A mighty creature of flight and fire haunts the jagged cliffs of The Reach, a beast that the Forsworn fear and barely dare whisper of, and which none alive know the origins of. Dragons are not the only monsters to terrorize the land and air of Skyrim.[Gore/Graphic Death/Violence Warning]
He had no such excuses to explain why he couldn't have saved La-… his friend, if only he'd tried a little harder; acted a little faster; been a little smarter. Allen should have at least been there at the end, so that he would've died seeing the face of a friend at his side, not those god damn, ravenous monsters. [Oneshot spin-off of another fic] [Character death] [Major angst]
[Co-Writ]Allen Walker, an Assassin reputed as the "White Demon", is hiding in Constantinople after fleeing Italy following a betrayal by some of his fellow assassins, when a friend from his childhood that disappeared ten years ago suddenly shows up again out of the blue to meet him, long after Allen gave up hope of ever seeing him again. {Yullen}{Laven}
After being taken in and shown compassion when no one else would, he would do anything to repay his older brother, even if it meant breaking taboo to bring back the man's younger sister and defying the Gods' will.[Sort-of retelling]
[Co-Writ] Allen Walker and Lavi Bookman are two survivors of the Infection that is slowly deteriorating humankind and civilization a little more every day, with no hope for a cure or end of it in sight. They still have a number of trusted people at their side and the safety of a quarantine zone seperating them from the Infected... but not for much longer.[Last of Us/Zombie AU]
Suddenly Allen seems to think his friends and the Order are his enemies out to kill him, no longer the kind, gentle soul any of them remember instead cold and murderous towards all of them; and no one has any explanation why. Everyone is determined to uncover what happened & convince Allen that none of his suspicions or accusations are true...but is that really the case? Dark!Allen
Allen Walker, an unusual albino teen, is apprenticed to an aristocrat in the city of Solitude, running fetch-errands and being sold out to entertain at special parties and festivities as a popular Jester. The sudden assassination of his Master and a mysterious threatening letter left behind leaves him wondering as to the culprit, and sends him looking for answers.
"Well, look on the bright side. At least the bandit that captured and is probably going to give you a long, slow death via horrible torture is very good looking." [Skyrim AU] {Laven} {Mild LavixLenalee} Dragonborn!Allen, Dragon!Noahs
[Based off the Fanfic "Nightfall" written by Le'Letha] Hiccup and Toothless have always freed their nest-mates from Viking traps, but recently several have been captured alive and carefully unharmed. They don't know what the Viking trappers want from their captive kin, but they know it's something strange, and probably something bad.
"GET OUT! I HATE YOU! I HATE POKEMON!" She screeched, as she chased them out of her room, slamming the door and sliding to the floor. She hugged her Vulpix and Eevee close as tears streamed down her face, the pain in her leg renewed, and sobbed. "You two are the only good pokemon. The only ones I can rely on". Mostly B/W OC fic. Somewhat dark.