#(i have my space au solar flare whos just the actual sun. always on fire)
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He's... hes just smaller. and also constantly on fire maybe.
#DO NOT TOUCH. not recommended#solar flare actually emitting fire tho could u imagine (i can)#(i have my space au solar flare whos just the actual sun. always on fire)#let lunar process what is happening#laes lunar#sams solar flare#oh GOD what IS gonna be his new tag oh noooooo#anyway wonder what original design they come up with cause i just keep remixing this one#(Im not as creative about it with this it seems. Zari has a fun solar flare of theirs tho very rad)#myart
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The Day Breaks (RWBY AU Snippet)
Note: This is set in the same AU as Night and Day, Emissary, I Am Become Death, Thunder and Paperwork, Ice and Fire, Apocalypse, and Origin.
X X X
Glory.
That was the word that echoed through Blake’s soul as the Goddess of the Day descended from the sky. It radiated from every fibre of her being, a wondrous, celestial glory that captured Blake’s gaze even as it made her want to avert her eyes.
Unworthy, the thought bubbled up from deep within her. She was unworthy of even looking upon the goddess. Blake had always thought that Yang was beautiful, but this goddess was beyond mere beauty. Light blazed from her, a conflagration of radiance so brilliant it should have blinded them and so hot it should have reduced the world to ash. Yet Blake was not blinded, and her flesh did not burn. Instead, she stared, utterly captivated at the divine version of Yang.
Blake had once wondered how anything could be described ‘inhumanly beautiful’, but now she knew. Every single one of the goddess’s features was impossibly perfect to the point that looking at her was equal parts enthralling and painful, and every single one of her movements was filled with power and majesty.
The goddess’s hair was wrought of golden flame, a waterfall of solar fire that shifted endlessly in the maelstrom of her own power. Her eyes were lilac inferno’s with swirling currents of crimson within them. Even her skin shone, radiating a brilliance that both soothed and electrified.
Armour of molten gold flowed over the goddess’s body, wreathed in a mantle of flames and punctuated by runes and sigils of platinum and other precious metals. The goddess’s eyes swept over the group, and a memory that was not hers filled Blake’s mind.
Blake saw the goddess in the throes of passion, eyes almost entirely crimson with desire, that golden hair falling over her like a curtain of silken fire. In the memory Blake saw another Blake, this one a goddess, and their passion was a storm of shadow and light filled with such raw, unfulfilled hunger that Blake found herself struggling to even breathe as the memory faded.
How could the goddess stand it? Blake reeled. How could anyone want someone else so much and stand not being with them? She would have fallen if not for Yang’s steadying hand, and she gave the blonde a grateful look as the goddess’s gaze grew heavier, as though she sought to peel back every layer of Blake’s being to glimpse the soul beneath.
“You’d better back off right now,” Yang warned, stepping in front of Blake. “I don’t care who you are.”
The light and heat increased until they were almost painful, and Blake had a feeling that Yang would have found herself on the receiving end of some divine punishment if not for Death.
“You really should turn that down,” Death drawled. “Unveiling so much of your presence is a little excessive, don’t you think?”
The goddess, Day, turned to Death. Her eyes bled crimson. “You…”
“Uh…” Ruby nudged Death. “She looks kind of mad at you.”
“Hmmm…” Death continued to meet Day’s glare. “Well, given the way she was looking at Blakey over there, I’m going to guess that the Blake in her world was someone she loved very much but could not have.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s like how you and Weiss end up meeting in just about every world. It’s the same with Yang and Blake. But who couldn’t the Goddess of the Day have? Well, how about the Goddess of the Night?”
“That’s awful,” Ruby whispered. “But why would she glare at you?”
“Because, Ruby, think about it. Day and Night can never meet, save for dawn and dusk, but if they do try to break the natural order, who do you think would be sent to stop them? Death, Ruby, that’s whom the other gods would send. And in so many worlds, a version of us is Death.”
