#apocalypse au
Zombie apocalypse AU designs :)
CHAPTER 3 of my zombie AU fic is up!
Another bakugou sketch from my AU
I saw @brttpaige‘s Zombie boys and their designs would not let me sleep.. so I did some fanart
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My little zombie killers
Eat You Alive
BKTD | multichapter | zombie apocalypse AU
Rating: E
TW: attempted suicide, mentions of parent/child incest, gore, character death, heavy angst
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More from my zombie AU ;)
A lot of you guys seemed to like the Apocalypse AU with 2012 Raph (I know it’s an older post that isn’t looked at much now but still)…so what if we got a Donnie’s perspective in the same AU?
Donnie’s tirelessly trying to find the cure to this mutagenic/viral hybrid ?
AJ’s Apocalypse AU sublist (updated as I continue)
Raphael
A Little Closer (Raph x fem reader)—part 1
Donatello
The Race to Find The Cure (Donnie x reader)—part 1
The Race to Find The Cure—part 2
Leo’s and Mikey’s will be added as I get to them, I just think the AU should have its own compilation :)
The Race to Find The Cure
(2012 Donnie x fem reader) Chapter 1.
Based off of my apocalypse AU that I created for Raph a while back. Here is Donnie’s version. :) (written in third perspective but using [y/n] in place of a name.)
Running out of time.
The solution had to be somewhere amongst all his papers.
Time is running out, thought Donnie again as he stared long and hard over his notes. Data he’d gathered and extrapolations he’d made over and over again—what was missing? He knew how to create retro mutagen. He had the formulas. He had the tools. He had the mind. But there were holes in his research. Things he had no access to. This wasn’t just Ooze he was dealing with; it was a hybrid, pathogen and mutagen spliced together to make a catastrophe that spread. And it spread fast.
He glanced over at the map pinned to a corkboard, routes and places of interest he’d drawn sprawling all over it. But one fat red line stuck out the most: the projected path of the horde that was currently accumulating. Just another addition to his list of problems.
Donnie’s brain worked every which way. His attention was divided between a set of different things, a heavy burden on his drooping shoulders. Between the cure, taking care of other things that needed to be done, and her, he was stretched thin.
Behind him on a mattress on the cold floor was his newest patient, which he was reminded to check the temperature of when he heard rustling in the sheets. His tires eyes lifted from the papers quickly, grabbing a thermometer off the shelf to head over to the girl starting to toss awake. Without fail, he felt a pang of guilt every time.
If anyone was strong when it came to this situation, it was him. And maybe Leo. Though their leader was preoccupied, he still came to check in, and even he had a grimace at it. Donnie knelt down. Don’t look bleak, he instructed himself as he pulled a tender smile and took one of her hands. “Sleepy, are we?” he asked as she roused awake. “Gotta take your temperature again. How do you feel?”
She sat up against the wall, obviously drained but fighting sleep. She, too, managed to force a smile through the waves of nausea and headaches as if to say “all better”, which made her happy too see his face soften. “I feel a little hot, but that’s all,” she said.
Then the virus hasn’t progressed, he thought with a glint of hope. We still have some time. That was all he needed.
He gave her the thermometer, her flinching back as their fingers touched. “Won’t you get it too being around me like this?” she asked with concern, having put some distance between them.
“Well, you aren’t developing pustules or any open sores, so it’s okay for now,” he replied, handing the thermometer back to her. And when she did? He’d copped a hazmat suit and more than enough disposable gloves a month prior. They both waited with bated breath for the little beeps. Both jumped as a gunshot sounded from the platform upstairs—it was Casey picking off incoming infected from the window again, as was his evening shift. A straggler here and there was not welcome in their compound. Casey was quick to dispatch any that wandered too close so long as his pistol had a silencer.
The thermometer beeped, and Donnie took it, inspecting the numbers. 100.1°. Not great.
She saw his face fall ever so slightly. His brow ridges stitched as he slipped the notebook from his belt and scratched in a log of her temperature, among a growing list. It had been on a steady incline since three days prior and the…incident.
Hearing the shot fire above them, she played with her thumbs. She knew Donnie was under a lot of stress. And to add onto that? She felt guilty.
“Seems like Casey’s becoming quite the sharpshooter,” she commented in the silence. “And seems like we’ve been hearing those more often. I wonder why the infected are out more these days.”
