#HENLO HERE IS THE ANGST

[lostgracestories]

Henlo! If you're okay with it, do you have any headcanons for how Morgott and Mohg would handle the news that their S/O was captured, but nobody can find them so they are presumed dead? S/O survives but has to deal with the worst of their injuries before making it back home. I hope this isn't too specific, I just like to see how they would handle their grief for their S/O without actually killing their S/O (plus I am a hurt/comfort enthusiast). Love your writing and hope you're having a great day :)

This is so absolutely angsty and horrendous and I LOVE IT (hurt/comfort ftw <3) also thank you! I love writing for y'all!

Anyways, here's how I believe the twinsies would react to such a thing! (not proofread cause I'm lazy, lol)

wc: 871 tw: implied kidnapping, blood mention, injury, implied death, severe angst </3, honestly should I just use Elden Ring as my tw? lmao

Desperately and so Hopelessly Broken

Mohg

Mohg had been reeling over you for the past week since you had gone missing. Any and all plans he had were obliterated and all his resources went into finding you. He could not bear the thought of his little dove in danger.

Mohg could have sworn his legs had buckled when Varre returned to him with a cloth from one of your garments, soaked in blood and dirt. He was in denial. There was no body, you weren't truly gone... were you?

After three extra days of searching and turning up nothing, Mohg finally relented, to his utter dismay, and retreated into his favorite space in the mausoleum. It all felt so empty now. Every space he looked he could see you, smiling brightly and calling his pet name... "my heart"

For weeks the grief tore at him, ate him away. Some nights he refused to sleep, frightened that those awful nightmares would return, your soul seemingly haunting his very existence, ripping his heart from his chest.

When you showed up nearly a month after the horrible incident, he stared at you. It was the dead of night and your clothes were tattered and bloody. At first, Mohg thought it to be another one of his painful nightmares. That was until the familiar scent of you filled his senses. He barely remembered how quickly he had scooped you up into his arms, tears rolling past his fiery orange eye and dampening your cheek as he nuzzled into you.

You remember wincing in pain as Mohg snatched you up so desperately but the sheer relief of seeing him again washed away any pain you were feeling as you cupped his rough tear stained face in your hands. You reassured him, told him you were real, thanked him for working so hard to find you, and reminded him that none of this was his fault. After that, he never could let you leave his dynasty. And for the time being, that was fine with you.

Morgott

Morgott had made you promise to return to him before 8 that night. When the clock had passed 9, he assumed you were caught up in enjoying yourself at the shops. However, the moment the clock struck 10, he was out of his study and flying through the halls, his tail swiping all over in rapid thumps.

Morgott wasted no time in getting his cavalry men sent after you. he instructed them to leave no area undisturbed no matter how discrete it was or how small. He had even gone searching for you in the shunning grounds, a place he so very much despised. All of it was to no avail.

Weeks. Weeks it had been since you had vanished. Morgott was a mess. He had tried to distract himself by keeping up with work but none of it mattered. He couldn't keep his worries away from you. He prayed to the erdtree and frankly any God who would listen, that you would return to him safely.

When one of his cavalry men barged into his study so abruptly, for a moment, Morgott's heart raced, hope rising in his chest. He swore the plummet he experienced when he saw your bloodied travel pack in the man's hand was the most gut-wrenching feeling he had ever felt. He could smell it, it was your blood...

If Morgott had been a mess before, now he was utterly shattered. He had tried to convince himself to keep looking but he needed his men back in their positions and it had been nearly a month. The hope bleeding in his heart was merely an occasional drip now. Every time he was handed a report from his cavalry men, a piece of him held out hope that they had finally found you. But thus, it could not be so.

Morgott forced himself back to work, vigorously drowning himself in piles upon piles of paperwork, letters, contracts, etc. It was the only thing that kept his mind off of you.

Morgott nearly choked on air when one of his men came rushing to his room not short of yet another month without you. The man, armor smeared with dried blood wrenched Morgott from his seat, a knowing look washing over him when the man nodded and swiftly guided him to the infirmary.

The moment Morgott had his sights upon you, the most gut-wrenching sobs erupted from the knot he had been holding in his throat. He could barely keep his eye open as his trembling hands closing around his lover's cheeks as he took in the scent of you, the warmth of your skin, and the gentle sparkle in your eyes that he had so missed. For once in his life, the omen king could not find words and you instead offered him a soft smile, brushing your fingers over the backs of his hands to prove to him that you were alive.

After this, Morgott only let you leave if he or his projection was with you. If neither were feasible, it would take you desperately begging to convince him to let you go to the shops with one of his cavalry men. To be honest, you did not mind... it just reminded you of how much he truly cared for you.

[aziraphales-library]

Henlo!

Im having a craving for some Book-Canon or partial Book-Canon with Hurt/Comfort or Angst with Crowley being the one Hurt/in distress/whump-ed/etc. , and thought I'd ask for some recommendations, since its really hard to find bookcanon fics nowadays, i thought maybe you encountered some

Thank you so much!

We have a #book omens tag. Here are a couple of newer fics that use book canon and a couple of older fics (if in doubt, go back in the search results to before the show was out!)...

Anytime. by sergeant_smudge (T)

There's icy water in his lungs, and he can't seem to remember that he doesn't need to breathe. Thoughts while drowning and a rescue.

A Strange Feeling With Regard to You by KannaOphelia (G)

Aziraphale and Crowley have drifted into congenial retirement in the South Downs together. They're closer than they have ever been���until Crowley is violently taken from Aziraphale. They say you don't know what you've got until it's gone.

Thy Demon Doth Grow Cold by wick_de_la_vela (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale, married for several years by now, take a much deserved holiday. Then Crowley goes missing.

Mimicry by Macx (M)

Something has been stolen from both Heaven and Hell... by a human. It's up to Aziraphale and Crowley to get it back. And it's much more than meets the eyes.

A Blessing and a Curse by black_katana (T)

Adam told them they’d be left alone. But Crowley hadn’t gotten this far without being paranoid- which is, in fact, a well adjusted response to having spent any time at all in Hell. Which is why he’s not actually all that surprised at Hastur once again showing up in his flat for some unsanctioned, good old-fashioned revenge- and a with a curse for good measure. Afterwards, Crowley will need the help of Aziraphale, his closest friend- and also the object of his long term affections that he's never acted on- to figure out how to prevent the curse from becoming permanent. - This story takes place after the events of the book. The characters are very much influenced by the book, but some elements from the TV show do creep in.

Don't Play With Holy Water by ImprobableDreams900 (M)

When the Bentley goes missing, Crowley isn't sure what to make of it. Unbeknownst to him, a certain lurking demon is waiting to settle an old score...

- Mod D

[mochiwrites]

HII MOCHIII!!I hope you're having a good dayy!!

I have three questions about the secret husbands au!

*ahem*

how did scar feel about grian and mumbo having a robo child? will they have their own children? and what's their biggest argument? (gotta feed me some angst author) Thank youuu!! love your AUs very muchhh!!

henlo!!

I think scar found grumbot very cute !!! he heard grian needed diamonds for him and happily offered some of his own. I don’t think scar is quite the type to get jealous of their friends (now total strangers are a different story), so he’s ??? pretty chill about grian and mumbo having grumbot

they probably won’t have their own kids? I’m not too into fan kids and let’s be honest. scar and grian as parents would be a Disaster

biggest argument… to be honest I can’t really think of anything? I’m purposefully avoiding angst with this au outside of their backstories — I don’t really want to do angst here. if anything there’ll be things that fall into hurt/comfort territory. but scar and grian getting into a argument? ehhhhh that’s not smth I want to focus on

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

🐝🪳🪰

henlo!! (bops you on the nose) thank you for these great questions! im overflowing with fics i nEED to rec!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i realized all of these fics are longfics and that u may not necessarily enjoy reading those; feel welcome to drop me the same bugs in my inbox and ill do a short version for you <3)

🐝 recommend a fic with great symbolism, or themes, something really clever, or, like. just something you could write a whole literary essay about!!!

there are honestly so many fics i could write a literary essay about so im restraining myself to the first option

within us an orchard by mintyfish (guckindieluft). QY, WOH, pre-canon/canon divergence, wenzhou, tian chuang era, secret garden-esque, grief/mourning, identity shenanigans, injury tending, murder husbands, M. zhou zishu, leader of tianchuang, enlists the mysterious intruder he caught in the middle of stealing into his manor to garden work. while they heal his miserable excuse of an inner courtyard garden, zhou zishu also finds his will to live.

something something nature, grief, intersections:

By month's end, the north-facing branches of the plum tree were as black and twisted as the half-consumed wreckage of a house fire. If he stood on his roof, Zhou Zishu could see the flecks of budding plum trees painted across the city. His might just be slower—but a hard dark certainty had taken up residence in his gut. It wasn't going to bloom. In a week, Zhou Zishu would drive the second nail into his meridians.

Wen Kexing's approving little nods couldn't mask what was surely now obvious to both of them: Zhou Zishu had created a killing jar. Was it really so surprising that everything in it was dying?

But then, the book said—fire. Really, of all the things Zhou Zishu had done in the garden these weeks, treating the plum tree should have been the most familiar: cut down what must be cut down, cauterise what might be saved, and burn out the rot before it could spread. Court factions, families, trees—contain them or kill them, the tools were the same. Whether the tree would survive, the book could not tell him.

🪰 recommend a fic that makes you sad (in the best way!!)! Some great angst and/or hurt/comfort!

ripple by notoneoftheheroes. QY, WOH, pre-canon/canon divergence, wenzhou, alternative version of events, identity shenanigans, happy end, whump, angst, siji manour, M. a trick allows zhou zishu to move his sect back to the jianghu, (almost!) out from under the thump of the crown prince. but his sect, the family of his choosing, gets more and more dissatisfied with the choices zhou zishu makes to maintain that delicate balance and ensure their survival, and things start to tighten around zhou zishu‘s throat. will he lose everyone he loves? zhou zishu is an unreliable narrator in this one, and as things get worse and worse with the sect members he views as his family here, you can watch as each side makes terrible choices that lead them almost to a terrible end.

the two headed dragon by lisbeth_laufeyson. WOH alternative canon universe, childhood friends to lovers, angst, grief/mourning, manipulation, optimistic but open end*, E. out of the shadow, someone wants siji manour ill. things take a turn for the worse when wen kexing himself, one of the two leaders of tianchuang, gets fatally wounded and almost dies. over the course of his long coma, zhou zishu is vulnerable and falls into dark waters while trying to save his sect. this fic really examines zhou zishu‘s potential for committing atrocities, caused by his desire to do good and stoked by someone he trusts but shouldnt. you know who is behind it, thats not a spoiler, but they dont, and it hangs over the story like a dark cloud. this fic comes with a major character death tag! as with the last chapter that is not up to date anymore! there is a sequel! *important edit for clarification: its a bad ending! the only thing that could inspire u to be optimistic about it is that the person u think is dead turns out to not be dead!