“Oh.” Ruby stared. “So this could get ugly?”
“I have a feeling it will.”
“You…” Day stomped toward Death, and the ground at her feet ignited. In an instant, she was walking atop a lake of molten rock. With an almost casual flick of her wrist, Death moved the others away to safer ground. “Even here…”
BOOM.
Goddess Nora grunted with exertion as she struggled to hold Day’s fist back with her hammer. The other goddess had moved with incredible speed, and the resulting impact had shattered the landscape and sent waves of molten rock spilling outward in all directions. Goddess Nora had barely managed to get between Day and Death in time.
“You know,” Goddess Nora growled. “I really don’t like it when people try to punch my friends. How about you calm down?”
“You dare?” Day growled. “Little goddess, little storm, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. My light is the light of Creation, the fire of the first sun, of all suns. I am every star in the sky, every light that has ever been. I am the one who shines upon the Many Worlds, and there is no mortal in existence who does not know my name. I am the Day.”
Goddess Nora smiled toothily and shoved Day back before drawing her hammer back and bring it around in a thunderous blow that sent Day hurtling into the sky. “That’s great because I am Nora.”
X X X
“Are they going to be okay?” Ruby asked.
Death sighed. The sky above them was awash in flame and lightning. Day and Goddess Nora were all but invisible to the mortals, moving far too fast for any of them to see. All they could glimpse were the aftermaths of each collision, shockwaves of power and devastation that would have utterly destroyed Remnant if Death had not cast her power around the area to contain the damage.
“I hope so. Whatever is going on, it can’t be a coincidence that so many gods were brought here.” Death’s eyes narrowed as gauntlets appeared on Day’s arms. When Goddess Nora next swung her hammer, Day actually caught it in one hand. “Oh… that’s not good.”
“What isn’t?”
“Nora’s hammer has a name. In your language, it translates roughly to ‘The All-Smasher’. It shouldn’t be possible to simply catch it.”
“So… she’s hot stuff, huh?” Yang asked.
Death raised one eyebrow. “You know, I always though the Yang in my world made the lamest puns.” She sighed dramatically at Ruby. “But now I stand corrected. You have my sympathies, Ruby.”
“Hey!”
In the sky, Day used Goddess Nora’s surprise to land a blow to her chin that knocked her up beyond the clouds. A second later, Goddess Nora went crashing back toward the ground as Day appeared above her and struck her with a punch that hit so hard that the mortals could hear the thunder of its impact and feel the shockwave it created. Goddess Nora hit the ground with a sound like a meteor crashing to earth, and Death took a deep breath.
“I should probably step in. If Day is anything like the Yang from my world, she’ll keep fighting until someone stops her, and it looks like my friend might have bitten off more than she can chew.”
A massive sphere of light and heat appeared in the sky, and Day pointed with one hand.
“Did she just… summon a miniature sun to throw at the divine version of me?” Nora asked.
Death shrugged. “I suppose you could say that although it’s hard to call a sphere of heat hotter than the core of star that’s a mile wide miniature.”
In response, Goddess Nora gave a deep, booming laugh and raised her hammer. The entire sky ignited, and bolts of lightning crackled down to strike the weapon. The weapon shivered as though it could barely contain so much power, and still the lightning came, bolt after bolt after bolt, until the roar of the thunder was a single, sustained howl that tore the clouds and shook the ground.
“Come on!” Goddess Nora screamed. “Let’s see what you can do!”
“On second thoughts,” Death murmured as she moved the mortals even further away and reinforced the barrier she’d put around the area. “I really should do something.”
Day glared and hurled the miniature star at Goddess Nora. The red-haired goddess grinned from ear to ear and threw her hammer.
BOOM.
