#Evil cooking lesson evil cooking lesson

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I personally love that Yuuko doesn’t even ask why and agrees before he even gets the chance to explain. For many reasons, but in particular because of Watanuki’s growing aptitude for solving these cases by himself, following his own intuition, and coming up with ideas that Yuuko didn’t prompt him with. It’s all very encouraging for events THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE HAPPENING SOON in which Watanuki won’t have her guidance forever. 

But if we’re lucky that’ll still be a while away and we can enjoy Yuuko the maximum possible amount. We’re in the last 20% of the manga now so who knows maybe we can hold out even longer?

10/10 love the change in Watanuki’s expression as he mentions the plans he has in store. Surely this will be >:) a normal lesson

[fiendishartist2]

putting a man in my screenwriting tv show concept with shaking hands knowing the fandom would completely disregard the sapphic main characters for him

[tim-official]

the current trend of "tumblr users embarrassing themselves by proudly announcing why they don't listen to any music made by black people" is really astounding.

i cannot help but think this is a direct result of liberal White Guilt and how people have interpreted "anti-racism" as form of cultural self-segregation - the kind of person who thinks trying to cook chicken curry is cultural appropriation, or sends white people anon hate for wearing a kimono (yes, this kind of discourse happened). like, "oh, no, i could never participate in this culture, i'd get my evil white hands all over it! it would be more Progressive if I only did White things."

if you're a poc you've seen this, i'm sure - this deer-in-the-headlights stare you can get from white people when you play music / show art / share a story / anything that is Racially Coded, this total refusal to actually engage with it out of fear that it is in some way Wrong for them to have any opinion on it. because they read somewhere that it's bad to use AAVE but the only lesson they actually learned from that is "gotcha, white people are not allowed to interact with other cultures as punishment for my White Crimes. this helps to fill up the gaping pit of my white guilt and makes me one of the Good People." this transforms their discomfort around non-white cultures (black culture, especially, i should add) into a kind of virtue

anyway if you are white and reading this. go listen to some fucking haliu mergia. ethiopian jazz. will knock your dick right off. go listen to rap or reggae or bollywood and have a genuine reaction to it - like, an actual, from-the-heart reaction. you are allowed to not like some of it. but you will definitely like at least a little. yes, you can compare it to lemon demon (or whatever) if that helps you get into it and that's your only point of reference. maybe don't say that part out loud. but don't, like, separate yourself from it, like you are seeing it in a museum and the only polite thing to do is go "ahh, huh, very interesting, so much culture here."

[pellucid-constellations]

Last updated September 22nd, 2024

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⁂ Azriel ⁂

→ Multi-Part Series/Oneshots

∙ Of Oblivious Minds (Part I)

You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.

Part II, Part III, Part IV

∙ If It All Fell (Series Masterlist)

If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

∙ Compliments to the Line Cook

Azriel never goes for any of the girls on staff. Cassian can't figure out why—and it's pissing him off. (Modern AU, Line Cook!Azriel)

∙ Favoritism Azriel always seems to be working. Well, not always. Sometimes he's on the phone outside the restaurant with a massive smile on his face. (Modern AU, Line Cook!Azriel) ∙ Lessons in Care Azriel loves you so much. Even though you can't cook. You're trying though. (Modern AU, Line Cook!Azriel)

∙ Trial and Error (Part I)

Based on the request: "Azriel with single mom reader? I feel like being a single mom in ACOTAR would be tricky as hell… reader comes from autumn court and flees to night court because she got pregnant out of marriage? 😯 the shame"

Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V -> Part V Bonus, Part VI

→ Standalone Oneshots

∙ Only in Dreams

In his dreams, Azriel recounts how he got to his mate.

∙ Reversal

When protecting your mate brings out a side you swore to keep hidden, you have to deal with the consequences.

∙ Set in Stone

The Court of Nightmares is an evil place. Secret agendas, forced marriages, malicious intent; there’s nothing good or pure. But then Azriel finds you.

∙All Over Again

You're drunk. Your mate is trying to get you home. Only problem is—you're really, really drunk.

∙ By the Book

Azriel is struggling to catch the attention of his mate. Cassian offers him some advice, but "putting the moves on you" is harder than it seems, especially since he's not a character in one of Nesta's novels.

∙ To Feel At Home

Winnowing out from Under the Mountain, you know you need to find him—it doesn't seem real, to feel so at home.

∙ A Promise

As war inches closer on the horizon, Azriel reminds you of a promise you made to him—one you aren't sure you can keep.

∙ If You Cared to Ask

Azriel hasn't been listening. You got hurt. Sometimes, an argument can't be boiled down to just one instance.

⁂ Cassian ⁂

∙ R&R

Cassian was tired and you were taking forever to get your ass back home.

∙ The Construct of Loyalty

After months of "disobedience," your father calls upon Cassian to be your personal guard. That leaves Cassian, a soldier in the Night Court army, your childhood friend, and a man deeply in love with you, to protect you from all fronts—including the arranged marriage you were born into.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave boy Danny AU where he's half asleep and rambling as he mentions some people back home like his exes (especially Valerie), his English teacher, this stalker of his who he likes messing with, and the annoying fruitloop who's the bane of his existence! They're concerned. Only once he's fully awake when they ask for names.

Lancer is Alfred, Talia is Val, maybe Paulina is Julie Madison but idk, Wes is Edward/The riddler (I'm pretty sure there was a time he had a reddish orange hair. Either way, he was the same model as Danny so maybe Wes dyed his hair to not be confused with the Fentons in this AU), and Vlad is Ra's!

Hello! This actually falls out of my planned plotline for Cave Boy, but I will write something for you that is close to the prompt to make up for it! Hope that's okay and that you like it

Flash sends them a message sometime in the early afternoon before any of the Bats are ready to go out. In fact, Damian, Duke, Steph, and Jason are in class when his message arrives.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, Cass, and Barbara are at work. As the Flash is one of the few who knows what the Batfamily is doing during these hours, it is rare for him to bother at this hour. He would have usually waited until after five as that was when a majority of them became available.

They all quickly check their phones when they vibrate to ensure it's not a world-ending threat, just in case.

Since the messages would be sent to their civilian phones- anyone in the know of the Bat's real identity chooses to text in a very specific code. This way, no one would know what they were saying, and the Bats would realize they were speaking to who they thought they were.

Barry Allen chose Disney theme GIFs as his code.

A gif of Mulan singing Reflections lets them all know that somehow, the speedster has again opened a portal into a different dimension and/or mess with time.

"Why is my reflection someone I don't know?" meant "A double of one of you has crossed over from a different dimension and/or timeline"

This causes a brief ripple of anxiety. The last time someone had a double, it was Tim, and his future version of himself was crazy, evil, and surprisingly capable. It took Tim almost ending his life to beat the guy.

Thankfully, the second GIF comes through seconds later. This one is Mulan's Honor To Us All.

"Please bring honor to us all" meant "The double is friendly."

The last Gif was from Lion King, Timon cheerfully singing Hakuna Matata. "It means no worries for the rest of your days" meant "Sorry for the trouble."

Those in class return to their various lessons, but Tim quickly responds, "I love that movie! We should watch Mulan again the next time I see you, Uncle Barry!"

This means, "We will meet the double tonight."

The rest of the day drags on as they all slowly start to make bets on who the double would be for. They all agree that Cass is long overdue to face herself again. Still, Dick makes the complying argument that Duke needed to have his first "My counterpart from another dimensional/ Timal plane" moment.

They all actively hope Duke can clear another block on his Bat-bingo card. He gets two more and a complimentary tray of any of his favorite Alfred's desserts.

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That night, they all meet up in the watch tower, each clutching their bingo card just in case. (The game resets every month, and so far, Jason has written down the most accurate predictions. He needed two more squares for a cooking lesson of his favorite meal, and he was out for blood)

They all silently go to the conference room, where Barry entertains the guests. Apparently, they were trying to find discrepancies in their world's history and the double's life to help find which world they came from and send them back.

They were being shown the main rouges to test the timeframe.

"Is that Wes!?" A young male teenager yells. Sadly, Steph swears, staring at her "A new Batgirl from a different world" box.

"We call him Edward when he's not in his costume. Otherwise, his name is the Riddler." Barry answers, amusement clear in his voice.

"Riddler? How is Riddler menacing? What does he tell you, riddles of death or something?"

"You be surprised......."

Bruce gets to the door, pushing it open with a quick flick of the wrist, and inside is Barry sitting at the conference table next to a boy with dark hair and blue eyes. In front of them is a hologram showcasing the Gotham Rouge files.

