#titans towe au

[vulnonapix1234]

The lack of cursed Tim Drake stories/aus is honestly unbelievable.

He grew up in a house full of Archeological findings, mostly alone without any adult supervision.

Anyway. I have one that isn't as angsty as it could be, in which he doesn't get cursed out of maliciously, but because of kindness.

The curse was held in a wolf statue and gifted him the ability to turn into one. But only if his emotions get out of hand. Be it happiness, fear, or anger.

So he trained himself to control his emotions, as his wolf side was quite handy for his bird-watching hobby.

(He also ends up with quite the resting bitch face because of this. It also helped him a lot as Robin)

But he also needs to shift from time to time or else he'll get... a bit irrational.

Then he becomes Robin and Bruce, the best detective in the world, has no idea about his true nature.

The only people that know are Alfred, Cass, and Jason.

Alfred found out on one of his "check ins" With Tim. He used to visit him daily with an nice lunch packet to make sure he was alright and the first time he did, Tim was so surprised that he spawned tail and puppy ears.

Cass is his cuddle buddy. They are like siblings and love each other. Tim is also aware that someone must know. For case of emergency.

Jason wanted to cripple his replacement and got body checked by an overgrown puppy. Like Tim got so happy that his packmate was still alive that he couldn't control himself. The shook was enough to snap him out of the pit madness

(Jason: does dad know?

Tim: dad?

Jason: I meant Bruce.

Tim: ew. That's my boss.)

The rest of the batfamily doesn't know, but is still influenced by his ferral wild side.

Mostly Damian. Because Tim can't take this tiny Puppy seriously. He is a baby and part of his Pack. Tim also doesn't get that he is trying to murder him. He seriously thinks that Damian is initiating play fights and he, as a good big brother, indulges in it. These playfights are actually pretty good for Damian.

It helps with his murderous tendencies and it became more playing than fighting quickly.

These Play Fights help a lot with stress and anxiety for the both of them.

Dick isn't aware that they are playing. He seriously thinks that they dislike each other as if Tim wouldn't pull Damian into Bruces' bed whenever they had a bad patrol.

Also, his relationship with dick is a lot more open.

He gets that he sounded like a lunatic. He understands that Damian is the new pack puppy that needs to be watched 24/7.

But he also knows that his big brother loves him a lot and that he gives the best hugs. He loves him with all his heart and trusts him with his life.

Tim is protective of Duke. He is still new to the pack and the villigate life. That he patrols all alone gives him a lot of anxiety and he often follows him in wolf form. Duke thinks that he is a lost stray and always has some jerky for him.

The only person that Tim has a bit of a problem is Bruce. Because he is eternally torn between "this is a work relationship and he is my boss" and "Papa who gives me loving head pats". It's a real struggle for him.

[mariabtsos]

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| Chapter 9

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: One-shot, Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: ANGST, major character death, descriptions of drowning or being stuck underwater, mentions of coma and it's effect (Brain Death wasn't discovered until 1968), ending of life supporting measures, grief, amputation of a limb.

AN: This is the second to last chapter, next one will be the final one, it will include a source list with excellent channels and educational sources for you to inform yourself about the Titanic and how everything played out according to history if you are not aware of the actual story, even if the 1997 film is somewhat accurate, there's things it got wrong that even I didn't know until my research for this story.

Word Count: 1.7K+

Thank goodness both Yoongi and Jungkook were being sent to the same hospital, Taehyung and Jimin arrived an hour or so after you, you made sure to give their names to the nurses so they could come see you, since you had to be admitted due to your knee, and the horrible frostbite on your nose and fingers.

You’d been put in the same ambulance as Jungkook, and although you were so happy to see him, his state made your heart shrivel up. His eyes were shut, and he looked so pale, you could still see some little spots of frost on his hair. He was still breathing from what you could tell, and you wondered if he could still hear you.

You tried reaching for his hand but the EMT stopped you, explaining that they had to take his temperature and then wrap him up in wool blankets, given how cold he was to the touch. All you could do was talk to him.

“We made it, Jungkook! We're almost at the hospital, you just have to hold on for a little longer,” you felt yourself tear up, why had this happened this way? You were supposed to be running off together right now, with Jimin, Taehyung, and Chris in tow. How had it all gone so wrong?

You were separated once you made it to the hospital, they had to take him for some tests and you to get your knee and ribs taken care of. The pain was unbearable, you hadn't realized how bad your knee was hurt until they set it back in place, then again, the doctors said that you had just reached normal temperature. Maybe you were too cold and too worried about Jungkook to care.

You were given crutches and pain meds and sent on your way, the hospital needed the beds.

“Ynie?” You saw Taehyung standing in the waiting room, tears in his eyes. You were so grateful they had made it to the hospital, and you didn't hesitate to give him a hug.

“Tae, thank goodness you're here!” He hugged you tightly, and soon after Jimin hugged you as well, the baby in his arms was now swaddled and had a little beanie, “did they tell you when Jungkook might be waking up?” the latter asked as you pulled away, you simply shook your head.

“I hope it's soon, did you guys see Yoongi? Is he okay?”

“We know he's awake, and we know he was screaming, but so were a lot of other folks,” Jimin answered. It was like he called on something, all of the sudden more screaming was heard. It wasn't just victims in pain anymore.

You saw a woman with one of her children down on her knees screaming. A bigger family hugging a pair of small children, a man quietly sobbing in the corner, and so many others. You were so lucky to still be alive, to have the one you love still be alive. You felt horrible for all of them.

“That big family over there, aren't those Martha's kids?” Jimin nudged Taehyung, who immediately made his way to them, followed quickly by Jimin.

You watched as they talked to them all, the kids immediately hugging Tae’s legs, his face contorted a bit as he kneeled down to be at the children's level, they hugged him tightly. You realized quickly that their mom probably begged for someone to take them up to the lifeboats, or maybe she'd managed to get there before they launched and she put them in there first?

Did you see her floating body when you were in the water with Jungkook? Had she been one of the first screams to dull down, or one of the last ones along with you? You assumed it was the latter, you hoped that's what it was and not that their other family had to come get them because they had no one else left.

Taehyung and Jimin sat quietly next to you in the waiting room, the dread you felt was unbearable, almost like the same dread you felt just a five days ago, when you boarded the ship that was now thousands of feet underwater, you wondered if there were alive toward the end, and you shivered at how horrifying, dark and lonely that must’ve been, going down with a ship and seeing nothing but darkness during your final moments.

You shuddered.

After what felt like hours to you, a doctor finally came out “Relatives of Jungkook Jeon?” The man called, he butchered your lover's name so horribly, but you didn't care at the moment, you stood up faster than your brain could realize and Taehyung ended up having to hold you up since you forgot your crutches.

“I'm his wife, is he okay? Can we go see him? Will he be discharged soon?” your mouth was moving faster than ever as you asked the questions.

“Mrs Jeon…” the doctor took a deep breath, you'd seen the look he was giving you before, you and your mother got that look when your father passed away. You started breaking down. “We did all we could but he seems to be in a deep comatose state and he can't breathe on his own,” he explained. You felt your knees buckle under you.

“Do you want us to stop life saving measures?”

How can this be? You both made it, you both got taken out of the water, he made it to a hospital. Why was that not enough? Why did his life have to end? You couldn't go on without him, you could go on, you were supposed to run off together.

“Mrs. Jeon?”

How could they ask you such a thing? You weren't going to kill the one you loved, who would do that? Surely there was something they could do, Jungkook would pull through, he was going to come back to you and they would have to, they were doctors afterall, if they couldn't save Jungkook then who could they save?

You suddenly felt faint, and all you heard Taehyung and Jimin yelling your name.

Where am I?

That was your first thought as you floated through the bright void you found yourself in. It wasn't like that for long, morphing into what seemed to be Jungkook’s hospital room.

“Hey darling,” hearing his voice made your knees buckle again. You turned and ran toward him, he was awake and smiling, you jumped into his arms and he hugged you tightly.

“What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here,” you were confused.

“What do you mean? We're supposed to leave together?”

Your lover sighed, the pain in his eyes was something you hated seeing. “This is my stop darling, I won't be able to join you,” he explained, and you felt yourself break all over again, “Remember what I said in the water? You need to live, make each day count, and one day we’ll meet again okay?” he held your face in his hands, “it’s okay to let me go, just don’t let them bury me okay, my body being in one place forever is not like me at all,” he wiped the tears streaming down your face.

“I’ll never let go, I will live for both of us Kook,” you bid farewell tearfully as his hospital room door opened. At the last second you felt him pull you, giving you one last kiss before what felt like a gust of wind pushed you out of the room.

And then you woke up.

You were still on the ground, Taehyung was holding you and the doctor was checking your pupils with a small light, “Are you okay? You scared us half to death, Yn!” Jimin sounded frustrated but relieved, you attempted to get up, but the doctor and Taehyung held you down, encouraging you to do so slowly.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as they helped you up, Jimin handed you your crutches, and the doctor placed his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay Mrs. Jeon, I’m sorry that I couldn’t give you better news, I’ll let you think about it and you can let one of the nurses know what you’d like, and they’ll let me know.”

Once he was gone you let Jimin and Taehyung know about what had happened, about your…dream? That’s what it had to have been. You told them what Jungkook told you and they were nothing but supportive, letting you know that whatever decision you made they’d be by your side. So you decided to let him go. It wasn’t the easiest decision, and the last few minutes of Jungkook’s life were the most painful you had ever felt in your short 18 years of life. You sobbed as they listened for a heartbeat or for any breathing. “Nurse, let it be on record, time of death is 20:25,” he put his supplies back into his coat pockets, “I’m very sorry for your loss Mrs. Jeon.”

Taehyung held you and Jimin rubbed your back, as he had his baby in his arms, you sobbed until your head hurt. The only good thing about this was that Yoongi did pull through, his right leg had to be amputated due to how broken it was and the damage the frostbite had done to it. It was a few more weeks before he was fully discharged, and thankfully a lot of first class passengers had come together to get accommodations for less fortunate survivors, Ms. Molly ended up finding Tae and Jimin, and you hid behind a pillar with Yoongi, who begged to not be seen by anyone you knew, whilst they spoke.

“Have any of you seen Yn? Or Jungkook?” she asked with a concerned look on her face. “We think they died in the water,” Taehyung sounded somber. You peeked to see the woman who had been so motherly to you, for a split second you thought she caught a glimpse of you.

“Oh…” the older woman’s voice shook, “well, I’ll give you this, I had set it aside for Jungkook, he was a wonderful young man and he deserved a better start here, you should be getting checks as well shortly with some compensation and Mr. Ismay has arranged for transportation for you and…anyone else who traveled with you,” she said a little louder. She whispered a last take care of her, before she walked away. They did end up getting $950 each, totalling a good $1900. You all set to travel up to northern New York, you wanted life away from the busy city for now, but you will ensure to live life to the fullest. For yourself and for Jungkook.

[hazel-of-sodor]

Day 28 A-Morro Castle

Day 28 A-Art of Communication

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‘S.O.S. S.O.S. this is S.S. Morro Castle, to any ship in range, I have a fire on board, please respond, my coordinates are…”

The stricken American liner called out desperately into the storm. She could feel the fire within her, spreading largely unimpeded by her crew, even as she was buffeted by the gale around her. They still had her heading into the wind for Siren’s sake!

‘S.O.S. S.O…’

‘R.M.S. Titanic calling to Morro Castle, I’m headed your way, twenty minutes out.’

Morro wanted to sob with relief, she had feared her distress calls would go unheeded in the storm, instead the Siren’s champion was in range.

