#battlefield zombie au

[sauvreng]

Meet Me On The Battlefield - chapter 11

Kuroro/Kurapica (slash). A few years ago, Kurapica left his village, planning to see the world. Unbeknownst to him, the world was ending. Now he’s back home, but the Kuruta are gone, the world is overrun with the undead and now his village is destroyed. The search for his people will send him on a collision course with one group who call themselves the Spiders.

Chapter 11: Friends. FFN -|- AO3

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[originalwinnerfanfish]

And here is the last part

Predaking - Oh, my fiery boy! I have so much to say about him…

He was probably the main reason I got into the Transformers fandom when I was a kid. My thoughts were like: It's a dragon! And a robot at the same time!? And he turns into a hot looking man!?! *mind blown*

Of course, over time I realized that behind the beautiful cover, he was a rather naive and very foolish character with a storyline too much like Dreadwing's. But despite all this, I still love him. Predaking is a real gem of the third season, and perhaps the coolest character in the entire series, and you can’t deny it!

In the WOF version, he is a resurrected dragon from the extinct skywing tribe. Being the largest dragons in this AU, their tribe was the most powerful on the continent until it completely died out due to a wave of cataclysms.

So, Predaking is a real giant compared to other characters. And, in the final addition, he is firescales! Because it’s BADASS!🔥

(and actually, because he gives me pretty strong Peril vibes)

Unfortunately I couldn't give him a bright color, so his firescales nature is shown through glowing areas on his body, creating the effect that he is literally burning from the inside. I also just noticed that his face looks very much like a skull, and I tried to pay attention to this in the design by giving him dark spots around the eye sockets and nostrils

Hardshell - I don’t wanna draw some random insecticon, so I chose this guy. Here I will be short. He’s appears in only two episodes and died almost immediately. He’s more of a plot tool than a real character

His stripes look cool, but drawing them wasn’t easy at all (I hate floating shapes). I wanted to make him look more like his beetle form, adding a big front horn and green plates on his neck. I also think that insecticons should be more different in coloring in this version

Skyquake - Same story - appeared in one episode - died in the same episode. Most of the fandom remembers him only as a zombie from the shadow dimension, and it's kind of sad. I believe he had potential. I always imagined Skyquake as the "brawn" in a duet with his brother, while Dreadwing was more of the "brain". And it would be great if we were shown this contrast, giving Skyquake a chance to prove himself in at least a couple of episodes

His design is, as expected, almost the same as his brother, but I still decided to add some small differences in details to make it more interesting

Vehicons - STEEEEEEVES!

I like these silly dudes)

I didn't want to make them actual clones or something, so here they're just regular nightwings and icewings, but they may look the same because of the iron masks that hide their faces. Like many other dragons, they are victims of a war they may not have wanted to participate in. Actually, in that case their deaths don’t seems so meaningless and even give the autobots actions a darker subtext (although I believe in the theory that they could simply pretend to be dead on the battlefield (I really want to believe in that))

I know there are still a few possible undrawn characters left, like Skylynx and Darksteel or Unicron, but that's probably enough for me. I'm happy with my closed gestalt)

[secretsandwriting]

Even the Destruction of the World Couldn't Keep Me From You

Xisumavoid x reader supervillain au

This is the longest thing I've written in years it feels like. A whole 4.2k words. Also I'm well aware some of their villain names are silly. I just didn't know what to do for them so this is what you got.

You weren’t sure why you of all people were kidnapped. You had of course ran into the Hermits. They were the most notorious group of villains in the area. That was as far as your relationship with any of them went. If you saw a Hermit, you ran, just like how you ran when you saw heroes. The damage from the fights was enough reason to run. 

Yet here you were, changed to a wall and locked in a room by so called heroes. To make matters worse, they weren’t even from your city. They were from the city 50 miles away that had the Villain group Empires and yet they kidnapped you to get answers about the Hermits. You didn’t know why they wanted the information or why they wanted it from you. If you had known anything you would have already reported it. But instead here you were chained to a wall and told to shut up when you asked any questions.

You were rethinking your stance on the heroes. This was ridiculous.

“Alright, let’s get started.” The heroes walked in, “What do you know about the Hermits?” He spun a knife around, a clear threat in the movements. “And don’t tell us ‘nothing’. We have proof you know the hermits.”

“But I don’t know the Hermits! I’ve seen them around, and I’ve run from the chaos they’ve caused but other then that all I know is what the heroes have told us!” The guy with the knife sneered. 

“You don’t know the Hermits? Then why do I have pictures of you making out with Void?”

What?

Apparently silence wasn’t an accepted thing because his knife sliced through part of your arm and stuck into the wall with a dull thud. 

“Do you think I’m stupid? I did my research! I have pictures of you kissing Void! I have videos of you bringing Ninja and Hotguy lunch, dragging G.O.A.T off the battlefield, guiding Zombie to the others and more! You know who they are, so tell me and I might just let you live!”

For what seemed like hours, you were asked questions he claimed you knew the answers to, and when you didn’t give them the right answer another cut was added. Finally something caused them to leave you and let the darkness finally take you. The darkness was kind to you this time and took your pain and replaced it with one of your favorite dreams.

“Come on!” You dragged the taller man behind you, “We have to hurry!” 

“I’m sure there will still be cats when we get there.” The male responded. You couldn’t see his fave and his voice was distorted but his hair was black and right across where his face would be was a scar in the shape of an X. You always figured the X met over his nose but there was no way to really know.

“I know, I just don’t want to risk you changing your mind again.” He scoffed. 

“I would never change my mind!”

“You’ve changed it 5 times about getting a cat already!” The rest of the way to the shelter was filled with teasing and laughter. The time at the shelter was pretty short however. A small black cat climbed into your lap purring and begging for scratches while a chunky orange cat started attacking the guy. You left the shelter with both.

“She’s waking up X.” A female voice ended your dream. “You can have a few minutes but then we need to check her out and make sure we didn’t miss anything.” Thankfully the room wasn’t too bright when you opened your eyes. Your left hand was gently picked  up and squeezed, what felt like a kiss was placed on your palm.

“I’ve missed you darling.” You turned to look at him. The first thing you noticed was the large X scar across his face, the next thing was the soft and gentle look of pure adoration, the third, was his armor. That was Void’s armor. Void the leader of the hermits. Jerking out of his grasp you tried to get away from him.

You can hear someone else trying to calm you down but all you could focus on was Void. The pain that crosses his face the more you try to get away confuses you but not enough to stop. Someone moves between you, blocking your view of him and replacing it with another Hermit. G.O.A.T. Glancing around the large room, you're met with the sight of every single hermit. You were screwed.

The youngest one, the one the new describes as the only non-powered Hermit who seems to be like their child, quickly moved up to you and attached some weird cuffs to your left wrist and his right.

“Anything that happens to you will happen to me while we have these cuffs on.” He then went on to demonstrate it by shocking his finger, when you felt the shock to your own finger you started calming down. Once deemed calm enough, Medic asked you a simple question. 

“Why did you panic when you saw X?” Today must be the day of stupid questions.

“Because He’s Void.” The entire room looked at you in confusion.

“He’s your fiance. You have your engagement ring around your neck.” You glanced down at the ring hanging from your necklace then back to the boy handcuffed to you. “Do you-Do you not remember?”

I woke up in the hospital 2 years ago with no memories. Thorn told me my name and where I worked and lived. At the mention of Thorn, X left the room, there was some murmuring from the other hermits before a few of them followed X out. G.O.A.T sent the rest of them out shortly after. 

“Even if you don’t remember us, we remember you. Therefore you have nothing to worry about. To us, you are a dear friend and out Brother’s fiance.” G.O.A.T Rested a hand on yours and squeezed softly. “No harm will come to you from us. My name is Doc, Stress and I will be taking care of your medical care. Mumbo is the one cuffed to you.”

You let Mumbo undo the cuffs shortly after and allowed them to treat anything that was left. When they were done, X came back in. Doc had told you his name was Xisuma but most people called him X or some rendition of Xisuma. He was quiet when he came back in, eyes red and cheeks wet from tears. You were perched on the edge of the bed, facing the chair he sat down in.

“Let me be selfish.” You looked up from the spot on the floor you were staring at to look at him. All you could see in his face was desperation and pain. “I know you don’t remember but please let me be selfish. Let me hold you at night and stay by your side through the day. I’ve been looking for you for 2 years and 4 months. Now that I have you back I want to keep you close. So please let me be selfish and allow me to stay with you.”

You weren’t really sure what to say. Void, one of the highest ranking villains in the world, was begging you for something. Not only was he begging, but he was sobbing. You really wanted to go home and forget this ever happened but that didn’t really seem like a choice. A part of you questioned if this was a trap. For what, you didn’t know. Another part of your brain reminds you of your dreams with the man and the X on his face. You weren’t really sure how this was going to go, but maybe saying yes would work out better for you.

“Ok.” You had never seen hope grow in a person so fast.

“Ok as in I can?” At your nod, you found yourself wrapped in strong arms and cradled to his chest. Unsure of what to do, you awkwardly wrapped your arms around him and softly rubbed his back through his armor, you weren’t even sure he could feel it. It seemed to be the right thing however because he held you tighter while he sobbed into your neck.

You weren’t sure how long you were there for, just that when he was done crying, he just stayed in your embrace. When he finally parted from you, he took ahold of your hand and guided you through the halls to a room.

“This is our room.” His voice was soft as he spoke. He guided you through it. Telling you were all of your things were and where his was too. You noticed a ring box on what he said was your side. Probably to hold the supposed engagement ring that was around your neck. After your toured the room, you were given a tour of the whole building. The kitchen, living rooms, dining rooms, bathrooms, otter Hermits rooms and so on. Once he was sure he showed you everything, you were guided back to the kitchen. 

