Clock ticking (for poem)

the passage of time is a dangerous thing i should be so inclined to call it a silent enemy with the way it pushes clocks on the wall with their ticking pausing only when they've died

and all the while we grow older and weaker and falter when we run stopping only when we've died

one day there will be no one to change the batteries and no more fingers to brush against cobwebs eventually the cobwebs will have stopped gathering too

then the clocks will have died one last time

JDBJDBDKN i’m new and in the nicest way possible, your fix’s are so TASTY I WANT TO EAT THEM SO BAD.

Not the same anon who requested the Jing Yuan’s child fics but I really loved them sm, could I get a continuation of that AU on more of reader’s divination abilities and antics and come with it? 💕💕

A/N: YOU'RE TOO KIND STOP INFOAF, I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY FICS :D MORE DIVINER READER COMING RIGHT UP >:)

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Mainly just more HCs on reader and their antics in the divination commission with Fu Xuan (Auntie Fu Xuan anyone?)

Format: Head Cannons + Mini Scenarios

Warnings: None

Extra: More Fu Xuan in this then Jing Yuan as we're talking about readers job lol // Not fully proofread, just rambles of this AU // Reader is a teen in this // Original Jing Yuans child fic here

I feel like how you wanting to be a diviner was when Fu Xuan had to babysit you once when Jing Yuan was busy. During this time she decided to take you to work and show you the magic future things. This sparked you, you came home and told Jing Yuan you wanted to be like Auntie Fu Xuan. He was happy you took an interest but uh *ahem* (Fu Xuan won that day)

On the rare days you do decide to be nice and not trick whoever your doing a divination for, I feel if you don't laugh or do a dramatic wince and you're serious about it. They STILL think you're pretending, thinking something really bad is going to happen.

To be honest, no matter what you do they'll think you're pretending until you're older I feel. If you wince genuinely or not they'll think you're joking as well.

[Name]: Bro your house is gonna get robbed… Random: Yeah right, what's actually going to happen? [Name]: I'M SERIOUS, YOU'RE GONNA BE HOMELESS :fearful: Random: So I'm tripping on a pebble tomorrow?

You usually have lunch with Fu Xuan, she'll probably take you somewhere peaceful where she'll eat lunch by your side...however, if word got to her that you messed with people again during the job? Expect a big lecture during your lunch break.

Qingque loves you, like. She loves your antics so much. She loves hearing them and if she manages to convince you to slack off with her, better pray Fu Xuan doesn't catch the both of you.

As much as Fu Xuan does lecture you, she cares a l o t for you. If anyone tells her you're in trouble with enemies, best believe the person who's the cause of it will be seeing a VERY angry Fu Xuan.

The two of you gossip ONLY if the both of you agree whoever youse just did a divination for was an ass. And Fu Xuan can be s a s s y.

When you were younger you tried to make some food with the things you found in your kitchen and gave it to both Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan for their lunch at work. Sadly...as a child you weren't exactly a world class chef...but they both still ate it to keep you happy.

Fu Xuan most definitely favours you over the other diviners she works with. It's so clear to the others with how she lectures others more harsher then she does you. Also your punishment for misbehaviour or slacking is always so little. But can they blame her? You're her nibling! (GN! term of nephew/niece I think)

You horribly drew her once as a gift when you were like 6 and it's been on her fridge ever since.

I did add a Jing Yuan header first, but after writing this I realised this is more of a reader and Fu Xuan centered thing so changed it lol. Fu Xuan needs more content I feel, she's so interesting!! My next requests are all fics/mini scenarios so I'll get on those as soon as I can >:D

Also! Recently made an art blog for my ocs and other things, feel free to give it a follow if you want :>>

Art Blog: @argentimybeloved

Good Omens Fic Rec: on the same page

Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else. So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less... appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age. But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade. That is... until they have to pretend to be married to each other.

Length: 117,728 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU, Romance, Slow Burn, Comedy

Triggers: Homophobia

Read it here, fic by Chekhov

*Minor Spoilers* While formatting this review I'm actually shocked at how long the word count is. I flew through it so quickly I guess I didn't realize it was over 100k words! This was a super engaging fake relationship story. Aziraphale and Crowley are writers with their own Arrangement. They collaborate in secret by writing for each other. Aziraphale gets to write very naughty porn scenes published under Crowley's name, and Crowley gets to write more philosophical pieces published under Aziraphale's name. This is one of my favorite uses of the Arrangement in a human au. They actually are doing each others work, and could actually get in trouble for it if found out. It's more than just a flimsy excuse to tie into the canon. Their discussions on writing, both novels and their own fanfictions, were some of my favorite parts.

