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*slams door open*
i heard you can find good angst fics
Got anything in particular? I’ve got lists of:
Donnie angst
2012 and 2018 Leo Angst
Raph Angst
Mikey suffering
Mind control angst and 2018 Donnie angst (it was an open-ended ask)
Foot Leonardo
(I’ve also got these on Tumblr, but I’m linking you to Ao3 because I find it more convenient)
If you have something specific in mind, let me know!
Speaking about TMNT 2012 fanfics i want to recommend some fanfics i really like:
The Brotherly moments one shots trilogy by Leah by Micheangelo.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10607108/1/Brotherly-Blunders
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11664334/1/Brotherly-Bonds
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12119513/1/Brotherly-Baggage
These contain more than 60 one shots of TMNT 2012 that take place in different moments of the series. Some are heartwarming, others are more angst. The writing overall is good. There are some one shots that are better than others though. Really worth of reading.
TMNT- Shell shots by CJ thestoryteller
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12134251/1/TMNT-Shell-Shots
Another tmnt 2012 one shots collection.I can´t recommend this author enough-They are able to capture the characters and their relationships in a way i haven´t seen other fanfic authors to do. Their writing is fantastic to the point this could have been easily been scenes in the series. I also like how they develop aspects of Donnie´s character that the series didn´t explore too much.
¨Speak No Evil¨ by Silvermoontwentyseven
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11122425/1/Speak-No-Evil
This is a tmnt 2012 AU about Slash kidnapping Leo in the ending of ¨Slash and Destroy¨ and Raphael trying to rescue his brother. It´s a very angst and dramatic story. It contains graphic violent scenes and torture scenes, i wouldn´t recommend to read it if you are sensible to that type of content, Besides that, it´s a really good AU.
¨Striction¨ by emmals16
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12245665/1/Striction
Similar to the fanfic above, Striction is about Leo and Raph getting lost in the sewers after they are separated from the team thanks to a big explosion. Leo is very hurt and Raph does everything he can to help his brother with getting back home. It has tons of angst moments but it isn´t as graphic as Speak No Evil. It´s one of the best TMNT 2012 fanfics i have read, in my opinion.
When you are at a funeral and your coworkers suck
Batman Wayne Family Adventures!
I love The Golden Girls.
Meant To Be - Soulmate AU: Draken x fem!reader Masterlist
Summary: You become the assistant to one of, if not, the most successful businessmen in all of Tokyo and while working for him you meet his 2nd in command. How will things unfold when one is a hopeless romantic and believes in the idea of a soulmate while the other doesn't care for it and has already made up their mind not to give their soulmate a chance?
☆ warning: aged up characters, some manga spoilers, fluff, slight angst(?), alcohol, and I'll add more as we go.
☆ updates: every other day around 9pm MST. i've been wanting to work more on this one but i also still want to focus on NAISIC.
☆ disclaimer: i don't own any of the characters mentioned. pictures are just for the story, they aren't how y/n looks! she looks however you want her to.
Intros:
• Y/n squad | Draken squad
Chapters:
• Chapter One: Make Me Sound Bad
• Chapter Two: Humor Us
• Chapter Three: One To Talk
• Chapter Four: Itadakimasu
• Chapter Five: Are You Okay?
• Chapter Six: Theory Has Been Confirmed
• Chapter Seven: Taking You Home
• Chapter Eight: Give Me A Warning
• Chapter Nine: Shouldn't Have Said That
• Chapter Ten: Y/n Is The Main Character
• Chapter Eleven: Not Typical Draken Behavior
• Chapter Twelve: A Good Time
• Chapter Thirteen: Simp Sauce
• Chapter Fourteen: I'll Be Your Soulmate
• Chapter Fifteen: Ruined It For Us
• Chapter Sixteen: Cashed In My Favor
• Chapter Seventeen: Y'all Hiring?
• Chapter Eighteen: Looking Respectfully
• Chapter Nineteen: Be Here All Weekend
• Chapter Twenty: Whoa Mama
• Chapter Twenty One: Have That Thing
• Chapter Twenty Two: Stop What You're Doing
• Chapter Twenty Three: Oh. Oh. Wow.
• Chapter Twenty Four: Did You See It?
• Chapter Twenty Five: Detective Senses Are Tingling
• Chapter Twenty Six: Sickening
• Chapter Twenty Seven: Interesting
• Chapter Twenty Eight: She's Really Upset
• Chapter Twenty Nine: A Little Sus
• Chapter Thirty: Thanks To My Besties
• Chapter Thirty One: Stole Her
• Chapter Thirty Two: So Dense
• Chapter Thirty Three: Really Lucky
• Chapter Thirty Four: So Stressed
• Chapter Thirty Five: Still Processing
• Chapter Thirty Six: Fucking Clown
• Chapter Thirty Seven: Wrong Picture
• Chapter Thirty Eight: Best Girl
• Chapter Thirty Nine: I Don't Cheat
• Chapter Fourty: Let It Go
• Chapter Fourty One: Still Bitter
• Chapter Fourty Two: Candy Crush
• Chapter Fourty Three: Do Something Wrong
Yes, thank you, for realizing that Zhongli is stupidly handsome, but how are those thoughts going to help him here when Zhongli’s in Childe’s bed?
(The Autumn Winds are Sighing, Chapter 7)
I absolutely adore @bgtea‘s Genshin Impact fic on AO3 and highly recommend giving it a read if you like ChiLi/Zhongchi or in-depth writing in general 🙏 I’m really bad at writing reviews where I don’t ramble when addressing each moment from each chapter that I love. But here’s my attempt to convey my feelings through a visual format (this is just 1 out of so many scenes I loved) </3
Please give me mona from genshin impact
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
you, clever as always (are still dreaming)
zhongli x gn! reader
- drabble; 780 words - fluff & cuddles - slight hurt/comfort - part-dragon zhongli
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a quiet sound from across the room awakens you from your reverie. what could it be..?
[snuggles w/ half-dragon zhongli]
title from r sound design - flos.
requested by anon.
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Okumaya devam et
Number one “reader insert” pet peeve; People tagging stuff as “(f/o) x reader” WHEN IT’S NOT A READER INSERT.
I’ve run into several fanfics about one of my f/os tagged as reader inserts when they AREN’T. They have characters with names, their own appearances, etc- they’re OCs. You can’t claim that’s a reader insert when the character that is “supposed to be the reader” has a name, an appearance, a specfic gender- this is your OC x Canon ship. Which is totally fine, but you can’t tag it as an x reader fic. It isn’t.
It’s not cool, tag your stuff properly. You don’t see me writing my self insert content, and tagging it as “(f/o) x reader”. It’s not, so I don’t use that tag, because it would be putting somewhere that it doesn’t belong and putting it in the view of people who may not want to view it. Use OC x Canon tags. Don’t use the reader insert tag. You just make people upset by doing that.
I don’t care if you say “it’s okay to project onto this character” or “you can insert yourself into (OC)’s place”, and for the love of hell do not try to pull that “your name is (OC) name and you look like blah blah blah” bs. That doesn’t make it a reader insert, because it’s still not the reader, you are misleading an audience by using that tag and trying to inject your content into a tag where it shouldn’t be. Stop it. If self shippers can properly tag their stuff, then so can you.
In conclusion;
If you’re using an OC, do not use reader insert tags. It’s not a reader insert and does not belong there.
Old Faces
Characters: Albedo, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader
Word Count: 2,151
Warnings: None
Premise: In which the reader runs into their ex
Author’s Note: Did something a little different by changing which character perspective it was for different prompts. I found it a good way to explore this particular prompt.
Okumaya devam et
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Vellichor’s Matchup Event
└➤ OPEN! 。✑ ───────
-> Please read everything before sending in a matchup request. <3
Hello !!
-> This event is pretty self explanatory. Send a message to my askbox telling me about yourself , your preference ( male , female ), and I’ll match you up with a genshin impact character ! But, there will be a few rules:
۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊All I ask from you is that you reblog this and/or follow me if you want me to give you a matchup. It’ll help me get more out there on tumblr ! Of course, this doesn’t mean you can’t send your ask anonymously.
۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊Please also keep in mind I am a SFW blog ! If there is anything nsfw you include in your matchup I will delete it.
۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊I’ll keep accepting matchup requests until June 25th. As soon as it turns the 26th, I won’t take anymore :]
۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊it may take me a while to get to every request! Please be patient. <3
۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪┊ And keep in mind, the more detailed you are with your description of yourself the better I can match you up!
That’s all! If there’s something I didn’t cover in here , feel free to ask in my inbox.
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Thank you for reading!
- with love , vellichor
Say You Love Me
Pairing: Xiao x gn!reader
Word Count: 1413
Genre: Angsty drabble, Hurt to comfort
Warnings: Idk it's just angsty & negative at first but it gets better near the end
Posted: 19.O6.2O21
Inspired By: TXT – 0X1 = LOVESONG (yes because many parts of the lyrics remind me of Xiao)
Summary: It's one of those days again, where the violent peaks in the adeptus' karma become too much to bear on his own. In his moment of despair, he finds himself calling out your name.
Note: Xiao's backstory broke my heart and it still didn't heal 💔. I know he's merely fictional, but he deserves the whole entire world and I wish I could end his suffering and make him happy 🤧
You didn't know why, you didn't know how. You were simply enjoying a cup of black tea in your favorite teahouse in Liyue Harbor when a hand of cold steel had taken a hold of your heart, and you knew something was wrong.
Without even so much as a fragment of hesitation, you left some mora on your table near the window and abandoned your barely-touched tea as you exited the place in a rush of restless concern. There wasn't much rational thinking going on in your mind, mostly because your thoughts were blank and it was merely your instincts that told you it wasn't right.
There was just one coherent word perpetually repeated in your slightly confused yet worried mind; Xiao.
Your feet had a will of their own as they brought you through the streets of the port city, it was as if your body knew exactly where to go and what to do while your mind didn't quite follow yet. All you had was a feeling, a seed of distress that had settled in your gut stubbornly and directed you to what was hopefully the right place. You were quite certain it had something to do with your beloved adeptus, and the more you grasped onto that thought, the more you started to realize what could possibly be wrong.
You had to hurry.
By now you were running, leaving the streets of Liyue Harbor behind and venturing into the wilderness surrounding the city. Maybe it was your imagination that was clouded with worry, but it was as if a magnetic force was pulling you into a certain direction and you could only hope it was correct. You would never forgive yourself if it wasn't, if your feeling guided you to the wrong place, if you wouldn't be able to find and help Xiao, if you –
No, you weren't going to be too late.
Your lungs were burning at this point, every inch of your body begging you to stop. Not yet, not yet, you pleaded to yourself. You were close, Xiao was near you and you could feel it in your entire being. It started to come together now that you found yourself in the vicinity of the old run-down shrine not too far from the harbor.
"Y/N," echoed over the plains weakly, and your heartbeat stilled for a moment as the voice reached your ears, familiar and – regretfully – evenly familiarly strained.
You ran, making a dire call on the last remnants of your stamina to push through in order to reach your deeply troubled lover. You had yet to understand why you always seemed to sense Xiao's suffering, but it had often brought you to him when he needed you the most and you were incredibly grateful for the, let's say, sixth sense you had.
"Xiao!" you called, ultimately spotting the male hunched over on the ground in the old shrine, barely able to sit up against the forgotten statue of a fallen adeptus. His jade spear was a few feet away from him, covered in dust and shards of stone.
Your heart wrenched in pain at the sight, and you wasted no time to approach him and crouch down on the rough soil right by his side, barely noticing the debris scraping your knees. His eyes were shut tightly as you took him in your arms, pulling his trembling form against your chest that would hopefully offer him some comfort, even if it was just a little.
"Y/N," he breathed, his fingers gripping onto the fabric of your shirt as if you were all he had, as if he was afraid that you would leave again, as if you were his only light left in the darkness that consumed him.
No words were needed for you to understand what he was going through, just one glance had you knowing all you needed to know. The yaksha was sweating profusely, surges of sharp pain and terror racking his body and a thick black fog crawling around you threateningly, like vultures waiting to devour their dying prey. The karma he was burdened with was a presence lurking perpetually, but on days where it became unbearable, it had him tearing at the seams.
"Xiao, I'm here," you whispered softly, running your hand over the tense muscles in his back soothingly. "You're not alone anymore, it's all good now."
You knew it wasn't, and so did he. His internal battles with his karmic debts were everlasting for as long as he lived, and his immortality rested on his shoulders heavily as a curse.
But your words also held some truth, something that wasn't just a hollow consolation to offer some empty comfort. He truly wasn't alone anymore, and even though you could do nothing to ease his heavy burden, you could offer him your warmth and love every time his world froze over once more.
"...'s too much," the adeptus growled, breathing heavily. He was hot and feverish, weak and exhausted. His eyes were dull and tired when he finally looked at you, damp hair sticking to the sheen of sweat on his forehead.
It wasn't a rare sight to see Xiao like this, but rather a sight you had to witness too often, and you knew you would never get used to it.
Everyone thought of the vigilant yaksha as cold and emotionless, indifferent and invincible, almost taking his guard over Liyue and its people for granted. Yet here he was, your arms that were around him all that kept him from fully breaking apart in his most vulnerable state.
"I know," you agreed quietly, because there was no use in telling him otherwise. These phases were torture in its rawest form, leaving him with a pain that couldn't be described with the words available in the human language.
"But remember one thing, Xiao," you continued, brushing some loose strands of hair away from his eyes tenderly. "You are stronger than the darkness, you are better than the darkness. The past is in the past, and the person you have become is a hero loved and appreciated by many. I know you don't believe in your own light, so please let me be your light to guide you through the shadows, okay?"
Words were just words, and you knew that all too well. You couldn't relieve Xiao from his misery, but you still had become his okay when nothing else was okay anymore. He had let you see through his strong facade so quickly, he loved you, needed you, and that alone was enough to grant you the power to save him in his darkest moments.
His life before you was a mess. Loneliness and sorrow were gnawing at him, the darkness around him weaving a web that seemed impossible to escape from. But he had found his guiding light, his motivation to endure the pain, his reason to fight the demons in his mind and come back even stronger than before.
It was all you.
"Y/N," he brought out, slowly letting go of your shirt and draping his arms over your shoulders. He looked at you earnestly, his hazy amber eyes still barely able to focus on you properly. Dried tears had left trails on his cheeks, and you softly reached out to wipe them off.
He slightly leaned into your touch, his gaze not leaving yours. His body shook when another wave of pain surged through his being, and he furrowed his brows.
"Y/N, say you love me," he begged hoarsely.
Oh, he knew you loved him, just like you knew he loved you. But hearing you speak those three words out loud never failed to ignite a spark of hope and warmth in his heart, and not even the strongest peaks in his karmic debt could take that away from him.
"Xiao," you started, properly cupping his cheeks this time. "I love you."
After that you brought him closer, and his crumbling world was whole again when your lips touched his. It was warm, it was safe, and the yaksha finally found it in him to relax. You felt it too, and relief washed over you as you smiled into the kiss.
You were glad you got to meet the yaksha, on that fateful night many months ago. You were his, he was yours, and together you could conquer the shadows.
Xiao protected the land of Liyue.
And you protected him.
Omg requests are open-
Can I get a scenario of Xiao x reader, who is super insecure about themselves, and one day after a particularly harsh comment from Xiao they just start crying? They know it’s just how he talks, but they can’t help but feel like he doesn’t even like them sometimes...with lots of fluff at the end if possible pls. ;’)
Ty so much!! I LOVE ❤️ your blog!! I hope you have a great day :3
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: xiao x gn!reader
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: harsh words from xiao, insecurities, not proofread
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: thank u for the request! and honestly this is so possible w xiao :( he's very blunt :( but he means well!!
xiao knows you're insecure
... kinda
it's one of those things that have been buried deep within his mind. he's not going to think about how you stare at yourself in disappointment, or how you seem to hate the sound of your own voice
it's not that he's cold, he's just unaware. unaware of the true depth and meaning of the word 'insecure'
an example is, right now. right now, after he merely responded like how he did to all mortals, you were crying. and a part of him hates the sight of your tears, yet at the same time, he's confused
why? why are you crying? he can't seem to tell, so when he stretches his hand out and you recoil, it's when xiao realizes
oh.
the problem is him.
"[Name]...?" Xiao called your name weakly—no, wait, not weakly... hoarsely.
The adeptus was dumbfounded. Why were you crying? The peculiars of mankind would forever confuse him, and this instance was another one of them.
And then he watched. He watched as you hid away from his gaze, refusing to accept his touch as if he were a searing hot pan.
xiao bites his tongue and walks away. he concludes that if you do not want to speak to him, then he will not force you
to him, the action was necessary and logical. to him, it is a good moment to cool down and look around
but to you. to you and your wounded heart, you and your growing anxiousness—that was goodbye. xiao has had enough of you, after all, he has much more to worry about than someone like you. someone who was weak compared to his strength
oh, how xiao was so utterly oblivious to "the peculiars of mankind"
so after a few hours, xiao returns. he returns... no different from how he was before. he's a stubborn yaksha after all, a little patrol will not somehow make him realize his wrongdoings
imagine his utter shock when the door to your room is still locked, and there's no sign of you emerging
hm.
so he knocks. three times. three times before huffing and turning away
fine. if you didn't want to see him, so be it!
and like the stubborn man he is, he leaves to go finish his adeptus duties
Xiao heaved out a sigh of relief once he saw you at the balcony of Wangshu Inn. Concluding, 'they're finally done crying', he approached you cautiously before standing right beside you.
"Xiao?" You noticed his presence instantly, and the adeptus couldn't help but recoil once his name left your lips.
Countless of times has he told you 'whenever the world caves in, call me. I'll be there', yet this insignificant moment, this brief time where he wished his name was the last thing that slipped from your mouth, Xiao had realized:
'I messed up.'
The way you spoke his name made him retract because of the dying storm that seemed to cascade from your throat. Like your anger was bubbling in place of your sadness, a thunderous crash and bang.
"... Do you even love me?" You spoke without a reply, as if you didn't care about what meaningless fodder would trickle from his mouth.
xiao pauses, his urge to reprimand you for such a question skyrocketing
did he love you? definitely! did you think he'd return if he didn't? did you think he'd come knocking at your door, asking—begging for you to open up?
and all of this inner turmoil is stuff xiao suffers from alone. he's used to suffering alone, and this, this is not any different
"of course i do," he says with the most sincerity possible, as if he were making a vow or a contract to rex lapis during the archon war
"it doesn't really feel like it," you look at him with a gaze that'd break his spirit if it weren't for him being battle-worn
and this. this insignificant moment is the moment xiao realizes how deep your scars go. how you too had been suffering with your own inner turmoil, just as he
for someone like xiao, saying sorry isn't easy. he has many things to be sorry for, but he does not utter such words so carelessly
"i'm sorry," he whispers to you, to the night sky, to liyue and to the spirits of old
he knows these two words will not earn your forgiveness, they should never. so encased within that 'meaningless' sentence, xiao promises:
i will never hurt you like this again.
that is his contract. his long overdue contract.
childe’s ❝night terrors❞
❏ plot: you get an eerie feeling he’s been looking forward to this. humor, fluff, minor angst, fake dating au. based off this prompt.
❐ pairing: childe | tartaglia x gender neutral!reader.
❐ words: 2.9k.
❏ warnings: none!
It’s been a long day. You’ve followed Childe everywhere: from the mountaintops of Snezhnaya to the hillsides of Liyue and finally, finally, you’re getting some rest for the night.
“There’s only one bed.” But there’s only one bed.
Childe looks completely unbothered despite the look of exhaustion in his smile. He tosses his bag on the foot of the lone bed, puts his hands on his hips, and turns to you with a gleam, “We are a couple.”
“No, we’re not,” you’d had to say that multiple times today, more than you ever expected you’d need to, “now hand me a Mora so we can flip for who gets it.”
Okumaya devam et
hi! i was wondering if you could do angst prompt 29 with zhongli? thank you!
Hi so this fic kind of went from fluff to angst and back to fluff. For the first time ever I ended an angsty fic happily. Hope you like it!
Word count: 1165
Rules and masterlist
You let out a hiss of pain, jerking your arm away as Zhongli tightens the bandage wrapped around your arm, amber gaze filled with worry.
“My apologies. I did not mean to cause you more pain,” his amber gaze softens and you shake your head.
“It’s alright,” you can’t help but smile at him, lost in the reflection of the moonlight on the amber pools that are your boyfriend’s eyes. You’re glad you chose to come to Luhua Pool at night, the moon amplifies the glow of his eyes.
His fingers linger on your skin, tips brushing against your palm before almost reluctantly letting you go. You hop right back into the pools of water, running your hand through the cooling liquid and splashing the lotus head growing in the middle.
Zhongli’s gaze lingers on the white bandage around your arm. Humans were fragile, that gash would take at least a few days to heal. An archon on the other hand would have healed such a minor injury in a few seconds.
Yet, humans were so resilient. He couldn’t understand why, and the question of whether he could ever truly learn to live as a mortal surfaced once again.
Was he good enough for you?
“Are you coming into the water?” you call, breaking his train of thought.
“I will be right there,” he replies. Rolling up his pants, he carefully steps into the pool, the water lapping above his ankles. You grin, flicking water at him before quickly hiding behind a rock.
“Please do not cut yourself again,” he reminds you worriedly. The rock you were currently hiding behind was the very same one that had cut you.
“I’ll be careful!” you peek out from behind the rock, hoping it would be enough to reassure him. He smiles back, moving over to splash you back. You laugh, scooping up some water and throwing it at your boyfriend.
The move catches your boyfriend off guard and he yelps in shock. Water droplets bead off his hair, dripping onto his clothes and he pushes his damp hair out of his face.
Oh no, he's hotter now.
Red creeps up on your face and you try to avert your gaze, but Zhongli closes the gap and lifts your chin up.
“Are you alright?” his gaze flicks over you, checking for any signs of a fever. He couldn’t have you falling sick under his watch.
“Yeah, I’m alright,” you laugh nervously at how close his face is to yours.
“We should return home,” he frowns, still unsure about whether you had a fever. Without waiting for a reply, he lifts you up as though you weighed no lighter than a feather and carries you back.
His inhumane strength reminds you that he’s simply a retired archon who chose to form a contract of love with you, an average human whose lifespan was nothing but a speck compared to the thousands of years he has lived for.
Who are you next to the God of Dust, Guizhong? Why did he choose you? Compared to his previous lover, you’re nothing, and you know it.
You sigh, leaning against his warm chest as the negative thoughts crowd out every other thought. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, setting you down, “I will make some tea to drink before we sleep, please dry yourself off in the meantime.”
You nod, heading to the bathroom to grab a towel while he heads towards the kitchen. Your thoughts follow you all the way to your bed and you groan into your pillow.
You hate feeling like this. It felt wrong when he had told you before that he loved you for who you were. Yet you would lapse into cycles such as these and sleep it off.
The weight never goes away.
The bed dips as Zhongli climbs onto it, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Good night,” he murmurs into your ear, his breaths tickling your hair. You simply stare straight at the wall, unable to sleep. Your fingers curl into the sheets as you try to hold back the tears. Why couldn’t you just accept the love you were given?
Little did you know he felt the same way.
Zhongli watches the rise and fall of your shoulders and tucks your hair behind your ears.
How did he ever end up with someone as understanding as you? You chose to spend your life with him, someone shouldering the burden of thousands of years of memories instead of a man who could understand you far better as a mortal.
The two of you are so mismatched that he has half a mind to ask if you want to break up with him.
“You deserve better,” the words tumble out of his mouth and suddenly he can’t stop the cascade of thoughts.
“I am unable to provide you with experiences a mortal lover can, and instead of enjoying your mortal life, you spend it teaching me what a mortal life is like. You should not be with me, I cannot give you what you want,” tears slide down his face as he tries to muffle his sobs. He shouldn’t you wake you up.
You immediately roll around, slightly panicked and gently wipe his tears away, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“You’re wrong. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. You’re an archon who has seen so much, and yet you choose to live your life with a simple average human,” you take a deep breath to steady yourself.
“I know I’m nothing compared to Guizhong, I can’t fight, I don't know so much, heck I can’t even defend myself from a rock! I don’t deserve an archon as a lover. Even a retired one,” you laugh, blinking away the tears that have started to form.
He frowns and pulls you into a tight hug, careful not to squeeze you too tightly.
“Do not say that about yourself. You have taught me so much, much more than you know, and I am eternally grateful to you for that,” he buries his face into your hair, breathing in your scent.
“Most of all, you are not Guizhong. Do not compare yourself to her.”
“Double negative makes a positive,” you blurt out before flushing in embarrassment. You did not mean to say that out loud.
“I...am afraid I do not understand,” Zhongli blinks at you, confused.