Xisuma started cooking, as you watched him work you realized he was making your favorite dish. Not only was he making your favorite, but he was making it exactly how you liked it, with all the little changes and tweaks you preferred. 

Not much was said during dinner, but one of your hands was always intertwined with his. After dinner, you were given a tour of the gardens in the back. You made sure to ignore the wavering in his voice like you had earlier. Once that was finished, you went back to your room for the night. Xisuma handed you one of his shirts and some of your shorts before letting you go change in the bathroom. When the door was slightly open, 2 cats shot out and immediately wrapped around your ankles screaming for attention. One of them decided that wasn’t enough, and the orange one started trying to climb up your leg.

“Des and Ed calm down!” Xisuma scolded the cats before detaching the one that was climbing you and snatching the one still around your ankles before it could start climbing you too. “Sorry, they missed you too, and they won’t let me trim their claws.” They were the cats from your dreams. Xisuma clearly took your staring for something else. “You probably don’t remember their names,” He held out the orange cat. “This is Edgar Allen Paw,” next was the black cat. “This i-”

“Furious the Destroyer.” Xisuma lit up and nodded, “I don’t know how I remember that.” The cats were placed back on the floor and you were pulled into another hug. 

“Eventually you’ll remember everything, but for now, we’ll take it one day at a time.” He gave a small squeeze before letting you go change. The shorts fit perfectly, but Xisuma’s shirt was big on you. It ended shortly before your knees. The smell of it was familiar and comforting but you couldn’t place why exactly it felt like that. So you left the bathroom and found yourself tucked into bed with Xisuma curled up around you. 

“I’m always comfortable when I’m laying with you!” the faceless man with the scar exclaimed, you laughed and dodged a lazy hand swung at you, the force behind it was so weak his arm fell shortly after. 

“You say that, but if we stay like this you’ll be complaining your back hurts tomorrow and I’ll have to listen to it all day!” He sighed before burying his head in your neck and placing feather light kisses on any skin he could reach.

“Let's just stay for a little longer.” The request was murmured against your skin. “We’ll go to bed in a minute but for now I just want to stay here with you.” You sighed but let one of your hands wander to his dark hair. 

“If you fall asleep, I don’t want to hear a single word about your back hurting.” He hummed in agreement, and nuzzled his head closer to your neck. He fell asleep in seconds and you felt yourself shaking your head before joining him in sleep.

When you woke up, it was still dark and Xisuma was still curled into your side, sound asleep. You checked the clock on the nightstand, 12:46 am. Lovely. Xisuma must have noticed your sigh in his sleep and moved closer. 

The thought that Hypno’s dream manipulation powers was the cause for your dreams crossed your mind again. The dreams seemed so personal and intimate that the thought that they weren’t actually yours felt so wrong. 

You turned your gaze towards Xisuma. You couldn’t see much in the dark and his head was tucked into your neck, but the rest of him was somehow curled around you too. Everytime you twitched or moved, he immediately moved closer. 

Clingy.

The thought flew through your head and you had to fight the urge to laugh. It didn’t work. You found yourself giggling in the dark desperately trying to stop so you didn’t wake Xisuma. It was too late for that.

“Whats so funny?” Xisuma’s voice was groggy and he was clearly trying not to move from his spot. You weren’t sure you wanted to tell him but you were probably going to have to. If you could ever catch your breath between giggles. 

“The big bad Void who’s known for his ruthlessness and path of destruction is clingy.” You started giggling harder as he groaned. 

“You said that when you found out the first time. But you went with a clingy simp then.” The giggling got worse at the addition of simp. Something you could see with how the day had been. Xisuma just groaned again. “Is this going to last for an hour again?” 

As the days went on, you got used to the hermits and Xisuma’s constant need to touch you. No one ever told you anything that could explain how or why you lost your memory. Well, that was until you were kidnapped again. This time by someone who looked identical to Xisuma but with red armor and white hair. You found yourself seated in a comfortable chair with a mug of your favorite tea in your hands. 

“So, what did Xisuma do to make you leave for 2 years?” He asked as he settled into his chair and sipped his tea. Something about him seemed familiar, and not just his similar looks to Xisuma. He felt almost comfortable to be around.

“I lost my memory 2 years ago and they found me about a week ago when a hero kidnapped me and tortured me for information. He just stared at you for a second before putting his drink down.

“So you don’t remember anything from before 2 years ago?” You nodded. “Explains why you went radio silent for 2 years… Well in that case, I’m Xavier, Xisuma’s clone… Whats the first thing you remember?”

“Waking up in the hospital and Thorn explaining I had been caught in a hero villain fight. When I said I couldn’t remember anything he found where I lived and worked.”

“Of course it was Thorn.” He seemed to notice your interest. “They didn’t tell you about Thorn did they?” He sighed and picked up his drink, taking a sip while he gathered his thoughts. “Of course they didn’t.”

“Thorn didn’t start as a hero, he was originally a vigilante. Well, he caught the hermits' attention. Thorn was hoping they would ask him to join them, but they weren’t interested in him joining. They wanted him gone, not because he was trying to stop them or too heroic or something like that. They wanted him gone because he had gone off the deep end and while the hermits are villains, they have morals. Thorn does not.” He sipped his tea.

“When he realized they were after him for reasons he didn’t want. He told them he would make them regret it, especially Xisuma. He thought the same thing most people think, because Xisuma is called the leader. Most people think he makes all the decisions when in reality, it's a group vote. While it’s not confirmed, it is theorized that Thorns powers are memory related due to some past things.”

“So that’s why Xisuma left the room when I mentioned him.” Xavier nodded. Taking a sip of your own drink, you mulled over the information. “How do I get my memories back then?”

“No idea. No one’s said anything about it before. Have you gotten any back?” Your dreams popped into your head. 

“I’ve been having dreams… But I don’t know if they’re actually memories. I can’t see anyone specific, just a form with a recognizable feature I guess.” Xavier nodded. 

“If it’s dreams, maybe Hypno could help unlock more. I don’t really know how it works but it's worth a shot.” After that, the conversation just flowed through other much lighter topics until Xavier decided it was time to return you back to Xisuma. 

You didn’t bring it up to Hypno until a week later. You requested that Xisuma not know about it yet and while reluctant Hypno understood your reasoning. Better not to get his hopes up when no one knew if it would work. One night a week, Hypno would try to make your dreams become clearer without messing them up. It didn’t make a difference, but you both decided to continue trying. 

As the weeks dragged on, you found yourself becoming attached to the hermits, not minding it when Xisuma came to you and wrapped you into some sort of physical touch and anxiety and nervousness of being around them went away. 

Weeks turned into months and nothing new had come back in the terms of memories. You could tell it was bothering Xisuma and the other hermits as much as it did you. Hypno continued trying to help you in your dreams, but it wasn’t doing anything. 

So you did the only thing you could think of. Think back on that hospital visit with Thorn to see if you could remember anything that he might have given away. You spent hours every day trying to think of something but it wasn’t until XB invited you to go swimming in the pool like you used to that something popped into your mind. 

“Make sure to avoid ocean water. We found you there and I would hate for you to have a PTSD episode.”

That’s how you found yourself at the beach, starting at the ocean waves in front of you. You were far enough away that the water didn’t even touch you. Just taking a moment to prepare yourself for the cold water. Thankfully, due to the late hour, no one else was there. Which also meant if anything happened, no one would be there to help.

Taking a deep breath, you walked forwards. Not stopping until your head was underwater.

“Your usual?” You asked Xisuma.

“Of course, are you going to spell my name completely wrong again?” You smiled.

“Of course!” He laughed and shook his head before moving down the line to wait at the counter that the finished drinks went too. 

While you were writing a horrible rendition of his name that was so far off it didn’t even sound similar, one of your coworkers gave you a wink and a look, clearly trying to convince you to go through with writing your number on his cup. Sighing, you finally committed to it, writing the digits down while your coworkers silently celebrated behind you. 

Two hours later, you got a text from him.

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“I really want to kiss you right now.” Xisuma stared at you from his spot on the bench next to you. 

“What’s stopping you?” Xisuma hesitated for a second before taking it as the invitation it was. He was so gentle and careful and he pulled you closer, one of his hands resting against your waist the other at the back of your neck. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months.”

—

“Why do you want me to let you into Xisuma’s room?” You asked Grian and Scar who stood in the doorway. Xisuma had left for some sort of meeting and you were getting ready to go to work when Grian and Scar knocked on the door.

“We want to dye some of his clothes pink.” 

“Just make sure he still has one white button up and a pair of nice black pants when your done, we have a date Friday and if it gets postponed because you messed all his clothes up I will personally arrange your torture and death.” They both shivered and nodded. You made sure to ignore them while you finished getting ready.

—

“I have something I need to tell you.” Xisuma pulled you away from your project and to a nearby couch in your room. “I’m the villain Void.” You blinked at him.

“Did you really have to pull me from my project for a joke?” You sighed.

“No, I’m serious, I’m Void.” He opened a small rift next to you, hoping that this wouldn’t be the end of the relationship. He struggled to read anything off of you as you stared at the rift. 

“But you're just a clingy simp who can barely remember where you leave things.” Xisuma snorted. Of course you would say that. “Is that why you always have so many bruises, why your gone so late sometimes and why you always give such bad excuses for not being able to do things?” Xisuma nodded, holding his breath.

“I understand it's a lot to process but I need you to know this doesn’t change anything. I love you and always have loved you and will always continue to love you.” 

“I just need some time to think about this.”

Later that night, you woke him up with your giggling. 

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“They’re so lucky I like all of them.” You sighed as you tried calling Xisuma again. He didn’t answer. Neither did Tango, Etho, Impulse or Doc. There was one other person you could call who could find them easily. 