Naturally, that balance is thrown off course when Aziraphale needs fake husband. You will hit all the familiar beats of a fake relationship tale, but it is never stale. I don't know that the reason for the fake relationship makes a whole lot of sense, but who cares, it's all in service of being fun and horny. I love their banter in this. This author really gets their voices right, and they are both very intelligent, witty, but also still kind of silly. There is a scene with Crowley messing with a religious woman that had me dying. Of course they are dumb and could clear everything up with an honest talk, but where's the fun in that? Plus the author isn't lazy about Aziraphale's excuse for keeping Crowley out. He has actual reasons, ones that could have been cleared up, but at least it doesn't rely on "Oh I didn't think you'd want me," it's, "We both know we want each other but I can't be a good partner to you right now." He carries a lot of trauma around his sexuality and being out. Luckily Crowley is very forgiving, and Aziraphale is willing to change.

Mostly safe in public, there are a handful of sex scenes but you'll have enough notice if you need to put it away for a bit. This is just a super fun time. You will fly through it, and still want more!

Read it here, fic by Chekhov

Untagged Fest 2022 Favs!

I'm a little late to the party, but I wanted to make a list of some of my fav fics from Untagged Fest 2022 run by the HPFC server. All of the stories were originally published without tags, so it was a WILD ride reading them the first time. You never knew what you were going to get! It was such fun fest to be a part of, and I'm super excited to share my fic as well :D

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🔒 we begin in the dark by @allalrightagain [Regulus/Peter, T, 3.5k] 🔒 Such a good angsty AU. Regulus and Peter make quite the pair in this. I love how they work together behind the scenes. 'For the greater good' indeed.

“To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” — Albus Dumbledore …there are those who would beg to differ.

🔒 The measure of monsters and their men by @bluesundaycake [Remus/Severus, M, 4.6k] 🔒 One of my ABSOLUTE FAVS. The atmosphere, the Victorian Era grime. Such a great detective story featuring Snupin and monsters roaming the streets.

What makes a monster, and what makes a man?

🔒 Where You Belong by @bluestringpudding [Severus Snape, T, 6.1k] 🔒 Creepy, disturbing, may give you nightmares. Would I read it again? HELL YES. In this fic, Severus Snape sees and, yet, doesn't see.

When Severus sees the Marauders acting even more suspiciously than normal, he decides to keep an eye, and a note of what they are up to. But some things are better left unseen.

🔒 Reset to Default by @mugsdontlie [Antonin/Thorfinn, NR, 6.3k] 🔒 The pairing I never knew I needed and now I'm OBSESSED with. Bad boy Rowle is my new aesthetic, as is pining Dolohov.

Hermione obliviates them, then what happens?

🔒 Where the Wild Thyme Grows by Lunatik_Pandora [Sirius Black, M, 7k] 🔒 Detailed world-building, The Witcher vibes, fantastical setting. I'm waiting praying for a sequel!

Everything has its price - the question is whether one is willing to pay it.

🔒 Child's Play by @nanneramma [George/Oliver, M, 1.9k] 🔒 The formatting of this fic is so creative. I feel like I discover something new on every read-through!

A game of Quidditch, and some news.

🔒 Introducing: Dead Poets Society Comedy Club by Halliwell19 [Harry/Ginny, M, 3.6k] 🔒 BEST TWIST! BEST HUMOR!

What happens to Harry when Ginny takes him to the new Comedy Club in Knockturn Alley?

🔒 Undone by @diana-skye [Pansy/Ron, E, 3.1k] 🔒 The smut is HOTTTT. We love a bossy, yet caring, Ron and a Pansy who's a bit of a mess.

Or, perhaps she’s just as evil as before — she looks at him with the same glare, won’t stop insulting his dancing, and doesn’t even apologize when she treads on him with her stiletto — but it’s more that he doesn’t mind. Suddenly she’s less vicious snake, more lightly homicidal kitten. Practically cute.

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And I can't forget about my fic for the fest! Genderbending galore with Detective Dumbledore getting ensnared in Professor Riddle's web. I had a lot of fun coming up with names 😂

🔒 Wicked Hearts and Calculating Minds by @lumosatnight [Dumbledore/Riddle, T, 5.2k] 🔒

There’s a serial killer on the loose in Magical Britain. Detective Dumbledore is brought in to apprehend them, but she didn’t expect for things to get quite so complicated or for the new DADA professor to be quite so… intriguing. Can she catch the killer in time? Or will she be caught in the process?

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Read more fest fics in the Untagged Fest 2022 collection on AO3!

For the writing ask meme :)))

He prays to you, still. 

Sometimes at his bedside, arms crossed over the mattress. 

His knees creak when he straightens, and your grace reaches for him.

It wants to hold him. It wants to soothe his aches. It wants an excuse to brush against his soul. 

After all, it is a part of you. 

You worry. 

There is nothing you can give him. 

You worry. 

He has given you everything. 

You worry. 

Where is his happiness, in this home that is yours? 

You worry. You worry. You worry. 

