#slik au

[askamyandherfriends]

Waaaaaaa omg another wordgirl fan!!

Two years lurker, sorry if I sound creepy but uhhhhh silk best superhero. How he has not gotten a spinoff yet idk ^^

Btw here is a screencap from his debut

HI its not creepy at all thx nice screencap :)

[word-girl-slik-au]

hi

[shinzomixotapes]

The drone from the future

Yeah so I love @theowlgoesmoo slik and stone au so like- why not draw some art!

So like this is a what if- so what if Cyn didn’t become uzi’s tail- so she started to go to universes to universes before finally landing on one, she actually met hopper first and they became allies and she’s a little stinker and she thinks she’s better then Grimm- she’s just there to try and take over the world and ruin lives. that’s all!😘

[masc-ink]

`☆` |{ PART ONE : JJK characters as monsters.

(Designs and info)

In this AU of both jujutsu sorcerers and curses able to form half of there souls into monsters to help aid them in battle if they need or for whatever reason they want to, once created both sorcerer/curse has to bond with the creature that they have created from there souls, they can be formed at any stage or time when its not expected is most common. not necessarily shikigami but rather apart of themselves :)

(If that makes sense-)

•|{Yuji Itadori:

Info: half soul of Yuji Itadori

Bulky and muscular he has larger forearms and an overall stocky build. Long bear like claws on his front paws used to help aid in attacks and forging for food in the outskirts of Japan. he is surprisingly fast despite his appearance.

Short pink fur, brown hazel eyes and strong build he is able to easily kill off curses.

•|{Megumi Fushiguro:

Info: half soul of Megumi Fushiguro

Lanky, tall and longer snout with open nostrils like a snake almost with longer ears that are slik back. Having a strong sense of smell and hearing. Lacking claws, he has longer sleek fur that is a mixture of dark blues, and black.

Blue eyes, tall and lean body, he has a long liquid like tail, that is able to create shikigami as it acts as a shadow.

•|{Nobara kugisaki:

Info: half soul of Nobara kugisaki

Smaller and more slimer she has dull claws, cat-like appearance with Short light brown patterned fur long whip-like tail that is covered in thick scaled skin. Long needle like spikes that flow with cursed energy they are able to detach from her skin to be thrown and will regrow back after a few days.

Dark brown eyes short fur, thick skin and spiked body, her spikes are able to rattle when angered or as a defensive display.

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{JJK FAN AU :3 not alot rn about the three but ik getting there! why am I doing this ughhh because I'm bored and have nothing else to do and I'm.rlly into jjk atm ^^ More characters coming soon! This AU doesn't have a name or is well developed yet but I'm getting there! Till then this is part one!! Comment which characters I should do next if you'd like! ^^}

[sillyxaly]

Since im skipping class have a TGCF AU idea ramble.

Premise is smt like: strong spiritual weapons can develope and switch into a human form (see. Rain Masters Mount. The Boy had it going)

Aka. Im turning our babies into people but only part time.

Cut because much spoiler for all Plot

Let us begin

Ruoye:

Ruoye turns human about a medium percentage of the time and is suprisingly rather talkactive with Xie Lian. They cant be curled up and cozy in Xie Lians sleeve when they do, which is about the biggest downside. I imagen when they were a younger spirit they were much more curios, exploring and testing their limits in silk form, learning a lot about their own limits and how not to get tangled up into knots. It was semi-acidential when they first turned human and jumping up all proud they promptly fell back down face first. Gravitiy baby. They figured all that out relativly quickly tho.

Ruoye has unbeliavbly long white hair and it gets tangled everywhere and on everything much to Xie Lians dismay. He tried putting it in a big braid but that just ended up getting Ruoye stuck on some branches and didnt help the knots in their hair so he resigned himself to the task of combing it on a regular basis. Ruoye mostly turns to wander of and explore a bit (and happily tell Xie Lian of their findings) because even now that they have grown they still remain curious in nature or to help out with the chores sometimes. Although they do hate getting dirty in general. When younger I also imagen Ruoye often asked about how they came to be, after all a spiritual silk band like themselves must have some origin. Xie Lian has managed to avoid the topic each and every time, leaving Ruoye clueless about its own involvement in past events. A very good decision because I dont think thats something anyone would want to know.

Some more general appearance (which I hopefully will actually draw one day) Ruoye is pale and wears white which isnt really that original but theres only so much my mind can do with white slik. Aside from the long hair which is usually open unless Xie Lian ties into into something for them their sleeves are also long. They grew into it to the extent they dont trip over their own clothes anymore but its still enough to blow in the wind and turn them into a giant silk again visually speaking. After the final showdown and being stitched back together they also have a rather big scar on their stomach which bothers themselves a little to look at, but they dont have to very often so they sometimes forget its there.

Eming:

Ruoye was not happy when showing off by turning human resultet in Eming doing the same. Starting with general appearance here. One red eye as per usual. Id imagen Eming never bothered much covering the other or the lack of one and neither did Hua Cheng. Eming is Pale and almost silvery to the extent Xie Lian thought he might be sick upon first seeing him (Eming didnt mind it got him attention). While technically also a good 800 years old by now Eming remains the form of a teenager which actually makes him smaller than Ruoye, much to their pleasure and his dismay.

Anyhow, Eming Propably does know how it was formed. Hua Cheng just told him very early on to have it out of the way and not be troubled with it later. Eming didnt really use to be in human form much if at all until Xie Lian came around and he started doing it more and more to help him with as many things as he possibly could (butting heads with Ruoye about the praised it earned him many times). There was just not much of a reason prior and he had to always be on call on vigilant for Hua Cheng so thats that. Sometimes now he just turns human because Xie Lian thinks hes rather cute and he loves getting that pointed out. Makes him all giddy. Eming likely talks less than Ruoye in general which is subconcious because Hua Cheng only allows so much and he is already not so happy about Eming taking on human form just to steal away geges attention. Eming did open up to Ruoye a little post-canon. Since Xie Lian spends a lot of time just being lovey dovey with Hua Cheng the two weapons also have a lot more downtime so Ruoye dragged Eming along to explore Ghost City one of those days. And well, even for Eming you can only listen to so much chatter and happy comments about the structure of the buildings or whatever else caught Ruoyes eye before you slowly start to join the conversation. Turns out Eming can actually talk quiet a lot! They probably bond over that and now Ruoye drags him along all the time. This does in no way mean they dont still fight for Xie Lians attention. It does however mean they get to complain to one another about how they both lost that fight to Hua Cheng.

Fangxin

Xie Lian actually didnt know Fangxin had a human form for the longest time and was rather startled when he first turned out of nowhere. It was likely at someones doorstep when Xie Lian was doing the usual scrap business that a tall and posed man just suddenly stood there pointing at a book asking something along the lines of "can we get this one?"

Fangxin did tragically not convince the owner to give them the book for free which was likely only because he was told to keep at least a semi-low profile and hes not one to disappoint Jun Wu.

