Wow. This fanfic has all things I considered as gems in other most rusame fics! Equality, check. Dark Ivan and Dark Alfred, check. And to top it off, many steaming delicious scenes are there for bonus too. Totally can’t wait for the next updates!:)
There are five (5) types of Erza popular in fanfiction! Also most of my experience is coming from the nalu fics I read, so I’m sure Jerza/Erza fics fall into different tropes! Please keep that in mind!
1) Cake!Erza. Did you know that Erza likes strawberry cake? Because she does. Like, a lot. She’s always eating cake. Coffee shop AU? Eating cake. Canonverse AU? Cake. Post apocalyptic? Cake. She eats cake. It’s her entire character. Omnomnom
Sometimes included, but not required:
May be mixed with other brands of Erza to dilute the trait, but on it’s own it’s super obnoxious.
2) Strong Woman™. No matter the fic genre, Erza will be overly aggressive and borderline abusive towards her friends. Will hit anyone who disagrees or does something she doesn’t like, mostly notably Natsu and Gray. Usually this is played off as comic relief. (Note: this is not inherently bad in fics, but it does make me uncomfortable at times!) Besides the aggression, Erza will never lose a fight. Because she’s strong. Super strong. In case you couldn’t tell.
Sometimes included, but not required:
Typically featured in canonverse, but can filter into AUs, notably high school AUs.
3) The Boss™. Erza is the superior of one of the other characters in an AU. Her role in the fic is to be the hard ass boss that is also the best friend. ??? Not much character outside of this. This can be paired with #1 and/or #2 for maximum chaos.
4) Well-rounded Erza. Has a strong character that doesn’t exaggerate any of her traits. Tough love™. Has a soft spot for cute things. Would do anything for her friends. Just a very nice character 10/10 would recommend. Probably has some kind of relationship issue with Jellal (past relationship, unrequited love, etc) but this doesn’t make up her entire character. Is allowed to be emotional and more than just the strong girl.
5) Jellal’s girlfriend!Erza. She’s Jellal’s girlfriend/crush/she likes him. This is her entire character. She just… really loves Jellal.
Victor speaks to anyone and everyone in Japanese to practice, and now the Hasetsu community knows him less as ‘that famous Russian World Champion Ice Skater’ and more as ‘that cute foreigner who can’t speak Japanese to save his life’, as he often messes up without realising it. No one has the heart to tell him when he’s wrong, so it just makes more work for Yuuri tutoring him.
“Cas, I just - I don’t think we can do this,” Dean says.
And Cas, sitting beside him in shotgun, tastes loss in his mouth. He stares straight ahead.
He’s been waiting for this, if he’s honest with himself. It was too good to be true. He and Dean have been - things have been different between them, recently. They’ve been saying more, showing more. It’s been filling a part of Cas that he hadn’t even understood was aching and empty, until suddenly it wasn’t.
“It’s - you know, we got jobs to do,” Dean says. Outside, the night rolls past. They’re driving home to the bunker, shopping bags in the back. The trip was domestic, even sweet; but at the check-outs, Cas saw Dean’s face. He’d known that something was shifting. He’d known that there was trouble to come.
“Jobs?” he manages.
“Yeah, Cas, jobs. We got the world to save. Half the time we’re throwing ourselves under the bus so it won’t drive off the cliff, and that’s good, because the bus won’t crash, but…” He pauses; Cas says nothing. “But - God, Cas, it’s so much harder to throw yourself under the bus when you got someone out there who makes you think you shouldn’t have to.”
It was all Dean could do to wait until they were back at the motel room to call Castiel. “I killed Hitler!” he burst out as soon as he heard the familiar gravelly, “Hello, Dean,” on the other end of the line.
Silence. “Adolf Hitler?”
Dean grinned with pride. “Shot ‘im right in the head. Then burned his body.”
More silence, then finally, “You’re not joking.”
“Course I’m not joking, Cas!” Dean exclaimed, ignoring the snort of laughter from Sam, who was reclined in a chair with an old, dusty book he’d grabbed off the bunker’s shelves before they’d left. “He was reincarnated and I killed him. Crowning achievement, don’t you think?”
“You killed Death, too,” Castiel reminded him. “And reconciled my father and his sister.”
“Hm, you’re right,” Dean mused. “Pretty kickass resume, huh?”
There was an amused huff from the other end that made Dean smile again. His favorite thing in the world was making Castiel laugh, and it didn’t happen nearly often enough in his opinion, though he had been working hard lately to change that.
“You are an extraordinary man, Dean Winchester,” Castiel said, and Dean felt his cheeks heat up slightly. Since they’d gotten together, Castiel had become very open with his praise, and while Dean was getting better at appreciating it, it still made him flustered.