AAAH omg okay thank you for the ask!!! <333

first of all, i wrote woven out of the silence completely on impulse. it's probably, like, the most unedited/rushed fic I've written since the first one i posted here in march. it started off as an idea where i wanted to do a retrospective view into, like, the post-canon destiel love story because retrospectives are self-indulgent and fun for me, personally. i essentially had the phrase "this is how it happens" in my head and just. wrote around it.

the format is a little neither-this-nor-that because i am not. like — I'd never written poetry intentionally before. but the concept for woven was like. it wouldn't come out as a fic when i tried. so i was like okay this is words and idk if it's prose or poetry but it sure IS WORDS.

with most of my destiel fics, i just kind of love exploring the relationship dean and cas have that's never explicitly spelled out. i feel like a lot of their love is in the spaces between the big words and the grand gestures. like the little things they don't tell each other about and/or have become habit just because they have spent so much time together.

in this post-canon universe, this is cas catching dean praying at his bedside and realizing that it was habit and not, like, a consequence of their circumstances. it's Cas' grace reaching out to dean in an unconscious gesture, because that's what it's always done. there's a piece of cas that's with dean, that's always aware of him, his soul and body, and that fights to soothe any and every ache it can sense. i think i wanted that to come across, essentially— that cas is constantly with Dean, even when he's not with him.

the version of cas is my head is extremely insecure, and doesn't expect anyone to treat his needs as anything worth satisfying. being with dean changes this for him, to an extent, but he's still got a very warped view of it all. like he is not afraid to want things and he is greedy enough to keep whatever he's given and he's snarky and he's got this...fire, but beyond it all, there's this. awful feeling of inadequacy.

he's being seen and heard, but he's so sure that there is no way that people would bother that he doesn't notice that he's being seen and heard. which is what's happening in the "worry" segment. this is the part before he confronts dean. it's a little self-absorbed in a way, but again, it stems from a place of just being isolated and different and never being actually understood his whole life. also. he's just not used to seeing dean happy. he doesn't understand dean's happiness any more than he understands his own. he's like "dean wants to give me things because he loves me (as a brother/a friend) and doesn't want me to leave and he doesn't care about himself so he's just not saying anything even tho he can leave me and I'll still be here and he can go get what he really wants."

and like. it's messed up!!! because like!!! dean COULD NOT be more open to read — esp. in this fic — but cas is just. SO STUPID ABOUT IT.

which again. i love when they are essentially just in love and everyone except them kind of sees it. moron4moron, truly.

also omg I'm so sorry this is stupid long i don't have anything that deep to discuss really i just love talking about destiel my bad 😭❤️

send me a snippet from a fic of mine for the DVD commentary

😭 Grace now you have put me into an impossible situation! For your sake I truly hope he won't include you into his slides but for my own selfish reason and twisted amusement I'm silently praying that he'll sneak in a picture of you... I'm so sorry but the senior trip one was so hilarious and adorable that I'm sure other ones will be just as awesome!

YES MY DARLING GIRL, YOU DID SO WELL!! The format change doesn't even matter, you finished the paper quickly and BEFORE THE DEADLINE!!! WELL DONE HONEY!

WHAT?? STINKY 😭 OH no, poor baby boy. Is he doing okay overall? How's he handling it? EXCUSE ME YOUR MOTHER DID WHAT?? THAT'S A CRIMINAL OFFENSE, PUNISHABLE BY DEATH!! Don't worry Grace, I will come and snatch you up for a tattoo tour!

Duh. Obviously recording was the better choice. That's not even a question. I'm sure your brother would have done the same thing to you. I would have died laughing, just the mental image is cracking me up!

A Japanese steakhouse?? Omg that sound mouth watering!! Tell me more please! Well... I'm not saying that you can easily be distracted/love procrastinating buuut I kinda had a feeling that you wouldn't devote your whole day to studying like you said...that's why 🤨 was included. BUT 5 QUESTIONS OUT OF 50 IS A START!! 45 MORE TO GO! YOU GOT THIS. I BELIEVE IN YOU!! Though you definitely could get 10 out of 50 if it weren't for Call of Duty 🫢 (joking, taking care of yourself and relaxing is important too!)

Here's some more Sam/Mel videos I found

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRmnYo6/

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRLAaFh/

Girl I cannot have you praying on my down fall in Jon’s class 😭 thankfully, he didn’t put any pictures of me in the slides, but we did talk about vision today. I wear glasses most of time, so he asked me if I was near or farsighted, then he proceeded to call me ‘four eyes.’ Like bro, WE BOTH WEAR GLASSES?!? That senior trip picture haunts my dreams, but I hope it will be the one that gets put in, just for your sake

THANK YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE!!! I’m such a procrastinator when it comes to writing for school, but then it doesn’t even take me an hour to finish

Stinky is a MESS!! We’ve had him a little over 3 years, but the only real problem he’s had from it, was when the cut on his paw wouldn’t heal. Other than that, he seems perfectly fine. He was a random stray that quite literally appeared in our backyard one day, so we don’t know how long he’s had it for. Hell, we don’t even know how old he is 😭 but don’t worry about him, that little trouble maker is laying in bed right next to me, snoring his head off. IT HONESTLY IS A CRIME!!! I want another one so bad, but she’s just like “no 🤨.” A tattoo tour sounds amazing right now too!!