Fengxin I feel has intricatly braided hair with a few little pieces of silver jewlery in it. Generally clothes in black and the tallest of our three with some little silver and white adornment. Xie Lian assumed it took the sword a lot of energy to turn because after not getting what he asked for he turned right back and didnt turn again for a long time. In truth Fengxin just doesnt care a whole lot. He turns mostly to pass the time with a scroll when he can and talks only as much as necessary during his time with Xie Lian. This is partially because the less he turns and talks the less likely he is to spill any secrets and while he isnt that talkactive to begin with he also isnt much in need of new friends to risk it. A very loyal soul. It also gives Fangxin some more old man vibes which just reiterates Xie Lians believe that, while a good weapon, Fangxin seems to be pretty old. Therefore he doesnt question it much and politly accepts the fact that Fangxin does not wish to converse with him when he turns and they just kind of co-exsist in the same space until Fangxin decides to turn back. Hes barely noticable really.

Ruoye doesnt like him a whole lot. Odd feeling about the guy. It might just be because they are very unalike in nature (if you ask Xie Lian at least) and Fangxin never quiet humored and of Ruoyes exploring or little rambles quietly refusing to engage.

Xie Lian has, much to his shock, has to find out that Fangxin isnt actually old or too weak to hold a human form for long after Jun Wu takes the sword back. Back where he truly belongs Fangxin has more the aura of a confident youth. In fact Fangxin actually quiet enjoys a good fight and is rather thrilled to finally be allowed to work at full power again. He isnt much less of a menace than his master. If I were to indulge greatly id imagen Fangxin actually rapidly switching between human and sword form in the fight for some cool moves but yall can decide that as you will. One way or the other with Jun Wu Fanxin is somewhat a reflection of who that man used to be. Confident, proud, strong and always excited to spar. Because i think thats neat and Fangxin is at heart still Jun Wus weapon. He is meant as such and I intend to fight anyone on that. This is also the reason Fangxin kept his secrets and played a low profile. Very loyal soul.

Suprise! More because nobody can stop me now!

The wind and water master fan:

I dont quiet remember if they were made as a pair in canon but they will be here, making them essentially twins! Very close twins to be precise. Whenever they get together you can be sure a little chaos ensues and they have much to talk about. I dont really have much of a mental image on them except that id think its cool if their outfits are complimentary? Like they do very clearly match but they dont wear the same thing. They did that fully on purpose by the way.

For the wind master fan I imagen its a lively fellow. While dutiful enough to know when to not turn and remain a weapon for safetys sake and that it should always stay close to Shi Qingxuan in case it it needed, it does turn pretty often. To an extent where most heavenly officials actually know the Fan about as well as the Master. They probably have regular chats too. I just kind of imagen whenever Shi Qingxuan is strolling through the heavens without anything to do the wind master fan is strolling right next to her matching her step. And you better be sure they find something to talk about until a task arises and they need to actually work.

The water master fan is a bit less lively but that is mostly due to Shi Wudu just not being as conversing (although maybe they do gossip together sometimes. Feels like Shi Wudu might gossip to his weapon because his weapon wont snitch) and its not like Shi Wudu has that many friends it could talk to instead. So when it turns its mostly to serve as a lowkey junior official or when it meets its twin and they can chat!

Funnily enough both of them actually picked up the habit of changing between female and male form (much to Shi Wudus building headache and Shi Qingxuans delight). Shi Wudu 100% thinks his brother set them up to do that, but thats only half true. While the Wind Master fan definetly picked up the habit from its master and passed it on to its twin, shi Qingxuan never actually went out of her way to tell them to do it. Nontheless the added strength to her ultimate goal of getting everyone in heaven to try it at least once has gained forces! She is very pleased.

After a certain Arc the wind master fan is having some emotional troubles with grief and death and also some scars. While theirs are more faint than Ruoyes because my brain registers this as a more "brought back from the dead" type of Situation than Ruoye for some reason they have more of them.

The earth master shovel:

The wind master fan has tried to convince them to show their human form many many times and failed many many times. No matter how much he would huff, puff or beg they never complied. Shi Qinxuan put that on the list of: "Why Ming-xiong should train using his spiritual weapons more often" because surely the poor thing just doesnt know how. They both find it unlikely it lacks the power to do so, this shovel can burry through anything! Surely it should have enough spiritual power to form a human appearance.

The truth is that, while technically able, He Xuan actually put some type of seal on it to prevent this. While he did get rid of the earth master he couldn't exactly dump his weapon altogether, but he had to make sure that his cover isnt blown instantly so he just had to prevent the thing from speaking. Easy as that.

Later, when with Yin Yu, the Earth Master Shovel had the seal lifted, but turning into a human form was still difficult. Even if it could it didnt use these legs in a long time and likely had to relearn a lot of things like walking and maybe even speaking because of the whole incident. Yin Yu likely helped with that when he could. They bonded a bit over that.

[gamerbearmira]

My little pony: family is a miracle

I was working on a fic for this au, but then I watched the cutie remark and did this side quest.

So, Mirabel was in the castle when Starlight broke in during the cutie remark. She was napping when Starlight's monologging woke her up. When she checked to see if Twilight was home, she got bucked in the face. The next thing she knows, she's tied up in a broom closet.

So, Mirabel and Starlight's relationship started of rocky af. Mirabel thought Starlight was a mean show-off, while Starlight thought Mirabel was an annoying doormat.

But, as the two worked together and got to know each other, they realized they complimented each other nicely. Mirabel was good in any social situation but is inconsistent in magic, while Starlight is amazing in magic, but awkward socially. Starlight would basically become Mirabel big sister figure (after she learns about Mirabel's past).

(Twilight: Starlight, where's Slik Stitch?

Starlight: who?

Apple Jack: Dark blue unicorn, has a messed up horn.

Starlight:

The mane 6:

Starlight: So, you got to promise me not to get mad <:].

*off distance banging*)

BYEEEE WHAT DIS SHE DO???

Regardless, I think it’s fine, she’s fine. Maybe. I can see why it started rocky, I mean Starlight started off rocky so like it was expected 😭😭 I’m glad they eventually got along though, because that was a Greek tragedy waiting to happen 👺

I hope Starlight later apologized for that 💀💀

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Inuyasha AU: Calm

[Slik City - Outside of Viper Estate]

Mrs. Viper (Runs over and hugs Jamil): Jamil, calm down! Don't let the blot get to you!

Jamil: How can I not?! Those bastards just took Jayden!

Mrs. Viper: I know that you are angry, but Jayden wouldn't want this for you. We'll get him back, but please don't resort to this. Please, my son.

Najma: Jamil... Please...

Jamil, heavy breathing:

Najma, gently touches his shoulder.

Jamil, turns to her:

Najma: Please. *hugs him* I can't lose you and Jayden in the same day.

Jamil: .... *calms down but his hair is still snakes, hugs her back* I'm sorry.

