#v • post timeskip

[flyingwargle]

watch party for japan vs. argentina men’s volleyball match tonight @ 8 pm!

osamu doodles jerseys in the corner – his brother’s #11 and his boyfriend’s #20. he stands to admire the sandwich board, startling at the voice behind him. “not #18 fer aran? that’s disrespectful of ya.”

“kita-san!” he whirls around to greet him, bowing slightly. “i know, but i have a feelin’ if i don’t put ‘tsumu’s number, he’s gonna blame me fer givin’ him bad luck.”

kita’s smile is slight, amused. “an’ suna?”

“that’s my boyfriend that yer talkin’ ‘bout.”

“yes, yes, as if i’d forget. i’m comin’ by later, so save me a seat, please. let’s talk more then.”

he watches him continue along, likely to visit the other shops on the block, and then ducks back inside his restaurant. it’ll get busy, if the tokyo olympics set any precedent, especially with how vital this match will be. after losing to germany, they’ll need to win, and then perform well against usa. only then will they qualify for the quarterfinals.

inside, the decorations have changed. the jerseys on the wall, once msby and ejp, are now their olympic counterparts. although the photos still show onigiri miya’s humble beginnings, he added a few taken with the team, including one where they’re all holding his onigiri. it pained him being unable to watch any of their games live, but he wouldn’t change it for the business it gave him.

for the rest of the day, he and his staff work to serve their customers, fulfill takeout orders, and prepare for the watch party. about half an hour until eight o’clock, he tunes into the sports channel, where subtitles of analysts discussing japan’s performance and future odds appear on screen.

there are two tvs – one on a shelf over the bar and the other in the corner of the seating area. he has a tablet set up behind the counter to watch whenever there are orders, but the livestream is still on standby. he turns the screen off as the door opens. “welcome back, kita-san. ya want the usual?”

“yes, please.” he takes the empty seat directly across from him, the same where any of their friends would sit whenever they visit. “are ya expectin’ a full house?”

“yeah, it’s usually busy. i imagine it’ll get busier once japan qualifies.” osamu takes a handful of rice and begins molding it. “they’re under a lotta pressure. ‘tsumu was almost in tears when he called.” it hurt that he couldn’t physically be there, relegated to phone calls and video calls, but if listening helped air out frustrations, he’d gladly sacrifice his sleep.

“the world is expectin’ a lot from them after they placed second in the vnl,” kita agrees. “hopefully, they’ll be able ta get it together tonight.” the two of them watched their friends and family compete mere months ago, bringing their nation to the podium, and consequently, to the top of the world. it’s natural to assume it’ll happen again, but so far, it isn’t easy as it sounds.

the clock strikes eight, and the broadcast starts with official warm-ups. atsumu and kageyama are setting to their players at the net, jumping to spike. it changes to serves, the players taking turns to warm up. osamu watches suna, who spins his ball as part of his pre-serve routine, and then tosses it for a jump floater. it isn’t as fast as atsumu’s, nor as deadly as kageyama's, but it’s earned them aces in the past. he hopes it’ll happen again.

the teams line up to sing their countries’ national anthems. a solemn silence falls over the restaurant as everyone follows along, osamu included. the camera zooms in on their faces, strict with determination and focus. suna looks into the camera when he’s in frame, and osamu whispers a voiceless prayer to him.

atsumu is the starting setter, along with ushijima, sakusa, aran, suna, and hakuba. yaku is their libero. the others stand on the sidelines. “must be goin’ fer heavy hitters to blow past argentina’s blocks,” kita comments. osamu nods in agreement.

oikawa tooru is argentina’s starting setter. the whistle blows, and the match begins.

c’mon, guys. i know ya’ll can do it.

the first set doesn’t start off well. japan falls behind in the first half, falling short to argentina’s clean sets and spikes. hakuba is rotated to the back, and suna steps on, hands in front of him. he gets a hand on the spike, and sakusa receives it. atsumu sends it down the middle, suna jumping and rotating his torso to get around the block. japan gets the point.

