SOMEONEHELP ME FIND THIS DAMN AU. Well, Okay, Possibly Multiple Aus But Im Remembering Them All Together.

SOMEONE HELP ME FIND THIS DAMN AU. Well, okay, possibly multiple aus but I’m remembering them all together. It’s a Star Wars au, set in the time of vinyl records. leia steal the plans and leaves them in a record shop where luke finds them. The Millenium Falcon is a semi. In the future Ben Solo is kidnapped by Snoke. I found it on this damn sight and now I can’t find it at all. Someone help. It’s driving me insane. I’m gonna die.

The zombie apocalypse has hit but the zombies are representations of the seven deadly sins.

Tam tapped her fingers.

They were keeping time by her tapping, like they always did. Right now it was slow, each finger making a very distinct sound completely separate from the others. When it started getting faster, the sounds bleeding together, they needed to head out. Tam was kind of...sensitive to nearby zombies. She’d been out on her own the longest, had kind of had to learn how long it took zombies to pick up on the smell of a living person. You could avoid them for a while, sneak around them, but after a while they’d smell you and come for you. Tam knew how long that took. But for now her fingers were slow. They had time.

Time to seriously put these fucking Brits in their place oh my god.

“Do you even know how big America is?” Kevin questioned the leader of this little British invasion, still incredibly angry over being called a “damn Yank.” Lou wasn’t even sure it was meant as an insult.

“Of course we do! We’re not fuckin’ idiots.” The Brits own version of Kevin, a similarly too big buff guy with some anger issues, snapped back. Lou was pretty sure his name was Ronan but they couldn’t be sure, it very well could have been Ronald.

“Of course you’re not.” Little Baby Aidy quickly interjected, coming forward to keep the peace like always. Not that she really had a choice with a brother like Kevin. She’d had to become a peacekeeper just to get a break from all the fights he ended up in. “My brother’s just worried that you’re...under prepared. It’s very impressive what you’ve done but our situation’s different. We’re also dealing with flesh eaters from Canada and Mexico constantly pouring in so, you know, it may be too much for you.”

That too angered Ronan/Ronald/Whatever though. Lou shook their head at him and then at Kevin and then at pretty much the whole room as their two groups fell into yet another fight. They’d had to move because of the last one, they’d attracted too much attention. Over the voices, they could just barely hear Tam’s fingers suddenly picking up pace. Something had to be done.

So they slammed their machete onto the table, in front of them, sinking the blade deep into the wood. The room instantly went silent, all except for Tam’s now accelerated tapping. Fast. They needed to get ready to leave soon. Which meant they needed to resolve this now.

“This isn’t some sort of deal where we accept your help and the Redcoats get to control America again, right?” They asked the leader of the Brits. There was some laughter from the others in the room but the girl just shook her head silently. Lou stared at her for a moment, eyes critical, but finally they held out their hand.

Whoever said teenagers didn’t know how to shake hands properly had never met this girl. Lou thought she might have broken their hand. “Let’s go kill some fuckin’ zombies.” She said cheerfully, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Tam’s tapping stopped.

You are the leader of a small group of zombie apocalypse survivors in the States. One day, a bunch of Brits show up, claiming that they destroyed all of the zombies in the British Isles and are here to take back America.

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Dahlia the Drowned: Angelo’s Involvement.

Joining the crew of the Dahlia hadn’t been his decision, it’d been his cousin’s. Gabriel had been talking for years about joining a crew and traveling the world but Angelo had never thought he’d actually do it. But Gabriel had proved him wrong and he’d sort of just gone along with it when his cousin had told him he was coming with him. He hadn’t minded it...Not too much anyways. The old stories bothered him as he first set foot on deck but his worry was quickly pushed aside when Gabriel grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him below deck, grinning the whole time and talking excitedly about their new life.

His mother had raised them. Gabriel had lost both his parents to the sea and Angelo had lost his father the same way. So his mother had raised them. A sailor’s widow, filled with stories collected from her husband and the docks. She’d told him the old stories. She’d told him about what happened to women who ended up thrown overboard by the crews they traveled with. He’d listened. Gabriel hadn’t.

There was a woman on board the Dahlia. He found out the day after they set sail. He saw her walking with the captain, smiling and laughing at something he’d said. He was surprised. Most of the men were superstitious (when men tell that many ghost stories, they either believed them or were trying to scare the newbies), he couldn’t believe they’d agreed to sail with her. But he supposed some men just wouldn’t go against their captain, no matter how superstitious they were.

Sometimes he could see fish swim just beneath the surface of the water below. He liked to stare at them, watch their fins occasionally rise out of the dark. Once, late at night when he couldn’t sleep, he thought he saw eyes peering up at him from the dark but he couldn’t be sure. He was probably just tired. And if he wasn’t...

Angelo avoided the edge of the ship for a few days.

About a week after setting out, bad luck started coming their way. That’s when the men started whispering about the woman. They treated her like some sort of monster, never saying her name and avoiding her as much as possible. Their captain scolded them when he heard the whispers, calling them empty headed crones for believing such nonsense. The whispering stopped.

And then the captain died, a storm appeared on the horizon, and one of the sailors reported that rats had gotten into the food.

They decided to throw the woman overboard.

She’d smiled at him a few times. Nodded to him. They’d never  spoken though, not once. He didn’t even know her name. He doubted she knew his.

He didn’t say anything when they dragged her from the room the captain had given her. He didn’t say anything when they tied her to the cannon ball. He didn’t say anything when she begged them not to do this. Begged them to let her live. Begged them because no. No please. My grandmother, I’m all she has. My-My father! His bracelet! He died in that town back there, I have to bring it to her! Please! Please!

He didn’t say anything when they threw her overboard. He didn’t try to stop them.

The ship’s badly damaged by the storm. Some of the men say it would have been worse with that woman aboard. Angelo keeps quiet when they say it but as they near the shore he asks after the bracelet their new captain keeps in his pocket, the woman’s father’s bracelet. He assures him he’ll give it to her grandmother and he does so the day they get to the town.

Angelo doesn’t go with him. He can’t bring himself to face her.

He finds himself by the grandmother’s house one night. He hasn’t slept well since they got back on land. Gabriel says he got used to the ship rocking him to sleep. He thinks it’s because he hears the woman’s pleads in his ears whenever he closes his eyes.

He finds himself by the grandmother’s house one night. And he looks to the water, so close and so dark and so consuming. Two bright blue eyes stare back at him, the only truly distinguishable things in the dark. He knows those blue eyes, they met his for a moment before they disappeared over the edge of the ship. He isn’t surprised. He isn’t scared. He comes back every night, starts to talk to her, tells her he’ll take care of her grandmother though she never talks back. He comes to like her. She’s playful. Kind. She likes his stories.

He didn’t say anything when they threw her overboard. He didn’t try to stop them.

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