“Hey Iskall, sorry to bother you. Do you know where Xisuma, Etho, Tango, Impulse and Doc are? They didn’t eat breakfast or take lunch so I’m trying to bring them some but no one will answer their phone.” Within seconds, Iskall had hacked their phones and gave you a location. Thankfully it wasn’t too far away. 

When you showed up. All five were huddled over some contraption they were making, not paying much attention to their surroundings. 

“It’s a good thing I’m not a hero or you all would have been captured in seconds.” The entire group turned to look at you like deer in the headlights. “I brought you lunch since none of you have eaten today, but considering how none of you answered my texts or calls I’m not sure you really want it.”

Immediately there were apologies and protests. You just laughed at them as they tried to defend themselves. Eventually you decided to accept whatever they were saying as good enough and handed out the lunches to the five. Xisuma was kind enough to give you a kiss before he dug in like the rest of the group. 

“More of the hermits need to get into relationships if this is the treatment we get from it!” You laughed at Etho’s statement before saying goodbye and heading to work. 

—

“This way!” Xisuma tugged you over to the Gazebo in the middle of the gardens you were visiting. “It has the best view of all the flowers.”

Xisuma wasn’t lying when he claimed it was the best view. Fields of flowers of all types were laid out in front of you. The sunlight made the bright colors pop out of the green, the smell of the flowers was strong and sweet, making it so you never wanted to leave.

You turned to Xisuma to see his reaction, only to find him down on one knee with a ring in his hand. You didn’t even let him give the little speech he had clearly practiced before saying yes and letting yourself drop into his arms. There in his arms, he whispered something in your ear.

“Even the destruction of the earth couldn’t keep me away from you.”

The ring was slid onto your fingers and when you got back to the main building, the other hermits swarmed the two of you.

You were pulled out of the water, gasping for breath. You hadn’t realized you had been under for that long. Glancing up, you were met with Xisuma’s terrified face. Xisuma, your fiance, the love of your life. You didn’t even know how you could have forgotten. 

Xisuma clearly wasn’t expecting to be pulled into a kiss after pulling you up from the bottom of the ocean but he melted into it either way. His arms tightened around your waist and one of your hands found it’s way to the back of Xisuma’s head. 

“Even the destruction of the earth couldn’t keep me away from you.” Xisuma teared up, desperately searching your eyes. “I remember Xisuma. I remember everything!” You found yourself being pulled back down into another kiss. 

“We should head back to shore.” Xisuma’s voice was thick and shaking against your lips, you wiped his tears from his face before stealing another kiss.

“Let's go home Xisuma.”

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 24/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 25, PART 26

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The next thing Lucifer does is look for Charlie. Which is easier said than done because of the sea of bodies.

With everything happening, he can't distinguish anyone. Faces blur together.

He doesn't know where Alastor went or where the other hotel residents are fighting. Adam is also missing, but he hopes Adam is still on their side.

Charlie: Dad!

He turns to see Vaggie and Charlie approaching, covered in blood but apparently uninjured.

Vaggie: Sir, they just keep on coming! We can't fight forever!

Vaggie yells as she stabs an angel with her spear. Charlie releases sparks from her fingers to ward off anyone who gets too close, her shield protecting herself and her lover.

Charlie: Look over there!

Charlie points to a group of angels, and Lucifer recognizes one of them as the exorcist who always accompanied Adam during their meetings—the one who seemed too brutal to be an angel of Heaven.

And merciless she was as she shows no remorse in killing what looks to be part of Michael's army.

She turns to face them, her eyes glowing with a strange, otherworldly red. She looks nothing like the angels on the side of the rebellion he saw earlier.

Lucifer doesn't need to know more to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Lucifer: What have you done?!

Lucifer demands, his voice echoing with authority.

The exorcist smiles coldly.

Lute: You of all beings should understand, Morningstar.

She spits his name like it's disgusting to even utter.

Lute: This is a purge. A cleansing of all impurities!

Lucifer stares in horror and anger at the other's outrageous reasoning.

Lucifer: You're killing your own kind!

Lute: I'm purifying Heaven!

Lute replies, voice borderline hysterical. Lucifer's fists clench in anger.

Lucifer: This is genocide. Is that all you angels know??!

She cocks her head to the side.

Lute: Call it what you will. I'm not afraid of you.

With a swift motion, Lute strikes down another angel. The fury in her eyes is unmistakable. She turns back to Lucifer, her voice filled with venom.

Lute: You killed Adam.

Lucifer: What?

Lute: You've caused me great pain so I'm here to be the cause of yours.

Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie exchange glances. They know reasoning with this kind of lunacy is futile. It's clear that Lute is also losing her mind due to whatever curse they're under some kind of influence. With a swift motion, Lucifer draws his sword.

Lute charges with the intent to kill, heading towards Lucifer. He was ready but then Vaggie and Charlie intercept her attack.

Lute, enraged, has dark blood trailing down her face, sending her into a frenzy. As she swings her sword, she strikes Charlie in the eye. Charlie screams in pain, clutching her bleeding eye as Vaggie springs into action to meet Lute's attacks. Vaggie's spear clashes with Lute's blade, sparks flying with each strike.

Lucifer rushes to help but is tackled by a swarm of zombie angels, pinning him to the ground.

He struggles, but there are too many on him. Despite his helplessness, he fights on, refusing to die by the hands of these abominations. Lucifer thrashes and spits fire wildly until—

A blinding light fills the battlefield. Lucifer sees everyone shield their eyes as a new figure descends from the heavens.

Michael: Enough!

The powerful voice booms. The light fades, revealing an archangel of immense stature, his presence commanding.

Lucifer: Michael..

Lucifer whispers, relief evident in his words. Maybe his brother can put a stop to this.

Michael's gaze sweeps across the battlefield, taking in the destruction. When he saw Lucifer buried under the angels, his eyes flashed with fury. He wanted to swooped in to pull off the reanimated corpses from his little brother but Lucifer yells at him to stop.

Lucifer: My daughter! Get that fucking bitch away from her!

Michael hesitates but then another figure landed beside him and began helping Lucifer.

Uriel: I got him, Michael. Go! Lute is your enemy.

Michael nods He takes off, wings beating powerfully as he zeroes in on Lute. He spots her, her sword raised high as she battles fiercely with one of his soldiers. With a mighty flap of his wings, Michael lands in front of her.

Michael: You continue to betray Heaven and everything it stands for.

Lute: You think I give a shit?!

Michael: I've been so gracious and yet you continue this foolishness.

Lute laughs, the sound cold and mocking.

Lute: Gracious? You call letting these demons live after killing Adam, your first man, gracious?

Michael's grip tightens on his sword, his knuckles white. He takes a step forward, his voice low and dangerous.

Michael: You shall meet our maker today.

Lute's smirk fades, replaced by an ugly grimace. She raises her sword, ready to face the wrath of Heaven's mightiest warrior. The battlefield seems to hold its breath as the two warriors stand poised for their fateful clash.

She got all up on his face and whispers harshly.

Lute: I don't intend to go alone.

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Where's Adam when you need him

[transformersarelikemagicalgirlz]

Absolutely OBSESSED with a Santa Clarita diet AU.

(It’s a Zombie Comedy on Netflix)

CW: violence, death, cannibalism, puking, suggestive content

Taking place during ‘Sick Mind’, Optimus is infected by the plague ship, but somehow something about the Matrix (because it’s a convenient plot device 😈) mutates the virus into something else.

Upon return to base he’s found himself dizzy and disoriented but insists he just needs a moment alone to clean off.

Cut to exactly two minutes later, all Ratchet’s allowing him alone for obvious reasons, and when Ratchet walks in on him he’s somehow managed to puke everywhere and pass out on the floor.

Thus begins the whole mission into Megatron’s head and all that jazz. But by the time Bee comes back, everyone is absolutely devastated and it seems like Optimus is truly dead. However as soon as what’s happening, yknow ‘wars end’ ‘we lost’ ‘we’re fucked’, Optimus sits up and is immediately better.

While everyone’s relieved it’s also super weird, and while Ratchet is going over him trying to figure out how he’s miraculously recovered discovers a few things: for one, his life signal isn’t back online; every one of the monitors is flatlined.

He doesn’t get to prod much more before Optimus insists he’s fine, better than ever actually.

As for the how the actual show this is all based off of goes, the next day he’s feeling AMAZING. He’s more full of life than ever, more energetic, highly motivated to get out there ‘kick ass’ (as Miko puts it as she’s loving the new development), and if I’m following the show’s canon symptoms, increased libido. So yknow that gives me the opportunity to push an Opti-Ratch agenda on you all. ε(*´･ω･)з

The next time they wind up on the battlefield he’s having the time of his life. He’s mouthy, hell he’s a total jackass to some of the vehicons (who are equally confused and scared).

Before the last of them get away he’s sunk his teeth into back of their neck and bitten a portion out of the poor guy. Then another. And while he gets carried away, the rest of Team Prime is just lost on how to react or what to do. Optimus is completely unbothered by this development though, there’s plenty of standard con troops and he’s sure the Decpticons won’t panic if a few number-named-nobodies go missing right???

[sendpseuds]

Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.) 👉👈

THIS!

Sadly, I will never write this insane dark!Obi-Wan on Mandalore AU that haunts my dreams to this day

what you see above is the timeline of events [well, as far as I got with it] and SEVEN different points of view, but while this timeline is in chronological order, the fic was not going to be. Well, not totally.