There are papers and pencils scattered on the table. Likely, they have been writing down notes of the differences they have spotted.

Barry's eyes flicker to them, but the boy is too distracted to count on his fingers.

"Okay, so Wes is Riddler, Val is Talia, Fruitloop is Ra's, Sckuller is Bane, and ugh....for some reason, Spectra is Harley Quinn." The boy finishes checking his notes.

"For some reason? I thought you said Spectra studied psychology too."

"yeah, but Harley Quinn actually got a Ph.D. What did Spectra do? Land a school counselor position? Please." The boy rolls his eyes dismissively, and Barry frowns.

He's never taken kindly to people disregarding another person's profession, especially if it was connected to the educational system in some way.

"Hey now, that's an important job, and you need years of study before you can be a school counselor-"

"I bet Spectra peaked in high school. That's why she's like that." The boy cut him off, nodding as though he had found the universe's answer.

Well.....this was either a version of Jason, Tim, or maybe early Dick, that was a little too sassy but not angry? It's not sad either; it's more like, fed up? Or teenage tired.

"Oh, who are they?" The boy asks, and Barry zips right next to Batman.

"Danny, meet Batman...the you of this world. And his kids."

Danny squints. "Who is your mom, and how easy am I? Because there is a lot of you that I fathered for me to not be easy."

Jason burst out laughing, checking a box. "Yes, someone calling Bruce easy in costume. That's on bingo for me!"

[gay-dorito-dust]

Baking with Bill Cipher head canons or prompt please? Only if you want! Have a good night/day!

Baking with bill sounds like a show I’d watch ngl-

Anyway! You’d think that Baking would bore Bill and hope that the little triangle dream demon would leave you alone to do something so boring and human.

Nope! The little shit puts on a frilly little apron (something so evil shouldn’t look so fucking cute) and floats over to you to look over at the cook book you had splayed out across the counter.

You: can I help you?

Bill: I’m baking with you! Seeing as how destroying everything in known existence and torturing people to the brink of insanity and back is wrong according to you humans. Anyway we don’t need this *throws book out the window*

You: I fucking needed that you triangular twat!

Bill: improvisation is a thing babe, consider this your lesson on it.

Needless to say baking with bill is a disaster just waiting to happen because no actual baking gets done because Bill is too entertained by changing everything you held into something weird or disturbing.

Bowl? Nope massive tarantula

Spoon? Nope two headed snake with the most poisonous venom known to man.

The eggs hatch into fire breathing chickens with dragon legs and wings.

The batter becomes a goo like monster who attracts its pray with its sweet smell. Amongst many other things.

To bill it was hilarious but to you it was nothing short of annoying as all you wanted to do was bake chocolate chip cookies as a rewards for dealing with bill and his entirety.

You: are you finished? *you said as you shut the door behind the massive tarantula and locking it after sweeping it out with a broom*

Bill: why the sour-dough face cupcake. Hehe sourdough.

You: can you let me actually bake something without using your powers to interfere!?

Bill: boo sounds boring.

You: you’ll get the first taste.

Bill: deal!

So bill left you to actually do some baking for once but his uncharacteristic silence made you think he was about to do something and you were right, but it wasn’t until after the cookies came out did you realise what he had done the moment bill insists that you taste the cookies first instead.

You: you put maggots or worms or even black bugs in the cookies didn’t you? *unimpressed*

Bill: noooooo. *you raise a brow at him* Okay yes I did. *he kicks the air in defeat* you’re not fun.

Needless to say you start baking when Bill is away so that you can enjoy what you made but sometimes would come home to him in the frilly apron making something you were sure wouldn’t sit right with you after. You hope it wasn’t rat poison or anything like that but you highly doubt it cuz it was Bill you were talking about.

[devildomwriter]

Ten Manga I Think They’d Enjoy

Lucifer

He likes manga that reads like classic literature, dark stories, mysteries, psychological stories, and occasionally something sweet or cute

Monster, Devilman, Children of the Sea, A Country Without Humans, Doomsday With My Dog, Island in a Puddle, Erased, For the Kid I Saw In My Dreams, Innocent, Shonen Note

Mammon

He likes stories involving his personal hobbies like working on cars, gambling, etc. he also enjoys funny stories and secretly cute romances or relatable romances

The Brave-Tuber, Call of the Night, Fruits Basket, Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan, Initial D, Fairy Tail, Chio’s School Road, Gambling Apocolypse, Kakeguri, Prince Freya

Leviathan

Leviathan loves everything but he’s especially a fan of gaming manga, magical girls, monster girls, isekai, and the classics

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, Black Butler, Berserk, Darling in the Franxx, Dragon Goes House Hunting, I Want to Be A Wall, The Great Snake’s Bride, Puella Magi Madoka, Sailor Moon, Magical Girl Incident

Satan

Satan loves manga that reads like classical literature but he also loves stories about cats, dark mysteries, psychological stories and ones with characters he finds relatable

Chi’s Sweet Home, Ascendance of a Bookworm, Ex-Yakuza and Stray Kitten, Evil Secret Society of Cats, I Am a Cat Barista, Case Closed, Night of the Living Cat, Natsume’s Book of Friends, Summertime Rendering, The Promised Neverland

Asmodeus

Asmodeus mostly enjoys romance whether it’s cute and fluffy or extremely erotic

Ouran High School Host Club, Lovesick Ellie, Monster Musume, MADK, Yarichin Bitch Club, Cherry Magic!, Dick Fight Island, Sweat and Soap, Shiori’s Diary, Nina the Starry Bride

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is a big fan of manga involving food but he also enjoys a good action adventure and sports manga

Food Wars, Delicious in Dungeon, Farming Life in Another World, Mashle, Sachi’s Monstrous Appetite, Starving Anonymous, Something’s Wrong With Us, Eyeshield 21, Kaiju No 8, Campfire Cooking in Another World With My Absurd Skill

Belphegor

Belphegor likes stories with relatable characters which can be hard to find but he also loves adventures, horror, and Slice of life; he’s a little all over the place

Sleep Princess in the Demon’s Castle, The Girl From the Other-side, Hell’s Paradise, Mieruko-Chan, Tokyo Aliens, Shibuya Goldfish, Non Non Biyori, Kemono Jihen, Beyond the Clouds, Laid Back Camp

Solomon

Solomon loves compelling narratives, dark psychological stories, stories that take a deeper look a humanity and immortality, and one’s that involves demons/angels/sorcerers. He does also love cat books like Satan

Death Note, Creepy Cat, No Longer Human, Devils and Realist, Frieren, Made in Abyss, Mao, Sakamoto Days, A School Frozen in Time, Stein’s Gate, Happiness

Thirteen

Thirteen is a little all over the place, she likes to see what’s popular but she also enjoys slashers, one’s that take a closer look at death and spirits, and dark romance

Elfen Lied, Attack on Titan, Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, Momo the Blood Taker, Assassination Classroom, Can’t Stop Cursing You, Love of Kill, Angels of Death, Vampire Knight, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

Simeon

Simeon enjoys reading manga that have some religious aspects, he likes ones about authors since they are relatable, and he enjoys some random ones here and there that are cute or funny. He’s also a sucker for a pure romance

Heaven’s Design Team, Gabriel Dropout, The King’s Beast, Merman in My Tub, My Girlfriend’s Child, A Sign of Affection, Tsubaki Chou Lonely Planet, An Incurable Case of Love, Monthly Girl’s Nozaki Kun, Perfect World

Raphael

Raphael canonically likes coming of age sports dramas. I believe he’s also he amused by one’s involving ant Christian aspects about angels and demons, heaven and hell. He also enjoys one’s that include his hobbies like security, military, and anything to do with fashion

Blue Lock, Haikyu, Blue Exorcist, Vatican Miracle Examiner, Maiden of the Needle, My Dress Up Darling, Not Sew Wicked Step Mother, Witch Hat Atelier, A Bride’s Story, Wind Breaker

Luke

Luke loves to try everything but his books are monitored to make sure he doesn’t stumble upon anything inappropriate for his age ana angel status. He loves ones about food, animals, adventure, and a good slice of life or 4-panel.

Happy Happy Clover, Yuzu the Pet Vet, Yotsuba&!, Sui and Tai-Chan, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Dinosaur Sanctuary, Kitchen Princess, Astro Boy, Naruto

Michael

Michael enjoys funny books, one’s that take a closer look at humanity and war, classical adaptations, and one’s involving angels and demons.

