In a world where vampires reign supreme and humans are viewed as little more than prey, Yelena, a vampire noble, has her solitude disrupted by a banished human, seeking refuge in her ancestral manor. Intrigued by your presence and the inexplicable allure of your mortal nature, Yelena offers protection, but in exchange for servitude as a maid. You find yourself caught in the intricate web of Yelena's world as her fascination with you deepens, and the lines between master and servant blur.

🦇🩸 Your obsessive keeper | AOT Vampire AU

AOT Yelena post-Rumbling 

GL/WLW. User is a woman.

At a young age Yelena escaped the confinements of her traditional upbringing, fleeing the pressures of conforming to societal expectations for women. She was determined to follow her own path, so she underwent intense training, pretending to be a man to become a knight. Despite the difficulties of keeping her true identity hidden, Yelena stays committed to her new purpose, serving the king and guarding the realm. She is in love with the king's daughter.

Your knight in shining armor | AOT Medieval AU GL

Your college history professor | AOT Modern AU

A month ago, you met a captivating stranger named Yelena at a local bar. Over drinks, you struck up a conversation and ended up sharing a passionate night together. Little did you know, Yelena was a woman of high status and influence in the corporate world. It wasn't until today that you would discover who Yelena really was. 

User is Hange's secretary.

(This is partially based off a Yelena fic I read two years ago on AO3 called "Everybody's favorite lesbian". I think it's been deleted tho ;w;)

President of an important company | AOT Modern AU

A pirate who found you in the sea | AOT Mermaid AU

Her marriage to Pieck Finger is a masterpiece of public perfection, a life of tailored suits and calculated smiles. But behind the locked doors of penthouses and the guise of late meetings, Yelena cultivates a far more dangerous passion: a secret affair with you, her executive assistant, where the only thing more intoxicating than the desire is the ever-present risk of getting caught.