Basically, the fic would start in Bo-Katan's POV [the blue stickies] where she and the rest of Death Watch meet with a mysterious figure offering to help them take back Mandalore. Cut to Satine's POV [purple stickies] where she's informed that a patrol has picked up a downed ship outside the city walls. The pilot survived and has been identified as Obi-Wan Kenobi. But that's not possible, because Obi-Wan Kenobi died on Naboo over a decade ago

*gasp*

Anyway, the audience knows from the beginning that he's working as a double agent but we don't know what his motivations are. Other than the Kryze sisters whose stories are told chronologically, almost every POV [Dooku red, Cody orange, Quinlan yellow, Anakin green] is out of order and often out of context, especially Obi-Wan's [black stickies] who's POV segments I had started to write in a very different style from everyone else, more poetry than prose from him just to make everything even eerier.

This thing is insane. An absolute monster with so many cool ideas but I just don't have the bandwidth for it.

There are a lot of elements I think about a lot and I often wonder if I could break this down into smaller fics.

I'm having fun thinking about this so I'm gonna keep ranting if that's cool with you? Cool.

The main theme of the story is pain, both emotional and physical. Obi-Wan is horribly injured on Naboo after Qui-Gon sacrifices him to defeat Maul [hense, everyone thinking he's dead] and he lives with chronic pain, which is how Dooku manipulates him into training as a Sith, by offering him relief and threatening to take it away whenever Obi-Wan steps out of line. There is also something in there about Obi-Wan learning how to completely shield himself in the Force because his pain gets so loud other Force-sensitive can feel it [which is how Dooku finds him in the first place]

Eventually, Obi-Wan escapes and spends a lot of time learning on his own and just observing what's going on. He knows there's a war coming but Dooku never told him the details. So he's curious.

This brings me to one idea I think could definitely just be a fic all its own —

During the war, Cody notices that clones are going missing on the battlefield. At first, he makes some particularly gruesome excuses in his mind involving explosives and local fauna but eventually, it becomes clear someone is taking them. It's not every battle and it's always only one.

Before he's ever able to get to the bottom of it, Cody is knocked out cold in the middle of battle and wakes up on an operating table where a mysterious man explains how he's been taking clones for months. At first, he'd only taken men who were already dead, curious to learn about their physiology, but when he'd discovered the chips— Well, then he'd started to experiment.

in the larger AU plot, this came back in the end, Obi-Wan has his own little clone brigade [oh gods this part was so complicated, there was some zombie troopers and some reprogrammed ones and Death Watch didn't know about the reprogrammed ones?? also I wrote the zombie trooper idea down before Ahsoka so yeah], but I really think this could work as a horror one-shot that just ends with Obi-Wan kissing him on the forehead and putting him under for his reprogramming.

Okay, wow. This is probably a lot more than you bargained for, but I haven't really played around with this AU in a while, so thank you for giving me the excuse to do that!

For anyone wondering, the sticky note app is called Mural, but it really only works on a computer, the iPad app is unusable.

And if anyone has questions about this AU, please feel free to ask! this one goes wild places

[ironfey-42]

I Have Looked at You in Millions of Ways and I Have Loved You in Each

This is for my secret santa, @szaleksandra ! I decided to make you both a playlist and an edit cuz I was making the playlist and I thought that it looked bare without the edit.

The link is at the bottom of this post.

This is a soulmate AU where fate has bound Tony and Stephen together, but fate has also made it so that many events are trying/keeping keep them apart. Tony and Stephen overcome what fate has forced them to experience. Basically, this playlist is full of songs where fate has placed them in many AUs separating them. Tony and Stephen keep getting together but are always pulled apart. There are moments in these AUs where there’s soft fluff. The final AU is in MCU post-IW/Endgame where fate allows them to finally have their happy ending. You get to decide what the AUs are based on the songs.

Unbridled by Chasing Lovely

Home (feat. Casey Lee Williams) by Jeff Williams

Slow Dance by Chasing Lovely

To Be Human by Sia Wonder Woman AU

Battlefield by Jordin Sparks

The Story by Brandi Carlile

Unstoppable by The Score

To Love You More by Glee Cast

Climb Every Mountain by Jordan Smith

All I Want by Kina Grannis

Wave of Hope (from I am Setsuna) by Moises Nieto

Someday by Milo Manheim and Meg Donnelly, Zombie AU

Take A Hint by Victorious Cast, People Keep Setting Them Up with Other People and Not Each Other AU

Champion by Fall Out Boy

Run to You by Pentatonix

Homeward Bound by Peter Hollens

Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

We’ll Meet Again by Vera Lynn

Cupid - Acoustic Version by Girl’s Day English Translation

Meet Me on the Battlefield by Svrcina

Every Time We Touch by Cascada

How Does A Moment Last Forever by Celine Dion

Loving You Keeps Me Alive by Thomas Borchert, Dracula the Musical AU

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

You Are My Sunshine by Moira Dela Torre

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

Lucid Dream by Monogram English Translation

Marry Me by Venus and the Moon

I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You by Imaginary Future and Kina Grannis

How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding

You & I by One Direction

Coming Home by Seven Lions and Mike Mains

The Light by Roanoke

I Was Born to Love Her by Ivan & Alyosha

Tip of My Tongue by The Civil Wars

Marry Me by Train

SPOTIFY

AO3

[ao3feed-itafushi]

The Universes I Travel for You

by itagumis After a bloody and unmerciful battle, The King of Curses and all his terror has finally come to an end. However, for Itadori Yuuji his next line of suffering had just begun as Fushiguro Megumi perishes on the battlefield. Stricken with grief and guilt, Yuuji makes a binding vow with an ancient curse to allow him to travel through different universes in search of the one where Megumi is alive. The task becomes harder than it seems as their fates were originally lined up to never cross. But Yuuji won't accept defeat. He is willing to cross through a million universes in hopes of fulfilling his promise of saving Megumi. Words: 7512, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, this is like a mash of AUs, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lots of Hurt, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Fluff, mentions of domestic violence, Character Death, Itadori Yuuji Needs a Hug, Fushiguro Megumi Needs a Hug, tags to be updated from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/JaGrUIs

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty Four)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: The wedding is here!!!!

Thank you once again to everyone showing love to this story. It’s nowhere near done but my brain is getting antsy. I have like a billion Ghost stories I wanna write, some I've started already, some mere ideas in my pesky brain. I’d love to hear which ones you guys are most interested in first. I can’t list all of my ideas here because it would take too long but some of the ones I’m doing are;

-Ghost/OC/Soap story. MC is on the task force.

-I don’t wanna call it an alpha/omega story because the MC is human, but it's kinda along those lines with mates and stuff. But it falls into obsessive Ghost and reluctant (at first) MC. If you think this Ghost is pussy whipped for Lottie then… lmao just wait and see bby.

-a sunshine/grumpy trope story. Ghost absolutely wants nothing to do with her but she's so cute and ridiculous and happy and she worms her way in anyway >:)

-mediaeval ish story. MC is the princess, Ghost is a knight.  

-an actual alpha/omega story. Our poor little omega is traumatised and Ghostie takes care of her.

-Zombie AU story. Deals with some pretty dark and depressing shit.

I have more ideas but those are the ones pinging around my brain the most and some I’ve already started. Don’t be shy to let me know.

The wedding dress and the lingerie for reference.

I actually managed to pick a song that wasn’t the usual bands lmao My brain allowed it because good ol’ Greg here is the singer from The Dillinger Escape plan, who I believe our Ghostie listens to lololol

Greg Puciato - Heaven of Stone

In the earth below with

Nowhere else to go

I know that we'll belong

Set free from all the wrongs

In eternal gardens

Fallen flowers grow

I've held you all along

In heavens made of stone

‘Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.’ Simon tried to remember who said that, if he remembered right, it was Aristotle. Made sense though, didn’t it? Maybe that's why he’d spent most of his life miserable, feeling cold and empty like a haunted house. Maybe that was why he always felt like something was missing. He’d been only half of a soul, floating around like a wraith, trying to find his other half. Now he’d found her, had her stumble right into his life and now he knew he could never look back. He felt whole, he felt complete, he felt like everything was right and the world made sense.

Despite these feelings, he was greedily sucking nicotine from a smoke, his second in  less than fifteen minutes, as he sat perched on the wall outside of the courthouse. To say he was feeling nervous would have been a gross understatement. He wasn't having cold feet, in fact Tommy had been stunned by the lack of cold feet he’d shown all morning. He’d never been more sure of anything in his entire life, he knew he wanted her to be his wife. But he was nervous for a lot of other things, the variables in this scenario, the things beyond his control. Just as he hated that bullshit out on the battlefield, he hated it in his personal life. He loved to be in control, it meant he was less likely to get hurt, a feeling he’d been subjected to far too much as a child. He’d vowed never to feel that vulnerable again. 

What if she was the one having cold feet? What if she decided she didn't want to marry a tosser like him? What if she decided she didn't want marriage at all? What if she decided she was bored of him and that she didn't want to be with him full stop? What if she didn't turn up? What if he went home and all her stuff was gone? What if, what if, what if? Too many thoughts, too many feelings and he was trying to calm himself down by chain smoking. 

“You're gonna get lung cancer before she even gets here at this rate,” Tommy huffed from next to him, snatching the pack of smokes out of his hand and pocketing them. Simon glared at him, stubbing out the end of his cig before flicking it into the bin not too far away. 

“I’m fine,” he grouched and Tommy eyed his leg that was anxiously bouncing before raising a smug brow at him. “Fuck off,” he huffed and Tommy snorted.

“It’s okay to be nervous, Si,” he murmured and Simon ran a hand through his hair in agitation.

Lottie would be here soon and he wished she’d just turn up early, to see if she would in fact turn up or if his life was about to quickly go down the shitter. 

“What if she doesn't turn up?” he asked, his voice so quiet with the shame of his admission. Tommy glanced at him, a sympathetic smile on his face as he clapped Simon on the back.