Spy X Family, Maximum Ride, Takane and Hana, Obey Me! The Comic, Mr Villain’s Day Off, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Les Miserables, Apothecary Diaries, Deer King, Yona of the Dawn

Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles likes books that involve history, nobility, prestigious jobs, mystery, and equestrian sports. He also enjoys one’s about demons and servants.

From the Red Fog, Derby Queen, The Elusive Samurai, Imperfect Girl, Peach Boy Riverside, The Splendid Work of the Monster Maid, Tales of the Kingdom, Tokyo Ghoul, Noragami, The Rose of Versailles

Barbatos

Barbatos prefers books that are dark and disturbing as well as insightful books on time, immortality, grief, morality vs law, etc.

Phantom Tales of the Night, My Dear Curse Casting Vampiress, A Silent Voice, Orange, Moriarty the Patriot, Nicola Traveling Around the Demon World, Royal Tutor, Usatoki Rhetoric, The Valiant Must Fall, To Your Eternity

Diavolo

Diavolo absolutely loves cute family manga, funny manga, one’s that involve demons and angels, cute romances, and exciting action and adventure. He isn’t picky and will read anything if it’s been recommended to him.

Wolf Childen, Earthian, The Devil is a Part-Timer, Seraph of the End, Mama Akuma, Little Devils, Cells at Work, Snow White With Red Hair, The Vampire and His Pleasant Companions, Azumanga Diaoh

[threepandas]

Bad End: Cultivation

The rope creaked softly, suffering under the weight it was not meant to bear, as it stretched out, seemlingly endless into the mist. This had once been a bridge. The entrance to this lonely place. Humble as it was, the simple rope bridge had once stood for time immemorial. A path of safety above Soul Eater mists below.

Terrible creatures and unspeakable monsters dwelled down there. Things that devoured. Even the mists themselves, were said to drive men mad. Cause hallucinations and aggression. Qi draining in nature. It was like a living thing that digested you slowly.

Unless, of course, you could escape.

Or, it was said, if you were like the legendary immortal who had founded this temple. HE had apparently just walked. Refused the mist's their hold on him. Then climbed the cliff face to this mountain top. I somewhat doubted that tale. But then again, staring down at the rolling mists... it seemed impossible that ANYONE could have ever survived them.

The bridge creaked on, in the soft breeze. There were days it's groans sounded like the cries of a beast in pain. Tortured. When the wind rattled and dragged at what remained of its form. Trying to pull it from it's post. Down, down, down to it's final end.

There was a boot print. Terrible and damning. Cracked, IMPRINTED, deep into the base of the pillar that once held up one side. Far away, the bridge must surely still be stable. Both pillars standing tall, like gaurds. Like brothers. But here?

One powerful kick.

And the bridge had disappeared out from underneath all those that stood upon it.

Everyday... every day I come. Every day I look upon this bridge. Upon the boot, a terrible sin imprinted into stone, and I tell myself I do not recognize the size of it. That my suspicions are wrong. My instincts surely lying. Because... because if I do not?

What can I do? What could I POSSIBLY hope to do? If my suspicions WERE correct? If in this place, lives a monster? I am not stronger them him. Without him, I would be utterly alone. He has insured I am all but dependant on him. Not teaching me how to cook nor clean, farm nor fight. All practical skills are lessons for another day. Forever another day.

Yet...

Yet, I MUST know.

I torture myself with this. The wondering. The questions I do not not ask, for fear he will not even bother hiding behind lies. I stare at the old, long dried blood that stains where the bridge once ended. The shimmering heavenly gold. Somehow... some horrified, gut wrenched, SCREAMING instinct... knows it to be the blood of Tree Fruit.

It is the blood of the unborn. Those that will never get the chance, now. They... they were not even apart of anyone's body. Were wholly seperate, dependent and their protectors for survival. Were FRUIT for God's sake. Just as I had been. Souls reborn, not from flesh, but clean and new, from a Divine Tree. Ascendant from some other place.

I don't know WHY they were taken from the Tree. Why I was. My memory is spotty. It was too soon. I had not forgotten yet. Was not READY yet. It should have been safest to stay there. Be born into the world. Yet... they were on this bridge, instead. Attacked. The blood of infants stains the stones and will never wash clean. I can not... I was still FRUIT, then.

I can not REMEMBER.

And so I come. Again and again, before this rope. That stretchs out into the mists. Above far more terrible things. And try to recall. Make sense of it this terrible thing before me. This bridge. A long, worn, straining rope. With old, well-worn wooden planks, weathered by the ages, that... that hang like bodies.

Strung up in an endless row.

That whisper as they clack and groan with suffering in the wind, "A crime. A crime. Great evil was committed here!"

I tell myself... like a child hiding from monsters they KNOW are real. Trembling and blood soaked, terrified, as they crawl as far back into some small dark place as they can... I... I do not want to compare the boot print in that stone to Lei's. That they would be different sizes, even if I did.

I do not convince myself.

I never do.

"Shimei, this disciple wonderd where you were..." calls out a familiar voice. Deep in the way dangerous waters are deep. Smooth and placid at the surface. With something deadly I can not see, far, far below. "This one has found you at the bridge again. What captivates you so? You missed your morning snack. Should be on your way to early morning meditations."

My smile is more of a grimace, as I turn.

There are days... when forgetting is easy. When the tranquility of this place seeps itself into my bones. The comfort he deliberately arranges for me. The scheduled repetition. It is... trance-like.

Sitting with tea and snacks. Watching the early morning's sunlight dance off the distant mist. As birds wake and dew settles. The world hushed. Cup warm in my hand. Coat dropped over my shoulders. It is beautiful. The meditation garden is beautiful. EVERYTHING here is beautiful.

It is the fact that it is... empty, that bothers me.

This was not a temple built for two people. Remote as it must be in the world. The sect built this place for a reason. And each day that passes? I am more convinced that reason was to have a place to fall back too. The temple is lovely... but more then that? It is a FORTRESS.

Difficulty getting here is not even a fraction of the defens it holds.

So WHY?

WHY are there only two people here?

I nod, stepping towards my "shixong" as he insists I call him, dispite there being just the two of us. His hand reaching out to take my arm, guide me. I no longer need help navigating these halls. But he does not stop. Clings to his excuses to coddle and touch. It is a fight I can not win. I pick my battles. But, before his hand reaches my sleeve. Knife!

A throwing knife, shrieks near silent through the air as it cuts between us. Nearly removing Lei's fingers as it does. I jerk away, startled. He whips around towards the bridge.

"GET AWAY FROM THAT CHILD!"

The voice that roars that command has the distinct rasp of old age. Sure enough, a figure in flowing robes surges forward from the mist, running light as a feather across the single rope that remains of the bridge. Long white hair and beard. A wrinkled face, more accustomed to smiling, now turned into a fierce and determined scowl. The robes of a Grand Master.

There are a handful of warriors following him.

But the one that I can not look away from... it's... it's like looking through the lense of a half forgotten dream. Blurred by angles all wrong. But oh... oh how could I forget that face? The one that stares at me with such fierce and fearful determination?

...Shijie?

More then an older sister, less then a mother. Whisperd promises, muffled by liquid, from long ago. I know that face. KNEW it. It once smiled down at me, as I grew upon my branch, and promised we would be family. Loved me. Beautiful and patient, as she whispered about all the wonders of world.

I was...

Oh.

I was supposed to go with HER.

Be raised by HER. A little sister, a daughter, someone she could guide and grow with. My memories struggle to come together, but faced with familiar faces? They TRY. Especially as power begins to surge around me. Terrible and familiar. The beginnings of a fight.

Someone on my branch. Not my sister. Pale as morning mist and just as untouchable. He seemed lonely. I was lonely. Far from other Fruit, an awkward thing, high up, and on an old twisting branch. That had missed all nipping and cultivation by being accidentally hidden by the leaves surrounding it. The fruit was supposed to grow lower to the ground, where it could be watched. Safe.

But I happened anyway.

And I was alone.

No others to spend my time with. No disciples to come and care for me, day to day. So when the mist man came? I clumsily... reached out. Pat pat. There, there. I'm here, "dude". (I... can not remember what that word meant. But I know I knew it. It was friendly, I think.)

He was surprised to find me, up there.

I don't not think he told anyone.

I...I think he was supposed too?

But it did not matter in the end. Someone else found his hiding spot. Found me. There was much shouting and alarm. Elders, I think. Doctors, to insure I was well. Great relief, that I was a hardly little thing, developing as I should. After that? I had constant visitors. None that seemed very interesting... until... until my Shijie.