‘Thank you! My crew have no idea what to do, my Captain passed away last night and my chief officer…he doesn't know what to do.’

The other liner was silent for a moment, ‘then take over.’

‘I…’

‘the lives of your crew and passengers are in the balance,’ the White Star Liner said firmly, but not unkindly, ‘you have to take control.’

Morro hesitated then nodded, ‘Okay, but I'm not sure…’

‘I’ll help.’

‘Thank you.’

Morro forced her rudder over, turning away from the wind, “All available crew,” she called out, “report to fire fighting stations. All passengers, report to the boat deck.”

She forced her fire doors around the fire closed, “Remain calm, R.M.S. Titanic is on her way, and expected to arrive within twenty minutes.”

She felt her crew respond, rushing to their stations even as her passengers mustered by the lifeboats, but still the fire spread. Just as she was losing hope, she heard deep whistles from behind. 

Titanic had arrived, the great Olympic class liner towering over the smaller ship. The older ship threw lines with experienced ease, pulling the younger liner close. Crew with fire fighting equipment lined her top deck.

 “Wait…Now!” The liner roared, and her crew jumped down to the Morro’s decks, unhooking themselves from their safety lines and racing off to join the fight against the fire. Slowly, but surely the fire was contained. Foot by foot, room by room the two crews fought the fire back, even as Morro's passengers were transferred to the larger ship. The larger ship had placed herself to shield Morro Castle from the worst of the wind, looming alongside, a massive wall of steel and light. Slowly other ships responded, their crews helping extinguish the fire and transfer Morro’s Passengers.

Dawn finally broke, and with it the storm. The morning light saw the stricken liner being towed into New York Harbor by the White Star Liner. Tugs raced up to take the two ships under tow.

“You did good, young Lass.” Titanic said, stretching. On a ship as large as her, Morro suspected that the watching humans might have noticed the movement.

“I don't feel like it,” Morro admitted quietly, “I feel like I just burned while you took over.”

“You got your crew, passengers, and yourself home.” The Olympic class said seriously “that is all anyone can ask of you. You took over when it became clear your crew didn't know what to do, and were able to let someone else take over when they needed to. I’ve seen far worse performances during far better situations during my time.”

The great liner shrugged, “some days are hell.” She said bluntly, “you can’t change that. All you can do is wait them out.”

The lead tug whistled, and they began pulling the older liner away.

“Thank you!” Morro called out, “I wouldn't have made it without you.”

Titanic chuckled, “of course little one.”

A/N: Hello Loves! This takes place in 1934, shortly before Titanic and her sisters would be purchased by the Soodor Star Line. IRL no is certain even to this day why Morro Castle caught ablaze, but at least in this AU she was saved. Love Y'all!

[teakookssi]

Before I Leave You [Eren/Levi x Reader FF]

[ full story can be found here or here ]

[Overview & prologue]

➺ pairing: levi ackerman/eren jeager x fem!reader 

➺content: mafia au, crime, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst, lol so much angst

➺warnings: YO. SHIT. IS. DARK. violence, blood, strong language, guns/weapons, and illegal activities are all mentioned but hey, that’s attack on titan for you, so if you can handle that, you can handle this (: 

chapter 10: crime & punishment

“Well, if it isn’t my wayward daughter,” Ymir says to you in greeting, his deep voice rumbling against the quiet night as he comes to stand in front of you. “Finally found your way back home, I see.”

You turn your head away petulantly, jaw clenched. His tone is mocking, trying to provoke you. Wanting to get you to admit you messed up. That the sole reason he is here is because you disobeyed him and are incapable of handling things on your own.

You have too much pride to admit to such a thing, but your father is not one to let you off the hook so easily. 

His hand is cold and rough as he tilts your face to his.

Piercing sapphire eyes stare down at you, pinning you in place. You're not surprised by the lack of warmth or the hint of danger you find in them. But there’s a chilling intensity to them, reminding you of the deep, vast ocean in the middle of winter. 

You fear you will drown in them.

“You’ve been out playing past your bedtime, darling,” Ymir chides in a fatherly tone while subtly glancing over your features for any signs of damage. When he finds none, his devilish smile grows wider, revealing his sharp canines. “We can’t have that now, can we?” 

As he says this, two of your father’s men appear behind him and reach out over you to rudely yank Eren from your side.

Naturally, Eren panics and calls to you for help, but you do well to neither react nor turn back to look at him. Not when your father is watching you as closely as he is. Either way, you don’t need to look behind you to know they’ve dragged Eren up the stairs to your front porch and roughly shoved him inside your house to wait for judgment.

You let them all do as they please without protest, but the same cannot be said regarding your father, and you pull away from his hold with open resentment. 

Ymir blinks, his hand hanging momentarily in the air as he acknowledges your little tantrum, but his calm demeanor remains unchanged and he drops his hand shortly after. He then straightens and beckons you forward with a crooked smile. “Come, now. We have much to discuss.”

Taking the lead, he follows his men's footsteps in the direction of your front door with the menacing grace that would make even the fiercest animal bow down to him. You throw Levi one last deadly glare in his direction before begrudgingly following after your father. 

There is no hiding how much you don’t want him here. Ymir's presence for you is degrading and belittling. Reminding you that in comparison to him, you are still nothing more than an overindulged child who had been handed guns and knives to play with like toys. And that no matter what you do, you are incapable of inflicting any real damage or bring about any real change to the family business unless he willed it first. 

But your sullen attitude doesn't seem to faze your father. Rather, he seems to find it all the more inviting—much to your great displeasure.

Making your way inside with the rest of your circle in tow, you catch sight of Eren sitting nervously in the foyer as two of your father’s men stand over him, keeping him in place. You feel his gaze on you as you walk past, but you don’t spare him a single glance. One of your father’s men stands waiting for you outside your study a few doors down, which is where you assume your father has taken station, so you head straight towards it.

You take a deep breath and exhale sharply before stepping inside. When you finally do, his guard closes the door behind you with a deafening click that leaves the room in eerie silence. The room itself is a mixture of leather chairs, fine furniture, and wooden floors—not much unlike the rest of your house—while the lamps in the room turn the lighting dim, and a warm rich yellow hue.

Your father stands near the far right of the room by your desk with his back to you, pouring himself a drink from your stash of liquor. 

As you anxiously await for him to address you first, you deliberate the best way to approach this. If you want things to play out in your favor, you need to play your cards right. You can’t afford for him to know the truth about what really happened to you this morning or all your plans involving Erwin will be ruined.

After taking a shot of his drink, Ymir places his empty glass back on the table next to your bottles of liquor, and you brace yourself.

“I thought I taught you better than to let yourself fall prey to your enemies,” your father finally says, keeping his back to you. His tone is nonchalant, but you can hear the familiar edge in his voice that tells you he is very much upset. 

“I didn’t fall prey to anything,” you reply back curtly, trying to match his casual tone, but a note of irritation remains present in your voice. “I chose to run away.”

He glimpses over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow. “Is that what you’re calling it?”

“It’s the truth,” you tell him sharply. “I left of my own free will.”

Your father hums in thought before slowly turning to face you. His expression still calm, but skeptical. “Then why do your people tell a different story?”

You roll your eyes with a sharp sigh, not missing a beat. “Because they only ever know what I need them to know.” You wave a dismissive hand in the air. “It’s a nuisance having to explain to them every little thing I do.”

Ymir studies you closely for a moment longer before pouring himself another drink and taking it back with him to sit at your desk. “They say you were in poor condition this morning,” he informs you, leaning back in his chair. “That you were struggling to even walk. You were advised against going out in such a state, but you refused to listen.” 

Under his hard, stern gaze —were you anyone else— you would have bent down to his will right then and there. But you were not like everyone else. And if you didn’t want things to get worse for you, you could not be the one to cave in first. 

You offer your father a tight lip smile. “Right, well as you can see…” You gesture to your fully composed self before pulling out the leather chair facing your desk to sit across from him. “I can put on quite a show.”

But your father remains unconvinced. He reaches for his drink on the desk and takes a swing at it. “Historia insists otherwise.”

“Does she now?” you mutter dryly as he goes on, leaning back in your chair.

“She claims she saw you lying on the floor in my office. Unconscious. That that’s how that boy was able to kidnap you.”

Your siren gaze locks onto him like an iron snare. “That boy was just doing as I said. I was the one who told him to make Historia believe he was taking me back here. I made him persuade her not to tell anyone so we wouldn’t be followed.”

A flicker of barely controlled fury crosses your father's face as his steely eyes narrow on you. “You left unprotected and without notice.” Slowly, he rises to his feet and leans over the desk in front of you with a low growl. “Why?” 

It takes all your willpower to hold your ground and keep your leisurely posture from shifting under his scathing look.

You shrug halfheartedly. “I was…” you start to say before trailing off as something catches your eye over your father’s shoulder, making you pause as your blood runs cold with dread. 

The dead girl in the white bloody dress stands behind your father, haunting you as if she'd never left at all.  

Your eyes nervously flicker back to your father. Did he catch the wave of panic and fear that ran through you just now? You can’t read his expression, but if he did notice something, you needed to make it seem like it had all just been a trick of the eye and not you accidentally revealing how mentally unstable you really are. 

Your father keeps staring at you, waiting. 

“I was bored,” you finally answer him, hoping your voice doesn't betray how on edge you are. 

“You were bored,” Ymir repeats flatly. He looks almost insulted that that’s the best excuse you can come up with for him. Still, he nods with a click of his tongue, and with eyes downcast in thought, stands to circle around the desk before you. 

“I’ve tasked you to maintain order within this business while I secure our future in this world,” Ymir says with a scowl, his voice deep and rough. He points to the door behind you—to the world outside. “This sector is your playground. Crime gangs, your playthings. That should be more than enough to keep you entertained.” His scowl deepens as he leans forward, gripping the sides of your chair and caging you in his arms. “What more could you possibly want?”

His close proximity has you inhaling his familiar scent—a strong mixture of whiskey, cigarettes, and sandalwood cologne that overwhelms your senses. But his words momentarily still your demons, allowing your mind to refocus as he reminds you of your ultimate goal. 

“You know what I want.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “Is that why you left that little message for Erwin with that journalist’s wife?”

Your eyes gleam against the light. Hitch. 

Oh, that woman had done most beautifully. After you'd left Marlow’s household, you’d had Sasha stay behind —keeping herself to the shadows — to make sure Hitch delivered your message to Erwin as she promised she would in accordance to the deal she’d made with you. According to Sasha, Hitch did in fact wait with her sleeping daughter in her arms, in the middle of the bloodbath you and your people left behind until Erwin showed up. When Erwin finally arrived less than a half hour later, he offered Hitch and her daughter protection, as you knew he would. But much to his surprise, and your extreme delight, she out front denied him.

“You can’t protect anyone,” Hitch had spat at him before placing a blank white envelope in front of him. “The daughter of Ymir sends her regards.”

Inside the envelope was a sheet of paper with two sentences: I win. Your move. Which Sasha had assured you he’d read because he then crumpled the paper in his hands and left.

Admittedly, it had been a bold move. You had gambled it all on the love of a mother for her child, but Hitch was a smart woman. Allowing Marlow to side with Erwin had lost her her husband. She would not make the same mistake twice and risk losing her daughter the same way.

Your father's grip on the sides of your leather chair tighten as he notes the smug look on your face, bringing you back to the present. “Proud, are we?” 

But you bristle at his tone and jump to your feet, scraping the chair behind you. “I did what was necessary!” you snap back at him unapologetically, pointing at his chest. “To protect your reputation. As you told me to do.”

Ymir’s patience wears out. 