“Yeah, well,” he said, fiddling with the corner of the blanket he was sitting on.
“If I may ask,” Castiel said, “what kind of circumstances led you to kill Hitler?”
“The Thule society,” Dean said. “Y’know, the Nazi necromancers? They apparently stuck Hitler’s soul into a pocket watch way back when and finally found the thing again. They used blood from a girl who’s related to him to bring the genocidal nutjob back, but I shot him.”
Dean smiled in pride. “Thanks, babe.” He leaned back against the pillow and the wall and kicked off his boots. He chuckled. “Not exactly what I was expecting when Aaron called. Though I guess with the codename “Das Blut,” I shouldn’t have been expecting anything less.”
“That is certainly an ominous name,” Castiel agreed. He was silent for a few seconds, then, “Who is Aaron?” There was a certain note in Castiel’s tone that told Dean that this was more than idle curiosity.
“Sound like you’re asking about an old boyfriend, Cas,” he teased, deflecting the question.
“Am I asking about an old boyfriend?”
“What?! No!” Dean sat up so quickly he almost fell off the bed, much to Sam’s amusement.
“Hey Cas, ask Dean about his ‘gay thing!’” Sam called across the room, loudly enough that Castiel could hear him.
“Your gay thing?” Castiel asked. Dean could imagine how he looked at the moment, head tilted inquisitively and eyes squinting in mingled confusion and suspicion.
Dean sent a glare in his brother’s direction. “Ignore him, Cas,” he said. “We met Aaron a few years back. He was tailing me and covered it up by flirting with me. But nothing happened between us, babe, I swear.”
“I trust you, Dean,” Castiel said.
“Good,” Dean said, breathing a sigh of relief. He softened his voice, glancing self-consciously at Sam, who had thankfully returned his attention to his book. “When’re you comin’ home?” he asked, lying back down on the bed.
“Soon,” Castiel assured him. “Working with Crowley is… exhausting. And aggravating. I would like to take a break, perhaps when you return to the bunker.”
Dean smiled, relieved. “Can’t wait to see you. Miss you so much, sunshine.”
“I’ll be home soon,” Castiel said again.
“I know. I trust you too.” Dean paused and a grin broke out on his face. “Can you believe I killed Hitler, babe?”
Castiel’s tone was amused when he replied. “You’ve said. Would you like to tell me again, Dean?”
Dean sank farther into the bed and pulled a blanket over his torso. “Well, since you ask…”
“So, what do you see?” Levi asked, resting his forehead on
the back of Eren’s shoulder and nudging gently with his chin.
Eren let out a huff of air. “This is stupid.”
“No it’s not,” Levi responded. He ran his hands up Eren’s bare sides, soft and
slow. “You’re not looking.”
“There isn’t anything to see,” Eren said, and Levi could
feel his body tense beneath his fingertips.
“Nothing has changed. Nothing
will ever change.”
Levi studied Eren’s form in the mirror. He was tall, growing taller each day, and
Levi feared he’d be Erwin’s height before summer’s end. He looked on the scrawny side with lanky
limbs that hung around his body at awkward angles.
But strength, raw and a little frightening, radiated from
just beneath his perfect skin, and though no scars marred his body, Levi knew
the shape and weight of the wounds Eren carried.
“That’s not true,” Levi murmured near Eren’s ear. “Now look.”
Levi coaxed Eren’s face up with his fingers, so that his
eyes met Eren’s in the mirror. If Eren’s body betrayed none of his battles,
then his eyes held no secrets, two jade stones that could burn a hole through
Levi continued to cup Eren’s face, his thumb drifting
lightly over the skin of his cheek. “Look.”
When Eren did, when his eyes traced the lines of his body
through the mirror, his fists clenched at his sides. “Monster.”
It hurt, the way Eren’s voice sounded so resigned and
hopeless. Levi placed a kiss on his shoulder, just a brush of skin against
“So?” Levi asked.
“You’re a monster. So what?”
“What?” Eren was frowning and biting his lip.
“We’re all monsters in this world.” Levi moved his hand up his stomach until his
spread palm was resting on Eren’s chest. “The people out there, the Titans,
everyone. Even me.”
“No,” Eren whispered, twining his fingers with Levi’s, so that
both of their hands were resting over his heart. “Not you.”
Their gazes lingered for a long while, grey and green, watching
the way their hands fit together over the slow rise and fall of Eren’s chest.
Whilst Yuuri does use some solo Russian words around Victor, he doesn’t let Victor hear him speak the Russian he’s still working on, mostly because he knows Victor will get over excited and not correct him if he makes a mistake. Instead, he studies alone, but also asks Yurio to help him practice sometimes. Once he moves to Russia, most of the skating family there help him out… except Victor, who never fails to let everyone know how hurt he is by this fact.