They were looking, I think, through interested parties for a match. Who would adopt me. Then there was softness. Sweet, golden days. The mist man visited. Anger from him? Not at me. Displeased. Covetous? I did not understand. Something wrong was growing but I was unborn... did not have a name yet for the sensation.

Just that is was...Dark.

Then it was night time. A beautiful moon through the branches. Smoke, black and terrifying. Screaming and the clash of swords. Unbearable heat, climbing and climbing. Lights blinking out. Dying? Were... were they dying? The great Tree, divine and holy, groaning in agony. Wood popping from heat. Splintering from blows.

Feet upon my branch. Running, running, running. Falling too their knees. Swordsman's hands. Bloody, wrong, not my shijie. Where is my shijie? Sister! SISTER?! I am being pulled. No. No, it is not time. It is too soon. The Fruit is not ready.

The hands do not care.

I am torn out by the roots.

Where the Tree should be... is nothing. I SCREAM. It hurts! A void. The ocean of life gone, gone, GONE! Already I am starving. Destabilizing. Dying again. Scared! Please! I am-!

A hand wraps around the raw nerves of my roots. They are wrong. I know them, but they are WRONG. Where is shijie? Sister... SISTER! Please!! Energy floods back in, as though it never stopped. But... but it is not clean. Like brackish water after so long in clear springs, I choke as I try to adjust.

Moving.

Running.

Where is the Divine Tree? I want to go home.

Others join. Burned. Bleeding. They have Fruit too. I have never been so close to others. They sound nervous too. Scared. But they have their family. Why do I not? There is some plan. A bridge that goes on and on. Below us are terrible things. They are talking? The end in sight.

"-viously you can't... -ep her, she's not your child. Y.. -eat thing protecting her th.. -ll be so relieved you have her child. N.. -all we have to... -ait out this..."

Something ugly is rising. Danger. DANGER. No, no, NO. STOP. Run! Bad thing is coming! I don't-! I can't-! Covetous, terrible, tar-like WRONG! Seeping up like festering! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!

The sound of a sword being drawn.

I am tucked close. Cradled like something precious. As a blade sings destruction through the air. A shocked and betrayed cry. Confusion. I can see horror on faces, feel terror from the other Fruit. Two of them are dead. CRUNCH. The bridge violently lists to the side, weight no longer equally supported.

Time seems to slow... as ancient metal slides free of stone.

Half those on the bridge are gone in an instant, as the floor swings out from below them like a trapdoor. Those that remain? Are the souls fast enough to grab the rail that still remains. The boards, as they fall. They hang above certain death, as their friends fall screaming in primal fear, to horrific death below.

How long can they hold on?

Especially with only one hand?

A few already lost their grip on their Fruit in the sudden shift. Can only stare in numb and mind blank horror, soul deep agony, as the bright little lights fall... and fall... and fall...

Inside my Fruit I SCREAM.

I do not remember after that. Only being born. It is a blur of trauma my mind must have refused to keep. D..Damn it. DAMN IT! I jerk away from Lei. I had known. I hadn't WANTED to know... but I had KNOWN.

The Grand Master attacks. His blade crashing like the might of a wrathful god against Lei's. Sending him sliding back. The master pressing his advantage, warriors rushing to fan out between the fighters and me.

Arms. Soft yet unimaginably powerful, the scent of tea and the medicinal flowers she proudly grew for the sect, I was pulled into an embrace. My head tucked against her neck. Arms bordering on too tight. As though I would disappear at any moment.

"Shimei.." my shijie whispered, a wounded sound. "This sister has you. We have come to rescue you. The traitor will never hurt you again. Come!"

This felt right. I nod. Follow her towards the bridge.

"Thief."

Lei's snarls. Never has there been an uglier, more venomous sound. One of the warriors, acting as a shield, dies preventing my sister from being speared through the heart from behind. Desperately, she scoops me up. Breaking into a sprint.

"Do you truely think you can take this one's Disciple from him? His WORLD!?" An unhinged laugh echoed along side the clash on blades. "There is NOWHERE you can hide her, that I will not find! She is MINE! Belongs with ME! You can run but there is NO WHERE you can hide!"

I cling to my sister as she jumps up on the rope, racing away from the gilded cage that was my only home. Over her shoulder, Lei is locked in combat. The ugly something I had always known was there, finally out in the air between us. Demonic energy spilled from him like radiation. Sickening and every bit as caustic. His eyes wild as they lock onto me.

"I'm going to BURN everything that gets in my way, my disciple." He croons, the grin spreading across his face a thing that will haunt me. "Just like before. NOTHING will keep you away from me. Nothing! I am going to hunt you down, drag you to ascension, then spend the rest of time making you MINE."

"And nothing will stop me, child. Not even you. Why?"

"Because I LOVE You."

[turtletaubwrites]

Can You Forgive Me? ~ Part 15

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

This is part 15 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 5316

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link (this part can be found in Ch. 5 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

Summary: You play hooky for the day, and spend time with a friend. Teasing Sanji in the morning is fun, but when your evening date comes around, he shows you just what you do to him.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Teasing, Pet Names, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, Large Cock, Blow Jobs, Comeplay, Come Eating, Voyerism, Sanji’s still a perv, Spit, Breast Fucking, Relationship Discussions, Alcohol, Polyamory, Porn with Feelings, Condoms, Insecurity, Multiple Orgasms, Aftercare

A/N: I may have gone a little overboard with this Sanji chapter. I hope you enjoy the love cook as much as I do! 💖

“Good morning, ladies! I brought you breakfast in bed!”

Stretching, your frustrated groan turned into a sigh of contentment as Robin’s arms wrapped around you. She was so warm, and you melted against her as she chuckled at Sanji’s strained voice. 

“I don’t wanna,” you whispered, curling into her.

“If you let him in, we can stay here for breakfast. Tell him we’re skipping the check in today.”

Scrunching your nose, you propped up to look at her. She tapped your nose with a wink.

“Let’s play hooky today, you deserve it. Plus, don’t you think it’ll be fun to toy with our eager cook?”

“Coming!”

Almost tripping as you fought not to giggle, you haphazardly wrapped the small blanket Robin keeps on her loveseat around you. The knitted one with lots of large holes. 

You grinned at Robin on the bed. She’d rolled onto her stomach, propping herself on her elbows with her feet in the air. The blanket was artfully covering just what it needed to, and not much else. We are so fucking mean. 

The scent of cinnamon syrup wafted in when you opened the door, and you took in the sight of your lover, the generous chef that you’d be seeing this evening. 

He was pushing a cart with trays of covered food, mimosas, and decorative shells. He’d learned his lesson about raiding your stashes of flower petals. 

Sanji’s face was bright, but his smile faltered for a moment when he saw your bare shoulders, and that tiny blanket. 

The sight of Sanji’s thickest apron, with its pockets filled with utensils, and that rather large pepper grinder, brought a wicked smile to your lips. You didn’t feel bad for toying with him now. He knows exactly what he’s doing, waking us early. 

Wetting your lips, watching his mouth hang open as he stared at yours, you felt ready for him right then. But you wanted him to earn it today. 

“Good morning, Sanji,” you said in a low voice, stepping aside to let him enter. 

“Good morning! Mon amour, you look radiant today! And Robin, dear, you’re looking gorgeous!”

“Thank you, Sanji. Will you let the crew know that Y/N and I will be taking the day off?”

Sanji was staring open mouthed at Robin, her exposed skin gleaming in the morning light. You grabbed the two drinks to hand one to Robin, and your blanket was perilously close to falling. 

Sanji’s eyes were wide, his face burning red as he tried to decide where to look. 

“Don’t worry, Sanji. I promise I’ll take good care of Y/N until your date this evening.”

Sanji had bitten his lip while he glanced between you, but Robin’s promise pulled a soft whine from his throat.

Setting your glass down, you stalked toward your prey. 

“Thank you for breakfast, Sanji. I can’t wait until tonight.”

You leaned on your tiptoes toward him, eating up the desperation on his red, twitching face.

“I think I’d like some pepper with my breakfast.”

Your evil whisper made him gasp, and your hand reaching into his apron’s pocket made him stumble, moaning softly as he grabbed onto your arms. 

You held the grinder to your chest like a trophy as he towered over you, his hands gripping your arms harder as his breathing went heavy. Your own pulse sped at the look in his blown out eyes, and you forgot you were teasing him. You wanted him to fuck you right there on the floor, and he looked seconds away from tearing that blanket away. He looked seconds away from devouring you.