“No.” In one swift movement, Ymir reaches for your extended arm and pulls you in towards him, making you collide against his chest. “You acted out of foolishness,” he growls at you with bared teeth. “To prove a point. To put yourself on the playing field—without even thinking about the consequences. Of the delicate situation you would have put us in if things ended up getting traced back to you.”

But your father doesn’t have a firm enough hold on you. Fueled by your own anger, you easily twist free from his grip and shove him back, even though he hardly moves an inch. 

“I was careful!” you cry out with indignation. “Have you so little faith in me you think I would risk everything unless I knew the outcome with absolute certainty?” You shake your head, bitter. “You and Levi are the bloody same.”

You turn on your heels and march for the door, having had enough of his scolding.

“We are not finished,” your father says brusquely just as your hand closes on the door handle. 

You pause, hearing the warning in his tone. For a brief second, you contemplate leaving regardless, but you know it’ll just make things worse for you in the end. Reluctantly and through clenched teeth, you let your hand fall away. 

“Sit down.”

Your hands curl into fists at your side, hating the way he speaks to you. So you remain standing where you are, refusing to face him.

Ymir scoffs at your defiance as you hear him light a cigarette behind you. “I give you a small taste of power and you think yourself untouchable. But all you’ve done is prove to me you are not ready for any of it, no matter how strong or skilled you think you are.” Disappointment is laced in his voice as he blows out a smoke and adds, “Levi was right about you. You’ve grown far too impetuous and way too bloody fearless.”

Your eyes widen, enraged. “Levi?!” 

You turn and stride across the room to where your father now sits regally behind your desk, a cigarette in between his fingers. 

“Levi doesn’t know shit about me.” Not anymore. Not how he used to. “But of course, go ahead. Take his word over mine. Like you always do. What do I care.”

A small smile commandeers your father’s lips as he exhales a puff of smoke. “Oh, I don’t need to take his word for it. You’ve seen to that yourself.”

Your eyes narrow dangerously. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gives you a pointed look. “This isn’t the first time you have deliberately put yourself at risk for the sake of getting what you want.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you exclaim, exasperated. “I was never in any danger! Despite what you and Levi believe, I’m not helpless. I’m not weak. I don’t need to be protected. I can take care of myself. That’s what you trained me for all these years, isn’t it?”

Ymir's features harden. “I raised you the way I did so that I wouldn’t have to worry over you.” Your eyes follow his right hand as he moves it across the desk to tap the end of his cigarette on an ashtray. “But your actions as of late are rather concerning. I was willing to let it go, but now we have you disappearing for hours, acting recklessly and without reason.”

You shake your head and look away, frustrated. This was rendering futile. No matter what you said, your father wasn't going to believe any of it. 

“For the time being,” he goes on to add, “I want you home. Where you will be heavily monitored.”

You tense. “What?”

But Ymir continues. “You will have no control over the business. Nor will your little circle of misfits toys be obeying your every whim. They will be under orders to not let you leave the house.”

“For how long?” you ask through clenched teeth. 

Ymir shrugs and puts out his cigarette on the ashtray. “Until Levi sees fit.”

You close your eyes and exhale sharply. That manipulating son of a bitch! Nevertheless, you reign in your temper and throw the traitorous bastard to the back of your mind. You would deal with him soon enough. 

Flashing your eyes open, you focus all of your energy on your father. “This is fucking bullshit!” you tell him reproachfully. “How is any of this fair? I only did what you would’ve done.”

Ymir fixes you with a gaze dark and hard as coal. “And I need you to be better.” 

With an air of finality, he directs his attention away from you. “Call in Mr. Yeager,” Ymir orders aloud across the room to one of the guards stationed outside the door. 

You stiffen nervously as your gaze shifts to the door and then back to your father. “Why?”

Your father’s tone grows mild. “He has an interesting last name. Yeager. Don’t you think? Not very common.” But the evaluating look in your father's eye tells you he’s scheming, and you’re left feeling uneasy. He then slides his gaze over to you with a tilt of his head. “But perhaps more intriguing is this odd fascination he has for you that everyone keeps telling me about.”

Your jaw sets. “I’ve already looked into him. I told you, he’s harmless.”

Ymir raises an eyebrow. “You surprise me, daughter. Since when do you start letting your guard down around people that isn’t us?”

You scoff incredulously. “Are you serious? You’ve met the guy. You can’t seriously think he is capable of any ulterior motives—”

Your father cuts you off with a dangerous glare. “That boy did not come out of nowhere without reason and fall helplessly into your lap just to let himself be groomed by you. A wolf dressed in wool is still a wolf.”

You both slide your gaze to the door as you hear footsteps approach from the other side.

“But who knows?” your father muses ominously from behind your desk. “If he survives, we might make something out of him yet.”

You frown. If he survives?

Before you can ask anything further, the door swings open and Eren steps inside.

— 

“Mr. Eren Yeager,” Ymir says in way of greeting to the nervous looking young man making his way across the room towards him. “Take a seat.”

Eren wisely does as he’s told and sits across from your father in the same chair you had been sitting in moments before. His green eyes flick over to where you stand behind your father’s chair, but a look of indifference is all you greet him with and he flinches, disheartened.

Your father observes this exchange quietly before drawing Eren’s attention away from you. 

“You seem to be playing quite the hero for my daughter lately,” Ymir begins calmly, almost pleasantly. “Always coming to her rescue. Obeying her every whim. Giving in to her little tantrums…”

Eren promptly shakes his head. “Sir, I didn’t mean to cause any trouble—”

Ymir raises a hand to gently cut him off with a tight lip smile, sliding his icy gaze over to you. “Listening to her will always lead to trouble, I assure you.” 

You grimace and lean back against the bookshelf behind you with arms crossed, unamused.

“But…” Ymir reverts his focus back to Eren and gives him a knowing smile. “Something tells me you already know that.”

Eren doesn’t miss a beat. “I only wanted to help her,” he swears, throwing a glance at you.

But this is as much patience as Ymir is willing to offer because though his demeanor remains calm, your father's voice grows hard as steel. “You helped put her life at risk. At any given moment she was away from her guards, she could have been captured, held for ransom. Murdered. You could have led her into a trap. Betrayed her.”

Eren looks appalled. “I would never—” He turns to you for help, but your cold expression tells him not to expect anything from you so he hastily turns back to your father. “I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Ymir raises an eyebrow dubiously. “I’ve heard better lies spoken from lesser men. My wealth and success is no secret, Mr. Yeager. And people are capable of monstrous things if it means a chance at getting their hands on it.”

But this only causes Eren to withdraw back slightly in his seat, understanding clouding his expression as Eren confirms where, or rather whom, it is you’ve picked up your vindictive attitude and negative view towards the world. 

Sensing this change in him, you watch him carefully as his hands curl into fists in his lap, thinking he might give in. But then he steals a sideways glance in your direction and says pointedly, “Not all humans are monsters.”

You scowl, taking this as an invitation to come out and play.

“No,” you tell Eren none too kindly. “They’re worse.” You cock your head to the side, cruelness dripping from your voice as Eren stares back at you warily the closer you step towards him. “But not you, right? You’re the exception?”

You sense your father observing you closely from behind, wondering where you're going with this. Unaware that Eren’s words had been addressed to you and your morally grey decisions.

Your eyes narrow as you go on to say to Eren with open disdain, “In comparison to us, you’re a bloody saint, right?” 

Eren looks pained. “Anya, please—”

You cut him off and throw Ymir a wry smile over your shoulder. “How blessed are we, Father, to have a holy angel in our midst?”

But Ymir simply raises an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. As if to say, “Are you finished?” 

Lips pressed, you make an exaggerated gesture towards Eren, replying silently, “He's all yours.” 

You leave them to serve yourself a much needed drink, all the while scanning the room for any signs of that ghastly ghost of a girl. But the girl in the stained dress has remained absent ever since Eren first stepped into the room. 

You refrain from dwelling on that fact. 

Twirling the drink in your hand, you observe from afar as Ymir rises from his seat to make his way around your desk, forcing Eren’s attention back on him. He lights another cigarette in the process. 

“Mr. Yeager,” Ymir says, taking a seat at the edge of the desk in front of Eren and gesturing lazily in your direction. “Considering my daughter is standing here alive and well, I am willing to overlook today’s incident. But if this happens again, and I find you in the center of it, I promise I will not be as forgiving. So for your own sake, I advise you to keep your distance from her.”

Eren blinks up at your father in alarm, not at all expecting to hear such an order. “You want me to…?” Eren trails off as his head turns and his eyes slowly make their way across the room to where you stand. 

Your jaw clenches as you struggle to keep it together because that devastated look on his face is affecting you far more than you care to admit. So when Eren finds you taking in his reaction, you briskly turn away and walk off to the other side of the room, feeling unsteady. 

But that does little to stop him. Without thinking, Eren starts to get up, intent on reaching you to make you change your mind. Probably thinking this is a request you made that you wanted your father to fulfill. “Anya—”

Your father, however, keeps him seated, a heavy hand clasped firmly on Eren's shoulder.

“Looking after my daughter isn’t what you were hired for, Mr. Yeager,” your father reminds him coolly. “There’s no need for you to concern yourself over her.” 

And yet, despite your father’s warning undertone, Eren grows unresponsive, eyes lost in thought as he stares blankly at an invisible spot on the floor in front of him. 

Ymir cocks his head at him curiously before giving Eren's shoulder a firm shake. “Eren.” At his name, Eren slowly blinks to attention, signaling your father to press forward. “All I need from you is to keep working that charming smile of yours on my business partners and keep my company profiting.” He then gives Eren's shoulder a tight squeeze. “Fair enough?”

When Eren makes no further protest, Ymir starts to walk away to prepare himself another drink, thinking this is the end of the conversation. But Eren is far too still for your liking. And you fear the things going through his head as he then says to your father, “With all due respect, sir, but I can’t do that.”

Cold dread roots you in place as your father stops short a few feet away from your table of drinks. He stands unmoving for the longest of seconds, his back facing both you and Eren as you anxiously wait for him to respond.

Finally, Ymir gives the slightest tilt over his shoulder. “What was that now?” he asks Eren politely. 

But even with his back to you, you can hear the smile stretched on your father’s lips, and you realize this must be what your father has been goading Eren towards this whole time. 

“Stop,” you find yourself warning Eren as you try to cross the room towards him in urgent strides. “Stop talking. Now.”

But your father turns before you can reach Eren and Ymir raises a hand in your direction. That’s all he needs to do to stop you in your tracks. 

“Please continue, Mr. Yeager,” Ymir prompts, regarding Eren with a dark look in his eye that confirms your suspicions over this mysterious ploy of his. “You can’t do what exactly?”

Eren swallows nervously, but he locks eyes with your father nonetheless. “You want me to keep my distance from your daughter because you don’t trust me.” He nods once in agreement, his tone mild. “That’s fair, but…” He shakes his head with a clenched jaw. “I also can't turn my back on her.” His voice suddenly hardens, turns angry. “I won’t. Not when I know that every day her life is at risk. That the reason she’s always in danger and needs to be protected in the first place is because of the kind of businesses you run behind closed doors.” 

You slam your drink on the table beside you and lunge for Eren before your father can react. 

“Are you mad?!” you demand Eren vehemently, trying to play the role of the loyal daughter coming to her father’s defense. “You dare accuse my father—”

“Now, hold on, darling,” Ymir cuts you off, stepping in your path before you can properly get your hands on Eren. “I’d like to hear more about what Mr. Yeager has to say about the matter.”

You steal a nervous glance up at your father who keeps an arm around your middle to keep you in place. Ymir’s focus, however, never strays from Eren. 

“Why?” you demand, haughty. “He clearly has no idea what he’s talking about.”

Eren's gaze cuts to you sharply. “I know enough!” he snaps back at you, refusing to be blindsided. “I know that people walk the other way when they see any of you walking down the street. I see their fear. And I know what happens to those that threaten your family.”

You fight back a grimace, thinking now he’s really done it, as a sinister smile begins to creep up across your father's lips.

“You speak of things that can get you killed,” Ymir tells Eren before leaving your side to approach him the way a wolf sizes up its prey before going in for the kill.

Sensing his impending doom, Eren rushes to explain, “Because I think you’re making a mistake.”

“A mistake?” 

“Yes.” 

You don't miss the way Eren passes saliva down his throat as Ymir’s six foot three figure closes the gap between them. But despite your father's height tactic—which you know he enjoys exploiting to intimidate and exert his dominance over his enemies—Eren doesn’t back down. 

His voice remains steady as he tells your father, “I think I can be of better use to you if I remain by her side.”

You tsk in contempt so as to intervene. “As what? My guard dog?” You bark out a laugh. “Please. You have no survival skills whatsoever. You can’t protect anyone.”

Eren manages to look slightly smug as he turns to face you. “I saved you once before, didn’t I? I can easily do it again.”

That earns him a harsh scowl from you. “You acted out of stupidity, not skill.”

He lets out an irritated half laugh. “Then where were the rest of your ‘skilled’ guards when you needed them? I wouldn’t have had to jump in and save you if they had been doing their job in the first place.” 

Before you can argue back, Eren turns to Ymir. “Sir, her friends are too loyal to her to go against her. If she gives the word, they’ll let her do whatever she wants, even when they know it poses a threat to her life. Just look at what happened today. They let her leave the house this morning when she was struggling to even walk!”

You scoff in disbelief, your blood boiling as you sense yourself losing further control of the situation. Because what the hell was happening right now? Was this how Eren was planning on securing his bet with you? By sabotaging your relationships and forcing his way into your life so you had no way of escaping him or his moral influences? 

You turn on your father angrily, expecting him to put an end to this and back you up, only for you to find him standing a few feet away, busy pouring himself the drink Eren had interrupted him from preparing earlier before. 

“Father!” you cry out impatiently, demanding his attention. “Are you seriously going to let him keep talking about this? Tell him to fuck off already!”

“Well, actually, darling…” 

Ymir takes a languid drink of his liquor, the ice in his drink clinking against the glass with each slow and calculated step he makes back to his seat behind your desk. 

“He has a point.”

You stare at your father for a long moment, dumbfounded, before your eyes drift back to Eren and you slowly start to connect the dots. 

You shake your head, marching towards your father. “No. Absolutely not. That’s not why I brought him here!” You lean over the desk standing in between you and him. “His image is supposed to remain clean. If he’s seen in places he’s not supposed to be, working with people who—”

Ymir cuts you off with a wave. “That’s the least of my concern.” He leans back on his chair to evaluate Eren carefully from where he stands behind you. “What I want to know is just how far he’s willing to go to protect you.”

“As far as it takes,” Eren promptly answers, stepping forward. “Whatever she needs from me, I’ll do it.”

Your shoulders sag and you close your eyes in defeat as his response rewards Eren with a wicked grin from your father. “You would die for her?”

“Yes.”

Ymir raises an eyebrow. “Even…kill for her?”

A small noise of hesitation, like a strangled breath, escapes Eren's throat, snapping your eyes open. You twist towards him, noting his prolonged silence. 

Only for you to find he’s already looking at you. 

You try to look away, not wanting to get caught in those bright green eyes of his, but your body won’t cooperate. The way he’s looking at you is unnerving. Like he’s able to see past all your jagged edges and metal armor into the weary soul buried within.

Perhaps he can, because his eyes do not leave you as he answers your father with vast conviction, “If it meant saving her life, yes.”

You falter, breaking free from his gaze, as you feel something heavy unfurl in your stomach, and it takes you a moment to understand it's guilt. To hear that Eren would allow himself to be corrupted for your sake…

Your father laughs, deeply amused. “What deep devotion you spark in the hearts of men, Anya! Such bravery!” 

His words cause you to flinch, but Ymir doesn't seem to notice. “You reckon he'd still feel the same way,” your father questions, “if I told him of all the countless hearts you’ve collected and buried deep underground?” You freeze, the color draining from your face as Ymir adds, “Of all the blood and death that follows wherever you go?”

You watch Eren’s expression fall, turn woeful, as he lowers his gaze to the floor, unable to look at you anymore.  

“You did not know, did you?” Ymir asks Eren cruelly. “Of the murderous little creature she really is.” 

Not wanting to hear Eren’s answer, you turn to your father angrily. “What is even the point of this? He’s not actually going to take part in—”

Eren cuts you off. “It doesn't matter,” he says tersely, trying to force himself to believe what he's saying, that he really doesn't care. And yet, he cannot control the unsteadiness you hear in his voice. Or the troubled look displayed across his face, expressing how much he’s struggling to override his moral code. 

Your father notices it too. “Oh?” he asks Eren curiously. “It doesn’t, now?” 

You try to step in, wanting to put an end to this. “Father—” 

But Ymir is far from finished. With Eren still positioned on the opposite side of your desk from Ymir, your father leans towards him in his chair with keen fascination. 

“Then you think someone like her—” He gestures to you standing to his right with an open hand. “—someone of her nature… is worth signing away your life for?” 

Against your better judgement, you steal a glance over at Eren anxiously, awaiting his response. 

He wouldn't agree to this. He couldn’t. Because despite what your father believes, Eren is very much aware of the kind of monster you are. You’ve killed in front of him, threatened his life countless of times. Plus, the only reason he told your father he knew what happened to people who betrayed your family was no thanks to you. Eren was distraught after learning what you’d done to Marlow. He wouldn't stake his life for someone capable of something like that. You were sure of it. 

And yet…

Eren straightens, squares his shoulders. “She’s important to you, Sir,” Eren answers your father evenly, staring him down. “So, yes.” His eyes then lock with yours. “I believe she’s worth protecting.”

You stare at Eren in shock, completely taken aback, until you glimpse over at your father smiling up at him. As if what Eren said is exactly what he wanted to hear. 

You turn away, feeling sick. 

Ymir proceeds, oblivious to your growing restlessness. “Very well, Mr. Yeager. If you are so highly familiar with the framework of my organization, then you must know that if you do this, and you pledge your loyalty to us, there will be no going back.” With his elbows resting on the arms of his chair, Ymir claps his hands together like a businessman ready to seal a deal. “Do you understand that?” 

Eren nods earnestly. “I have nothing left to lose.” 

Your father glimpses over Eren's shoulder to where you stand glaring at him and Eren from afar, quietly seething. “Then you have your work cut out for you.” 

Eren remains undeterred as he starts towards you expectantly, eyes glistening with joy. In his mind, he thinks he's won. Your father has granted him the permission and freedom to remain closer to you, which is what he wanted. 

But you instantly draw back, maintaining your distance. 

Eren halts, confused, and you ball your hands into fists at your sides. Hating how completely unaware he is of the triumphant grin plastered across your father's face behind him. Of the conniving plan your father surely has in store for him that will most likely cost him his life.

You shake your head at Eren with a look that’s equal parts pity and disappointment. “You’ve just made the worst mistake of your life.”

Before he can ask you anything more, you turn on your heels and storm out of the room. Overwhelmed with how trapped and powerless you feel. Because you can't shake off the reality of what's just happened. Of how, out of the three of you standing in that room, the only person walking out of there victorious here tonight was your father.  

—

As you walk out of your study, the two guards standing outside the door join Eren and your father inside. 

Not expecting your father to call you back in, but wanting to create distance between him incase he does, you make your way out of the hallway. As you try to slip away undetected, you catch a glimpse of your cadre waiting for you in the living room, looking concerned. But it's not them you're on the hunt for. You need to regain some sense of control again, and to face them now will only serve as a reminder that you in fact are not. 

Unfortunately, Mikasa spots you first before you get the chance to make your getaway. “Anya! What happened?” she asks, coming to join you in the hallway. “Is everything alright?”

But it appears the events of tonight have begun to mess with your mind because all it takes is Mikasa’s Ackerman blood and resembling grey eyes to have you seeing Levi instead. The hallucination lasts only seconds, but it's enough to trigger you. 

Mikasa draws back as your siren eyes, red with irritation, zero in on her. But it's too late for her now. 

“Is everything alright?” you repeat dryly, taking predatory steps towards her. “Yeah, everything’s bloody brilliant! No thanks to your stupid cousin. It was him, wasn't it? He went running off to my father like a bloody snitch and exaggerated everything to make him come down here and investigate.” You reach out and yank her collar to pull her towards you. “Do you have any idea what this has cost me?”

Nimble footsteps sound behind you that might otherwise have gone unheard of if your senses weren’t as sharp and highly trained as they were. 

“So then what would you have had us do?” Comes Sasha’s fiery retort. “Twiddle our thumbs and do nothing?”

You release Mikasa from your hold as you slide your attention over to Sasha and the rest of your circle who have followed behind her into the hallway. 

Sasha faces you with arms crossed and a deep scowl on her face. “We thought the worst. You were gone for hours, and with no word from you—”

“That’s the fucking problem!” you exclaim in frustration. “Why? Why do you all suddenly doubt me? I always say I’m fine, don’t I? That I’ve got everything under control. But no one fucking listens to me!”

Connie bristles, stepping forward. “If you had just let us know you were leaving—let anyone know where you were really going—this wouldn't have happened!”

Your eyes pierce him like daggers. “If I had wanted you to know, I would have told you.”

“Anya,” Jean calls to you softly then, surprising you with the amount of hurt you hear in his voice.

Still, you turn to him irritably, expecting more retaliation. But when you find nothing but weariness on his face, his eyes soft and pleading, you feel like someone has suddenly doused you in a bucket of ice, cooling you down instantly. 

“How can you still not trust us?” Jean asks you with a level of pain that ruins you. “We’ve been by your side for years. We do everything you ask. We don’t question you because we trust you. We will do anything for you, just as you've done for us.”

“You don't have to keep everything all to yourself,” Mikasa adds gently beside a remorseful looking Historia. “Let us carry the burden of your sins with you.”

For the briefest second, your anger and frustrations subside as your heart caves in to them, and it's like you can finally breathe again. 

The bond you share with these people is a strange, but powerful one. Before you met them, you'd always carried with you this inexplicable sensation. Like you were searching for something, or someone, and that feeling never fully went away. It wasn't until you finally crossed paths and laid eyes on them that you knew with absolute certainty they were the ones you were searching for, the ones you were meant to find. 

But the moment is cut too short. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of your father's men begin to approach your circle from down the hall. And with a clenched jaw, you stifle down the blinding rage that burns within you as you’re forced to watch them round up your people and start shoving them out the front door.

“Oi! What are you doing? Get off!” your cadre protest in alarm as you lean against a pillar near the front entrance, needing to see them off in a seemingly unbothered fashion. 

“Oh, but haven't you heard?” you inform your cadre mildly amidst their confusion, folding your arms across your chest to keep your hands from drawing out your weapons and attacking your father's men. “My father has relieved you all of my command. You don't take orders from me anymore.” 

Their stunned expressions is the last thing you see before your father's guards slam the door in their faces. Once they station themselves at the door, they finally turn to face you. One of them gives you a wolfish grin. 

“Off to bed, princess,” he says mockingly. “You’re under curfew now.” 

But your deadpan gaze wipes their stupid grins clean off their faces as they catch a glimpse of the danger lurking within, reminding them that you are not someone to be taken lightly. Something your father had failed to do. 

Ymir was free to take everything away from you as he pleased. Everything, except your cadre. For better or worse, they had chained themselves to you. They were yours to keep and protect and command as you willed. Your father could not have them.

“Tell my father,” you say to his guards darkly, “if he thinks I’m going to take this all quietly, he is sorely mistaken.” 

Leaving them to their post, you head upstairs in search of the man responsible for causing all this mess. You had seen Levi come inside with everyone else so you knew he was somewhere inside the house. The rooms you'd walked past in the hallway downstairs were all empty so you’re safe to assume he’s in his room upstairs. 

As you climb the last set of stairs and round the corner leading to his bedroom, you can feel the fatigue of this day begin to catch up to you, urging you to turn back and rest. But the level of rage burning inside you was overflowing. It needed an outlet, and you were about to give it one. 

[faerunsbest]

Strange Choices

soo remember how i said i really like arranged marriage au's?

well i did it again

but with astarion

Cazadors plan was strange, but also so was the city and it grew stranger yet. Steel titans patrolling the streets had halted their outings. These titans that didn't sleep, didn't eat, didn't tire and seemed not to have a notable blind spot. Astarion stood in line with his siblings, listening. Though from the corner of his eye, he could still see the healing scars of a moment that nearly ended Petras. Cazadors voice droned, sickly and strangely sweet. The others had eyes wide with a thrill Astarion couldn't share in. something nagged at the back of his head, sank deep in the pit of his stomach. This was as all things do, going to end badly.

The plan as he understood it was to find another simpler, more streamlined way to bring bodies in, to spread Cazadors reach. It needed to be worthwhile but quick.

A few well placed weddings simple quick things and he immediately had his teeth in the wealthiest in the city. Immediately he would have access to secrets and passages, he would have a way around those watchers.

After that he needed one more thing, a place out of sight to bring it all together.

Each spawn would be assigned a spouse, they would worm their way into the families in whatever way worked best and take everything. As a reward for all this he would allow them to feed on that spouse. not quite freedom but... close enough.

Cazador leaned over Leon first, whispering in his ear. Where to go, what to do and how to do it. He left in the finest attire he'd worn in years, feigning confidence as he strolled out into the night. next up, Dalyria and Violet. Were it not for the scar healing on his face, Petras would have been next.

A day then a week and Cazador bristled at every movement until the day They all came back with delirious spouses in tow. The massive double doors opened one more time, this time Yousen and Aurelia dragged along another one.

A woman with steel blue skin, long pink hair dark in the shade but bright as tulips as moonlight flitted across it. She glowered, sagging with exhaustion and apparently some form of concussion. Cazador smiled down at her

"You're the one in the old chapel?"

"It's a monastery you cuck-"

Astarion tried not to smile as she hissed through her teeth, Cazador stepped closer to her pausing only when she spat.

" Yousen, take her -to her chambers. We can deal with her later."

Not moments later the door burst open revealing an absolutely furious looking nobleman, an older man with frazzled blond hair. He stood outraged in the doorway marching forward and pointed at Yousen and his…guest.

“Get your filthy hands off my WIFE!”

Cazador raised an eyebrow before smiling slyly at the man.

“I believe you are mistaken-”

Before anything could be said she whipped her arm away from Yousen and yelled.

“WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT - I KNOW ITS NOT BE YOU UPPER CRUST FUCK!”

He marched over not seeming to notice the filth around them, focused entirely on her.

“Now woman I have been more than patient with you and your nonsense but THIS is quite enough! You’ve been seen on your way here like some harlot-”

She put her hands on her hips and looked around.

“You are a deeply troubled man if that's what you think is happening here.”

The man marched toward Cazador and almost yelled.

“Why have you brought her here?”

“To be married of course- as she’s not registered anywhere as anyone's wife at this time. I intended to fix that of course.”

The man gasped, hand on his chest as he stepped back. Now he looked around in horror at the people and the place.

“She would sooner eat rats than be trapped in this hovel with any of you! You are NOT telling me she is here to marry THAT!?”

He looked at Yousen in disgust,the woman in question marched up and swiped a rat that had been scuttling across the filth laden tile.

“You’re right I’m here for that one-”

She thumbed over her should at Astarion who simply smiled at the intruder. They watched as she bit the rat, ripped its head off with her teeth and spat it at the man.

“So, that enough for ya? Cause I dont wanna hear shit from you ever again.”

He seemed frozen in place, horrified at the small speckle of rat blood across his face. She tossed its body at her feet and turned around to leer at Astarion.

“Husband, show me my chambers.”

As the pair marched off down the hall they could hear the man cursing in hysterics as he seemed to near run out of the place.

“That was my only chance to get out wasn’t it?”

“Yes it was darling but what a show that was- Now I for one applaud you.”

“What are the chances I have a window?”

“None at all darling… none at all.”

[acaciapines]

With Luz loopy and out of it, and Mari unable to make such a long trip without her human in tow, Amity and Alma set off to Eclipse Lake to prove that Mari didn't make a mistake in accidentally revealing her and Luz's deepest secret to them. Oh, and to find Titan's Blood, too. The Titan Blood's important. Meanwhile, Hunter's been entrusted with a super-important mission by his Uncle, and he's not about to fail! It would be a lot easier if his palisman Fidelity wasn't so keen on bringing their illegal palistrom tree cutting everywhere, though.

next part of my owl house daemon au is up! this time, we're on episode 9, eclipse lake! which will be sure to feature many shenanigans, a reveal i've been waiting the entire series so-far for, and one of my all-time favorite scenes! hope you enjoy this first part!

[digeethegenie]

Turning Left

Warrior of Crystal AU - Prolouge (1)

Spoilers up to ShB : Lv 80 - Shadowbringers

Split Timeline from 7AE - The World of Darkness

Another Time, Another Place : "Gods help me. I am so, so, sorry. - Yuyujo Yujo." Come with me, dear reader, as we observe a new timeline be born. One in which heroes die, and those who were to become great leaders instead are left to take their mantle.

CW: Themes of Suicide (Completed Act), Explicit Language

A scream, a push, a sickening crunch of eldritch energies, bursting through his body front to back.

All of him, fading away.

And then, nothing.

= = =

Then, a tiny dot of light. A blue light. The power of the Crystal Tower. His birth-rite, his salvation, if he could only reach out and grab it…

= = =

G'raha Tia woke with a start and a desperate need to fill his lungs with air. Throwing himself forward, he sat up, coughing as he took a long and drawn out gasp. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through dusty curtains. The room was sparse and utilitarian, the air tinged with the faint, stale scent of alcoholic beverages and old wood.

"W-Where?"

He had just finished croaking out his question when he noticed a lalafell woman with lavender hair looking at him for a moment before she noticed him looking at her, turning around, and then calling after "Minfilia!" in a most panicked voice.

He flopped back onto the… bed? Oh, good, he was lying on a bed. He figured he would have his explanation soon.

And, true to his intuition, he was quickly surrounded by the lalafell, Tataru Taru, the young huyr woman she had called out for, Minfilia Warde, and an Elezan boy, Alphinaud Leveilleur.

All of them had looked like they had not had any sleep for quite a while.

Eventually, Minfilia spoke up. She leaned in closer, her voice low, and tinged with a potent mix of relief and worry. "G'raha, You are in the infirmary of the Waking Sands in Mor Dhona. You took what should have been a fatal blast to your chest. You've been unconscious for nearly two weeks."

Those words spoke to G'raha, causing his heart to race as he recalled the battle. His mind working at pace as his mind played back what had happened.

= = =

The Warrior of Light, Yujo Palms, a blonde haired lalafell woman with aether blue eyes and freckles, had just defeated a titan sized void-sent, a being that named itself the Cloud of Darkness. It had been a difficult battle, with her ability to dodge attacks, something she had made an art of prior, seemingly completely disabled.

Regardless, however, she proved victorious over the fiend and had started to make her way back to his party, which included Cid Nan Garlond, and the pair of Unei and Douga, the keepers of the tower.

She had been making her way back to the party, with Cid's rival, Nero tol Scaeva both in tow, and in awful condition due to the wounds he had suffered becoming infested with the voidsent's domain being rank in dark aether.

Then the lair began to rumble as the void-sent fiend screeched as it pulled itself from the depths of its domain to fire a final shot at Yujo who was now running back to the the party.

"Foolish Mortal! You have made me wrath!"

It had all happened in an instant.

G'raha's cry of "Behind you!" came out of his mouth far ahead of his thoughts of his desire for the lalafell's safety as he ran forward, and pushed Yujo out of the way. He only had enough time to see the shock on her face from the push before the shot crashed through him and his world became blank.

= = =

His heart started to calm down as the memory faded and he slowly felt himself returning to the stale, quiet air of the infirmary, the scream of the blast still ringing in his feline ears.

Stealing himself, he put his hand on the bridge of his nose.

"It's… starting to come back to me, yes. I-Is everyone safe?"

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence before Tataru spoke up. "Cid and Nero are fine, as are the rest of the NORA Exploration Team. Unfortunately, Unei and Douga remained in the voidsent's lair to ensure it couldn't revive, according to Cid's debrief."

She then cleared her throat, visibly uncomfortable about the next part of the news.

"Nero didn't stick around long after everything. In fact, Yujo had a… moment with him. She told him-" Tataru hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly "-to… well… oh, godsdamn my pride as an admin… 'Fuck off'. She was quite adamant about never wanting to see him again."

G'raha's ears wilted, not so much at the news of Nero's reprimand- He had sensed the brewing discontent around the ex-legatus- but more so at the underlying distress in Yujo's reaction. It pained him to hear that she had been pushed past a breaking point like that. He knew things had not been great for her, each time she had returned to the dig sight she had seem more and more run down.

He had learned of Moenbryda's death from Yujo herself, just before their final, ill-fated expedition. Although she had spoken with her usual bright tone, her eyes—a shade duller, her smiles- a beat too delayed—betrayed the struggle beneath her composed surface. She had mastered the art of concealing her grief, yet to G'raha, each mask she wore seemed more fragile than the last.

A sudden wave of cold ran down G'raha's spine as he looked at everyone's faces. His stomach tightened and a sense of dread gnawed at its pit. Someone was missing, a realization that pushed itself up to his throat.

"… What happened to Yujo?"

Tataru's eyes darted away, unable to meet G'raha's gaze. Her shoulders trembled as she whispered an apology, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions before she broke down into quiet, heart-wrenched sobs.

Alphinaud and Minfilia looked at each other, wordlessly asking between themselves who should speak, It was Alphinaud who finally gathered the resolve to speak, his nod subtle but resolute as he turned to face G'raha

"Yujo- well, everyone, to be fair- thought you died, that the blast had killed you…"

= = =

Yujo was sprawled on the cold stone floor, her world reduced to a silent void as shock numbed her senses, watching G’raha’s figure shot through with the sinister glow of the eldritch blast. As she crawled towards him, a rapid volley of 'no's escaped her lips, each more desperate than the last. When she reached him and felt the chilling stillness where his breath should have been, she collapsed on top of him, squeezing a mournful whine from her throat.

Cid realized she still wasn't safe, and started to run towards the two, if only to get her to safety, before she screamed.

"NO… NO MORE!"

Her scream filling the void, Yujo's fury exploded. Aether swirled chaotically around her, ripping her bandana away and whipping her hair into a wild tempest. The raw energy crackled with electric intensity, forming a visible aura that pulsed with her heartbeat. She stood up and stared at the fiend with a hatred that spanned lifetimes.