When in doubt, record! That’s something I have always lived by. My poor brother was like 6 years old getting jumped by a rooster, that somehow knocked him down too. That boy was going through hell and all I did was smile and say “you’re doing good, sweetie!”

Japanese steakhouses are so amazing!! I highly recommend going to one. We just ate a simple dine-in, but you chose to do hibachi, which is where you get to sit at this grill and have the chef cook it in front of you. It’s pretty cool, but it’s a lot more expensive than a dine-in. You know me so well, it’s kind of unsettling miss ma’am. But in a good way! If it makes you feel better, I’m going to my chemistry tutor tomorrow so we can go over an exam

Don’t ask me the color of anything in that first pic of Mel, I couldn’t tell you

I seriously need to buckle down and watch her other roles 😻

I read your writings and... WHEW! THEY'RE REALLY GOOD! 💦💦💦💦 A✨M✨A✨Z✨I✨N✨G

Anyway, may I request NSFW/Explicit Zhongli x reader where y/n is a mage who requires constant archon energy to keep her life? Like, if she doesn't get archon's "energy", she'll die? Yknow, the usual hentai manga plot. 😏

Thank you for this first fuck and die request anon your mind is 👌✨👏👌🤯🤯🤯

In Pursuit of Knowledge

Summary: As one of his beloved citizen, it was only right for Zhongli to ensure your continued survival. He was after all quite fond of you.

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If the people of Liyue spared a thought on the type of woman that the esteemed Wangsheng funeral parlor consultant would bed, you would not be on the list of their consideration. The stark contrast of Mr. Zhongli’s measured and composed manner, love for tradition and order completely clashed with your untamed and heretical thoughts that threw away tradition and order.

Though Liyue respected and moved towards the winds of change, it did so without forgetting its tradition unlike you who took tradition apart and reformed it into something completely unrecognizable. Your innovation borders the heresy of Khaenri’ah. Your acts of genius toeing the line between blasphemy and reverence for the holy.

Thus, no one would ever think that the esteemed Mr. Zhongli would take you to his bed, every night. Spreading your legs wide as his large cock slipped in and out of your pussy, firmly gripping your legs as he plowed you.

Each thrust calculated to bring you the most pleasure as he fed you his Geo energy, circulating it through the veins of your body as you sobbed with pleasure. Despite his calculated movements, Zhongli was a mess. His hair was flowing freely and some strands were sticking to his face and chest.

His neck and arms were littered with bites and scratches from the earlier round. Zhongli had wasted no time in removing your clothes from the moment you had entered his bedroom, weakly, at the end of the day. Your curse doing its duty of robbing you of life without an Archon’s energy. It was the price you paid for one of your pursuits of knowledge. And Zhongli, who had grown fond of you and your insane acts of genius, lent his help.

“Zhongli-” You moaned as he thrusted into you, “I-no more…” You cried as you came once more. Heedless of the fact that Zhongli had spilled his seed inside you countless of times.

“You’ll be exploring a ruin tomorrow,” He reminded you, voice gentle even as his thrusts were rough and his bite marks hard “And I can’t accompany you to provide you “energy” that you need.”

You blushed at the reminder that Zhongli would often accompany you on such trips and would shamelessly remove your clothes to provide you enough energy to sustain your life. Trial and error had led you both to the conclusion that other than his blood, his cum was the second best carrier of the energy you needed to keep on living.

Your vehement disgust at drinking his blood had led to this activity. Every night, as soon as the sun sets in the horizon, you would make your way into Zhongli’s home. Letting him shed his mortal form and spreading your legs to receive Rex Lapis’ archon energy.

It had been a long time since the first night and yet Zhongli never failed to make you feel shy.

Your continued silence coupled with your embarrassed face led Zhongli to a different conclusion, “Or perhaps, you would prefer to receive my energy while on your exploration?”

He leaned close to you, eyes shining like cor lapis and closer to a dragon than that of a human. Zhongli had removed his hand from your legs and instead placed it on your large and soft tits that bore the mark of his sharp teeth.

“That’s not-” You sucked in a breath as Zhongli pinched your nipple.

He hummed softly, before he moved away and then turned you over to lay on your stomach. Your ass and cum filled pussy presented before him. And he began your 10th round of sex, your pussy had easily accepted his large and fat cock, mouth opening to let loose sounds of pleasure as the sound of slapping echoud loudly in Zhongli’s room.

He held your waist tightly as he moved to and fro, sliding his cock back and forth inside your wet and cum filled pussy. His previous cum slipped out with each thrust and acted as a lube. The headrest of the bed banged on the wall in perfect rhythm as Zhongli fucked you hard in the bed.