X X X
Goddess Nora laughed and turned her head to spit out some blood. How long had it been since she’d bled? Too long. This was what she’d been hoping for! A fight - a real fight - where she wasn’t sure if she would win. People were always saying she needed to hold back and show restraint, but here, at last, was an opponent she could throw everything at. Above her, Day was surrounded by a corona of blinding light and heat. Around them, the entire landscape was a blasted, ashen ruin. There were even ripples in space and time, tears in the very fabric of reality that had been created by the clash of their powers.
“Do you really think you can beat me?” Day growled. “Look at you. You can barely stand.”
“You think this hurts?” Nora leaned on her hammer. “I could do this all day.” She pointed. “Besides, I’m not the only one bleeding.”
Sure enough, there was a small rent in the armour along Day’s shoulder. Through it, barely visible amidst the light that spilled off her, was a small cut.
Day’s lips twitched into what could almost have been a smile. She raised one hand to touch the wound. “All that for a drop of blood?”
“It’s a start.” Nora raised her hammer again. “So… are you going to stand there looking pretty, or are we going to fight?”
Day didn’t bother to reply with words. Instead, she streaked forward like a comet. What followed was two minutes - an eternity given the speed with which gods moved - of the most intense close-quarters combat Nora had ever experienced. Day was incredible. She fought with unbelievable strength and aggression, every punch or kick capable of pulverising a world. She was utterly relentless too, never slowing or tiring even as the force behind her blows only seemed to grow.
She really does live up to her name, Goddess Nora thought parrying a blow with her hammer and blocking another with her arm. After all, there was no stopping the day, was there? Night always gave way to day. Always. And Day had no intention of easing up.
A blow clattered into Goddess Nora’s shoulder, and her arm shattered. She ignored the pain that flared through her being and brought her hammer around to strike at Day’s side. The other goddess caught the hammer again - honestly, she had to be cheating because that wasn’t supposed to be possible - and somehow wrenched it out of Goddess Nora’s grasp. The weapon hurtled away, and when Goddess Nora tried to call it back, Day blasted it away before continuing her onslaught.
“You can’t beat me,” Day growled. “I am the Day.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time.” Goddess Nora drove her forehead into Day’s, but the blonde goddess barely seemed to feel it. “Because I don't care. I am Nora!”
“And I am Death.” Day leapt back as Death appeared, her scythe held at the ready. “And you two really need to stop this.” Death’s silver gaze pinned both of them in place. “Because if you’re not careful, you’ll destroy this world, even with the barrier I’ve put up to contain the damage.”
Goddess Nora grimaced as she realised that Death was right. She’d been having so much fun that she hadn’t really thought about the mortals and their world. Day, however, went right back to glaring at Death. It gave Goddess Nora the creeps. Their Yang was much more cheerful than this grumpy guts.
“You dare…”
“Are you going to give me the same speech as before?” Death asked. “Because you really shouldn’t bother. You might be the Day, but I am Death. You’re not going to beat me. We both know it.” Death allowed a hint of her displeasure to show. “Besides, we have greater concerns than any issue you might have with your version of me.”
“The Death of my world - my own sister - keeps me from my beloved!”
“And that’s awful,” Death replied. “But doesn’t it bother you that we’re all stuck in this world. That can’t be a coincidence.” She was about to continue speaking when she stopped, and her eyes glazed.
“What is it?” Goddess Nora asked.
Death scowled. “I had this world’s version of Salem imprisoned with my power.”
“They have a Salem here?” Day bared her teeth. “Is she a monster too?”
“Yes, but I stripped her of her power.” Death’s scowl deepened. “And now… something has stripped her of her soul.”
“Someone got to her despite your power?” Day asked. “Unless you are a good deal weaker than my sister, that should not be possible.”
“Yes. Someone did get to her despite her being in a prison I created. Worse, I can vaguely recognise the power responsible although it is… twisted and warped.” Death’s hands clenched around her scythe. “It belongs to someone who should be dead. Or rather, it belongs to someone I killed. Personally.”
“That does not sound good,” Goddess Nora said.
