#no apocalypse au

[fanfictilltheend]

❤️‍🔥Violent Heart my VERY DARK Stepdad!Mechanic!Convict Joel x Reader story snippet (preview) ❤️‍🔥

Hey!! You guys voted on which WIP you wanted a snippet from and you voted for this one: Violent Heart my VERY DARK no apocalypse slowburn Stepdad!Mechanic!Convict!Joel x Reader fic!! (Who likes the header I made???? thoughts??? thots???)

Part 1 of the story snippet // Part 2 of the story snippet // header/mood board with original image credits (please read all warnings for each part!)

Context for this snippet: Joel is Y/N's new stepfather and they're sitting on the couch talking. Y/N is a child (about 8).

WARNINGS: afab!you, mention of sarah dying, cancer mention, joel tears, hurt/comfort, use of Y/N, please use your best judgement and take care of yourself!!

“Joel?” she asks a little cautiously, breaking him from his thoughts. “Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course, kiddo,” he says as gently as he knows how.

“Who’s Sarah?”

His heart stops. His blood runs cold. 

“What? How did you–”

“You were talking. In your sleep yesterday,” she says, shrinking away a little and Joel feels sorry for scaring her again. “When we were watching Dexter. Well, you fell asleep right before. You were snoring and all, but you were also talking and mumbling that name. You sounded sad and scared.”

Joel should definitely not have allowed her to watch that! But that is hardly the point right now. 

His heart squeezes so tight it burns. What was there to say about Sarah – the entire reason his life had had any purpose? His perfect babygirl? The light of his life? 

He could lie. So easily too and Y/N would never know. He could say nothing at all. Hasn’t even told Erica about her yet. Hardly ever speaks to anyone about her these days.

And yet…

“She was my daughter,” he hears himself say softly. “She…got sick. Died of leukemia a while back. She was twelve.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wallet he was just thinking about. Inside is a tiny school photo of Sarah – the last one she ever took. It’s faded a little, but she’s still smiling so big she could block out the sun. He shows it to Y/N.

“I’m sorry, Joel,” she says and she really does look sorry. 

Not the way his co-workers and customers say it – almost as a reflex – to fill the void in the conversation. Her eyes are shimmering.  

“Nothin’ to do about it now,” he shrugs, running his thumb over the photo paper, softened with age. “But she was so damn special. My whole world.”

He has learned to repress the tears, not to show weakness, that is not hard. Not anymore. But the anger that broils up inside him – the injustice of it all – how he was unable to help her. Unable to save her. He feels almost like a child again, powerless in an unforgiving, unrelenting world. He wants to fight back!

He is so angry he begins to shake and his hands clench into fists. 

He wants to flip over the fucking coffee table – fling it across the room! He wants to punch in the glass of the flickering TV screen until his fist is broken! He wants to–He wants–

He just wants his babygirl back...

A sob, small and foreign rises in his throat, but he pushes it down. 

He thinks Y/N knows though. Can see the vulnerability in his eyes.

She reaches out a small hand and touches his fist, pushes it down gently into the soft fabric of the couch so he’ll stop shaking. It doesn’t entirely work, but he thinks he appreciates the effort.

“I don’t know if this is the right thing to say,” she begins a bit skittishly, still not entirely trusting the hulking, raging man above her. “But I think I would have liked to have been her friend.”

And for the first time since Sarah died, Joel sobs. 

Y/N pops up from the couch and Joel’s heart cries out louder in his chest for her to come back, don’t leave me too as he tries to suck the tears back in. It doesn’t work though and liquid gushes down his cheeks. He doesn’t think he can take the rejection, the loss of her. But thankfully, she returns just as quickly as she went with a handful of tissues stuffed into her small fist. 

“Here, Joel,” she offers. “Here. Don’t cry.”

Joel does cry though. He’s ashamed he’s broken down in front of this literal child, and he doesn’t let out much noise, but he doesn’t take the tissues either. He can’t. 

She’s so sweet though, or maybe it’s because she is truly afraid of him now, of his wrath, he’ll never really know, but she frowns and reaches out a little hand, the one with the scar on the middle finger, and tries to wipe up the tears.

The paper of the tissue tickles his cheeks.

“Shouldn’t havta…” he tries.

“Didn’t mean to make you…” she answers.

A pause.

“You didn’t, honey. That was all me,” he assures her finally.

She lets out a sigh of relief and soaks up the last of the salt water from his face, brushes the tissue gently against his nose. It tickles, causes him to snort. He smirks a little.

She smiles back shyly, she can’t help it, he can tell. 

“You know,” he says thoughtfully after a few moments of silence, sighing deeply. “I reckon she would’ve wanted to be your friend too…”

[modedelagauze]

For Life ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

No Apocalypse AU married to Abby and Lev as your stepchild Huge brain rot bc I love her and lev’s dynamic

✁ When house hunting before the two of you were together she made sure to buy property with plenty of greenery. After you moved in, you started a garden with Lev. Although you kind of sucked at gardening he liked teaching you about things. You’re convinced he’ll go on to study horticulture given how fast he caught on. Lev always kept plants indoors but this was his first outdoor garden.

✁ As terrified of heights as she is, Abby would do anything for you and Lev so the two of you convinced her to take a trip to the local amusement park. She wouldn’t ride anything except the spinning teacups, but she was happy seeing you and Lev’s pictures from the top of the rollercoaster hill after every ride.

✁ You went on only one date before accidentally meeting lev when he heard Abby on facetime with someone and asked if the person actually thought Abby was funny. Of course you egged him on and said that you were only pity laughing which resulted in Abby pretending to be offended.