Until Robin cleared her throat softly, and Sanji let you go, sucking in a breath as he turned away from you both. He seemed to be hunching over as he walked toward the door, and you wondered how well his apron worked without your trophy. He waved over his shoulder as he left, his voice breathless.

“Enjoy breakfast, and your day off, angels!”

Turning on your heels after he closed the door, you caught Robin’s wide eyed smirk, and you burst out laughing. 

“Oh, he’s going to be even more fun than I thought.”

You agreed, and the thought of toying with him with Robin was so tempting. You knew he’d love it too, just like he’d loved listening to you fuck Zoro, probably Robin too. The way he loved looking up your skirt while he rubbed himself over his pants. You knew he’d eat up any sort of punishment you could throw at him, and Robin would probably have him barking for her in minutes. 

But the way he’d looked down at you when you’d reached into his apron. The way he held you, almost too hard, his dark eyes burning you. It felt like you'd played too far, and he’d almost thrown you down, and made you pay for it.

Robin didn’t miss the shivers that ran through you at those thoughts. She kissed the palm of your hand, sending a flurry of hands to bring the plates to the bed. 

“Definitely more fun,” she teased as she licked cinnamon syrup off of her finger. 

The quiet morning with Robin was so needed. You hated missing a single day of training, but she’d talked some sense into you. 

Eventually you got ready for the day, joking that Sanji would pass out if he found out you were showering together. 

After another round of countless soft kisses under the steam, you decided to go spend time with a friend.

~

“Hey Usopp!”

Usopp yelled, but managed not to drop whatever it was he was working on. 

“Geez, Y/N, give me a warning next time.”

Apologizing with a laugh, you crept into his messy quarters/workshop. Sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, you enjoyed catching up with the sniper.

“How did you learn to make all this stuff?”

“Well, Y/N, I traveled across the seas, and found the most incredible master tinkerers, but when they saw my work, they declared Captain Usopp the greatest inventor in the land!”

“That's amazing,” you laughed, grinning at his story. “But you know, I think it would be even more impressive if you just learned how to do all this on your own at home.”

“Oh um,” he stuttered, his ears turning red. “I, uh, did that first, of course!”

Shaking your head, you tried to figure out what he was working on, but gave up to ask instead.

“Oh, I’m just trying to figure out ways to help the Merry, at least until we get a shipwright.”

Usopp’s voice gave away more worry than you thought he meant to, and you stood to touch his shoulder. 

“You’ve taken great care of her so far, Usopp. I know you’ll get us there.”

Usopp gave another soft smile, dipping his head before pushing it. 

“That’s right, when Usopp the Master Tinkerer is done, our new shipwright won’t have any work to do!”

Grinning at him, you noticed a box in the corner that looked familiar. Unable to resist, you pulled out your modified tonfa sticks. 

“Whoa, hold on, Y/N!”

Usopp hurried over, gingerly taking them from you.

“Why, I thought they were almost ready?”

He pulled them out, holding the handles so that the length of the tonfa followed the line of his forearms. 

“Yeah, but I made some changes. Since Zoro and Sanji are being lame about it being too dangerous, I made some tweaks.”

You noticed that Usopp had extended to colors on the handles to cover the whole weapon. He set the dark purple one down, lifting the toxic green tonfa in front of you before lining it back up along his arm. 

“They said it’s too dangerous for you to use, so I changed the thorn attack. Take a look.”

“Tonfa Daydream Thorns!”

Along the outside edge of the short end on the tonfa, a line of small blades jutted out. Usopp moved the tonfa clumsily, showing how you might use it to scrape people offensively. 

But that's also where you’d use the tonfa to block attacks. 

“Usopp that’s perfect. Now if someone gets in close and tries to touch me, they poison themselves. Just like thorns!”

You beamed at each other, and Usopp’s shy smile came out again. The one he gets when he gets a real compliment for himself, not a story. If not for the weapon between you, you would have hugged him. 

“Awesome, right? You won’t be able to punch the poison dagger out of the short end like before, but now there won’t be a hidden blade where you put your mouth to blow the dart. Honestly, they were probably right about that being dangerous. But hey, now you’ve got some defense. What d’ya think?”

Taking the tonfa from him slowly, you held it up to block, loving the feel of it along your arm. 

“I think I love it, Usopp. You’re amazing!”

You set the weapon down so you could give him a tight hug, and he patted your back a bit awkwardly while he laughed.

“So, when do you think they’ll let you use them?

A  clipped laugh left you as you pulled back, shaking your head. 

“Probably when I’m dead.”

~

On your way to dinner you felt warm fingers tug on your wrist. Already sighing as you enjoyed the scent of him, you turned to find Zoro behind you. You thought your contented sigh may have come too early when you caught his expression. 

“Hi, babe. What’s up?”

Zoro’s lip twitched up at his new nickname, and you smirked. I love making this grump smile. 

He paused for a moment, looking into your eyes until your lips parted.

“You missed training.”

“I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to at first, but Robin reminded me I need to take breaks so I don’t get burned out.”

His brows pinched together, and he took a slow breath before speaking, his voice even.

“Robin told you not to see me today?”

Fighting to keep your eyes from rolling, you pulled his hand up, kissing the pad of his thumb before shaking your head. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t spend time with you today, Zoro. It wasn’t Robin’s fault. She was right, I’ve been feeling like I need to take more breaks with everything going on.”

Zoro’s eyes stayed on yours, so deep, with the barest hint of hurt.

“I promise I’ll be there bright and early, so you can beat the shit out of me tomorrow.”

Lacing your fingers with his, you teased him as you closed the distance between you. 

“Can you forgive me?”

He was chewing on his lip as he looked into your puppy dog eyes, his breath hitching.

“You are so fucking needy.”

You giggled into his mouth as he pressed his lips to yours. 

I’m not the only one. 

“You like me that way.”

~

“You haven’t tasted your cheesecake.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry.”

Reaching out with a dainty fork, you brought a small bite to your mouth. You almost stopped, your breath catching in your throat. 

Sanji’s eyes had been on you throughout dinner, and you could hardly think. Now he sat across from you with his own dinner, and your hands were shaking while you tried to eat the small dessert he’d prepared just for you. 

He’s not talking. That’s why this feels weird.

Normally Sanji would be showering you with endless flowery compliments, teasing jokes, asking how you’re doing. 

But now all he was doing was staring while he made you eat for him. 

Thoughts of this morning's teasing had your pulse racing. Taking another bite of that creamy cheesecake, you showed Sanji how much you loved his gift. 

There was no need to pretend with Sanji’s incredible food. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you let loose a small moan of pleasure, your body rocking gently from side to side.

“This is amazing, Sanji,” you praised, your voice breathy.

He gave a sharp intake of breath before finishing his meal. 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Shivering, you kept eye contact as much as you could while you ate the rest of the dessert, scraping every last bite off your plate. 

Then you dragged your finger through the remains of the chocolate syrup, sucking it off of your skin while you held his dark gaze. Sanji’s eyes rolled back before he put his hands on the table. The veins in his large hands stood out as they tensed on the wood. His next words came out low, and dangerous. 

“You know, Y/N, I truly believe you are an angel.”

Chills ran up your arms and neck, and he watched your every movement. 

“But I’m starting to suspect that you want more from me than just my body or my heart.”

“Wha-What, Sanji…”

He stood smoothly, before kneeling on the ground in front of you. You tilted in your seat to face him, hyper aware of the short skirt you’d worn for your cook. 

“You want my sanity, don’t you?”

His whisper froze you, and you couldn’t respond as he leaned toward you, covering your bare thighs with his hands. 

“You want the dark, dirty parts of me that no one else can stand. Don’t you, angel?”

Gasping, you nodded as his fingers slid under your skirt.

“Y-Yes.”

Sanji gave a satisfied hum, his hands trailing higher, making you squirm. Thick fingers traced along your panties, already soaked through for him. He kept his fingers there, barely brushing against where you ached for him to enter.

“Do you know what you did to me this morning?”

All you could do was take gasping breaths as Sanji’s predatory eyes seemed to eat at you. 

“Y/N, did you enjoy driving me mad?”

Sanji’s free hand gripped into your hair, not hard, but firm enough to keep your eyes to his while you stuttered. 

“N-N-”

“Shh, angel. You don’t need to lie to me. The way you teased me today. You had so much fun, didn’t you? Do you know how close you were to getting what you wanted so badly, mon coeur? Do you know how close I was to taking you right there on the floor, in front of your other lover? I know you wanted me to.”

