#attempted angst

[sparklestormandsoda]

MasterList

KPDH

SFW:

Siren's Stage Series

Oni!fem reader x Huntrix

Demon!Reader - When God's Burn, Ch1

DemiGod!Reader:

Poseidon

Apollo

Artemis

Aphrodite

Heremes

Yandere:

1, 2

Rumi:

Steamy Makeout

Tatted!Reader Makeout

Masc Reader

Yes, Chef

Mira:

Actress!Reader x Mira

Zoey:

Too Shy

Singer!Reader:

TateMcRae!Reader x Huntrix

SabrinaCarpenter!Reader x Huntrix

MLPsinger!Reader x Huntrix

demon!idol!reader x Huntrix

Katseye!Reader x Huntrix

Polytrix:

Angst, Angst 2 + Part 2,

Barista!Reader

Guitarist!Reader

GetoSuguru!Reader

Fluff

Jealousy

Saja Boys:

Sweet Like Summer

Baby:

Doll!Reader x baby

American!Reader x baby

NSFW:

Rumi:

Claim What's Mine

rival!idol!reader x rumi

Angry Smash

g!pRumi x reader

Mira:

G!P Mira x Reader, Part 2, Part 3

g!p Mira

Bottom!Mira

Zoey:

BillieEilish!Reader x Zoey

FlightAttendant!Reader

Polytrix:

Your Light Found Me

SabrinaCarpenter!Reader x Huntrix

Rumi & Mira x Reader

Heat

RookieIdol!Reader x Huntrix

g!pHuntrix (seperate) x reader

Yandere:

"Escape"

Demon!Huntrix

[d3m0lix]

For the fifth day of angst-mas, Demo will give thee

VAMPIRE VIL

I swear I'm not dead, I'm just grinding since LaDs decided to ruin all my effort for school.

The vampire line up was not planned I s w e a r

There is a chance this is my least angsty one, it's sad ending. Mild impending doom. Is it my longest? Probably. Don't ask who hurt me. This is just fluff to angst?? I dunno. I know nothing.

SIMPYLINESSIMPYLINESSIMPYLINES

Vil laid over his moonlit pool, his nails gently gliding through the water without causing ripples. To be frank, he was bored with his immortal life. He's made a deal with a peculiar huntsman to keep him alive and left unbothered, but the simpler humans didn't know that.

He recently captured a human, keeping them tied up in the corner of the room like a worthless object, to which the human was in Vil's expensive eyes.

The human he caught was a spunky one, more head strong than most he's met. Yuu, the human, didn't scream or flinch by Vil's actions. Yuu was fine being left in the corner of the room, gazing at Vil.

"Little human," Vil sat up, his head pulling back until he was upright, his hair laying over his hauntingly beautiful eyes. "Why did you break into my castle? Did you seek to harm me? Every click Vil made echoed in the room, his words dropped in subtle venom. "Did you seek to steal from me?"

It took a moment for Yuu to snap out of their thoughts, trying to seem tough, but ended up looking like a defiant puppy. "I came to take back from what you've taken from my village."

The vampire scoffed, stepping to the side to observe this little pesky human better. "I don't believe I know what you're talking about," Vil's silk robes dragging along behind him with ease.

Yuu huffed, "You've stolen our gold. Drained us of our riches!" The human actually managed to stand up.

"Sit down," Vil smiles, a simple pat on the shoulders made Yuu tumble back against the wall. His fangs glimmered, fear slowly creeping into the little human. "Why is it your duty to come stop me, hm? Seems quite the hefty job."

The human's pout didn't escape Vil's gaze, and the human no longer spoke. Vil left the human in that room, leaving it to his servants to feed the human, and they quote "Vil said to fatten the human up".

Sometimes, when both the human wasn't being a brat and Vil wanted to be amused, they would have half-decent conversations. Vil explained the joy of feasting on humans, Yuu explained the joys of the sun. It was inevitable that the two eventually became friends.

One should never play with their.food.

"I'm sure that summer breeze is lovely, dear," Vil swayed, walking down the garden with his little human.

"And I'm sure you would enjoy it if you could go into the sun," Yuu smiled. It must've been some time, a few years, and Yuu has grown wonderfully while living with Vil. They were mature, a well poised adult. "Is it possible for vampires to ever be in the sun?"

