In my head, the Evil Dead au would go a little something like:
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When Roier finally pulls himself out of the shower, the cabin is silent save for the faint scratching of the record player from the other room. The record itself must have run out while he was distracted, whoops. He hopes Cellbit isn't too annoyed at him.
So Roier is quick to dress, and he's up to his shirt when he realizes, oh no! It's Cellbit's shirt! Just a bit small on him, small enough to make Roier's muscles really pop out. Just the way Cellbit likes.
He winks at himself in the mirror before unlocking the bathroom door and opening it. He shivers at the sudden cold- Cellbit must've finally found the air conditioning panel. Fucking finally, it was hot in the bedroom earlier.
"Gatinhoooo!" Roier moans, throwing his head back dramatically. "Dónde estás?"
He walks into the cabin's main room, and-
"May the blood of the plenty fuel the forsaken souls of us few," the record abruptly says.
Roier jumps and swears, pressing his hand to his chest. He stares at the record- now silent again.
Slowly, he relaxes, shoulders slumping as he looks about the room.
"Cellbit?" he calls.
He frowns. It's a one-room cabin, what the fuck? Where did he go? Back to the car?
The record skips. "When the oceans ran red with blood, the world was full of what we now call the living dead."
Roier shivers. Ugh, creepy much? Maybe it's a good thing he missed out on the whole 'listen to the supposedly-cursed audiobook of the damned' thing. He loves his boyfriend, but this is a bit much.
Suddenly much less happy than he was a second ago, Roier huffs and turns the record player off.
"Cellbit," he says, "this isn't funny. Where are you?"
The room is still empty. There's no other room in the cabin- it's just this one big huge room and the crummy bathroom, and that's it. And with the car stuck in the mud down the road, there's nowhere Cellbit could be besides that creepy-ass basement or the toolshed out in the woods. And Roier does not want to go out there, not this late at night.
It's as he's sulking his way to their bed that he notices the curtains fluttering over one of the windows, the one closest to the record player and the chair Cellbit was sitting on when Roier had gone in to shower. But the windows were all boarded up when they arrived. For the weather.
Confusedly, Roier makes his way to the curtain. He pulls it back and sees... nothing. Just the woods outside.
And a big, splintered hole in the center of the window, bloody glass shards sticking out from behind the equally-bloody remains of the wooden boards.
Roier yelps and drops the curtain, skittering backwards and slipping on-
"And when the dead shall return, they will go for the wicked first, for they shall be the easiest to convert to their cause."
Roier's head snaps towards the record player as he tries to catch his balance. Its static is loud, almost as loud as the beating of his own heart. What the fuck?
Swallowing a growing lump in his throat, Roier looks down to see what he had slipped on, and he sees...
"Oh," he weakly say.
He crouches and picks up Cellbit's glasses. He holds them in both hands, biting his lip nervously as he takes in the cracks in the glass and the... and the blood across one of the lenses.
"The second to go shall be the mortal, for they shall be the easiest to kill. The dead's ranks will swell like the rising tide, and it shall be glorious."
And then he hears it from outside, a quiet whisper. A whimper, even, pained and pitiful and all too unpleasantly familiar.
"Guapito?"
Roier's eyes snap to the window. The curtain has been blown aside by the wind, and there he is. Cellbit. Right in the window with his hair plastered to his head pathetically like a cat stuck in the rain.
But it isn't raining.
But this is Cellbit.
So Roier carefully approaches, clearly hesitant, and that's fine, okay?
"I think I want to go home," Roier says.
Cellbit pouts. "What? Why? We just got here!"
Oh, why does he have to be so cute?
This is. Weird. Bad. Weird.
The record skips. And then it says, "The end of days will not come in a storm. It will come as gently as a lover through the window..."
Cellbit glares at the record player. "Shut up!"
The record stops.
With a cheesy grin, Cellbit slumps against the window, his arm propped up on the sharpened edges without a care. He leans his cheek against his arm, pleasantly ignoring the fresh blood dripping down his arm.
Roier, frankly, stares. His grip on Cellbit's glasses tightens, and he backs up a step.
"Ignore them." Cellbit rolls his eyes. "Come here, guapito, they don't know what they're talking about."
"I don't knooow, it sounded pretty sure..." Roier awkwardly says. He laughs, unsure, and he stops completely when Cellbit laughs with him in a voice that probably isn't his. Probably?
He glances at the record player, and then back to Cellbit, and then back to the room when he hears a sudden crashing noise from the bathroom.
"Will you marry me?" Cellbit asks.
"What?" Roier faces him incredulously. "Now?"
Cellbit shrugs. "Why not?"
"I mean, yeah, but-"
"Yes?"
Cellbit's eyes light up... literally. Bright blue, and in a way that's probably beautiful to, like, a moth, but not a Roier because what the fuck what the fuck what the fu-
Roier can't help the little scream that escapes him as Cellbit pulls himself up and drags himself through the window, bringing him into the light for the first time since- since he-
"What's wrong?" Cellbit asks, head cocked at a dangerous angle. It's hanging off of his head, barely hanging on by a literal thread. His legs are mangled- his jeans shredded and his skin red and slick and wet and his bones and his-
Roier covers his mouth with a hand to keep himself from vomiting. Because one of Cellbit's arms is turned backwards, and that arm has a hand turned the right way around, and that hand is holding a little white ring, and that ring is the same color as the bone sticking out of Cellbit's knee awkwardly.
He skitters backwards, tripping over the rug and falling right onto his ass. Fuck.
"Guapito?" Cellbit frowns. "What's wrong?"
Only he doesn't speak it. His mouth doesn't move.
