#titanic au

[in-need-of-space]

I've been thinking about a jayvik titanic au where Viktor is Jack and Jayce is Rose, but I keep getting stuck on how the scene where Jack and Rose officially meet. The scene could play out similarly to canon with Jayce on the side of the ship, preparing to jump only to be stopped by Viktor, EXCEPT that if Jayce were to actually slip like Rose does in the film I don't think Viktor might have the strength to pull him up. Like the story would end there with both of them just falling overboard. Maybe Viktor has the strength to hold onto Jayce long enough to think of a solution, or maybe he's just strong enough to help Jayce pull himself up but even then I'm pretty sure that would probably dislocate Viktors shoulder?

[littledrownedrat]

Potential 9-1-1 Titanic AU

Eddie: the son of a wealthy businessman whose family are moving to America to expand their business with the intention of giving Eddie more responsibility. Travelling with them is Shannon, who is Eddie’s best friend and soon to be fiancé at their parent’s behest.

Buck: a photographer who won the ticket he was desperately after in order to get to America for his sister’s wedding to Chimney so he can give her away.

Karen and Hen: Karen is leading the expedition and the one to discover Buck’s camera in the safe. They are not interested in the monetary value of any of their finds, they just want to find out the lives of the people who were on that ship.

Bobby and Athena: Passengers on Titanic who, along with May and Harry, take Buck and Eddie under their wings.

Idk would anyone read this? Might write it anyway

[synthwavecryptid]

Okay last time I’ll bother y’all with Titanic AU nonsense but

THE CAR SCENE ✋💦

[catneylang]

Caejose titanic au brainrot fought and won

[bobamothman]

Titanic au

Personally, I do think it’ll be the others way around but I really wanted to draw Adam in a suit.

I wanted to make it look like a 1910s photo or give it that illusion to go with the aesthetic of the movie.

If this gets 100 likes, I’ll draw naked Adam like Lucifer’s French girls 🌝💕

[omniluci-estumbra]

“Titanic was called the ship of dreams and it was…it really was…” 🚢🚢🚢

Did I lose my mind because I drew every sparkle individually? Or did I draw every sparkle individually because I’ve lost my mind? ✨

More Dramione Titanic AU! Hermione is still Jack and Draco is still Rose but I think some things happen “the same” as the movie…like outfits! So the dress Hermione borrows from Molly Weasley (originally bought for Ginny) is Rose’s dress from the film and Draco is in Jack‘s tuxedo

Also Jack’s “to make each day count speech” at the dinner table is very Hermione coded to me

[evyltalks]

‘Wherever you go, I go. So I'll find my way back to you, even if it takes my whole life’

— these violent delights (have violent ends) by damagecontrol on AO3

I present you the design for a front and back cover for These violent delights, made for a trade with @/dragonandelmbindery on ig! It was truly a delights to work with her and I loved working on this project ! I hope you all will like it 🤍

[chiocchi]

Guess who watched Titanic and now wants them to fall in love on a ship that will sink? Y’know, for the angst </3

[vroom--vrooming]

Franco Colapinto x Reader

Titanic AU. Thief!Franco.

Don't know why I wrote it, but probably there won't be a part 2

The Titanic was a marvel, its grand deck stretching endlessly beneath the dazzling sunlight. You stood at the railing, your scarf wrapped loosely around your neck, fluttering gently in the sea breeze. Your family had insisted on this voyage, a luxurious journey across the Atlantic meant to secure their place among society's elite. But as much as the Titanic’s elegance amazed you, you found yourself yearning for freedom from the constant watchful eyes of your strict mother and overbearing family.

The scarf was the first thing Franco noticed. The wind caught it as the ship set sail, sending the delicate fabric flying out of your grasp. You gasped, reaching for it in vain, but the breeze carried it away. Standing nearby, Franco saw the scarf drift toward him and caught it before it could fall. His dark eyes traced the path of the scarf back to you, and for a moment, he forgot everything else.

You were breathtaking. Your beauty wasn’t just in your features—the soft curves of your face, the way the sunlight caught your hair—but in the way you held yourself. There was kindness in your eyes, even as you looked out at the crowd, unaware of his gaze. Franco tightened his grip on the scarf, intending to approach you, but then you turned and disappeared through the entrance to the first-class deck.

Franco hesitated, knowing he wouldn’t be allowed past the gates. He didn’t belong in first class. He didn’t belong on the Titanic at all. His ticket wasn’t his; he had stolen it to escape a life of poverty. But for the first time, he regretted not being someone else—someone worthy of your world.

He wasn’t about to give up, though. Franco wasn’t the type to let rules stop him. With a mischievous grin, he disappeared into the crowd. It didn’t take long for him to “borrow” what he needed: an expensive coat from a distracted gentleman, a gold watch left carelessly on a table, and a hat he snatched from a rack in the hallway. Now dressed the part of a first-class passenger, he adjusted his stolen hat, slipped the scarf into his pocket, and walked confidently toward the first-class area.

The guards barely spared him a glance this time, and Franco’s heart raced as he stepped onto the polished floors of the first-class deck. He wandered the grand corridors, searching for you. Just as he was starting to worry he’d lost you, he saw you again. You were walking ahead, your head held high, your gown flowing elegantly with every step. Franco quickened his pace, determined not to lose you.

But just as he was about to call out, a guard appeared, the one who has checked his ticket when he boarded the ship. The guard’s eyes narrowed, and Franco’s pulse quickened. He ducked his head, walking faster, and saw you disappear into one of the rooms at the end of the corridor. The guard was closing in, and Franco made a split-second decision. Before the door could close completely, he slipped inside.