his customers cheer. osamu hides a small fist pump under the counter. he shares a smile with kita. the commentators are just as excited as he is. “what an unbelievable spike from middle blocker suna rintarou! he’s known for his flexibility and game sense. will this give japan the push they need to get ahead?”

and he does. japan matches and overtakes argentina. kita claps at atsumu’s clean set to ushijima, who slams it down in the opposite court. the team huddles for a cheer and then take their positions. suna is back at the net, hands in front. his eyes widen at the camera pointed at him, and he rotates his fingers to form a heart, mouthing a message. he turns away at the whistle, but that’s enough for the world to see and wonder exactly what he said.

only osamu knows those words by heart.

japan takes the first and second set, but argentina comes back for the third. however, japan takes the fourth, after switching in hinata, and they cheer in celebration. argentina looks devastated, oikawa most of all, and osamu doesn’t miss how japan’s athletic trainer, iwaizumi, pats his arm off-court. he’s sure there’ll be more gestures once the cameras are turned away.

the customers begin to call for their bills and shuffle out. osamu gathers their dishes, kita helping despite osamu's protests, and it isn’t long before they’re the wiping tables clean. they listen to the post-game interview with the players, starting with aran, the captain, and then atsumu. finally, they talk to suna.

“you did an interesting gesture in the middle of the first set. would you like to explain what it means?”

osamu turns to watch. suna has a towel around his neck, hair unruly after the match. his voice doesn’t waver when he replies, “there’s a certain someone that i know is watching, and i wanted to let him know that i appreciate his support and love him.”

“is that related to what you said to the camera? fans are dying to know what you said, by the way.”

“yes, but that’s between me and him.” suna winks, turning slightly to face the camera again. “and if he’s watching – i know he is, by the way – i want him to know that i couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

the broadcast ends. osamu smiles to himself, adding his rag with the others. he’ll lock up, head home, and text the team his congratulations. atsumu will probably call him in the middle of the night, again, to put him on video as they celebrate. osamu will lose sleep, again, but it’s worth it, seeing his brother happy, seeing his best friend glowing, and of course, his boyfriend living his best dream.

watch me, 'samu.

osamu will never take his eyes off him.

---

inspired by this fanart of suna's gesture and osamu's reaction! <3

[ncfertari]

@fallesto

-liked for a starter-

Vivi had gotten away from the guards when they were trying to carry her away hidden inside of a carriage with the World Nobleman. The princess knew she was in the Holy Land kidnapped by government workers to be given as a slave to a Celestial Dragon. It was an St. Charlos who was well known for going through slaves left and right, but she refused to sit by. When his guard was down as he was snoozing, she was able to take the keys off of him to unlock her chains. They had yet to put a slave collar on her or even brand her as the male wanted to appreciate her beauty until he got home. Moving quickly, she bursted out of the carriage and started running while trying to get away.

The city was unknown to her and she noticed that here the air was of higher quality than she was used to. Everything was more purer and fresher in a sense, which must have ment they consumed resources that were taken from other islands. Bumping into a traveling group of guards and women, she stumbled. Tripping into the ground she caused all the other women that were covered in gems and jewelry along with a shawl covering their faces. In a hurry, she grabbed a shawl along with some of the loose gems to help disguise herself. Pushing herself up from the ground, the princess was still wearing her silks and fabric dress that she was taken in, but now it was covered in dirt and mud. Wearing the shawl around her face, along with slipping on the ring she had taken onto her finger, she was trying to blend in.

Vivi stopped in an alleyway huffing and puffing as she was taking a moment to catch her breath. She could hear the guards that were with St. Charlos yelled to find his slave as he was getting enraged and causing a scene. Sneaking out of the alleyway as a crowd was gathering, she was trying to walk away and keep her head down low until she bumped into someone and lost her balance. Reaching out her hand, her onyx eyes widened when she noticed an older Celestial Dragon grabbing hold of it. What she did not know was the significance of the ring she placed on her finger that was in full view of the male she bumped into.