You cried out then, body shaking with need.

“You are my dirty angel, aren’t you? Do you want me to take care of you?”

Tears were already streaming from your eyes while you begged.

“Yes, please. Please, Sanji- fuck.”

Sanji spread your legs, pulling your panties to the side for two of his skilled fingers to invade you. Biting your tongue to keep from screaming, you melted into the sensations, grinding on his hand.

“You want me to do all these filthy things to you. Isn't that right, sweetheart? Letting me finger you out here in the open where anyone could walk in. Letting me listen to you hold in your screams while your other lovers think you’re all theirs. You know I listen, don’t you, darling? I know you love knowing I’m there, knowing I can hear you moan their names.”

Moaning his name, you were already so close to the edge as he brought his thumb to your clit.

“My perfect, filthy girl, letting me fuck another beautiful woman. Practically begging me to take another lover. I bet you want me to pleasure you both at the same time. My darling, sweet angel, do you want my tongue or my cock inside you while she rides the other?”

You shoved your fingers into your mouth, biting them to muffle your screams, while he ripped the orgasm from you. The warm pressure of it exploded from your center, sending waves through your body. Falling backwards onto the bench, your toes curled while Sanji drew more of it out, even more pleasure. 

“You are so perfect, Y/N.”

You hummed, still dizzy, as you felt Sanji put your panties back in place. He rubbed his warm hands along your legs, then kneeled over you to lay a soft kiss on your cheek. 

“Rest for a moment, sweetheart. I’m going to do our dishes, and then I’ll be carrying you to my room. If you’d like to join me, of course.”

“Mmhm.”

Sanji whispered more praise as he held you to his chest. Your body felt loose, warm as you snuggled against him. He set you down in the center of his bed, and then your body went tense as he looked down at you. All that heat was back in his eyes, and you ached to let him do what he wanted to you. Keeping his heavy gaze, you managed to speak. 

“What do you want to do to me, Sanji?”

Sanji shuddered as he started to take off his jacket and dress shirt, his fingers dancing along as they undid every button. His fingers seemed to tease you, and your eyes rolled back slightly when you remembered what he’d just done with those fingers at the kitchen table. 

“I want to take good care of my gorgeous girl.”

Your mouth fell open as he threw his dress shirt to the side, then tore off his undershirt, leaving his stunning muscles exposed in the dim light. 

You pulled off your top, still noticing how distant he was, like he was keeping himself from you. Normally Sanji would push your hands away so he could undress you himself. You watched his parted lips as you took off your bra, loving the intake of breath it caused. 

“How are you going to take care of me?”

Sanji kept eye contact as he stripped the rest of the way, chuckling at you when you had to look down. You could practically feel his cock throbbing. It was already so thick, and now it was red and swollen, precum dripping down.

You rid yourself of your skirt and panties, and spread your thighs, letting him see what a mess he’d already made of you. 

Sanji’s legs nearly buckled, and you crawled toward him, guiding his hips to sit on the bed while he twitched. 

“Sanji, I know I was so mean today. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course, mon amour.”

You knelt between Sanji’s legs, and he moaned before you’d even touched him. 

“Let me make it up to you.”

You grabbed his thick cock with both hands, feeling your pussy clench when you touched his aching skin. 

Letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, you guided your lips to his tip, but Sanji put his hands in the way.

“N-No, my sweet, it’s okay.”

“But, Sanji?”

“It’s okay darling. I know it’s not comfortable.”

You looked down, his dick still swollen in your hands. He was right, you’d never gone down on anyone with girth like this. Hell, I’ve never seen anyone with a cock like this before. 

“Sanji, please let your dirty angel try.”

He fell back onto his elbows, eyes heavy lidded. 

You gave him a show. Playing with him, you started to lick and kiss away the wetness at his tip, then licked your way up and down his shaft. 

There was so much of him. You looked up at him to find the most glorious, desperate face you’d ever seen. Sanji was whimpering and twitching, and staring at you like you really were an angel.

Swirling your tongue around the tip, you placed your lips around it and sucked, letting go with a popping sound that had Sanji moaning your name. 

“Does that feel good, Sanji,” you teased before taking the tip of him back into your mouth, humming around him like you had with his dessert earlier.

“Fuck, angel, you feel incredible. You’re so perfect for me, mon amour. Your lips look so beautiful wrapped around my cock.”

Sanji’s praise had your body clenching in need again, and you started to lose yourself in what you were doing. Your hands were helping you with your work, and you let spit pool and drip around his dick, letting it hang from your lips in long strands when you’d look up at him. The pure need on his face spurred you on, you needed more. 

Taking deep, slow breaths, you readied yourself to take more than just his tip. You tried to relax your jaw, and already the small progress you made had Sanji moaning your name. 

This is going to take lots of practice.

You would have laughed at that thought if Sanji’s thick cock wasn’t filling every corner of your mouth. You didn’t think he’d mind all the practice sessions you’d need to take more of him into you. 

When you pulled back, you continued to play and tease, swirling your tongue, sucking, and even scraping your teeth lightly.

Sanji was twitching and moaning, and clearly trying so hard to keep his eyes on you. 

“Fuck, Sanji, you’re so hard. I love feeling your cock in my mouth, you taste so good.”

“Mm, angel, I’m c-close.”

“Where do you want to come, baby? I want your come so bad.”

Sanji’s head flew back. When he brought his eyes back to yours, the desperation in his face made you drip with need. 

“Let me- Please let me feel your soft breasts around my cock, darling.”

Blinking, you looked down at him in your hands. You’d never been able to wrap your breasts around anyone’s dick before, let alone one as girthy as his.

“I don’t think…”

“Just like this, sweetheart.”

Sanji managed to stand, leaning over you to guide you. He gave soft moans as he cupped your hands, showing you how to squeeze your breasts around his hard length. They didn’t reach all the way around like you thought, but he adjusted your hold.

Now his aching cock was nestled between your breasts, while your hands pressed them around him, and finished the circle so he was surrounded by your soft skin. 

You smiled at him, never thinking you could do this act before. Now that you were in this position, it felt so fucking hot. Sanji looked at you like you were a masterpiece.

All the spit you’d let drip onto him was perfect as Sanji started to slowly thrust between your breasts. Moaning for him, you kept your hands in place, adjusting as needed, and enjoying the feel of his shaft fucking your chest.

“Ma belle,” he moaned, his thrusts erratic. “I’m close, do you-“

“Come on my chest, Sanji. I need to feel you come all over me now, please.”

Sanji grabbed the back of your head, and stared down at you as long as he could while his cock started pulsing and twitching between your breasts. Hot come shot in long spurts on your neck and breasts. 

He had to throw back his head as he groaned his last release, and when he turned back to you he fell to the bed. 

The way Sanji looked at you covered in his pleasure sped your pulse. It was intoxicating.

You could feel the thick come slowly dripping down your breasts, so you dragged some down and swirled it around your nipples. 

Sanji growled, making you gasp as he gripped your arms. 

His blown out eyes stared into yours from centimeters away.

“Don’t waste food.”

You cried out as Sanji's hand smeared his come across your neck and chest. He massaged it into your skin before gathering some on his fingers. He delicately put those two fingers into your mouth, and his other hand tightened against your arm. Moaning, you eagerly sucked his come off of his skin.

He kept dragging more from your chest for you to eat, all while showering you with praise.

“Mon ange, my filthy girl. My perfect, beautiful darling. You are so good for me. So filthy, just for me.”

You nodded and moaned around his fingers, your body shaking and dripping with need.

“Oh, how selfish of me! Does my sweet angel need some attention?”

All you could do was whimper. 

“I’ll be right back darling. I’ll wash my hands, and come help you clean up. Unless you’d like me to carry your perfect, sticky body through the halls to the bathing room?”

Choking on a laugh, you shook your head. Sanji lifted you to rest on his bed, leaving you with soft kisses before he went. 

You just buzzed in the afterglow, shaking at the knowledge that it wasn’t over. That Sanji’s hands were coming back to clean you, and pleasure you again. 

But it wasn’t his hands this time. After Sanji had gently cleaned you, praising, and kissing you, he laid on his stomach. He looked at your dripping pussy like it was his favorite treat. 

“May I have my dessert now, darling?”

You’d barely moaned your ‘yes,’ when you were writhing against his sheets. 

Sanji’s tongue is too fucking good.

Your hips twitched to meet him, and he played with your clit with that delectable ring, before diving into your center. You were soaked, and you could feel the skin of his face rubbing along your folds, getting drenched in you. The feel of his tongue inside you, after what he’d said earlier, brought you close, eager. You felt his satisfied hum move into your body, and you moaned his name. 

He lifted his shining face away, adding two fingers while he watched you dance. 

“Look how wet you are for me.”

Your eyes rolled back when you saw him lick his lips. 

“Mon coeur, you were made for me, weren’t you? Such a sweet angel, who loves it when I make a mess on her. Who loves letting me make her so filthy.”

Panting, you felt yourself already starting to clench for him. Sanji added a third finger, then sucked your clit into his filthy mouth while you came again, your legs twitching so hard you accidentally kicked him. 

“S-Sorry-”

“Don’t ever be sorry for your pleasure darling. I would walk on hot coals if it would make you smile.”

You groaned at him, too weak to do or say anything else. 

Sanji kissed his way up your body, playing with your hair while he gazed down at you.

“I hope you know I mean every word, mon amour.”

You didn’t know how to respond, or if you even could yet, but you felt a soft smile touch your lips. Sanji leaned down to kiss it, before whispering over your skin. 

“Can my sweet angel take one more?”

Not sure if it was true, you nodded to your beautiful, insatiable chef. 

Pulling yourself up onto your elbows, you enjoyed the show as Sanji rubbed the condom down his length, already so hard again. You both laughed as he put the condom on his tip wrong, fighting to drag it down. Your laugh left when he came toward you. 

Sanji propped his back against the headboard, stretching his powerful legs out in front of him. Once again, you imagined what he could do to you with all that strength if he didn’t hold himself back. 

He guided you down to straddle him, not entering you yet. Instead he caressed your skin, looking at every part of you like he’d discovered hidden treasure. 

You reached out to grip his shoulders, hovering as he guided his thick shaft, lining up with your entrance. He kept one hand on your hip, and you lowered yourself, gasping when you felt him. 

You were so tempted to slam yourself onto his cock, and you might have tried it despite the pain, but for the look in his eyes. 

Sanji's eyes were soft, lips parted as he stared into yours. He kept his eyes on you as you started to moan, the feel of him filling you taking over. 

He brought a hand to cup the side of your jaw, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.

Desperate tears pricked your eyes as you finally sank onto him, his hilted length stretching you so tight.

He reached out to kiss you, softly teasing your mouth open so he could taste you. You whimpered, needing to move on him, and he helped you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and shoulders while Sanji guided your movements, helping you ride him. His strong hands lifted your hips to slide you along his cock until you were shaking for him. 

“You are so perfect for me, Y/N. So fucking good for me, I can’t take it.”

“Sanji…”

“I can’t believe you’re mine. I’ll do anything for you, angel.” 

Sanji grabbed one of your hands, kissing it, before placing it where you needed it. He brought his hand back to your hip to control your body while you played with your clit. 

“I’ll do every filthy thing on the planet to you, just to make you moan, sweetheart. Your body is divine, you bless me with every touch.”

Sanji’s voice started to falter, and then he was cupping your ass to hold you against him. He flipped you onto your back and you fought screams as he started thrusting into you, giving you his strength. 

“Sanji, you make me feel so good. Please, don’t stop.”

He kept his eyes on yours while he pounded into you, his words melting over you. 

“Mm, I’ll never stop pleasuring you, mon coeur. I’ll take care of you. You’re my… perfect… angel- Fuuck…”

Biting your lips, you convulsed under him. You felt like his touch was the only thing tethering you to the world as heat and pleasure filled every part of your body. You panted his name, your nails scratching down his back as you felt Sanji’s release, twitching and filling that condom inside you. 

The thought of his come filling you up freely, coating you, dripping out of you. That thought made your own orgasm keep rolling, and you hoped you’d get the opportunity to enjoy that with him one day. 

Sanji pulled himself out as gently as he could, kissing you as you gasped. But he stayed above you looking at your face like he was trying to memorize it. 

“Sanji, what-”

“I adore you.”

You smiled, trying to move to get up, and not having much success. Sanji jumped off the bed to remove the condom, before cleaning you up again, propping up on an elbow beside you so he could look at your face.

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

You raised your eyebrows at your name again, reaching to touch his cheek. 

“I know you do. I adore you too, Sanji.”

He let out a small sigh, looking up. 

“Perhaps it is the boy who cried wolf.”

You tensed your brows, still too deep in the afterglow to think clearly. He played with your hair, tickling along your temple and jaw.

“You know I treasure all women.”

“Me too,” you teased, making him moan. 

“I want you to know that I don’t just want you for the incredible sex you share with me, or the freedom you’ve given me to love other women. Although those are blessings I never imagined I could deserve.”

You hummed, although your chest was feeling tight. 

“I love how intelligent, how strong, and how stubborn you are.”

“Hey,” you teased, hitting his chest lightly as he grinned at you. 

“I love how you make me laugh, I love how you tease me.”

You started to melt, feeling overwhelmed as he gazed at you. 

“I love how loving you are. You’ve walked us all through so many emotions, so many would-be disasters. You listen to what I need. Your heart is so big and beautiful that it can hold room for so many needy people.”

Your skin was flushed, and you had to fight not to squirm or look away. 

“I am so grateful for this chance to know you, to hold you.”

Sanji’s eyes held you, hypnotized you as he leaned close.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Thank You for Reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 16

Tag List: @astheni-a | @ferns-fics | @heilee | @iamn1ya | @ghostfacefricker6969 | @onlybassoon01 | @apothicgloom | @slyhersophia

A/N: Can you tell I really like Sanji? 😅 What did you think of the morning tease scene, and Sanji's response? I had so much fun writing this one 😊

Buy me a coffee ☕🙏🏼

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 43 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 42.1 | lesson 42.2 | lesson 43.2 | lesson 44

:((( the idea of satan getting to see where the rest of them came from makes beel so happy i'm gonna cry

little do they know, he's already kind of already been to the celestial realm but i don't remember when in og that happened

my limited knowledge of the bible as someone who grew up in the church has failed me yet again

ik they mean like where the tower of babel was but like ?? i guess the significance makes sense since it's the closest thing distance wise to heaven in bible lore...so yeah

more rambling on this here with a tiny bit of dialuci implications

he's not funny 😭 "bitch i live here" BYE

also how old is he ??? why do we know where B.C. era landmarks are

he just like me fr

:(((((

aside from the sap, this feels like some kinda time paradox thing bc they DEFINITELY saw lucifer's angel form in the nb timeline when they were in cocytus

oh he's so vile for this 😭 he CANONICALLY knows he's a bad cook. he's just being malicious atp 💀 but ykw i love that for him, even if it's at the expense of the boys suffering bc he hasn't made this version of them suffer in a hot minute

EVEN MORE VILE LMFAOOOOO

mane i wanted it to be michael 🧍🏾 but ykw i'll take raph too

....spoke too soon. this is michael. it's like nightbringer all over again except we actually know it's michael now

(if i'm wrong please ignore this part)

also the fact that being banished from earth is the punishment ??? assuming mc has some semblance life and friends and family in the human realm, this is just downright evil

and even if they don't have any connections to the human realm from before coming to the devildom, it's still solomon and now simeon's home, too, so they still have ties to the human realm that they can't just easily give up

i hate him. haven't even met him properly, and i hate him. SHOW YOUR FACE GODDAMN IT

but he did say "see you later" .... as yourself or as raphael?

[atierrorian]

The Aroma of a True Delicacy

PARING: Lilia Vanrouge x reader Synopsis: You'll be the one cooking from now on. Warning: Lilia's cooking, chaotic shit going on at the end. Note: Silver is only a child, [Name] is implied female.

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You love Lilia, truly. He and Silver are the best thing that has ever happened to you and you would never trade them for the world. But there is one thing you would trade, however…

You would gladly trade Lilia's cooking skills.

As much as you love Lilia, his foods are not exactly edible… If anything, he probably used it once on one of the poor victims he captured when he was still a Veteran War General. Dying was a much better option than having to eat what Lilia had in store for them…

He even managed to burn water once, WATER! How does one burn water??

You shuddered, thinking of that one time when you tried to teach Lilia how to do the basics of cooking. It failed miserably and it ended up in a disaster where it took you hours to clean up. Never again. You've learned your lesson and it's that teaching Lilia is futile.

And giving spices to Lilia has major consequences. It never ends well for any individual nearby.

