#titanic 1997 au

[cherbearsz]

byler titanic au ref sheets!! featuring rose!mike and jack!will because it fits way too well

[emily-mooon]

Jancy Titanic Au. This has been an idea cooking in my head for the past week. I have a lot more ideas for this that I’m going to try and make more art for but in the mean time, have this!

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

"I'll Follow Your Lead" Masterlist

Chapter 1: Hot Chocolate and a Cinnamon Bun

Chapter 2: Nighttime Chatter

Chapter 3: He's Gone Now, Dorothea

Chapter 4: One Question

Chapter 5: Christmas Party

Chapter 6: My Hero

chapter 7: coming soon

[violet-phoenix-nebula]

In a Destiel Titanic (1997 movie) AU:

Notes for those who never watched the movie Titanic (1997):

Rose is the 17 year old English daughter of an extremely wealthy family, who feels trapped by her family and imprisoned in an engagement to an even richer asshole she's been all but sold to for the purposes of her mother maintaining their wealth, which is otherwise in jeopardy.

Jack is an American stereotypical poor artist, happy to go with the flow from place to place with nothing but his sketchbook. He just goes wherever the world takes him and is pretty content with it. He and his buddy win third class tickets onto Titanic in a poker game less than 10 minutes before the ship leaves (docked directly outside where they are). He sees Rose up on the first class deck and becomes instantly enamored.

Cue plot and tragic romance.

I've done this poll before but I forgot to change the duration so it didn't have time to rack up a whole lot of votes, so I'm redoing it.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Au where Jack, Rose, and that kid all make it out alive and live happily ever after

[muqingswife]

eu adoraria ler uma fic titânica de Levi Ackerman onde o leitor é 'rose' e de fora dos muros enquanto Levi é 'Jack' que descobriu um mundo totalmente novo com o leitor (sem mortes aliás, apenas um final feliz para este pobre homem)

[milkteahoe]

Call me crazy but Titanic AUs are genuinely my favourite crossover AU

[wheels-of-despair]

Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You

That's right kids, The Mystery Series is a Worth It AU! The players are the same, but the setting is the RMS Titanic in April 1912.

You don't have to have read Worth It to understand Live A Little, but I've sprinkled it with cameos and Easter eggs from the original series.

The biggest character difference is that You are now an American. Congrats! "Home" is a vague place that's probably somewhere in the northeast. You're still a twenty-something who loves Dad, disappoints Mom, and is bored by a boy named Donald.

There will be a happy ending. None of this "I'll never let go!" and then immediately letting go and watching your boy sink. Not on my watch.

Chapters will come out on the day they're set, and vary in length. Some days are more exciting than others!

I've been researching and writing this on and off for about a year. I'm sure you've all seen the 1997 movie, and images from that will be what I use for most of my headers. I'll also be using the occasional image from Titanic: Honor and Glory.

Bonus: Want to see the cabins You and Ralph are occupying?

CHAPTERS: December 1911 April 10, 1912 April 11, 1912 April 12, 1912 April 13, 1912 April 14, 1912 April 15, 1912 April 16, 1912 April 17, 1912 April 18, 1912 April 19, 1912

[maluceh]

That painel was AMAZING, thank you thank you thank you! ❤️

Sorry for missing a few references, could you share a list of all the universes?

damn ok… ummm (from top left to right and so on with every row)

brooklyn nine nine (amy and jake)

morticia and gomez

modern family (claire and phil)

tangled

they’re just drinking chescos in this one

band au

i got lazy so kissy time

dinosaurs

the last of us au

game of thrones au

10 things i hate about you

celebrity au but i tried to do the cinderella concept art cause 50s

old people

slasher

sapphic jily victorian era

mexican folklore dancers

i got lazy again and i just sketched them as spooky cartoons

deleted scene from dead poets society but it’s not them as dps characters, i just wanted a snowy scene

barbie

pirates of the caribbean

anne with an e

legos

elevator love song by BeeDaily (it’s a fic)

cowboy au

how to train your dragon (astrid and hiccup)

percy jackson (them as percabeth)

sapphic jily in the 14th? 15th? century with princess jamie and her loyal guard lily

this is just a kids drawing so you can interpret it as you want (harry drew it or little james or little lily)

vampire au

couple selfie!

sapphic jily with a reference to glee (the cheerleader uniform). so this one is kind of like cheerleader x outcast type of thing

pride and prejudice au (bingley and jane)

set it up (it’s a movie on netflix)

rocks

greys anatomy au (them as mark and lexi)

role swap (quidditch player lily/muggleborn james)

ice skater couple au

juno (reference to the intro credits from the movie where there’s like drawings and stuff, i thought it would be cool idk)

the office (them as jim and pam)

haikyuu (tanaka and kiyoko are literally jily in another font)

patronuses

genderswap jily

romeo and juliet (2013)

before sunrise (1995)

titanic movie

ferris bullers day off (i think they fit sloane and ferris A LOT)

friends (chandler and monica)

maurice (1987)

detectives au (i tried to emulate 1940s drawings but alas i’m only a girl)

mermaid au

mlm jily as Pedro Infante and Jorge Negrete I BELIEVE this is Dos tipos de cuidado (1953) i wanted to draw them as homoerotic mexican actors from the golden age of mexican cinema

canon jily

sapphic jily in bly manor (as dani and jamie)

animal crossing jily

big fish (2003)

sapphic jily as pirates who got caught

idk i took it from a pinterest pic

shadowhunters jily

fantasy jily (?