Vil rolled his eyes at his silly human's question, "We could, but we get a nasty sunburn that scare, or we stay out too long and turn to dust."

Yuu quickened his pace when they reached the stairs, walking Vil up it. "I keep getting reminded how cold you feel in moments like this. Are all vampires cold or is it just your personality?"

"Well, I'd never!" Vil yanked his hand away, his scoff now sounding close to a laugh. "You're such a rude little human!"

Yuu laughed along, bringing Vil back to him, intertwining their fingers this time. "I'm your rude little human, Vil."

Vil should never have played with his food.

Vil sat beside the fireplace, reading a history book as if it's a comedy, his precious human resting on his lap. His fingers soft through their graying hairs. "You look like an old fossil."

Yuu turned over, looking up at Vil with a teasing grin. "Aren't you -what- several centuries old?"

"And don't I look beautiful?" The book as a lost thought, his fingers now brushing over Yuu's slowly growing wrinkles.

"The most beautiful in all the land, my queen," Yuu took Vil's hand and gently kissed the back of it, leaving a warmer feeling than the dancing fire near them.

Playing with food for too long will make it go bad.

It was another stroll in the gardens, Vil having to be the one to hold Yuu's arm as they walked. Yuu was weaker than he was many years ago, their hair gray, and they couldn't walk as fast as they wished. "My queen, you never fail to impress me."

Vil didn't notice the aging his close companion has gone through, he still saw the sweet, pesky human that broke into his castle. "What did I do this time to earn your praise?"

"Even after all these years, you still look the same," Yuu cooed. "My dearest and most beautiful queen will stand the rest of time."

"I know, you've said that these past few years." Vil carefully helped Yuu back up the stairs, not blinking twice at how fragile they were.

Yuu tried their best to move on their own, to not bother Vil too much. "I say it because who knows when I can again, y'know?"

"What an odd thing to say dear," Vil chuckled, his voice a melody to Yuu's ears.

Food should never go old.

Vil would try to bring Yuu out of bed to only find resistance that neither of them wanted. Perhaps his little human is going through another illness. He catered and helped his wrinkly prune of a human, but even time has limits.

Yuu could barely speak, living so long has consequences. They kept a smile, not wanting to worry his queen. They began to forget most words, their sight and hearing fading away. The only phrase Yuu seems to know how to speak is "My queen".

"My dear, can you hear me?" Vil's voice was a whisper, aware that Yuu couldn't hear him in that unbearable silence. He forgot humans grow old and wither, much like the plants in their garden. "My little human, would you like to go outside?"

Yuu barely responded, looking similar to a corpse full of life.

Vil knew it was time for bed as dawn came, a summer's day almost arriving, but he couldn't bare to have Yuu be in the coldness of night during their final moments.

Vil should never had left his food to grow old.

Vil took Yuu outside, carefully carrying them through the garden one last time. The sunlight began to tip over the horizon, burning Vil slowly.

He placed Yuu in a clearing, sitting them down, sitting before them to watch the final moments of their life. "My dear, doesn't the sun feel lovely?"

Yuu slowly looked up, being held by their cheek in Vil's cold hands. "My... Queen?"

"Yes, it's me dear." As the sun began to greet the world, everything becoming colors Vil has never experienced before, he smiled with his fangs. "You were right my dear, the sun feels lovely!"

Yuu smiled back, his old, beady eyes closing as he slumps against Vil, being held by ashen arms. "My queen, I... Lo..."

"I shouldn't assume, my dear," the pain of the sun was ignored, Vil didn't mind the scarring his body had. "I love you too, my pesky human. You poisoned my heart."

Vil slowly turned to ash, holding Yuu in his arms. If one were to walk to that clearing today, they would see an ashen corpse holding a withered skeleton, looking the most beautiful in the moonlight.

Sad little lines my poor dear

So. How we doing on this one-

[softlyimminenthellhound]

Red snow

Can be read as platonic or romantic, reader grew up around/with Garroth, either as a friend or sibling or partner. Angst. I've had this bouncing around my head way too long to really care about working it into a storyline but I might eventually retrofit it into something

You limp along, struggling through the snow with the help of your canine companion. It's so, so cold. Everything hurts. Can you even feel your feet? At least it's not snowing very hard.