[nota1eks]

masterlist of all my fics!

im notaleks on ao3. but here's all my fics in goddamned order (best to worst in my opinion)! also with so, so many links so you can get to the places :))

WHUMPTOBERS

Aleks' 2024 Whumptober !! -- 8 PHM, 2 Threshold

PROJECT HAIL MARY (23 fics)

SERIES: 434,000 hours

The Elimination Project -- Rocky's POV of the trip to Tau Ceti (then his arrival back on Erid)

and if i make it through, it's all because of you -- (AKA "AIIMIT") sequel to TEP / Rocky and Grace's return and settling on Erid; Adrian POV

OTHER

5 times people thought Grace and Stratt were "engaged in sexual congress" + 1 time they didn't! -- 5x fic, just what it sound slik e(but really 4x bc we saw one in the book

and so on -- the days following the explosion at baikonur, all the way up to coma time; Ilyukhina POV

off-brand trolley problem -- the unseen meeting wherein The Scientists have to decide whether or not to kill grace

everybody's got a plan until you're punched in the face -- (by Sherbet42 and myself!) (AU wherein Yao & Ilyukhina survive) the hail mary crew argue over whether or not to go save rocky. someone gets punched

untitled stratt fic (or, stratt slaying) -- after grace has been kidnapped off to launch, stratt goes through some of grace's items

fanfic of fanfic: Damage Control [podfic] -- "After the Adrian Adventure™ Ryland ... needs to get it together for himself, his planet, and his friend...but maybe some good company and rest will help." (MWL)

You shut your mouth, how can you say I go about things the wrong way? -- good ol ryland grace has a mental breakdown after having had published his paper on water & life (and getting fired)

EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY: 1 ng of astrophage VS 1 mg of astrophage!!! -- dubois and shapiro do a bit of science before launch. it’s an edge case they’re testing, but it’s better safe and tested than sorry later…right? right?? / or: the test that gets dubois and shapiro killed.

Just The Two of Us: You and I -- one-shot collection of grace & rocky being The Best Duo

Eva Stratt, Praetor Maximus -- scientists and stratt being a little silly. really just self-indulgent because i wanted to write about the earth crew :)

a dream of water -- grace has a lil breakdown on erid 'cause he's lonely and sad and has scurvy

Get Back to Where You Once Belonged -- AU wherein grace was able to ge tback to earth. i wrote this a LONG time ago so it's not very good.

all-nighting -- grace works too much, for his lack of having a life. stratt, concerned for the safety of everyone on stratt's vat (and grace's, tbh), intervenes

alone no longer -- grace and rocky discuss romantic, sexual, & platonic attraction. grace is sure something is wrong with him -- he has never felt romantic nor sexual attraction. rocky thinks otherwise.

pandaemonium: a discord chatfic -- THE CREW GET A DISCORD? IT GETS GOT? / *I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE THIS. / **wanting to try a new type of CSS 🤝 the 3am flavour of phm brainrot

it's hot and we rot in this oven... -- a day in the life of a worker on the sahara, assembling/laying down blackpanels

Rocky T. Cowboy (I AM SO SORRY) -- (deep breath...) rocky as a cowboy. i'm not sure either. it's crack, ok?

Whumptober day 7: Radio Silence -- After the launch of the Hail Mary, Stratt gets got and, while her imprisoner-state is being decided, a solo faction keeps her in a box

happy new years! -- a little baby new year's fic about grace, stratt, and dubois hanging out :)

settle down, class. -- abby et al's perspective of grace booking the hell out of class. written simply to get me out of a writing slump.

THRESHOLD UNIVERSE (3 fics)

Are We Even? (Paradox Bound fic) -- Harry and Eli thought that their journeying would be easy. fun, even. That is, until a man shows up, robs Harry, and threatens Eli. Then thee two travellers must come to a consensus in their argument -- however one-sided it may be.

bad things happen to the people you love (Koturoverse AKA Threshold Universe fic) -- post-terminus shits and giggles. also AU where aleks (not me, i'm on about aleksander koturovic) lives bc he's great and so silly

praying or surrendering (neither will help anyway) (Koturoverse fic) -- koturovic does have the key to the cuffs and repays a debt by helping murdoch inside.

X-MEN (1 fic)

first impressions -- Erik set out, this morning, certain that today would be the day he'd kill Schmidt. ... But in the evening he finds himself on a foreign boat, ... and he feels...hopeful.

BODIES (NETFLIX SHOW) (1 fic)

haunted by longing -- Alfred is sooo gay but he has sooo much internalized homophobia but we love a good moral dilemma in this household

MISC (2 fics)

je te souris, tu me surprends (et j'aurais voulu te plaire encore) -- 2024 olympics fic

and if they're beside me, i know i need never care -- 2024 olympics fic

[gloriouswhispers]

torben tsks, shaking his head at the jest but laughing. 'jeg er ingen prinsesse, sigrid. men jeg trenger mer pels! eller noe større. hvordan kan noen forvente at jeg skal jobbe når armene mine er stive av å være slik….' he curls his arms tight to his chest, an uncomfortable contortion he has to sleep in every night. 'jeg ville vært mer komfortabel med å sove mot et tre.' his arms than untangle, and he waves one as sigrid calls through the forest, laughing in a grumble then. 'jeg kunne klare meg med seks tjenere, jeg vil ikke lyve. jeg ville få dem til å gå på denne dumme veien vi gjør akkurat nå.'

he remains trudging behind sigrid, a reluctance in every stomp of his steps while they traverse this pathetic idea of work. 'beviser bare at de ikke gjør noe hardt arbeid. kvinnene la seg på ryggen og mennene besvimer ved siden av dem.' he grumbles about how many screaming children he's encountered since arriving. there were only three cries from upset babes that torben responded to endearingly, and it had been a long time since he heard those. but, there's no time for a spiral to hit and he cackles out as sigrid knocks his head, clutching his face for a moment with a look of offence. 'au.' his voice is simple instead of truly hurt, puffing out a sigh. 'vel, det er et dumt dyr å bo på fjellet. det ser ut som huden vil rive.'

Sigrid laughs as Torben twists. "Det er fordi du er en gigant, og det er de ikke." She shrugs, "Jeg visste ikke at du var en prinsesse som trenger en luksuriøs seng. Jeg er bare glad for å ha en og ikke de barnesengene. Men skal jeg fortelle alle at du er ulykkelig?" She grins at him before calling out into the forest, "Hennes frueskap Torben Alfsson krever ny seng og seks tjenere! Intet mindre vil gjøre!"

She skips ahead a bit, repeating it twice before breaking off with a laugh at his expression. A snort escapes as she inspects the zipper with a shudder. "Sannsynligvis. Men så er det rart hvordan så mange ulver får avkom." It seems like they're more focused on producing wolves than finding lost ones. «Jeg vet ikke svarene! Jeg vet bare at jeg ikke liker dem – jeg sa stopp!" she protests with a huff, swatting the side of Torben's head so the scratching noise will stop. "Ethvert dyr ville være bedre enn dette dyret. Kanskje dyrene blir funnet på nordsiden av fjellet, og det er derfor de kaller det det."

[pancakes507]

AU where Jordie is alive and works for per haskelle and Kaz is just there and happy to help his brother but one day Jordie visits the Menagerie to get some deal from Tante Heleen and that's where Kaz sees Inej, full sliks and everything and just becomes so infatuated by her

After the deal thing he just convinces Jordie to buy off her indenture but a little bit before that I think the moment went off a little like:

Jordie: *talking about something with Tante Heleen*

Kaz: *sneaks away to sit next to Inej who is observing*

Kaz: *awkwardly* ...so uh...you work here?

