out here.” He noted, an impressed note in his tone. She gave a shrug. She wasn’t exactly thrilled about the use of her skills.

“We do what we have to.” She heard moans through the trees and sighed. They hopped in the truck and had it turned around just as the walkers started making their way onto the road. “What'd you do before this?”

“Aw, come on. Not you too.” Daryl complained as he drove. Miranda grinned and looked at him questioningly. “That kid, the one with Beth?”

“Zach?”

“Yeah, him. He keeps asking me. I'm lettin' him guess. Once a day. He hasn't figured it out yet though.” She laughed and shook her head.

“Maybe I'll talk to him then. Two heads might be able to figure it out.” She said with a grin. He rolled his eyes and kept driving.

“What 'bout you?” He asked after they'd been driving a while.

“What about me?” She asked, forgetting their earlier conversation. She'd started to doze off in the silence.

“What'd you do? Before the world went to shit.” Miranda closed her eyes and leaned against the window.

“I'll tell you if you tell me.” She bargained. He never answered so she fell asleep for the rest of the drive.

Everyone was grateful for the deer they'd brought back. It was enough to fill the whole community. They cooked it up and Carol made some of it into stew with the vegetables they'd been growing. They canned some of the stew to save for a later day. Daryl ducked into his bunk to get away from all the people thanking him while Miranda took watch in the guard tower. Maggie was up with her and they talked a lot. They were about the same age so they got along well although they had little in common.

“How are things with Glenn?” Miranda asked after a bit, knowing Maggie would get that secret smile on her face as she always did.

“It's good. He's really good to me. Some days I can't believe how lucky I am.” She said as she tucked her hair back behind her ear. “What about you? Isn't there anyone catching your eye these days? I noticed Henry's eyes have been lingering.” She teased, redirecting the attention. Miranda rolled her eyes.

“Please, Henry is so...clumsy. If I'm gonna be with someone, it's not gonna be someone I feel like I have to babysit.” She said with a laugh and Maggie laughed too.

“Someone like Daryl?” Maggie teased and Miranda sighed.

“Yeah, Daryl Dixon. The man who avoids every ounce of human contact as he possibly can. He really gets me going.” She said sarcastically. She was barely able to admit her attraction to Daryl to herself. She wasn’t about to open up to Maggie about it and risk her blabbering to Glenn, the man who can’t keep a secret.

“Oh come on, like you haven't noticed. If there's anyone here that can handle themselves, it's Daryl.” Miranda shrugged, trying to brush it off. “Well, I think you should give someone a chance. Even if only for a little action.” Miranda looked at her in surprise. “Hey, every woman has needs and I'm sure it's been awhile since yours have been met.”

“That's....well, so? Doesn't mean I'm gonna go jump one of them. We've got too much going on to even be thinking about that right now.” Miranda tried to ignore the fact that she was blushing. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been with a man. Hell, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd had an orgasm, not even by her own hand.

“Actually, considering how things have been, this is pretty slow. We haven't had a serious threat in a while. The walkers are mostly under control, haven't seen that bastard in a while, who knows if we ever will....I think if anytime were good, now would be that time.” Maggie said and Miranda sighed. She may actually have a point, not that Miranda wanted to admit it.

They finished up their shift and Maggie went to help her sister in the gardens. Miranda couldn't get their talk out of her head though. She glanced at the men as she walked around, thinking of the possibilities. Most of them were too old or not at all her type. Or already taken of course. She could appreciate that some of them were decent looking but she didn't want to have some meaningless romp with someone she had no chemistry with. No point in having sex if it wasn't going to be good. She sighed, deciding that the whole idea was ridiculous and headed into her bunk to read before she lost the light entirely. Of course, she bumped into Daryl on her way.

“Shit, sorry.” She winced as she stepped on his foot. He grabbed her to steady her as she swayed on her feet and she felt a jolt go up her arm.

“S'alright.” He muttered, in that raspy i've-smoked-my-whole-life way of his. Miranda moved out of his way and just stood there for a moment, thinking about what just happened as she watched him go. And speaking of chemistry...

She groaned as she walked into her bunk and fell into bed. She hated that she was even thinking about sex all of a sudden. She'd been just fine not thinking about it for the many months she'd been out just trying to survive. But now she found herself wondering what he looked like under those sleeveless shirts, wondering how his skin would taste, how his lips would feel... She closed her eyes and let herself imagine for a moment. She was in the middle of imagining what his cock would look like when someone's voice broke her out of her spell.

“Hey, Miranda? Do you have that book? The one about the birds?” She opened her eyes to see Patrick peeking around her open curtain and sighed. She got it for him and he left with a thank you, polite boy that he was.

Even if she had the courage to instigate something with Daryl Dixon, isn't not like they'd ever have a moment of privacy. She wondered how Maggie and Glenn made it work. They'd been caught in the guard tower before, or at least coming out of it. She wouldn't want everyone to know what they were up to if they did. She rolled her eyes again, wondering why she was even thinking about it. It wasn't going to happen.

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