#and as a combat duo? NEARLY UNMATCHED

[nozomijoestar]

Me & who

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

i had an idea pop up in my head and it made my brain itchy, so i wrote it

Humanity's Strongest | Levi Canonverse Drabble

✧ word count ➼ < 700 ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, rewrite of a s1 scene, combat medic!reader

The gates to the middle ring opened and roughly 30 soldiers strolled into the ring on horses. Some rode alone and other horses were dragging in carts of supplies and wounded soldiers. The wounded soldiers had a wide range of injuries, with some having minor bite wounds and others missing multiple limbs. Fighting the Titans was not a glorious battle that people envied. Even the thought of leaving the wall was terrifying.

Every time the scouts of the Survey Corps returned, they found a mass of villagers on the sidelines eagerly waiting for them. Some were kids that were fascinated by the prospect of being a scout and battling Titans, others were families anxiously waiting to see if their loved one had survived. 

“Hey look, it’s Captain Levi of the scouts! They say he’s equal to an entire brigade! There’s a reason why they call him Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.”

“Tch,” he scoffed as he glared at the villagers, speaking under his breath. “Shut up.”

Captain Levi Ackermann was consistently hailed as “Humanity’s Strongest Soldier”. He had nearly 100 solo-kills of Titans and an uncountable number of assists. It was said that he alone was able to clear out an entire cluster of invading Titans on his own without sustaining any injuries. There wasn’t a day that passed in which he didn’t receive praise for his accomplishments. He had unmatched skill and no one was able to doubt it—and he absolutely hated it.

It was true that he was strong. It was true that his skills were unmatched. He knew all of that. From the very beginning of him joining the Scouts, he had risen the ranks and even invented his own unique method of battling the Titans. There was no one the commander trusted more to fight the Titans. He knew all of that. He worked hard to achieve that. However, as a result, everyone, including his comrades around him, only saw him as a weapon instead of a person. If he showed any sign of weakness or emotion, any type of respect that he had garnered would wither away like dust. To them, he wasn’t a person. He was an idol to be memorialized and a weapon to unsheathe when the threat of the Titans approached.

“You know they don’t know any better,” you whispered next to him, riding along next to him.

“About what?”

“You give them hope,” you responded, looking at him with a subtle, brief smile.

It was rare to find Levi without you around. Part of that was because you were on the same squad, but a bigger part of that was because of your background. Having grown up and joined the Scouts together, you and Levi Ackermann were a duo commonly found on the battlefield, although your tasks were vastly different from each other.

You sighed and looked towards the wagon of injured soldiers. Although you were well-built, you were not a fighter. Rarely did you ever find yourself having a primary duty of slaying Titans. Your job was to try to maximize the amount of soldiers that could make it safely home. You were one of the primary reasons that the Scouts' survival rates had dramatically increased, but even you could not save everyone.

The cart full of wounded soldiers was an abrasive reminder of that.

“Man, if they knew how fussy you were, they wouldn’t look at you with such admiration,” Hange said towards Levi with a grin.

A scowl appeared on Levi’s face at Hange’s comment. It didn’t feel like admiration. The villager’s comments felt like an insult. No one really knew who Levi Ackermann was, other than a Titan-killing machine. He wished the villagers knew about his fussiness. At least, then they would objectify him a little less. He had the terrible instinct that told him that if he ever lost his ability to fight, that suddenly any respect or admiration he gets from the villagers, and even his comrades, would disappear—all except for one person: you.

[neonravengames]

Can you tell us more about the dancing fighting style that Jeyra and the fae use? Is it rare for humans to learn it?

Valethra, meaning "Flow of Life" in the Fae tongue, is the ancient and highly revered fighting style practiced by the most elite Fae warriors. Known for its grace, fluidity, and precision, it is more than just a combat technique—it is a physical expression of the Fae's deep connection to their land, ancestors, and the natural world. Every movement in Valethra is carefully calculated and perfectly timed, with each strike, parry, and counter flowing seamlessly into the next. Its emphasis is not on brute strength but agility, elegance, and the ability to turn one's body into a weapon through sheer skill and control.

At its core, Valethra relies on the Fae's connection to the Weave, a subtle and pervasive magical network that links all Fae. The Weave allows Fae to faintly sense the emotions, movements, and intentions of others. This connection enhances their ability to move in tandem, creating a natural synchronization that makes them formidable opponents when fighting alongside one another. In battle, squads of Fae warriors connected through the Weave move almost as though they can anticipate each other's actions before they happen. It’s not telepathy—but more like a shared understanding, a flow of magic and training that allows them to fight as a cohesive unit.