Consider: Cas removes his grace to become human and live out a mortal life with Dean - and then someone steals the grace.
“I don’t need it back,” Cas says.
“Still. It’s not safe to leave it out there in the world in the hands of God knows who. We need to get it back,” Dean says, and they set off to find it.
Dean believes that Cas will, one day, take back his grace. Angels weren’t built to die. He won’t blame Cas for being afraid.
The thief trails across the country and back again - they’re good at slipping out of reach and hiding and running, they’re very good, but they’re not quite good enough. Eventually Dean and Cas catch up to them in a big old warehouse in Wyoming. Cas goes in first, tells Dean to sneak around the back in case they need some surprise on their side.
“It’s over,” Cas says, when he sees the thief - they stand in darkness, face barely visible.
“Is it?” says the thief, raising their fist - clasped in it, a shining glass vial. They uncurl their fingers, pinching it only between finger and thumb, threatening to drop it. “Even when I have the most precious thing to you in the world, right here in my hand?”
Cas blinks, seeing Dean emerging out of the darkness, his eyes on Castiel.
“No,” he says, meeting Dean’s gaze. “You don’t.”
Cas throws his angel blade in a spin, cracking the thief on the crown of the head with the hilt even as Dean snatches for the grace - misses it - watches the vial fall to the ground, and smash.
Dean’s on his knees, hands trying to gather up grace even though it’s smoke and sunlight in his palms, when Cas puts a hand on his shoulder.
“Leave it,” he says. There’s something in his voice that makes Dean’s shoulders fall slack and easy, puts the breath back in his lungs.
They go home. Cas holds Dean’s hand for most of the drive. He isn’t worried or dismayed. God only knew what was waiting for him after death - he has no choice there, no control. The only thing he can decide is what to do with his life.
He squeezes Dean’s hand, and Dean glances at him, grins. Cas smiles in reply.
I reached 500 followers about a month ago (!!!!) and now I have over 700 so that’s rad. But seriously, thank you guys so much, this blog is so fun for me and I love that other people get something out of it as well.
Anyway, to celebrate this mini milestone, I thought I would do a fic rec list for wedding fics. I absolutely love fics that have to do with weddings, especially au fics, so I have a pretty decent list. So without further ado, here are the recs.
Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean is going a week before the wedding in order to help them get ready. But he finds out Jess’ best man is Cas, who he hasn’t seen since high school. Per usual, some angst and a lot of fluff ensue. This fic is a very close second in terms of favorite wedding fics, I just really love this one, I have even read it more than once. It is just so cute and very beautiful as well.
In an au where Cas is a monster and Dean is still a hunter, Dean and Cas get married in order to heal Cas, who is dying. Their bond created through this marriage is very interesting; they are telepathic and are able to feel each other’s emotions, as well as look into memories. This one is obviously very different from the other fics I listed - a wedding with flowers and ballroom dancing lessons is not the type of wedding that is found in this fic. Despite these differences, I really love this fic. It is written so well and the development of their relationship is amazing, along with the great plot line.
Dean is a waiter in a strip club to put his kid brother through school. Castiel is dragged to the club as a part of his sister Anna’s bachelorette party. Dean and Cas hit it off, but Dean thinks Cas is the one marrying Anna. This is a misunderstandings fic that makes you so frustrated because Dean and Cas are clearly great for each other, but Dean keeps pulling back because he thinks Cas is getting married. But there are still plenty of cute moments.
Dean asks his long time best friend, Cas, to be his date to Sam’s wedding. No one is surprised about it, and that leaves Dean to question their interactions. This is one of my favorite wedding fics, it’s just so cute and fluffy. There is also a prequel with stories about them in high school as well as a sequel with one shots about their new relationship.
Castiel Novak is a genius wedding dress consultant sought by many brides from all over the country. Cas meets Jo Harvelle, soon to be bride in need of a dress, and her best friend, Dean. There are instant sparks between the two men, however, Cas believes that Dean is Jo’s fiancé. Another great misunderstandings fic with equal parts cuteness and frustration.
In order to save Dean from the Mark of Cain, and to save Cas from dying, Dean and Cas get married. This one is really sweet and really in character with Dean’s reactions and behavior. And I wish this was how the show actually figured out the Mark of Cain issue.
Dean is stretched out on the sofa. He is asleep. His mouth is open. He’s tired; he’s not trying to sleep pretty.
It’s an ordinary scene. There’s a cup of something tepid balancing on Dean’s stomach, held by a loosening hand.
Castiel, who is sitting on an armchair with a book in his hands, sees it like this:
Glancing over the top of the pages of the book, he realises Dean is asleep (Dean trusts Castiel enough to sleep in his presence; that was not always the case, and it is important).
