#endure and survive – apocalypse au.

[tennesseewynter]

[bloodhxney]

tag drop: alice lee ashford- apocalypse au

[hcneymooners]

⋆ and i came looking for you.

synopsis: knight!f!characters x fem!reader. men & minors dni.

characters: ambessa, sevika, vi, abby anderson, ellie williams, grayson. 

cw: apocalypse au!, princess!reader, older woman/younger woman, age difference, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, reunion sex, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, obsession, pining, forbidden love, protective!reader, protective!knight!characters, vague fantasy nonsense, devotion. this is a drabble.

notes: trying something new. let me know what you think. also i full on was inspired by @s-4pphics + her incredible arranged marriage ellie piece. my head was spinning for hours after reading it. i lowkey am dreaming of it.

the world descends into apocalypse on a sunday morning. you were with her when it happened, laughing with your head tipped back, your eyes crinkling into a scatter of lines. she doesn’t remember what you were saying—if it was a joke, a story, or some terrible card game she kept letting you win.

all she remembers is the wall exploding, a bright flash of white, then red. blood seeping through cracks like light. your scream as the floor fell, the sound of her ribs snapping like children’s bones as she flung herself toward you—only to miss your hand by inches. the castle crumbled, and you were torn away.

a bioweapon, someone at a makeshift shelter tells her later. all she knows is this: she must get back to you.

the world is a wasteland now, and her princess is without her protection. it’s not that you can’t protect yourself—it’s that she is nothing without protecting you.

the shelter is crowded with weeping and the shaky scaffolding of survival. most stare out of the tents with a distant gaze that she understands all too well. she spends her nights clawing through maps and fragments of rumors, breasts heaving against the thin cotton of her nightshirt as she attempts to plot a way back to you. if you are still—no. 

you must be.

they will not let her leave. they speak of safety, of waiting. but she dreams of you. you, in your sheer shift, soft breasts rising and falling with your breath. you, your pouted mouth trembling as you cry, your heavy hips. you, shaking in the throes of nightmares she longs to dispel. and now! look! there she is in this lavish dream.

she dreams of holding your hand, of your body yielding to her touch. of your lips, wet and pliant against hers in a kiss she swore never to speak of again, though now she wishes she had. there you are—the two of you together pressed tightly as you writhe and twist against her fingers her mouth her—

she wakes screaming, the sound feral and raw. she cannot find you. she doesn’t know if you are safe. she begs the gods for mercy, for time, for you to understand why she is late.

they will not let her leave, so she practices for the leaving. she holds water in her mouth until her throat spasms and she spits it up, thick with bile. she practices not breathing. she is preparing her body to endure, for you.

one night, she slips into the lake. the water is black, the moon fractured across its surface. she swims across borders, feet blistered and bloody as she crosses moors and barren landscapes. the world is broken, but her princess is wandering somewhere within it. she hears the wail of a dragon, sees the light of the world’s final stars. your name becomes her mantra, whispered like a prayer. like a long, dizzying spell. 

the nights are long and sharp-edged, predators stalking her shadow. her sword is strapped against her, the weight echoing the feel of your body on her back though it is devoid of your warmth. devoid of the undoing vibration of your laugh.

the woods now. by day, she climbs hills and twists through ancient roots. she remembers your veins, fine as threads beneath your skin, when you were upset with her. sometimes they would just out like birds, overextended. your mouth sharp, your words sharper, but she would press you to her lap and hold you until you softened. she would kiss you until you melted into her arms, your anger spilling away like water over stone.

when she lay with you, it was much like breaking into the earth’s molten core. you were so warm, so forgiving. she remembers your cries, high and breathless, as she brought you to your peak with her hands, her mouth, with toys she had never known before you.

her head swims now, fevered and blurred. she cannot stop. she feels you, a buzzing in her chest. your life runs through her, like a tunnel of bees. they are buzzing, they are a beating against her brain. 

you are close; she knows this. she does not know what is real now, what is simply her hallucinations attempting to keep her comfort. she woke with her lips pressed to the gnarled bark of a tree, believing it to be your skin. she wept in her solitude.

but there—a cave. she digs and claws at its walls, sobbing when nothing yields. she considers the blade at her side, the gods above, but the buzzing grows louder. you are here. you must be. please let her in please let her please let her in please let her in.

she carves through stone with her grief, and the wall finally gives way. a boulder shifts, light spills through, and she stumbles into your sanctuary.

she drags her body through. closes the mechanism because she is respectful of you always. she sees runes glowing upon it, and understands that it is both the gods that have admitted her and prevented her from finding you. she is angry. she lets it go.

the cave is alive. a meadow unfurls before her, wild and endless beneath a fractured sky. lightning laces the clouds, but you have never feared storms. not fire, not water, not the end of the world. you refuse to bend. she hears the splash of water, and she is running again, faster than she thought possible.

she jolts forward, a broken toy with a rusted weapon and almost tumbles down the grass. she is running. she is running. her heart plods along like a horse, her breath comes quickly and harshly. 

she runs until she is at the face of your cottage. it is beautiful, it is of stone. it is glowing with a thousand stars or maybe this is her hallucinations again (it is not.) she is hungry, but she must consume you before food sullies her body. 

she stumbles to the back of the house and finds wild dogs cavorting, sees an empty chair. she keeps running, faster now. she knows you are there. 

the lake is green and blue and true, and there you are, standing at its center. your hair is braided—she smiles despite herself, remembering how much you hated the task. your body glistens with water, bare and radiant. your nipples hard and pointed from the cold. she calls your name. your neck almost snaps as you look for her, hands trembling and half-raised.

silence. you see her and she sees you and you, in your softness, begin to cry. you are floundering, attempting to come to her but she is still running. toward you now. toward you.

she is running, shedding her sword, her shirt, her past. she dives into the water, her body cutting through it like a blade. the sword sinks into the shallow beginnings of the lake and clatters against the rocks. she too, is now bare, body older and scarred, and the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. she dives, disappears which distresses you, and then comes up for air as she arcs through the water like a serpent of a myth. 