Inej:

Kaz: my brother is a good business man

Inej:

Kaz: *whispers* he can buy off your contract

Inej: *IS LISTENING*

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Kaz: buy off the suli girl's contract

Jordie: what why

Kaz: JUST DO IT

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Kaz: ok good news my brother has paid off your contract

Inej: what's the bad news?

Kaz: bad news is i had to make up a talent for you- so do you know how to throw knives?

[battinscn]

DEJA VU — muggle au! dark! draco malfoy x f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: drunk driving/ death/ hallucinations/ blood/ underaged drinking

SUMMARY: draco inevitably experiences deja vu

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 1376 words/ 7 minutes

return to the draco masterlist here

return to the sour masterlist here

proceed with absolute caution, read the content warnings please.

𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘶

"I DON'T THINK you should be driving as gone as you are right now," you slurred as you stumbled into draco's arms.

"i'd only had a few pina coladas and some shots, i'll be alright," his breath reeked of alcohol as he tried his best to hold you up despite being as drunk as you are.

"just get in," draco opened the door of his car and buckled you in.

you lived in a rather quiet neighbourhood that was filled with oaps. that meant the streets were empty and deserted by the time the sun had set.

draco had dozed off while on the wheel and when he had shook himself awake, the car was already driving towards a lamppost.

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮

"one strawberry ice cream please," you ordered from the gelato man.

"sorry, that bloke ordered the last one." he pointed to the blonde haired teenager who was at the cash register.

"malfoy?" you tapped on his shoulder.

"oh hi y/l/n." draco greeted after having paid the till.

you and draco were in similar friend groups, but you did not know him well.

𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰

"sorry for taking the last of the ice cream," he apologised.

"i'll forgive you if you share it with me," you quipped cheekily.

"i don't see why not," draco then asked the gelato man for another pink plastic spoon.

"oh. you're being serious," you blinked hard, not expecting him to actually share the gelato with you.

"why wouldn't i be? come on then," draco nudged his head towards an empty table in the gelato shop and you followed.

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴

you were in one of your school's empty classrooms that were turned into a studying room students could use whenever for their preparations for a levels.

you had just finished your last math question from the practice paper and slammed your pen onto he table.

draco, who had been sitting opposite you had coincidentally finished his as well.

"i'm bloody exhausted," you boyfriend stretched his sore limbs.

you got up from your chair and walked over to his seat, pulling his uniform jacket off the back of the wooden chair he was sitting on.

you slipped your arms into the sleeves and looked down to see how it was so big that it fell below your skirt.

"you're telling me you lot get pockets!" you exclaimed while opened the jacket a bit to show the inside pockets that lined the black slik.

draco got up from his chair and reached over to grab your jacket you had messily sprawled onto the table you were sitting at, putting it on.

it was obviously too tight for draco's broad frame and when he had tried to button it up, the button had popped off.

𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶

"oh..my..god..you look ridiculous," you knocked your head back in a fit of giggles.

"i'll get your jacket fixed i promised," draco picked up the button, holding back a few chuckles himself.

𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳

draco was out with his girlfriend of two years, a girl he had met while in uni.

"so, you never really told me about your love life before me. were you just as terrible with girls when you were a teenager or..." she asked in a teasing manner.

draco felt his blood go cold as he stuttered out an answer, "e-er there was no one else before you."

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰

draco had brought her to a resaurant that you and him used the frequent.

you loved sitting outside as it had a nice view of pebbled shoreline.

"oh! can we sit outside? the view's gorgeous," his girlfriend said in which draco merely nodded his head and let the waiter lead the couple to the empty table in the outdoor area.

𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭

"this place is absolute lovely, how come we've never been?" she leaned her chin on her palm as she admired how the waves would crash against the rocks.

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥

"i only found out about this place last week, guess we should come here more," draco offered a small smile as he busied himself with the wine selection.

𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦́𝘫𝘢̀ 𝘷𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶

as his girlfriend went on about her day, draco's eyes trailed over to the table right behind the one they were currently sitting at.

draco's eyes widened when he saw your face.

he blinked quickly to clear his blurry vision and shook his head, when he looked back again, your figure was thankfully replaced by an older grey-haired woman.

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘶

"what flavour?" draco asked his girlfriend.

"strawberry please," she thanked him and went off to find somewhere in the shop to sit.

𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰

draco set the cup down with two plastic spoons messily stuck onto the scoop of ice cream.

"thank you," the young woman picked the spoon up and licked the ice cream off with a smile.

𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧��𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸

"i'm sorry y/n, i'm so sorry," draco sobbed as he hugged your unconscious and bloody body.

the airbag had failed to deploy and you had knocked your head onto the dashboard.

your body fell limp as draco scrambled over to the passenger side and pulled the door open.

"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," draco cried into your chest as he noticed how your heart was not beating.

he brought his finger up to your nostrils and could not feel your breath.

draco pushed your body away from him in a panicked and frantic state.

he ran his hands through his hair as he paced around the car, "fuck fuck fuck," he cursed under his breath.

he was doomed. he could kiss his life goodbye. not only had he been drinking underaged, his birthday a mere three days away, he had driven while under the influence.

he chewed on the nail on his thumb as your lifeless body laid in his car.

this could destory his future. he was a malfoy, for christ sake. his father was running for mayor and his mother owned one of the largest skincare companies in the whole of europe.

if it ever got out that the draco malfoy was a second degree murderor, him and his family's life would fall apart in an instant.

and draco malfoy could not let that happen.

he looked around the empty street and noticed how there was still no people or cars around.

he also knew how there were no traffic cameras along any of the roads in the town due to his father's campaigning goal to ensure that every street in your town would be equipped with one.

draco quickly shut the pasenger door and drove away from the broken lamppost.

he decided he would just tell his father he had knocked into it on accident.

draco drove to the bridge that was built to help drivers cross the lake separating your town and the neighbouring one.

(𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦́𝘫𝘢̀ 𝘷𝘶)

"i'm sorry y/n, i love you," draco apologised one last time as he carried you bridal style over the railing of the bridge and let your body roll out of his arms, only to crash into the ominous dark water.

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Angel Wings and Pledges to the Crown

am i obsessed with royal/mafia AU’s with Technoblade....no? who am i kidding ofc i am his character fits both those AU’s really well 

cri school is going back in even though i have two turn around days to get  ready for next semester i already know it’s gonna come fast and be so long which means i might not have that much time to write longer oneshots so im pouring my all into this one  with love Spade Yn drew her bow back, gliding it over the strings of their violin, the notes bouncing off the trees. Yn was relieved to be free of her mother and father's castle. Yes, their parents were wonderful people who only wanted to love and care for their only child and loyal subjects, but Yn didn't want to be a princess; they wanted to go around a village without being surrounded by bodyguards; they wanted to travel to the netherworld.

Yn longed to go everywhere but nowhere at the same time. With her violin and their eyes closed, she could go anywhere. Yn opened their eyes and lowered their violin, allowing the final note to sing through the spring air. 

"That was lovely," Yn leapt to her feet and whirled around,Yn knew the pink haired male not because she knew the pink-haired man personally, but because their father had informed her he'd be arriving. "Thank you, Lord Technoblade," Yn immediately bowed. "Have I missed the meeting? If so, I am terribly sorry."