[lys-9-10]

New KGHN post-timeskip fic

Read on AO3 (preview below image)

Preview:

Four. That was how many texts Tobio had received from Hinata since he’d left for Brazil. 

Four texts, all clustered within the first few weeks of Hinata’s arrival . . . An arrival that had taken place almost two years ago.

Tobio doesn’t know what he had been expecting. 

Daily Facetimes? Good morning and good night texts? “How’s your day going?” check-ins every afternoon? 

Whatever he’d been expecting though, it wasn’t this. This: sitting on his bed, staring at their scant message thread on his phone, tapping his screen every time it threatened to go dark, waiting, waiting . . . for something. 

When Tobio had said “See you later,” to Hinata after their grad ceremony, he knew it would be a while before they did indeed see each other later. Tobio didn’t know how long Hinata was planning on training in Brazil—even Hinata didn’t know that—but it was sure to be at least a year, possibly several. 

And yet even then—even with the prospect of almost 20,000 km separating them for an indefinite period—it honestly never occurred to Tobio that there would be a time when his days wouldn’t be filled with Hinata.

They were the infamous 9/10 duo, after all. One of those names that you only ever hear in conjunction with the other—“Hinata and Kageyama.” “Kageyama and Hinata.” They simply didn’t exist without each other. . . 

Except now they do. 

Now Tobio wakes every day—trims and files his nails—eats breakfast—packs his bento—leaves for practice—practises… and comes home. 

And at no point in his day is there Hinata. 

Tobio knows it’s natural. People going abroad and eventually forgetting about their friends from back home. But . . . somehow he’d thought . . . 

Tobio squeezes his eyes shut and presses the heel of his palm to the splitting ache in his head. 

Hinata and Kageyama. Kageyama and Hinata. 

They simply don’t exist without each other. 

Except now they do. 

----- Hoshiumi is quick. 

Too quick. 

The first time Coach Suzaku asks them to do it—“Try that quick attack you used to do with your ginger in high school”—Tobio just smirks. Because there’s no way Hoshiumi will be able to connect, he’s sure. 

But when the ball slams into the ground on the opposite side of the net rather than dropping listlessly at Hoshiumi’s feet . . . Tobio feels something inside his chest shrivel up. 

“No,” he says instantly, and his voice feels like it’s squeezing out of his compressed lungs. “That wasn’t right.” 

It absolutely was right—the timing, the technique, the power—it was exactly right. 

But it was also wrong. Incredibly, horribly wrong. 

“Huh?!?” Hoshiumi sputters, indignant. “What are you talking about, that was perfect!” 

“No,” Tobio says again, sharper than before. “It was—”

Wrong, a betrayal, a hole being ripped through his core . . .

“—It didn’t feel the same.” 

And at least Tobio isn’t lying. Because it didn’t feel the same. It never could, no matter how technically flawless. 

“You’re full of bull!” Hoshiumi shouts, really riled up now. “That was better than with your second-stringer Little Giant and you know it!” 

Tobio’s eyes narrow. And when he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous. “Second-stringer?” 

Hoshiumi glares back. “Yeah, second-stringer! As I recall, I came out on top in the Little Giant showdown in high school!” 

“Hinata got a fever.” 

“Because he wasn’t strong enough! And because he’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to take care of himself!” 

Tobio steps toward Hoshiumi—one short, heavy step. He feels the fingers in his right hand clench and release. His nostrils flare as he tries to remind himself to breathe, breathe, don’t do anything stupid that will get him suspended from the team . . . 

“Don’t call Hinata an idiot,” he rasps at last. And it’s hypocritical—outrageously hypocritical—but right now Tobio can’t see past the angry red haze in his eyes to care. 

Hoshiumi is silent for a moment, gaze scraping slowly over Tobio’s face. Then, he scoffs. A low, disbelieving scoff.

“That’s what this is about. This is some asinine loyalty stunt for your subpar shortie.” 