🪳 recommend a great AU!

in a city sorrow built by wearealltalesintheend. WOH pre/canon divergence/alternative universe, family of choice, grief/mourning, fluff, T. the ghost valley is no place for a child, and thus wen kexing grows up on top of a mountain with an old monster, a goofy swordsmith, and a grieving old lady. yet, he clutches that glooming coal of rage and sorrow close to his chest, and decades later his revenge unfolds. i loved this so much for how it changes basically everything about wen kexing‘s backstory, and thus creates this alternative universe in which wen kexing Has It Better, but manages to examine how in the end it only marginally makes an impact on his desire for revenge and chaos. i loved the different faces of mourning and grief and how here, even more people join the collection of loved ones wen kexing loses. only now he truly isnt alone in his grief and he‘s arguably better emotionally prepared for it. this is a wip!

bug me for fic recs!!!!! do it!!!!!!!!

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

Henlo! For this DWC Friday.... I am curious about Hal & Talenna. 🌚 there’s a price to be paid for the things that we do.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I had a fun time with this one. Its as though the snow started up just to set the atmosphere for it. I didn't strictly quote the prompt in this one but it is definitely a theme, as I think it is with all Wardens to an extent, when the price you pay is the luxury of a longer life. Hope you enjoy ;w; for @dadrunkwriting

Rated G: Bittersweet, Angst-Lite, ~630 words

The Price That We Pay For The Things That We Do, And Steps That We Take To Compensate | By Exalted_Dawn

Ink pooled against the final press of quill to parchment, wetting the page in a perfect, round puddle as the rest of the words she had written were set and drying. The charcoal bleed had stained her fingers and the edge of her palm where it had brushed against page, but it could be washed off later. It was the words she had captured that would stain her the longest, summarized in chicken scratch but echoing perfectly in the deeper corners of her mind. She had made sure to remember them all in perfect detail– at this point the written recounting was little more than insurance. A way to keep her client’s paranoia at bay. 

Though, this particular client did not give her that distinct impression. Throughout the entire process, he had been distant. A faint presence even while sitting in front of her. His eyes, milky white and rimmed with purple shadow, had remained elsewhere as he spoke– pinned on the swirling snow outside the tent she had requested he meet her at. Watching as his footprints were slowly erased beneath the flurry and his trail wiped away by time. As was the way of things. But then, she supposed they had both gathered here to fight that fate, if only by a little. 

“Is there anything else you would like added?” she asked, her voice quieted beneath the blanket of winter. “Anything particular you would wish to be remembered? I can promise that the events will be presented as they happened, but I get the feeling that this was meant to be more than just a history...” 

Her words trailed off, leaving room for a response, but Warden Mahariel’s eyes remained fixed on the tent entrance. Not pointedly. Not with purpose. Just… fixed. 

Talenna frowned.

A history could have been found in any number of books. Talenna was certain the events of his had been recorded more times than could be counted. If that had been all he was after, then she doubted he would have come here at all.

But she was a storyteller, not a historian. And what most separated story from history was its heart– a message.

She sighed. “...What do you want him to remember most, lethal’lin?” 

Ever so faintly, the Warden’s face pinched with purple shadow– a bitter thaw. He lowered his face, tracing the lines and blackened skin of his palms in thought. Talenna tracked the bob of his throat as he forced himself to swallow. He had talked much today, and the day’s air was not kind for so many words, but she needed these ones. They were the most important.

“That I never stopped fighting,” he whispered at last, his voice choked. “For the Dalish… for the city elves...” 

For him, and for a cure. Morrigan had told her.

“For the future,” she added softly, and nodded. With a final blow to her pages, she tucked them away into the safety of a leather satchel and stood. “It will be done. When the story is finished, and time has done its work, I will be sure to find him and deliver it to his ears personally.” 

His hand clenched tight. “You don’t have to do that.” 

“I know.” Talenna turned and took a step towards the tent flap. “But I will.” 

It was her promise as a storyteller, to make sure his message was delivered. To the People, aye, but also his people. His family. 

If the Warden at her back had any further objections he did not speak them, and so Talenna considered her work done. With a deep breath in, scented slightly of death, and the story of Warden Halevune Marahriel heavy in her heart, Talenna braced herself and stepped out into the swirling snow.

[jenahid]

henlo i am compiling all the recs from the notes of the you've got mail -> you've got kudos post (

https://www.tumblr.com/jenahid/74272145656746803

) and can u plz tell me the name of the reylo fic u mentioned 😂😂😂

Took me forever to find it! But here you are @queermarzipan

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/37738219"><strong>once upon a trope (i found you)</strong></a> (14069 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Inayaluic"><strong>Inayaluic</strong></a><br />Chapters: 14/14<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Star%20Wars%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">Star Wars - All Media Types</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Star%20Wars%20Sequel%20Trilogy">Star Wars Sequel Trilogy</a><br />Rating: Explicit<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren<br />Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rose Tico, Armitage Hux, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron<br />Additional Tags: Minor Armitage Hux/Rose Tico, Minor Poe Dameron/Finn, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unsafe Sex, Friends to Lovers, Tropes, All The Tropes, Discussion of Pregnancy, Ben writes fanfics, Soft Ben Solo, Mutual Pining, Secret Identity, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Smut, Embedded Images, Texting, Social Media AU, Textfic, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Discussion of A/B/O, Fluff and Angst, Ben and Rey are Oblivious, Angst, Why communicate when you can have sex instead, A/B/O Roleplay, Sort Of, Ben just shows Rey where the glands would be, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy, idiots to lovers<br />Summary: <p>After Rey mentions she doesn’t understand the point of Galaxy Wars fanfiction, Ben asks her to give it a chance. If she agrees to read seven different fics about her favorite characters, he will buy her meals for a week.</p><p>It's not long before Rey finds herself swept up in the world of fanfiction, and somewhere along the way, she realizes that all of her favorite fics were written by the same author.</p><p>There is just something about the way RadarTechnician writes that speaks to her very soul. Maybe she should reach out to let them know just how much she loves their work.</p>

[fifi-goes-to-hollywood]

Hey hi henlo, another fic of mine published!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: anxiety, graphic description of a panic attack, internalized queerphobia, usage of slurs, implied queerphobia

I planned to publish it in September, but life happened. And listening to Myslovitz in too big amounts. Hence the angst.

Either way, take your tissues and enjoy the fic! 💋

PS to all 18+ Poles here: next week, on 15th October I want to see you queuing and going to your local polling station! I want y’all to GO VOTE! (Don’t forget about denying the referendum ballot, only take Sejm and Senat ones!)

[creppersfunpalooza]

henlo can u tell me more about juniper she is so cool i think

i have had this sitting in my ask box because i didn’t know how to respond for some reason but uhhhmm shes pretty cool and she likes space and astrophysics a lot and was kind of the voice of reason in her relationship with koi and is probably the only reason he graduated in the first place. when he got the initial letter thing that the d.a. sent she was like “man that’s sketchy as fuck but like… if it’ll make you happy sure” and she still carries that guilt that she kind of just. let him go missing. she’s also close friends with eshima but when eshima went to law school they kind of lost contact. she got into a university and started considering a career in her dream field and that works out for a few years until she gets a letter that’s kind of like “hey remember your boyfriend yeah uhm something happened can u help pretty pleaaase here r some coordinates xoxoo” and everything kind of just comes rushing back and while she’s kind of managed to move on she’s still a bit upset over everything and wants closure so against her better judgement she gets involved with everything. things do not end well. in fact they end terribly. there’s a bit more but uuuhmmm yeah 👍

she’s very smart and gets screwed over by the narrative

here’s an older doodle of her character progression except it’s a little inconsistent

also fun fact before the rewrite there was a whole mind control thing and like she fucking killed someone while under mind control and just like shut down like “oh fuck i did that” but even though that’s great for angst it wouldn’t make as much sense in this rewrite because i’ve decided that despite everything i think TBR would be morally against mind control (but not manipulation!)

gore and blood cw

[soapyghost]

Had to update my age on here and it gave me a heart attack I feel so old. T_T (my birthday was October 12th where my fellow libras at)

Henlo again friends. I know it’s been a hot minute but I’m finally feeling a spark of inspo and now I wanna write an angst John price piece based on the song “Strangers” by Kenya Grace. Oop.

[lvcdrms]

henlo!! i’m still setting up this blog but atm i’m really looking for plots for a specific oc i’m dying to write. looking for romantic as well as platonic plots, preferrably on discord. i have loots of muse so if you’re willing to give him a chance be prepared for enthusiastic plotting & headcanons (heads up, i usually keep my muses private but this is an exception!)

about the oc! his name is dew thanayut, he’s a jeff satur faceclaim. around 28 yo. bisexual. a thai singer-songwriter, something of a rising star. independent artist, also ex-kpop idol who left the industry very traumatized, but has healed a lot since then. a history major in his spare time as well. very passionate about music. a hardworker, cat dad, outgoing introvert, hopeless romantic but kinda slow to fall in love & to actually open up to people in general. his full bio can be found right here (beware that the docs is kinda graphic heavy, but please check out at least the trigger warning session!)

i’m leaving a few plot ideas down below, but i’m open to pretty much anything, so feel free to bring me any beloved muse you wanna write or think would fit. however, muse has to be 24+ for romantic plots. my rules are on this blog’s pinned. if you’re interest, like this or just hit me up!

 plot ideas!

any connection that is professional at first, that being how they grow closer; can be another artist collabing with him (on a song or cover, on a photoshoot, even a mv cameo), a photographer, a producer, a stylist, etc. maybe they just play or used to play at the same bar;

good old “celebrity” romance! maybe they meet through a collab, or at an event, or through a mutual friend, or because your muse is an actor & dew is working on the ost for their new series. cue dating rumors (whether or not they’re really dating at the time), maybe some angst with bitter people online speculating it’s a pr relationship or dew is trying to take advantage of your muse’s fame, etc;

good old idol&celeb plot, whether platonic or romantic. dew’s always tried to connect with fans, and when he was beginning his solo career this was particularly easier since the fanbase was so small he could memorize names, faces,  personalities, etc. maybe muse can be a fan since then and they’ve met dew a few times, or they’re new to the fandom, or they were a fan of his ex-band that dew still recognized years afterwards and they’ve become friends since meeting again. many possibilities actually.

his first girlfriend! the one who was an idol in the same company as him. they did have a very loving and supportive relationship, but they lost touch after breaking up since they were living in different countries. dew just worries for her and wishes he’d manage to hear of her. can be romantic or platonic honestly, i’d love this muse, but please mind the triggers in their backstory.

any of his ex-bandmates (please mind the triggers in their backstory!), or anyone dew’s met while still in seoul and hasn’t seen in a while;

this plot;

friends in general, or childhood friends, or collegemates, or neighbours, or people with a shared history. even family (can be distant family). ordinary slice of life-ish plots are more than welcome. single parents muses are welcome too, just saying.

 extra! I’m 100% willing to write dew in different moments of his career, and up for flashbacks as well. keeping the options open.

[needlxd-a-blog]

@cmprssd || hero/redemption au feels

Kitiara is... ashamed, truthfully. To look someone she called a father in the eyes after deserting the league to become a hero. All for the sake of the winged pro she calls a brother.

Shame and doubt fill her mind suddenly. What had she been thinking? She was born for villainy, had been so damn good at it. She had s family in the league. She thought she had been prepared for the pain her betrayal would cause. Hell, it's been easy to fight Dabi, since they never really got along. Toga's easy enough to fight too. And Kitiara has had the fortune to avoid Shigaraki.

But coming face to face with Atsuhiro again makes her want to break down and cry. She can't draw her weapon on him nor create her needles to fight. All she can do it collapse to her knees with tears in her eyes.

'I'm sorry.' She can't manage to sign it, nor speak it. She only mouths the words, and it just makes her feel worse. At the very least, he deserves to hear an apology, even if it would do no good. And she can't even manage that.

[infernil]

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

soft angst | accepting (selectively!)

"i'll take that into advisement," she growls, looking out from the outcropping of rock that keeps them hidden. "but if you want to live long enough to continue being a brat, you need to be. silent." marie regrets the harshness of her words as she says them, but irritation crawls, insistent and rampant, on her skin. adam is welcome to complain as much as he would like when they're to safety. marie would understand, even. but right now, she needs adam to be silent, obedient. she'd been hesitant to split up with fedyor, and she regretted the decision now they'd gotten wind of druskelle nearby. "i apologize if i've been coarse, but i need to keep you safe. that is my priority."

[khresme]

From the past to the present, it seemed as though there were more pressure upon her than there had been on their line in the whole of House Fleuret. At least, not since the first. It was why Lunafreya had sequestered herself in the Cathedral of the Six wherein a cathedral ring of columns encompassing the altar porcelain white blinded by a vaulted ceiling that let in sunny rays to shine upon it and filter through sheer curtains that descended from the ceiling above. It was always a beautiful place to be alone when the Manor proper felt like a suffocating refuge for her thoughts. Genuflected on a kneeler, privately did she hoist her devotion--until footsteps interrupted her meditation.

Lunafreya paused it to look over her shoulder, surprised to see a blonde encompassed in a heavenly glow. Except, she knew who this was. Rising from the kneeler slowly, she descended the tiers of the alter. 

“Wait--I know you. You’re my great-grandmother, aren’t you? Your likeness hangs in the halls of our ancestors.”

@ofdivineright

[gravessyard]

To Have Loved and Lost Ch. 2

Notes from the Crypt: Henlo, thank you for your patience. I must admit this chapter has gone in a different direction than I have in my notes, but I hope its still satisfactory, chapter 1 can be found here

Tags: GN!Reader, angst with a slightly happy ending

Summary: Following the events of chapter 1, you can't possibly think this can get any worse, right?

Week 8 started with you finding out the supposed love of your life was cheating on you with the acting grand master. You felt empty and alone, the pain in your chest now a dull ache while you let Kaeya lead you back to his apartment that thankfully wasn’t that far of a walk. He was softly speaking to you, surely words of reassurance and comfort but you couldn’t hear him, having tuned him out for a while. Mentally you felt exhausted, you felt foolish, most of all you felt embarrassed that you let Diluc Ragnvindr lead you around while having feelings for another. You wanted to hate him, to hate both him and Jean, and maybe in the future you will, maybe you’ll keep this grudge and let it fester, let it destroy you from the inside like a parasite that eats away at its victims. For now, however, you just wanted to lay down and sleep for a very, very long time.

“Here we are… Make yourself comfortable, yeah?”, Kaeya spoke softly, setting you down on the couch and plopping down right beside you, your hands still in his. He was concerned about you, he can’t imagine how much you were hurting, but he was also concerned because your hands were still ice cold from the momentary loss of control you had over your vision from earlier. He watched your face, taking in your empty expression while also checking for any signs of frostbite, all while his thumbs rubbed over your palm to try and regulate your temperature. He contemplated going to grab a blanket to wrap you in when you seem to snap from your daze and look up at him.

“Back then… You said you had your suspicions…”, you looked Kaeya in his eye, if he wasn’t so good at keeping up appearances, he would have flinched with the look you had in yours, it was akin to looking a predator in the eyes, all sharp and observing. He stared at you for an extra few seconds, weighing his options on whether he should tell you of his observations now or to insist you get some rest. He chose to try and poke the beast.

“y/n… I think it would be in your best interest if we waited until- “, he paused when he felt the air grow cold, just enough to be able to see his breath when he sighed, he figured in your current state he wouldn’t be able to get you to listen to his suggestions. Your stubbornness was something he admired and found adorable, but sometimes it also came back to bite him in the ass. Resigning, he told you everything he knew, no detail was left out and he could see how much it was hurting you, with how hard you were trying to hold back your tears and how your hands trembled when he finished. Like a naïve lover, you had hope that Diluc only had an impulsive fling, you hated that you still had hope to fix things with him, to start over with him even, but this was just confirmation that the comfortable lifestyle you had with the winemaker ended abruptly. The memories you shared with him, the moments that meant the absolute world to you, now crumbled in the same way you started to crumble before Kaeya, tears flowing freely now. He pulled you into his arms, allowing you to cry in his embrace once again while you accepted the fact that you’ll never be able to return to Diluc, you’ll never see the way he used to smile at you. You’ll never be able to kiss his lips, as sweet as the grape juice he loved to drink. Instead, you’re faced with the fact that Jean has replaced you, and you cry harder over how easy they were able to just push you and your feelings aside, as if you were nothing.

Kaeya lost track of how long you cried, lost track of how long he’s been rocking you back and forth, rubbing your back and pressing his cheek against the crown of your head, continuing even after you cried yourself to sleep. Picking you up carefully, he carried you to his bedroom where he tucked you into his bed and slipped in next to you, eye never leaving your sleeping face. He had an inkling of an urge to go to the winery and give Diluc a piece of his mind, putting you through such a matter and making you end up in such a state was something Kaeya couldn’t sit by and let happen, but he also knew that you needed him now more than ever, so he must prioritize you first. Even though he told you of his observations, he left out a very important key detail that he was adamant you can’t know about; the long-standing pining Diluc and Jean had for each other before you made an appearance in Mondstadt. As someone who hailed from Inazuma, you weren’t involved in any of their lives until a few years ago, so you weren’t aware of the tension the two had with each other. Back then, you decided to visit Mond for a short time for business, but then the decree began, and you became stranded in the city of freedom. It took years before your nation was freed by the Traveler, and in those years Diluc had decided to settle for you instead of pursue something with Jean in fear of appearances. He was concerned for both his and Jean’s reputation if word got out that they had started dating, since he had very strong feelings about the Knights of Favonius. Even after he started dating you, it didn’t feel right with him, while he still he enjoyed spending his days with you, he knew deep down in his heart he wanted Jean. It was selfish of him, having these kinds of thoughts while pretending to love you, logically he should have broken up with you, and he had every intention to, but the day he was going to do so, Jean approached him, and it was like the tension snapped. That was last night when you walked in on them in the winery.

You woke up in an empty bed, head pounding from dehydration. You looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kaeya but it didn’t seem like he was in the room, the only thing you saw was a note on the nightstand, along with a glass of water. ‘Have some knight business to attend to, sorry I couldn’t greet you. Drink some water. Don’t hesitate to find me for anything -K’. Your heart fluttered for a split second, a small smile growing on your lips as you drank the water next to you, thankful that Kaeya was as kind as he was sly, you should buy him a drink for letting you cry all over him and spend the night, and you should also probably apologize for tackling the life out of him. First thing was first however, you were empty handed, all your belongings were at the winery, even the luggage you dropped in all the chaos that was last night. Your heart clenched at the thought of returning, the chance of running into Diluc was low but the mansion itself still held feelings that you’re still mourning over. If you held it off however, then you’d just continue to hold it off, and you’ll need to go back anyway for your travel permits if you wanted to return to Inazuma. It took you nearly an hour before you finally left the apartment, your gut twisting in anxiety as you left the gates of Mond, your hands breaking out into a sweat when you approached the front doors to the winery. The chance of Diluc being home was almost nonexistent, he was barely there when you were with him, so maybe if you’re lucky you’ll return to an empty mansion aside from the maids, Adelinde and Elzer.

You swear the archons must have it out for you because the moment you went to unlock the door, it swung open and you’re staring right at Diluc’s chest. You’re glued to the spot, refusing to look at his stupid handsome face while also willing your heart to stop beating so loud else he’ll hear it. Diluc also seems frozen, since he hasn’t moved either, but you can feel him staring at you, then you notice his hands clenching and unclenching, something you knew he did when he was gathering his thoughts. The tension was thick, and it was only growing thicker the longer you both stood there in awkward silence, there wasn’t enough doorframe for you to squeeze past him for what you needed, maybe you should be the one to move out of his way? A cough broke through your thoughts, and you finally looked towards his face, hoping you didn’t look as pathetic as you felt.

“Can we talk?”, his voice was low, barely above a whisper, but the question still sends a shock of anxiety down your spine, it’s a question no couple ever wants to hear but at this point would you two still qualify as a couple? You can refuse, insist you’re here for some important stuff and be on your merry way, but the devil on your shoulder insisted you needed closure, so you nodded and followed him to his study. The tension was still there, you both sitting at his desk in silence save for the sounds of him rifling through paperwork. He shouldn’t be as nervous as he is, this is the perfect opportunity to officially break up with you, but there was still something within him that made him hesitate. Maybe it was how red and puffy your eyes were, or how you still had a hint of hope in them when you looked up, maybe it was the guilt that was eating away at him for a long time now, being fully aware of what he was putting you through. Still, now is possibly the only opportunity he can say what he needs to say and put the relationship behind him.

“First, I want to apologize for what you walked in on. I didn’t want you to see Jean in such a state, so if you can keep quiet about it, I’m prepared to pay any price”, he began, and it was like you were speaking to a completely different person. You were confused, why was he acting this way towards you? He’s apologizing on Jean’s behalf. Where’s the apology for cheating on you? Where’s the groveling, the begging, and he’s prepared to pay for your silence? You had to look around for a quick second, convinced that you were being pranked in some way, but the room was empty save for you both.

“Secondly, I think its about time I explained, well, everything”.

It felt like you were in that room for hours, listening to Diluc go on about how your relationship was basically all a fraud. The more you listened, the more you wanted to just throw yourself off Starsnatch Cliff, the truth felt more scorching than the hot knives that have long been embedded in your heart, yet you sat in silence, nails digging painfully into your thighs. The story came out, how you were basically a rebound and he had no real intention to spend the rest of his life with you in the same way you wanted, in some sick and twisted way, he was testing you out to see if he was ready to move on from Jean, but obviously he failed. You swallowed hard, blinking tears away and looking at anywhere but him, because you knew if you looked at him, you’d just come crashing down again and damnit, you’re sick and tired of crashing. You’re a mix of emotions, but there is one that is quickly bubbling deep inside the more you thought about this new knowledge. Diluc truly played you like a fool, and you stupidly followed, like some lost puppy that he ended up kicking aside anyway.

“I know why you’re here as well… I figured you’d want your travel permits so I’ve taken the liberty to grab them ahead of time… I think this should wrap things up”, Diluc pushed a small stack of papers your way, your eyes going towards them to see your name staring back at you. You’re relieved for a few seconds, it saves the trouble of going into the bedroom to look for them, but that feeling was replaced by another surge of anger, this entire time it just felt like a business meeting. You stared at the papers, thoughts keeping you silent as you contemplated your final words to Diluc, you had so much you wanted to say, some questions even, but the more you tried to think of them, the more they slipped from your grasp. Diluc watched you, unable to read the expression you had, and he opened his mouth to ask you to leave, but was cut off when you leapt forward, your hand in a thick layer of ice colliding with his cheek, the force enough to knock him straight out of his chair. The punch was hard enough that it broke the ice right off your hand, landing in chunks next to his writhing form. He wasn’t going to lie and say it was unexpected, he was anticipating that by laying everything on the table you may react violently, but what he wasn’t expecting was how strong your hook was, and while using your vision at the same time, he was pressing his hand against the fresh gash he now had on his cheekbone.

“Fuck you, Diluc Ragnvindr. I didn’t deserve this and now you’ve ruined my life. I hope something else comes along and ruins your life with Jean too. Oh, and send the rest of my stuff to your brother, because I never want to see you again”, you huffed, your hand ached but you ignored it in favor of snatching your permits and storming out of the room and through the front door. Once outside, you set your hands on your knees and gulped in the fresh air, eyes closed tight to try and stop the oncoming tears. Never again will you cry for a man who never really gave you his heart, you refused to shed another tear for someone that selfish. Getting your bearings together, you took a deep breath and started the walk back to the city, you still had to do something for Kaeya after all. Walking through the entrance gates you were assessing the damage on your knuckles from the punch, they were a little bloody and ached like hell but after flexing them you knew they weren’t broken, maybe they’ll be alright after you put some ice on them. Being distracted by your battle wound, you bumped into a second body that day, you seriously must do something about that, and in the middle of your apology you saw that it was just the man you were looking for. Kaeya smirked at you, a sly comment on the tip of his tongue before he saw your knuckles and went into mother hen mode, cradling your hand in his and shooting off questions. Are you alright? Who did this? Was it a treasure hoarder? Is it broken?

“This? I punched your brother after I bumped into him at the winery… He said some stuff about our relationship and… I guess we broke up”, you shrugged it off as if you didn’t just get your entire world shattered a few minutes ago, and Kaeya could only gape at you like a fish out of water. He knew he had a weird feeling earlier during one of the meetings, it was like one of those sixth sense feelings that something horrible was going to happen, but he’s still glad that you didn’t get ambushed.

“I see… We can discuss that later, for now we should really get this treated”, he furrowed his brows in worry, his brother will be fine, he needs to make sure you’re taken care of. His heart skipped a beat when you laughed, it felt like ages since he last saw you smile let alone heard your harmonious laugh.

“I’ll be alright, you forget that I’ve had worse than this, oh! Can I take you out for a drink? I wanted to thank you for letting me spend the night and apologize for tackling the shit out of you”, you wrapped your wounded hand around one of his and began pulling him towards Angels Share, unaware of the way Kaeya was looking at you, with the adoration you longed for.

“You know I can’t say no to you doll, plus you still have to tell me all about your adventures in Inazuma”, Kaeya knew it was way too early to confess the feelings he’s had for you, but he had a good feeling that things were going to start looking up. You’re going to hurt for a while, but he hasn’t left your side ever since he got to know you and he isn’t about to abandon you now like his brother did. If only you knew how you had him wrapped around your finger.

Epitaph: This piece can also be found on AO3. I know there were some cries of justice against Jean, but with my mindset if I put violence against her, there was probably no way you wouldn't get kicked out of Mondstadt, so we get to give Diluc a solid punch instead. I think this is a pretty good end for this series, but rest assured I still have many ideas for other fics, so look forward to that :]

[flamingo-writes]

Hello! New follower here! I was wondering if you write for Sirius too? If you do, could you do #17 for him? If not, any Marauder you wish! Please and thank you!

Henlo and welcome!! And yes! Sirius is actually my top 1 favorite character in the entire franchise! I don't write enough about him tho 🤔 I have to change that.

17. "I can't sleep, can I stay here?" Although, I modified this a little bit.

Send me a Angst/Fluff Prompt and I'll write a small drabble.

Restless — Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

The summer was getting unbearibly hot, even at night. But that wasn't what what troubling you. As you continued to roll around the bed, restless, in the dead of the night, except for your loud thoughts, keeping you awake. Your anxiety closing in around you, drowning you, but not asphyxiating enough to drift you to sleep.

Things at home were complicated. They were not good. And thank any diety standing above, watching from afar, that your always gentle and loving uncle Fleamont was kind enough to offer you to stay with his family over the summer vacation.

Sure, they were also taking Sirius Black in after the stacking problems he had with his family. And now, they were taking you in as well. It made you feel like a burden, but your uncle Flaemont and aunt Euphemia continued to reassure you that you were not in any way a dead weight on them.

The anxiety was still hard to deal with. You looked at Sirius, as he was lying on the couch, the bed sheets James had lent him were thrown on the floor, as Sirius rolled over restlessly, shirtless, only wearing his boxers.

As you stepped down the last step of the stairs, the weight creaked under your weight as Sirius looked up, wondering who'd it had been.

"Hey" He greeted you with a soft whisper as you smiled at him, walking closer to the livingroom.

"I can't sleep..." You muttered as Sirius sat on the couch and looked at you with wide eyes. "Mind if I stay here?"

"N-no! Of course not! My couch is your couch!" He said patting the seat next to him as he smiled softly.

Poor boy was smitten. Truly smitten. Since you started hanging out more with them during your third year. But you were Prongs's cousin...Wouldn't James mind? Besides, he had the reputation of being a Don Juan, a Casanova, and by extension, a heartbreaker. And you being his hest friend's family...it made things complicated.

"Too hot to sleep, isn't it?" He said with his trademark cheeky smirk.

You chuckled.

"Yeah..." You muttered. "Is that why you can't sleep either?"

"That is why I am half naked and still can't sleep" He replied.

It wasn't the first time you saw Sirius like that. He was often sleeping shirtless, or walking around the common room shirtless on the weekends when he was too sleepy still to bother. And often the boys would go for a swim at the Black Lake. Seeing Sirius like this was nothing new to you. By this point you were unfazed.

He noticed the way your eyes were fixed on a specific point on the floor, lost in thought.

"Something's wrong?" He purred.

"Yeah...No..." You mouthed. "My...head...its too loud at the moment...and not exactly kind..."

He frowned softly, worried.

"Hey" He muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Idea—"

"This can't be good..." You replied with a chuckle.

"No, listen" He giggled. "Let's see what we can find in the kitchen, have a nice midnight snack...keep your mind busy so you don't have to be listening to whatever mean thoughts you're having...I can make a few jokes, but not too many because I don't want to wake everyone up" You laughed softly at his idea as you snuggled closer to him.

"And when do we sleep?"

"We'll eventually grow tired, don't worry" He said kissing your head, making your cheeks blush lightly as you thanked the only light in the room came from the streetlights filtering through the windows.

"Let's go then, Pads" You giggled.

—

The next morning, James woke up as his usual, annoyingly early time. Feeling tired for having gone to bed late, but being unable to keep sleeping once the sun rose. He yawned and lazily dragged himself downstairs, hearing soft sleepy mumbling as he made it to the livingroom.

Sirius and you were messily lying on the couch, not exactly snuggled next to each other, but your shoulders bumped together, your head resting against his chest, and his head against yours, with your legs spread towards opposite sides of the couch. Chatting back and forth, with lazy sleepy voices as he raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on.

"You guys are up early..." James said, making his presence known as both of you looked at him.

"What time is it?" You muttered.

"6:17..." James replied as Sirius chuckled.

"Shit, we didn’t get any sleep..." He said.

"What?" James asked confused.

"I couldn't sleep. Pads couldn't either..." You yawned.

"And apparently we chatted all night long" He said with a cheeky smile. "But now I could sleep..." He murmured.

"Too bad, because we've got tickets for the Quidditch game today"

"That's today?" Sirius asked suddenly sitting up straight as you groaned lazily since you were comfortably resting against him. "Sorry..."

"We still have a few hours before the game so, you can nap" James said raising an eyebrow picking up on the odd closeness the two of you had for the last few weeks.

"Thank Merlin..." Sirius sighed as he laid back against the backrest. "I can't believe I forgot about the game...I also can't believe we spent the entire night up"

"Me neither..." You sighed with a lazy smile. "Well, I will nap before going ro the game so...Wake me up one hour before we go..." You purred standing up and heading to the guest room.

Once you'd dissapeared upstairs, James slapped Sirius in the head.

"Yo– What the hell, Prongs?"

"Are you flirting with her?" James yelled in a whisper.

"I–" Sirius stopped and met his stare. "Okay listen–" James cut him off with another slap on his head.

"You're flirting with her!" James repeated.

"Stop hitting me!"

"What the fuck, Padfoot?"

"I like her okay?" Sirius snapped. "And not in a 'I'll take her out on a few days, and then ghost her' kinda way, I like like her, okay?"

"How long?"

"Remember that time Wormtail got stuck behind in the creek behind the large fridge in the kitchen at Hogwarts? We moved the fridge and it almost fell on the elves? Moony was pissed, and we were almost caught by McGonagall?"

James tried not to smirk at the memory. Peter was in his animagus form, and had gotten stuck, and while they tried to get him out, the elves flooded the kitchen and they had to speed up before any of them decided to call any of the teachers. Thanks to Moony the fridge didn't fall over, they were able to retrieve Peter and ran to the dorm where McGonagall was waiting for them, ready to scold them, when you'd popped up, carrying a bunch of books and covered them, saying they were in the library with you.

"Pads, I told you, don't forget the herbology book, and the first thing you do is leave it behind on the desk when you left..." you said handing him one of the books you were carrying. "You're welcome!" You lied, trying to make it more convincing although McGonagall didn't seem to completely buy your lie, but since you rarely got in trouble, she decided to give you the benefit of the doubt.

"Since then?"

"Yeah..."

"That was months ago"

"Yeah. And if you think about it, I have not gone on any dates nor tried flirting with any other girls!"

"You–" James sighed. "If you hurt her–"

"I won't, I promise!" He said, staring right into James's eyes, not looking away, trying to get his point across.

"Okay, I trust you" James said as he thought about the weird situation.

His best friend and his cousin...

[lordshaxx]

hey uhhh au where shaxx permanently loses his voice during the red war lol