Donnie set his notebook on the tray next to the mattress and sat back on his legs. “They’re starving,” he said, “most of the city’s been turned, so…they have to look. But they can survive a lot longer without food than us.“ The air between them was filled with a looming feeling of uncertainty. Donnie was sure he could find the cure. He’d done it before for mutants, he could do it for infected people, too. But time of was the essence and resources were running out. He had to work harder.
“Hey, not so different from us, then,” she joked in a low voice, letting her head fall back and eyes close shut. Being sick was really taking a toll. How much longer would she be able to keep a straight face for him with the body aches, the skin burning, and the chills? Oh, the chills. Along with the fever, it was turning Autumn in New York City. She cracked an eye open to find him deep on thought.
“Donnie,” someone called from the entrance to his lab space. There were some empty crates they’d stacked up and around the corner to give him some privacy to work. He snapped out of his thoughts it to find Leo leaning in. Leo motioned with his head for him to follow.
Another family meeting, she thought in dry humor. Probably a game plan on how to deal with her when push came to shove. Which was looking inevitable, but she’d never let Donnie know how she felt that way.
“I’ll be back, okay?” Donnie said, reassuring her of the fact that he would not leave her side for long. He’d been practically glued to it, even moved the mattress into the back corner of his pseudo lab to be able to pay more attention to her. They could always count on Donnie for that.
“I’ll be here,” she mumbled, laying down to face the wall.
Donnie met at kitchen table with everyone else. They were all a little awkward and downtrodden, but Leo poised himself, clearing his throat. “There have been more infected on the move here lately. Casey, you say you shot three just in the last two hours?” Leo started. His eyes flitted over to Casey, who sat halfway on the table. Casey nodded and continued chewing his gum; the sound was driving Donnie up the wall. Casey acted flippant as ever, but even he was troubled by the turn of events.
“Hit ‘em right in the head, bull’s-eye,” said Casey, pretending to fire a finger pistol.
Leo turned his attention back to Donnie. “And [y/n]? How is she?” he inquired.
Feeling everyone’s expectant eyes on him, Donnie went by all of them with his, one by one, and answered: “Stable. Doing….okay.” He wasn’t known to be obtuse on purpose, but everyone around the table could tell he wasn’t going to speculate to them. That was fine, thought Leo. She still had time; in turn, they did as well. Leo would have to make a note to check in with her more often to gauge their next move. For now, they had other issues.
“Look, guys,” Leo said with a sigh, “I know you like the warehouse—I do too—but it’s just not safe here anymore. We’ve had two fence breaches this month and it’s only going to get worse from here. We’re in a bad spot. We need to move. I’m thinking upstate, less people and April’s got a farmhouse out there.”
Raph was glaring down at the table. “So, what? We get pushed out of our old home in the sewers and now we’re getting pushed out of here, too? Is that what we’re doing now? Being pushovers?” he spat. “What’s a few more infected? Last time I checked, we didn’t have a problem. Just fix up the fence and we’ll be fine.” As usual, he focused on Leo, his mounting anger directed right at his older brother. Leo ignored the bitterness in his tone and continued.
“Donnie, tell them what you heard,” Leo said, rubbing his face.
Way to put me on the spot. His fingers drummed the edge of the table as all but Leo waited to hear the latest update, but they weren’t going to like what he had to say. “I—I picked up some radio chatter about a week ago about a horde supposedly starting to form,“ he said uncomfortably. “I didn’t know if it was true or not, so I watched the channels over the last few days, and…yeah, a horde’s on the move, and it’s headed our way. Pockets of infected are assimilating and I don’t know why.”
Scowling, Raph turned heel and stormed out of the room with Mikey on his tail trying to get him back. April put a gentle hand on his shoulder to stop him. “Let him cool off,” she said, and Mikey reluctantly came back round, downcast.
“So…that’s it. We need to pack up. I know, I like it here, too. Donnie, how much time do we have?” Leo looked his way.
“Not enough,” he always wanted to say, but he bit his tongue and opted for an estimate of about two days given that the infected didn’t exactly move with purpose. As far as they were concerned, they only knew one speed when unstimulated, and that was: meander. “Considering it’s not really moving in a straight line and they’re not the smartest, we have some time to get out. If that’s what we want to do. Maybe the warehouse will hold?”
"But my equipment!” he’d wanted to argue. Not all of it would fit between their two vans. He feared for the worst that he wouldn’t be able to save anyone without it. If they left, his only option would be to start from scratch again, and for [y/n], that was not an option.
But to seize a lab was an option.