Your canine. Their warmth seeps in where they've pressed against you for support. Your mind wanders.

You found them in the forest, probably abandoned or separated from their mother. It had taken a lot of convincing to get the old lord and head guard to let you keep the pup/cub. You took great care and pride in nursing and raising them, and they certainly rewarded your efforts, loyal and in tune with your commands and needs.

Their nose nudges your face, moist and warm compared to everything else. Compared to the snow your face is pressed into. When did you fall?

"...I'm fine..." You rasp out like it'll soothe them. You push yourself back up unsteadily, your limbs moving like they're part of a clumsy puppet.

You have to get back. You have to get back to Phoenix Drop. You can't die on them. You can't die on Lady Aphmau, when she's counting on you. You can't die on her. You can't die on Garroth. You're not sure how he'd—

You trip, aware of it this time as it pulls you out of your thoughts. Your furry companion whines and presses against you more firmly. You pet them, trying to calm them.

Despite your best effort to keep upright, your legs give out again, your body struggling to keep going with the warmth seeping from your wounds. It's so hard to breathe now, like no matter how much air you get it's not enough.

At least it's stopped snowing.

"...seek..." You command the canine weakly. They nudge at you with a whimper, laying down against you instead of obeying. As kind as the warmth is to you, you gather the will to push them away.

"...seek," You repeat firmly. "...go get... get Garroth..."

They reluctantly leave your side, looking back at you after taking a few steps before bounding off.

You're alone now. The cold has numbed your pain, at least. You're so... so tired. You don't even have the energy to turn enough that your face is out of the snow.

It's quiet out here. No animals or fauna around. The wind is gentle now, a soft rustle through your hair.

Maybe you should just rest.

You're starting to not even feel cold anymore.

Your eyes are so heavy.

So... so heavy.

You try to keep them open, but your vision is blurring. Not like there was much you could see anyways.

You think you might hear a howl.

Your mind is so fuzzy, all you can think of is home. How warm it would be if you were there.

You imagine hearing Garroth on his horse. The familiar soft clanks of armor.

You feel like you're floating. The cold is barely there now, just a soft sensation you can't be bothered with.

You might hear someone call your name, a familiar person, but it doesn't matter. Isn't it too early for you to need to be up?

The world feels like its moving. Maybe you're not actually in your bed. On a ship perhaps, then? Maybe you should try to wake up.

You think you might faintly hear... something. You're not sure what. It's probably nothing.

It's a bit warmer now. You feel... safe. You hadn't even realized you didn't feel that way before, but suddenly feel safe.

The warmth doesn't last, suddenly it's windy. It's less quiet, like someone is knocking at a door constantly.

Why would someone be knocking? You're not indoors.

That's right. You were bleeding out in the snow. You sent your canine to find Garroth so if nothing else he could have closure and a funeral.

You force yourself to focus, a difficult task, but you manage to break out of your head. Your head hurts a bit, and you can't see quite straight. It feels like you're in someone's arms, sitting somewhere less than comfortable. The knocking sound is clearer now, easier for you to identify the sound of a horse's gait, pushing through the snow as quickly as it and its rider dare.

You shift a bit, trying to get a look at who you're pressed against.

You see a familiar face, even through your fuzzy vision. Your movement causes Garroth to spare you a glance, his jaw setting as he forces himself to focus on where he's guiding the horse.

"You're going to be okay! We're heading towards a village right now!" He calls over the wind, shifting his hold to be a bit more secure.

You manage a hoarse hum as your head lolls again, vision fading slowly. He lets go of the reins with one hand to grip your torso tighter against his when he feels your head droop again. He doesn't let himself be distracted, focusing wholly on getting you help.

Your consciousness fully lapses, fate still hanging in the balance.

Sorry if how I wrote this was too disorganized or disorienting, I was trying to make it more immersive. Hope you enjoyed, lmk if you want more written! Taglist and requests are open.