Tobio has never left practice early before. He’s never even left practice on time before. He’s always the last one in the gym, well after the others are gone. (The very last one. Because on this team, no one stays behind with him, begging for “one more toss”.) 

But right now—only fifteen minutes into the Schneider Adlers’ practice—Tobio turns on his heels and quickly strides away, off the court. 

He has to move quickly. Because no one is allowed to see the tears that are forming in his eyes. 

Hoshiumi yells after him, just before he pushes his way through the doors. “PUT THAT SHIT AWAY KAGEYAMA! YOU’RE IN PROS, THIS IS YOUR JOB! DON’T BRING YOUR EMOTIONAL CRAP ONTO THE COURT!” Read more on AO3

[reivun]

@quiiscnt: chico liked for a smol starter!

"do you have a lemon cake slice to go with the triple shot expresso?" he didn't see it, but that didn't mean they didn't have it.

[via-the-cryptid]

pre and post timeskip designs for Coyo (I may change them later, but this is what I’m working off of rn)

[aethersflood]

when you're writing the fic and you have the whole idea mapped out but you're not sure where to start so you're writing all the middle parts but you can't post anything because you don't have a beginning because you don't know how to begin it yet and you're mad about it

[aroacettorney]

when will aup sidestories return from war and stop leaving me bitter about how the main story ended

[aletheialed]

"Kay... how many times must I tell you not to sneak in like this!?"

Honestly? Edgeworth can admit to himself that Kay's ability to sneak around undetected and break into all kinds of places is rather impressive. But that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it when it happens to him!

With a sigh, and while he attempts to calm his heart-rate from rushing a mile a minute, Edgeworth gives Kay a pointed look. She knows him well enough to recognize that it's not an unfriendly one, though. Truth be told... it's always nice to see Kay like this, even if admitting it is harder than he'd like.

"...Well, that aside. It's been a while since I've seen you... but you seemed excited about something the last time we spoke. Has something happened?"

@colorosen ( starter for kay! )

[madokasoratsugu]

kyara/baku and hal/baku are such good ships....genuinely adore how their relationships are written. the series could have gone with either romance and itd have been amazing....its choosing your fate vs an ordained destiny.

both playing on an innate trust in each other, differing in the ruthless abandonment if the trust is broken but knowing they will return eventually; two people this similar cannot survive unless revolving around one another, vs chasing one person to the ends of the earth, even if they are no longer waiting for you; two people so different their worlds must revolve around the other or risk their own imploding. it’s the magnetism, the desire to continue choosing each other, even when forgotten, even when dying.

you must belong to/with me, because where else can you be? where else can i?

[gumpistol]

I do not toot.

@flashyfooll // unprompted (always accepting)

❝ uhhh, yeah you do. everybody toots, dummy. ❞

[v-thinks-on]

Finally started reading Jekyll and Hyde assuming it would be mostly from the good doctor’s perspective as he puzzles out the cause of his own decline, like a somewhat more confused Dorian Grey. Instead we’re following the adventures of Jekyll’s lawyer/friend who is introduced at the beginning of the story thusly:

Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable.

And somehow, it’s right! I’m a few chapters in and I find myself surprisingly charmed by his unfailingly awkward description, and yet very loyal friendship.

[flyingwargle]

natsu stumbles out from her bedroom, rubbing sleep from her eye, dragging her fingers across the wall to guide her to the kitchen. she pours herself a cup of water to hydrate after a late night of watching vnl highlights and muffling her cheers into her blanket, shuffling into the living room to sit on the couch.

that was her plan, until she sees her brother sprawled across it, aimlessly channel surfing, the volume turned low. he glances at her. “morning. you’re up late.”

“it’s our rest day. what about you? don’t you have some crazy pro athlete regiment to follow?”

“i already went for a run while you were snoozing.”

oh, so she didn’t hallucinate the knocks on her door, or its creak. she looks away with a pout. “you could’ve woke me.”