For everyone’s sake, we can make one petty crime.
Leo crossed his arms, tapping his chin. “I can’t take that chance. It’s my job to keep you guys safe. I’m sorry, Donnie.”
“Whatever,” murmured Casey as he hopped off the table and went to join Raph.
“I miss Master Splinter…” Mikey said under his breath. April sensed some unspoken words between Donnie and Leo and took her leave as well.
And then there were two. Donnie gripped the edge of the table, fixing his gaze away from the harsh orange light dangling above them. After a moment, he spoke. “There’s a lab East of here. A real one. I don’t know its status right now, but if I could just get in and get the research, I know I can make a cure,” he said hopefully. “I need to get to that lab, Leo. If not for the sake of everyone, but for [y/n].”
“What if there are still people there?” Leo asked.
“Then we’ll break in at night,” Donnie responded. “Like we always do. I need to do this, Leo.” Only the fate of [y/n], my family, and possibly the whole country is resting in my hands, no pressure, right?
“We’ll figure it out,” Leo concurred. “We know you’ve got what it takes, Donnie. We’ll do everything we can to help.” He gave a reassuring smile, the one that always makes them feel like it all might just be okay. If Leo could muster one, Donnie could, too, which he did after they all dispersed from the little kitchen table and he headed back downstairs. “[Y/N], do you need any—” he started, but stopped upon seeing her sound asleep. Though mostly comprised of mutagen, the pathogenic part of the virus was the part the body tried its hardest to fight. But the unstable nature of the mutagen made it a tossup of how strong each case would be. Donnie could only hope that hers was a weak one.
On his tips of his toes he went to her side, pulling the fleece blanket up to her neck. It was getting cold out. Anything to make her more comfortable. Then he prepared a bowl of cool water and a rag for if she got hot, placing it on the tray next to her for her to find in case he wasn’t there. His hand lingered there hovering above her shoulder, wanting to feel the warm comfort of knowing that she was in fact still with them and still had a chance. Should he wake her up to tell her Leo’s verdict? It seemed like the right choice. But she looked far more peaceful than any of them in her own world just then, and he wanted to keep it that way only for a little longer, so he whispered a goodnight and went back to his station.
Seeing that she was taken care of, he quietly resumed his work over yonder, unaware that she had been laying still, but fully awake.
Me posting this anyway even though I’m unsure and don’t know if I’m digging it yet
Iwa-chan - apocalypse AU
(he lost his right eye while protecting Oikawa during a zombie fight)
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Pairing: Changbin x Y/N
Genre: heavy angst, fluff, apocalypse!au
Warnings: swearing, gun shot, panic attack, mention of death, it’s the apocalypse so yea….
Words count:3.1K
Summary: Keeping your heads low, you and Changbin sprinted toward the exit. « Don’t stop running! » he screamed. Your lover gave you a quick glance and you noticed that he was just as terrified as you were. You still could hear the hideous noises coming from the train station, noises you believe you would only hear in horror movies or hell… It was the reality you were in. An apocalyptic one.
A.N: hi! here is a little song rec for this fic: next to you by john vincent III and dance with me by beebadoobee. english isn’t my first language so i apologize for the mistakes. as always, any comments or sharing are always appreciated (´｡• ω •｡`) hope you will enjoy it! - cami, 220220
Your bodies were stuck against each other, people were pushing from every sides, making it difficult to move. Screams and cries could be heard. You could barely see what was going on, too focused on your breath, trying to calm down. Your boyfriend was holding your hand tightly, not wanting to let you go or else it would be almost impossible to find you, lost in that crowd of desperate people. He tip toed, to see if there was any chance for you to jump on the train. Unfortunately more than a hundred of families, elders, kids, and so on were waiting, always pushing and screaming at the station employees.
One of them turned on the megaphone he was holding on his hand. A piercing sound made the crowd silent, every single soul hoping to hear some good news.
« Listen! It’s no use to push! This train only has 280 places… Young kids along with their mothers will go first, please make a line or we will not open the gates! » said the man. The silence became thicker. You knew what it meant, you and Changbin didn’t have a single chance… Too many people were standing in front of you to even try to sneak on the steel machine. Your throat became drier, if it was even possible. Your mind was becoming empty, just looking at the grey ground, where all of you were just like those insects, crawling.