In spite of Cid's protests, she exploded towards the Cloud of Darkness who only cackled with maleficent glee as its prey ran towards it. Each blast that missed her erupted cut into the dark sky of the lair, leaving crackling lines of energy flying out into infinity. Yujo’s maneuvers were a blur, each move more daring as she vaulted over lethal streams of dark aether, her own energy building in a crescendo.

"Meddlesome pest! You will not escape me!"

Yujo could only scream as she ran, a second volley of blasts fired, only for her to jump over them, send herself towards the ground, and spring up at speed with the energy.

"Impossible!"

As she landed, Yujo’s scream reached its peak. Her outstretched fist became the focal point of a swirling vortex of aether, coalescing into a spectral form massive and majestic. With a deafening roar, the spectral image of Midgardsormor emerged, its draconic form shimmering with celestial might. Transending all limits, Yujo leapt up, throwing herself and the dragonic spectre at the voidsent. The dragon pulled its jaws wide, and swallowed the screaming Cloud of Darkness whole, the collision of forces illuminating the lair with a blinding flash.

= = =

"She… She was inconsolable. She locked herself up in her room in The Quicksand and didn't come out for days." Alphinaud held his arm tightly, a visible tremor in his fingers. "We had all failed to notice that the strain of everything had become too much- after losing Moenbryda, and then the shock of seeing you 'die'. It… it broke something her."

G'Raha could feel his patience fray as his heart thudded against his chest. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly as he fought back the surge of frustration. "Yes, I can just about understand that, Alphinaud, but that doesn't tell me where she is."

Alphinaud's hand hesitated over his pocket before he drew a breath and reached into it. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. With a solemnity that belied his years, he extended it towards G'raha, his eyes hidden under his hair.

"She… she left this behind." he said, softly, the note trembling in his hand.

Taking the note from Alphinaud, G'raha took the note, his own hands trembling, and opened it.

In a messy print. It read;

"Everyone,

Gods help me.

I am so, so, sorry.

Yuyujo Yujo"

His eyes scanned the jagged lines of Yujo's messy handwriting. The simplicity of her apology echoed in his mind with an ominous weight.

G'raha looked at Alphinaud, his voice barely a whisper, fractured by disbelief and fear.

"What?"

Alphinaud's eyes remained shut, his only shield against his grief. "Cid found the inn room empty with the note. He and the Ironworks left no stone unturned across Eorzea, he chased every shadow, every whisper that might lead us to her. But by the time we reached the Crystal Tower, it was too late." His voice broke as he recounted, "The doors were sealing shut, with Yujo inside."

"She didn't… How…?"

The elezan boy shook his head, bewildered and pained. "We… we don't know how she was able to enter the tower alone, or what she hoped to do achieve inside… but…" his voice trailed off as he gritted his teeth and looked up to the ceiling, fighting the tears that so desperately wanted to escape, "…but!"

Minfilia's face was a mask of stoic resignation, marred by traces of recent tears. She stared at the ground, her voice hollow. "She has no way to survive in there without proper preparations, which she lacked. We've tried everything we could but the tower's doors remain closed to us." She shook her head. "What she did… it's irreversible. It is tantamount to suicide."

The torrent of emotions overwhelmed G'raha Tia all at one. His sense of balance completely collapsed in on itself as the full weight of Yujo's fate crashed down around his shoulders. He felt like he needed to vomit, but at the same time, that his throat was constricted in a vice.

The realization of everything left him frozen, consumed in a thousand emotions.

And one unavoidable Truth.

It was all his fault.

= = >

[letiel]

Shelter - Destiny AU

The bell behind the statue of Lord Jolder harbored the soft echo of Kai’s breath on every slow exhale. It amplified the shuffle of his boots on chilled stone. Each sigh carried to its mighty crown, expanded into an ethereal weight before settling back onto his beleaguered shoulders.

It was hard to tell how long he had been there, as still as the statues, emulating their eternal, silent vigil. The braziers were as cold as they had been for a century. Even for the sake of shelter, ceremony and respect kept Kai in the dark. This was a holy place, every bit a mausoleum as it was a temple, dedicated to the greats who came before, in whose footsteps Kai had been trained. Even if he hadn’t met them himself, their stories and memories were a lifeline to his tired soul.

He hadn’t known where else to go.

Sitting in silence, mourning in quiet contemplation… lost.

Erebus had said nothing since they left, however long ago that may have been. The Ghost needed its own alone time to gather its thoughts, process its feelings. They hadn’t agreed on the decision Kai had made, and in the wake of tragedy, Erebus was having a hard time finding the right words for its Guardian.

Kai didn’t react when the creak of the mountain rent the air, the mighty stone doors of the sanctuary opening like a maw in the mountainside. A glow from the hallway warmed the space, spreading the light of the distant sun to terracotta and gravestone. He didn’t react when he heard the heavy footsteps, nor the pitter patter of paw pads in the dust. The sound echoed around the circular chamber, danced with the carvings, and played with the bells.

He only looked up from his daze when a nose sniffed along his boots, his knees, and then his face. The wolf’s amber eyes were an island of color in a dull place, surrounded by gray fur. It curiously licked his face and he slowly reached up to run his fingers through the dense fur of its ruff. It licked him again and then lost interest, moving on as a beam of white, artificial light swept along his balcony shelter and settled on his face.

Kai squinted and held a hand up to protect his eyes. His hood protected one but the other strained to see the offending party. The light apologetically lowered to the floor beside him, and his eyes adjusted with a few blinks.

Lord Saladin, Kai’s former mentor, towered above him, watching Kai from behind his helmet’s visor. He was a relic himself, one of two Iron Lords that remained and the keeper of Felwinter Peak. They studied each other in silence, wallowing in the weight of their mutual exhaustion, the understanding of near immortal suffering, and the absence of pity.

Kai wasn’t sure what Saladin saw looking down at him. He wasn’t sure what the Titan thought nor how he wanted to feel being perceived without his Mark or heavy armor. Was there life left to see in his eyes? Was he as ashen and empty as he felt deep in his chest?

The legend shifted the weight of his machine gun so he could kneel and put a hand on Kai’s shoulder reassuringly. He squeezed once, stood, and then walked on with his pack in tow.

The minutes passed, and then the darkness of the mountain settled in once more. Silence fell like snow on the peaks. The soft ring of the bells stilled.

And Kai was, once more, alone.

He took a deep breath and felt the lingering of Saladin’s touch on his shoulder, a point of warmth in frozen stillness.

And time resumed its endless march towards healing.

[amywritesthings]

I think I would legit read anything you write. Levi, Armin, Erwin, Eren, you name it. Do you have any other books in the works after Press 4 is done?

Thank you, wow!! This makes me so happy. Admittedly I never thought I'd be writing any AOT fics outside of silver underground, so the fact that people seem to dig my modern AUs really opens up a window of ideas!

I guess I can list out the names of people I have potential ideas for? These are wips or in my phone notes for 'upcoming stories'.

ARMIN

I'm working on outlining a summer vacation romcom (4-5 parts?) where Armin is at the Jaeger shore house and he has a summer romance with a girl he meets for the week. Very reverse Grease, where Armin's the Sandy and the reader is much less reserved.

A modern college au revolving Titan Fraternity. It’s a super complicated ‘Armin really likes reader but Eren also likes her but only because he really wants to get into Titan frat but she secretly likes Armin who doesn't want to step on anyone's toes’ – messy fun. I actually teased it here in a drabble called 'did i cross a line' !!

Sweet Nothing - a long AOT-based fic following Armin in the cadets with reader and watching them grow up through the war. Slow burn, very sweet and angsty.

A polycule fic... possibly Armin/Eren/Reader? Maybe Armin/Mikasa/Reader? Maybe Armin/Jean/Reader?

ANNIE

I can't believe I've never written wlw on this blog, but now that I know my audience loves my Annie, I'd love to give her her own little shining fic! I'd love to do a 'coming back to your hometown of Marley' fic where you ~yearned for your best childhood friend but you weren't brave enough to act on it until you were an adult.

LEVI

A short romcom inspired by the Wedding Destination movie where Reader & Levi both show up for Hange’s wedding stag as two miserable little shits who hate weddings - and each other, but misery loves company (dun dun dunnnn) -- this could also work for an Erwin fic, too, but I'm not really an Erwin girlie

A modern retelling / twist for silver underground (you guys all know about this one tho, that's still tbd)

EREN

A short series similar to 10 Things I Hate About You or like a romantic 90s comedy where the reader and Eren are fake dating to get Grisha off of Eren’s back (and subsequently reader’s back) and you know how the trope goes.

NON-AOT ANIME IDEAS

jujutsu kaisen: tokyo homecoming is still a longfic i'd like to do for satoru gojo. (teen friends turned colleagues, enemies to lovers)

jujutsu kaisen: i plan to continue operation battlepass where choso kamo falls in love with someone's voice (ha!) over xbox playing games with yuuji and his online buddies, so yuuji takes it upon himself to find her with megumi and nobara in tow. you can read part one here!

wind breaker: an 'uptown girl' inspired fic where umemiya has a secret girlfriend none of the boys know about because she's from a well to-do family and he's definitely not, very sweet west side story esque story with furin boy shenanigans.

my hero academia: a fake dating as pro heroes for publicity fic, tbd on who it would be for (probably bakugo? since i think he'd need the most PR help for good will points. but also toshinori bc that is my honey booboo babe)

[hrodvitnon]

Here's a little fun(?) scenario for you.

The setting: we've got an alternate timeline where the Titan attacks on Hawaii, Vegas and San Francisco in 2014 never happened. In the 2020s, the Titans are still more or less asleep, the public is still none the wiser to monsters being real, and Monarch is still in its dusty, "retreaux" aesthetic from the 2014 film and Kong: Skull Island. Also, Joe Brody is still alive and he's been a Monarch operative for years.

Then Monarch and the world are thrown into global calamity which sets fire to the masquerade, when multiple active Titans spontaneously appear around the world, both familiar and not familiar.

None of these Titans are the ones native to THEIR world: it's a bunch of Titans from various alternate Abraxasverse universes that have all been summoned to this universe, and they begin gathering into two factions.

On the Hero/Protector faction, we've got:

Abraxas/Monster X from Abraxas canon

Godzilla from the Genocide Route future timeline

Mechagodzilla from the Unpossessed!Mechagodzilla universe, with his world's Ren in tow

Biollante!Madison from the Biollante!Maddie universe

Weredragon!Vivienne from the Dragon AU

And the bad guys are:

Five-headed Ghidorah (Ichi, Ni, San, Vivienne as Shi, Madison as Go) from the Shi AU's Go Timeline

Ni-Emma Russell hybrid creature from the Shi AU post-epilogue

Rodan from the Apex Wins universe (this version of Rodan is covered in scars and very embittered from what an Apex-led humanity did to him and the other Titans for years, which makes him even more susceptible to Go!Ghidorah's enthralling than he already was)

Oh, cool! Interesting that Genocide Route Goji's on the protector side, but considering canonically he's attuned enough to the Earth that he can probably recognize this is not his world that any thoughts of nuking humanity will be stalled, especially considering what the opposition is. Go Timeline Ghidorah (most of them anyway) might realize the potential slaughters that come with them finding a way to control multiverse travel.

Monster X/Abraxas, Bio!Maddie and Dragon Vivi I figure will all understandably be confused and horrified by the implications going on (to say nothing of the enemy faction); maybe Dragon Vivienne is especially scared because something like Go Timeline Ghidorah could very easily kill her, which could lead to an almost Rurouni Kenshin-styled "I can't die! Someone I love is waiting for me!"