"No, you haven't, and there's no need for you to bow; I'm the one who should be bowing to you, Princess," Technoblade spoke as he began to bow.  "Oh goodness, please don't bow, and please don't call me princess while we're not around my Father and Mother." "Not a fan of the royal life, I see," the piglin hybrid chuckled. 

Yn chuckled with him, and they both calmed down. "May I ask the time, my Lord?" "I say it's about noonish," Technoblade said, looking up at the sky. Yn's eyes widened and she bowed to Techno. "It was nice meeting you lord, but I must go get ready for the meeting Father and Mother will be disappointed if I do not greet their guests in a suitable gown."

Techn watched the girl collect her violin and bow and speed walk to the castle. He sighed and began walking to the castle, making sure to give Yn enough time to prepare. When Techno arrived at the giant castle's front door, he knocked on the door, which was opened by a guard. 

The guard has to be new. Technoblade walked in and was greeted by Yn's father Alexander and Mother Eloise. Techno bowed respectfully to them, "Alexander, Eloise." Eloise smiled at the hybrid, but she knew it was a disguise. Sure, Technoblade was a nice guy, but she was worried about her daughter. They were laughing in the garden, which was a good indication. But she wasn't sure how she felt about her daughter marrying the blood god; if he really wanted to, he could easily slaughter them. After all, Yn was fragile.

"I was just speaking with your daughter what a beautiful woman you two have raised," Techno said, smiling at the two. Yn's father stiffened slightly, "hopefully she treated you with the utmost respect Lord Technoblade." "Nothing but Lord Alexander," Techno said "and speaking of my wonderful daughter, there she is." Yn's father said as Yn walked into the foyer, smiling.

Techno took a look at Yn. Yn wore a light greyish blue dress with a corset-like top with lace trim, which converted into makeshift sleeves that hung off her shoulders. Their skirt dragged behind her, with a slik-like front and a longer back. She wore their hair partly up, with some bits framing their faces, a silver necklace dangling from their neck, and a white fur coat encircling them. Yn's parents stood there watching Techno examine their daughter.

"Lord Technoblade, I hope I'm not too late," Yn bowed. "Nonesense, you're right on time, m'lady," Techno said with a smile. Techno kissed Yn's hand while bowing. They were soon joined by a blonde male. "How are you doing, Lord Philza?" "I am well, Lord Alexander, and this must be your daughter, isn't she absolutely beautiful son?" "Yes father, they are," Yn flushed.

----

Yn was bored with this meeting; she didn't understand why they were here; it had nothing to do with them. That is, until their name was mentioned: "so, Yn, will be marrying Lord Technoblade in a month?" Yn turned to face Techno, and their eyes met. Half of Techno's face was covered by a skull, making it difficult for Yn to understand what his facial expression was.

"Yes, Lord Alexander, if that is what you wish," Phil answered, gazing over at Yn, who was still staring at his son. Yn bowed their head, hands folded in their lap.

"How do you feel about that, Lord Technoblade?" Techno shifted his gaze away from Yn and nodded, "if it prevents a war between our two kingdoms, so be it." Yn drifted off once more; they had no control over their lives; it was all up to her Father. Another aspect of royal life that Yn despised.

----

Phil shook Yn's father's hand and kissed her mother on the cheek before looking at her. "It was lovely to meet you Yn and I'm sure my son will treat you like a queen," Yn smiled at the older male.

"Lord Philza, thank you. It was also a pleasure to meet you; perhaps we can speak again soon." With a brief bow, he responded, "I'm sure we will, Princess Yn." Yn smiled. Techno rose and followed Phil's lead, but he came to a halt in front of Yn and extended his hand, saying, "If you may, I would love for you to join me for a walk in the garden." Yn flushed slightly and replied, "I would love to my Lord." "But please, let me get into something else first," Yn said. "I'll be waiting, m'lady," Techno said with a smile. Yn dashed up to her room, hearing everyone behind her laugh except her father's laugh.

Yn wore a white ruffled shirt with puffy sleeves, dark blue pants, and a leather corset, oblivious to how closely their attire resembled Techno's. Yn laced on some shin high black boots and dashed down the stairs. 

Yn moved over to Techno, who stuck his elbow out for her. They hooked arms with Techno and left to the garden, both their parents watching. "They'll make a great couple," Eloise said from behind her husband Phil nodded “I agree Lady Eloise, I suppose they'll have their own wedding before the arranged one," Phil joked.

"Enough," Alexander slammed his hand down, "I'm just allowing your piglin hybrid son marry my daughter so there won't be a war." Phil bowed, "I'm sorry Lord," before turning away and rolling his eyes watching as his son playedfully swung Yn and drip them. They laughed and danced about the garden, "where's your wife?" "She's taking care of Wilbur and Tommy," Phil said, looking at Eloise. "They're sick, and they just returned from the Arctic."

----

Yn was dressed in a white off-the-shoulder dress with a laced corset and a puffy skirt that trailed behind her. Her sleeves were similarly puffy and see-through, and the skirt transitioned from pure white to a deep crimson. Yn's veil was equally long and shifted in colour from white to red.

"You have a lovely complexion." Yn turned around to see a woman with black hair dressed in a deep purple gown and wearing a gold crown on her head "Im Mumza Techno's mother. I apologise for not meeting you sooner." "It's all right, Lady Mumza," Yn bowed. 

"My son was correct. You have great manners and an angelic aura about you." Did she know? Yn's eyes widened. "Did he truly believe that?" Yn questioned shyly as she relaxed and stood. Yn had developed a fondness for the Lord; he was a sweetheart who was always kind to her, despite his moodiness. 

"all the time and I came to give you this" Mumza pulled a box out of nowhere and opened it, revealing a simple red ruby necklace to Yn. "I can't take that Lady Mumza," Yn murmured softly, "oh please take it it's like a family heirloom among the women and please just call me mom," Mumza replied.

"If thats what you wish," Yn answered, stepping down to allow Mumza put the necklace around her neck "thank you." "No problem sweetie," she said with a wink, "and please let me know if my son does anything stupid i'll take care of him for you."

"I am sure that your son will be a wonderful husband." Mumza smiled at Yn, a true angel who was the polar opposite of her son, a blood god.

A perfect match truly.

Mumza had to leave since the wedding music had begun to play, signalling that Yn was up. Yn took a deep breath and began walking down the aisle. Techno  watched Yn walk up to him, smiling. 

They joined hands and everyone sat down; the wedding went smoothly, but she now had to receive the Nether Queen's crown. As Mumza stepped up to Yn and smiled, Yn took a deep breath Mumza said, "I Yn swear to protect the Nether people with my life." "I Yn swear to protect the Nether people with my life," Yn copied Mumza. 

"I Yn vow to rule the Nether with the best interests of the Nether in mind" Yn copied Mumza once more "now not many queens agree to this one, so it's acceptable not to say it...i Yn pledge to protect the King Lord Technoblade with my life if it comes to it" "I Yn promise to protect the King Lord Technoblade with my life if it comes to it," Yn said, smiling and looking at Technoblade before returning their gaze to Mumza. 