The sudden sound startled you, and you turned to see a stranger in your room. Before you could scream, he moved quickly, closing the door and pinning you gently against it. His hand covered your mouth, and his dark yet soft eyes locked onto yours.

“Don’t scream,” he said softly, his voice smooth and low. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

You froze, your heart racing. He was handsome, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to sparkle with mischief. There was something about the way he looked at you—as if he’d been searching for you his entire life. Slowly, he removed his hand from your mouth.

“Who are you?” you demanded, your voice trembling.

He grinned, leaning casually against the door. “Franco,” he said, his tone playful. “And you are even more stunning up close.”

You frowned, stepping back, but once again your back pressed against the door. “What are you doing in my room? If I call for the guards…”

“You wouldn’t do that,” he interrupted, his gaze never leaving yours. “Not after I went through so much trouble to see you again.”

“See me again?” you repeated, confused.

Franco reached into his pocket and pulled out your scarf, holding it up with a smile. “This belongs to you, doesn’t it?”

You stared at the scarf, then back at him. “You stole my scarf?”

“Caught it,” he corrected, taking a step closer. “But if you’d rather think of me as a thief, I won’t argue.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but a knock at the door made you freeze.

“Darling?” your mother’s sharp voice called. “What’s taking so long? Open this door at once.”

Your eyes widened in panic, and you turned to Franco. He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your reaction. Before you could stop him, he reached for the doorknob, but you grabbed his arm and clapped a hand over his mouth.

“I’m changing, Mother!” you called, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ll join you soon.”

There was a pause, then the sound of retreating footsteps. You let out a sigh of relief and turned back to Franco, who was grinning behind your hand. You quickly pulled your hand away, glaring at him.

“You think this is funny?” you hissed.

“Hilarious,” he said, leaning closer. “You’re quite the liar when you need to be.”

You scowled. “If anyone finds out you were in here, my family will have you thrown in the brig.”

“Then I’ll just have to be more careful next time I visit,” he teased, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Don’t worry. I’ll knock first.”

“There won’t be a next time,” you snapped, reaching for the door to let him out. But before you could open it, Franco reached up and plucked the pin from your hair, letting your locks fall freely around your shoulders.

“A souvenir,” he said with a wink, tucking the pin into his pocket. “Until we meet again.”

Before you could respond, he slipped out the door and disappeared down the corridor. You stood there for a moment, stunned, your heart racing, and your scarf in your hand. You knew you should tell someone about what had happened, but as you touched your now-loose hair, you realized you didn’t want to. Not yet, anyway.

[nixies-creations]

Hangster, Titanic AU: Jack!Bradley x Rose!Jake.

"Do you know what I saw when I first looked at her, at the mighty Titanic?" Jake asks as he settles to lean against the rail next to Bradley. "I saw my whole life play out as if I had already been made to live it. Saw myself parade about like a doll. A show pony meant to only be brought out to appease my father and wife's parents. Meant to have at least two children that I would have no true say in. Not their names not their lives or dreams. I could see it all, in a blink of an eye." "What do you see now?" Bradley asks, quietly after a moment of just staring out at the endless expansion of the ocean surrounding them. "I saw my escape, my death," he whispers quietly before turning to look and finding Bradley already staring at him with his dark eyes hooded. "Now I think I see a reason to run, to truly run, when we reach the docks." Pausing, he feels a flush crawl up his neck as he turns back to stare out at the calm surface of the water. "It's not up to you to save me, Bradley," he says after a moment. "But I am grateful you chose to do so. That you seem to want to do so even after everything my father and fiancé's father have tried to put you through." Bradley leans in closer, crowding further into Jake's space and murmurs softly, meant only for Jake's ears, as he says, "sweetheart, if you asked, I'd run away with you. You just need to ask me, Jake, and I'll do everything in my power to give it to you."

[mirdeli]

I commissioned @miss--soapy for some screenshots for Hymn to the Sea's 8th chapter (and also for the final one, but more on that later) - THANK YOU x100 ONCE AGAIN!! These turned out absolutely astonishing!!! ❤️ I wholeheartedly recommend commissioning her!! Ominis is truly flying 🥺🥺❤️

[kaisnation]

promise me you'll survive. that you won't give up, no matter what happens. no matter how hopeless.

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i just watched titanic 1997. yes, for the first time. at this day and age. i'm tearing my hair out plunging into ocean water bawling against my pillow pacing around the room screaming until all the air in my lungs run out. I CANT DO RHIS ANYMROE

[designtheendless]

Titanic au requested by anon

Thank you @agonydearestreplies for the scene suggestion! 💛✨

[synthwavecryptid]

The Titanic AU brainworms still have a vice grip on me I fear. 😔

Also do not ask me how bag of bones and elbows Hosea manages to haul Dutch’s ass back up and over the rail. Suspend disbelief with me for a second

(I needed to give him a standard name for a second, I know that’s controversial but deal with it)

[emily-mooon]

In honour of the fact that this blogs birthday is coming up soon in March of 2025, I decided to redraw the jancy titanic au portraits (with a few changes) from the first piece of fanart I ever posted to the internet!

Original from 2023

[bobamothman]

As promised, got a 100 and now Adam is drawn like a French Girl.

I like to think Adam mentally freakin out as he was being drawn my a short man

I apologized if it’s crap, I made it while I was sick of something.

Thank you @the-biggest-soup for the 100th 💕

The sketch: