Would die to hear about the slayer one, anything with the jean jacket verse, and/or the one that has ghost in the title (sorry im on mobile i can't see the post lol) !!
a slayer AU snipped for you! (you can find another one here and here)
She thinks she hears laughter over the deep bass of the cave shaking itself apart, but she doesn’t have the chance to pinpoint where it’s coming from before a crack splits the ground open to her left and a creature the size of an SUV flies out, a fiery yellow streak across the cave’s high ceiling.
“What the fuck?” she repeats, rotating in place to keep her eyes on the creature’s trajectory and raising her ax to the ready.
“Who the fuck,” she hears Hawaiian Shirt correct. “This is Gama, I believe. Sworn protector of the knowledge you seek.”
She starts to ask how he knows any of this, but a car-sized bird with boundless black eyes and a red-tipped beak lands in front of her, taking precedence.
She can do this. Can’t be that much harder than her trig homework, she just has to—
The bird swipes at her with clawed feet the size of her head, and she narrowly avoids getting slashed by jumping backward. She trips over a rock as she goes and has to flail a second to maintain her balance.
“Watch out,” Hawaiian Shirt says, voice seeming to come from the ceiling itself.
Devi doesn’t have time for more than a growl of reproach before the bird is leaning in and screaming in her face. The noise hits her with all the impact of a physical wall, sending her stumbling several steps back.
Nostrils flaring, she steadies herself and then screams back.
Hawaiian Shirt has the audacity to laugh.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Devi says, and she’s pretty sure she’s talking to the bird. She swings her ax with as much force as she can muster, and it pings off the bird’s beak, making it shriek again, this time in pain.
While it’s distracted, she dives forward, looking to put herself in the open middle of the cavern instead of easily backed against the wall. She doesn’t put enough momentum behind the action, though, and her shoulder rolls at an unpleasant angle over some debris. She lands with an oof flat on her back, still close enough to the bird that she could reach out and touch its forked tail feathers.
“Pretty sure the claws secrete poison,” Hawaiian Shirt is saying from his hiding place as the very talons in question come slicing through the air, intent on pinning Devi to the ground. “If the legends are to be believed anyway.”
“Are you shitting me?” Devi asks no one in particular, rolling out of range as fast as she can.
She’s going to kill Kamala. A whole ten minutes on the species of mushroom that can grow in this cave system, but not so much as a whisper about a giant demon bird with poisonous talons? Good-for-nothing Watcher.