Mumza looked proud, as did Phil, and Techno had a look of adoration in his crimson eyes as he said, "then I Mumza goddess of death crown you queen of the Nether" Yn bowed, then turned and bowed to the cheering crowd.

--a couple years later--

Yn was clothed in a blood red one-piece with a gold chest plate set with rubies and two black skulls on her spiky shoulder pads that appeared like gold feathers, standing by her husband. (picture down under the Technoblade fanart :D) 

They each have a blade in their hands. Three people surrounded them, one in a red suit and a crimson cloak, the next in blue with white glasses and a mushroom hat, and the leader in green with a mask covering his face and a cloak covering his hair. 

Yn wasn't going down without a fight, even if it meant using her powers to win. they weren’t going to let them hurt Technoblade. "My my what a beautiful wife you have, I should take her from myself," the black haired male stated, making Yn gag, "over my dead body," Yn hissed. (oh Ana by mother mother plays)

The battle was long, and Yn was just fighting the brunette, who was good but not outstanding. When Techno grunted and fell to the grassy ground, Yn watched everything flash before their eyes as the masked male raised his blade and proceeded to bring it down in slow motion. Yn was not going to let this happen, she felt a pop in her back as white wings sprouted from them, their eyes turning from e/c to pure white as she screamed, causing everything to fly backwards away from her and Technoblade.

Everyone stood there watching as Yn dashed over to Techno and wrapped her white wings around him like a shield. "W-what are you, Yn?" Techno asked, Yn was looking at the blade that was now in Techno's chest. "Your wings are incredibly beautiful," Techno said, as Yn turned away. "I'm an angel." 

When Yn examined her husband's wound, she saw that it wasn't anything that would kill him. "I will kill you all," Yn spoke as she unwrapped their massive wings from Techno and glanced at the three males. Yn attacked, killing them all.

"I pledged to keep you safe my love, and if I didn't, I will still sacrifice myself," Yn panted as she ran to their husband. As they kissed Technoblades' head, the wound began to heal.

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dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi's prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.

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i. first terrace: pride

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why?”

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why.”

Levi’s tongue clicks in annoyance. His eyes glance next you where the offending creature lay on your bed; tail curling, paws kneading at his your favorite fleece blanket. Quite frankly he’s a little offended when the little shit has the audacity to glare at him back.

He’ll never admit it, but his ego’s a bit bruised because the cat’s glare was slightly better than his.

“I said no,” he firmly replies, looking back to you. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with an anarchist who has no respect for boundaries—“

“One time, I forgot to use a coaster that one time!”

“—and now you expect me to share a room with a dirty fur ball who does nothing but eat, shit, and sleep?”

“He’s a cat, Levi.” You murmur, scooping the cat into your arms. “And he has a name,” you give a nervous smile when you see your rommate grit his teeth. He feels a headache coming.

“You named it?”

“Dante is not an ‘it’.”

Levi makes a move to step closer but immediately stops when the ‘Dante’ hisses at him.

“Aw, he likes you.” You coo.

“Clearly,” he replies unenthusiastically. “Listen,” he sighs. “I respect your cat’s pronouns but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to stay. Or do I need to remind you of the mac and cheese incident?”

Okay, maybe he was on to something. If you got caught with a pet in the dorms you’d breach your third and final warning, and you’d be forced to dorm off-campus. The fact that you were still here after the mac and cheese incident was solely because Levi pulled some strings (aka asked Erwin, golden boy of the campus who owed him a favor, to pull some strings).

But you couldn’t just let Dante go. There was something about him that felt so familiar; something about his black fur, thin silver eyes, unamused snarl, and overall grumpy demeanor. Especially endearing was the way he’d grumble and pretend to be annoyed whenever you tried to cuddle him but would complain if you stopped.

You just couldn’t figure out who or what he reminded you of.

Maybe you would’ve figured it out too if you weren’t so distracted with watching Levi and Dante stare at each other. Your eyes dart back and forth between the grouchy cat sitting on your bed and your grouchy roommate sitting on his desk. Both were slightly crouched over with their heads tilted up in a show of dominance; they were engaged in what seemed to be a glaring contest, gunmetal irises unamused and mouths taut in a snarl as they protected their territory.

You sigh. You really, for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why Dante felt so familiar.

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ii. second terrace: envy

Levi is not jealous. He’s not.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he sulks alone on his bed. His arms are crossed and his lips are in a pout, eyebrows knitted in distaste, occasionally glancing to your side of the room where you sat up on your bed. He’s sure whatever movie you chose to watch together is interesting and all, but right now all he could pay attention to was that stupid cat. Sitting on your stupid lap. Getting its fur stroked by your stupid hand. Getting all the love and affection his stupid self should be receiving.

It was him you should be cuddling, not Dante. Saturday nights were reserved for him and you, not you and a cat while he happened to be in the room. He’s been trying to make a move on you since high school and he can’t fucking believe he’s losing your attention to a cat. Sure, he’s always been too chicken to make a move and had to suffer seeing you get together with assholes— as per your type during your emo high school days— but this was a new low. He can’t wrap his head around the concept that he’s losing his longterm crush to a motherfucking cat.

When you coo at how adorable the fleabag was for what felt like the 50th time that night, Levi decides he’s had enough of the cuddle-hogging piece of shit.

Wordlessly, he crosses to your side of the room and lifts the cat from its perch, ignoring your protests as he sets it down on the floor and tells it to ‘scram, you little fuck.’ He uses a hand to dust your lap free of any microscopic cat particles Dante probably left behind before lying down his head down once he was satisfied. He grabs your hand to put it on his hair.

“Stroke.” He orders, eyes closing.

“What? No! You pushed off Dante.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You couldn’t have given up your lap pillow for one night?”

“One night?” He scoffs and turns to look at you. “You’ve been abandoning me for two weeks. That disgusting, tic-infested, rabies-carrying slob has no business sitting on your lap.”

“He’s not disgusting, you gave him a shower before you agreed to let me keep him. And I took him the vet to make sure he had all his shots. He’s clean, Levi.”

“Tch, good. Now throw him out and let him find someone else to freeload from.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” You guffaw. “You’ve been grumpier than usual. And why’re you being such an ass to Dante? He’s just a cat.”

“Don’t think he’s special in some way. I’m an ass to everyone.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always extra mean to him?”

He doesn’t reply. His lips are downturned into a frown when he looks away with a click of his tongue, and you realize with a sigh you won’t be getting an answer from your cryptic roommate soon. Your fingers start mindlessly stroking his undercut when you get lost in your thoughts— a habit you developed through years of Levi using your lap as a pillow. He always complained the first few times you did it but you knew it calmed both him and you, and that it put both your minds at ease. Moreso Levi right now, apparently.

You’re keenly aware of how he seems to curl up into you the more you keep going. You watch as his shoulders slump down when you stroke the side of his face, and his eyebrows relax slightly. From your angle, you could even see the way his eyes close in content. Maybe even a tiny smile if you were being delusional.

Your lip twitches upward.

“Oh my god, Levi, are you jealous of a cat?”

“Shut up and play with my hair.”