[s-u-g-a-r-rush1997]

This could be a bit of an angsty one if you go that way, but what about one that's reader or canon/king candy but with the hc that king candy can't leave sugar rush without turning back into Turbo visuals wise? I keep thinking of the line "Why don't you ever come to *my* game? Why do I always have to initiate things?" or something along those lines

I was trying to go angsty with it, but the characters had other plans.

Also, sorry this took too long. I fell down a rabbit hole and ended up rediscovering Sugar Rush Speedway and playing it for a while. Flashpoint has it archived if you're interested in playing.

King Candy Can't Leave Sugar Rush Without Losing His Disguise

Pairing: King Candy x reader

Rating: safe for work

Warnings: none

These past few months have been the best of your life. King Candy was one of the most attentive partners you’d ever had. He was, as was befitting of someone with his name, very sweet. There was just one little problem. He never left his game.

If you wanted to spend time with him, you had to do so in Sugar Rush. And that meant that you were always the one to initiate. As wonderful as Candy was, it left you feeling insecure.

“Is something wrong, gumdrop?” he asks from where he’s sitting, one leg tucked beneath the other. He leans forward with that goofy smile you adore. You hate how bitter you feel right now. It leaves a bad taste in your mouth but you can’t help it.

You thumb the blanket beneath you. It’s checkered red and white, and it’s soft beneath your fingers. It was sweet of him to set up a picnic for the two of you. You finally mustered up the courage to stop stalling, and answered, “I was just thinking.”

“About what?”

“Why don’t you ever come to my game?” You didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh, really. “Why do I always have to initiate things?”

His smile drops, his brow furrows. He seems nervous, though admittedly you were never too good at reading people.

“You know I love you, sweetdrop,” he said so warmly, words dipped in honey and sugar, “I would visit if I could.” He leans forward and places his hand against your knee. It’s warm, even through the fabric covering your legs, and you know from experience that it’s soft. His fingers trail small, soothing circles into your skin. You wonder if he decided to wear that candy-flavored lip balm like last time.

You have to stop yourself from leaning forward, too. You grab his wrist, but you don’t push him away. You don’t want to push him away. He’s not looking at you. He’s looking everywhere but you. You slide your hand in his – it’s smaller than yours, just by a little bit.

“Why not?” You hate how your voice cracks.

He’s squirming now. His other hand, the one not trapped in yours, tugs at his candy wrapper bowtie. 

“What is this, an interrogation?” King Candy laughs, loud and uncontrollable. He leans back, but he doesn’t try to pull his hand from yours. You lean forward to follow.

“No, no,” you reassure him, placing a hand on his cheek, “of course not!”

Candy falls backwards onto the blanket with a puff of air, his hand slipping for yours. His crown is askew and you’re surprised it hasn’t fallen off. You don’t lean over him, though the urge to is strong. Instead, you lay beside him, staring up at the cotton candy clouds above.

“Is it-” you hesitate, “is it a ‘glitch’ situation?” He tenses, and you continue before he can argue, before he gets the wrong idea, “I’m not saying you’re a glitch, just asking if maybe some bug is preventing you from leaving. Games don’t always work the way they’re intended to, you know?”

He’s quiet for a second. He rolls over onto his side, and you turn your head to look at him.

“No,” he insists,  “I just, I don’t think you’d like the answer, gumdrop.”

“I couldn’t hate you.” You find his hand again.

“Even if I did something cartoonishly evil?” he says, that jovial tone returning, just a bit.

“What, like littering?”

“No, I’m not a monster,” he scoffed with fake disgust.

You snickered, “did you go Turbo then?”

There was a split second of discomfort. His hand squeezed just a little bit tighter. Just a split second, and then he was back to his usual self. Laughing and giggling and scoffing at how ridiculous that would be. You weren’t sure if it was just your imagination. It had been near imperceptible.

“I’d still love you if you were evil.” You squeezed his hand. Perhaps he was considering going Turbo, or perhaps you’d just imagined the tenseness of his expression. It was said in jest, but the implication was there.

“You can tell me when you’re ready,” you decide, “there’s no rush.”

You were left still feeling insecure but, well, maybe he had a good reason.