her hair is wet and slick against her forehead. you laugh, a wet warbling thing, and clap your hands over your mouth neck body. you need to touch her. 

you collide beneath the surface, chest to spine, limbs tangled.  the two of you are all twisted. when you break through, gasping, your hands find her face. her arms wrap around your thighs, lifting you from the water as her mouth claims yours. you taste salt and earth and honey, the residue of her journey.

you kiss her and kiss her and she is kissing you. she is holding you. she pulls way only to capture your mouth again, her tongue almost brutish as it bullies its way inside you. her hands dip beneath the water to cup your cunt. you are so wet and you cannot tell if it is all because of the water but you know all of it is because of her.

princess, she murmurs against your lips, her voice trembling with reverence.

her fingers slip inside, fucking you viciously. she is desperate to relearn, to feel you fall apart. your mouth is open, but there is no noise. you can hear birds shrieking, singing. maybe there is noise; maybe you are what you are hearing.

princess, she rumbles against you. princess. she keeps her rhythm, bounces you until your cunt is spasming and you melt against her—into her. you are crying and you feel good and beautiful and good. her name spills from your mouth as she milks you—relentlessly.

and you want to touch her too so you pull her from the water and push her onto shore. you spread her legs, thick and large, and lap at her cunt. she is pink inside, like turkish delight, but doubly sweeter.

her musk lures you in, and you suck, holding her to your mouth even though she snaps and shudders and cries. eventually, the pleasure becomes pain, so you release her, her juices slinking along your chin and collar bones.

you look wild; you look like a diety unknown. she is here with you, she has done it. she has held to her vow of protection—of following you for eternity. the foliage around her seems to surge and she cries anew, her grief and satisfaction coalescing into one bright burning star. you lay against her, feel your hearts exchange places. they crawl inside one another’s bodies, wet and red. 

princess, she croaks wetly.

you raise yourself, hover above her. your hair is loose; it hangs over her face. it blocks the sky; you are now her sun. as always. as was meant to be.

princess, she repeats. princess.

your mouth opens, your teeth gleam. you are smiling. this is real life. you are smiling. you are speaking. from your plush lips come the divine words, 

my knight. 

© hcneymooners.

[bridenore]

HD fic recs - disability (physical) / illness

Here are a few drarry fic recs where either Harry or Draco is suffering from a physical disability or an illness, whether it is permanent or temporary. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl [114k]

Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

All the Ashes Like Leaves by @firethesound [21k]

Nothing about being the Chosen One had prepared Harry for this. With most of the population blinded and man-eating plants running amok, he can only stay close to his friends as they make their way to safety. Not that he’d call Malfoy a friend, but the end of the world does rather make their ongoing feud seem trivial. And it just figures that it took nothing short of an apocalypse to make Malfoy seem like less of a git.

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 [91k]

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

Beds, Knobs, and Broomsticks by @fencer-x​ [46k]

A long-term mission to the Baltics that will take him far away from London sounds like the perfect time to cash in the embarrassing ‘Butler in the Buff’ coupon Harry received as a birthday gag gift—until Harry winds up injured in the field and sent home to recover three days into the mission, obliging him to endure one full month of inappropriate attentions from horny housekeeper Draco Malfoy.

Double Edged Sword by @romaine2424  [554k]

Harry thinks his life has been planned out, but the night he comes of age changes everything.  Now there are decisions to be made and a path to be chosen, and the choices before him will change the lives of everyone he knows.  But when destiny calls, Harry finds himself ready to listen. This is an epic story of the love between Harry and Draco.  Join them as they journey through their life together, through the good times and the bad, facing obstacles both external and internal, and see how they come to be who they were meant to be.

fly like paper, high like planes by @harryromper [47k]

Harry Potter, Head Coach of the Appleby Arrows, is very content leading a quiet life. He has a doddery old house-elf who makes his breakfast, a team of players who love Quidditch almost as much as he does, and a Kneazle that curls against his damaged leg at the foot of his bed at night. The absolute last thing he needs is a fit, tattooed, and wildly talented Draco Malfoy back from living his life on the margins. Soon he’s dealing with goblins for the first time since the war, traveling to Prague, eating dodgy squid, and maybe, just maybe, accepting that Quidditch, Malfoy, and even Harry himself are still capable of change.

A Fruit Tree in Winter by bryoneybrynn [29k]

After failing in his task of killing Dumbledore, life doesn’t go as Draco expected. Sometimes just surviving takes everything you’ve got. And sometimes healing is something you can’t do alone. Story goes AU/AR from the end of Half-Blood Prince.

Hades Paradox by @romaine2424 [32k]

For reasons unknown to most, Draco Malfoy came to Hogwarts soon after the battle and for five years had never left its premises. Auror Harry Potter comes to Hogwarts to deal with his psychological daemons, but soon realises Professor Draco Malfoy has his own magical and physical daemons to deal with. However, much to Harry’s surprise, Draco is coping well with help from the person Harry aspires to be.

The Homecoming of Harry Potter by @vaysh11 [5k]

Harry Potter returns to Britain after four years of exile. He is accompanied by his lover and friend, the young man who brought down Voldemort.

I dream of you, to wake by @harryromper [13k]

“Typically coma patients are made comfortable and left to regain consciousness in their own time,“ Draco points out carefully.  “Typically, yes. But when has anything about Harry been typical.” Hermione sighs, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. “The Healer-in-Charge has consulted with experts at all the major wizarding hospitals. They all agree. Whatever’s happening inside of Harry’s head right now is killing him.” Draco Malfoy is a world-renowned dream-walker, and he may be Harry Potter’s only hope.

Kaleidoscope by Saras_Girl [104k]

If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything.

Match Fit by  @ravenclawsquill  [25k]

After picking up a groin injury just two weeks before the Quidditch World Cup Final, star Seeker Harry Potter reluctantly agrees to seek help from world-renowned Magi-Physiotherapist, Draco Malfoy. Cue sexual tension, naked sports massages, inappropriate erections and a healthy dose of acid-green lycra.

