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theamityelf · 3 days
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So, I had the thought "Kyoko and Byakuya are Hades and Persephone and Makoto is Orpheus", and initially there was a very specific context for why I was thinking this, but now I'm just imagining an AU where the Ultimates are deities or otherwise powerful immortals and Kyoko and Byakuya have been in love for centuries and they happen upon Makoto, a human, and both simultaneously decide to open up their relationship.
Ngl, I kind of dig this as a "human abducted to the realm of immortals" type of thing. Kyoko is a goddess of knowledge, Byakuya is a god of wealth, and Makoto is a human who keeps accidentally befriending and doing favors for gods. And so the two of them are just like, "We're keeping him, right?" "Oh, yes, obviously."
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humming-fly · 2 months
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Happy Holiday to those who celebrate, I am crouching like a sprinter in the ready position for those doors opening tomorrow
Bonus from the peanut gallery:
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asti-doodles · 1 year
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Okay here's a silly little comic for my silly little AU that was supposed to be nothing but a joke
Ladies and gentlemen
Immortals AU
Sooooo here, the two of them are born/become immortal after an accident, and think it's just them, they hide this little fact about themselves from everyone (if people find out they become lab rats to the scientists and all) and keep changing their identities and travel around the world for year.
they meet, fall in love and date for a short period of time, Adrien decides to tell her everything and propose to her, she learns about the proposal and runs away, literally disappearing ("ooh no my MORTAL boyfriend has decided to propose oh no no one can know that I'm unable to die oooh noooo")
years laaater, like, after decades, they come across each other again (under the names Bridgette and Felix) but it is impossible to be her/him, right?? As far as they both know it is just themselves that is immortal, so how??
In other words, just them being dumbest creatures alive.
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stuckwiththesnakeboi · 9 months
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Day 2 of AU-gust: Immortals AU
This doubles as a good omens au (with Janus as Crowley and Patton as Aziraphale)
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the-sky-queen · 2 months
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Wow, what a lovely couple! I sure hope nothing bad happens to them.
(Some old art of Immortals.)
(. . . AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I wanna talk about it so bad.)
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writersrealmbts · 8 months
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We Could Be: Part 32 (Shrunk)
Description: In a world of magic, mortals, and immortals; seven souls are brought together, blah blah blah, It was their desire to show Seokjin just what “We Could Be”. Now if only the government would stop trying to mess with them.
Posting Date: 09/02/2023
Wordcount: Shrunk (1,560)
Tags: Magic Au, Ot7 bts, werewolves, werecats, vampires, nymphs, magic users, etc.
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Yoongi felt uncomfortable in his own skin, and he was craving milk, and everything just felt weird. He also really, really wanted his mom.
He snuggled closer to the warmth, grumbling about waking up and how he wanted to sleep for another decade.
The warmth chuckled at him. “Could you stop kneading my chest? Feels weird.”
Yoongi stilled, about to object.
But no.
He had been.
Why had he been doing that?
He groaned and opened his eyes, blinking blearily.
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miniongrin · 7 months
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Statute of Limitations (Immortals AU)
Wrote 800 words for an AU that’s been rotating in my brain for over a year that I still haven’t written, but I’m posting this anyway because I do what I want.
AU context, sparknotes edition: Ingo couldn’t get sent back directly to the future for timey-wimey reasons and spent 140 years immortal, chilling in the Coronet Highlands. Accidentally befriended/tamed/domesticated the feral cat of a man we know as Volo (also immortal) while he was waiting to catch up to the future and his twin. Now the Nimbasa trio has been reunited for over a year and Volo is the twins’ weird roommate and Elesa’s bitchiest bestie.
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“Hang on,” Elesa says one night, as they’re sitting around the twins’ living room eating Sinnoh takeout, two and a half hours and two-thirds of the way into an hour-long documentary on Hisui. They keep pausing to give Ingo and Volo the chance to expound on whatever topic the documentary didn’t have the time or information to elaborate on themselves; Ingo’s infodumping is familiar and comforting, while Volo’s is a bit of a surprise but hilariously bitchy. Even when the documentary gets things right. “Volo—you consulted on this? Historically?”
“That makes it sound like I did so fifty years ago,” Volo sniffs. “I was a historical consultant on the topic. Mostly by mail; by the time they were making this, Cynthia was a little too popular for me to go wandering around Sinnoh without a good excuse for looking like her fraternal twin.”
So, yes, but in fifty words instead of one. Cool. “You like… you got paid money for this? Is this your job?”
Volo makes an dismissive sound. “Yes, I got paid for it, but it’s not exactly reliable work, nor does it pay greatly. As a historian, the best money is in research grants, but those are a little hard to get a hold of without extensive history at a university, and my need to shuffle identities every decade or so did clash with the need to accumulate that sort of history.”
“…So, yes but no?”
Volo rolls his eyes at her. “Yes, but no.”
Elesa mulls over that. She doesn’t unpause the documentary just yet, because there’s a niggling question in her brain now—
“Do you have a job?” Emmet asks before she can. “You’re here a lot.”
Volo huffs, deciding to take offense in that catty way of his, so Elesa jumps in before letting him answer: “Dude, you’re clearly loaded, I have never once heard you say a thing about hopping back and forth between here and Sinnoh and plane tickets aren’t cheap. Frankly, neither is this apartment, and I’d be surprised if you’re just letting the twins pay for it all.”
Volo regards her shrewdly for a moment, then hums as his eyes slide away. “Don’t worry about it.”
That is the least satisfying answer on the planet. She and Emmet immediately turn to Ingo for answers.
“I do not worry about it,” Ingo says immediately.
Elesa and Emmet’s eyes meet. Weird, suspicious emphasis with no real answer. Hmmm.
“I am Emmet. Are we harboring a fucking criminal?” Emmet demands.
Volo sputters. “I beg your pardon? That’s your first assumption?”
“That’s not an answer,” Elesa points out, entertained. “He’s only going to get more suspicious the more you avoid giving one.”
“And you, of course, are virtuously on my side,” Volo mutters bitchily. “The disrespect! And here I thought we had something. A camaraderie, if you will—”
“It’s not like you’re a poacher, Ingo would worry about it a whole lot if that were the case,” Elesa interrupts him. “I can’t really imagine you beating someone up—”
“I can,” Emmet says.
“—without going full-on crazy eyes,” Elesa corrects herself. “So this hypothetical crime you may have committed and have definitely not denied committing is probably, y’know. Petty. Which fits, because you are a petty, petty bitch!”
“I,” Volo says with dignity, “am the classiest bitch any of you will ever meet.”
“I am the classiest bitch in this room, but nice try.”
“You’re all cutting-edge fashion and avant-garde, that’s not the same thing as class.”
Elesa gasps loudly in overblown offense. “You take that back!”
“Ladies, you are both pretty,” Emmet intones. “Ingo. Has Volo committed crimes? Yes or no.”
Ingo pinches the bridge of his nose. “He doesn’t have a valid birth certificate and yet has had a functional passport for decades despite being stuck at twenty-seven. Of course he’s committed crimes, we knew that already.”
“I am Emmet. I meant for money.”
Ingo shrugs and reaches for a new can of soda. “Well, that’s none of my business.”
“Ingo.”
“Look,” Volo sighs, “can any of you truthfully tell me that you’ve never talked to a particularly out-of-touch gentleman whose lone battling Pokémon is holding a useless nugget of gold worth more than everything you have on your person and thought, you know, I bet I have an island somewhere that I could sell this moron?”
There’s a beat of silence. Emmet snorts. Ingo puts a hand over his face that doesn’t hide the amused curl to the corner of his mouth.
Elesa cackles. “Oh dragons, you scam rich people for a living? I need to hear about this right now immediately. Story time! Funniest scam you’ve done, let’s go.”
“Accusing me of being a scam artist now?” Volo snips facetiously, but he’s smirking. “I will confess to nothing. …At least, not until I have the chance to check the statute of limitations for a few things.”
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jonvandernoorde · 4 months
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🌑 (for Jon~)
Jon watched with hooded eyes as Ala climbed into his bed. He reached over and led the smaller man closer before pressing a deep and hungry kiss to his mouth. "I've missed you beside me" he growled.
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starkeristheendgame · 2 years
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Uh-huh okay but what about an immortals AU where Tony and Peter are somewhat enemies across the ages and they keep trying (and succeeding) at killing each other but as the centuries pass they’re also slowly falling in love and its the perfect mixture of crack and enemies to lovers. Have we thought about that? No? Well, why the heck not?
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somestorythoughts · 1 year
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Immortal Leverage AU
If I keep getting enough random ideas for this I might have to write a proper fic.
“This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my clothes.” Eliot grumbles as he pulls off his molasses-drenched shirt on his way to the bathroom.
Hardison had made sure their headquarters had showers, partially for overnighters, partially for possibly needing to hideout here for a bit. He hadn’t thought of the “physically cleaning up after a messy job” aspect because physical mess is not his area of crime and he isn’t thinking about it now, because the only thought going through his head is “oh fuck he’s hot.”
It isn’t as if he didn’t know that. But there’s watching Eliot move with exceptional honed efficiency to take people out and then there’s seeing him shirtless however briefly and oh shit now he’s wondering what it’d be like to see him shirtless and fighting.
He’s occupied by that for a few minutes before he thinks “he doesn’t have scars.”
And that, that can’t be right. Someone in Eliot’s line of work would have to have a ton right? No one’s invincible, Eliot himself had told a few idiots that in Hardison’s hearing.
Maybe he’s wrong or was too distracted to notice. He does a bit of research on scar formation anyway.
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maknae-mess · 1 year
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wenrene + “Point the gun at me. What are you waiting for?”
“You know what? This is possibly the dumbest situation you’ve gotten yourself into.” 
“You say that and yet, you’re right here with me.” 
Irene lets out a haughty chuckle. “Well, someone has to save you.” 
Wendy whips her head to look at Irene, who has a smug look on her face. “I do NOT need you to save me.” She rolls her shoulders. “I can save myself.” 
Irene hums. “Say that to little miss princess over here.” 
The young princess Chaewon looks so confused at the two women who are dressed in black. They look like bodyguards, can fight like bodyguards, but something about their demeanor does not scream bodyguards. Wendy is dressed in a nice black leather jacket with a ripped gray tee and black jeans and combat boots, while Irene is dressed in a black blazer and black tank top and black skin tight leather pants and flat sneakers. 
“How did you even get into this--” 
“SHUT UP?!” The kidnapper screams as he holds up his rifle, still pointing it at Wendy. He has listened to the pair bicker since Irene came sauntering into their hideout. It was bad enough Wendy had suddenly showed up mid transport. “HOW DID YOU GET HERE?” 
His frantic yelling causes Irene and Wendy to send each other a glance. They know that he’s lost control of the situation. Irene stares at Wendy pointedly.
How do you want to get out of this?
I haven’t thought that far. 
Irene rolls her eyes at Wendy’s readable expression. “After all these centuries,” she shakes her head. “Hey, kidnapper,” she casually addresses with a tilt of her nose. “Point your gun at me. What are you waiting for?” 
Wendy’s eyes go comically wide. “Excuse me?” Even the kidnapper stares in disbelief because Irene’s tone isn’t pleading to save the love of her life, she sounds rather bored.
“I said someone has to save you,” Irene repeats herself rather arrogantly. She stands up straight. “I can take the bullet this time.” There’s a smug look on her face. “Again.”
Wendy scoffs in disbelief. “Oh, shut up, I can take the bullet this time. You really act as if I need saving all of the time.” 
Irene shrugs. “You’re a princess, you always need saving.” Wendy is about to argue when--
“I SAID SHUT UP! WHY DO YOU KEEP BICKERING?” The kidnapper yells in distress and suddenly the rifle goes off with a loud BANG.
Irene flinches at the loud sound and sharp tear in her skin. “OW!” She grabs the bleeding hole in her stomach. 
“Unnie!” Wendy yells, startled that the kidnapper actually shot Irene. 
Irene groans as she looks at the blood on her hand from her wound. “God, he used a full metal jacket.” She glares at him. “You’re military AND you’re kidnapping the princess?” She looks offended at him and turns to Wendy. “I’m not letting him go alive.” She holds up her fists and rushes towards the kidnapper.