« What about us then ? We don’t get a chance to live ? Don’t you have other trains ? » a sudden yell of a middle-aged man broke the silence. Whispers started to grow louder. Two days ago, an official statement of the government was broadcasted on national tv. Some bunkers were available but, obviously, the amount of places was limited and far too small for the thousands of people of each cities and neighbors. A total of ten bunkers were listed, eight could welcome five thousands people and the two others had a capacity of ten thousands. Not even all the kids would be able to go in there… And then there was the rich ones, politicians, high graded soldiers getting a vip tickets for those concrete fortresses. This was the kind of society you were living in.
The same employee turned on the megaphone again.
« We hear your pleadings but… » his voice started to crack, his knuckles were so white that we could wonder if blood was still running through his veins. « It’s the last train which will depart from this city. »
You knew it. You and Changbin had to try even if you knew it was a lost cause. He looked at you, his jaw clenched, his eyes full of despair. Seeing your own reflection into his deep brown eyes, your expression was mirroring his.
The crowd was now rumbling. More yells and protests started to burst, people were pushing harder, trying to make the barriers fall. Your bodies were compressed to the point you thought your ribcage was about to break. This meant nothing good and the situation was too tensed.
« We have to go back, now » urged your lover. You nodded, unable to make a single sound. Intertwining your fingers to make your grip stronger, you turned around, trying to reach the station exit. You were moving forward slowly but it wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would, people were too greedy to steal your spot to not let you pass. You heard the sound of some metal falling on the ground. The barriers were down.
BANG! BANG!
« What the fuck! ». Swearing, Changbin immediately put a hand over your head, making you bow to avoid the gun shots you just heard. Your ears were ringing, your hands shaking uncontrollably as your breath was becoming erratic. « Shhh, I’m here babe, I’m here… » said the black haired boy, trying to soothe you. You were still walking, almost crouching, toward the exit. You could see the doors opened right in front of you, few people separating you from your escape.
After a few seconds, a different voice was heard through the speaker. A soldier warning the crowd to make a line or more people would be endangered despite their ages. It didn’t help, it was just adding some fuel to the fire.
For the next minutes, only your instincts guided you. The gun shots were incessant, babies and kids were screaming, crying, along with adults.
« Y/N! Run! »
Keeping your heads low, you and Changbin sprinted to the exit. « Don’t stop running! » he screamed. Your lover gave you a quick glance and you noticed that he was just as terrified as you were. You still could hear the hideous noises coming from the train station, noises you believe you would only hear in horror movies or hell… It was the reality you were in. An apocalyptic one.
Weaving on the empty streets, the sounds of your footsteps were echoing against the gigantic skyscrapers and buildings. Your lungs were burning and that’s when you come to a halt to your runaway. You were far enough to be safe now. Changbin immediately stopped. You let go his hand, putting both of yours on your knees to catch your breath and support yourself from falling. The boy looked at you, he could feel tears threatening to fall any time, but he needed to hold them back a bit longer. For you. For him. Fuck. What you both just witnessed was terrible. A shooting. It was human’s true nature, uh ? And it was probably your last day in that sick world. At this thought, Changbin had to bite his lips harshly to not break into tears. You still hadn’t move from your hunched position. Coming closer, he put his warm hands on your cheeks. He felt the wetness of them as you were silently crying.
« Look at me… Baby. Please ». You didn’t want him to see how broken you were. You knew he felt the same but tried his best not to show it. That’s how he was, thinking about the ones he loves first, being so selfless. Complying to his request, you faced him. His chin was trembling, his eyes were full of panic as he was trying to keep his composure.
« We will stay together ok ? No matter what. I will never leave you behind. »
« I know Changbin, I know » you wrapped your arms around his torso as he gave you a peck on your forehead. You stayed in each others arms for a few minutes before he took your hand in his.
« We should get going. Let’s find some water and food first. »
You nodded, following your boyfriend.
The silence on the streets was burdensome. You could hear some things falling on the concrete sometimes, some tv running in abandoned houses. Birds weren’t chirping anymore. They flew away a while ago, even before scientists knew that an enormous comet was about to fall on earth and destroy almost every lives on it. Where would you ask ? You didn’t know. Animals had this survival instinct humans barely had. They would probably find the safest place if there was one.
Around a corner, you found a small grocery store. Your race had made you thirsty and water was very much needed. The dark haired boy looked through the glass of the window. There was not a single soul in sight. He gestured you to come with him, pushed the door, a bell sound welcoming you.
« Hello ? » he asked, scanning the surroundings. No answer.