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by @lordhellebore [82k]

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Oh, Sinnerman by @lou-isfake and @babooshkart [40k]

“I’m serious, Potter,” Malfoy said quietly. “That was some real bad luck you had, being there last night. They will come after you, and they will kill you—after torturing you for information on my whereabouts.” He pocketed Harry’s wand, but held on to his knife, twirling it between his fingers. Harry was distracted by its movement, the reflections of the bright, dawning sun on polished silver. “I’m not happy about it, either, but you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.”   He watched Malfoy’s face for a long time, in a staring contest he wasn’t sure he’d signed up for. Stuck with Malfoy, for the foreseeable future, on the run from a massive crime syndicate that had infiltrated the Ministry and was out for their blood.  It was all very familiar, except for the Malfoy part.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier [33k]

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

Per Solum Lacuna: By Words Alone by Azhure [560k]

A set of enchanted journals bring solace to two very unlikely lost   souls. Whoever said the art of penmanship was lost? This is a wizarding twist on the old fashioned art of correspondence (or the modern art of Internet chatting). What will happen when the mystery writers finally   discover the identity of their counterpart? Join this star crossed pair as they obliviously chat to each other; along the way learning about   life and love. Find out what will happen when their own voyages of self discovery lead them to the most unlikely of places. This is eventual   HP/DM, but other pairings for the protagonists along their journey.

Renaissance by @dysonrules [33k]

Harry awakens after a long sleep to find things terribly changed. He’s not in an alternate universe… it just seems like it.

Turn by Saras_Girl [306k]

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Unkissed Kisses and Songs Never Sung by @femmequixotic [12k]

I sit silently in the shadows, staring at the tiny, pulsing ball of light that tells me my Harry’s still alive.

Vale Sanare by RurouniHime [23k]

Draco’s world gains a new component, just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[decimal86]

New AU concept: Felltopia.

The idea is simple: The Failfleet Miis lost the fight against the Darkest Lord in the finale, leading to a darker story for The Incident and the overall storyline. Now, the fate of the universe lays in the hands of an even more dysfunctional group of adventurers brought together by demon looking to take back the power that was his.

Orion - a haunted suit of armor grown over by vines and weathered from the elements. Once donned by a member of the Greenhorne guard, only his daughter knows of its true nature. After eventually finding peace, flowers bloomed through the cracks in its helmet. A being of few words, but protective until the end.

Friend - a fallen angel whose voice was sealed away by a malicious force, twisting their power to for its own use and silencing it with a permanent smile of false serenity. But the forces of righteousness may still be able to have their victory...

Shrimp - a young siren deemed as a monstrosity by the citizens of a coastal village and a failure by her species—specifically, for having a scream capable of shattering glass. After being cast out by both humans and merfolk alike, she's been on the run, resorting to scavenging and vowing never to sing her melodies again.

Erica - a now-disgraced undead cleric who shed her robes after being unable to save her kingdom. A living corpse contained in the armor of a fallen knight, both her mind and body alike gave up on the idea of healing. The wounds of the past only remind her of what could have gone right, leaving her bitter and untrusting of any potential allies.

Chi - an alchemist gone mad from the loss of her partner in crime, she torched almost anything in her path in honor of her old companion. Impulsive and manic, but a trace of stifled innocence and longing for a new start are still left through the ashes.

Failboat - a once-optimistic and confident team captain, he left the world after losing a battle against the gods ages ago. Now elusively hiding away in the sand dunes of Neksdor, he survives only by the power of a broken artifact... which was crudely shoved into the paws of a lynx costume. While a part of him stays desperate to atone for his mistakes, it's drowned out by the memories of those he led astray.

Bo - hailing from an aristocratic family that's fallen on hard times, she's the sole undead among a small army of ghostly servants. Starved for love and nutrients alike, plus on the verge of a breakdown nearly every waking moment. Given a vampiric curse for not surrendering to the Dark Lord, the rest of her family disappeared from the public shortly after. Why? Only Bo knows, and she's not willing to talk about it.

Chat - an amalgamation of discarded facial features considered too unruly to bring life into any monsters. Now inhabiting an obsolete piece of battle machinery, the animalistic cries from victims of every corner of the globe can just barely be heard over each other. The only company they've had is themselves.

Big Bill - a witch doctor for an endangered avian race, he made a vow to aid anyone working to stop the new apocalypse in hopes of finding the resources to heal his people. The rise of the New Dark Lord unleashed a plethora of dangerous plagues, but he's endured plenty already.

Mar - the stoic, yet unhinged head of the rebellion against the new Dark Lord... and also the one one responsible for powering the one before it. Taking on the appearance of a middle-aged Italian chef, to him, destruction is merely a necessary ingredient in his recipe for vengeance. He'll get his title back through any means possible... but does that include showing kindness to his former enemies?

@rosetheocto helped with a lot of development for this AU, so big shout-out to her! I dunno what I'll do with this, but I can feel there's definitely potential. If anyone wants to make art for it, feel free to do so!

[your--isgayrights]

You have written at least 1 No Scenarios AU before, so what do you think would happen to ORV KDJ if the scenarios never happened? In your wall fic, KDJ gets a stable job and a still ongoing story about YJH but at around the same time in the novel KDJ is about to be unemployed while WOS is coming to a close. Do you think ORV KDJ would be able to find another job (maybe like in your wall fic) or stay in contact with YSA or be fine without WOS? I’ve seen others say that KDJ might contemplate suicide again, or that he would never come to terms with his mom and his past in a No-Scenario event. What are your thoughts on the possible differences between this KDJ and your wall fic’s KDJ?

Hmm that's a good question... I think most important to whether or not Kim Dokja contemplates suicide again is whether or not WoS ends in the same way it does in cannon and how he reacts to it without the scenarios. My feeling is that when Kim Dokja survives his first attempt, he goes online and searches something to the effect of 'How to survive in a ruined world' and stumbles across a page publishing WoS, and he follows it for all these years because he is still looking for an answer to that question. I think a lot of people can relate to that drive for media consumption that is like... 'please, I just want to feel different after this, I want this to mean something.' WoS is a story about what happens to a man forced to survive the apocalypse over 1800 times and this is analagous to KDJ who endures the sisyphusian burden of being a regular guy with no friends every goddamn day lol. KDJ has been waiting for WoS to tell him what it has all been for. An important part of WoS's construction is that HSY knew KDJ's future while writing it. In this way, WoS was like a promise to KDJ, 'please just keep living, we're coming soon, the people who love you will appear, please just wait for them a little longer..'