sapphic jily kissing at sunset

worms

idk what movie this is, i wanted to draw them as silent actors from the 1930s i also tried to use the same art style they used in that era but alas i’m just a girl

widow victorian lily and ghost james (this is a direct reference to Anders Zorn the widow 1883 i believe)

how to lose a guy in 10 days au

shadow and bone au (them as nina and matthias)

ballet dancers au

romeo and juliet AGAIN (1996 tho)

anastasia (1997)

the princess diaries 2 (them as Mia and nicholas)

them with a cat (it’s algernon, the cat is algernon by the way)

spiderman (itsv spider-man to be exact)

i got lazy again and i just doodled them listening to music together

ants

genderswaped jily as emma and mr. knightley (2020)

mamma mia (2008) (love that movie, sophie and sky made me the bisexual i am with that one beach scene)

the hunger games mockingjay part 2 (them as katniss and peeta)

hogwarts professors

coworker rivals

mlm jily but at hogwarts

sapphic jily just vibing (heartstopper vibes??? idk i put the leaves)

shelf awarness by GhostofBambi on ao3 (one of my favorite jily fics)

and that’s it

[mariabtsos]

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Index

Next ->

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

Warnings: mention of s*ic*de attempt, major character death, major maritime disaster, graphic description of hypothermia and frostbite, drowning scare. Mentions of DV.

I was watching the 1997 film and realized how much of a simp Jack was for Rose and I feel like a Jungkook AU of this would be great because that man is a walking parasocial simp lol

I have been doing lots of research and investigation for this AU so as to not disrespect the victims of the tragedy, if you notice an inconsistence or something I missed please don't hesitate to let me know and be kind.

Chapter 1 — Chapter 2

[80s4life]

Pawns”

Word Count: 4,522

Status: Requested!

Ask: Pleeeeeaase write more of Cal from titanic. Literally any prompt I’m so hungry😭

Ask #2: Pleasee could we have more cal hockley content, specifically more chapters for "the things I've never done" and even more short stories if you have the time, I love your work 💕 [THANK YOU SM! I WAS STARTING TO GET SELF CONSCIOUS OF MY WORK AGAIN]

Ask #3 will have an attachment to a separate Cal fic as well, so no request will be shown here until that one.

@: Three cutie pie nonnies!

Relationship: Caledon “Cal” Hockley x Female!Reader

Fandom: Titanic 1997

Summary: Thrusted into the roaring 20′s, all you wanted to be was free and outgoing as all the booming women in city. However, your father’s deal with the devil seals your fate in the hands of your advisor and boss, Caledon Hockley; a man who is haunted by memories, stubborn in his ways, and opposed to the newfound strength in the young women of America. You’re a slave at his will in his eyes, yet you’re just as free as the new reformed women in your own. You’re stuck at a standstill in this endless game of chess, but who’s the pawn?

Warnings: forbidden, early 1900′s morals and customs, Reader is a maid, Cal is the head of the house, Post-Titanic sinking, mature language, kinda spicy, PTSD, domestic violence (included in a PTSD episode ONLY), Kind of a Beauty and The Beast AU for inspiration

{gif is not mine, credit goes to @locke-writes​}

It was all an act of practicality from the start: your father owed his father money and he had a set of nimble hands to rid himself of. 

Nathan Hockley was a millionaire who dealt in the steel tycoon business in Pittsburgh. Your father had a habit of gambling with the wrong people, which had allegedly caused your father to have an uncomfortable run-in with the powerful man. Unable and too stubborn to do so, your father handed you off as a way of reparation for the damage the bastard had caused.

Nathan’s son, Caledon Hockley, was the exact replica of his father. He was cunning, stubborn, powerful and wealthy; a disrupting mixture of facets that could either lift or crush you with a simple snap of a finger. He was dangerous, among many of his other qualities, which made your business in the Hockley’s presence just that much harder.

With the pandemonium that followed the sinking of the Titanic in 1914, the physical and mental effects had taken ahold of Nathan’s deeply treasured and only son, practically keeping him on house arrest until he was “better”. However, to both Nathan and Caledon’s dismay, 6 years had done nothing for his declining health, the reasoning behind why Nathan had administered you into Caledon’s household in the first place.

All of these events have led you up to this point, your suitcase rolling behind you as one of the many maids in the manor lead you up to your room to unpack. You haven’t seen this young and precarious man yet, but something is telling you that you most likely don’t want to. You are soon to be given your list of instructions to follow immediately and precisely; left to your own devices to either stay afloat or drown in the fury of the Hockley men.

Maria, a young maid in her 20′s, around your age, approaches you with a pure and youthful grin, a light blush to her cheeks. Her hair is cut into a cropped bob of black hair with short but soft curls, her lean frame with modest green eyes making her endearing - intoxicating. “You must be Miss Y/L/N?” her cutesy, high pitched voice only adding to her allure and picturesque innocence.

“Yes, that’s me,” you mutter, displaying your hands as if to show yourself off in sarcasm.

“No need to be so glum!” she giggles, bowing her head to catch your eyes and raise your line of sight. “I’m Maria Espinosa, but I’d assume the least you’d want right now is formalities.”

You snort, but let her continue nonetheless.

“I’ve your instructions - written myself, of course!” she smiles brightly; any harder and she might break her face. “As you know, with your appointment into this manor, the rest of the faculty will be let off, per Nathan Hockley’s request. But, don’t fret, the list is simple, short and can last all day without having to pay too much mind. Every Tuesday and Thursday, there will be a grocer that will restock the cabinets, refrigerator, etc. and help you with the cleaning. You are not to touch the east wing and only reside within the west - this will help eliminate the messes to clean and prevent extra exertion-”

“Sorry, if I may be crude, why are we not to go in the east wing?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“It was...” Maria drifts off, choosing her words lightly, “After the accident in 1914, the east was torn by his own hands. It was once used for balls and such, but after the Titanic,” she whispers the name as if someone might hear her, “Caledon was bedridden and sick, upset, angry, any emotion in the book. He used that wing as a way to let those emotions out.”

You stay silent as you stare at her with morbid curiosity and fear, nodding once before returning your attention to the list. The rest seems easy, not like the job was ever hard to begin with, just an annoyance for better words. 

Maria clears her throat, “Anyway, you must make at least two meals a day, mainly breakfast and dinner, both at 8 am and 8 pm. Caledon might decide not to have lunch some days, but if he does, make sure it is brought to him by 12 pm. He doesn’t like tardiness, so as long as you follow the rules as tightly as you can, you won’t be a target. Any questions?”

“No, no. I’d presume you’d want to be heading out?” you smirk at her mischievously and instantly watch as her taut muscles relax.

“Very much so, yes! It’s been forever since I’ve had a moment of freedom.”

“Well, don’t let me keep you, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you shoo her off playfully. This is your family’s mess to clean, the least you can do is let her be free of the shackles that are now passed down and chained to your ankles. 

Maria is halfway through the door when she turns to you from the foyer, “I’ll do a monthly checkup to make sure everything is in line, and for a little company in your lonesome, okay?”

You smile gratefully, hands coming up to play with your nails, “Thank you, you’re very kind. Though, I don’t want to be a burden.”

“A burden? You just gave me my freedom!” she exclaims, laughing as she waves a hand. “I’ll be back by the end of the month! Settle in and enjoy the quiet!”

The moment the door slams shut, your shoulders droop heavily. Your eyes scan the spacious mansion with frightening curiosity. You’ve never even remotely been near land such as this, and now that you’re inside, it feels almost too much. You let your hands glide the carved wooden banister as you walk up the huge steps to the second floor, taking a left down a hall.

Your legs carry you down the long corridor, and, as you place your key into the fob, your eyes lay onto the door across from yours: ‘Lord Hockley’ carved neatly on the door. There’s a rustling behind it and footsteps that approach the other side of the door, eliciting you to push the key one click further and dive through the door as quickly and quietly as possible.

You flop onto the bed with a huff, trying to calm the beating of your heart just enough to allow you to unpack and prepare dinner within the course of 3 hours. When your room is finished, you nod in satisfaction, taking a bath in the connected bathroom and changing into a thin, sheer dress before exiting your room and back down the steps to the kitchen.

Finally do you take the time to read the list on your own. It includes very detailed and descriptive instructions, easy nonetheless, of medication usages and what to do with each, meal plans, recipes, a map of which rooms to clean and how to clean each one, and Caledon’s nightly and morning rituals to follow precisely.

Shrugging your shoulders, you roll your neck to release the tension before opening the cookbook up to the recipe designed for today’s date. “Pork roast,” you state alloud, cringing at the echo of your voice being followed by more movement in Hockely’s room.

Your mind roams as your eyes get lost at the sight of the luscious woods out the window, hands deftly whisking away at the pork roast’s grease with the intent of making a nice gravy to coat the dry, but tender pork roast. Shaking your head, you peer down and try to busy yourself with the already settling boredom you’re consumed by. 

You can hear the halls creak, the water drip from the faucet, birds chirping outside, the soft sway of the wind, random clicks, ticks, and other noises. You’re destined to go insane.

You jump unexpectedly with the sound of a crash from upstairs. The noise comes from the general direction of Caledon’s room and you all but groan at what the sound indicates -  what your being here demands. 

Putting the roast of low, you close the lid with a soft click before ascending up the stairs to Caledon’s room. You stand outside the door, hand on your heart, as you try to calm your rapid heartbeat and breathing. This was to come about sooner rather than later, so you should be glad it’s happening now. However, the banging continues within the room and you know that even if you had met him in a few months, the hell that follows him would never be escaped for as long as your father’s debt remains.

Knocking on the hard wooden door, you speak softly, “Lord Hockley? Is everything alright?”

You’re not given an answer, only the sound of something heavy being thrown and falling to the floor.

“Lord Hockey?” you call out again, louder this time. Unsurprised, you are followed by no answer once more. Annoyance creeps into your words a third and final time, “Lord Hockley, I will come in there myself if you do not open this door. Now,” you demand.

Shrugging when no voice calls to you form the other side of the door, your hand twists the doorknob and pushes the door open. You legs carry you only so far before they stutter to a stop just past the door frame. 

Just before you, there is a disheveled, sweaty Caledon Hockley, fit from youth and some maturity in his thirties, shirtless. His eyes look crazed, like a madman, as his hands grip a chair at his desk with white knuckles. Around the room, there’s shelves torn down, broken, books in a disarray on the floor. His bedsheets are thrown about with the other chair from his desk propped against the wall in his fury.

You stare wide-eyed, but somehow, not alarmed in the slightest. You were accustomed to this sort of outburst, especially within the hard working men. You saw it in your father - even in your younger brother. “Lord Hockley,” your voice is softer again, all annoyance and anger lost at the door. 

His eyes snap up to you, as if he had just noticed your arrival or presence. “What are you doing in here? You are not to barge in a man’s room, that is uncouth for a woman of your age and status. What is wrong with you?”

“Lord Hockley-” you try to start your confession.

“A woman is not to speak up to a man; are you ferel? Are you-?”

You don’t allow him to finish his slandering, “-I am mentally efficient, Lord Hockley, and very aware of my positioning here. However, I did knock, three times to be exact, with no answer. There had been a ruckus in here for about-” you peer up at the clock above his desk, “-an hour and a half now. I came to be of assistance, but if my help is unwanted, I’d happily leave you to your self-pity on your own?”

He has no other emotion present except bewilderment plastered to his face; eyes wide, mouth agape, and at a struggle for words. His fists clench and unclench as his eyes pan down to stare at the floor, appearing deep in thought.

“Lord Hockley, if I may be so bold?” you ask, scanning his body language and searching to find the meaning of this man’s crazed outburst.

“Go ahead,” he mutters, a hand going up to rub some hair from his eyes, still staring at the floor. 

“You may confide in me if that means helping your mental health?” you offer. You know this could go one of two ways: either one, he’ll turn you away, suffer alone, and claim that men have no such weaknesses, or two, he’ll let his guard drop and release him from these dark episodes he’s no stranger to. The latter seems rather unlikely.

“I am not mental.”

“I did not say that. I was simply insisting that everyone has a dark place their mind goes to, which is a detriment to a person’s mental health. Let alone someone who is expected to heal quickly and pick up the family business, am I correct?”

Just as you thought you were getting somewhere, Cal’s eyes snap back up to yours with anger, the malicious anger tearing at his body again, “You know nothing of my family’s business and nothing of me. You have no audacity as to even assume or place yourself in my shoes. I should have you thrown out or hanged for your mouth alone. Get out!”

“Just trying to be of service, sir, since I’m at your will!” you smile sickeningly, bowing to him and sliding through the door just as a book is picked up and thrown.

You let out a deep breath of air on the other side of his door, now in the safety of the hallway. Your throat tightens with a soft sob, tears welling in your eyes. You truly feel as a prisoner on death row, hands and ankles encased in heavy metal cuffs; struggling to walk under the watchful gazes and heavy chains slowing you down, keeping you locked in this manor. 

You weren’t the perpetrator, you know this, but you were framed to support the guilty with your own naivety and love.

You drag yourself back down to the kitchen to finish the man’s meal with dejection, but still devoted for the greater future - when you no longer have to be a maid in this manor and be free, lost in the world again.

“Lord Hockley?” you call once more at his door, only this time, you’re holding his tray of dinner. “I have your meal, are you decent?”

You hear a muffled ‘Yes’ and proceed through the door cautiously.

It seems he’s settled now, sitting at his desk with notes and papers scattering the floor and desk. He hadn’t cleaned the room, which you suspected you’d have to clean in the near future. However, you notice the bed is drenched in liquid, and when you look back at him, you notice sweat beading at his forehead, a thin sheen of sweat glistening against his skin.

“Lord Hockley?” you call again, stepping closer towards him. He chooses not t answer you, so you press further. “You’re sweating.”

“I’m very well aware of what my body is doing.”

“Are you feeling ill? I can help you if-” you are cut off by his fist meeting the solid oak of the desk.

“I do not need any assistance from the likes of you, nor do I want it,” his voice is stern, scary.

You try not to lose your temper so easily this time, so you give him a kind, tight-lipped smile. “Of course, my lord, you are a man after all. A man is able to take care of himself just fine, though he installs many maids within his manor. Maids like me,” you giggle dryly, “What shall I do instead, since you are able to clean, cook, and much more without the help of the ‘likes of me’?”

Caledon only groans, “Just leave the food here, you are dismissed. I’ll leave my tray for you to clean in the morning.”

“Oh, how kind,” you roll your eyes, scurrying to the door.

“Oh, and Miss, maybe you could find a better countenance and leave your convictions in your pillow when you arise. Wouldn’t want to explain to my father - and yours - as to why you were no longer needed and let go.”

You can hear the sinister smirk in his voice, but you choose to ignore it - for now -  and head to bed briskly.

The next two weeks follow you in a similar form. You do as your told, albeit begrudgingly, and get into many of your childish arguments. Your interactions with the man are nasty and violent at times, always finding yourself dodging an object, taking threats, and coming in the next morning asking for more. 

More, more, more; you ask for more because there is nothing else to be given. You have to take everything as a grain of salt. You have to because this means your father’s life and yours. If you manage to screw up, and you will, they will not only have your father’s head, but yours for Caledon’s punctured ego.

Though, somewhere within those weeks, you started to care less and less.

“Lord Hockley?” you knock at his door, tray of food in hand. He once more gives you no answer, so you push in.

Greeted by no light in the room, you walk around in the darkness, knowing this room like the back of your palm now. Placing the tray of food on the oak countertop and go to strike a match, lighting the candle on the desk. Going around the room, you light each and every one of them until the room is dimly lit enough to see.

On the bed, you find Caledon, sweat having gotten worse as you’ve noticed he never leaves his room. When you step closer, he is shivering, teeth chattering. Worried, you go to place the back of your hand to his forehead, but quickly draw your hand back when he jerks upright.

“Lord Hockley!” you jump, the ghost of his skin still lingering on the pads of your fingers. “You’re burning up, I need to help assist you now. You’re very ill and the sickness has gone on long enough-”

“No!” his voice rips through you quiet pleas, rattling off the walls.

“But, Lord Hockley-”

“I said ‘No’! I do not want assistance, I am a grown man!”

“’You can take care of yourself’, yeah, yeah, bullshit!” you scream, the frustration, fear, and hurt finally meeting your words as you are blinded by your emotions.

“What did you say?” Caledon looks at you in disbelief.

You cringe as you can guess what is about to take place in mere minutes, but you don’t hold back anymore. “Is your bigotry deafening your hearing or did you hear me call bullshit?”

Shakily, Caledon gets off his bed, his frame towering yours as he glares down at you with pale skin and dark, chocolate brown eyes.

“Your father wouldn’t want you to be sick, knowing that you would have to run his business soon.”

“My father-” Caledon cuts himself off, a hand going to wipe his face. “This has nothing to do with the business.”

“No? Well then, why else would I have to pamper you like a king? Is it because you’re defective?”

Caledon’s pacing now, trying to calm his increasing ragged breathing.

“Or is it because your useless to him? Mentally unstable?” you continue, trying to get a rise out of him.

“You know nothing of his business nor my personal life!” Caledon snaps back to you, anger finally bursting.

As his anger ensues, he takes steps close to you each time, piercing his thick index finger into you chest for emphasis. “You are nothing, you are worthless. I am a wealthy businessman. I am a strong, independent man with power. People would miss me if I were gone!”

“If you’re such a big man, you wouldn’t lock yourself away in your room like a toddler.”

That’s what finally did him in. You pressed a personal button when your short quips finally hit a nerve, testing his masculinity. Before you have time to react, a glass vase is hurled at you. It was a short throw, and was nowhere near your face, however it caught you by surprise and smashed against your hip.

You ignore the pain, though all you wanted to do was bury yourself in a hole. You came here to help him, but all you are returning is anger and hurt that is most definitely placed at you. 

“You’re sick and it is my job to take care of you, so your father won’t have my ass because his baby boy isn’t okay. It’s my job to make sure you are very well satisfied. It is my job that you get your linens washed, food prepared, room cleaned, and make it my duty that your estate is fully functioning all on my own!” you jab a finger in his direction, placing more distance between your bodies until your back hits his door, his body on the other side of the room behind his desk.

He goes to say more, but you cut him off with more furious blows.

“Though, what isn’t my job is to allow you to threaten me. It isn’t my job to be belittled and yelled at by you. It isn’t my job to allow you to throw objects and whatever anger you have and hurl them at me! That is not my job, nor what I will allow any longer!”

“I never asked you to be here. I didn’t want you here. You forced yourself into my estate to protect your father. You knew what you were getting into just by the public papers alone. You knew what was to be expected and yet you came here anyway. You made a prisoner and a victim of yourself.” Caledon’s gaze does not falter and neither does yours.

“You’re correct, Lord Hockley, I may have known what I was getting myself into. What I didn’t know nor expect was the childish frustration and blatant disregard for human decency. I’ve tried over and over again to be kind, but against your better judgement, you couldn’t allow me to be the person to hold such compassion.” 

Your eyes are welling up with tears now as you feel a warm liquid flow down your palm and to the tips of your fingers.

“You do not understand what is bothering me and you never will,” Caledon finally starts to calm himself, the self-pity returning as he recounts lost memories you cannot decipher.

“No, but I have made it abundantly clear that I was here to help assist you. However, you saw it as being weak, so it wasn’t in your cards to even allow me the common courtesy of being a human being. You felt as if I was lying to you.”

“God, you are so annoying,” Caledon groans.

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“You know, when you’re silent, I almost like you -  wait, are you injured?”

“No!” you yell almost instantaneously. 

“Did I do that? Its dripping on the floor, what happened?”

“The glass,” you almost stutter, the atmosphere changing quickly. “The glass shatter and cut some of my hand, I’m fine.”

“You’re hurt.”

“And, you’re ill.”

Caledon sighs, his shoulders slumping. Motioning for you to exit the room, Caledon says nothing as you make a silent pact to clean up. 

You are suffering whiplash from the sudden change of emotion and it leaves you on edge, but with the cooling of his mood, it allows the adrenaline and some stiffness to leave you. Confusion overtakes your mind.

Guided into the kitchen, you start to take out numerous medications, searching for something to accommodate his symptoms. Caledon walks up to you quietly, almost afraid to get too close.

You do not say or look at each other, finally finding the right medicine and sliding it to him on the counter before sitting down on one of the bar stools. He sits beside you carefully, taking the medicine. 

Taking some gauze and wiping away the cuts with an alcohol wipe, you struggle to wrap your hand. That is, until a warmer, larger one goes to encompass it gently, waiting for an action of opposition to its intentions.

Caledon gaze burns the side of your head before you finally acknowledge him with fear. Softly, he starts, “…Just allow me to help?”

You nod softly as the tears form in your eyes again. Some time passes before you finally work up the nerve to ask, “Why do you do this?” 

Caledon looks up from you hand with confusion, which urges you on to elaborate, “Why does your mood change so swiftly, so suddenly?”

Sighing, Caledon gives you a firm look, as if he’s deciding whether to trust you or not -  to tell you. “The Titanic,” he starts, “When I survived, I lost almost all of who I was. When I returned home to my father, I was constantly burdened with memories. They would consume me, control me, until I felt like a madman. The only solution was anger. When the anger takes control, there is no longer that burning sadness, guilt, and regret; no hoping I’d done something differently. I couldn’t allow myself to do that because I was no longer that man anymore.”

“It’s scary,” you croak, peering into his eyes.

“It is, but what’s worse is the life I’ve lived after the episodes. My father found me defective, worthless. I will never be able to fully recover, which is bad for business. He locked me away in this estate to stay hidden from prying eyes, bedridden to remain unseen even in this secluded property. I insist on doing the simplest actions myself because it makes me feel as if I’m showing my father I am still capable, just changed.”

You nod slowly as you take in this new information, grateful. The man has finally opened up to you, he’s no longer a stranger in his own home as it seems.

Calmly, Caledon pats your hand, signalling that the wrapping is done. A hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair from your face, resting it on your cheek just afterwards. “I know I’ve hurt you, but please, try to understand me, I’m not asking for your forgiveness... I just wanted you to understand-”

“You don’t need to ask that, I already forgave you a long time ago,” you smile softly, placing one of your hands on his opposing cheek. “We will learn to adapt, just as you have many times before. We are no longer strangers, yeah?”

“Yes,” Caledon smiles with glossy eyes.

“We will work on this together. You are not alone anymore.”

Caledon looks at you with uncertainty.

“I am here, always. Understood?”

“Understood.”

Kissing his forehead softly, you other hand goes to be placed on his shoulder, “Repeat it.”

“I am not alone,” a tear slides down his cheek.

“Not as long as I’m alive,” you smirk, placing a kiss to each of his eyelids.

“Never again,” the both of you say together, lips finally meeting as if to seal the promise the both of you now shared deep in your hearts. 

“Never alone.”

[wickedlittlet0wn]

possible hot take - i don’t understand why titanic au’s aren’t more popular. they have the potential to be soooo juicy and good especially if they follow the plot of the 1997 movie. the forbidden love. the impending doom that they’re unaware of but the audience knows is coming. the DRAMAAA. the sadness and peril at the end. the trust. the romance, before the iceberg.

shin soukoku authors get on this im begging you from the bottom of my heart!!

[clambuoyance]

Hey have you got any comic and/or fanfic recommendations that have Tim and Kon in it, and/or the young justice crew?

Well for the canon comics, if you want to read their main interactions then here's a short reading list:

World's Finest Three (1996) - when tim and kon first met :)

Superboy and the Ravers # 7 (1997)- when kon and bart first met

Robin Plus Impulse (1997) - when tim and bart first met

JLA: World without Grownups and Young Justice (1998) - the three of them team up again, and then go on to become young justice. very funny interactions <3

Impulse #56, Superboy#65,83 - they show up in each other's solos occasionally but idk all of their appearances. these are just some that were on the top of my head

Titans/Young Justice: Graduation Day - the team breaks up :[ there's an interesting panel of tim and kon in there lol

Teen Titans (2003) - Of the og team, only tim, kon, bart, and cassie form the new generation of teen titans. They took superboy's swag and yet that boy was still fruity as hell

Adventure Comics (2009) #3 - one of my, if not the favorite moment between tim and conner...<3 (i draw this moment a lot loool)

Red Robin (2009) #9 - the hug <3

Last two were specifically if you want tim and kon stuff, but id read the whole thing too cuz they're fun. There's a some more issues i could list but this should get Most of it. Also if i wrote something down wrong tell me bc i did this off the top of my head >_>

Okay now for fanfics? Let's seeeeee i have some timkon ones i like

fill in the blanks - i literally loveeeeee this one sm it made me giggle and kick my feet up in the air T-T

Gotta Give it Up for Shakesy-P - this one is probably also in my faves it made me laugh so hard. highschool au where tim and conner kind of compete for the role of romeo and it's hilarious to watch them try to woo each other

Gonna Be A Better One (A Thousand Miles to Your Door) - i kind of dont remember what happened in this one but i think it was good?