“I meant that since you were being self-deprecating and I was also self-deprecating, which is a negative thing to do, it results in both of us deserving each other, which is a positive thing. Or something like that,” you shift awkwardly.
The joke is now ruined after the explanation, there is no salvaging your pride.
To your surprise, he lets out a chuckle, “I see. I suppose it makes sense.”
He runs his fingers through your hair, humming softly as you press against him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
“Good night, my love.”
has this been done before
Thank you 🥺💕
Hello! Can i have a soft one shot about Mammon and Lucifer? We already know that Luci has a soft spot for Mammon so i like their relationship so much. Maybe a angst fluff? Some Mammon crying, Luci comforting him? I would really appreciate it 🥺👉👈
“You’re not an idiot, Mammon.” - Soft Mammon x Lucifer content
(I hope this is somewhat what you had in mind - I got really sad writing about upset Mammon!)
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Lucifer had a stern look on his face as he read his paper. He sat poised at the end of the dinner table while Mammon was slumped at the other end.
Raising an eyebrow, Lucifer would every so often peer over his paper to steal a glance at Mammon. It wasn’t usual for him to lurk around once dinner was over, usually he’d be off somewhere annoying someone. The eldest brother tried to focus on the words in front of him but his mind kept flickering back to his brother. Hearing the white haired demon sigh heavily, he discarded his newspaper to one side.
“Mammon?” Lucifer asked quietly “Is something bothering you?”
His voice startled Mammon, he sat up quickly, adjusting his glasses on the end of his nose. “No?! Nothing bothers the Great Mammon!” He exclaimed unconvincingly.
All Lucifer had to do was shoot him a look before he admitted the truth “Alright...” he sighed. “It’s RAD. There’s this paper that’s due in soon, I tried to ask the others for help because I haven’t got clue what to do...all they did was call me stupid. I don’t get it! I was tryin’ to get help and they laughed at me.” He spoke begrudgingly, slumping back down in his seat. Lucifer was silent for a minute. His mind suddenly flickered back to all of the times he’d ridiculed Mammon as he looked at how upset his brother was. “I don’t get why everyone’s gotta be so mean to me!” He exclaimed before sniffling.
Lucifer’s face sunk when he saw Mammon’s eyes become glassy, a single tear trickling down his cheek. His mind was clouded with guilt as he watched his brother break down in front of him. Hesitating, he stood up from his seat, walking over to Mammon. He placed one of his gloved hands on his shoulder. “Would you like me to help you? I’m sure I can give you some guidance.”
Mammon sniffed, quickly rubbing his damp cheeks before looking up at his brother. “You sure ya won’t call be an idiot too?”
Lucifer took a seat next to him. “You’re not an idiot, Mammon. You do stupid things sometimes but that doesn’t make you an idiot.” He spoke reassuringly. “Here, take this.” He said handing him a tissue from his pocket. “Clean yourself up and in five minutes stop by my office - we’ll look over that paper together.”
“Thank you.” Mammon whispered.
For a moment Lucifer smiled admirably at his brother. Admittedly it was soon replaced with his usual stem demeanour, but for a moment, just a moment, Mammon saw that rare soft side of Lucifer.
Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
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fluttering
contracting
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sucking
quivering
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throbbing
beating
thumping
thudding
pounding
humming
palpitate
vibrate
grinding
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lashing
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driving
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force
injecting
filling
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reaming
elongate
enlarge
unfolding
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consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
strictly
restriction
meticulously
scrupulously
rigorously
rim
edge
lip
circle
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encircling
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curl
lock
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coil
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dip
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noisily
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immoral
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accept
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invite
nook
indentation
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indent
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tossing
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rolling
wriggling
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thrashing
struggling
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I have zero URs oh well
This is the Baby Money Yoda, reblog in the next 60 seconds of seeing this to receive a blessing from our green bean prince.
Me: I’m tired tomorrow
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
Tsukishima: Ok, listen up you little shits.
Tsukishima: Not you Yamaguchi, you’re a pearl and we all happy that you’re here.
There is some karasuno gifs!
Me all the time 3
Me: Hey, its fine if you don’t like me or just my work. İts pretty normal to not to like somebody. You can tell me what you think about me too.
A: Ok. Well I think your work sucks
Me:
