#havent even MET Seven yet

[ireallyamabear]

i've been watching soooo much star trek but bc of the rotating watch order i'm only just at the point where Sisko grows the beard. that also means soooo much star trek yet to go

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Holidays Shana! Steve and Eddie from Stranger Things? If you havent seen it then dealers choice! <3

Sally blinks at her ceiling, sleep still clinging to her as she struggles to understand why she's awake despite working a double shift.

Then she's rolling to her feet with a sigh, wondering what Percy's knocked over or gotten into now, so late that it's almost morning. Seven seems even worse than when he was two - at least as a toddler, his fine motor control hadn't entirely kicked in yet. Which hadn't prevented him from killing that snake, but surely eight will be easier than seven. That's what she keeps telling herself.

When she nudges Percy's door open, a gentle reprimand on her lips for whatever he'd done that had woken her up, her breath gets caught in her throat.

Poseidon is here.

He's standing over Percy's bed, looking down, and her heart clenches. He'd said that he could never see their son.

It's been close to eight years since she's seen him last and she drinks him in, dark hair and tan skin and the raggedy mortal clothes he prefers, something that makes her laugh every time she thinks of it.

He hasn't aged.

Why would he? Still, she feels her own age in these moments, wondering if he really looked so young when she met him on the beach. She was so young herself, really, would she have really noticed?

"Poseidon," she says softly.

He turns, and she wouldn't have noticed how young he looked back then, she knows. Not when his eyes look so old.

Then she sees the empty bed.

She freezes, looking around the room, for her son hiding in the corners or peeking out from the closet. "Percy? Where's Percy?"

Poseidon's face crumples and no - no this cannot be happening, what could have possibly happened in her own home as she slept, she's been so careful - she's done everything right, it can't be, nothing can have happened to her son -

"Oh, Mom," he says, "I'm so sorry."

[coryndoll]

not so bad

college!rafe cameron x reader au

— in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.

warning(s): cuteness, lore, kisses

authors note: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE but eeee we get a clear hint that y/n lived in figure 8 back home with rafe !! also in this au, rafe and y/n are aged down to 18-19 while everyone back home in obx are still 16

++ also sorry !! if u havent been added to the tag list yet ( even though uve asked ) its mostly been because i cant tag u. idk why tumblr isnt letting me but ill try to tag in comments for anyone who cant be tagged in my posts !!

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rafe had agreed to join you at the dining hall for breakfast alone to talk about last night. you’ve felt guilty since you read his message, but at the same time the sight of rafe going upstairs with that girl has you upset. you’re conflicted. you barely got any sleep last night because of it.

“i miss the waffles i’d have back home,” rafe was telling you as the two of you enter the dining hall and head straight for the food. “now it’s just sad.”

you look over at the waffle station that’s accompanied by a line of students. it’s usually this way and you can tell he means he doesn’t eat waffles anymore because of it.

“is there usually not a line leading to breakfast cooked by the private chef in your abundance of a home?” you ask him, and you approach the bagels to toast one.

“jealous?” rafe puzzles, to which you raise your eyebrows at.

“never that,” you say with a shake of your head, and you lean against the counter.

once you’ve collected all that you want to eat, you lead rafe to an empty table. the hall is loud and active, but you do your best to find something in a corner where there’s the least amount of people. you set your food down before settling down simultaneously.

“sorry for telling you to get out last night,” you start with, and you watch as rafe prepares his food. “i didn’t see your text ‘til after you fell asleep so . . . just wanted to talk today and hear you out.”

“thanks,” rafe mutters as he grabs his cup of juice, taking a gulp of it before placing it back where it was. he leans forward, crossing his arms on top of the table. “i’m assuming you saw that girl.”

“right.”

“that was . . . someone i talked to when i first got here,” he tells you, using his hands slightly to explain himself. “i met a girl the first day i was moving into my dorm. we talked for maybe like . . . a week, and then classes started and i just found other hobbies.”

you pick at your eggs. “do you mean hookups?” you ask him, and without having to look at him, you can tell he’s grimacing.

“we never even made things official but i guess she was hoping that to happen. haven’t given her a single thought since the first day of school but she caught me at the party,” he continues, and you lean back in your chair. “honestly when she brought me upstairs she was just yelling at me the whole time. i don’t know if you heard—”

“the music was loud rafe, no one heard you, i’m sure,” you tell him.

he gives you a slight glare for interrupting him. “whatever. i told her what she was saying was bullshit and she got mad at me,” he says. “i thought i should’ve told you ‘cause i . . . i don’t know. enzo and lara know about her but you don’t. didn’t want you to think i was just gonna have sex with some random girl.”

“you can do what you want rafe, it’s not like it’s any of my business if you choose to do something like that,” you say. he stares at you in silence and it’s a little concerning. you can’t read the expression at all. “but thanks for telling me anyway.”

“yeah,” rafe murmurs as, just on time, lorenzo and elara approach the table once they find you two there. you send them a smile as they come over, but rafe is still staring at you, guilt still glinting in his eye, “anytime.”

“how does morrison explore the concept of memory and its effects on identity in ‘beloved’?” you read a question to one of your assignments out loud. you’re sitting in rafe and lorenzo’s dorm with the two boys, all spread out across the room.

with an uneasy look on his face, rafe scratches the back of his head, “i don’t fuckin’ know.”

“maybe we should take a break,” you suggest, to which the boys agree to immediately. you lift your ipad off your lap and settle it down on the spot on the floor beside you, and you lay down. “i could go for some . . . something to drink maybe.”

“café?” lorenzo asks and you hum in approval. he checks his phone for the time, “i could dr . . . oh shit. no, i have to meet up with lara like now. i can’t make it guys. sorry.”

he gets up to grab his bag, and you look over to rafe to see if he’s still okay with going. it’s only five. you doubt he has anything else planned today.

rafe gets up from his bed. “i’ll drive,” he volunteers.

“let me go change first,” you say as you grab your slippers and leave to your dorm since it’s cold out. “bye lorenzo!”

“bye y/n!” you hear him call from his dorm as you slip into yours, throwing on a hoodie and changing your bottoms to wear some sweats, then pull your sneakers on. you put your hair up before heading outside where rafe is already waiting.

he’s fiddling with his keys when he spots you, and he points behind him, “let’s go.”

you follow rafe out of the dorm building and to the parking lot to find his car. this is your first time being inside. you slide into the passengers seat quietly and put on your seatbelt. within moments, rafe backs up out of his spot and drives you two out of the lot.

“thank you,” rafe says to the cashier after your order is complete and paid for, thanks to rafe. you turn around and head for the first table you see, but rafe seems to find more interest at the table in the very back corner against the window. you have no choice but to follow him.

you settle down in the chair and pull your phone out of your pocket, just to check any and all texts from family. you look like a fool as you keep checking the message app and your lockscreen notification for something, anything. rafe can tell you’re just trying to fill the void.

“remember that time when we were kids and they were hosting that charity gala,” rafe begins to recall, and your gaze slowly falls on him. “there was that ballroom dance and our parents paired us up.”

“you stepped on my foot,” you remind him.

“you were so serious trying to dance while hobbling around on one foot,” he returns, and the memory of 6-year-old you makes you smile softly. “the step was an accident by the way. i didn’t know my lefts from my rights . . . or— or remember the school play we did in 5th grade? where i was the prince and you wore a dress?”

you deadpan. “‘cause i was the princess,” you say, then shake your head. “i remember you forgot your line and i had to tell you what it was.”

“i thought you were so annoying for that,” rafe’s words causes you to laugh, and he grinned from ear to ear. “like i told my sister how much of a know-it-all you were. you showed me up in our play.”

“i remember summer camp,” you add on to the list of memories.

for a moment rafe has to think about it. “what?” he says, a little confused. “when?”

“the first year we went,” you say like it’s obvious. “the tug-of-war had me on edge for months.”

“oh!” rafe laughs when he realizes what you’re talking about. “yeah you were talking all that shit, then you guys lost and you accused us of cheating.”

“‘cause you probably were,” you play along with the bit that you’re still mad, and thankfully rafe sees right through it because he laughs again. “i couldn’t stand even looking at you after that ‘cause i felt so humiliated.”

he shrugs, “don’t hate the player, hate the game.”

“shut up,” you say, kicking at his leg gently. he only smiles as his name gets called out at the front. you get up and follow rafe to the counter where he checks for both of your drinks, handing you yours, and then grabbing two straws.

rafe bites the paper open and pulls the straw out of it, then sticks it in his cup. “come on, i got something to show you,” he says with a wink, and he leads you outside quickly.

after driving just ten minutes and damn near finishing both of your drinks in the process, rafe leads you out to stairs that lead down.

from the car already, you can see a bunch of string fairy lights that go from tree to tree. it leads down a path to walk on but on one of the sides, past the concrete shoulder of the sidewalk there’s the ocean.

it’s getting darker and the blues from the sky and water just look so perfect.

“it’s beautiful out here,” you say with furrowed brows, surprised that you’ve never seen this before. “we’re just ten minutes from campus?”

“that’s what i said,” rafe agrees with you, and you laugh as you lean into him for a moment. your gaze falls upon the few people walking in either direction down the path, most are families though. you can’t help but think of yours.

you’re hoping to plan a day where your family comes down here though. it’s been in the works. so far it’s just been facetimes when everyone’s free but seeing them would feel so nice. they would love a place like this too, you’re sure of.

rafe has bitten down on his straw but he’s looking forward around the area as the two of you walk. “i spy with my little eye . . .” he trails off, and before he continues, you erupt in a laugh. “something green.”

your smile fades when he says this. that’s the worst color he could’ve picked for this game.

“oh, i wonder,” you say, sarcasm laced through your voice as you look around, pretending to think about it. “the grass. the trees. my drink.”

“you can’t go three times,” he tells you before you guess your fourth. you continue to walk beside him, taking in the fresh air. “it was your drink.”

“who could’ve guessed?”

“can you just shut up?”

soon it’s been an hour of roaming the city, with the both of you giggling and exploring your new home some more. you’re sitting on a park bench staring at the water when you and rafe walk all the way back to where you were before.

you’ve leaned your head against his shoulder as you chew on your straw, even though you’ve already finished your drink.

“did you and enzo meet just from being roommates?” you ask him after a bit of silence, and you lay your head on him a different way to look at him a bit. or try to. all you can see is his jaw and cheek. “is that how you met lara?”

he thinks about it for a moment. “yeah that’s how we met. i didn’t even wanna have a roommate but you know . . . and enzo’s a great guy. he’s never really left my side even when i told him to go away. he met lara at some party in august or something.”

“that’s cute,” you mumble, lowering your head to position it where it was before, and you stare at the water. “they’re really cute. when i met enzo it was like i couldn’t even tell he had a girl like that. but when i met lara for the first time it all just made sense.”

“they’re each others best friends,” he confirms, and it brings a smile on your face as you pull your straw away and gaze down at it. “do you miss home?”

“like every day,” you answer honestly. “every second of every hour of every day, probably ‘til i graduate and probably ‘til i die.”

“you’re not moving back home after college?” rafe asks you, and you shrug.

“was never really in my books to go back home. after i committed to this university i just assumed i’d . . . i don’t know, find a home here,” you say. “your sisters were pretty cool though.”

“you’re too old to be sarah or wheezie’s friend,” rafe says with a light scoff.

you scoff back and sit up, looking at him. “you’re friends with people like topper,” you tell him since he can’t be the one to talk. “isn’t he sarah’s age?”

“please,” rafe mutters as he averts his gaze elsewhere, “he was always just trying to get in my good graces ‘cause he likes her. or loves her. whatever.”

“they’re dating now, no?”

“before,” he says. “think she’s with that pogue now. john b.”

“pogue,” you repeat, scrunching your nose. “you can’t use that word anymore. we aren’t back home.”

“it describes him perfectly,” he says in an ‘as a matter of fact’ tone, before murmuring under his breath, “among other things.”

“they’re just kids. leave them be,” you say, and you lay back down to lean your head on his shoulder again, getting comfortable. “i’m really glad you got accepted into the same college as me, rafe.”

these words come in just a bit above a whisper, though he hears you perfectly, and it comes to a bit of a shock for him. he looks down at you quietly, before carefully moving his arm that has been resting on top of the bench to pull you in for a hug.

“me too,” he mumbles.

you get up again and lock eyes with the boy immediately. you can see him underneath the lamp post lights perfectly, just at the right darkness but just at the right brightness.

your gaze flickers down to his lips and back up to his eyes. out of impulse, you consider what feels like the craziest decision to make in that moment and lean in, but what surprises you is rafe takes advantage of the opportunity.

his hand comes up to hold the side of your face as he pulls you in, and your lips press together. it’s not a soft kiss, it’s not a gentle kiss. it’s a desperate, hungry kiss filled with all the emotions he’s been holding back.

you’re kissing like you’ve been starved of oxygen and the other is the only one who can provide it. his lips move urgently against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. he doesn’t care about anything else in the world at this moment, just you and this kiss.

when rafe pulls his head back to see your eyes, he feels like he fucked up. he stares right at you, and your thoughts seem to be going behind his eyes. he starts to pull away, about to apologize, “fuck, sorry y/n, i didn’t—”

“just shut up,” you murmur before grabbing his collar and pulling him back in for another kiss. he moans softly when you do, his hands gripping your waist tighter. he loves the feeling of your lips against his, it’s almost unbearable.

his second kiss is just as desperate as the first, but this time he tries to slow it down a bit. he breaks the kiss to catch his breath, his forehead pressed against yours as he looks into your eyes. “y/n . . .” he begins, his voice shaky. “you have no idea long how i’ve been wanting to do that.”

“kept me waiting long enough,” you say as you stare deep into his eyes with a soft smile, and rafe shakes his head as he grabs your jaw and guides you to his lips again.

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[vividraft]

just one last time ✧˖*°࿐

⇢ ˗ˏˋ gn!assistant!reader x diluc

⇢ ˗ˏˋ summary: dilucs appreciation for you faded, and when he lashes out at you for no particular reason, he immediately regrets it

⇢ ˗ˏˋ important notes: this is a repost from my old account (@/rainstops)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ a/n: i dont like my old posts (cries)

old post master list tba !

another day, another hour, another minute and another second of diluc trying to focus on his work, but no matter how long or how hard he tried, he just could not focus. that was until he heard a knock on the door to his office. 

"come in", he sighed. 

you entered his office, with a cup of coffee in your left hand. 

"you havent left your office in a while, make sure to take breaks every once in a while, diluc", you suggested. you used to call him master diluc, but he insisted that you would just call him diluc. 

"thanks [name]", diluc replied and took the coffee with graditute.

it almost seemed like you always knew exactly what he needed.

so why did it have to come to this?

again, diluc spend hours on end on his paperwork. frustrated, once again. 

and again you were the one knocking on the door.

"come in", he muttered the words. 

when you entered the room, you were met with a diluc who had his face burried in his hands. 

"diluc, are you okay? can i help you with anything? i could-"

"no [name]", he sighed. "just tell me what you need", diluc cut you off. 

"oh well i was just checking up on you, because i know you tend to overwork yourself, so i just-"

"well if its nothing then just leave", diluc cut you off a second time. 

you watched his hands ball into fists.

"...okay", you did what he wished for, even if something inside you hurt, when he rejected your help so very crude. but you managed to convince yourself that it was just frustration from working so much. but then why did it hurt like this? 

you were very well aware that you were just his assistant, but sometimes you dared to imagine you were more than that. those wishes and dreams were left unspoken, even after years of knowing diluc.

but it still hurt so much.

what you werent prepared for, was how many times situations like this would occur. his ways of telling you to leave him alone got more and more impolite, almost insulting at this point. all you wanted was to help, yet diluc did not understand your intentions. or maybe he didnt want to understand them. or maybe he just didnt care enough. no matter what it was, it was always the same. you offered your help, and he rejected. everyday it was like opening an old wound once again and putting salt in it.

one last try.

that was what he would get.

a knock, and another one. they sounded hesitant, but diluc paid no attention to that. 

"come in", the same words used over and over again. 

"you have been working in here for over seven hours now, you should take a break its not good for your health", your body flinched, when you heard diluc slam a fist on his table. 

"oh my god [name]. every day you come in here saying the same things! how many times do i have to tell you that you cant-", this time you cut him off. 

"that i cant do anything? is that what you were going to say? are you going to tell me to leave like every other day? diluc all i want is to help you. its not my fault that you overwork yourself so much that you ignore who actually cares about you. and yes i do care about you, i dont just do this because its my job", as you were finally letting all those words out of your system, an irritated stare was lying on your face. this was the first time in weeks, diluc has looked at you again. your eyes were no longer filled with passion. its like they were replaced with those hurt eyes. your body was tense, and although diluc finally noticed all those things, it seemed he had no words for you. 

seriously? 

you just told him how you felt, and he still ignored you like an irrelevant nobody. 

"i really like you diluc, i really do but.."

dilucs body tensed up upon hearing those words leave your lips. his heart had a reaction to it he never felt before.

"it doesnt seem like neither your heart nor you seem to care enough to reply to me", and with that, you left with quiet steps and closed the door behind you.

diluc was in a daze, and stared at the door you closed behind you for at least another 5 minutes.

he noticed something long ago. he noticed whenever you entered a room, it seemed to light up. he noticed how whenever you saw him your eyes lit up. he noticed how whenever you ate something you liked, the corners of your mouth lifted before you could say something. and so many more things, which would take hours to list. 

but most of all, he noticed how much he needed you.

and now he notices that once again.

suddenly he remembers all the times he was rude to you, whenever you asked to help him. he missed those before, but now theyre coming to him again.

he looked for you, and with every second he couldnt find you, the pit in his stomach grew quicker than he could find you.

"ah! master diluc! are you looking for [name]?", one of his maids approached him, not noticing how stressed he was.

"Yes! yes, do you know where they are?"

"well, not exactly, but they told me they were going on a walk", the maid repeated what you had told her. she also noticed your dull eyes rather quickly, so she let you go, agreeing that it would be good for you.

"Thank you!", diluc replied, as he was already hurriedly heading towards the door.

as soon as he stepped outside, he noticed how hard it would be to find you. you could be anywhere, in any direction. 

then he suddenly remembers a faint interaction you both had. you remeber telling him, that whenever you didnt know where else to go, you went to starsnatch cliff. he remembers you rambling on and on about how the name fits the cliff so perfectly, because whenever you were there at night, the stars felt so close as if you could just snatch them. the red heads feet guided him right to where he suspected you could be, and he was right. there you were lying flat on your back, arms streched away from your body.

it seemed to diluc that you havent noticed his quiet steps in the grass yet, but you noticed long ago. you were never going to admit this, but you were actually hoping that he would find you.

"what do you want", you asked while sitting up, with your back still turned to him. 

dilucs breaths were deep and heavy, since he went here as fast as he could. 

now was the moment, when he wasnt sure what to say. just like back in his office, it seemed his heart had so much to tell you, but his words were left unspoken. 

a few more seconds remained silent.

"well if its nothing then just leave", you repeated the words that left his mouth a long while ago. the probably first of the many times he rejected your help, your concern, and you. 

suddenly he heard a sniffle. have you been crying? this is not what he wanted. never had he expected you to be crying because of his actions. not when he was the one who dreamed of being with you, and the one who dreamed to protect you exactly pain like this.

but still he was the one who sent those daggers into your heart.

maybe that was what he needed to say.

"i'm sorry [name], i'm really so sorry. i know that sorry probably doesnt fix anything right now, but please forgive me. i know that i shouldnt have been the way i was to you. i should have accepted your help, i know youre a great help and i shouldnt have snapped at you the way i did. i have so many things i want to say to you but i never know how or where to start. please, would you forgive me?"

...

diluc heard no reply, but instead more quiet sniffles. you on the other hand could not speak. you were afraid of your voice breaking, or maybe you were afraid of starting to cry even more. you hugged your legs.

suddenly, you felt a warm body against your back and you felt arms snake around your waist. 

but most importantly, you heard a whispered "please..."

diluc tried to look at you, but you just turned your face away from him.

"don't look at me right now i look hideous", you shakily let those words escape your throat. 

"no you dont, and even if you did, i'd still like that 'hideous' version of you [name]. i like every version of you. remember when you told me you liked me today? i like you more, even more than you could imagine. i love you, [name]. i know how sudden this is but everything that i know about you, and all your features, every single gesture and every single habit of yours. i adore those things more than my own life. so please. please forgive me this once. you dont have to feel the same way. i just dont want you to hate me", diluc confessed his well kept secret.

"... i dont hate you, diluc. and i never could hate you", a single tear rolled down your face, as you turned around to face diluc, who still had his arms around your waist.

diluc cupped your cheeks, and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. 

"you look as beautiful as always [name]"

you laid your head against his chest and closed your eyes, his body keeping you warm. 

"the stars look closer than usual today, dont you think?"

bonus

diluc noticed your quiet snores, after a while of sitting with you in his arms at starsnatch cliff. 

your body shivered, and only then he noticed how cold it was getting. 

"i suppose its time to go back", diluc took off his coat, and gently laid it on your body, as he picked you up in bridal style, to carry you back to his mansion.

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Havent been here in a hot second, Vanitas x fem reader smut where reader is. like a princess,, opposite of van and her and van have a fuck buddies type thing goin’ on? And like . Van is constantly coming to her when he’s pissed or stressed OH and reader is in love w him but he’s unsure? sorry to be a bother lmfao

So sorry to answer this so late! But I hope you enjoy this

Vanitas x Fem!Reader: Your Highness

Warnings: Filthy ass smut, degradation, get my boi Vanitas a redemption arc now Square! Fuck-buddy/friends-with-benefits relationship

Rating: NSFW under the cut

Vanitas, from the moment he was torn out of Ventus' body by Xehanort, has been told he couldn't feel anything except hatred and darkness. Yet, when he met you in Radiant Garden, he could've sworn he felt his non-existent heart skip a beat. He had to have you. And so began your relationship with him. What started off as a one-night stand turned into you being fuck buddies. But over time, you started to develop feelings for him. But you knew it would be impossible to be with him. He was always gone, only coming back to fuck you ruthlessly after a stressful day with the Organization. Until one night...

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As you prepared for bed, a dark corridor opened, and Vanitas entered your room. He looked the same as the past few times you've seen him. Angry, disheveled, and covered in cuts and bruises. Neither of you said a word as you took him to your private bathroom and began cleaning up his wounds. As you took care of his bleeding lip, you thought about all the times he'd kissed you. How it was rough and passionate. You wondered if he ever knew how to be gentle if someone of the darkness could be gentle.

"You're staring," he muttered.

"Sorry," you quickly replied before going back to taking care of his injuries. You then noticed how he didn't wince the multiple times you've taken care of him. Was it something he learned or something he refused to admit? In all honesty, it made you that much more in love with him. You wanted to learn more about him.

"What're you thinking about?" he asked.

"Nothing," you replied.

"You're lying. I can see it in your eyes." Dammit, how did he know?! "So what's going on in that head of yours?"

You debated on whether or not to tell him the truth. That you were in love with him and wanted to be more than just fuck-buddies. That you wanted a real relationship with him. Vanitas tilted his head, curious about what was going on inside your head. You took a deep breath and told him the truth.

"I think I'm in love with you," you said. Vanitas froze, not expecting those words to come out of your mouth.

"You know we can't," he sighs.

"I know, but I can't help but be in love with you. I wanna be with you. I know I'm a princess and you're a being of darkness but I want you. And not just the sex. I want the real you. I wanna know what makes you tick, what your likes and dislikes are-"

"(Y/N)...we can't. The closest thing we can have is what we already have. I can't put you in danger. My father will punish me if he found out." Your heart broke at his words. You understood where he was coming from, but the words still stung. "This is probably the last we'll be together too."

"W-what do you mean?"

"...Tomorrow, Father's making the Organization go to war. Against the seven lights. I don't know if I'll come back. Which is why I came here. To be with you one last time." It broke your heart even more to hear these words, but you didn't refuse. You needed him just as much as he needed you.

"Okay," you replied. And with that he crashes his lips onto yours.

NSFW under the cut

Vanitas picked you up and brought you over to your bed where he then tossed you onto the fluffy mattress. You landed with a soft bounce and Vanitas crawled on top of you with a seductive yet predatory look on his face. You couldn't help but bite your lip and rub your thighs together, which didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Needy, aren't we?" he teased.

"When it comes to you, always," you replied. Vanitas smirked and began kissing your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over it. You moaned softly and arched your back closer to him, wanting more of his touch and his kisses. Vanitas's hands trailed down your body reaching the hem of your night shirt.

"May I, your highness?" he teased. You nodded and he gladly pulled your shirt off, revealing your beautiful bosom. When you tried to cover yourself, Vanitas quickly yet gently took your wrists and pinned them above your head.

"None of that now, gorgeous," he said seductively. You whimpered under his intense gaze, but couldn't deny just how sexy it was being pinned underneath him. Vanitas then began kissing your chest, leaving bite marks and hickeys along your breasts and your nipples, eliciting a gasp from your lips. Vanitas chuckled, loving the sound that was escaping your mouth. He pulled away, satisfied with the amount of marks he left on you.

"That's more like it. Now those pathetic suitors will know that you belong to someone else," he said. He removed his shirt, revealing his abs, and making you bite your lip. He took notice of this and chuckled.

"Like what you see, your highness?" he teased. You blushed in embarrassment, which only fueled his entertainment. The two of you began making out again and Vanitas trailed his hands to your sleep pants, teasing the hem of it.

"May I?" he asked. You nodded and he took off your pants and your panties. Vanitas had to hold back a moan after looking at your beautiful pussy. You took notice of this and decided to tease him by grinding your pussy against his clothed crotch. Vanitas groaned and rolled his eyes back, loving the feeling of your teasing.

"Fuck baby~" he moaned. He needed you more than anything right now and you needed him. After enough teasing from the both of you, Vanitas took off his pants and lined up his cock against your entrance.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, wanting your consent. You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. He nodded back and slowly pushed himself into your tight, warm cunt. The two of you moaned, feeling the incredible amount of pleasure just by him being inside of you. Vanitas was kind enough to give you time to adjust to his size and when you gave him the okay, he began moving. The feeling of him thrusting inside of you was amazing! It was like you were made for his cock and his cock alone. As much as he felt amazing, it was not enough for you. You wanted him to go faster. To go harder.

"Vani~ Harder~" you moaned. Vanitas smirked and began fucking you harder and faster. You moaned loudly and arched your back again, the tip of his cock hitting your G-spot. Vanitas knew just by looking at your expression that he had found your G-spot and continued the pace, making sure to hit that spot repeatedly. You could feel your orgasm starting to creep up and you clung to Vanitas, not wanting to stop.

"Ugh, fuck~" Vanitas moaned, feeling your pussy clench on his dick. "Cum for me, baby~ Make a mess for me~"

As if on cue, you cream all over his dick which then caused Vanitas to cum deep inside of you with a loud moan. His orgasm felt so good that he ended up collapsing on top of you. The two of you stayed like this for a while, not saying anything. Just holding each other in post-orgasm bliss. After a moment of pure silence, Vanitas pulled away and looked into your eyes.

"You okay? Did I go too hard?" he asked.

"No. I'm okay," you replied, smiling up at him. Vanitas smiled back and kissed your forehead before standing up and getting something to clean you up with. After cleaning you up and getting you some water to drink, the two of you lay in bed together until the both of you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning, Vanitas was gone. But there was a note on your nightstand from none other than Vanitas himself. You picked up the note and read it, tears welling up in your eyes.

(Y/N),

If you're reading this, then it means that I have left to fight in my father's war. I don't know if I'll make it out of this alive and come back to you. If I don't, then know that I love you more than anything in this cursed universe.

May your heart be your guiding key,

Vanitas

[nugget-gender]

literally have an algebra test in less than 4 minutes. bUT. LOOKING AT THE NEW SEVEN DEADLY SINS OCS. LOOKING WITH MY BIG OL EYES > >

OKAY HI i actually have an order for them(its the order they joined the guild in ^_^ i love mmorpg setting). names will be in-game ones i havent decided on real ones yet. none of them have met in real life so it doesnt matter all that much.

1. Pride

Name is Luxsol Superbia. Very pretentious and leans into the roleplay. Guild founder and leader. Her race is Manavoid Nephilim [C] and her class is Magebane Inquisitor, with a profession of Inspiring Guildmaster. I'm gonna give her sun imagery once i figure out how to draw. Signature Skill: Anti-Magic Decree

2. Sloth

Name is Eragon Baggins. He can't be assed to come up with his own name, hence the obviously ripped off ones. Annoys the hell out of Luxsol by not engaging with roleplay very much, if at all. Race is Rot Lich [C] and class is Festering Rotlord, profession is Necrotic Architect. Imagery for him is gonna be stone and spirals. Signature Skill: Domain of Rot

3. Wrath

Her name is Gideon Bigdick. Very competitive, and also less engaged with roleplay. She plays as a Primal Rune Elf [C] with a class of Elemental Stormfist and a profession of Expert Glassblower. Imagery for her would be lots of fire and thunder. Signature Skill: Wrath of the Storm

4. Gluttony

Plays Karsel Voidmaw, the least human character. Frequently holes up in their laboratory doing alchemy shit, but will do roleplay when they remember. Race is Prismscale Lizardfolk [C] and class is Master Alchemist of Voracious Ambition, lacking a profession as it fused with their class. Their themes would be lots of intoxication and blood, both literally and metaphorically. Signature Skill: Voracity

5. Lust

Elesya Sanguine plays the role of Lust in the Lucifer guild, often found seducing unwitting players and then using their bodies as material for constructs. Her race is Human Bloodthirster [C] as a Profane Fleshwarper, her profession being Luxurious Provocateur. Her main thematic element is grasping hands, with minor cannibalism as well. Signature Skill: Self-transformation

6. Greed

Drake Silver is the guild merchant and taskmaster of the lower members. He is one of the big reasons Lucifer is considered an evil guild, since while most of them have edgy races and classes, he engages in copious amounts of NPC slavery. Race is Dragonkin Orc [C] and class is Avaritious Soulmaster, having the Slaver Baron profession. Massive chain imagery here, as well as some precious metals by dint of being Greed. Signature Skill: Binder of Souls

7. Envy

Because of course I made Envy the last one. Jason Dark, team infiltrator and intel gatherer. Kind of a dick, in the "it's what my character would do" way. Insidious Devilspawn [C] and Psy-Mage Infiltrator, class of Accursed Trapper. I gave this one some nice frost and shadow imagery, which definitely goes with the sneaking. Signature Skill: Psionic Mana Shroud

Extra:

The Lucifer guild is newer in popular MMORPG SHIFT/DREAM, but already infamous. From the guildmaster allegedly being the ex-girlfriend of the game's lead developer to the generally unsavory playstyle of many of the guild's players, there really is a lot to complain about. However, complaints are likely to be met with a "git gud scrub" from their most Slothful member.

SHIFT/DREAM was popularized for its machine learning integrated into all parts of progression, allowing the player to truly shape their experience. Differences in playstyle will allow for new and different classes, races, professions, skills, items, and even creatures. Of course, it all starts at character creation. For classes, you choose from one of three archetypes, and from there you choose a sub-option. The Heavy Warrior archetype can become Guardian, Berserker, or Fighter, with the Light Warrior branching into Archer, Rogue, and Monk. Then there's magical options, with Caster branching into Evoker, Healer, and Enchanter. Race is chosen from a large array, from simple Humans to fantasy Elves and Goblins, as well as more exotic options such as Lizardfolk or Nephilim. Finally, the game has a system for Professions, which are gained during gameplay depending on the path the player takes. Often they involve crafting, but many are social in nature.

[gothwizardmagic]

ok i havent watched the su movie, su future, or fionna and cake yet but i am done with the "re" part of my "rewatch all the tumblr popular early 10s cartoons and see how they hold up" mission here are the results;

adventure time: dipped pretty badly in the middle (season 6 iirc) but overall really good with a few absolute bangers in there, and the ending is GREAT for real. more than any of the others i think adventure time did a really good job of growing up with its target audience while managing to have broad appeal throughout

gravity falls: BANGERS START TO FINISH NARY A FLOP ACTIVELY BETTER THAN I REMEMBERED also really fun to rewatch with hindsight of all The Theories and the ending itself knowing which clues were clues and which were red herrings. i dont even have that much to say gravity falls is just a fucking banger of a show if youre feeling nostalgic i strongly recommend the rewatch

steven universe: starts out actively Kinda Bad but progresses pretty quickly - only one Absolute Flop episode in the later seasons. (gem harvest.) i knew it was suffering from the steven bomb format but i didnt realise just how badly until i actually watched the show through consistently with no breaks. the story viewed contiguously is REALLY consistent and well paced (right until the ending but thats not the creators fault) and despite said pacing issues i really enjoyed the ending, found myself actually like. shouting out loud a few times it was SO GOOD FOR REAL also we owe so much to the crewniverse fighting for the garnet wedding this is such an all around queer show struggling to be itself at every turn which was interesting to look back on given how far we've come since. i will say that in the early seasons i dont think any of the writers had ever Met a thirteen year old like i get that steven is supposed to be immature but theres a difference between an immature thirteen year old and like. a seven year old. but that clears up with time and he starts acting his age as the story progresses

had more to say about su than the others bc i JUST finished it but man overall all three shows hold up pretty well and were worth the rewatch

[raisinchallah]

b'elanna torres!!

First impression:

i really liked her! i watched like the first season of voyager after finishing up ds9 i thiiink i watched it with my dad and we stopped cuz we were somewhat bored and burned out on so much star trek (we had watched thru all of tng and ds9 in quick succession) and she was one of the only characters that made an impression on me and then i met a friend who loooooved voyager and i was like talking about it like yeah it didnt really click with me give me some episode recommendations and also maybe emphasis on b'elanna episodes so i watched some of his favorite episodes and then specifically the b'elanna episodes and loooved extreme risk it like did something to my brain and made me cry and i got really attached and decided to seek out all the b'elanna episodes i even braved the terrible evil forums that spent all their time talking about how much they hated janeway and b'elanna to get lists of episodes they said had too much b'elanna in them and to avoid and added them to my to watch list and then had a good time watching the b'elanna episodes i then went back and actually watched most of voyager...

Impression now

i still love her perhaps not as much of a like brain dominating i will draw a million pictures and think about her 24/7 type way that i did when i was 18 but she means the world to meeee made in a lab for the sad girls who dropped out of school for realsies <3

Favorite moment

oh god this is so hard i actually havent rewatched a lot of my favorite episodes in a long time too personally significant but i do adore dreadnought where shes like arguing with herself and trying to outsmart herself very fun but also like so many important moments in like barge of the dead

Idea for a story

hmm well ive tossed around this idea in my head about like seven and b'elanna get stuck on a planet filled with ancient machines that like gives seven a kind of ghostly computer virus in her brain from the ancient machines and they have to work together to like fix it or trapped in weird cave system together and b'elannas maquis training comes into play and idk scenarios that lead to them opening up and sharing parts of their past they dont explain to other people but with a weird sci fi horror bent to them and confused sense of self vibes :3c

Unpopular opinion

i actually have no idea what an unpopular opinion about her i have is cuz i only talk about voyager with a tiny group of b'elanna enthusiasts and like it seems like in the larger fandom unpopular opinion is like i think b'elanna is a good character and then within voyager fandom unpopular opinion is like i think tom and b'elanna should get a divorce and then im like wow i love the agreement the meeting of minds amongst the b'elanna enthusiasts of tumblr maybe just i am less enthusiastic about tom harry b'elanna seven polycule and more enthusiastic about tom and b'elanna divorce court but idk fjkl;a;jkflds i support polycule believers love is love but also just i do enjoy making jokes about the divorce court

Favorite relationship

i really like the bits we see of her friendship with chakotay like i would like to know more about their history in the maquis and trust and loyalty they have theres a lot of interesting things to dig into along with them being the only maquis members of the senior staff and so on a lot of cool things one could theoretically get into but also shout out to seven and b'elanna weird lonely women who also kind of hate each other yet are very similar theres like so much you could get into there i like to think about it even if its just from the few snippets here and there we have..

Favorite headcanon

i think that she fixes weird machines in the holodeck out of the way tom thats her massive never ending tool box with various tools from different planets and eras so she can fix up an ancient vulcan hovercraft or whatever

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

Cant stop thinking about how, upon relaying how fucked shit is with multiple emergencies in my family and that I'm heading home to help sort everything out, a very good friend told me that I am very calming in a crisis.

Because chances are Ive had to deal with something similar before. So i can assess the situation at a glance and start working on mitigating and/or fixing the damage or evacuating everyone from the radius.

And like. Im glad of the experience. I wouldn't change that. I think its fucked that Ive had that experience and have learned from it since I was seven. I'm one of the only people that I know that can seize the panic and fear reaction and wrestle it down in under ten seconds, most of the time under five.

I am still not okay. And Im so goddamn bad at showing it. And now i get to go back to my parents and not be human for a month. I dont have the luxury of panicking or crying. I havent even left my house yet and i want to come back.

One of my best friends called me in the middle of a panic attack at one point, a couple years ago. In tears. Asked me how and why couldn't she be as strong. And me and my other best friend, whose friendship is best described as "baptized with hellfire and welded with the same", looked at each other. Two people who went through utter hell, who have both been through extensive therapy, who have loved and lost and raged?

"Because I had practice, darling," i said down the phone line at the time. "Because you had a neglectful family. Not familial and medical trauma, not surviving the birth of a new era of destruction through sheer, dumb luck, not muscling your way through bigotry and prejudice at school for almost two decades, and certainly not things randomly self destructing around you in spite of your best efforts. Your crime is being mildly traumatized and well adjusted in spite of it."

"Well adjusted? Never met her," muttered my best friend, my hellfire-shaped steel.

The people that are my normal support system are the people I'm going to help. And the people that want to help me dont know how.

And now i just have "you're very calming in a crisis" running through my head on a loop.

[deathsfollow]

ooc: meet the mun

NAME?: GRIM

PRONOUNS?: she/they

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: kirk and cristi are always the main or loudest ones, but sera and wade scream with craziness very closely behind and lego batman is just always there whispering stupidity lol.

RP PET PEEVES?: i don't get ticked off too easily to be honest, but theres people pushing or demanding for replies or acting like they're better than others for being quick to reply or never losing muse or people who steal content from other rpers them gets me. another not that RP related i suppose but more original work related is people who don't want to pay for things like original art that took hours to make. like i've tried to do graphics stuff for people for money before and it would come to a "oh but this is for just a personal thing why's it cost money".. BECAUSE I SPENT MULTIPLE HOURS MAKING IT FOR YOU !!

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: i dont really remember when i started, i always wrote in both finnish and english as soon as i could, to be honest, but on tumblr i think i joined like 2012 maybe, originally in star trek and star wars community with my darth vader. i first met chris then too!! ugh i cant even fathom it's been this long.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: i like a mixture best, angst leading to fluff leading to smut is my favourite. i'm a sucker for some deep and novella like smut but i'm picky on who i'm comfortable with doing it with, romance and angst is easier and more comfortable. sad romance honestly might be my favourite way to write

PLOTS OR MEMES?: i don't like memes sent without like ANY plan behind it, or you know it making sense for the muses. i always like plotting or replying/answering to an open starter for muses to start interacting or having some general memes but i personally find it hard to answer memes for characters that havent interacted.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: i don't like one-liners, or unimaginative replies that give the respondee little to work with, but honestly it's case-dependent. like if i do seven paragraphs and get one in return, that'd suck, but if it's both parties doing short paragraphs or long novellas, it's all good. as long as it matches the love and effort the other person's putting in is how i feel.

TIME TO WRITE?: i gotta write whenever i can, otherwise i get nothing out at all, but i feel like i always end up writing most at night or late in the evening. i also always need other distractions to keep my attention to something, like right now true blood's playing on the tv right next to me and i watch it and do this taking turns.. i have problems with attention span lol.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: i think everyone puts a little of them into everything they write, but most of my intentions ever to write came from my own pain and wanting to be someone else, so that's what i did. and then just kept creating more and more lives and stories and it made me want to keep writing and creating. and it's let me explore lots of different sides and aspects of myself through multiple outlets.

tagged by: @untilthcyrot

tagging: no obligation for anyone and i don't follow many people yet so if you see this and feel like doing it, do it!

[glorifiedbones]

i dont feel very unique. in fact i feel painfully similar to others in the world sometimes. like a defunct carbon copy; you can look at me and tell what is supposed to be me. and yet. and yet theres is something odd about me. primal in the sense that i am nothing but i still exist. i still get out of bed, use the toilet, have a mug of coffee in the mornings. i click on the tv and its the same program on all nine hundred channels, all the same show on each brand for the low low price of nine eighty two a month. only some still give you commercials and others offer you paid promotions for the starz network. you havent renewed your paramount plus subscription and i still drink out of that black and silver star trek mug thats at least sixteen years old. i bring it up to my lips and take a sip and the world is still the same. the rain will continue through its cycle of being re-weathered through the clouds that are more grey than usual, and i will still exist here laying in bed amongst my sheets and blankets and the phone screen i stare at for hours too long. “your average usage has gone up this week!” notification every time i slide my screen up. eighty seven hours all dedicated to the same three apps.

i am unique in the same sense that i am a different person but i look like everyone else does walking down the streets. i have the same hobbies and interests. i drink the same powdered coffee and drink from the same mug thousands of others have from a convention they bought years ago. i am the same age as millions of others and although i’ve never met someone with the shared birthdate as i, they surely exist. hundreds of babies born on the same day at the same time in the same year and i am not an exception.

i am different in the sense that i stare at my reflection in the mirror, and although that its not inherently different itself; its the thoughts that race through my mind that are. i think back to the cars two movie where mater is a spy and i stare at my reflection and my oily fingers wipe down the cheeks of my combination oily-dry skin. flakes stick to my towels and the hair of my scalp and my eyes look into the depths of the aluminum plated back of my mirror. i look the same every day. weary, tired, dejected.

i think about the way my body would look if i age a little less. used the stairs a bit more. did something more with my life. i dont do anything. i lie in bed and wallow for the person i could have been. i am pathetic in this reflection, i am pathetic in my own skin, and i am pathetic in the eyes of others. my friends, my family, the strangers that don’t even spare me a second glance. a tool to use or take advantage of to the ones that do.

i remember lying back on the concrete of my childhood home driveway. warm from the sun beating down on it all day. a cool breeze in my ear and against my clothed skin. the view is not different or unique. it is of a blue skin and branches with too few leaves hanging off of them. i close my eyes and rest and when i open them the greens of the leaves are blowing past with the wind.

i am not unique nor is this view. millions of others have this same memory. millions of others are not unique, so many of us are painfully alike. and yet they are different; they get up out of bed and do not wallow for the person they could have become. they get up and live their own grief and here i am.

watching the blades of the fan above be spin around. i am not unique, i am not special, i am not different, i am so alike everyone else that i am merely a shadow of a person i could have become. i killed them with my own finger tips and thoughts constricting them so tight until i am rung through like a wet cloth being rung of its water down the drain. swirling. i am swirling with the flow of every day. i wish for more but i will get nothing.

i will close my eyes, think of the past the future and the present. i will drink from that same glass and i will use the same creamer and i will continue to be the same. never changing never truly existing. i wonder if i am still alive or if i am truly meant to just be a husk of the person i could have been for the rest of my life.

if reincarnation is real, please pick someone else to do so. i wake up painfully and i wish i would just close my eyes for good. this is the same thought thousands of others have. even in my wallowing self pity i am still alike the others—i am not unique.

[marveliciousfanace]

My Star Trek viewing experience has been just an increasingly wild ride of "we will make you care about this non-human character."

Because like, I started with tos and they said "have some humans, and also one (1) alien for flavor but he's pretty human just emotionally repressed." And I said sure, great, he's my son and I love him.

And then I watched Enterprise and they said "okay so humans, another Vulcan, and the sweetest, most upbeat cutie pie you could ever imagine from a polyamorous pufferfish race." And I said great! T'pol is my daughter and I will protect Phlox from literally everything. This is good.

And then Next Gen. And oof, Next Gen said, "you'll love our ensemble of a half-human empath, a Klingon separated from his people, and an android who wants to be a person." And I cried and said okay. Because I adore Deanna and I adore Worf and I WOULD FUCKING DIE FOR DATA and its gonna be perfect.

And then. Then DS9. Those fuckers said "have a race of pretty normal humanoids but also the cutest and smartest spotted trans alien ever, some sentient slime, the butt-headed assholes of the galaxy, and the gayest war criminal known to man." And at this point I'm just like fine! Give me all of them! I love ever single one and you can't stop me!

I'm three episodes into Voyager and I've adopted a half-Klingon I'd let break my nose, my latest Vulcan child who is 100% done, an adorable not-Vulcan maybe-empath with also pointy ears, the most earnest chia pet of an alien to ever make a cheerful nuisance of himself, and a goddam hologram. Fuck it. Sign me up. I'm in too deep and I'm never going back.

[i-like-writing-stuff]

retirement [five hargreeves x reader]

a/n: hi guys! it’s been a while hehe, so i hope ull enjoy this short x reader with the one and only five yall know i love sm, homeboy did not disappoint this season neither lmao. season 3 just premiered and i already have finished it:( 

can i just say

WHAT THE ACTUAL FVUCK

either way, id b happy to discuss with yall opinions and such and also feel free to leave requests! 

ill leave warnings at the beginning of each imagine if it shall be the case

i.e. this imagine takes place right in the first episode!!

also, forgive my english, havent really spoken in a while and dont even get me started on the writing 

enjoy besties!

summary: now that the second apocalypse is over, five and y/n can finally retire and maybe finally make their moves?

“You know, Five... Sometimes I do wish I’d never met you,” You took a sip from your wine, watching as the preteen in question rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a delight as well, Y/N,” He nonchalantly dismissed you, continuing to eat his Chinese takeout.

After surviving not one, but two apocalypses alongside Five Hargreeves and his siblings, you guys wound up back in your timeline, only to find out your trip to the 60s caused some changes in the present, such as Sir Reginald Hargreeves deciding against adopting Luther, Diego, Klaus, Ben, Allison, Viktor and Five, and instead some seven other dickheads with superpowers.

Your encounter was far from pleasant. 

Six months ago you were planning to retire from the Commission, since you were almost sixty and had had your fair share of missions, so you figured one last task with your partner, Five, would be the good way to end things. Well, one thing led to another and instead of taking out JFK, you woke up in 2019, in your preteen body, in an unknown backyard with unknown people, who turned out to be your partner’s siblings.

One thing led to another and you guys bonded over the span of 10 days in an attempt to save the world, but that is a story for another time. 

After those 10 days, you time traveled once again and woke up in 1963, alone, in a school. Some teacher found you and took you in, thinking you were a lost 13 year old girl, but then again, that is a story for another time.

Six months passed until you reunited with the Hargreeves siblings in yet another attempt to save the world.

Two more weeks and you were back in 2019, but things did not go according to plan. 

“Still don’t understand how you two have not banged yet,” Klaus shook his head disappointed, as Diego and Luther couldn’t help but not in agreement.

You tried not to blush, but Klaus’ bluntness always got the best of you. Spending this time with Five on top of being a teen again took a toll on you. You’ve known Five for long before the apocalypse. When the Handler recruited him, she trusted you to be his partner, since you were basically her right hand. The bickering was there even back then, but these past six months you started seeing him with different eyes, in a different light.

“I’d rather choke on chopsticks,” You were quick to deny any indecent thought, “You’re sick, by the way.”

“And you’re sixty, so bye,” Klaus smirked, hopping from his stool.

“Too retired to even bother,” Five shrugged his shoulders, watching as his two other brothers followed Klaus.

“I’m gonna get more food,” Luther lightly shrugged his shoulders, making his way to the buffet.

“I refuse to third wheel 13 year olds,” Diego stated, scratching the back of his neck.

You watched confused as the three men all left the table, leaving you alone with Five, who did not seem bothered at all. 

“I’ll never get used to your brothers,” You shook your head, taking another sip from your wine, “You people are too much.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Five scoffed, watching as you were playing with your glass.

“So, retirement, huh?” You changed the subject, “What are your plans now that the world is safe?”

“I didn’t think much of it, to be honest,” Five shrugged, “Weren’t you supposed to retire after the JFK mission? What did you have in mind?”

You smiled softly, looking at your wine, “I was gonna buy a mansion in Italy, 1970s or so... maybe get a dog and cat, start producing my own wine... I don’t know, I didn’t plan much.”

“Of course there’s a lot of wine in your retirement plans,” Five smirked, as you playfully smacked his arm, “Ow!”

“You’re officially banned from visiting me in Italy,” You stated, biting back a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway,” Five lightly shrugged his shoulders, not once dropping his smirk, “Besides- you wouldn’t last a day without me.”

“Excuse you?” You scoffed, placing your hand on top of your chest for a more dramatic effect, “Last I checked, you were the one who dragged me along this whacky adventure.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I knew you’d be devastated at the Commission without me,” He replied with the same cocky air as usual, which made you ponder on the situation.

Is this Five’s way of flirting with you? During the time you spent together ever since operation Doomsday started back in the original timeline of 2019, there may have been a few... interesting moments to say the least. Like when he first opened up to you about being worried sick for his siblings, or when he gave you the tightest embrace after reuniting with you in 1963. There was also that time when you two held hands on your way to meet his father. 

Moments like these that you couldn’t help but cherish with utmost happiness, but not once letting yourself get sidetracked. There was an apocalypse going on, neither of you had time for this.

But now?

Now there’s no apocalypse anymore. Granted, there still are some issues that would be best to fix, but it’s not like they’d bring the end of the world if not.

So, why not?

“If I didn’t know you any better, Five Hargreeves,” You smirked, leaning in closer to the boy, with your glass of wine in one hand, “I’d say you are flirting with me.”

Five shook his head amused, watching you sip your precious wine so close to him. If the wine was intoxicating you, you definitely were the one intoxicating him. It took him some while before he could accept that he had feelings for you, but he couldn’t say either that he was surprised when he realized.

He really felt like you were absolutely perfect, no doubt in his mind. 

“And would that bother you?” Five raised a brow, resting his arm on the back of your chair, leaning in even closer.

“I can’t say it would be unpleasant,” You set down your wine, curious to see where this would go.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” Five rolled his eyes, “But... I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“Will you just kiss me already?” You sighed, watching a genuine smile appear on his lips, as he leaned in, connecting your lips at last.

You cupped his face, melting into the long-awaited kiss. On one hand, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and on the other hand, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You and Five were finally done with apocalypses, trying to save the world and the Commission. 

You could officially both retire.

“Does this mean I can visit you in Italy?” He whispered, as you two pulled away from the kiss, but still painfully close to one another.

“Ah, who can’t last a day without the other now?” You smirked, pulling him into another kiss.

[nichiverse]

fragile.

xiao x gn reader

warnings: angst bc its my favourite thing in the world, xiao abandoning reader, kazuha x reader at the end, not proofread, breakup

thank you for 360 followers!

please listen to fragile by laufey while reading this!

a/n: my first fic in a while (writers block://) and its a genshin fic🙏 im so sorry to my genshin followers who havent seen genshin content for so long but here u go!

27.03.2023. (also someone has noticed i accidentally put "my lady" in kazuha's part, and i'm so so sorry i didnt notice that earlier! i've changed it now, please point out any future mistakes i make since i don't proofread ^^'')

"it's dangerous for you to be associated with me."

♫♪♩grew up in a case of fragile glass, but hammer away its time to crash.

you and xiao had been dating for about seven months. it started off rough, but you both eventually managed to make it work.

however, these days, xiao had been quite distant lately, randomly disappearing at night and refusing to meet you at the wangshuu inn.

that was, until one day he called you to the rooftop of the inn, saying you both needed to talk about something important.

"it's dangerous for you to be associated with me."

♫♪♩and as it shatters let me shatter into you

your body tensed up at his words. "xiao, i knew what i was getting into when i decided to be in a relationship with you."

"y/n, im doing this for your safety. lets.. end what we have." he crossed his arms and turned to look at you. when his gaze met yours, he saw tears pile up in your eyes.

you quickly realized this, and dabbed your eyes dry. "xiao- its okay. i know that you'll protect me. we dont need to end everythi-"

"enough! dont make this harder than it already is. stop being such a bother and just listen to me."

you were taken aback by his words. he thinks of you as a bother? had he always felt like this during the seven months of your relationship? was he just with you out of pity?

".. do you really think that?" you looked up at him. his heart felt a pang of guilt, but this was the only way he could get you to listen. he was silent, and you took it as a yes.

"i-i'm sorry- i'll leave." tears were welling up in your eyes again and you turned to leave, accidentally dropping your bracelet. xiao noticed it on the ground after you left, and picked it up to inspect it.

it was the bracelet xiao gave you the day he confessed his feelings to you.

♫♪♩ the soft candle glow, the music so slow, your skin on my skin, the room is spinning

"xiao? you wanted to speak with me?" he rarely ever called for you, since it was always you who started conversations with him. you got used to it though, he was always like that even when he met you.

xiao sighed to himself and questioned why he decided to do this. after all, he was an adeptus and you were a human, there were rules and or course you couldn't possibly be able to have a relationship.

yet, xiao wanted to break those rules for you.

"y/n. you make me feel... different. you make me feel warm whenever we meet up. you're the only person i could open up to. i'm not sure what emotions i'm feeling, but is this what you humans call love?" your eyes widened at what he said. you blinked once, then twice, before taking his hands into yours.

"you're not joking, right? you're not playing with my feelings, right??" you looked up at him hopefully, and he nodded shyly. you gave him a hug and he felt your breath against his ear. "you don't know how long i was waiting for you to say that.."

♫♪♩i've never been so fragile

gone were those times, and now you both went your seperate ways. xiao would be lying if he said he hadn't loved you. this was for your safety, he reminded himself.

♫♪♩its been a year and forty days, since you picked me up and swept me away

as you ran down the stairs of wangshuu inn, tears welling up in your eyes once again as you ran as fast as you could to liyue harbor.

it was already night when you arrived to the harbor. running through the bustling streets of liyue, you accidentally bumped into someone. tears still rolling down your face, you quickly apologized before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

you looked up and saw that it was kazuha, a friend of beidou's. you only saw him once when beidou offered you a tour of her ship.

"k-kazuha?" you looked at him, tears still running down your cheeks.

"are you alright? what's got you so upset, dear?" he asked you, confusion painted all over his face. you realised you were still crying and quickly wiped away your tears. kazuha, not knowing what else to do, he pulled you into a tight embrace. he always had a teeny crush on you, seeing you around the harbor everytime beidou and her crew stopped by liyue and feeling his heart beat faster in his chest, but he overheard you and beidou talking about your s/o, xiao.

you were surprised, but you wrapped your arms around him, returning his embrace. ah, a breakup.

"i'm here.. you're alright."

"i'm sorry.. i don't want to be a bother." you said, tightening your hold on kazuha's body.

he pulled away to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "you could never be a bother to me, y/n."

for some reason, in that moment, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

[feelingthedisaster]

some parallels i can think of right now:

first of all, it's their relationship with thalia (to some extent). yeah, we all know jason and thalia are siblings, and during the first years of jason´s life they had a sibling bond. thalia was jason's older sister, but considering their mother's neglect, we can assume she also took the role of the "third parent" (when in a dysfuntional family the oldest sibling is more like a parent to the youngests than a sibling like they should be). then, jason gets kidnapped (?), thalia runs away and she mets annabeth. annabeth, a girl with similar looks of her lost brother, almost the same age as he and we could even argue a similar personality. for thalia, annabeth it's like the female version of the brother she lost. she and luke "adopt" her and she becomes annabeth older sister figure (and probably third parent) just like she did with jason

also they lost/are going to lose their relationship with her. after heroes of olympus, when jason and thalia re-meet, they never get the chance of trying to repare their lost bond because jason dies before that. then there is annabeth, annabeth is going to grow up, get old, die but not thalia. thalia is going to live forever. plus, the hunters go in separate way of the camp, there isnt much time to hang out (i dont know if this changes after trials of apollo because i havent finished them yet)

they were both forced to grow up early. jason, raised by wolfs and a soldier for camp jupiter before his age was doble digits and annabeth, runaway at seven and the perfect warrior for the gods. both of them lost their childhood so they could become perfect for god's purposes, the perfect demigod, the perfect soldier

they are both leaders of their camps (yes, reyna was preator and percy just as leader as annabeth, im not saying they werent leaders, and yes, in the books its more explicit percy's and reyna's leadership but jason and annabeth were both as important and as leaders as them)

im pretty sure there is more but i cant remember them now, feel free to reblog and add other parallels

who cares about the percy/jason parallels, i want the annabeth/jason parallels

[faemen]

I WOULD LOVE 2 B NINJA RIVALS W YOU/GEN…and I wanna ask so many things but I don’t even know what 2 ask HEHEHSJS

OKAY IF YOU WANNA BE IN NARUTO. first off let's get you started with a village. i'm assuming you'd wanna be in leaf BUT i'll tell you about the others anyways. there are technically a LOT but as they say pretty early on, we have the five main actual "ninja villages". also where you're at, most of the other villages arent really relevant yet and you havent met most of the characters from them, buuut-

hidden mist - or "kirigakure". led by the mizukage. land of water. lots of water style users. as its name implies, it is SUPER misty- but another name it was once known by? "the bloody mist". this is because the exam for genin was killing all your classmates! akatsuki is rumoured to have started here. seven ninja swordsmen ail from here (eg. zabuza and kisame), as well as haku, kimimaro, and mei!!

hidden cloud - or "kumogakure". led by the raikage. land of lightning. this village is set in the mountains, so it quite literally is in the clouds. since it's in the land of lightning, a lot of characters from here have lightning style chakra natures :O they were trying to collect other village kekkei genkai (bloodline traits etc, example the hyuga byakugan) at one point, so they're kinda hostile w the leaf for a bit. characters from here include a, killer b, c, karui, omoi, and darui!!

hidden leaf - or "konohagakure". led by the hokage. land of fire. so lot of fire style natures! this is where most of our main story takes place!! this village is very familiar with forest terrain, and has the hokage rock ofc with all the hokages carved into it :D well known for the huuge number of prestigious clans that reside here, like the uchiha, hyuga, nara, etc. characters from here... most of the main cast HKDGHGG

hidden stone - or "iwagakure". led by the tsuchikage. land of earth, lots of earth style users, you know the drill by now. this place's architecture is cool bc it literally is kind of.. carved from the surrounding rocks and stuff? all its buildings and all that? this place is interesting bc even in times of peace, the tsuchikage did a lot of things behind the other villages back, such as hire the akatsuki many times. characters from here include deidara, kurotsuchi, and onoki.

hidden sand - or "sunagakure". led by the kazekage. land of wind. this place is in the desert, yep :] the village itself is set in this sort of.. valley, i guess? surrounded by cliffs and stuff. this place has a LOT of "puppet style" shinobi, which is basically.. using strings of chakra to control puppets, which are also designed in the village. they had a whole section for it and everything. notable characters who come from this village include gaara, kankuro, temari, sasori, and chiyo :]