In a world where this future doesn't come to pass, the original ending of WoS would lose a lot of this meaning. we get a bit of a preview of this reality in the sort of... Oh... That's it? Moment KDJ has after reading 'the end' at the start of ORV and then there's his messages with the author. So with this as the starting point I will say I find it likely KDJ could work himself up to another attempt just based on the ending of 'surviving 1863 times was for nothing because reality is limited and there are no true heroes' bc his internal just like YJH moments would end up depressing like 'doing all this work for nothing in the end...' but like you say there's more fun options if you get our ORV ladies involved. For instance, I could see KDJ disbelieving the ending or wanting a better conclusion for YJH and messaging the author about such things. Imagine that as One True Author HSY is fading, 26(?) Yo HSY wakes up to see she has a weird alternate account she's typing on? What? And looking at her computer history she realizes she sleep wrote this novel? Wow her genius knows no bounds...

I think for an author like HSY, having a single dedicated reader to converse with who takes the story to be as important as it is in your head is a really big thing, and her popular web novels never have anything like that. So when she has this account that's this one way channel with KDJ she's like oh haha fuck this guy what a loser he likes this webnovel that doesn't even have a good ending like mine did... I could write so much better of an ending awake than I did asleep... So she starts writing extras at KDJ's behest. Except her style is totally different and very fanservicey, except she doesn't understand the fan she's serving very well yet?

On KDJ's end I think maybe YSA takes concern after he reveals he doesn't have a position lined up after his contract ends and starts sending him any and all opportunities she sees around. At first he awkwardly thanks her and doesn't pursue them right away, but while WoS is ongoing again in this weird new direction, he starts applying around. He either gets another office job or honestly I could see him working at a convenience store or something (maybe he has a system where if there's a fly in the store a certain bug net carrying kid can catch it for candy rewards...).

While HSY is writing WoS extras, KDJ is constantly complaining and it eventually shakes down to a long one on one conversation between the two of them about why WoS and it's ending matters so much to KDJ. He wants a happy ending that he can Believe, not just a 'happy ending' standard formula, because those exist for a different Type of person than YJH (KDJ) is. So HSY doggedly works at writing and revising it until KDJ could possibly be satisfied... But maybe comes to the conclusion that there's no way WoS could end and satisfy KDJ so they decide to write a sequel that only HSY snidely sees as a KDJ self insert fanfiction of the original work so HSY is writing RPF of random guy who read her sleep-wrote novel ending up in her sleep-wrote novel and that's ORV. I like to think that somehow ORV would become popular even though WoS itself would remain in obscurity like people would think it was made up just as the premise for ORV and not look for the actual novel lol. Then I think HSY and KDJ could be very Established online friends and maybe even meet up in person to talk shit. As for his mom, she'd get out of prison but I don't think she and KDJ would meet up again unless maybe HSY coached him or his mom reached out first. I have some more specific ideas about how it's going to go in Wall fic I wanna keep close to the belt for now.

But yeah without WoS or any of the IRLs' intervention, KDJ's story is def one of that passive suicidality that comes from not even being able to imagine a future worth surviving for. Without a driving motivation to keep living, KDJ becomes unemployed, food becomes scarce, he might drift through some systems for a bit before reaching the end. I don't know if he'd still take action himself, but he'd definitely be another person just sitting around waiting to die. Of course, even for such a person there are avenues to keep living. Like I said, low level job at a convenience store or something could be pretty okay. It's a close knit team with a small group of customers and he doesn't have to care too much about the job to get it done. He could do little niceties for people like he likes to do and just have it taken as good customer service. But he would still definitely be Waiting for whatever next thing would come along, be it a new novel or like a robber coming to kill him lol. I could imagine him getting held up and being like... Do it. Take the shot. I'm a 30 yo working at a convenience store do you think I have something to live for. And maybe he'd get promoted to manager.

[aziraphales-library]

hello lovelies! thank you for running this wonderful blog!

would you happen to have more "aziraphale is mean to/rejects crowley" fics? i've gone through all the ones in your masterpost. :)

(also, there is a disproportionate amount of "crowley is mean to/rejects aziraphale" fics and i have ocd)

thank you very much!! <3

Hi! You might be interest in some of the fics on our #arguing tag, so check those out. Here are more fics where Aziraphale rejects Crowley...

Bad Demon by CloudySonder (NR)

(set after the Apocalet’snot) Crowley, in a fit of drunkenness, confesses his feelings for Aziraphale. It doesn’t go down very well. In fact, it goes about as badly as it could’ve gone, and before Aziraphale could even try to process his (already given) response, Crowley is gone; vanished into thin air.

So, in a very Aziraphale-like manner, Aziraphale does nothing for a while, taking it all in.

And then he panics.

Ever Thought of Having Sex? by ANTHONYCOWWLEY (E)

Crowley hadn't exactly planned on going there, but he was so sloshed that it just sort of happened. He'd been curious, for centuries -- and the alcohol made the question seem like less of a thing than usual.....

Via Crucis by Nadzieja (E)

Crowley has been rejected by Aziraphale, the only person he's ever loved. Again. But he can't really blame his angel for not breaking his clerical vows. He knows how difficult it is to leave the Catholic church and priesthood behind. He's done it himself. Now he's just trying to survive.

[A Priest AU, with a lot of angst and a happy ending.]

Definitions of Love by organizechaos (T)

Aziraphale thinks that all the abuse and trauma he endured in heaven is ‘love’. After being freed after the apocalypse, the angel is beyond happy. He wants nothing more than to spend eternity with Crowley but the demon is ready to put a name to their feelings. They both know that they care for each other deeply and when Crowley finally has the courage to put it in words (‘I love you’), it sends Aziraphale spiraling into believing Crowley will start treating him like heaven did.