You moaned and cried out, begging him for mercy as your overly stimulated pussy came once more, and again as you felt the pulse of Geo energy flowing through your body. Your lewd cries, however, where covered by the sudden formation of a jade dildo.

And Zhongli’s hand gripped your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as your body rocked with pleasure from Zhongli’s thrusts, the jade dildo entered your mouth and muffled your cries and moans. He was worthy of being the Geo Archon with his mastery of forging.

Your hands were now being held by chains of jade that appeared to be attached to the ceiling, pulsating with the geo energy you had come to recognize as uniquely Zhongli’s. You moaned once more as his thrust and the pulsating pleasure of the Geo Energy from the geo mark on the chains synced with each other.

Your body felt hot as Zhongli’s hand traveled down your hips and to your pussy, circling your clit and forcing another orgasm out of you. The jade dildo on your mouth pulsated with Geo energy, your drool fell onto Zhongli’s soft silk covers.

Even so it didn’t stop him from fucking you raw, cock slipping in and out of you with ease as he hit your g-spot again and again, driving you mad with pleasure as your cunt twitch and Zhongli came inside you again with a hard grunt just as you were shocked with the sudden thrust of the Jade dildo down your throat and the warm liquid geo energy that came down your throat and settled into the pit of your stomach.

Zhongli panted, “I’m sorry, my dear” He apologized without any sincerity, “I want to make sure you would be safe tomorrow.”

Drunk on the over abundance of his energy, you could only dumbly look at him in a haze of post coital orgasm. Your cunt twitching as Zhongli scooped up the excess cum and shoving it back into your pussy, your soft moans did nothing to lessen his desire for you. If anything it had only made him want to fuck you more, to spill his essence inside of you beyond what you required.

‘Everything must be taken into moderation’ Zhongli thought as he formed another Jade dildo, to plug your cunt and ensure that you would have enough energy to spare for tomorrow’s activities.

A casual observer would have long noticed that Zhongli’s particular attentiveness to prolonging your mortal lifespan had already exceeded that of a normal friend’s or an admirer of innovation. However, as most of Liyue and your acquaintances, both shared and not, spared no thought at the consequences of your inherent curiosity born of being a genius, and Zhongli’s fondness for your shenanigans.

And thus, with a gentleness only spared for lovers, Zhongli began to clean you up, paying no mind to his still erect cock. There was still tomorrow morning to release the rest of his seed inside you after all.

Come morning, you found yourself bended over the dining table, your shorts were dropped on the floor, as Zhongli’s cock slid in and out of your still sensitive pussy.

“Fontaine’s invention of this easy-access underwear truly helps us out,” Zhongli praised as his hand rested on the spread out cheeks of your ass, exposing your asshole and cum filled pussy to the cold morning air. Of course, the lacy black underwear with gold trim on the slit wonderfully showcased your dripping cunt, the edges of the golden trim stained with your pussy juice and Zhongli’s cum.

“Mnnn-why?” You moaned as Zhongli’s cock brushed over your g-spot, you angled your ass to ensure that his next thrust would hit it and give you the orgasm you were longing for, but a slap on your asscheeks signaled Zhongli’s want for your obedience.

“I reckon, you wouldn’t be pleased if I ruined one more pair of your underwear” He teased as he gave you hard thrust that had the table shaking and your cunt clenching, “a pity we don’t have enough time to make you drink straight from the source.”

You felt your heart spike at the thought and knew from the amused chuckle behind you that Zhongli clearly saw through your thoughts.

“Perhaps, I’ll visit you at lunch.”

Underneath his teasing tone, you clearly heard his intent to show up at the ruins. The mere thought of Zhongli fucking you relentlessly in the exposed ruins of Dunyu was enough to make you cum and as his hands tightly gripped your ass, you felt another splash of heat inside you. Zhongli didn’t move his cock outside of you, instead remaining for a few moments before he slowly slipped his cock out.

You made a move to stand but the firm hand on your back stopped you and you felt the familiar pulse of his dildo slip in. The cold jade contrasted to the warm heat of your cum filled pussy.

“Zhongli?”

“The Dunyu ruins are filled with Fatui members, this is just a precaution in case you need to fight...using your magic” He explained before grabbing your shorts and gently dressed you up.

His hand ghosted over your crotch, groping it and pushing the dildo further in, he whispered, “Just making sure it stays put.”

You blushed, not believing a single word as you shakily pushed him away and made your way to the front door. Each step you took made you keenly aware of the cum swishing inside your pussy, the dildo moving up and down with every step.

‘Today’s going to be a long day’ You thought with mild annoyance as you prayed that no one would figure out the reason for your flushed cheeks.

Zhongli smiled at your back, wondering how long it would take for you to realize that your hands were still stained with his cum after he had made you help him fill 5 glass bottles with his essence. The aforementioned bottles clinking noisily and audibly inside your satchel. The feel of your hand and mouth as it stroked and licked his cock was still fresh in his mind.

“Have a good day at work,” He smiled at your soft ‘yeah’ and found himself anticipating today’s lunch. He would afterall, have you for his main course.

So it's been 2 weeks has passed and the darling hasn't reacted to the punishments the Allies has been giving them, and if anything has been ignoring them ( basically any punishment the boys throw at them has no effect ). Another 2 weeks has passed, but to the boys surprise this seems to get a new reaction out of the darling. With every passing day the boys goes out an kills innocent people( y'know to pile more work on the darling ); and the more people they kill the more panicky, agitated, worried, and scared the darling becomes. The darling keeps pleading them to stop and let them do their job, warning them if they don't stop they'll regret it. The boys doesn't listen, if anything they'll relish in the feeling. One of world most powerful creature is finally submitting to them. How delicious, yet pathetic. It's been 4 days since then, and darling still pleads and begs them to stop and let them go. Around this time the boys are just getting home and is about to go check on their darling. But then they stop when they heard some muffled voices in the darling's room. Did the darling somehow contact someone to help her escape!!! And to think they was about to let her off of punishment! Well I guess that won't be happening any time soon. When to boys got to the room; the darling was on their knees and it looked like they were praying, and on in the center of the room was a very bright light and. The boys couldn't believe it, it was.... God. The darling was constantly apologizing about how they could let all of this happen and how the regretting meeting the boys in the first place. God has forgiven the darling and said it wasn't their fault. God has broken their remaining bounds the darling had around their hands and feet. The darling wasted no time running out of the room and unleashing their beautiful black and white wings. But before they full ran out of the room, the darling gives them a pity yet angry glance. " I tried to warn you. I just hope when Grimmy ( it's the nickname for the grim reaper. The darling works very close with them and is extremely close with them ) get here, they'll go easy on you. " Then the darling flies away. Now that's left in room was the boys and God. God tells them what they did was unacceptable and that it doesn't matter that they love the darling to much, and that they darling plays a huge role between life, death, and the afterlife; and that they could of messed up something. And all the lives they took and the sins they've committed, He'll have to punish them. After when God said that, the boys help a uncomfortable chill ran down their spine. Then the room has gotten darker all of a sudden. Out of the corner of the boys eye they saw a skeleton hand reach into the corner of the door. Then the light flickered off for a second. The hand wasn't there anymore. But then the boys felt a presence behind them. Turning around they saw a 9 foot ( almost 10 foot ) tall skeleton looming over them, they were wearing a pitch black cloak in. It was the.Grim.Reaper. After that nothing can prepare them for what they boys went through, it was worse than literal hell. Let's just say the boys regret killing all those people and they did to the darling. ( This part 2 the Angle of Death ask ) Also this is what the darling looks like.

This is my OC. So minus the hair, eyes, face, body. I'll just leave it to the other readers imagination

I was unsure if this was an ask, like a part two for me to write, or simply just you explaining what happens next and what the reader is supposed to look like. So I'll do their reactions to getting punished and what their punishments are. Also, I summed up what you wrote in a more story-like format instead, I hope you don't mind! If you do let me know either through messages or through another ask and I'll delete what I wrote and simply leave your ask posted! Everything is below the cut due to length~

2 entire weeks have passed since the initial punishment. 2 weeks of no souls being taken care of. But that's okay, it doesn't affect you yet. You can handle this, you won't give them what they want: a reaction. They come down every day, bloodied with an innocent person's blood, but you won't say anything, won't react. This angers them. Another agonizing 2 weeks pass. They were getting tired of you not doing anything other than taking the food and water they gave to you. Today is different though. You're fidgety, feisty, and overall look terrified. They assume the punishment is working. They can't help but feel pride at watching you beg and cry for them to stop killing people, to let you at the very least reap their souls and come back. It's exhilarating, delectable. The power they feel bringing you, an Angel of Death, to such a state is a rush they could get addicted to. Your pathetic attempts to threaten them saying "something bad will happen if you don't stop this," were enjoyable to some degree as well. How sad their little caged Angel had become. 4 days later they come home, your voice seems to echo from where they left them. What happened? Who were you talking to? How did you contact someone? Regrettable that this happened, you were acting so good before this and he was honestly considering letting you out early for good behavior. He barges into the room where his darling is. You were praying to a bright light, a bright light that was near the center of the room. It appeared to be some entity. No, it wasn't just some entity, it was God himself. His darling was apologizing to him, saying you didn't mean to let this happen, sorry for not being strong enough to stop him, and the biggest stab to his heart, you were apologizing for even getting to know them in the first place. He watched as the chains released their holds on your ankles and wrists and you wasted no time in stretching out your gorgeous wings and walking towards an exit to the outside. You only turned to look at them for a second, deep sorrow and intense anger in your eyes. "I tried to warn you (___). I just hope Grimmy is able to show you some mercy when he gets here." You then flew away after that, leaving him alone with God. He looks disappointed, explaining that love won't be a good enough excuse to save him from his very own punishment. He had disrupted the work of Heaven and Hell, killed innocents simply out of spite, and he must atone for those crimes. God leaves in a flash of bright white, leaving him in a now dark room, a chill traveling up his spine as he soon feels a presence in the room. He catches the boney hand of something out of the corner of his eye. As he turns to see it clearly, he sees a giant skeleton draped in a black robe reach out a boney hand to take him. He has never been through a worse hell than this.