✁ Being a surgeon, she never really had much time to date so when she told Lev about you he was very excited to see what came of you two’s dates.

✁ You introduced Lev to sandbox games and now he visits your Animal Crossing island frequently. Abby doesn’t play video games much, but the three of you share a private Minecraft server and her favorite thing to do is fight mobs. Sometimes she’ll log on from her phone at work if she isn’t busy. Lev is usually exploring the world and returns back to home base several hours later with goodies to share. His favorite biome is the dark oak and Abby’s is the flat plains. With his aim, Lev also managed to carry you guys through defeating the Ender Dragon pretty quickly while the two of you kept getting in trouble with endermen the whole time. Lev also hates the nether and is very adamant about going to sleep on time so mobs don’t spawn.

✁ Abby and Lev both love nature so you all take yearly summer trips around the world to new hiking locations. This also resulted in Abby being interested in buying a vacation home out in Costa Rica.

[avi-mation]

Apocalypse buddies

[rackcty]

interest check for devin’s apocalypse zine opens this week! @devinsisland

[proxycrit]

LINKTOBER DAY 18- zora’s domain!

Our duo comes across an old friend who’s currently under house arrest. Do they a) break him out, getting blacklisted from the Zora kingdom forever, or b) watch him burn out being the domain’s only built in water filter?

Either way. They have to make a choice.

(This au’s called Familiar Familiar! It’s a totk rewrite without the time travel.)

(Plus my patreon, if you wanna see scrapped ideas and my refs. Nosy nosy!)

[alienssstufff]

LAST LIFE APOCALYPSE AU DESIGNS

[notes. Lots of them. Undercut]

For an au that’s existed for ~2 years, here are the official designs of 16/18 of the main cast!

[note: Scar and Joel will have their separate post. They are m.i.a for a reason]

Focus this time was less in my usual figurative and more realistic when it came to the clothing (as if live action) — carefully considering what practical things and uses each person would have at the start of the apocalypse

At the same time using my artstyle the best I can to make otherwise mundane clothes interesting through how it is worn by each person, what silhouette and implications does it evoke.

[kingzombear]

HORSE ALERT ⁉️⁉️⁉️🤯🤯🤯

[eggdrawsthings]

Apocalyptic Tech!!! concept belongs to @devinsisland

[kookiestarlight]

Lines of fate | jjk (masterlist)

➵ pairing: tattooist!jungkook x f. reader

➵ genre: apocalypse au, exes to lovers (?) dad!jungkook, survival, angst, eventual smut

➵ rating: 18+

➵ summary: the last thing Jungkook ever imagined was an outbreak that turned the dead into the living. But even more unexpected is seeing you—an ex he’s known nothing about in the past four years—with a small child who bears a striking resemblance to himself. As Jungkook grapples with the shock and the city spirals into chaos, the two of you are thrust back together, forced to confront unresolved feelings, long-buried truths, and the horrors of the deadly virus taking over.

➵ general warnings: cursing, graphic depictions of violence and death, gore (tried to not make it too extreme), zombies, virus, knife and gun use, explicit sexual content, heavy angst and minor character deaths...more individual warnings will be included per chapter!

➵ taglist: comment or send me an ask to be added to the series taglist!! ♡

Coming soon!!

[hijacksecrets]

CONCEPT: What if HTTYD doesn't take place in the past, but in the future? In a post-apocalyptic setting where dragons are actually evolved/mutated animals after a post nuclear war.

And what if Hiccup gets the chance to explore the world like he wants and finds something beyond anything he could have imagined?

Like a boy who has been asleep for centuries...?

:)

[fanfictilltheend]

@greensabereyesforcevictim invited me to share a line from my next door neighbor!joel x reader + jealous!Tess no apocalypse AU WIP so here we go!

For context, Tess is speaking first and is talking about Y/N:

“She’s not a little kid, Joel. She’s damn near 25 from what I recall. She doesn’t need to be looked after and babied.”

For a moment, Joel is silent and you're afraid he will realize she’s right and make you go home so they can fuck or whatever it is they do in their free time. But then he says so quietly you barely hear it,

“What? Are you jealous?”

“Fuck you, Joel!” Tess growls. “Fuck. You. You can suck your own dick for all I care. See you, Monday. Have fun with some little girl young enough to be your own fucking daughter.”

“Get out of my house, Tess,” Joel says dangerously.

 “Was already on my way.”

 And with that, you hear receding, stomping footsteps and the distant slam of the front door. You feel a huge hand rubbing your back protectively. You drift back off to sleep...

oooooooh mom and dad are fighting lol. Hope you liked it. Please let me know all comments give me life even the mean ones honestly!!!

EDIT: here’s part one of the final story

[sweeneydino]

Last one for @somerandomdudelmao apocalypse.

[ozymandian-hymn]

mercy, mèrci

[lastclan]

WELCOME TO LASTCLAN

cw: BLOOD, GORE, ZOMBIES, DEAD CATS

MOON 0: Prologue

Next Chapter ->

[sunydays]

Well it’s been one hell of a ride @somerandomdudelmao I just want to give you this is tribute to your comic and a personal thank you

You have been one of the biggest inspirations to me and I know you probably hear that a lot, but to me it means the world, so thank you!

[hybbart]

Day 2565: Finally somewhere safe with his rancher again, covered in sores, Jimmy's become rather lethargic and hauls up in bed while Tango takes care of things. What happened to Hels and anything about him is something they've left to the others. For a little while it almost feels like being back on the ranch. Even if it isn't here, for once Tango thinks he won't have much resistance to suggesting they stay put for a while.

It helps having an avian host to supply stuff for a nest when your own avian is nearly nonverbal levels of comatose.