« Ok, I will go grab a bag and take some supplies to spend the day. You get the water, seems good for you ? ».
« Yea, no problem, I will be right there » you said, pointing at the drinks area. He gave you a small smile that you returned and turned around. There wasn’t a lot of bottles left. After the announcement, people rushed to get some stock of food and water, in hope of surviving. You kneeled down to get a bottle stored at the end of the rack. As your fingertips were skimming over the bottle cap, you felt something hard against the back of your head.
« Don’t move ». A man was standing behind you. Your heart started to beat faster. Was this a damn joke ? You escaped a place just to get in an other ambush. Putting your hands in the air, you tried to face the man, but he pushed the thing harder on your head.
« I said don’t move! » he yelled. You heard some steps rushing in your direction.
« He has a weapon! » you warned. The steps stopped before starting again, slower this time.
« What ? You’re with someone ? » the guy seemed more and more panicked. Just a wrong move on the trigger and you would be dead.
« Come on mate, let her go ». Your lover was here. You could only see his shadow on the floor. Looked like his hands were up as well. The tip of the gun finally moved. The stranger didn’t know where to point it at. Changbin continued.
« We just want some food and water for the day… It’s not as if it was the end of the world, right ? » he scoffed at his own sarcastic joke. Apparently, he was the only one to. You finally managed to turn around and see what was going on.
The man was probably in his forties, holding a shotgun in his hands, aiming at your significant other. They were looking intensely at each other, when the man finally dropped his weapon. He let himself fall on the ground, sobbing.
« Y-you right… We’re going to d-d-… » the word couldn’t even go through his lips. Grabbing his scalp, his breath loud and quick. He was probably having a panic attack. Who could blame him ?
Taking advantage of the weak state of the stranger, Changbin helped you to get on your feet, the water bottles secured into your arms.
« We’re leaving now. Take care of you man. » you both waited for a second, to ensure your security, before going out. Your pace quickly sped up. Your boyfriend tripped over some garbage on the ground, losing his balance before you caught his forearm.
« You ok ? » you asked, eyes looking every inch of his body to know if he was hurt.
« I am, don’t worry, just keep going » he spat, worried about the possibility of the shop owner loosing his damn mind. For what seemed to be the nth time of the day, here you were, running.
Bang!
The sound was distant but you know what it meant. You looked at Changbin who simply replied that you couldn’t have saved him. Nobody could. Humanity was doomed.
Roaming around the road, few cars were abandoned, most people took theirs to try to reach the cities owning a bunker as soon as possible. Your significant other saw a possibility for you to, maybe, have one last car trip. He tried to open the car doors. Some were locked, some opened but no keys on it. When finally he found one.
« Y/N look! », for the first time of the day he seemed excited. He put the backpack you got at the grocery store on the ground, took place on the driver seat and turned on the engine, pushing on the accelerator with one of his feet. The motor was making some strange sounds.
« Come on » he mumbled. A low sound, which sounded like victory, could be heard. « Yes! » he jumped out of the car to throw his bag on the back seats. His sudden serotonin burst was pretty contagious and you couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. He sped up to open the car door for you.
« Mademoiselle » he said while bowing reverently. You thanked him, giggling. Where did he learn that word ? It didn’t matter honestly. As long as you were together, nothing mattered.
« Babe, why don’t we go to our favorite place ? It might be the last time we see it. » offered the black haired boy, a sour taste lacing the joyful tone of his voice.
« It’s one and half an hour from here though». Would you make it one time ? Wasn’t it more reasonable to just found a nice place around here, to enjoy your last day ? Because it surely was the last. Trying to reach one of the bunkers was out of option, too far away and, seen what happened at the train station, too dangerous.
« Yes, when we respect speed limits » he answered with a smirk. Changbin wanted both of you to enjoy this time to the fullest. You returned his smile and buckled your seatbelt.
The road was desert. Indeed, it was easier to not respect the speed limits. You had turned on the car radio, singing all the songs you knew, screaming through the opened windows. It felt like freedom. However, the song was cut short as you heard the government official sound resonating. Your smiles faded away in a blink of an eye, catching all of your attention.
« Dear inhabitants of XXXX, nine out of the ten available bunkers are now full. »
« Already ? » you thought out loud, astonished by how fast it was. You glimpsed at your lover. His grip on the steering wheel was firm, his knuckles white, jaw clenched as his gaze was focused on the road unveiling in front of his eyes. Your heart broke at the sight of it. You put what you hoped to be a comforting hand on the back of his head, caressing his hair lovingly. He gave in into your touch, taking a deep breath as the politician’s speech was still going on.