2p America (Allen)

Allen is regretful while he is taken to his punishment. He knows he deserves it, he went a little crazy from the power he had over you. And now that your gone, never to return to him, he feels like this is a just end to his empty life. His punishment is among the worst. The Grim Reaper makes Allen live out what he did to those innocent souls as well as suffer the same punishments he had ever given to you. He will eventually go mad, and if you were to spare him and see him, it would simply make him go deeper into insanity and depression.

2p Canada (Matt)

Out of all of them, he feels like he is the least deserving of this. He hadn't made you suffer, or kept you locked away. He may not have let you go far without him, but he didn't completely stop you from doing your job. I can see Matt being regretful, but not for long. Only for as long as he feels he really deserved. His punishment is by far the least painful. The Grim Reaper makes him suffer in a more creative way, he was to watch what could've been. As someone who was usually always gentle with you, it pains him to watch what his life could've been if he had just stayed patient and lenient.

2p England (Oliver)

Oliver is a tough one to crack in this case. He's already insane for the most part so nothing really scares him while he is being taken to his punishment. Oliver also really can't see what he's done wrong. He isn't regretful for what he did, at least not to those people. His punishment is hard to decide. In the end, Oliver is tortured by leaving him alone. He will wait for eternity alone, no one to speak to, nothing to do, he will rot away forever until even his facade of sanity is no longer there to keep him company.

2p France (Francois)

Francois has no complaints. He figures this is just another bad thing to add to his miserable existence. He's partially regretful for what he did to you. He knows he shouldn't have snapped at the end of the day and that getting a power trip wasn't like him and he should've caved sooner. However, in the end, he's still selfish and he figures you should've been careful, he did warn you about his dislikes after all. Francois's punishment is to take away his peace. He will be driven insane by noise. He's the only one to be let back out into the human world again. Francois is now constantly plagued by noise, and any vice or sin he commits (drinking, smoking, killing) the noise will only get louder.

2p Russia (Viktor)

Viktor is not at all regretful. He doesn't care at all. Viktor is one that would actively try to fight against The Grim Reaper. Of course, he fails at this. Viktor's punishment is similar to what he did to you. He is left alone with other punished souls in a type of confinement. Viktor will be subjected to years of push and pull tactics. He will come to fully rely on The Grim Reaper or whoever is watching over the souls, flushing his pride and intelligent mind down the drain.

2p China (Zao)

Zao is deeply regretful to some degree. He feels he disrespected you, your job, and your boss. This is something he never wanted to do as he honors respect deeply. On the other hand, he isn't regretful for punishing you, he still believes wholeheartedly that you deserved it, just maybe not to the degree he took it. Zao's punishment is similar to Viktor's. Zao has a deep sense of honor, of pride, and he is punished by spending eternity being taunted, teased, beaten, and spit on. This is another one where he would go absolutely insane and become a whole other person. If you ever took the time to see him you would not recognize the man in front of you, and he wouldn't recognize you either.

So I just got curious and went through 'the fic of bad feeling' tag and wow! I just wanted to say that even without the full thing, your thoughts and snippets created such a vivid world (and emotions) and I love it!! Thank you for a wonderful hour spent grinning at my phone ❤

The tag is called "fic of bad feelings" because I used to write on it whenever I was feeling a little stressed in my real life. But honestly, I should call it "the fic of good feelings" now! You people have brought so much sweetness to my inbox for this story!! Thank you!!

Here is a snippet just for you and your kindness. I'm on my phone so let's pray Tumblr doesn't eat my formatting alive like it probably will:

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Louis was in sweatpants and a ratty yellow gym shirt with a stain down the side. His hair was half sticking up and he had bags under his eyes that looked terribly deep, more tired eyes than Louis should ever have. He looked fucked-up and soft and angry, stomping into the restaurant with a blazing raised chin, a paradox of chaotic mess and determined focus, Harry's own personal avenging angel. 

Michael ambled in his wake, his face long-suffering. 

“What are you doing here,” Harry gasped, and then narrowed his eyes with utter poison, “With Michael?” 

As one, Zayn and Louis and Michael rolled their eyes.

“I'm just here for the beignets,” Michael said, plopping down on the end of table. Zayn slid the plate into his reach. 

“What the fuck, Harry, you don't get to care who I'm with,” Louis said, crossing and uncrossing his arms.

"I can care about whatever I want," Harry retorted.

"Or not care, clearly," Louis said, and that one really hurt.

Another Langst prompt : Lance has a panic attack mid-battle and is helpless to stop it. He can't do what he's supposed to do, autopilot engaged, and gets chewed out by the team when his mic is off. He can still hear them as they go from annoyed to concerned to panicking when he doesn't answer. His lion's barrier is up when they return to the castle and no one can get in. What gets Lance to open up? Who gets him to come out? And why did he have a panic attack in the first place? Thanks!

Okay!

Mentions of Panic Attacks!!!!

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Lance froze, his fingers shaking as he attempted to keep his grip the controls of the Blue lion. He couldn’t breath and anxiety quickly filled his veins as his heart pounded in his ears. His limbs felt like they were weighed down by lead, and it dragged him down, making him feel like gravity had gotten stronger. 

His chest felt heavy as if the yellow lion itself had curled up on it and took a nap. He struggled to fill his lungs, his windpipe feeling crush and he coughed slightly as his throat squeezed around the dry air of Blue’s cockpit. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, colors swimming around his closed lids and he hung his head forward. Everything felt tight, his clothes seemed to choke him and his skin felt as though it didn’t belong to him. 

He could vaguely hear the familiar hum from Blue as his teammates began to question why he was no longer in formation. 

“Lance?! Why aren’t you here? You’re ruining the plan!” Pidge’s voice sounded strained and she screamed when something shot at the Green lion. 

“Is everything alright?” Hunk ask, turning yellow around to check on his best friend. 

Lance couldn’t understand what his friends were saying, they sounded muffled, like they were on a beach and he was twelve feet under water, trying to have a conversation with them. 

Lance attempted to fill his lungs, falling forward slightly has his body rejected what he needed most. I can’t breath, why can’t I breath?! What is happening to me? Am I dying? He opened his eyes again, trying to recognise any of the unfamiliar symbols that were written on Blue. Everything began to swim and Lance released a small groan as he placed his head on the dashboard. 

He knew he was hyperventilating, he knew that Blue was scratching at the barrier that he had put up around his mind, he couldn’t let anyone know what was happening. 

“Guys…Blue isn’t moving,” Keith stopped his lion, his eyes scanning to the only unmoving lion on the entire battle field. 

“What do you mean?” Shiro swung his lion around, his eyes going wide at the paralyzed looking robotic cat. Shiro tapped his helmet, “Lance? Are you okay?” 

Silence filled the coms and everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats, anticipating when Lance would laugh out loud, yelling something about being tricked, but that never came.  

“Co-come on Lance…stop-p-p messing around,” Hunk sounded panicky and he fly his lion around Blue a few times, trying to get his friend to react. Still nothing. 

“Lance, this isn’t the time for this! Please just say that you’re alright.” Pidge closed her eyes, praying her friend was okay. 

Nothing happened for awhile but eventually Blue started to move, right back to the castle, not stopping for anything. Everyone shouted with joy at the lion’s movements, believing that their paladin was better, not knowing how their friend was really doing inside the cockpit. 

He still couldn’t breath, his insecurities fell on him like waves, crashing on top of him one after the other. He felt worthless and no matter what he did to try and stop it, he just couldn’t seem to bring oxygen into his system. He shook like a leaf in fall and he gripped at his sweaty hair. Please, make it stop. He didn’t know who or what he was talking to but he wish they would help. 

He knew that his lion was moving, he could fele her purrs of concern as she started towards the castle. No, no, no, no, he attempted to pull himself up onto his chair, I can’t let the team see me like this. He rubbed his arms, his chest throbbing in pain. 

Then Blue landed and a few ticks later the team was in the hanger, lucky Blue had put her barrier up and the were forced to wait outside. Blue started to sne positive vibes to her paladin, showing Lance the concern faces of his teammates. 

Lance closed his eyes, sucking in a few breathes before counting in his head, hearing his mother’s voice in the back of his mind. In four, hold seven, out eight. In four, hold seven, out eight.In four, hold seven, out eight. After what felt like an eternity Lance had managed to calm himself down enough to think straight. 

He slowly stood from his place on the floor, shaking out his arms as he stretched his back, I need to face them. He placed his hand on Blue’s dash, giving her a small thanks before exiting his lion. 

Everyone stared at Lance for a few moments, their eyes filled with curiosity, Keith opened his mouth to speak but Lance raised his hand to silence him. “Look, I’m sorry about that, I guess I just kinda freaked out? I’m not really sure to be one hundred percent honest. But I promise it won’t happen again.” He scratched at his head nervously, his eyes avoiding his teammates, a wave of exhausting rushing over him.  

Everyone’s faces fell as they listened to their friend, no one really knowing what to say. Except Hunk knew what to do, he slowly approached Lance and wrapped his arms around his best friend. “Don’t apologize, we don’t blame you, sometimes we all freak out.” 

Lance nodded and soon more arms wrapped around him, everyone showing their support for their leg of Voltron.

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