But regardless of what happens we all know who will save the day: Joe Brody!

[scorchrend]

HEAR ME OUT i keep thinking about (heavy sv spoilers check readmore)

ok so like. hear me out. what if. AI Arven.

so the prof is off makin themself an assistant already. boom, knowledge programming stuff added. time to add the voice bank and (ding) its a voicemail from arven! and its like Please mail me back and the prof is like Hooooly shit. and Boom ai arven.

prof dies around 1 year before sv in this au so its like. the arven is 1 year younger than current arven due to no updates anymore

so getting into contact with director clavell probably uses email. no call. sends fabricated identification stuff as proof, sends over research findings etc to not be sussed out but then the mc comes in with the 'raidon and hes like email Hey. Put me through to that kid. I need to discuss something. Let's call. and the mc is like damn. prof cant even video call!

and its like this throughout the game. except ai arven is probably less cryptic abt it. blah blah same or greater knowledge than the prof but arven personality. well. as much personality that can be extrapolated from voicemails and emails and texts

but come the 5th titan battle and ur with og arven and the call comes and is like. we need to talk. come to area zero. still no camera. arven is like Wtf what Voice. i need to find out. are you coming little buddy. yea.

THENN TOWARDS THE END AT THE FAREWELL ai arven wouldnt want to go to either the past or the future so i have 3 ideas.

and then bla bla area zero trip mostly the same until boom open the zero lab and the paradox pokemon out but out comes the.. prof??? NO TIME TO TALK. STOP THE POKEMON. then the rest plays same except the whole gang is present and arven is like What the fuck wheres professor (alias here) and ai arven is like Nawh thats me sorry buddy. anyways we need to destroy this time machine.

suck it up and go time travel idiot. for the good of paldea

explode himself. goodbye. sayonara.

actually fuck this (explodes the time machine. there is now a crater in the crater.) ok haha im chill now lets go (the group walks out with an extra arven in tow)

yeah thats it

edit: as of rn his alias is "olive" but may be subject to change. tagging ai arven shit under "assistant professor olive" like its his full name LMFAOO

[dearvitya]

YOI Fic Recs (Part 2)

Look through part 1 here!

Unsinkable (29k): Victor is a wealthy heir with a lonely soul. Yuuri is a poor dancer with a tender heart. The deck of the Titanic might be a very romantic place to meet your one true love, but it's not exactly a fortuitous one. [Titanic AU]

all the wrong turns (48k): After his disastrous Grand Prix Final, Katsuki Yuuri decides to try to be the first skater to land a quad axel in competition. It’s a secret from everyone, except the mysterious text correspondent who appeared in his phone contacts as “Poodle” following the Sochi GPF.

when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes pleasure (19k): Yuuri felt his body grow cold at the name; he had known a Mr. Nikiforov, once upon a time.

Five years after the implosion of their acquaintance, Mr. Viktor Nikiforov returns to —shire society, bringing in tow a young cousin. Mr. Katsuki must navigate these once-familiar waters without giving further offense, all while keeping his own heart firmly protected. [A Persuasion AU]

Love in Exile (99k): Once a well know ballet dancer in St. Petersburg, Victor Nikiforov finds himself exiled to Sakhalin Island as a political convict in 1881. As a man sentenced to katorga he will never return to European Russia or his life on the stage. Known as the "Edge of the World," his life on Sakhalin could not be further from the life he once knew. Strange circumstances lead his path to cross that of a young Japanese man, one of the very few still living on the island. Katsuki Yuuri leads a life of exile of a different kind, one that is largely self-imposed. Drawn to each other, despite their differences, something slowly begins to grow between them. When a narrowly avoided tragedy leaves them stranded together for a long, cold Sakhalin winter, they are challenged to face what their relationship really means, and what future it could possibly have.

Smooth Runs the Waters (3k): Inspector Yuuri Katsuki comes to Hillsborough Hall to investigate a murder most foul and its two primary suspects: newly widowed Victor Nikiforov and his younger brother Yuri Plisetsky. 

The Other Side of Sunset (325k): 1874, Wyoming Territory: Yuuri Katsuki Taylor has got his future planned…mostly. Learn how to manage his adoptive parents’ ranch, and inherit it when he’s older. Get married and have kids (someday – not now). And most of all, carry on riding his horse with Phichit and the other ranch hands on the open range and in the mountains. But when he meets Victor Nikiforov, the striking and talented new master horseman at the neighboring ranch – and is treated to a show of his Cossack-style trick riding – his world will never be the same again…

A tale of love, loss, grief, redemption, and second (and third) chances, set in the Old West. [Cowboys AU]

Like a River to the Sea (41k): Gifts from the gods can come in strange wrappings. They can also be mixed blessings, as Victor will discover in time.Living alone on the island of Fleves, near Athens, the last thing Victor expects as he combs the beach one morning is a peculiar treasure that appears seemingly from nowhere in the shape of a handsome young dark-haired man... [Greek mythology AU]

pick lilacs for the passing time (68k): A spark flares up inside him, the vestige of some part of himself he thought long buried now resurfacing to—what, haunt him? And then he realizes. I want to dance with him, Yuuri thinks.

In which the outlandish prodigy Victor Nikiforov hits Yuuri’s life like a whirlwind after he transfers to a prestigious ballet conservatory in Moscow, two grumpy teenagers learn to be friends, and Mila’s Straight Girl CrushTM might not be so straight after all.

for better, for worse (18k): Yakov quirks an eyebrow. “Vitya, we are not having some grand ceremony."

“It doesn’t have to be grand! But the registration office? Signing some papers? Where is the romance in that?”

or: The Trials and Tribulations of Viktor Nikiforov, Six-Time World Champion and Wedding Planner Extraordinaire.

in the woods somewhere (32k): One evening in late autumn, Yuuri goes out to collect firewood. He returns with a man instead. (Viktor, Yuuri, and the end of isolation.)

The Death of Koschei the Deathless (39k): They tell tale of heroes, of men that slay monsters, and defy fate itself. Yuuri Katsuki is no hero. He's just a failed wizard trying to keep his shop afloat. This is the story of how Yuuri Katsuki fell in love with Viktor Nikiforov, and in doing so conquered death.

For the Record (10k): FOR THE RECORD by Viktor Nikiforov 

What it takes to craft an Olympic Champion, and what it takes to be one.

Or: Viktor Nikiforov, sports journalist and retired figure skater, interviews Olympic Champion Yuuri Katsuki for an exclusive piece.

Happiness Writes White (37k): Yuuri falls asleep after his first day in St. Petersburg and wakes up in a strange hospital room. To his dismay, the last year of skating has all been a dream simulation designed to wake him from a long coma. Viktor Nikiforov is, in fact, not a figure skater at all, but the creator of the program, and this real world Viktor is nothing like the one he knows.

and you knew what it was (he is in love) (204k): Here's what's normal for Katsuki Yuuri: playing Quidditch, practicing spells, keeping to himself.

Here's what's not normal for Katsuki Yuuri: transferring to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in his fourth year and getting to know his idol, International Quidditch Star Viktor Nikiforov. 

But maybe there's a reason they say love is the greatest magic of all. [Harry Potter AU]

All Our Yesterdays (1M): York, England, 2120: Yuuri Katsuki is a dime-a-dozen techie, spending his days doing routine repairs at the university. He hangs out with his friend Phichit, goes for a drink, watches holograms. It’s an existence – but is it a life?

Crowood Castle, Yorkshire, 1392: As the son of a baron, Sir Victor Nikiforov makes judgements where lives hang in the balance. As a knight, he must sometimes end them. It’s what he was born to do – but what of the heavy burden on his soul? Death is all too commonplace, while life and love remain elusive.

When a brilliant scientist goes rogue, journeying to the Middle Ages with the world’s first time machine, Yuuri is stunned to be called on as the last hope of preventing her from changing history. After an abrupt departure, he lands at Crowood Castle disguised as an enemy of the Nikiforovs, Sir Justin le Savage – and will need to act the part if he is to survive. It’s a tall order for someone who can barely tell the back end of a horse from the front. But if Ailis, in her own disguise, discovers who he is, his mission will end in a blaze of laser-gun fire. He must not give his real identity away, even to the beguiling knight he’s falling in love with…

[ladyofpandemonium]

Perfect Drink

Attack on Titan | Shingeki No Kyoujin Barista!Levi x Reader Coffee shop AU—fluff, cRaCk Prompt: “my friend swears that you can pick the perfect drink for anyone but I’m skeptical because there’s no way you can look at someone and just know their order - and of course, you nail my drink!”

Impossible! 

That was Sabrina’s first thought past the astonishment parting her lips, eyes wide as she looked at the spiced hot chocolate perfectly placed in the center of the table mat with brownies. Not only did Levi absolutely nail her drink, he even nailed the brownies. There was no way he could do both!

A laser-sharp glance full of suspicion was cast in your direction as Sabrina looked between you and the seemingly half-amused barista. “Y/N, you had to have told him!”

“Nope and the brownies are for me, actually.” You replied, eyes glimmering in amusement as you slid the plate towards yourself before Levi had the chance to place everyone’s order in front of them. While Sabrina attempted to intimidate you into saying you had indeed told Levi her order, you shrugged and bit into your brownie with your fork. When one of Levi’s co-workers gave her a ‘told-you-so’ look, she turned to Levi. He was clearly amused by this; you could read it in his slate eyes. 

“My friend,” Sabrina points at you, “swears that you can pick the perfect drink for anyone but I’m skeptical because there is no way you can look at someone and just know their order —” She pauses to look at her drink again as if to make sure it was still there and exactly what she’d order before meeting Levi’s eyes again, “And of course, you nail my drink!”

For the record, you had never told Levi Sabrina’s drink just like no one had told him yours the day you stumbled into The Scouts’ one drizzly Sunday afternoon, tired and looking for an iced mint tea with something sweet to satisfy your craving sweet tooth. You had first been caught off guard by Levi’s appearance from the back door of the cafeteria; he was trying his black apron behind his back as he took his place behind the counter, giving you a quick once over. You had only picked a blueberry cheesecake for yourself when he interrupted you with the exact order you had thought of while looking at the menu. 

Needless to say, your jaw hit the floor like a bag of flour as you stuttered out a ‘Yes, um, thank you’, intimidated by Levi’s stare. He drew you to the cafeteria again; you were curious if he could guess your drink right once more. And, he did so down to the cinnamon in it. The same occurrence came about when you visited a third time and that was how you came to be a regular at the store. 

By now, Levi was used to you coming into the café, smiling that knowing smile of yours and watching him brew your drink. However, this was the first time you brought company—a few friends of yours who claimed your encounters with Levi were coincidental only to be proven wrong. 

An instrumental tune vibrated through the cozy air as Levi’s lips barely curled upwards, eyes meeting yours as you continued to chew on your brownie. He looked from you to Sabrina, then back, “I suppose you should trust your friend a little more, then.”

With that, he placed the others’ order in front of them, picking up the tray and returning behind the counter to attend to more customers, guessing each of their drinks. 

You had asked how he did it one night when it was only you and a few other customers. It was around closing time then, and Levi had picked your spoon from the saucer, swirling it in your cups once before meeting your eyes and telling you it was magic. Normally, you’d crack a smile or a chuckle at the idea, but he had said it with such solemnity lining his voice, you would have believed him had you not known better.

So, when you left with your friends in tow, you left him a sizeable tip like you always did—only this time Sabrina had her own tips to leave for Levi to find.

Part II

[zyukan]

Wouldn’t it be funny if in a Reverse!Robins AU, the adoption order is still the same.