Wendy grimaces. “NO! Jagiya, we are not killing anyone this century!” 
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nerdzewordart · 2 years
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When self care day just happens to line up with the day you’re babysitting wangxian’s latest kid
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nellasbookplanet · 2 years
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You know what would be cool? Beauyasha immortals au.
I'm thinking Yasha, stuck under Obann, killing and dying for him again and again and again, unable to escape even in death. Yasha, knowing she fled Zuala's execution to save herself, only to realize she would’ve been impossible to kill had she stayed. Yasha comming to think this immortality is nothing but a curse, a punishment for her cowardice.
And then Obann has her kill Beau, and Beau comes back. Beau, who has wandered alone and confused, not knowing what she is or what her purpose is, finally finding an equal in the woman who kills her. Beau not knowing whether Yasha is a blessing or a curse, friend or enemy, but that she is undeniably drawn to her. Yasha regaining a bit of spark in thinking that, maybe, this time she can save someone. Them learning together that their immortality is neither blessig nor curse, and finding purpose and redemption in each other.
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starryhmh · 1 year
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 未定事件簿 | Tears of Themis (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lu Jinghe | Marius von Hagen/Main Character | Qiangwei | Rosa Characters: Lu Jinghe | Marius von Hagen, Main Character | Qiangwei | Rosa (Tears of Themis) Additional Tags: mentions of past life, Reincarnation, Immortals, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Romance, Getting Together, Fairy Rosa, Dragon Lu Jinghe | Marius von Hagen, Love Confessions, Not Beta Read Summary:
He is originally content with staying by himself, alone, for hundreds and thousands of years. It had been like this for a long time…
Until she lands in his world.
“No matter how many tragedies we go through,” Rosa says, with a teasing smile, “it must be fate that we are meeting again. That incident is a mere obstacle in our long lives— how could it keep me away from my love?”
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the-sky-queen · 1 month
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In light of the TMOM news, I'm going to talk about something that's been on my mind for a while: The inspiration TMOM was to me.
Early into my introduction to Sonic, I came across many fancomics. TMOM, Children's Play and Teen's Play, GOTF, to name just a few. I was hooked! I wanted so badly to join in on the fun, to have a fancomic of my own that people knew me for. Taking inspiration from those three I mentioned, I started brainstorming.
That's how I came up with my Immortals AU.
Honestly, you can kinda tell how much TMOM influenced it. The Triple S Trio are brothers. There's magic and stuff. It's not hard to look at Cadeyrn and see how Zielo influenced his design. I originally planned to make Immortals a comic, but I can see now that I couldn't do that to save my life. After fiddling around with it, I decided to rework the story and officially write it as a fic. (Still working on that. Hopefully it'll happen eventually.)
All this to say, TMOM means a lot to me. It inspired me to start Immortals, which eventually led into all my other AUs that you guys know and love today. TMOM might never officially conclude, but it'll always have a special place in my heart, and the hearts of all its fans.
So thank you, Gigi, and everyone at the Zielo Cave.
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writersrealmbts · 5 months
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We Could Be: (Home) 34
Description: In a world of magic, mortals, and immortals; seven souls are brought together, blah blah blah, It was their desire to show Seokjin just what “We Could Be”. Now if only the government would stop trying to mess with them.
Posting Date: 11/20/2023
Wordcount: (1,491)
Tags: Magic Au, Ot7 bts, werewolves, werecats, vampires, nymphs, magic users, etc.
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Seokjin looked over the others with worry gnawing at his stomach.
Taehyung and Yoongi were still shifted, which meant they weren’t really ready to be human yet, which meant Seokjin hadn’t been able to explain what he had in mind yet.
Already the stone around them seemed to be vibrating with this idea of pleasing him. Of bending to his will.
This cave was old, and thrumming with magic. Magic older than most people.
“Hyung, you look nervous,” Namjoon whispered, sitting down beside him.
Seokjin sighed and reached out, rubbing Namjoon’s neck. “Just…trying not to get antsy while we wait for the other two to…get in better headspace.”
Namjoon nodded, leaning into the touch.
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