“you look tired, so i didn’t want to bother you. no plans for today?”

“i have homework. no, you can’t help,” natsu adds before he can offer. last time he tried, she ended up tutoring him how to do algebra. “are you just going to stay at home all day?”

he shrugs. “maybe. i need rest days, too.” it’s hard to imagine that, honestly. her brother is constantly on the move, and whenever he’s back for breaks, he’s barely home, always bouncing between volleyball mutuals for friendlies or hosting talks for youth athletes. he’s the very definition of an extrovert.

natsu, on the other hand, considers herself an ambivert. she likes social interactions but also values her alone time. that’s why she declined her friend’s invitation to study together, to puzzle out physics on her own, and maybe work on some strategies that coach asked them to brainstorm. that’s why she stayed up watching those highlights; it’s definitely not because she wanted to watch ojiro aran for the nth time.

after brushing her teeth, she heats leftovers for lunch, clearing the table to do her homework at the dining table. at some point, hinata turned the tv off, settling in the silence with his book – probably something health-related. the house is quiet, with the occasional flip of his page, her pencil scratching against her notebook, long pauses intertwined to frown and ponder. eventually, she finishes her physics homework and completes her notes for next week. with a pleased smile, she rises to fetch the tablet in her room, glancing over at hinata, out of curiosity.

that’s when she hears faint snores in the air. natsu walks around the couch to observe him, arm behind his head as a makeshift pillow against the couch arm, limbs sprawled in front of him, feet propped on the other end. she notices an old issue of volleyball monthly left on the coffee table and picks it up, flips through it. thanks to some deal he’s made, her brother has a free monthly subscription, which he sends home to her because there’s no shortage of people with it in osaka.

she settles on a section that spotlights a few jnt athletes. she’s read through it enough times to have memorized the order – miya atsumu, who managed to wrangle the top server spot from kageyama; komori motoya, two-time winner of best overall libero; kiryuu wakatsu, a spiker that rivals in power with ushijima; bokuto koutarou, ever cheerful and formidable; and of course, ojiro aran, with a fierce look in his eye, thick muscles flexing as he holds a ball, eyes looking sideways toward his teammate. natsu will do anything for an autograph.

after him, though, is her brother. the photo depicts him in uniform, red with a white #10, ball held against his hip, eyes down and sharp in deep concentration. the blurb talks about his years in brazil as a beach volleyball player and debut as the opposite hitter for the black jackals. the world has an eye on him for his adaptability, impressive jumping height, and positivity.

huh, natsu thinks. he almost looks kind of cool. then she looks up. there’s a trail of drool coming from the corner of his mouth. she’s reassured that even if his face shows up on billboards, ads, and magazine articles, he’s still her same old big brother.

lowering the magazine, she turns to him. “nii-chan,” she calls out. “if you keep drooling, it’ll go on the couch and mom’ll yell at you!”

hinata wakes with a start, legs jerking upward. he blinks groggily, turning to stare at her. “wha’?”

she points. “your drool.”

it takes him a second. “oh!” using the back of his hand, he wipes his mouth clean, then gets off the couch, presumably to wash his hands. he returns to retrieve his book. “thanks. did you need something?”

“nah. well, if you want to help me come up with some volleyball plays…”

“yeah, of course! you got your tablet? i’ll make some tea!” he puts his book down and heads to the kitchen. natsu shakes her head with a smile, about to put the magazine down when she catches sight of his article, again. then, she flips to the previous page and approaches him.

“hey, nii-chan, i was wondering…”

--

inspiration: this fanart of natsu and hinata!

[ncfertari]

@ikkaku-of-heart ~plotted starter~

The princess had fled from the Holy Land when CP-0 was trying to sell her off to the World Nobles as a pet, as it was their goal to make her disappear. She had no clue the reason why, but all that the female knew she needed to leave the island and go into hiding. A few weeks went by as she traveled trying to find some allies that would be willing to help her, as she read the papers. Her father was killed and she was missing, but it did not sit right with her. Vivi had cried at the news of her father's death, but she did not believe that Sabo was the one who killed him. If the government was trying to make her disappear, then it would make sense that they would silence her father. However, she did not know the reason why, so the princess went looking into that reason.