"We- we don't have to pretend anymore.” Crowley stuttered out, golden eyes looking frantically about the angel. His sunglasses were clutched tightly in the palm of his hand, “The apocalypse is over, it has been for years. Can't we- can't we say it now?" his voice wavered only slightly.

"I don't love you, Crowley." Aziraphale emphasized each word to better help the demon understand. He had never truly loved something in all his years of existence, he didn’t think he was capable. To love another being — especially Crowley...

"I could never love you."

Crowley and His Army of Grandmothers by burnt_oranges (NR)

Crowley had impulsively stopped by Artisan Du Chocolate, the next place on Aziraphale’s meticulously ordered list of chocolatiers to sample, and now Crowley wonders--is it too much? He had bought a hundred fucking pounds’ worth of chocolate, of course it’s too much, but would Aziraphale notice that it was too much?

That is the question.

Warmth by indigo (E)

Friends with benefits really had to be the very best solution there was for any self-respecting immortal being on Earth. Handy. Convenient. The perfect way to de-stress with none of the hassle of trying to find a human willing to overlook the more demonic parts of appearance. It was reliable. Comforting even. Dependable, emotionless relief.

Perfect, Crowley thought.

Right up until the point when, well, it wasn’t.

- Mod D

[idontknowmyownmind]

OG!Cale and OG!KRS AU

Note: I read a fanfiction some time ago about baby Roksoo dimension hopping into TBOAH and founded by Cale who's in his early rebelious stage and got this idea. I miss writing about my babies, I don't have any ideas so I'm happy I got one lol

So, rather than KRS, it's Cale who is dimension hopping.

The different is, it's only his soul who got transfered and inhabitate a body that already born and exist in that world.

The concept is similar to Lookism, one body will unconcious when the other awake.

The first occurance was when he was 8, few months after his mother's death.

He thought it was a dream, a realistic one but still a dream, so he doesn't really felt scared with the modern world.

But as it keep happening and it's as if the event that already happened influence the next 'dream', he started to doubt that it is a dream.

Cale is a smart and adaptable kid by nature so it's not that long for him to adapt, even with much struggle, it helps when there is no language barrier because somehow when he is in his second body he understand Korean.

It happens randomly, sometimes Cale will transfered when he just want a nap but not when he sleep.

The time difference between the two world is one day on earth equal one hour on his original world.

He figure out how the hopping works when he was 13, so now he can hopping as he please.

Cale feels his hands full since he was 10 because he has three dongsaeng to take care.

Yes, he met Roksoo when he was 10 and Roksoo was 6.

(In this type of AU, where Cale and Roksoo in their original body, I prefer older Cale because I want Roksoo to have at least 1 older and loving person in his childhood days)

It was accidental, when he found a little kid getting beaten by an adult and he saw red.

Good thing is, even though Cale's second body seems being negleted by his parents (the irony), they still take care of his living.

So Cale kinda kidnapped Roksoo to life with him and force-adopt him as his brother (lol)

His uncle can't touch Roksoo because Cale make sure to utilize his family to keep him away.

Because of Roksoo's curse, Cale life in his second body always on the verge of death.

But he is stubborn and loves fiercely, so he stay, he always stay.

This kinda make Roksoo codependent on him in huge amount.

The methods he use to treats his siblings are different because he still have to maintain his trash persona while in Korea he can be himself.

He loves the three equally but he only openly show it to Roksoo.

Cale might drop his study in his first body, but he absorb all knowledge he can get a hand on in his second body.

When he lose almost everything because of war in his original world (in this AU I will safe Lily), he doesn't visit his second home for a long while.

Which mean his second body is in a 'comma' and it was happened at the started of apocalypse.

Imagine how wear down he is because no matter which body he used, he still have to fight to protect and survive without stop.

Until come a day when he decided to choose which world he want to stay.

It's not a difficult choice for him when he choose his original world.

It's not because he loves Lily more but it's because he know Roksoo will be safe even without him.

There are people who will do anything for him, so he rest assured.

While in his original world, Lily only have him so he can't leave her alone.

She already suffers and lose everything in a really young age, he doesn't one her to felt it again.

So he stage his death to look natural, because of the monster.

(Oh, Roksoo know about Cale origin when he was 15 and along the way, CJS and LSH also found out. So there are three people who know his secret.)

In his last breath in his first body, when he is 40, GoD over him a deal but Cale refuse.

He refuse to object his brother to another mysery after the unfortune he has to endure his entire life.

Even if he is tempted to meet his mother again, but he learn to let go long time ago.

Beside, her soul might be her mother's but she is not her.

And even if it's a chance to safe his original family and meet them again, he feels like it's doesn't have a meaning if he can stay with them.

Call him selfisg but only want to be with everyone.

As a countermeasure, GoD decided to let them react.

Consisting before and during the war and apocalypse, and apocalypse after his death.

So there are three different worldline people.

The before war and apocalypse is when Cale hasn't tell Roksoo about his secret and they haven't meet CJS and LSH.

The third worldline is when after Cale's death in his second body.

[oddlyunaware]

"Where Art Thou?" A LMK Apocalypse AU.

So a few weeks ago, I had the grand idea of making a Fallout/Mad Max-themed AU for Monkie Kid. I don't know why I had this idea, I just did.

After developing it for a while with a friend via RP, I think I have a pretty good idea of how I want it to work. Read the main explanation for the AU below!

How Did The World End?

In the year 2085, World War III had begun.

Nobody exactly remembers how it happened, only that tensions rose and the countries, armed with nuclear weapons from the Cold War, started depleting their stocks by using them on each other.

Many cities and countries were hit, but by this point nuclear defenses had been created- and the damage wasn't as bad as it would have been, say, 60 years ago. People survived, and moved on with the war.