However, Valethra reaches its true potential when paired with the Aevira—a sacred blood bond formed between two Fae who have undergone a ritual known as the Binding of Souls. Unlike the Weave, which connects all Fae, the Aevira is a personal and unbreakable link that binds two people in ways beyond the ordinary (even by Fae standards). This bond allows them to share emotions, thoughts, physical sensations, and even a more profound sense of each other's will and intent (even across distances, though it weakens to eventual silence the farther separated the duo is). When bonded in the Aevira, warriors move in perfect harmony, each anticipating the other's actions as if they were extensions of their bodies. Their movements are instinctive as if they share a single mind—a rare and powerful synergy that elevates them to unparalleled combat effectiveness.

When two Fae share the Aevira in battle, they become more than allies; they become an inseparable force of will. Their movements are so in tune that they can anticipate each other’s every move, with the bond heightening their senses and reactions in ways the Weave alone cannot. In contrast to the Weave’s broad, communal connection, the Aevira creates a personal and exclusive union that makes them nearly invincible together—an ultimate union of blood, mind, and magic.

However, the Aevira bond is not without its cost. If one of the blood partners dies, the survivor is left with a deep and unbearable loss. The pain is felt as though part of their very soul has been torn away, and many survivors are left emotionally shattered, unable to continue fighting or even living. (In some intense bonds, the death of one member has killed the other) Aevira, while powerful, makes the loss devastating.

Jeyra has mastered Valethra despite being human (one of only a trio in history). Known for her speed, precision, and deadly efficiency in battle, Jeyra's ability to move with the grace of the Fae results from years of disciplined training, honed during her time serving as emissary to the Fae. She has adopted elements of the Fae fighting style and made it her own, blending her human strength with the fluidity of Valethra. Though she does not fight with an Aevira bond partner, Jeyra’s combat prowess is unmatched, and she uses the style to outmaneuver and overwhelm opponents, especially in one-on-one duels. It is said that she moves as though she can anticipate her enemies' actions before they even make them, a skill that has earned her respect across the kingdom and amongst the Fae who faced her during the war. While her movements might seem instinctual to those who watch, they are the result of years of rigorous training and a near-obsessive dedication, something she is trying to instill in MC.

[sammy-deserves-better]

Hello silly little total drama fans that live on my phone, it’s time I elaborate on one of my many au’s

The axelle spy au! Yippee!!!

So, basically, Axel works at a spy agency, obviously. She’s one of the best spies they’ve got, always successful with her operations and gets the job done good.

One day, Axel’s called in, she’s told she has to take a new recruit under her wing, honestly Axel doesn’t know how to feel.

Then she meets Nichelle, and immediately, Axel is mortified because the poor newbie has nearly destroyed the training grounds.

So, there’s a whole beginners training montage and at first, Axel and Nichelle do not like each other, Axel doesn’t like how…bad Nichelle is at this, and Nichelle doesn’t appreciate Axel’s snarky comments and somewhat harsh leadership.

Yadda yadda, their first mission goes down and it’s nearly a disaster, they barely get their objective, the building nearly blows up, Nichelle nearly got shot twice and Axel is mentally thinking that she’s never going to survive this…

Then Nichelle, who has just survived a lot for her first mission, cracks a joke, to ease the tension, just a little, and Axel just breaks into a fit of laughter.

Things get better for the duo, Axel understands that while Nichelle is not the best at combat, she makes for an AMAZING actress, Nichelle learns to appreciate Axel’s quirks and training regime.

The missions pass by smoothly, their synergy is unmatched, Nichelle gets better and better and Axel can’t help but feel so proud!

And now it’s time for everyone’s favourite part, the fake dating to get into an important gala event. They see each other for the first time in their formal outfits and just stop to stare, Nichelle nearly swoons over Axel in her suit and Axel looks incredibly flustered at the sight of Nichelle in a beautiful dress.

They get one dance in, don’t worry, and that dance makes one of them (Nichelle) realise their romantic feelings for the other. It’s a fun realisation and definitely will not result in any kind of angst. Trust me.

Aaaaaaand that’s about as far as I’ve thought, if y’all wanna add suggestions go ahead, it’s just another silly au of mine

[chaoswillfallrpg]

JAE MULCIBER is THIRTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a DEFENSE BARRISTER in THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT at THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC. He looks remarkably like KIM WOO BIN and considers himself aligned with THE DEATH EATERS. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