Vivi was traveling on a ship when suddenly they were attacked by the pirates as she was on a merchant ship hidden in the cargo hold. The female had barely escaped the ship as it was sinking and she was badly injured. She had no supplies as she rowed for a couple days, her injuries were from a couple cuts and a few broken ribs. By now, the bluenette must had an infection as her head was aching and she was running a fever, but she kept on rowing. When she was resting, her body felt heavy and numb with her mind feeling like it was in a fog. Closing her eyes, she allowed the darkness and exhaustion to consume her, not knowing what would happen next when she woke up.

Finally, the princess shot up straight from the cot she was lying on as she groaned from the pain shooting throughout her body. She was stiff and everything was sore. However, Vivi could feel that her ribs weren't broken anymore plus the cuts on her arms and forehead were bandaged. Looking around, she noticed that she was lying in a bed in some room that looked similar to a hospital room. Slowly taking a moment, to clear her mind and tested to limps to see if everything was working. After a couple minutes of sitting on the edge of the bed, she heard something like a door opening and she froze watching as a female came into the room.

Staring at her, Vivi did not speak or move, as she was trying to observe the other carefully. The stranger had thick black curly locks underneath a beanie as she wore a jumpsuit with a jolly roger on it. Something looked familiar about as she did not know where from. Maybe these were the ones who attacked the merchant ship or maybe she had seen it in a newspaper, but her head was throbbing from her mind turning. Groaning softly as she placed a hand on her forehead, she was trying to figure out what was going on.

[steel-and-fire]

@thecompulsivevirtuoso

Khada was certainly... Something. Absolutely not of sane mind, hawty, demanding and self important to a ridiculous level. Full of negative traits that could fill a lake. But, was that.. So bad?

After all, the kind, the caring, the humble and sweet, what had they offered him, other than pain? Abandoned him for their mission, their ideals, or simply coming to dislike him for not matching their visions of him?

Those things had long lost meaning to Igris. He sought very different things now from any kinds of connection with someone. And while he had just met Khada... Something told him to stay a moment longer.

And he did.

When she would wake up, she would find herself exactly where she laid, with the dragonblooded warrior next to her, sitting cross legged. Her bandages freshly changed again, and... Till she opened her eyes, his hand on her hair. Brushing them. An... Instict that remained from long ago.

But shen she would come to, the hand would retreat, and he would look at her with a cold yet soft gaze.

"Good morning. Feeling any better? The whole setup you have here seems to be helping you a lot with the recovery. You must be getting injured quite often."

He chuckled and turned fully to her. His armor was off, along his shirt, remaining only with his pants, jewelry, and his axe on his lap, always close.

The markings on his shoulders now visible went to his back, and some more showed on his forearms.

"Want something to eat?"

[nobilismare]

@aethele​ ; ask answered

(for hubie!) the act of lovemaking is so... intimate.

Any and all actions were halted for a brief moment to look at the man in front of him. Ferdinand had always been full of surprises but he never thought he’d discuss lovemaking of all things. It wasn’t a subject he was personally interested in or considered to talk about with others. Of course, he had a general idea of the act and its purposes but to speak publicly about it was a slightly uncomfortable.

“...I suppose it is.“ Why he brought this up all of a sudden was confounding. Ferdinand had always been a romantic at heart. Perhaps there were underlying feelings he wished to portray. There had been no time for dating during the war, let alone in his time as Prime Minister. It was bound to come up one day.