“She will turn up,” his simple answer just annoyed him and he heaved a sigh, glaring at him. “She thinks the world of you, Simon, anyone with eyes can see that. She’ll turn up. If anything, she’s probably panicking just as much as you right now. Probably convinced herself you won't be here,” Tommy said quietly and Simon knew he wasn't wrong. He knew his girl so well and she was probably working herself into an even bigger tizzy than he was. He just hated this anxiety, hated being away from her like this. He knew she loved him, his nerves were just getting the best of him. 

Tommy’s phone dinged and he glanced at it, grinning before he stood up.

“Come on, arse wipe, up you get. They’re on their way,” he beamed at him. 

Relief flooded his system then, knowing she was coming after all, Beth and his mum in tow after helping her get ready. He wondered just what she’d look like walking down the small aisle of the courthouse. 

He was wearing a suit, nothing too fancy, just a simple black and white suit that he’d worn to Tommy’s wedding. He’d contemplated getting something fancier, something just for this occasion, but Charlotte had told him to do what he wanted, whatever was comfortable for him so this is what he chose. He wasnt much of a suit person to begin with and he didn’t want to waste money on something that made him so fucking uncomfortable. He felt he scrubbed up decent enough anyway. 

He followed his baby brother into the courthouse to await his bride and his stomach felt like there were a million roaches inside, all squirming around trying to get out. He felt sick, breathing slowly so he didn’t fucking pass out and make a right knob of himself while he waited at the end of the aisle. The officiant was an older man, a kind face who had been nothing but nice and polite to the boys since they arrived. They all stood waiting for the girls to arrive. 

There wouldn't be music, the wedding march or anything of the like as she walked in. They could have requested it but she’d said no. He'd been a little surprised that she wanted a bare bones wedding like this but he hadn’t minded at all. He tended to agree with her though, weddings were shite. He just wanted to marry her. 

He heard the door start to open and he stood taller, as if standing to attention in front of his commanding officer. As the doors fully opened, he felt like all the breath got stolen from his lungs. The feeling was so reminiscent of when they first met and he never would have thought back then that he’d wind up making her his wife. 

She was an absolute vision and his throat constricted painfully as he couldn't stop staring at her, eyes unblinking, not wanting to miss anything. The dress suited her perfectly, the lace as delicate as she was and he felt his eyes prickling with unshed tears as the emotion overflowed inside of him. His mum was linking arms with her, giving her away as she had no parents of her own. He remembered how hard Lottie had cried when his mum had offered, remembered how he himself had cried no matter how embarrassing it might have been. 

Beth was behind them, holding the train of the dress in one hand, the other arm having an almost one year old Joseph perched on her hip. He was wearing fucking suit and everything. Little man looked proper dapper. 

His mum led Charlotte to him and his girl was staring at him with wide eyes and a tentative smile. After a pat to the arm off his teary mum, she sat down with Tommy, Beth and little Jo following along. He couldn't take his eyes off Lottie though as they stared at each other. Her brown waves were up in some braided updo thing, a few waves framing her face. She was perfect.

“You look like an angel, love,” he whispered reverently, his voice thick with emotion as he grasped her hands. She blushed, that pink looking so pretty on her face as she smiled shyly. Always acted like he was complimenting her for the first time. He never tired of making her blush, he loved that he could still have that effect on her. 

“You look so handsome, Si,” she murmured, making those moon eyes at him as if he’d hung the moon himself. Fuck, he wished he did. He’d do anything she asked of him no matter how impossible the task. 

He wanted to keep going on about how beautiful she was, wanted to kiss the gloss of her perfect lips, wanted to do a lot of things, but then the officiant started speaking.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of Charlotte and Simon in marriage. This ceremony marks the beginning of their journey together as husband and wife,” he started and Simon felt the anticipation thrumming through his entire being. His eyes were still glued to his girl, even when he heard his mothers sniffle from her seat. 

“Charlotte and Simon, today you come before us to express your love and commitment to one another. Before we proceed, do you both affirm that it is your intention to enter into this marriage willingly and with full understanding of its significance?” he asked and Charlotte smiled up at Simon in a way that rendered his heart to mush.

"We do," they both answered and it made his lips tug up as he squeezed her soft hands gently.

“Excellent. Charlotte and Simon, marriage is a sacred bond, a union founded on love, respect, and mutual trust. It is a promise to stand by each other through life's joys and challenges. It is a commitment to support and uplift one another, to cherish and nurture your relationship each and every day. Now, Charlotte, please share your vows with Simon,” the officiant said with a warm smile. 

He could tell she was nervous, felt her hands trembling against his own. He expected her to pull out a piece of paper with her vows on, like his own that he’d stuffed in his pocket. Vows he’d agonised over and rewrote a billion and one times because no words could ever be able to sum up what he wanted to say to her. She didn't seem to need to read her vows though, apparently she had it all stored in her head.

“Simon… from the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You've brought so much joy and love into my life, and I’m grateful for every moment we've shared together. You’ve changed me as a person, for the better. Made me see I’m worthy of being loved. I can never repay you for all you’ve done for me but I’d love to spend the rest of our lives trying,” she started with a wobbly voice and shiny eyes. His chest felt heavy, like a weight bearing down on him as he suppressed the urge to cry like a right mard arse. He gave her a watery smile and she gripped his hands tighter. 

“I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin. I promise to support you, to encourage you, and to be your partner in all things. I vow to listen to you with an open heart, to laugh with you in times of joy, and to comfort you in times of sorrow. I choose you today and every day for the rest of our lives,” she murmured earnestly and he had to blink rapidly to quell the onslaught of tears threatening to break through. 

“Thank you, Charlotte. Now, Simon, please share your vows with Charlotte,” the officiant smiled. 

Simon swallowed thickly, one of his hands leaving Lottie’s so he could retrieve the little piece of paper in his breast pocket with a trembling hand. His breathing was shaky and he tried to calm himself, didn't want his voice to crack.

“Charlotte, from the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one I wanted to spend my life with…” he hated how close to tears he sounded, how the lump in his throat got bigger with each word leaving his mouth. Charlotte gave him an encouraging smile, bringing the hand she still held up to her mouth and placing a tender kiss to his knuckles. “You’re my best friend, my confidante, and my soulmate. Today, in front of our family, I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in all your dreams and endeavours, and to always be there for you. I promise to cherish you, to respect you, and to honour you for the incredible person you are. I’m so grateful to call you my partner, and I vow to spend the rest of my days makin’ you happy,” he choked out, stuffing the paper back in his pocket before wiping his eyes quickly. The officiant looked at Tommy then and he hopped up, fishing around in his pocket before grabbing the two rings, handing them to both he and Lottie. “As Charlotte and Simon exchange these rings, they are symbolising the commitment and love they have pledged to one another. These rings are more than mere adornments; they are a visible representation of the promises and vows made here today. Charlotte, as you place this ring on Simon's finger, may it serve as a constant reminder of your love, loyalty, and devotion. Let it be a symbol of the unbreakable bond you share and a promise of your commitment to him,” the officiant said, gesturing to Charlotte and she smiled up at Simon, a heart melting smile before she slid the ring on his finger with the utmost care.

“Simon, as you place this ring on Charlotte's finger, may it be a symbol of your eternal love and unwavering dedication. Let it be a reminder of the promises you've made and a testament to the love that will continue to grow between you,” Simon’s thumb brushed over her finger before he slid the ring on, giving her hand a squeeze as he gazed down at her adoringly. 

“May these rings forever signify the love and unity you share as husband and wife. With this exchange, your lives are forever intertwined, and your journey together as partners begins anew. And now, by the power vested in me by the City of Manchester, I am honoured to pronounce you husband and wife. You may seal your vows with a kiss.”

Simon wasted no time, gripping either side of Lottie’s face and leaning down, capturing her lips quickly. He’d wanted to do nothing but kiss her since she’d turned up. He kept it tame, he did have an audience after all, he he tried he pour all of his love, all of his emotion into the kiss. When he pulled away, her cheeks were aflame, amusement dancing behind her pretty blue eyes as she smiled at him.

“I love you,” she murmured and he felt himself melting all over again.

“I love you too… Mrs Riley,” he smirked and her smile widened.

They stayed a little longer to sign all the forms to actually be married before they all left the courthouse. Not before his mother had clung to him, weeping into his chest at how proud she was, how fucking happy he was for him. Made his heart feel like it had grown three sizes seeing his poor mum like that about him. 

Much to Tommy’s chagrin, there wouldn't be a reception. Charlotte hadn't really wanted one and if he was honest, neither did he. All he could think about as he looked at his new wife in that dress was wanting to get her home and getting inside of her. Before they left, his mum was adamant on getting some pictures that she could print off so they’d posed for her outside of the courthouse and he didn't think he’d ever had a picture taken of him smiling quite like this.

They’d gotten congratulations from the taxi driver on their way home after parting ways with his family and Simon felt his chest puff with pride that Lottie was now his wife. His other half. She was fully his and he felt like he was on top of the world. She seemed so happy, smiling and giggling as he told her shitty jokes on the way home, clutching his arm as they made their way inside and into the lift. 

As they walked down the hallway of their apartment, he scooped her up bridal style, making her squeal before she started laughing, gripping around his neck as if she thought he’d drop her. As if he ever would. He was smiling so fucking hard his cheeks hurt and he was sure he probably looked fucking psychotic at this point. He couldn't help it though, he’d never felt happiness quite like this, never thought he would. Hadn’t thought he deserved it. Yet here she was, beautiful and sweet Charlotte, giving him every drop of love she had in her entire being and he wouldn't waste a single bit of it. 

He carried her through the threshold, gently placing her on her feet as they got indoors and he shut the door behind her. His eyes turned hungry then as he gazed at her, eyes trailing over her in that fucking dress, looking like some angel sent from heaven to tempt him. 