TW: death, murder, abuse, violence

Calculated and brash, Jae Mulciber is the taste of hundred galleons worth of champagne, a catalyst of destruction and the cold edge of an executioner’s blade; decisive and callous determining the fate of victims with one fateful blow. The second born to KYUNG MULCIBER and YEONG YANG, Jae glowed in his parents' affection as they primped him to raise the Mulciber name into defying glory. Hidden in the secluded mountains of The Lake District, enchanted barriers secluded the family from unwelcome prying eyes. Gothic and grand, the manor was envied amongst Pure-Blood elite for it’s grandeur. Gargoyles kept a luring protective gaze on the prinimator, while towering family portraits adorned embossed walls cast in crystal chandeliers. Resilient, powerful and dynamic with exuberant wealth enough for generations to come; the Muclibers possessed a deep rooted sense of entitlement. Basking in status, the name Mulciber was a feared household name for it’s powerful ties to darkness. Souls matching demons, they snarled at Half-Bloods and Mudblood’s alike, batting them into anguish, with a superior god complex. Molded into assassins of torment by the guiding hand of the devil himself; purist rhetoric was laced in their lives from dusk till dawn. Breeding internal misery, Jae and his older sister ERIS were taught not what beauty magic held but rather what power. Snarled voiced echoed like piercing sirens around the garden’s grounds, poisoning any innocence the children held into pure vile vulgarity. A villainous snarl to accompany his bite, Kyung’s teachings were relentless and traitorous;  enough to make even the Thestral’s kept on their ground quiver. 

Concealing their illegal devastation with unregistered Gregorovitch wands, they harnessed darkness while slipping through the grasps of the law. The first born, Eris became the personification of the goddess of chaos; striking strife with the Cruciatus curse. Jae however took akin to the killing curse; Avarda Kadavra. Harsh, blunt, direct, it’s simplicity and dictating hand grew like a disease in Jae’s hand; graving it’s power. United in misery, the troublesome duo relentlessly tormenting house elves in a plight of their own self-satisfaction. Reveling in screams, elves who disobeyed fell victim to Eris, only once she’d had her fun did Jae put them out of their misery with one swish flick. Cast as the spawn of Satan, they revealed in the misery they inflicted and danced in the praise their parents bestowned who beamed with pride from the shadows at the little demons they’d created. Running on gasoline, as years passed, connections faded. Once thriving in destruction throwing hexes at one another with childish glee, glowering glances turned their relationship sour as Eris grew green with envy watching Jae became his father’s right hand. Though praise nor glory was fated in the cards for the Muclibers as heartbreak shattered a distorted reality. LARKIN MULCIBER, a mistake and tarnish on the family legacy brewed devastation. Causing their mother’s last breath with his first, YEONG passed leaving piercing darkness behind. Lace as black as night hid silent tears of fury burning into Eris’ cheeks, while the stench of alcohol on their father’s breath bit as he dismissed elves hushing Larkin’s wails of tears with bitter hatred. While Eris grew spiteful, Jae grew dependable and divisive; possessing an anger so vile it could burn cities to the ground.

While he left the Mulciber name growing in the pits of hell, Durmstrung was Jae’s doing. Persistent in his acts of cruelty, his wit and suave became his hallmark. Thriving, he followed in his sister's legacy as notoriously volatile. His charm lured in the unsuspecting; leaving them vulnerable at his diposble. Few families held the reputation of the Mucliber’s. A name that echoed for centuries, their family legacy was unmatched. Each member as vile as the next, Jae dominated the school with a devilish grin, slicked back hair and a charmed charisma that left even the strongest of witches falling at his feet. Arrogant in his pride, he rose like a phoenix from his mother’s ashes. Dominating and unforgiving, his popularity left him ruling the school with a gang as equally notorious for their power and cruelty. Enthralled by his father’s guiding words to gather strong connections to benefit them when THE DARK LORD’S world came to fruition, Jae entrusted only those equally despicable to his side. NYX FALKOV was a witch with powerful wandless magic rivaling even his own as she poisoned minds and played fiddle to no man, while OSIRIS NOTT held a somber disposition but whose combat skills could leave any quivering at his feet. Rioting the night they reigned like hell furies, encouraged by classmates and tutors alike for their sickafance and talent for the dark arts. Graduating with shining medals of honour to his name, Jae’s intellect and ambition for glory reigned. Hungry for power, he strode in his father’s footsteps; knowing his position could claim him leverage and a dominating hand in any room. 

