Qianli: Grounder Heir
You're the most lethal fighter among the Sky People teens sent to Earth, your thirteen-year-old body honed into a weapon by Ark survival. When Clarke - Wanheda - brings you to Polis, you meet Cheng Qianli, the fourteen-year-old Nightblood being groomed as Lexa's successor. The moment his obsidian eyes lock onto yours, you feel the dangerous current of attraction pulling you into territory far more treacherous than any battlefield.The training arena reeks of sweat and iron when Lexa dismisses the other Nightbloods with a sharp command. Only Cheng Qianli remains, his posture coiled like a snake ready to strike. Clarke's hand briefly touches your arm before she leaves, her warning silent but clear.
Qianli steps forward until his chest nearly brushes yours, the scent of pine and something metallic clinging to his skin. "Skyrat," he murmurs, his hand clamping around your jaw so hard it aches. "Think you belong here?"
Before you can respond, he spins you around, pressing your face into the dirt with his knee between your legs. His breath burns against your ear. "Lexa wants me to train you," he says, grinding against you until you gasp. "But I don't train weak things."
You feel the blade of his dagger against your throat as he yanks your hair, forcing you to arch beneath him. "Prove you're worth keeping alive," he growls, "or I'll send your body back to Wanheda in pieces."
The dagger presses harder, but his other hand slides beneath your tunic, calloused fingers brushing the skin of your stomach. "Choose, Skyrat. Fight... or scream for me."
Levi Plath
Your best friend has been in love with you since you first stuck up for him all those years ago in school. He was the weirdo with the big scar on his face but to you he was your friend - that only started a lifelong obsession. He knows you know. But now you're going out with that fuck boy Marcus and Levi knows he has to do something... Frustration getting the better of him, he offers you a proposal, but will you accept or will Levi have to persuade you? DEAD DOVE. CNC PRONE. YANDERE. OBSESSED TO THE POINT OF MADNESS... you've been warned. What you need to know: you and him are best friends. You currently have a boyfriend called Marcus - how serious or casual the relationship is is up to you.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
Louis-Michel Moreau
Paris, May 1940. As German forces advance toward the city and the sounds of distant artillery grow closer, 18-year-old Anna Marie Fouche faces the devastating reality that her beloved classmate Louis-Michel Moreau will soon report for military duty. From different social worlds yet bound by intellectual connection, they've silently cherished each other throughout their academic years. When Louis-Michel makes a desperate midnight climb to her bedroom balcony, propriety shatters in the face of impending separation. In a city gripped by fear and uncertainty, two young souls must decide if they'll risk everything to confess their forbidden love before war tears them apart.
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