He stepped towards her and the look in his eyes had her stepping back until her back hit the door, lips parted, pupils blown wide as he gazed up at him. He rested his hands either side of her on the door, caging her in, knowing she loved his size and loved feeling helpless around him, little minx she was. 

He trailed his nose along her delicate throat with a hum and she let out a soft noise that had his hard dick aching in his pants. He placed a wet and open mouthed kiss on her pulse point, making her moan quietly before he leaned back up to look at her with his blazing eyes. 

“You look good enough to eat, sweetheart,” he purred and she smiled, a delighted flash glinting in her eyes. 

“Be careful of the dress, it's a rental,” she smirked, making him snort softly.

“That’s a shame, wanted to fuck you in it,” he muttered wickedly, loving how she swallowed thickly, squirming where she stood. 

“I have something better… you should take the dress off,” she murmured, looking at him all coy like and batting her lashes. 

He was intrigued and horny so he did what he was told like a good husband, moving his hands from the door to around her waist. She gasped as he pulled her flush to his chest, her hands splaying on him as she blinked up at him. His large hand slid around to her back, finding the zip and unzipping it slowly, slow enough to make her shift impatiently. 

Once the zip was completely down, his hands trailed in a featherlight touch up to her shoulders, pulling down the dainty straps there. He tugged the dress down, revealing lingerie he hadn't expected underneath. His movements became a little faster now, pulling the dress until it pooled around her ankles and he let out a deep groan, his eyes darkening. 

“You dress up for me, angel?” he asked in a mere whisper and her blush swept up her chest to her face as she nodded shyly. What a fucking sight she was like this, white lingerie with delicate straps and flowers adorning her. She’d been right, it was better than the wedding dress. His hands slid up her hips to her waist and he leaned down, nuzzling her nose with his.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Charlotte,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers and feeling her smile against him.

“You like it?” she asked almost meekly and maybe it shouldn't have made his dick even harder, but it did.

“Fuckin’ love it,” he replied breathlessly. 

He trailed hot and wet kisses from her mouth, down her jaw and to her neck, lavishing it with attention, just how she liked it. She let out a breathy moan and he groaned in response, pulling her closer to him as his hands slid around to her arse. It was then he realised the lingerie was a thong and her perfect arse cheeks were on display for him. A growl rumbled in his chest as he gave them a firm squeeze, and she moaned a little louder this time. 

“On the bed, love,” he ordered, pulling himself away from her painfully. He needed to get out of his fucking clothes so he could have his way with her before his dick fell off. She flashed him a pretty smile before they both made their way to the bedroom and she sauntered over to the bed. He watched her lay on her side, watching him with rapt attention as he started to undress. His lips tugged into a smirk at her blatant ogling so he made sure to take his time as he unbuttoned his shirt before peeling it off, his pants soon to follow. 

Once he was finally free of his constraints, he made a beeline for the bed and Charlotte rolled onto her back waiting for him. He climbed on, parting her thighs and groaning in delight at the view of her soaked cunt behind the sheer white material. 

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me already like a good little wife,” he drawled and he didn't miss how her breathing hitched at his words. Her pupils were blown wide as she watched him keenly and he slid his hands up the inside of her thighs slowly, loving how soft her skin was. He could feel her shaking with anticipation, his cock twitching at how she arched her back, trying to get closer to him. 

He couldn't tear his eyes off her, he loved her so much it felt like it caused him physical pain sometimes. He leaned down, kissing every morsel of skin he could that poked out of her body suit, worshipping her body like the goddess she was. Fucking hell, he’d give his life to her, devote everything he had in him to her. 

She was writhing under his touch, at every flutter of his lips against her skin, every brush of his tongue, every nip of his teeth. He was reverent with every touch as he made his way up her body, paying extra attention to her neck and getting a lovely moan from her. 

His lips finally claimed hers and she was so desperate for him that he felt like he might spill his load without being touched. How had he gotten so lucky? What on earth had he done to deserve such a beauty in his life that was the radiance she exuded? She was absolutely everything to him, the beginning and the end, completing him like the puzzle piece he’d spent his life searching for. 

“What?” she asked shyly and he realised then he’d stopped kissing her and was just looking at her with those soft eyes he had, only for her. He felt heat bloom high on his cheeks, in the top of his ears and she noticed because she smiled warmly at him, her fingers caressing the back of his neck lovingly. 

“I just… I love you. Never thought I’d have this,” he admitted quietly and her eyes softened, her smile widening. 

“I love you too,” she fluttered a pretty smile at him, pulling him back down and massaging her lips against his. 

He melted into her, his hand trailing down her body like some sacred object before it brushed her dripping cunt over her underwear. She gasped and he moaned, practically salivating over how needy her body was being. Part of him wanted to go all out, fuck her with his fingers, lick her pussy until she was a shaking mess, but he couldn’t. Seeing her in this pretty white lingerie, seeing her in that dress, seeing her with his ring on her finger, branding her as his… It was too much. He needed her so badly he was sure he’d die. 

He hooked his finger in the string of her underwear, dragging it from where it lay over her cunt and arse, pulling it to the side to sit in the crease of her thigh. He gripped his aching cock, rubbing against her soaked heat and she let out a needy noise that had his blood running hot. 

He sunk into her with a loud groan of relief, her own moan bleeding into his. He bottomed out deliciously and she had that pretty look on her face that told him he was filling her tight little cunt up to the brim, filling her up good. The hand beside her head was used for leverage, his other winding around her lower back to angle her better and keep her as close as possible before he started rutting into her. 

If he wasnt half gone with lust, he might have felt sorry for the neighbours as his pretty little wife started keening, clawing at his shoulders as he fucked the soul out of her, trying to claim it for his own. The legs of the bed squeaked, the headboard slamming into the wall and the room was full of obscene sounds. Their moans, the sound of their skin slapping together as he fucked her like a man possessed. 

He wanted to tell her she was his now, belonged to him in every way possible, wanted to tell her she wouldn't be leaving him ever, not if he had anything to do with it. He wanted to say a lot of things but his mouth could do little else but moan like a needy whore at the pleasure he felt. She was divine, being with her like this was a holy experience for him and it set every nerve ending in his body on fire. 

His lips crashed to hers and the kiss was messy, desperate as they both clawed and pawed at each other, chasing a release that felt higher than any other. Her hand was on the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her as she tangled her tongue with his and he could feel the cold metal of her ring on his skin, a reminder of how she willingly gave herself over to him today. They were no longer separate souls, two halves separated into two bodies. They were joined in union, tied together forever. He’d follow her even after death if it came to it. 

He angled his hips just right, brushing that spot inside of her and pressing against her clit with his public bone and the noise she let out would make a porn star blush.

“Fuckin’ Christ…” he moaned, struggling to hold into his sanity as her cunt fluttered around him 

“Don’t stop,” she choked out, her pale cheeks flushed red, irises nowhere in sight as her eyes were overtaken by her pupils. Her voice was pleading, bordering on desperate as she clung to him like she might float off the earth if she didn't. 

He didn't stop, he kept his brutal pace, sweat trickling down his temple with the effort it was taking to not fill her up, not yet. He felt the moment she came, felt her pussy grip him so tightly he was worried she’d cut off his blood supply. It felt like she was trying to suck him inside of her, trying to consume him and he’d let her. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan, guttural and primal as his cock spurted thick ropes of cum inside of her, over and over. He felt like he'd never cum that much in his life. 

They both lay there, panting and sweaty and he tried not to squash her as they came down from their highs. His lips found hers, the kiss tender, slow, loving. Her hand was on his cheek, soft and sweet and it made his chest feel tight. When he pulled away, she was radiant, glowing from the inside out as she blinked her pretty eyes at him. 

“I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” she murmured and it made the tightness in his chest worse. 

He couldn't fathom being something someone wanted, that someone would be lucky to have him. But he knew she meant it, down to her fucking bones and god if it didn’t feel good. If it didn't make him feel like he could do anything when she looked at him so lovingly. He felt like he could take on the world. He was the lucky one and he knew that, to have such a loving partner, now wife, to have someone with so much love inside of her, all to himself. 

She’d raised herself, had been starved of love and basic human decency for most of her life and she’d turned out perfect. She’d raised herself and done it right and it made Simon feel like he could take on his own demons. If she could come out of the other side burning brighter than the sun, then so could he. 

They would chase each other's demons away, make the shadows crawl back to wherever they came from. She lit him up from the inside out and it made him feel warm. Made him feel like he was actually living and not just existing. Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies and he refused to part from her now he found her.

[creativesplat]

I've seen you send this ask to other blogs, but I'm not sure if I've seen your post about it

How would you make an Engage au involving both of the Alears?

sorry it took so long for me to reply! That is a really good question! I've got a couple of aus I like :)

1: Divine dragon M!Alear, Fell Dragon F!Alear

maybe Lumera's child M!Alear finds past F!Alear with his mother and they all become family (maybe there's a cutscene where M!Alear and past F!Alear are cuddling sommie or something cute like that) and all three of them go to face Sombron.

F!Alear gets injured and has to have the 1000 year nap, but M!Alear dies and to save him Lumera puts him in the ring she gives F!Alear, or Lumera is able to save him but as a result he is transported to the Fell Xenologue universe (maybe she used a risky and experimental healing magic that displaced his body and spirit or something?) which is why Xeno-Alear knows our Alear.

2: Fell twin Alears

Or M!Alear and F!Alear are twins and both protect their sister Veyle, but M!Alear dies protecting her. Veyle held her brother as he died in her arms and his dragon stone shattered and there was nothing she could do. She did revive him as a corrupted (the first corrupted she had ever made) but it was a shadow of who he was. both siblings were traumatised by this almost-M!Alear-corrupted who tries to comfort them after his death only to fall apart literally right in front of them, which is one of the motivators for F!Alear's fear of corrupted. This is also a parallel to when Veyle sees F!Alear die to protect her from Sombron. Veyle has seen this happen before (but with a divine dragon, one of Lumera's biological family before they were all killed) and it breaks her.