The record player skips and repeats the question, this time in a much less concerned tone of voice.
"Ooooh," Cellbit gasps, this time with his mouth. He raises both hands and sets his head on straight, wiggling it slightly for grip.
Seemingly happy with himself, he grins- sharp teeth stained black with his own blood. "That better?"
"What the fuck, Cellbit?" Roier chokes out. He likes to think of himself as a badass, but this?
Cellbit shambles closer, and then he crouches next to Roier and takes his hand gently in both of his.
"I promise it won't hurt," he promises, and Roier only has half a second to wonder what the fuck that's supposed to mean before Cellbit laughs with a dozen voices in one and he grabs Roier by the throat and he squeezes.
Roier drops Cellbit's glasses to the floor in his panic, his hands scrambling to try and push his dead boyfriend away but he can't see and he can't breathe and there are lips on his and there are teeth and they're biting and-
"No!" he screeches, and he manages to grab Cellbit's head by the hair and he fucking rips it off.
Cellbit's body goes limp, collapsing over Roier oozing blood onto his- Cellbit's shirt.
Roier looks up at Cellbit's head, out of breath and wide-eyed and crying sobbing panicking confused-
Cellbit frowns. "What the fuck, man?"
Roier screams and throws his boyfriend's head across the cabin. He cringes as he hears Cellbit swear in Portuguese. He watches Cellbit's body push itself up off of him and crawl its way blindly to its head.
He stands, and he slams the cabin door open, and he fucking runs.
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I saw a recent reblog you did where you listed some fic recs and then tagged with your fic preferences, which are pretty much my own, favoring canon compliance fics where they're angel/demon (though I have read some 'temporarily human' AUs I've liked). Do you have a collected rec list? Or any more recs you might toss out? Thanks so much!
Oh gosh yes.
I’m going to assume you have already explored the other fics bu the authors in the first rec post I made- everything by @redfacesmiley, @books-and-omens , @racketghost , and Drawlight/ripeteeth is a stunner. Also dig through equestrianstatue and @darcylindbergh for real gems.
When I’m reading I find a fic I like, dig through all the author’s other fics, then look at the author’s bookmarks because I figure if they wrote something I like that much, they saved things I’ll like too.
Fell free to dig through my AO3 bookmarks- they are completely unorganized and I bookmark things I want to read later or think I might want to read again, basicly anything I might want to find again- so I haven’t even read all of them. BUT! Here are some more of THOSE FICS for me:
It's Funny Because Nobody Ever Says “Burkina Faso” by indieninja92
TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP!!!!
So funny omg. Azi is just DONE and I am here for it. It’s a locked fic to AO3 accounts so I’m not sure if the link will work-
What I shed for You by @darcylindbergh
This fic- this freakin fic!! I did not think I would ever go for a fic that was NOT azicrow but oh my god this one is so good.
But You My Dear Are An Ocean by megzseatle
After nursing his broken heart, Crowley moves on. He gets a cottage and relocates to South Downs to start over, and finds himself beloved in a small town where the people take him under their (proverbial) wing. His new friends are in no mood for charity when his ex shows back up- while Crowley might be able to forgive Az, the townspeople have a harder time with the bastard that broke dear Anthony’s heart.
If I’ve had a bad day and need to cheer up, I read this book! Omens sweet story.
…And if I’m in an emotionally stable place I will read this angsty heartbreaker. So beautiful, just so good.
Idiot/ Guts (and a load of Warbirgon’s Farmhouse White) / Ellipsis by @theyellowestmustard
A little slice of perfect right here.
I also love outsider POV criptids of soho stories- here are two good ones, one set in a coffee shop and one in a bakery.
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Maybe some of the government assigned catboy au bc I'm obsessed, possibly with some spiderbit but it's up to you!!! :D
Cellbit hasn’t left the bathroom in almost an hour, and Roier is kinda starting to get worried. Because he’s only been out of that Federation facility for a couple of hours, and he had asked Roier to come by his new castle to ask about… something, something that Roier can’t remember because it’s been so fucking long since he arrived.
Maybe Cellbit’s dead.
Oh, God, maybe Cellbit is dead.
Roier has been lounging on Cellbit’s bed scrolling through Instagram, but he quickly abandons his phone and rolls off the bed and onto the floor, and then he stands and lowkey, kind of, absolutely runs to the bathroom door.
He knocks on it hesitantly. “Gatin- Cellbit? Are you okay?”
Because maybe Cucurucho took him back, maybe he snuck in through- through the window! And he stole Cellbit away and brainwashed him and took away his engagement donut and-
The door swings open, revealing a very morose Cellbit and two very, very nicked and cut ears.
“Oh,” says Roier.
He tries not to stare at the white streak now in his… fiancé’s(!!!) hair, but he still can’t quite tear his eyes away from the cat ears. He knows that Cellbit doesn’t blame him, because at least he isn’t rubbing it in like Maxo did when he first saw them, but it probably isn’t helping.
Because Cellbit disappeared with two very human ears, and now they’re gone and in their place on the top of his head are two fluffy lil’ cat ears the same color as the streak in his hair. Now, though, they’re speckled with red and brown, and their fur is matted with water and blood.
“Oh, Cellbit,” Roier sighs.
He pulls Cellbit into a hug, not too offended when Cellbit doesn’t immediately hug back. He is surprised by the furry tail wrapping itself around his torso, but said tail is quickly snatched by its owner and held to the side.
“Could be worse,” Cellbit mumbles. Roier can feel Cellbit’s rueful grin burning into the side of his neck, brand new fangs and all. “They could have given me whiskers, too.”
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