Castiel loses himself in thought for a moment, and comes back to himself to find his eyes resting on Dean’s face. Dean’s lips look soft. His hair is not as neat as it normally is (it makes him look younger - or maybe that is because of the smoothness of his brow, without a frown).
Dean’s breathing is heavy and slow. When Castiel shifts slightly, he doesn’t stir. (He sleeps deeply, as though he knows he is safe.)
The top of Castiel’s page reads, Who cares? I don’t know! I’ve got a melody, boy, for violin, it’s a gift, and it won’t let me sleep, so I need you to take it down, now… and Castiel thinks he understands. He knows the feeling of something wordless burning in his blood.
(It is love.)
He stands, and sets his book down like a soft-paper tent over the arm of his chair, and walks over to Dean. Castiel’s hand, warm, curls into a loose clench when he stands closer. For a moment, he longs to touch…
He retrieves the cup, and sets it down on the floor.
He wanders to his own room, pulls a blanket off the bed, and takes it wrapped over his arms to lay over Dean, to warm him.
For a moment, when Castiel looks down at Dean sleeping and covered, Castiel sees him as he would a stranger - sees only a man sleeping -
And then something rises in him, rises inevitable as the sun; something that makes Dean familiar. Something that turns sleep into an act of trust. Something that makes Dean’s face worth watching, and watching, and watching… something that burns in Castiel’s blood.
Canonverse AU - In which Levi joined the Survey Corps normally with Farlan and Isabel and Eren, Mikasa and Armin were the underground trio and they were the ones sent to capture them. Just think of thug!Eren waving the fact he escapes Levi multiple times right in front of his nose and Levi is furious because Isabel thinks he`s really cool. While Mikasa and Armin try to keep Eren away from Levi because they know he wants him and he has to remember Levi is a soldier who would capture them, but Eren can`t get over the beautiful raven.
Phichit is Yuuri’s go-to-guy for relationship advice and gets full lectures from him on important topics, including, but not limited to: ‘Understanding Emojis’, ‘Deciphering the Boyfriend’s Texts’, and ‘Why Stalking Wiki Sites and Interviews To Learn About Your Boyfriend Is NOT Better Than Just Asking Him Questions’.
Dean and Cas take a much-needed beach break. set in canon ‘verse, can slot in wherever you like, really…
The thing about the sea, Cas thought, was that it was, in some indefinable way, the same everywhere.
He’d seen waters lap the baked Egyptian sands, and he’d seen the shape of the brine that stretched from iceberg to colossal iceberg in the coldest Northern straits - and, now, he’d seen the cool smooth American tide giving this pebbled beach a desultory washing.
“I was picturing more of a sand, sun, sit and drink beer kind of beach,” said a gruff voice that drew nearer as its owner came to stand beside Cas. Dean had his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and a slight frown between his eyes. Castiel watched him in silence for a moment, feeling the slight smile curving over his mouth. He didn’t bother to hide it; Dean wasn’t watching him.
“What’s wrong with this place?” Castiel said, narrowing his eyes slightly against a strengthening breeze, which brought with it the strong scent of brine and seaweed.
“Oh, nothing,” Dean said. “I asked you to zap me to a beach, and you pick this one, is all. You know I don’t like taking the goddamn Angel highway. I wanted the beach to be worth it. I wanted sun.”
Castiel considered him. This was not a beach that he had picked at random, but he wasn’t going to share his reasons for choosing it with Dean - not while he was in a mood like this.
“We can go home,” Castiel said, raising two fingertips towards Dean’s forehead - but Dean stopped him with a sharp look. Or rather, Castiel thought, a blunt look, that Dean just swung very hard.
“It’s fine,” Dean said tersely. He took in a deep breath, and then puffed it out, quickly. “It’s bracing.”
Castiel watched him for a moment longer - and then turned back to face the sea, quickly, when Dean flicked a glance his way.
“It’s good of you to be so forgiving,” Castiel said dryly, just in case Dean had caught the tail ends of his warm expression and was thinking about that too hard. The distraction worked.
“Yeah, well, I’m a paragon of virtue like that,” Dean said, kicking at a large pebble underfoot.
“Oh? Which virtue would that be, specifically? “
“Well,” Dean said, pausing for thought. “Forgiveness, obviously. Honesty, diplomacy… uh - geology… all your favourites.”
Erwin was a busy man. He was a very busy man. He was a man of balance, Make sure all paper work is done in the allotted time allocated so it is never later nor too early, Meetings with the Survey Corp accountant in order to make sure the budgets are running to plan, Meetings with his squad leaders daily,manoeuvre gear training and inspection, and eat every meal in the mess hall (unless other contingencies take priority). among all this are the mundane tasks that keep the barracks ticking over.