The lack of proper fear and high ground prompted many countries to violate the BWC and create biological weapons to wear down the populations of other countries. "Gene bombs" were created, and dropped on major cities. People fled in fear, spreading the contamination and ultimately dooming the fighting forces of each country. Sadly, humanity itself was also doomed because of this.

Super-soldiers and "tube babies" became common, all created in an effort to turn the tides of the war. The most prominent of these programs was Project NUWA, a super-soldier project that tried to force evolution onto human embryos, and Project LOTUS, which attempted to splice human DNA with that of plant genes and create stronger soldiers.

In a last ditch attempt between America, Russia, and China, they fired three thermonuclear warheads at once, which hit and created a massive explosion- the force and heat of which speeding up the melting of the ice caps and casting most of the world in water. Tsunamis and earthquakes destroyed what was left, and people's DNA was so fucked by the prior gene bombs that humanity had practically gone extinct.

In the year 2100, the old world was gone. A new world, the Wastes of Aurala, began to prosper terribly.

So... What Happened After That?

The gene bombs coupled with the leftover radiation from the thermonuclear warheads left the remnants of humanity... fairly dead. Instead of regular old humans, three new variants emerged:

Demons, Dirt-bloods, and Beasts.

Dirt-bloods were humans who just looked... wrong. Eyes too small, mouths curled up just a bit much, fingers elongated and legs backwards. The uncanny valley was strong with these folks, and they gained the name "dirty blooded" in reference to their irradiated genes.

Demons, on the other hand, were humans whose genomes had copied and mutated to resemble that of animals. They typically had beastly features, and were very clearly inhuman. The type of animal they were depended on the person and the area they grew up in.

(Humans miraculously saved from the genome-scratching were referred to as "pure-bloods", due to their genes being unfiltered with radiation or animal DNA. They were unique, regular humans, different in all the perfect ways they needed to be.)

And then there were Beasts. Beasts were people changed too much, losing themselves and turning into feral monsters. It's recommended that you leave these creatures alone- and if you do see one, put it out of its misery. God knows how long they've had to endure hell.

How Did Society Change?

Society changed greatly- television was a commodity for the dreamers, food was dried and served with little fanfare, and clean water was a precious resource only the hardest workers could find and drink.

Most groups devolved into nomadic tribes, full of those who had a fickle reason to survive, and they typically put trust and "pack mentality" first, reasoning that they survived better if together. Survival became the common instinct of everyone on the world's surface, and the idea of procreation was adamant. Marriage was a forgotten concept, people instead "mating" to preserve their remnant generations.

The animal genes also led to a lot of animalistic contest between finding mates. Many, both men and women and non-binary alike, battled for the affections of another.

(Sexuality and gender remained a fluid thing. Same-sex couples weren't uncommon, and asking for one's pronouns had become a form of greeting in this day and age.)

Children were a protected people. Every mating couple was expected to either bear or raise children, in hopes that the remnants of humanity could continue on. For those that were rendered infertile, they typically parented and doted on others in the form of surrogate families, often growing in size and becoming clans.

The idea of continuing what little was left was important. Even the sickest of the sick deserved to survive, if only to carry on the future for a little while.

Wait, What Happened To The Remaining "Pureblood" Humans?

Well, one day, a bunker full of pure humans was discovered, somehow saved from the bombing and radiation. They had been monks, who agreed to meditate in an underground monastery in defiance of being recruited as soldiers. Upon emerging in a distasteful world, many were quickly killed by raiders and cannibals, jealous that they survived the horrors of the war with little conflict.

One monk was rescued, and word got out that he could be used to save humanity- to fix everyone's genes and turn the world back the way it was. The only issue is that the lab with the required material to conduct such an experiment was in what was left of India, and the bunker they had been discovered in was far up by Northern China. The monk, named Sanzang, was ill equipped to handle a journey there.

So, he found some help in the form of an ex-Project NUWA soldier, codenamed "Wukong".

So What Now?

Well, I'll cover where Monkie Kid's cast fits into this in a later post! for now, feel free to read over this one and make your own ideas and theories! Thanks so much for reading this far!

Detailing the Cast in "Where Art Thou"

[orbillusion]

Then I pull a power move called "Alternate Take"

SCU x Qsmp AU crossover thing where Charlie eats the apple Schlatt proposes to him. Skip to the end, after he killed Tommy.

Charlie turns around and that same stupid fucking shop is there. But this time there are no drugs, no firearms. There's just Schlatt, Charlie, and the counter sitting between them.

Schlatt smiles and backs up as the hoard runs to obliterate Charlie and Schlatt proposes two items. A backpack with everything Charlie could ever need to survive alone in this alternate world where it all started. Or a golden apple; his ticket out of here.

Because every other time Charlie or someone ate an apple given by God (Schlatt), they were all sent somewhere else. They were released from the hell they were enduring. But only to face another hell.

Last time Charlie tried that, he was sent to a world that he thought was alright but ended up being plagued by a zombie apocalypse.

So, Charlie took the apple. As fun as dying and ending this all would be he didn't want to leave his friends here to suffer.

Little did Charlie know, he'd be doing that anyway. They weren't in the same world as each other anymore. So they were out of the equation.

Charlie wakes up on the train. Clean, put together, looks like a stable human being.

Except there's two things here.

He is not a human, he is a slime

He still remembers it all. He remembers his friends, he remembers Tommy, he remembers watching Condi fucking die. He remembers taking that apple from Schlatt.

[tennesseewynter]

[allwaswell16]

hey

do you know if there is any HL fic based on the 3rd episode of The Last Of Us?

Hi, anon, so the only two The Last of Us fics seems to be these two (although if anyone else knows of some let us know!) I've not seen the show so I don't know about particular episodes. Also, these two seem to be based on the video game rather than the series.

With No Way Out & A Long Way Down by Noro

Louis is on a mission, and gets herself and Harry both caught up in something much bigger than themselves. Or, the one where Louis and Harry take Riley and Ellie's places in The Last of Us: Left Behind.

Endure and Survive by literato

“I don’t know if I can give you back to them. Now that this … now that everything between us has happened.”

“After all we’ve been through. It’s not for nothing.”