Dick, 9, just lost his parents was taken in as Bruce Wayne first adoptee. Now here is where things get a little more. Sketchy.

Maybe a year into getting Dick and having Robin, Bruce stumbles across Jason, aged 13 and decides to take him in as well as per the usual storyline. But now that Dick’s the younger brother, he’s not too psyched about getting an older brother, especially one who looks like would be a replacement. This would create tension between the boys, but since Jason is older, he makes the first move and probably put in effort to get to know Dick better and would also be more tolerant of course. He’d probably also be hyper-vigilant against Bruce for the first couple of days since he’s seen things on the streets and rich men don’t take in young boys so easily, with no strings attached.

Dick warms up to him eventually, and they become great friends. Of course, soon enough Jason is clamouring to join the crusade, and cites that since ROBIN is so much younger, shouldn’t Jason also be allowed to help? Batman capitulates as per usual and thus comes in Hood cuz he let Robin name him and Dick wanted matching names. Get it? “Robin” and “Hood”. XD

Dick still starts the Teen Titans, while Jason mostly sticks to himself, going on occasional missions with the titans and stuff. The team finds it hilarious how Robin bosses his big brother around cuz he’s “more experienced”.

A few years pass and Dick is now 12, Jason is 15, when 19-year-old Tim Drake knocks on their door and starts talking about Owls of all things and how they’re gearing up to kidnap Dick to be their “Gray Son” whatever that means. Batman is put on alert, Dick is benched/sent to the Teen Titans. Tim starts laying out all the evidence and it’s as they are finishing up the arrests that Batman offers (ofc he knew Tim’s home life but since he’s technically legal, can’t really do anything about it), to let Tim stay at the manor for the foreseeable future. Tim rejects it, but eventually, over time and Dick’s persistent curiosity, Tim starts spending time at the manor and now Dick has 2 older brothers. Tim becomes maybe Drake? Idk but he’d probably more a tech specialist rather than fighting front lines since he’s had less time to learn how to fight, even if he’s taken a few self-defence classes when he was younger.

Of course, another couple years, Dick is 14, Jason is 17, Tim is 21, and suddenly Bruce is confronted with his 23-year-old biological son, Damian Wayne, who’s been on the run from the League of Assassins for the past two years and had managed to finally reach Gotham where the league would not be able to touch him. And in tow, is Cassandra, who is 18, and had helped him escape. They met as teens and both decided that the assassin life wasn’t for them. It took a years of planning but they managed to escape and reach the Bat. Damian, on principle, hates both Tim and Jason for usurping his rightful place. He wants to hate dick, but dick reminds him of all the small animals he had taken care of and then had to ruthlessly dispose of so he has a soft spot for Dick; Dick, of course, takes ruthless advantage of this and acclimated Damian to surprise hugs and the like very quickly. Cassandra takes a while more, but with her expertise in body language, she trusts them much quicker than Damian did.

Dick is so smugly satisfied that now he has so many older siblings to boss around since he’s still the “most experienced” in the vigilante business…

Might continue this thread, but pls someone, write me a fic of this idea. I’m begging. If not I might have to resort to feeding myself… TnT

[cyndalyssa]

And Now, A Bunch of Doodles Nobody Asked For

It’s mainly me dabbling with dumb ideas for that AU my Orko redesign resides in, along with some other silly stuff that probably doesn’t align with MOTU canon, but that’s a mess that gives me a headache so I’m doing what I want.

*insert tragic event that probably killed Orko’s parents here*

“I’m the only family he has left, so I better take darn good care of him.”

(In case you’re wondering, Montork does have facial hair at this point, it’s just not long enough for him to show it without exposing his face.)

I dunno, the idea of Montork teaching a class with a baby Orko in tow is cute and funny to me. 

Baby Orko learns how to float. 

One of Orko’s first magic lessons. 

(Montork’s glorious beard has finally arrived, and hey, I figured the small child Orko in this AU oughta look like the original. :3

Man, I wish I had doodled more growing up pics for this, there’d be more of a theme here than just my random doodles. So, uh... the following is kinda random.)

Hey, look, I have an Adam design for this AU. Now if only I could draw a good He-Man...

Sometimes one just wants to draw Orko being awesome. 

An attempt to, um, Trollanize some magic users from other cartoons I like. Raven from Teen Titans, Morgana Macawber from Darkwing Duck, and Twilight Sparkle from My Little Pony.  

Also, Darkwing Duck translates really well into being a Trollan! I think I want to try the other Darkwing characters (well, besides Morgana, I already did her) sometime. 

I drew this at work and had it at my register while I was ringing up customer items (oh, yeah, I was moved to cashiering... I doodle a bit between customers and nobody seems to mind), and a couple of girls saw it, recognized him as a character one’s sister liked, and then took a picture to show said sister. That was amusing and actually kind of flattering. 

He grumpy.

And here’s Dree Elle in this ‘verse!

Oracle designs--Ancient Oracle on the left, and an older Orko on the right

In my ‘verse, I think of “Oracle” being the title of highest honor for the Trollans, the most powerful and the wisest of Trollan mages. I guess I sort of think of it as kind of like the Avatar from you know exactly what show.  

I’m not a fan of ancient Oracle and Orko being one and the same (unless we bring reincarnation into this, but let’s try not to make it too much like the Avatar) (also I don’t want a time displaced Orko, he’s already dimension displaced, give him a break!), so in my ‘verse they’re two separate people separated by thousands of years, with Orko eventually proving himself worthy to carry the title himself (after a lot of stumbling, but getting back up each time he falls). 

Not sure what I want ancient Oracle’s real name to be...

In this universe, this is how Orko and Dree Elle’s first meeting goes: Evil Horde invades Eternia, Adam and a bunch of other Masters are captured (by pre-reformed Adora and her Horde crew no less), and Orko, who had escaped, is tasked with bringing Adam’s sword to him so He-Man can save the day. He looks around the main... base? ship? whatever--dodging the baddies’ sight until he stumbles into a room where, to his surprise, they’ve got a Trollan prisoner, kept around because she’s apparently useful. And of course, he’s smitten.

Dree Elle thinks she’s hallucinating at first, because... come on, Orko the Great, who apparently died several years ago, coming to her rescue? He quickly proves that he is the real deal by breaking her out, and then continues his mission to get the sword to Adam until at least Adam is free (but Adam ends up flying out a window along with Adora (where sibling bonding time and Adora’s wake-up call happens) and now Orko is captured and Dree is back to square one). 

At the end they’re saved by She-Ra. 

Just thinking of that one episode where Orko saves He-Man by zapping Sh’Gora with lightning, and then reimagining that moment for this ‘verse. 

(I want to do more redraws of Orko’s awesome moments.)

Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if Orko turned out to be descended from the Unnamed One (how many generations are between them, I dunno, depends on how you think Trollans age).

It’d probably be a bit more dramatic than this, but let me be silly. 

And now, back to Orko’s favorite uncle...

So, context for this is that it’s extremely difficult to get in or out of Trolla because the magical barriers between dimensions are particularly thick around that area, enough that it takes the Sorceress a while to even make contact with the place. So, everyone on Trolla thinks Orko’s dead from his encounter with a cosmic storm, and Orko’s unable to let his uncle know that he’s all right.

Since Trollan years are different from Eternian years, nobody really knows when Orko’s birthday is (“It’s the first day of Remmus!” “...I’m sorry, I don’t know when that is.”), so they settle for the day he arrived... which Orko’s all right with, but he really wishes his new friends could celebrate his actual birthday. This particular year, however, his birthday on the Trollan calendar and his Arrival to Eternia anniversary land on the same day, he’s super excited, and the others recognize this and decide to make it really special. Of course while they’re preparing a big party for him, Orko goes to occupy himself elsewhere, and ends up wrecking the marketplace with a potato while telling a story about Uncle Montork.

He goes off alone in shame, Adam finds him and comforts him, Orko vents about his frustrations and admits that his one birthday wish is to see his uncle again, cue Skeletor shenanigan and He-Man stopping him and Orko managing to help out... and then the Sorceress calls in, saying she has a birthday present for Orko. 

So, she reveals that she has made contact with Trolla, and specifically asked for Montork. And so, the above comic happens (Adam is there, offscreen but he’s really happy for Orko in this moment; I like to think that Man-At-Arms is there too), and uncle and nephew converse through the screen for a couple hours until Orko has to leave to attend the party everyone prepared for him. The Sorceress promises to have this contact be a regular thing, and perhaps someday Orko can be able to go home. 

Of course, at this point, Orko is already thinking of Eternia as a home, especially evident in how many people love him and prepared and/or attended the party (which was a great time).

They still deserve a reunion hug though. 

M’kay, those are the wild, kind of unorganized thoughts and doodles I’m willing to share today. I wonder how long it’ll take people to eat me alive. 

[jayvikbrainrot]

I have no clue if you like other peoples au ideas, but I’ve had an arcane/Jayvik au for the longest time. This is a long message btw.

Basically, Piltover gives Zaun their independance years earlier, like before the Vander/Silco betrayal, but also basically stops Zaunites from coming into Piltover. This changes a few things. For example, Vander and Silco no longer fight each other, the kids never get to Jayces apartment, and Viktor never goes to the academy. Because of this, and Viktor’s character, he kind of lives with Singed or in the library until he’s 14, where he encounters the kids, maybe helps them with an injury (he knows from reading or his own injuries) and gets adopted into the last drop. He becomes the sort of mechanic/doctor of the main area in Zaun, and because it’s impossible for me to do angst, he can make augmentations, although they are lesser quality. He gets 4 younger siblings and two dads who show him how to interact with the barons and be better at politics/public speaking.

Meanwhile, in Piltover, they basically lost all they labour and, when one of them finds Jayce’s experiments, skip over the whole ‘illegal’ part because, for the city of progress, they aren’t really progressing, but Jayce can’t figure out this one problem with Hextech. In an effort, they print pages of the calculations in newspapers and ask anyone who can understand them to come forward to the counsel. No one in Piltover can, but once it leaks to Zaun, Vander and co realise that, yeah, the super smart guy who’s basically been giving them healthcare and also revolutionised the industrial industry could probably do it. Just the first meeting being Jayce and the council seeing this small, scrawny Zaunite completely fix their problem while subtly insulting them, Jayce immediately wants him on the project, refuses any other appointments, that’s it for him. Also, more Zaunite Viktor, (possibly tattooed? Fashion?) is my jam.

Ahhhh yeah!!! Oh I love this, yes please send me things lol!

Yes I honestly love the AU's that have Viktor mentoring Powder which feels like would fit right in here. Heck even Vi could teach him some self defensive moves.

If we're really talking about Viktor making improvements, I feel like I read somewhere that Viktor started out making air filters for Zaun factories? Not sure how canon that is but I like that idea, it's possible that without Piltover, Viktor, Vander, and Silco go through and make sweeping changes to how these factories operate and Silco starts renegotiating contracts. Which could get Piltover's attention. I mean could you imagine some sort of gala where titans of industry are invited. Vander has his hellion kids in tow for getting free food, and Silco and Viktor walk in, Silco sees Jayce across the room, whispers something to Viktor behind his hand and they both laugh.

And Jayce watches all this and just Kill Bill Sirens. XDDD

Also yes Viktor TATTOOS I would go feral!

(Also I never reallllly talk about this because this is a Jayvik blog, but I would love to see Viktor and Silco interact. I really think he would foster Viktor's talents and teach him how to take charge of a room. Like I can't imagine in canon Silco's eye doesn't have some degree of blindness or light sensitivity, but like the way he wields himself makes you feel that he no weaknesses. Just a hyper confident Viktor would be a force to be reckoned with.)