[bambooshuohuop]

He loves me, He loves me not. (One-Shot)

In many possible AU's, someone could be lucky enough to be Zhongli's (mortal) lover, the famous Liyuean in the Harbor. they get to experienced his gentle and patient love, his sweet whispers and caress cuddling them a good night.

yet all was for nought, when they realized Zhongli could only whisper those sweet things because they reminded him of Guizhong— who he kept insisting was his mere friend.

; attempted angst (no comfort?), Zhongli x Reader, Guizhong (mentioned), distorted perception of love(?), lowercase

it was a humble day in Liyue Harbor. the night was calm with its gentle breeze, the laughter in the night market being its main jolly tune. amidst the pairs of lovers, people could see the most famous one walking hand in hand.

Zhongli could most definitely feel the gossips and stares. although he was already immune through the millennia that he had to endure it, the same thing couldn't be said for his dear lover.

❛darling, should we brisk walk to that boutique?❜ he asked as he sneakily placed his free hand on his pocket, glad that he remembered to bring a stash of Mora. after all, his lover has been paying for their dates the past few weeks. it was only fair to pay them back.

❛oh, is there an occasion?❜ they asked as though unfazed, yet Zhongli could feel their grip tightening on his arm. he caresses his fingers through their clothes in hopes to calm them down.

❛hm? should there be an occasion to show my love for you?❜ Zhongli felt them flinch at his question, but he paid no heed thinking they were merely shocked.

❛(Name)?❜

to them, they grimaced at their involuntary movement. their heart beating erratically as the searing burn in their chest began to flame hard. his question ignited the ugly emotions swirling within, even with their attempts on quelling it down.

they didn't think Zhongli had noticed, but he had been quite different lately.

from the start, (Name) didn't mind his stories. in fact, they asked for them. they knew that Zhongli isn't just the 'man with abundant knowledge' because he is the knowledge itself. the history of Liyue weaved in his hands.

it wasn't the reason they loved Zhongli though. it was more than that and he could see it— see the genuine love they held for him.

when they asked about his history, Zhongli complied. a smile adorning his face that (Name) could swoon over.

it soon fell when he kept talking about her. every. single. day.

❛these meals were one of Guizhong's favorites. I brought these when she's feeling dejected. I think you'll come to like it too.❜

❛do you love the gift I crafted you, my darling? the inspiration originates in one of Guizhong's creations.❜

❛she truly is a magnificent god. her beauty is as beautiful as the Liyue skies. might I tell you that time where—❜

❛hm? of course I love you, dear. nothing could ever surpass my feelings about you.❜

now, they weren't jealous. their love stood strong even when the fear attempts to pierce through. multiple what-ifs going through their head, but they didn't bother themselves to it. Zhongli loves them. he didn't love her, he said it so himself..

..so why does it feel like they were only a replacement for someone Zhongli couldn't have anymore?

❛(Name), are you alright?❜

❛huh?❜ they blinked, suddenly finding themselves staring right into his handsome face, ❛no, of course not.❜

when a frown etched in his face, they realized their mistake, ❛I- I mean! no, there's no need for an occasion to show one's love. anyway, let's go to the boutique?❜

the smile went back to his face once more. and it was infectious as their clouded mind began to clear, their steps a tad lighter as they went ahead to the newly opened boutique.

when they arrived, the staffs greeted them with pure customer service. they didn't suffocate them much with it, but their stares told a different meaning; they love the gossip too.

❛welcome to Lion's boutique!❜

(Name) was kind of glad the staffs kept their professionalism. else they'd dug themselves a hole and hide forever. after a few chit-chats and fake smiles, the staffs went ahead and let the loverbirds roam around the shop freely.

❛Zhongli, what do you think fits me best?❜ they questioned, fiddling with a random fabric.

they could hear him hum as he thought of a reply. they knew that their lover had a keen eye in clothes as much as he is in history. soon enough, he offered (Name) a specific grey fabric, a loose dress fit for most adult Liyueans.

❛these shall do.❜

❛alright, thanks!❜

thinking nothing much of it, they merrily whisk themselves in the fitting room. their heart basically soaring at the fact that Zhongli chose them a clothing. it was the first out of all things they've done as lovers, so it felt quite special.

when they came out, Zhongli's eyes creased with a smile— the soft, endearing look they received made everything worth it.