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iii. third terrace: wrath

“You owe me a new cravat.”

You blink up at your roommate. “What?”

“You owe me a new cravat.” He repeats. He pulls from his pocket a white piece of fabric— barely recognizable— torn into shreds, releases it mid-air. It gently lands on your open palm.

“Wait, did Dante do this?” You ask, eyeing the slik in your hands.

“Unless you went feral in the middle of the fucking night and decided to cut up my clothes, yes.”

“Oh my god, Levi, I’m so sorry. I swear Dante will never—“

“You actually owe me three cravats,” he interjects. “The first two I overlooked since they weren’t that expensive but I draw the line here.” His lips are downturned into a frown, eyes poorly concealing his clear distaste. “This one’s my favorite and it was made from silk.”

You eye the fabric in your hands once more before nodding in understanding, setting down the once beautiful cravat before taking out your wallet. It was only fair that you paid him back; he was being more than generous with letting your cat stay and keeping it a secret, and now you wonder how many bad things Dante’s done that Levi’s overlooked or simply never brought up with you.

“Sure, I’m really sorry. How much do I owe you?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls out his phone and types something on what you could only assume was google, most likely looking for the same brand of the cravat your cat had just torn into shreds. You weren’t entirely sure how much those could cost, but surely you could afford—

“What the fuck!” You screech, eyeing the page with very, very hefty price tags listed. Holy fucking hell where did he even get the money to buy something so expensive. Gulping, you nervously look up at your unimpressed roommate. You already knew he was taking it easy on you; his aura was the only thing intimidating, at least he wasn’t giving you the murder eyes. And even though he was a man of his word, you were thankful he hasn’t reported Dante.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that Levi looked pissed beyond belief.

“Uhm... can I pay you with a check that’ll definitely bounce?”

“You will pay me in cash.”

“Fuck, fine!”

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iv. fourth terrace: sloth

Levi silently works on his desk. His laptop’s open in fromt of him, numerous notes from classes and books from the library surrounding him. The gentle sounds of clicking and clacking echoe throughout the room as fingers typed at the keyboard, eyes concentrated and lips pulled taught as he focuses on his task. He’s on a roll. He’s almost done with this part of his research, nothing could snap him out of this, he just needs to—

“Levi, when do you think Dante will come back to me?”

He stops typing and grits his teeth.

This is how it’s been the entire night. Ten minutes of peace before you ask him some stupid questions that could’ve been answered with common sense.

“Fuck if I care.”

“Do you think it was something I did?”

He resumes typing. “Yes.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

“No.”

“Even after all we’ve been through?”

“Still no.”

“I miss him,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the door open.”

It’s been a week since Dante escaped the dorm and Levi doesn’t understand why you’re still so depressed about it. I mean, you only lost a cat that you loved and treasured and treated like family. Surely a week of moping around in your pajamas and eating nothing but chips and soda was catharsis enough.

He hears you shift in your burrito blanket, presumably to turn away from him so you can sulk into the wall next to your bed. Good. Now he can get back to working on—

“Levi do you think Dante-“

“Enough.” He grits, slamming his laptop shut.

“Where’re you going?” You ask, eyeing the way he hurriedly stuffs papers and books into his bag along with his laptop.

“Out.” He replies, grabbing his keys and his coat. “I can’t stand this shit anymore.”

Your head is burried in your blankets when he slams the door shut and all you could do was slump down because great. You lost Dante, and now you’ve royally pissed off Levi.

Great. Just fucking great.

Unlike your cat, however, your roommate comes back hours later, just before curfew. He doesn’t bother with a hello— he never does— and neither do you, opting to stay hidden underneath the sheets. Though suddenly, there’s a dip in the mattress followed by a pur next to your head.

Could it be?

“Dante?” You murmur, lifting your head from underneath your cocoon of fabric. Small black paws and silver eyes meet your gaze. “Dante!” Immediately sitting up, you pulled him to your lap, scratching his little head and cooing about how much you missed him as he purred and curled into to you.

Levi would never say it, but he missed seeing you smile at the little fleabag.

You turn to look at your roommate. “How’d you find him?”

“Asked around the campus. He wandered into another dorm building and probably thought it was ours.”

“Well yeah but... I thought you hated him?”

“I do.” He replies instantly.

“Then why’d you find him?”

“I hate him, not you.”

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v. fifth terrace: avarice

“I fucking hate both of you,” Levi grumbles, staring at the dorm.

Towers of boxes lined his supposed to be clean dorm room. He had a hard time prying the door open since it was blocked, and he wasn’t even sure how the boxes weren’t blocking out the light from how high they were piled. Dante’s sat on a stack of box directly next to the door, purring and flicking his tail around. Levi squints his eyes and glares at the little shit.

“You especially.”

“Mrow?”

Levi’s day had been, with no irony or sarcasm at all, amazing. He got a good grade on his research paper; the guy in front of him at the cafe accidentally ordered an extra serving of (coincidentally, Levi’s favorite) tea and gave it to him for free; and he got full marks for the presentation he’s been worrying about for weeks. His class even got dismissed early so he had an extra hour for lunch. He knew you didn’t have classes, so in honor of his great day he thought he’d do something nice and take you out for lunch. His treat, of course.

But any trace of his good mood vanished when he went back to the dorms and got greeted to a room that looked like it came from an episode of Hoarders.

This is what he gets for trying to be nice.

“Levi! Is that you?” You called out.

“What the fuck happened?”

You laugh sheepishly— at least Levi thinks you do. He couldn’t see you beyond the hundred boxes that took up your shared room. He hears some rustling and the sound of things being moved around before finally your head pops out from behind a wall of brown, smiling at him apologetically before walking towards him (and tripping a few times).

“Remember when I said I’d order some toys for Dante as a surprise?”

Levi’s eye twitches. “Don’t tell me—”

“I accidentally ordered 10,000 instead of 10. Online shopping struggles, am I right?” You nervously chuckle at his pissed off face. Levi was not in the mood.

Your smile widens as you make twinkly gestures with your hands. “So uh... surprise?”

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vi. sixth terrace: gluttony

The clinic is still when you first entered.

The harsh smell of alcohol and sterile metal makes your nose grimace, and the coldness of the thermostat brings goosebumps to your arms. Behind the wall, somewhete in the waiting room, cats are hissing, dogs are barking, and you could even hear the sound of birds angrily chirping and rattling their cages.

Dante cowers in fear on the silver table, and your heart aches. His ears are down and his fur’s standing on its ends, but you couldn’t comfort him. Not right now, at least. The veterinarian still needed to do a few more checks.

You gulp, “how’s... how’s Dante looking, doc?”

“Not good,” she murmurs. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she takes a deep sigh as she eyes the information on the chart. “It’ll take months before he can walk properly again, possibly more if we don’t do anything about it soon.”

“Don’t tell me... is he—-”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” she sighs. “But your cat is heavily obese.”

The corners of your lips twitch down into a frown, and your palm is warm when you start to stroke Dante’s fur. He calms down a bit from your touch, less on edge but still guarded as he warily eyes the doctor’s gloved hands.