The Mystery of the Superboy Shirts - this one's really cute n funny lol

Cover Story - fake dating and bodyguard au >:]

Trust Me to Have a Pencil on Hand - short but cute lol and i love the Twist

results may vary - cute bakery au :D

Campaign: Young Justice! - the gang plays dnd. also cissiecassie<3

There are some more but i cant remember the name of em </3 I remember reading one set in the DCAMU universe with ROTS!kon meeting red robin and tries to go on a date with him but i forgot what it was called D:

My list is very sparse feel free to drop recs <3

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

I’ll Follow Your Lead - One Question

~Also on my Ao3 and Wattpad~

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6

Angeline was confused. Dorothea did not have a performance tonight so she was supposed to be home about an hour ago, yet here the young redhead was: sitting in Dorothea’s bed by herself.

    “Where could she have gone?” Angeline wondered out loud as she got off of the bed. Her footsteps were muted against the plush carpet as she went to the window. It looked out toward the front of the building and she spent a lot of her free time staring out of it and watching the city. However, she gasped in delight when she looked out and down toward the front door. Dorothea stood on the front steps with her back to the building and a blond boy stood in front of her, leaning against the handrails. They were talking, though Angeline could not tell what about, and occasionally both would laugh at something one said. Angeline was beside herself with excitement. This boy must be Jack. The one Dorothea has been talking about every night for almost two weeks. The young girl continued to watch until Jack glanced up at the window and noticed her there. Angeline quickly backed away from the window before Dorothea noticed her and got mad.

      “Someone was just spying on us,” Jack laughed. He pointed to one of the windows on the third floor and Dorothea followed his gesture to see he was pointing at her window. She sighed and shook her head.

    “That must have been Angeline. She’s very nosey and is not going to let me walk in there without a barrage of questions now that she’s seen you,” She tucked a fallen piece of hair behind her ear as she looked away from the window and back to Jack.

    “Is she a friend of yours?”

    “Yes, she’s my roommate. She’s freshly thirteen and is…a handful sometimes.”

    Jack hummed in acknowledgment, “Well I shouldn’t keep you any longer. It’s getting colder and I’m sure the longer I keep you out here the more questions she’ll ask,” Jack said. In truth, he would have loved to keep her out all night. He really enjoyed getting to talk to her and having her full attention, unlike at the café where she has to keep up with other customers. Unfortunately, it was really getting cold and he could tell that Dorothea was too kind to tell him to go away so that she could go inside.

    “You’re right, it is getting cold. I hope you have somewhere warm to go back to?” Dorothea said it more like a question. She wanted to make sure he was taken care of before she left him to go on his way. Jack nodded.

    “Yeah, I got my own arrangements,” He turned to walk back down the road but glanced over his shoulder at Dorothea. “You should get inside. You’ll catch your death out here.”

    Dorothea scoffed but reached back for the doorknob, “Well, if I were to get sick it would be because of our extra slow walk back, not from me watching you leave.”

    Jack laughed as he continued on his way, sending a final wave goodbye in Dorothea’s direction.

      “Was that Jack? Can I meet him? Is he nice? Well, of course, he’s nice. He walked you home. Are you two together now? Are you gonna get married? Will he-“

    “Angeline!” Dorothea shouted then let out a deep breath, “One question. You get one question.” Dorothea closed the room door behind her and began stripping her outerwear. Angeline paused and thought for a moment. If she only got one question, she had to make it count. She watched Dorothea undo her hair ribbon and let her long, black, curly hair fall down the length of her back. The older girl let out a sigh as she massaged her scalp and looked around her room, searching for her hairbrush. She thought Dorothea was nice but never had she seen her smile as she did at that boy. Dorothea was always slightly closed off. She never let herself fully relax. She was always tense and tired but the Dorothea that Angeline saw with Jack was as relaxed as she could be.

    “Do you like him?” That was her one question.

    Dorothea paused. She felt her cheeks heat up and she glanced at Angeline from the corner of her eye before clearing her throat.

    “No!” That was not convincing. “He’s just a good friend, that’s all.”

    “Right. Whatever you say,” Angeline said in a sing-song voice. Dorothea glared at her before finding her hairbrush and brushing her tangled hair. Angeline continued to watch her with a small smile forming on her face. “I think he likes you,” she said. Dorothea paused and looked at the younger girl.

    “Really?”

    “Ah-ha! You do like him!” Angeline exclaimed as she rushed over and poked at Dorothea’s reddening cheeks.

    “Oh, you little goblin!” Dorothea swatted Angeline’s hands away but she could not hide her growing smile. Both girls began giggling as Angeline taunted the older girl.