“No, it does not.” Death looked at Day. “Which is why we need to work together. You love Night, do you not?” Day nodded. “Then we need to work together. Otherwise, we might all be stuck here, and you’ll never get back to her.”
“A truce then,” Day offered. “Until the truth of this situation is known.”
“Oh.” Goddess Nora grinned. “And a rematch too, you know, when we know what’s going on.”
Day looked at her for a long moment. “Very well.”
X X X
Author’s Notes
Divine combat is always fun to write because the divine versions of the characters can do some absolutely obnoxious things power-wise. That said, things are beginning to come to a head. The only one of the four we’re missing now is the goddess version of Blake, and she’ll be appearing in the next snippet.
Naturally, the big confrontation is also coming closer, and if you think things are bad with Fred (the heroic dinosaur and bureaucrat), then you’d better brace yourself. Remnant is going to come under siege too, and Team RWBY and the other teams are going to have to show their stuff.
Why? Because the gods are going to be busy with an enemy of their own.
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Do you want to share a list of fics that have made you cry? I'm in need of them. Thank you!
Oh anon, I love you. Thank you for giving me something to do. LOL! YES! I would LOVE to. I’m going to preface this with the fact that I cry VERY easily and for many reasons, but I don’t do well with SUPER heavy angsty fics (like the brain cancer fic) so, read this list with that in mind. And read the tags, just in case!
Fics That Made Me Cry
like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas
au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.
the impossible now by stylinsoncity / @alienproof
A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.
Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction
There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.
Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.
No One Does It Better by nodibs
Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.
Tug-of-War by @cherrystreet
Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.
a grocery list pinned to blue by dangerbears
AU. after eight years, louis finally has everything he's wanted. except for harry.
finding you was so hard (but loving you is easy) by togetherwecouldbealright
An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.
Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.
Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.
I’ll Crash Until You Notice Me by stylinsoncity / @alienproof
Louis sets off to Barbados to oversee the massive resort his family owns known as Sandy Hill. For years, he's been looking for a change in the monotony of his life, seeking adventure and perhaps love too. What he doesn't expect is the bright eyed boy who spills a milkshake on his shoes.
Cue the summer loving.
Your Name is Tattooed On My Heart by mcpofife
Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.
210 Days by @cherrystreet
Harry is in the army and Louis is back in New York. Together, they get through Harry's six month leave by sending a series of letters back and forth. They've done it before, and they can do it again.
And down the long and silent street by @whimsicule
The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.
Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.
Save your loving arms for a rainy day by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite
“What’s got your panties in a twist, then, pop star?” the man finally asked, his gaze returning to Louis’ face.
Something pressed against Louis’ chest and for a moment Louis let himself wonder what it would be like to let all his secret spill out. To fall into the space between them and be devoured by this stranger. Terror mingled with bliss, tangling into a sharp throb he had to swallow hard against.
“Absolutely nothing,” Louis said instead. “Happy days, yeah?”
The man clicked his tongue once, a disappointed, wet tetch that Louis felt. Actually felt.
“My mistake.”
Louis turned desperate eyes on him, blinking too fast. He could see his own lashes flutter. “I’m living the dream, mate” he said and even he could hear the way his voice cracked along the edges. “What would I have to be upset about?”
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Or the one where Louis is a pop star who has lost his voice and Harry helps him find it.
Finding Lou by stylinsoncity / @alienproof
Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him.
things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas
it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.
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when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.
Gods & Monsters by velvetoscar / @mizzwilde
The instructions were simple: seduce and destroy Harry Styles. Not once did they discuss the option of Louis actually falling in love. So, naturally, that's exactly what he did.
I really want to include Where Your Heart Is, because it’s one of my favorite fics, but it’s been deleted. I haven’t read Fire for A Heart because it’s TOO much for me to read MCD, but I’m sure it would make you cry. It’s also been deleted, but if anyone wants either of them, you can download them from here.
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