« According to the scientist, the comet’s impact should happen- ». Before you could hear anything else, Changbin turned the radio off. The mood became gloomy.
Resting your head on his shoulder, you were thinking about everything you did together. All the good and bad times, those memories engraved in your soul so deeply that you could never forget them.
« Remember that time I broke your computer and tried to fix it ? » you asked him.
« Uh ? Why suddenly ? ». He seemed confused by your question.
« I thought you would be furious. I saw your face turning white when I showed it to you but you didn’t yell at me. You just said that it was too old anyway and wanted to buy a new one. You always put the others’ happiness before your own. I wanted to thank you for that. »
Your words were sincere, he could feel it. He took one of your hand in his and gave a gentle kiss to it.
« It’s better to enjoy the time we have with our loved ones rather than fighting over small and useless things , right ? » he whispered in a deep voice. You nodded, tightening your grip on his hand.
The trees siding the road were becoming sparse. At the horizon, you could now see it. The deep blue of the sea spreading far, far away until it became one with the sky. You and Changbin loved to come here. This place was full of memories and the only one able to soothe your wounded and desperate hearts.
It only took you fifty minutes to get there and you were glad you accepted to come here. He parked the car. You stay in for a moment, staring at the sea. Your boyfriend was the first one to go out, stretching his sore body. Joining him, you also grabbed the food and drinks in the backpack.
« Let’s eat, shall we ? » you asked, softly smiling. He agreed. You both sat on the sand, eating in silence, unable to truly enjoy your last dish. The little happiness you had before was now gone.
« I should have propose to you » he blurted out. You almost choked at his declaration. He kept going.
« I wish I had seen you wearing a beautiful wedding gown, seen you carrying our babies, seen you aging by my side. I wanted it all. » his voice cracked. Gathering all the strength you had, you answered him.
« You would have been a wonderful husband and father, Seo Changbin. »
He looked at you, his eyes filled with tears. It was hard to swallow, your throat so tight that you wondered how you could even breath.
« I love you Y/N and I will love you in our next live, and the next ones. Always. »
You half laughed, half sobbed. « I love you too, I will love you till death do us apart ».
He cupped your face and crashed his lips on yours. The kiss was full of passion and distress. You could feel a salty taste on your tongue. His tears or yours ? Probably both. You stopped to catch your breath, noses brushing against each others. His eyes were red, lost, helpless. You stood up, giving him a hand to join you. He grabbed it and put the other one on your waist. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started slow dancing to an inexistent music, kissing softly in between your sobs. Murmuring some « I love you » and « I will always be with you ».
While you were dancing, the twilight started covering the world of its dark blue coat. Stars shining like little diamonds. As the universe was watching you, you kept talking about your good memories, holding hands, hugging each other. It was unfair. You didn’t deserve this. However, it couldn’t be helped.
This is when you saw it. The comet. A white bright line tearing the sky into two distinct parts. It was far bigger than a simple shooting star. You could see the rocky aspect of it. You were both hypnotized by it, like moths being attracted by the street lights. At this moment, you could tell that there was some beauty in death. Coming back to your senses, as if time had stopped for a minute, you both jumped into each other arms, holding yourselves with such strength that you thought your bodies were about to make one.
A thud echoing from afar. Air started to vibrate.
« Changbin! » you squeaked. He knew. He had known what was going to happen for days but still hoped you could have a chance to survive. He could see his reflection in your eyes. Tears falling uncontrollably as he was trying to memorize every single one of your face feature. His hands were shaking.
A jolt made you loose your balance, almost making you fall on your knees. One last hug. One last « I love you ».
« Let’s meet again, my love » he whispered with a faint smile.
« I will always find you, Changbin. »
One last kiss.
Your world vanishing into nothingness.
Ok wait, here me out: the Amigops as the four horsemen of the apocalypse
Antichrist, has a bow and crown, rides a white horse: Toast
War, has a great sword, rides a red horse: Rae
Famine, has a balance scale, rides a black horse: Corpse
Death, rides a pale horse: Sykkuno
Props to whoever wants to draw this out or maybe switch the roles, but I think this would be so cool
Kurodai / Apocalypse AU
This was my gift for Coby on the Kurodai Exchange on Twitter
Kuroo is in denial and keeps Daichi even though he’s a zombie
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