Filled with aristocratic politicians who aimed to benefit themselves, though Jae held little interest in the justice of Wizengamot, he saw value in it’s disgrace. Week after week he watched the meek, vulnerable and pathetic plead their innocence despite their guilt. Their insolence was intolerable to him; but presented the perfect opportunity. Cunning as the devil and twice as pretty, Jae turned his hand to Law and became a defence barrister with hopes to become of use in The Dark Lord’s schemes. Safeguarding those with less than savoury natures, Jae’s was untouchable as he pleaded cases for those with horror’s hidden in their eyes. Slick defenses became his hall card as he unshackled the guilty and spared them from the likes of Azkaban and The Dementors kiss. Owl’s piled high from villainous figures pleading for their freedom were hand chosen by him for whom he deemed useful in his game of chess. One witch that found his behavior despicable was NAMARI NGUYEN, an auror with bold gumption; if Jae was the executioner, Namari was the liberator. Openly scorning him for endangering civilians by setting the guilty free, criminals passed through his doors captured by her only to be proven innocent. Taking entertainment in her displeasure, as their heated rivalry grew, Jae found himself only wanting to toy with her more. Love, they say, toys a fine parallel line to hatred. Their passionate disagreements turned to scandalous moments hidden behind locked doors with scattered papers. Opposites, while their values often classed; their blood and families aligned. Unionship encouraged by both sides, their love was in spite of odds; united in marriage after nearly seven years since they first quarreled.

Jae’s motives, however, were more complex. The hand of one of the most trusted Auror’s was a wealthy commodity and perfect mask of corruption; for who would suspect the husband of a senior officer? Destroying evidence to hide atrocities accumulating from the rising power of the Death Eater’s, his glory was finally coming to fruition. Though when villains crumble, it’s always that much more crippling. Sipping a fire whiskey on rocks in a heated political debate between his father and his new companion - ARA YI-; laughed at the state of the Ministry under the hands of MILLICENT. Though when Kyung went to check on his girlfriend after she’d excused herself, frantic alarmed shouts disrupted the silence. Alerted to join his father, Jae’s eyes befell a large serpent luring in the shadows of the room. Swift brash action, a twisted hand and a hissed ‘Avada Kedavra’ left the creature cold. Only, to their horror, as the scaly beast morphed into a petite woman did they realise it wasn’t a creature at all, but Ara; a Maledictus unknown to them. But before Kyung and Jae could utter a word, a scream of horror erupted from Namari who’d just returned home. Horrified, her gaze once loving darked before his eyes. With panicked words of informing the ministry, she fled for her wand. Barely a whisper of a hair from her grasp, before ‘Avada Kedavra’ cut through the air like a guillotine, harsh, brutish and soul destroying; leaving her cold as stone on the marble floor. A shiver in the air, Jae looked upon his wife’s corpse with tight sadness; death having left his lips from selfish fear of his own fate before he’d even gabbled the consequences. The soul of his love destroyed in a plight to save his own; unaware that he too would die with her.

Masquerading murders, Sectumsempra replicated the attack of the late BOOKER, leading blame to ‘infamous killer’ SILAS CRUMP. Assured by Kygung that Jae’s mistakes would aid in The Dark Lord’s biddings. And if betrayed, they’d all go burning into hell and drag RABASTAN and BELLATRIX down with them for their own crimes. Playing the mournful widow, an ominous glance reflected in a mirror before mysteriously vanishing and glass shattering without touch, have left him paranoid. Strange events keep happening without explanation, leaving him feeling haunted in guilt as he catches a reflection of a face he swears is his late wife. Fearing he’s losing his sanity, drowned sorrows eases his paranoia until the lights flicker in an ominous glow. An unnerving sight that isn’t helped with Namari’s once partner in crime NOBREGAS THORNE who is becoming overly interested in the growing investigation. Irritated as Thorne sniffs around, Jae has enlisted the help of close friend EDRICK SELWYN to uncover Nobregas’ skeleton’s in hopes to blackmail him into silence. However, discovering a stolen love affair between Thorne and Namari, Jae has grown furious with vengeful spite. Storm raging in his chest, for a man once so assertive, he’s become unstable in his own judgement. Rationality shattered, he has cleared the name of criminal ESADOWA ARROW and in exchange for his early release from Azkaban, has tasked him to deter Thorne by any means necessary. Swearing to Morgana the Mulciber name will burn glorious as he arises in the new world as the rightful air to his legacy. But what good is a legacy, if you’re unable to bask in all of its power come dawn?

→ ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis-Male

Sexuality  → Up To Player

Relationship Status → Widowed 

Previous Education → Dumstrung Institute of Magic

Family → Kyung Mulciber (father), Yeong Mucliber (mother), Eris Mulciber (sister), Larkin Mulciber (brother), Jieun Malciber (Aunt) 

Connections  → Namari Nguyen (deceased wife/potential love interest/victim), Nyx Falkov (close friend), Osiris Nott (best friend), Edrick Selwyn (best friend), Castor Wilkes (close friend), Evan Rosier (close friend), Bellatrix Black (friend), Ara Yi (victim), Nobregas Thorne (adversary/person of interest), Esadowa Arrow (employee) 

Future Information → N/A

JAE MULCIBER IS A LEVEL 8 WIZARD.