“I have not considered factors outside of your job that you could be interested in. There haven’t been any occassions to meet potential partners and now that things have settled down, it must have been on your mind.“

[reivun]

the following is both a tag drop as well as a verse explanation, which i will put under the cut.

i. 🕊: v: goddammit — i was worth something / childhood spanning from his childhood to young adulthood, stopping only when his wife, leona floros-dreyar dies. he is an s-class mage of fairy tail, somewhat withdrawn even then, but still helpful and hopeful. always happy to help out fellow guildmates and share his research. he’s just a little awkward! that’s all.

ii. 🕊: v: i don’t know what to do without you / lacrima research this is from the moment his wife dies to the moment he is excommunicated from fairy tail. he is desperately researching ways to find a way to cure his sickly son, laxus and is going everywhere for it. with his mother as a lacrima expert, it doesn’t take long for him to turn to the lucrative lacrima and how it could interact within one’s own magic. could this be it?

iii. 🕊: v: master of my own fate / pre canon leading up from his excommunication to founding raven tail and up until the summer of x784. he was feeling very bitter, very angry and the most unhinged perhaps in this time. he does calm the closer we get to x784 mainly for zilla. but. he is still unhinged and likes to play it up even more, the more his own father spreads bad rhetoric about him.

iv. 🕊: v: show them all you’re not the ordinary type / pre tenrou this is for the canon events that take place form lucy joining fairy tail all the way to tenrou. hilariously, it’s only three months of time in which he basically fucks with gajeel and makarov a bit.

v. 🕊: v: in the arms of restless anger / timeskip the 7 year timeksip was an interesting time. the more the core members of fairy tail aren’t found, the more upsetting it truly is. not only is makarov “dead” and he had nothing to do with it….but…laxus is gone.

vi. 🕊: v: in my toxic era / gmg the gmg arc. not much canon divergence, EXCEPT, for ivan’s motives. of course he was going to come and ensure humiliation and expose makarov as the pos he is! by any means necessary. unfortunate he has to battle his own son, but yknow, his nose gets broken again. and raven tail is banned from any future games. which is fine with ivan, he has some house cleaning to do.

vii. 🕊: v: the unmaker of my own catastrophe / post gmg following the grand magic games, ivan begins to clean house at raven tail. if the games aren’t going to work, then raven tail is going to become one of the better guilds of fiore, then. fine! ivan’s hand is being forced. he does this dramatically by ‘disbanding’ the guild (but certain members knows its not disbanded) and giving the council the list of very suspicious mages. is he a bit of a narc? sure. but its to get back at makaorv. this ends with fairy tail being disbanded by makarov and it only makes ivan feel even better about his choices.

viii. 🕊: v: wake from your sleep — they’re coming / alvarez invasion during the events of the alvarez invasion, raven tail had protected the towns surrounding the guild and fighting off the ships at the harbor, as they were the closest group of mages in that area. ivan was leading them all until he got zapped away by the most annoying spell in existence, universe one. 

ix. 🕊: v: the crown of love has fallen — but it still fits / post war - main the main verse, in x794 a year after the war and what it means. raven tail is a legal guild and ivan is the head and fairy tail and makarov are back. ivan can be seen glaring daggers at makarov whenever he can, but mostly. he is. attempting. to fix some bridges. mainly with laxus and his mother.

/// the folowing are aus ///

i. 🕊: v: on the grave of an old love the flowers are blooming / adoption verse plotted out with momo, a verse where kagura and simon mikazuchi get adopted by ivan. it sounds like crack, however, when the headcanons are uploaded and ready it will make sense and i will return to this blurb and update it.

ii. 🕊: v: revenge is a dish best served professional / gmg au this au is basically ‘what if raven tail didnt need to cheat’ verse. the major difference is ivan is not competing, zilla, my oc is. another difference is that raven tail is not seen cheating at all and instead use their brain and wits. unfortunately, there’s nothing we could do about kurohebi.

iii. 🕊: v: in the time of dragons / dragon search au in this Big au, the dragons are not frozen inside their children, but are somewhere else, trapped. porlyusica, in charge of natsu’s education, theorizes that natsu is from the past based on his language skills and seeks out to find this igneel the fire dragon. in this search, she seeks out help from ivan. and ivan can never say no to his mother.