❛that fabric design suits you well, darling.❜

if (Name)'s heart could jump out and fly away, it would.

❛thank you, love.❜

the dress was fine, the dress was fine. they thought repeatedly as a thought occured.

❛Zhongli, what do you think should I wear next-❜

❛what a coincidence,❜ he utters loud enough for them to hear, ❛the design on your clothes..❜

he paused, suddenly noticing something. when he had that familiar look again, (Name) knew what was about to come as their confidence slowly dwindled. they could only hold back a frustrated sigh as they let him do as he pleases.

❛it is similar to how Guizhong once embroided the Glaze Lilies on her skirt once for a formal occasion, to emphasize how much she truly loved the flowers.❜

you could've just said you love her too.

❛..how interesting,❜ they grit out, going back to the dressing room to change their clothes that they knew Zhongli's precious girl—friend Guizhong wouldn't wear. with how much he yaps about her, (Name) already felt like they met the god. so they went ahead and chose a dress for themselves. the anger quelling down but never diminishing.

after the silent quarrel, the days continue to come as normal. yet a seed of doubt began to grow in their mind. was it just nostalgia in Zhongli's eyes when he began reminiscing his time with her? was it truly alright to bear with the fact that he now sees them with the mask of a dead woman?

right now, they mustered up the courage to make excuses. they left Zhongli back in the Harbor as the pain became too much. he smiled more when it was about her. all about the woman he kept insisting was his friend.

(Name) came to a stop in one of the cliffs in Liyue, the tranquil skies being their solace as they sat down. the grass tickling their fingers grounded them to reality.

❛I shouldn't have asked him.. it's all my fault.❜

they knew that Zhongli finally began to notice their weird behaviour. the sudden refusal to go on dates, the outbursts of anger slowly coming undone. still, he couldn't stop talking about Guizhong.

she was lovely alright, (Name) knew that. they respected her even. but when your own lover kept talking about someone else, the one that got away— but hey! she's just a friend and nothing else. how long can (Name) bear it? Zhongli doesn't seem to know it himself, that his thoughts about her were all leading to one thing.

he loves her.

at this point, they didn't know if it was his ignorance or deliberate show. either way, they want to break up with him. they truly do. if Zhongli could have all the patience in the world, they can't.

they weren't immortal.

they could've spend their own feeble eternity with someone else who could make them feel special and wanted. yet his warm smiles, his gracefulness, and eloquent words turns them into a melting mess.

never to be fixed until the cold reality settles in.

[brokenintrovert]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cat King/Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives) & Desire of the Endless Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Cat King (Dead Boy Detectives), Desire of the Endless Additional Tags: Canon-adjacent, Post-Canon, Cat King is Called Thomas (Dead Boy Detectives), Desire of the Endless is Cat King's Parent (Dead Boy Detectives), she/they pronouns for Desire, Troublemaker Desire of the Endless, Desire of The Endless is a toxic parent, Oops, Cat King has mommy issues, Thomas is his Mother's most loathed daughter, Cat King is having a bad day in this one, Angst, Attempted Angst, Hurt No Comfort, or barely any comfort, Ambiguous/Open Ending, it's about the vibes, Attempted Seduction, Cat King Needs a Hug (Dead Boy Detectives), Making Out, Shapeshifting, Diversity Win! This Edwardian Twink Overcomes Catholic Guilt so He Can Imagine A Guy Covered in Blood (But in a Sexy Way) Summary:

Edwin takes a moment before he speaks, as if building up courage, and eventually he admits, “I have been… Thinking about you.”

 Sure you have, otherwise Desire wouldn’t make me aware of it, Thomas thinks. Nice to know that you consider me at least a wank bank material, if nothing else.

 “Oh you have?” Thomas feigns surprise. “Gosh golly I’m honoured.”

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Attempt at writing angst involving Lust-Room-powered fantasies, Desire messing with their child’s head for the funsies, and a much awaited meeting that goes not as expected.

[phillytheclown]

Srsly forgot what the idea for this was, I'll figure it out

Maybe the idea was the friends we made along the way

[stahp-right-there-peasant]

MePhone4: Name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and instinct to self-isolate, I’ll wait.

MePad: You and I.

MePhone4, tearing up: …