    “Dorothea’s got a crush!” The girl repeated over and over as she danced around the room. Dorothea sighed with a bashful smile. She hadn’t really felt this way about a boy before. It was very new to her.

    “All right, that’s enough now. You’re going to disturb the other women in the building, Angeline!” Dorothea waved her hands at the young girl to get her to stop twirling and singing. Angeline stopped her antics and giggled before flopping back onto Dorothea’s bed. The elder girl sat beside her and laid down as well. A moment of silence passed.

    “He’s very handsome,” Angeline said. She turned her head to look at Dorothea who gave her a side glance before looking back up at the ceiling. For a moment Angeline didn’t think she would respond. Dorothea seemed to have been lost in her own little world. However, just as Angeline sat up to get herself ready for bed Dorothea spoke no louder than a whisper.

    “He’s even more handsome up close.”

[violet-phoenix-nebula]

Destiel Titanic AU

I'm creating a special tag for all the posts related to this fic. As of right now, I finished my notetaking rewatch of the Titanic (1997) movie. Time to start laying out the major plot points!

[eccentricgamercl]

So Near and yet So Far

Alright, to preface this angsty thing: 

From a young age, I’ve been fascinated by the story of the RMS Titanic—not just the 1997 movie,  but the actual ship as well.

For the final day of @sabezraweek, I decided to make this AU of Ezra and Sabine as if they had just been through the ship’s sinking. This one-shot takes place the morning after, as the lifeboat approaches the rescue ship, RMS Carpathia. Both Ezra and Sabine have spent a considerable amount of time in the freezing cold water (not unlike Jack and Rose in the movie), and while both of them have been picked up by one of the lifeboats, Sabine is suffering from severe hypothermia and needs immediate medical attention…

~~~~~~

“Just stay awake for a little longer, Sabine,” Ezra reassured her, “We’re almost at the rescue ship.”

“I’m fine, Ezra, really,” Sabine responded weakly. “I feel so hot—you need these blankets more than I do.”

Ezra grimaced. Her hypothermia was getting worse. He shivered as he felt another gust of freezing sea air buffet the lifeboat and its occupants. Desperate to keep Sabine warm for just a little longer, he clutched her even tighter.

Slowly, agonizingly, the lifeboat rowed its way towards Carpathia’s open gangway door. For Ezra, it was more torturous than their struggle to stay alive in the freezing Atlantic just hours earlier.

Rescue for them—for Sabine—was so near, and yet at the same time so far away.

But at long last, the lifeboat made its way alongside Carpathia’s hull. A rope ladder descended from the gangway door above them, as did a makeshift sling from one of the ship’s onboard cargo cranes, ready to receive the surviving passengers.

It was finally over.

Gingerly, Ezra and some of the lifeboat’s other occupants lifted Sabine into the sling, ensuring she was secured to it before she could be raised to the safety of Carpathia’s deck.

“You’re going to be okay now, Sabine,” Ezra reassured her. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.”

Sabine said nothing, but gave him a faint smile at his words. He leaned over and planted a kiss onto her lips—one that she barely mustered enough strength to return. With that, she began to ascend towards the deck. 

Ezra couldn’t keep his eyes off of Sabine as she was lifted higher and closer towards Carpathia’s deck. When she was high enough, the crane began to swing around so she could gently be lowered onto the deck…

And then one of the sling’s straps came loose.

Ezra’s heart stopped. In the span of just a few seconds, only a few feet shy from the deck—from salvation—the sling holding Sabine gave way, sending her plummeting back down to the ocean below.

Adrenaline took over. The instant that Sabine’s body hit the water, Ezra had already dove in after her. Once again, the ocean’s icy grip enveloped him, but this time, he couldn’t feel it. Only one thing was on his mind.

Sabine.

Ezra swam over to her, scooping her up in his arms. “Sabine!” he screamed, trying to rouse her.

She didn’t answer. She wasn’t conscious.

Acting fast, Ezra dragged her back to the lifeboat, where Officer Lowe and others were waiting to pull them out of the water, just as they had the previous night. Once they were back in the boat, Lowe and other crewmen began to strap Sabine into a second, much more secure sling.

Ezra didn’t wait this time. As soon as Sabine was lifted off the lifeboat for the second time, Ezra scrambled up the rope ladder, boarding Carpathia under his own power. His heart still racing, he ran for the first stairway he could find and rapidly ascended towards the upper decks.

He emerged onto Carpathia’s forecastle, brushing his way past other Titanic survivors and Carpathia’s own passengers and crew as he tried to find where Sabine had been deposited. For Ezra, every minute that he spent apart from her felt like several hours.

Ezra finally spotted Sabine’s limp body lying on the deck and rushed over to her, but stopped dead in his tracks when he realized that the ship’s surgeon had reached her first, fingers on her throat as he checked for a pulse.

“How is she?” Ezra asked, his voice quivering.

A moment passed before the surgeon pulled his arm away from Sabine, glanced up at Ezra, and shook his head sadly.

The realization hit Ezra like a ton of bricks. His knees buckled as he collapsed to the deck, and he felt his entire world shatter around him as he did.

Sabine was dead.