“But I don’t understand,” you reply. “I’ve been following the recommended diet you put him on, and I haven’t been feeding him anything other than the cat food and vitamins you recommended. How’s he still obese?”

“Well, we could look into other solutions, but for now I think we ought to look at whether or not Dante has an underlying health problem.”

Levi tunes out the chatter between you and the vet, bored eyes staring into nothing. He’s leaning against a wall and he’s watching the cat carrier. Your bag’s slung over his shoulders and your coat’s in his arms, and he was sure you didn’t even need him to be here for “moral support.”

He mentally scoffs. You probably just needed a chauffeur to drive you for free, and honestly, Levi would rather feel like a chauffeur than a coat rack.

His eyes make contact with Dante’s, and all the fear in the cat’s eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with a steely glare and bared teeth. A warning, one no one else notices but him.

Levi gives him a solitary nod, understanding what Dante wanted to say.

Don’t tell Y/N I’ve been sneaking to the neighbors.

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vii. seventh terrace: desire

There’s something about the buzz of alcohol and nicotine that makes Levi confident—- the liquid courage in his veins and the smoke in his lungs clouding his judgement. Perhaps that’s where he finally gets the balls to cross the room, drunken eyes on your equally intoxicated ones, before he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss starts slow, with lips just interlocking and lightly testing the waters. But then he feels your tongue make its way inside his mouth and your fingers weave into his hair to tug him closer, and Levi loses the last threads of inhibition he has. His tongue massages yours and one of his arm wraps around your waist, the other comes down to grope and knead your ass. He feels you walk backwards and your hand pulls at his tie, dragging him with you. Suddenly he’s trapping you against a wall, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his hips so he could grind his crotch into yours.

Levi doesn’t expect his first kiss with you to be like this; messy and full of tongue and spit, full of fingers clawing at clothes and small grunts escaping your lips. He was hoping it’d be more romantic, with warm cheeks and fingers softly intertwining, shy kisses exchanged through little smiles.

But he’s not about to complain—- he’s wanted to be with you for years, and god he loved having you like this. Loved having you all hot and desperate, trapped between his firm chest and the wall. His cock is hard in his pants, and he just about growls when he feels you start to undo his belt, the fly of his pants coming down as you got on your knees and stared up at him with innocent eyes as you pull out his aching boner. There’s a cheeky grin your face when you pump at his length, and your tongue peaks out of your mouth before—

“Levi, are you okay?”

His eyes snap open, and he’s greeted to the sight of your worried face directly above his.

“Fuck!” he yells, and his forehead slams into yours when he flinches away. “Sorry, sorry” he quickly ammends when you yelp in pain.

He’s covered in sweat, he notices. Chest heaving, heart beating a little too loud for his liking, and he silently pulls the blankets over his cum stained boxers when you sit beside him.

God, he was really hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that he came in his pants like a high schooler. And it was before dream you even got to suck him off. How much more pathetic could he be.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, m’fine, it’s just...” your eyes are distracted, staring off into space. Fingers trace his thighs, and you sigh. “You were having a nightmare,”

Levi blinks. “What?”

“You were having a nightmare,” you repeat. “Kept tossing and turning and groaning in your sleep. And you kept making these... funny faces,”

“...right,” he nods. Sure, a nightmare. A nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

It takes about ten minutes to reassure you that yes, he was fine, don’t mind the way his cheeks are flushed, he was just... shaken up from his nightmare, is all. Then you’re back to bed, sleeping the night away, and twenty minutes later he’s on his way back to bed too; this time with a fresh pair of boxers and a content look on his face, all thanks to him finishing off his fantasies in the communal bathroom during his shower.

The door makes a quiet click when he shuts it behind him, and he freezes when he catches sight of Dante sat up on your bed, tail flicking behind him as he gives Levi a knowing look.

Levi squints his eyes, and he threateningly whispers, “you tell no one.”

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epilogue

The half empty room brings a frown to your face, and all you could do was pout as you sealed up the last of the boxes.

“Why do you have to leave again?” you ask, and Levi turns around as he finishes folding the last of his clothes. He shrugs. “Cats aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You owed him your entire college career, that much was sure. The RA’s found out about Dante, and Levi had taken the fall to spare you. He wasn’t required to move out since it was only his first strike, but he insisted on doing so so that Dante wouldn’t be alone, saying he already found an apartment nearby and he’ll never hear the end of it from you if he didn’t take Dante with him.

Bullshit. Levi had a soft spot for Dante, you knew that much. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. Though normally you’d be overjoyed to know that Levi really did secretly like the cat he pretended to hate so much, this time, you were just pissed. You couldn’t believe a fucking cat was stealing away the guy you’ve been in love with since high school. Sure, you were too much of a coward to ask him out, but he was basically your boyfriend already—- the entire campus knew you inadvertently had dibs on each other.

“Yeah but... do you have to leave me alone?”

“I asked you to come with me, and you said no.” He points out. “I still don’t see why when we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“It’s different off-campus!”

“How?”

“Because it’s like... it’s like we’re moving in together, y’know?” you reply. “And it seemed wrong to move in with you when we’re not even dating.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, handing you a spare key to what you could only assume was his new apartment. You glance between him and the key in your hands, and he rolls his eyes when he realizes that you still don’t get it.

“I know we’re doing this backwards since couples don’t typically move in before the first date,” he says before gesturing to Dante. “But we already have a son, and I know you’re his favorite parent. We can share custody until you can move in with me.”

You blink. “What?” Your brain stopped working when Levi referred to you as a couple, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating too. At this point, anything he said went in one ear and out the other. He flicks your forehead.

“Hey— ow! What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“And you’re being a prick!” you grumble. “It hurts, y’know.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” he scoffs.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain, “I’d rather you kiss me.”

Wait. What?

Before you could go back on your words, Levi shrugs. Warm palms gently grab your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. Your eyes widen and you momentarily freeze, brain definitely not working anymore. He hesitates when you don’t make a move, but then you’re shyly leaning forward, and that was all the confirmation Levi needs.

“If you insist,” he whispers, and suddenly your words die on your tongue when his lips interlock with yours.

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[ladyddanger]

Caged bird AU

“Look! Look man I’m sure your guys have a lot of people and a lot of mouths to feed, you don’t want to waste shit on two sick hybrids right?” Quackity’s voice was slik his words logical if you didn’t look closely enough. But Wilbur was looking closely, was watching horrified as the situation slipped out of his control. “We’re not here to hurt you. We just want to help, please just let us help you.” Wilbur begged taking a step forwards. Quackity hissed angrily. “I’m not fucking stupid Pal. If you won’t let us go Fine. Fine! I don’t want to hurt him-.” Sapnap gasped as Quackity pressed the glass deeper blood spilling over pale skin. Karl sobbed softly into his hands. “But I will.”

[gabrielamay-art]

-Elphaba and Fiyero - Commission Art for Lilli ~

Today I bring a different art of my usual, two characters from a book that retelling the story of The Witch of the West, from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Here we have Elphaba and Fiyero in a beautiful performance with aerial sliks! 💚

I had the opportunity to work and develop a small part of their outfits according to the sources and references from my customer, and using this as a guidance for my work for this circus AU vibe. Honestly, I really loved the final piece!