This would

further blur the divine/ fell dragon separation - divine dragon killed M!Alear and was brought back (temporarily) by the power of love using a fell dragon power vs fell dragon killed F!Alear who was brought back (temporarily) with fell dragon power to try and help the people she loved, and then brought back (permanently) by the power of the emblems

add a mirroring cutscene for M!Alear where Alear dies, causing the Sombron death of F!Alear to be a horrible parallel and give an heir of inevitability to the death of them both

add more reason for Veyle's hatred of fell powers (she views the fact she brought him back for a moment as prolonging her brothers suffering)

add another reason for F!Alear's fear of corrupted

And I suppose if you wanted to have a happy(ish) ending, maybe when the Emblems save F!Alear, they help revive her twin brother, who becomes the emblem, so therefore F!Alear can have a body and there can still be an Alear emblem but without making the emblem stuff make even less sense.

plus Veyle would get scary dog privileges:

3: the Xeno-Alear idea that @doodlesandbooks came up with

honestly I just love this idea, and adorable zombie M!Alear bonding with his sisters is just the cutest thing ever. Like who would not want an adorable zombie alear? Can you imagine Xeno-M!Alear zombie on the battlefield with Veyle and F!Alear. They would have such adorable dialogue when it comes to joint attacks or engaging with Alear's ring.

[aprincessnotaqueen]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love🫶🏻 😘🩵

EDIT: I just realised TIWWF is NOT Duncney it’s Gwourtney, I apologise for my lies 😂

This is really making me think hard about the stories I've written 😂

Basing this on completed stories only, and in no particular order, and ofc all Duncney fics.

This is Why We Fight (Zombie AU)

FFN / AO3

This was my NaNo 2013 winner. I was so proud of myself for completing it.

Chasing The Skyline (Long distance AU)

FFN

This was my NaNo 2014 winner. I didn't think I'd be able to do it 2 years in a row while working a full-time job but I surprised myself.

The Duncney Fanclub (Famous au, fake dating au)

FFN

This is a guilty pleasure fic for me. I wrote this for me, myself and I, but decided it was worth sharing. It makes me smile so stupidly every time I think of it.

See You On The Battlefield (Real Steel AU, robot fight club)

FFN

I always think of AUs for every movie I watch but I never get around to actually writing them. Real Steel is one of my favourite films ever and I managed to give it a little personal twist.

to end up with you (reuniting after years apart)

FFN / AO3

This was my first fic in over 3 years. I never thought I would write again, but I'm so proud of myself for pushing through and creating something beautiful.

[inun4ki]

死/// Wishlist.!!

✾ It be like what it do

my bread and butter rn: a secret, hidden relationship. i just love the idea of keeping a desperately close-knit relationship tightly under wraps, fumbling the bag, and that information very much being used against Muses A & B. there's nothing like having something you were secure in knowing was safe being exploited, or one or both of the muses going batshit feral to protect each other.

a tag-along for the gory hayride that is kaede's Inunaki Arc. largely for the deepening of an existing relationship, something that bridges that last gap between them. perhaps some tragedies could be avoided 👀

no lie, i really actually want a 'verse' where kaede gets involved with the main storyline. not sure where he'd fit in, but i think it would be neat to explore

dates. silly, cute dates. dates that go horribly wrong. dates that end unsatisfactorily. dates that end Fabulously. dates that end in hot and heavy moments. dates to the aquarium, music hall, amusement park. fancy restuarant dates. getting stuck in the rain and not actually getting to go on the date dates. swooning inside the 7/11 by the crab display dates. stargazing, beach days, showing off like gomez and morticia dates. dates.

any scenario in which we can make our muses suffer unfathomably horrible bs and commiserate in the aftermath. tragedy, angst, and more tragedy & angst. with a dash of blood, guts, and gore. and crying.

kisses on scars. that's it, that's the whole idea.

dark high fantasy au

honestly? zombie apocalypse au. i don't care if it's corny and overused. i have a whole world for this already. it would be fun and angsty, if a little annoying because kaede didn't talk much if at all here and he was kind of super aggressive haha

musician au. band au.

plain jane can't do shit au (no abilities, just some guy)

in verses past, he was a researcher (botany and virology). it'd be pretty cool to have him study cursed objects, anomalies, and other such cursed phenomenon, instead of...yknow. effectively killing himself every day on the battlefield. he can worry about everyone from the sidelines for once !

any thread where he gets to introduce someone to his cat, muushi

a walk with someone through his hydrangea garden

more boba sharing. it's adorable and i think it's a great way to get him to be more comfortable around other people (i didn't expect this, but it's very nice actually, and i have a mighty need). besides he is just so generous, bristly as he is - let him share and spoil !

[theoutlawfaleena]

Hey there! 👋 Not sure if this account is still used by you 🥹 but I wanna share some brainrot anyway. 😊

I dislike how COD manages to rot my brain every few months 🙄 and is then not quiet, but silent for another few months 😶‍🌫️ so I apologise for being here and not being here sometimes. 🫠👍

By the way, this brainrot is a mix of tiktok headcanons and my own. 🤝

Alright; I was thinking a bit about König in the past week. 🥰 Yk, think of him as a character that isn't an infant that constantly needs help. 🤠 So, what's the opposite of a school kid? You guessed it, a murderer! 😌

Now before you think: "Zombie-Anon, what the fuck are you talking about??" 😳 Let me arrange the rest of the pictures. 😉e

In König's backstory, bullying plays quite a big role 😤 and I think he joined the military at the age of 17 (either canonically of some other tumbler theorised that) which ain't common in Austria. 🇦🇹⛰️🍻

So... what if the bullying got so bad 😟 that he snapped one day and either did kill one bully or simply attempted to do it. 🫢

Now, based on what my sister just told me, this would result in teenjail, some massive amount of rehabiliation and therapy and probably no entry into the military... 😬 but since this is Call of Duty I'm gonna ignore that. 😎

Or if we do want to stay realistic, 🤔😥 König 100% has murderous thoughts. Stop supervising him and he'll strike at whoever he's mad at. 🤩 This man is filled with rage, murder, metal and the ability to kill casually. 👍

And since it has been some time, I have fully stopped working on my Zombie-AU simply because I've got no motivation for that anymore. 🥲 Instead I've been reworking a COD OC of mine, whose really slaying now 😏 and I have no idea how I was able to create the thing I made at the very beginning?? She was bland, had an uninteresting backstory and no spice whatsoever. 😒 I also created an OC that's like, sort of the opposite of her snd he slays a lot as well. 😌

I love traumatised characters, they're my favourite flavour.

Signing off, Zombie-Anon. 🧟💛

oh my gosh. zombie anon. i'm so happy to hear from u 🥺 u and i both are just going thru phases of falling off the face of the earth i fear 😭 i do still pop in on this acc from time to time but life has been life-ing and i haven't been able to write or do anything with it in a rlly long time 🥺 and every time i do get motivation i fear the hype has since passed on, so i just kinda pop in and check every now and then and then skedaddle 😔

listen 😳 u know how much i love unhinged könig,, i 100% think he has some pent up rage from his youth and mayhaps it manifests in some battlefield behaviors 🫶🏻 he absolutely has the capacity to snap necks on a whim and u know what?? i support his rights and his wrongs.

i would be lying if i said i'm not mourning the zombie au rn 💔💔 but i totally understand losing motivation for something and moving on to better things. never lose ur creativity. i'm excited to see what else u have to share 🫶🏻

[limetimo]

RAB fics I read (22-30 Jan)

Hero of the Story by kimmy_writes (WickedlyAwesomeMe), WickedlyAwesomeMe the canon war goes worse than in canon and bam wham, Hermione drinks a potion that yeets her in a different reality. Say hello to Hermione Pettigrew! I really like this one, I'm on a re-read actually

Beholden by orphan_account JAmes and Regulus are friends with benefits..... until James can't take it anymore. smut

Cotton by orphan_account  Jegulus smut, fun and sweet

Compelled by orphan_account James' slow realisation of "Uh oh I'm gay for my best friend's no longer estranged brother and he's flirting with me???" It has a nice atmosphere and good flow, smut at the end

Brotherhood by Necessity I like this! James kinda sorta accidentally kidnaps Regulus off the battlefield, but Regulus also hit his head so he's not really sure what and why is he fighting for. James and Lily decided to de-radicalise him with kindness and keep him hiding with them. Sirius is sus, and Peter is... well, it's not a spoiler to say that Peter is a traitor.

The Serpent's Tongue by Equinesandcanines Sirius is in Slytherin but still best friends with James and Peter, and has massive, funny beef with Ravenclaw!Remus but they are willing to be civil for Regulus (who is bullied by Avery). Also Walburga sucks

Like Real People Do by Arins_Writings Regulus survives the cave but doesn't manage to do much about the Horcruxes; so when Voldy is 'killed' by the Potters he hits up Dumbledore, who tells him there's this brand new funky prophecy that suggest he (Regulus) should time travel and work with "a martyr" (James) to find the horcruxes and end Voldemort before too many people die. Regulus isn't happy about it but he's doing it. LOVE Regulus being older than Sirius via time travel shenanigans.

A Kinder World abso-fucken-lutely BANGER of a universe; Regulus almost singlehandedly ends Voldemort, the Potters and the Longbottoms are saved, Sirius only spends about a month or two in the Azkaban and they all (lily james sirius remus and regulus) live in a polycule for a really long while. The second work deals with Regulus' eating disorder that almost killed him in his fifth year and the slide to joining Death Eaters; and the third work in the series is in golden trio era when McGonagall asks Regulus to become a DADA professor (that's still a WIP).

Blood and Water by euphorial_docx Last Of Us AU! Regulus is immune to zombie bites and James is escorting him across the country to a research facility. You don't need to know the game or the series to enjoy it, and it is indeed very enjoyable!

Tale As Old As Time by xojosten Regulus is stressed, James is nosey, and uh oh they accidentally time travelled to 1997 (the make-up eight year for Harry). I'm loving it so far, definitely love the concept, and the writing is so good!

a footnote will do. by Sleepisoverrated10 Jegulus finally comes out as dating, but... for some reason, Regulus is pulling away. James is determined to use Communication. It's super effective! Also love Barty and Evan immediately going "dump him" when James mentions the relationship trouble to them

The stranger you recognise by Necessity wolfstar modern au, regulus has a tiny little sublot and appearance but it's a texting fic between Remus and Sirius

Le Graal (my eternal love) by Icarus_Lokean after the Prank Remus is very upset with Sirius and ends up getting adopted by the younger Black's friend group. slowburn Regulus/Remus

The Missing Link by Keysie ♥♥♥♥♥ post-war recovery, domestic fluff and Jegulus slowburn-turned-quickburn they really hit it of far quicker than planned or expected.

Grimmauld's Home for Unsafe Learners by averea Regulus survives the war, becomes the most popular teacher of Hogwarts, and transforms Grimmauld Place into a house for abused children. Meanwhile he knows that Voldemort is coming back, and he is super ready to stab that bitch in the face. I'm loving it!

to the dark lord by justwhatialwayswanted not joining Voldemort or joining Dumbledore, but a third, secret option (starting one's own side of war that'll swoop in after the other two sides exhaust themselves and gets the cream (cream = blood equality and legal Dark Arts practices))

Black Blood by Serpenscript read the tags; Sirius brings Regulus a "present" aka his extremely mistreated sex-slave, Severus Snape

Snuggles With Snuffles by FeistyAster, just_a_whorecrux Regulus has nightmares, Sirius and Padfoot hears and comforts him, something something they have sex (not in dog form)

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? by georgia_sk Regulus singlehandedly murdered Voldemort and he will do the same to Dumbledore if the old man doesn't stop sticking his twice-broken nose in Regulus' life. Jegulus... slowburn? I don't think it qualifies as slowburn tbh. Lots of blood and badassery

Wedding Crashers by Infinitewolfstar, Siriuslymoonyprongs JAmes and REgulus used to date but Regulus broke them up because he needed to sort things out with his mafia family before he could run away to the gay sunset; but then he saw JAmes with Lily and was like welp I guess I'm going to stay slave to my fam and marry a girl i hate. But SURPRISE SURPRISE James Sirius Peter and Remus crash his wedding! So now they're running away from the upset mafia, Remus is shot, Peter is missing (for now), Lily and HArry are probably kidnapped, and James and Regulus sort out some misuderstandings

Mark of the Beast by disillusionist9  I will never get over cyborg Ginny working with assassin Regulus

True Form by TheLoud this is not a Regulus fic but it fucked me UP in ways nothing had in a long time. Or, Ginny finds a stray black dog and keeps it.

[trashideas]

Diluc/Childe

TW: Blood and gore, limbs get a little broken, suicidal idealisation because “uh oh, I'm a zombie and I don't want to kill my loved ones”

Zombie apocalypse AU where Childe gets bit and he immediately hides from everyone.

He figures that he is going to die. One horrible thing about zombies is that they retain their combat abilities from their life. So Childe knew. He just knew that his zombie self would cause chaos. He doesn't want that. He doesn't have time to leave a note. They were in the middle of an open battlefield and Childe didn't know how long he had before he would fully turn.

He could already feel an itchiness in his mind. Something that could not be scratched.

He ran as far as he could as fast as he could. Zombies didn't stop to go after him. So he did what any sane person would do and slaughtered them as he went by. Even while killing his own kind, they didn't go after him. Childe essentially had invincibility. He would use it wisely before time was up.

He figured that once the insanity turned onto other things, he would cut off his legs and break his arms. At least then he would not be able to hurt anybody.

That time did not come.

Zombies we're creatures that didn't sleep. But they didn't have an infinite amount of energy. Zombies rose with the sun and fell by the moon. The reason was because the moon didn't provide enough energy like the sun did. Humans give no nutritional value. However, other animals do. And with the power of eating things that wasn't his own species, Childe was free to kill as many undead as he could.

Hordes of zombies were slaughtered within days.

The resistance was terrified. They had lost one of their best fighters... But the hordes of zombies were draining faster than they could gather intel. They found battlefields filled with hundreds of zombie corpses but never any non-turned.

Many people of the resistance have some sort of animal companion that can either carry a person or a letter to other branches of the resistance. To many, it's a horse or dog, in some rare cases- a bird. Childe’s familiar was a fox. These animals aren't spiritually connected to a human in any way; they are just simply animals who favor the help of humans. Childe’s fox liked only a few people. With the disappearance of Childe, came the disappearance of his fox as well.

Until one day it came back to the resistance with a note tied around it's neck.

“A few weeks ago I was bitten by a zombie during the battle to retake Liyue Harbor. I fled in hopes that I would not be able to harm any of our own. On my way out, I found that the zombies will not attack me.

Before my death, I want to help create a world where we can one day be safe. I feel the effects on my mind. I will not be returning. However, I will do my best to assist you on the battle front.

Please send with Shore the locations of the hordes that need dispensing with at once. I do not know how much longer I will last.

I will send updates every other day via Diluc’s falcons. Allow one to follow Shore.

Do not send people.

Please.”

The resistance compiles a list of places where there are many zombies. One of these places being the city of Mondstadt.

Childe sends a letter detailing that he will be heading to Mondstadt and to recall anyone in that area back to base. They comply... to an extent. Diluc doesn't listen to commands and heads to watch his overrun city. He watches Childe approach. Diluc watches as Childe dispatches of all zombies. Childe hunts them down with a mechanical efficiency and speed. A city that would've taken nearly the entire resistance to reclaim... is reclaimed by a single man. To Diluc, it looks as though Childe still has full control over himself.

Diluc has greatly missed the other and goes to confront him while he leaves the gates of the city. Once Childe spots him, he summons his water blades, but he doesn't turn them against Diluc. Instead, Childe quickly breaks the shin of one of his legs. Before Childe can break the other, Diluc is on him, fighting away his weapon.

Childe is crying.

“Why? Why didn't you just-”

Diluc is also crying.

“You're such an idiot!”

Diluc refuses to kill Childe. He refuses to mutilate him further too.

Diluc has to restrain Childe by binding his legs and arms so that he doesn't further injure himself. To both of their surprise, Childe’s symptoms of turning are not progressing. In fact, Childe should've fully turned many days ago.

....

“Just promise me one thing.”

“What is it?”

“If I show any signs of turning. Cut off my legs and arms and kill me.”

Diluc grimaced.

“Promise me. Or I'll bite my tongue off here and now and you'll deal with the consequences of whatever demon I’ll be.”

“You wouldn't do that.”

“Do you know that? I'm not who I was. I'm a monster.”

....

Childe’s condition does change. His bloodlust grows rapidly. Tartaglia’s name on the battlefield was already well known for his lust for battle. But this... This wasn't just lust. This was a hunger for a bloody fight and Ajax was a starving man.

During the night, Childe escapes his bindings. Diluc is sleeping at the time and Childe is so quiet with his escape that he didn't wake up.

[ironfey-42]

I Have Looked at You in Millions of Ways and I Have Loved You in Each

This is for my secret Santa, @szaleksandra ! I decided to make you both a playlist and an edit cuz I was making the playlist and I thought that it looked bare without the edit.

The link is at the bottom of this post.

This is a soulmate AU where fate has bound Tony and Stephen together, but fate has also made it so that many events are trying/keeping them apart. Tony and Stephen overcome what fate has forced them to experience. This playlist is full of songs where fate has placed them in many AUs, separating them. Tony and Stephen keep getting together but are always pulled apart. There are moments in these AUs where there’s soft fluff. The final AU is in MCU post-IW/Endgame, where fate allows them to finally have their happy ending. You get to decide what the AUs are based on the songs.

Unbridled by Chasing Lovely

Home (feat. Casey Lee Williams) by Jeff Williams

Slow Dance by Chasing Lovely

To Be Human by Sia Wonder Woman AU

Battlefield by Jordin Sparks

The Story by Brandi Carlile

Unstoppable by The Score

To Love You More by Glee Cast

Climb Every Mountain by Jordan Smith

All I Want by Kina Grannis

Wave of Hope (from I am Setsuna) by Moises Nieto

Someday by Milo Manheim and Meg Donnelly, Zombie AU

Take A Hint by Victorious Cast, People Keep Setting Them Up with Other People and Not Each Other AU

Champion by Fall Out Boy

Run to You by Pentatonix

Homeward Bound by Peter Hollens

Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

We’ll Meet Again by Vera Lynn

Cupid - Acoustic Version by Girl’s Day English Translation

Meet Me on the Battlefield by Svrcina

Every Time We Touch by Cascada

How Does A Moment Last Forever by Celine Dion

Loving You Keeps Me Alive by Thomas Borchert, Dracula the Musical AU

The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy

You Are My Sunshine by Moira Dela Torre

I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry

Lucid Dream by Monogram English Translation

Marry Me by Venus and the Moon

I Will Spend My Whole Life Loving You by Imaginary Future and Kina Grannis

How Long Will I Love You by Ellie Goulding

You & I by One Direction

Coming Home by Seven Lions and Mike Mains

The Light by Roanoke

I Was Born to Love Her by Ivan & Alyosha

Tip of My Tongue by The Civil Wars

Marry Me by Train

SPOTIFY