Or

An au where Harry, a young survivor 15 years into a zombie apocalypse, makes a promise to accompany a lad his age to a large group with a huge aim of finding a cure for the society in exchange for a new set of guns doubling what he lost. As they make their way across the country of United States, and out of their safety zones, they experience loss, truth, survival and love.

[auraravenora77]

Masterlist

Caritina Morana

Summary: This is the beginning of the apocalypse, where Caritina had unintentionally caused it all.

Warnings: Dark Theme

Word Count: 818

AN: This is the beginning of a apocalypse AU series for one of my OCs.

Prologue

Power can change a person once they wield it. It demands many sacrifices and pain for them to endure. Their lives changed in the blink of an eye overnight for the worse when they reigned for the suffering of others. Somehow, they influenced others to spread their nefarious ways. That was what Caritina felt when she stumbled into the world of death, allowing her to transform into a monster.

A deep loneliness has been on Caritina's side ever since she could feel darkness creeping on her. She clearly didn't want to cause harm to anyone in her life, no matter if they wanted to help her or not. In the end, she felt alone for the second time, but with a darker purpose. This was far worse than surviving in the dreadful realm of Limbo. Shaking her head to dispel the past from her memories, she glanced down at another catastrophe that caused all these problems in her life.

The markings on her skin were nothing but a painful reminder, mere mistakes, of the past. It has been a worrying problem since it changed at an alarming rate. She shuddered at the horrid memories of mistakes doing things for good rather than bad. No matter what she does, it doesn't satisfy enough for the sake of others. Even with the many punishments that came to mind, she does want to deal with them ever again.

One for disobeying a direct order

Two for ruining the balance of life and death

Three for challenging the right and wrongs

Four for the ultimate betrayal

As a Necromancer, she didn't foresee it coming, but rather the future of the lives of the deceased. Mingled emotions of shame and regret were swelling inside her chest. Tears escaped her eyes and trailed her face as she thought of the times when she did great things in her life, but they did not achieve enough to make her feel again.

As a result, it all leads to a dire punishment she can't endure.

The markings spread so quickly enough before Caritina noticed them a little too late. Panic settled on her when she channeled her sorcery to fight against it. It was a never-ending battle between herself and this power that threatened to take control of her humanity. It burns her, and physically hurts her, even if she puts a stop to it all. She desperately swept her gaze at anyone nearby, hoping for a miracle that would never possibly come. However, she still tried to.

“What is happening to me?!” She cried out, distressed for her loved ones who had a remedy for her problems. Silence returned her desperate pleas for help, but she remained hopeless in the end, allowing the pain to creep in.

When the situation got even far worse, chilling laughter was heard somewhere in the background as she frantically whipped her gaze for the source. A shadow-like figure stood there with an aura surrounding them, proud to witness her creation by making havoc in the most disastrous way possible. It was all Hel’s doing, and the Necromancer takes the blame for it all.

Battling everything to control her necromantic magic, it spread like a wildfire—everything from her reach—buildings and beings that slowly decayed into nothing. Her eyes widened in shock over the mass destruction and chaos she had caused. Since there was nothing left to fix, she stumbled over the ground, admitting defeat. A single tear escaped and slithered down her face—the last of her humanity.

A divine transformation ensues, overtaking her appearance when red bleeds into black. Her eyes color, which once ignited with a brilliant blue, now darkens with an onyx black. The markings on her arms spread into blackness on her fingertips, corrupting her magic even further. She now exuded a beauty and horror reminiscent of the deity of death herself.

Awakened by the death magic coursing through her veins, the necromancer chanted an incantation through her lips, allowing the dark magic to flow and ebb through. It spreads even further, reaching toward any human who disappeared into nothingness within seconds. As the lustrous blood moon rose into the sky, she had risen every living being into nothing more than their hollow selves. They lured themselves to stand by her side, bringing her amusement to kneel down before their queen of the dead.

She had started the apocalypse, reigning in glory with a bone crown placed on her head and an undead army by her side. Their inevitable fate is in her hands to control and take complete advantage of for her own amusement. She swept her gaze onto the place that was once called her home and has become her kingdom of damnation. The corners of her lips creep into a smile as the necromancer restores a lifeless world and claims it as her own, similar to Helheim itself.

Nothing shall ruin her own happiness.

[hotdadlicense]

Max Mayfield - 🩷🧡🩵💙🖤🤍💐🌼

max mayfield love of my LIFE

🩷 why are they your favorite?

listen she is!!!!!!!!!!!! so important. she has had it up to here with the step members of her family, she's moved to a shitass town with weird people she barely likes, except then she DOES like them and they make her genuienly happy and the way her smile could literally light up the room????? the way she's been through shit and she's going through shit and she's literally living in her own personal hell and she just. keeps fucking trying. she just never fucking stops trying!!! also she's soooo funny. what i would give to see her and billy's conversations between s2 and s3 like in the car etc like. please.

🧡 do you have anything in common with them?

Youngest Sibling/Youngest Sister/Youngest Daughter rights. apart from that i think she's genuinely badass and like takes no shit and i. am not like that. love that about her, though.

🩵 what's a popular headcanon for them you just can't get behind?

she hated billy and is glad he died and steves the older brother she actually deserved. what the fuck is wrong with you people.

💙 what's a popular headcanon for them that you adore?

gonna be real. feel like i don't see that many hc's to know what's popular with max becos most max stans have me blocked. but i do adore elmax? is that technically a hc? but i also love lumax, and that's not a headcanon kasjehfd ohhh i love the idea of max fixing up the camaro after billy dies. also love the idea of max killing neil. thats fun.

🖤 if they weren't from their source, what fandom universe do you think they would make the most sense in?

again. i feel like i have her in various au's but like. she can fit anywhere. she's everything. there's nothing she can't do. although her in fear street? she does horror so well!!!!!

🤍 do they need therapy?

YES. she has a childhood and a teenhood to un fucking pack okay. billy was not the only messed up one in that house!!!! max literally LITERALLY endured that shit show, too!!! and then like idek if its my personaly hc's or it's been mentioned somewhere in canon but like. what was her actual dad like. like i feel like theres shit to unpack there as well. also she watched her brother die and then got fucking cursed and pretty much died, like. sooooooo much therapy is needed.

💐 what are your favorite poly ship(s) for them, if any?

max/lucas/el!!!!!!!!! i just think they could be special and sooooo fun, please. also my mind is like, el/max/mike even though i've never like. thought deep about it. maybe.

🌼 do you think they'd survive an apocalypse scenario?

again!!!!!!!! she does technically die!!! but not from like. apocolyptic reasons, but becos neils a fucker and he pushes her into a heard to save himself. okay WHEN THE TIME TRAVEL ASPECT takes place in my au, she fucking survives and u know what. she fucking thrives. if no one was out there murdering her, she would LIVE.

[tessa-quayle]

It's hard - but not impossible - to find a Last of Us Joel Miller fic where the pairing doesn't involve a generational span or doesn't cast this Texan girl-dad as a close acquaintance of a parental figure.

Here's a list (below the cut, ABC order) of Joel Miller fics pairing him with readers or OCs whose ages are unspecified or where the numerical delta is inconsequential or nil and/or there's a balance in terms of power, agency, experience.

@astroboots - don't they know it's the end of the world - one of the best Joel Miller/TLOU (show) one-shots, I've run out of superlatives to describe how much this fic rocks, and I also don't want to creep the writer out.

@boliv-jenta - Joel Miller masterlist - specific no age gap list - Liv writes with so much joy (by that I mean when I read her stuff I can sense this infectious energy and I don't mean cordyceps). Her series and one-offs are delightful.

@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - a drop of golden sun - a sweet fluffy fic with Joel x f! music teacher

@criticallyacclaimedstranger - masterlist - Joel x cis-het f! reader (most of the stories)

@din-miller - natant - Joel teaches Ellie how to swim. A really cool atmospheric piece.

@flightlessangelwings - masterlist - a powerhouse of awesome Pedro character fics. Come for the hot, gritty Joel fics, stay for the wisdom on fandom and fanfic inclusivity.

@fuckyeahdindjarin - seams - an amazing slow burn romance between Joel and Jackson's shy, confident f! seamstress (nicknamed Pin). you'll fall in love again with everyone.

@gnpwdrnwhiskey - Joel Miller masterlist - great evocative drabbles

@jomiddlemarch - loose fit series Joel x OFC Grace, Jackson's town physician - best read on ao3, Ted Lasso crossover, includes one cheeky drabble exploring what happens when two middle aged people try to have shower sex (it's giving Alexandra Petri miming Jonathan Swift)

@julesonrecord - masterlist - two erotic fics starring Joel x f! science teacher. take the afternoon off (trust me), reblog, reread.

@katareyoudrilling - construction corner - a really neat AU where Joel is a host of a house renovation TV show paired with a divorced f!reader. No outbreak.

@keldabe-kriff - candles - cool drabble. who among us doesn't love soft and awkward Joel?

@kteague - a future together - this writer spins compelling multi-chapter series on multiple Pedro characters. This Joel x f! reader one is a must read.

@ladamedusoif - 20/20 - Joel x f! optometrist in Austin. No outbreak. Apparently when Rose isn't writing one of the best Pedro character series, she blithely writes ridiculously adorable Joel Miller one-shots for us mortals. As a treat.

@lavenderursa - a matter of timing - Joel x f! baker. The sex scenes are hot and sweet.

@oonajaeadira - leave off your wandering - Joel Miller masterlist - the world building in the series is phenomenal. most fics describe Jackson, Adira's story brings it to fucking life. Maria is multidimensional and not just a sidekick, and the interactions between Joel x f! shepherd feel organic and authentic in their tension and warmth.

@scarerjh - peri-menopause/post apocalypse - Joel x f! reader. this is brilliant and there's one line that's fucking fire (you'll know which line).

@something-tofightfor - just too good to be gone - as close to canon (game and show - she gives Neil and Craig a run for their money) as you'll get with Joel x f! reader. Rachael captures Joel's multitudes and his character perfectly.

@sp00kymulderr - masterlist - Joel x GN! reader, a moving portrait of grief.

@stardustandskycrystals - drabbled inspired by Endure and Survive - excellent one-shot (pun intended) that leaves us wanting more. the language is spare and at one point 2 sentences show Joel going from fierce to fiercely protective.

@the-blind-assassin-12 - survivor blues Joel x f! reader (gets the apocalyptic mood perfectly) - it pours from the eyes (I can't get this perfect Joel x Tess drabble out of my head - it's fanon > canon) strong enough to stand

@thelightsandtheroses - fuel to fire - engaging loose fit series with Joel x f! reader. Angsty and the QZ figures prominently in it.

@trulybetty - gold rush - lovely second-chance romance between Joel x OFC! Charlotte. first chapter is gorgeously written.

@wildemaven- masterlist - awesome writer planning a Joel x OFC! Genevieve series Fall Apart, Again

@writefightandflightclub - the light is blinding - Joel x f! reader, a great story from Joel's POV

@wyn-n-tonic - that's a real fucking legacy - a wonderfully written 5 part series with Joel x f! reader

Hey! Fellow age gap-avoider here (mostly; exceptions are made) and I just want you to know you aren’t alone. More and more I’m seeing writers and readers beg for less AG. I even made a post about it myself yesterday.

Everyone pointed you to @tessa-quayle and they’re right because she’s been collecting them, but especially with Joel it’s really hard to find non-AG (nevermind the amount of questionable consent fics around him).

Anyway, just dropping in to say hi and you’re not the only one!! 💜

They absolutely have been! I've chatted with them a little bit and they have been very nice and very helpful with the fic recs. Also I genuinely really appreciate this ask, like this made my day tenfold. I've also had one of your fics on my reading list for a few days now and look forward to getting to it soon which I think I should.

Anyhow it's a relief to know I'm not the only one seriously I think I would have actually gone mad if I was but thankfully I think a trip to wonderland has been avoided probably.

[straye]

au tag drop. (?/?)