So that's why, you'll be the one cooking from now on! Even though you probably should have from the beginning - I guess you just wanted to see Lilia make some progress. But it really doesn't look like he'll be making any time soon. You already told Silver that you'll be the one making breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And safe to say, he was glad, really, really glad. As much as he loves his Father, his cooking is on a whole new level of poison.

It would probably even rival that of the Evil Queen's renowned poisonous apple.

So, when morning rolled over, you woke up earlier than Lilia, got out of his hold on you, and quickly headed to the kitchen. Silver was still fast asleep and you had all the time in the world to prepare a meal. But first, you needed to clean the kitchen because damn was it a mess.

But it wasn't something you couldn't handle. So with a determined smile, you quickly got to cleaning.

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And with a final wipe on the counter, you were finally done with cleaning and you stood proud of your work. a few small beaded sweats came down on your face- but you quickly wiped it off and decided to wash your face and hands before cooking. Hygiene is after all important.

You looked at the time; 6:50.

"Whew, I should really start now" You muttered and grabbed your apron and tied it around your waist.

You decided to make a simple yet tasty pancakes with strawberries and blueberries as the toppings with sweet glaze honey syrup and some whipped cream on the side. And to top it all off with some sugar. When you were finished, the aroma of the pancakes was radiating off the kitchen- it could be smelled from outside the kitchen even.

You made three in total, one for you, one for Lilia, and one for Silver.

When you checked the time again, it was now 7:10, just in time.

You took off the apron and hung it back on the hook. You grabbed three glasses and set them on the table. You have never been so proud of your cooking until now. You heard footsteps coming to the kitchen and saw Silver with his stuffed squirrel standing by the double door frame; looking sleepy as ever.

"Mom… what is that tasty smell…" Silver yawned and walked to the table and sat on one of the chairs. I ruffled his silver hair. Silver groaned and pouted. I chuckled at his reaction before sitting beside him.

"Well, breakfast dear. I had to wake up early for this you know? Plus, I did say I would be the one cooking from now on…" Silver excitedly nodded. And with a smile, he placed the stuffed squirrel onto his lap and took the fork.

"Oh? Someone is a little excited" You chuckled before reminding him to go wash his hands first; he nodded and got up before running to the sink to wash his hands. Such a cute little kid.

You were about to eat pancakes that were on the fork before you felt something heavy on your head and a pair of arms that found themselves on your waist. But even then, you ate the piece of pancake before setting down the fork and looking up.

"Hm? How rude of my dear wife to not wake me up for breakfast…" Lilia dramatically sighed. You rolled your eyes at him.

"I'd figured you'd be awake by this time" Lilia took a seat next to you and looked at the pancakes before looking at you.

"Your meals are always so delicious [Name]! I expect nothing less from my beloved wife!" Lilia exclaimed proudly. His bold comment made you flustered and you nodded.

Silver came back with clean hands and sat back on his chair. Silver looked at his parents and wondered why his Mother's face was so red.

"Mama, do you have a fever?"

Lilia laughed whilst you felt even more embarrassed.

"N-no, Silver… Just a bit embarrassed is all…" Silver nodded before picking up the fork again and taking a piece of the pancake.

"By the way Lilia, I'll be the one cooking from now on"

"Aw, but I enjoy cooking :("

"I know but, your cooking is a health hazard"

"Finee…"

You both laughed while Silver looked confused and probably thought the two of you were crazy and just continued eating.

THE END

BONUS:

"AHHHH, LILIA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???? WHY ARE YOU COOKING IN THE DIASOMNIA DORM?? I THOUGHT WE AGREED YOU WOULDN'T COOK ANYMORE!!"

"Aw but [Name]! I feel like I've really improved!"

"The kitchen is on fire"

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[maleyanderecafe]

Bleeding Canvas (Visual Novel)

Created by: Frogcake

Genre: Horror

I think it's pretty fun when yandere games have a twist that slips right under your nose. It makes playing the game a second or even third time more interesting when you go "oohhh, that makes a lot of sense!" Bleeding Canvas does this pretty well and not quite in the way that you would expect, and you can really see the various foreshadowing of this in some of the more weird interactions.

The story starts with You (yes, you) in class sleeping, and having a dream about your crush, Mikey. The professor wakes you up, and while walking home, Mikey asks if he can walk you home. The next day, you go back to attend your art lessons class as people come in. It seems that you and your best friend Julia had an argument recently and rumors are starting to spread. Mikey interrupts and the two talk about art for a bit before heading to your other classes. Mikey wakes you up after you fall asleep in class today and brings you home. Worried about the events of a serial killer in town, you decide to follow him to make sure he's safe- only to come back into an alleyway to watch him killing your friend Julia. Freaking out, you run back home, with Mikey there to see you. He admits that he's enamored with you and that he wishes that you were to be his muse, despite feeling unworthy (good, I love yanderes with self esteem issues), asking if you love him back.

If you admit that you do, Mikey will be incredibly happy, and you can either ask Mikey to drag the body back to your place or to go mourn the body at the alley.

The next day at Art class, a bunch of students ask you if you know what happened to Julia, to which you contemplate about throwing Mikey under the bus, but decide not to. Mikey thanks you for this and the two of you continue your classes, cooking and then finding out that one of your professors was found dead. You end up going home afterwards and the next day you are painfully hungry with no food to eat. On the news, it seems like the professor who died's body was tampered by two different people. You receive a poem from Mikey in the mail, which deeply disturbs you. While at class, you notice that Mikey isn't there and due to your lack of food, you nearly pass out, eventually being called out by one of the professors to go home and sleep. At night, Mikey breaks into your home and when you awaken, you see Mikey on your couch. Mikey seems remorseful for killing someone. Mikey finds out that you are actually a cannibal (and a murderer), explaining why you wanted Julia's corpse. He is incredibly happy about this, believing that the two of you are meant for each other. Mikey seems to have started killing because of your murders. Mikey gives an ultimatum, asking you to be his muse, and stating that if you refused, he would turn both of you into the police.

Rejecting his love initially can lead to actually being able to throw Mikey under the bus. To which afterwards, Mikey drags you into an alleyway and kills you.

Rejecting walking home with him the first time and going to mourn your friend Julia will instead lead to Mikey at night coming into your house and waking you up. We see that he's trying to get some blood out of you, and in a panic, you freak out, causing you to impale yourself on his knife. This leads to a panicked Mikey as you slowly bleed to death.

Rejecting him entirely will lead to Mikey simply leaving, no longer coming to class and you having mixed feelings on him.

Personally, I always think it's really cool to have a MC that is evil or otherwise pretty twisted. Not only does it give them character, but I think it also makes their relationship with the yandere that much more interesting. There are actually quite a lot of hints that the MC is a cannibal, though most of them are not super obvious. The MC seems to eat food at a generally very animalistic manner, and when they do run out of food, they don't seem to go buy things from the grocery or eat a snack or anything. There's also the detail that they are really good at cooking class, the fact that it seems there are two killers on the loose, the fact that they are self conscious about smelling bad (and the fact that their apartment also smells bad a lot of the times), and of course, asking Mikey to drag the dead body into their apartment, and then never mentioning what happened to it again. There are also a lot of other small details, but there are a lot of hints that there's something up with the MC that isn't normal. I can assume that the player constantly falling asleep is likely a product of not being able to eat that many people, considering the effort to kill and then consume an entire person without getting caught. I honestly only caught on that something was off about the MC when they asked to drag Julia's body back into the apartment (since... who would do that?) and the fact that they just very casually accepted Mikey as their boyfriend, stating that "well, all guys have a few flaws, right?". It's pretty neat that Mikey seems to have fallen for the MC because of the murders and has their murders based off of theirs, making them a perfect killing duo. Honestly, I really hope to see more games with a more twisted MC because it makes the story much more interesting.

Mikey as a yandere seems to just be the player's crush until they catch him murdering their friend. From what I can tell, aside from being a muse type of yandere, he also is a worshipper type, sending mail to the MC and eventually finding out that he was inspired by the player themselves. It seems pretty obvious that he would responsible for the killings, considering we see that he kills our friend Julia, but as a turn we do actually find out that there are actually two killers on the loose! While Mikey does seem to not want to hurt the player, he will if he is threatened, as shown in the ending where we do out him to others, and that he has been stealing the player's blood for his own art projects. I am curious what happens after the true ending when Mikey outs the player for being a cannibal, and I kind of hope that they end up being a duo and just going from town to town killing and eating people because that would just be cool. Not exactly sure what happens in the "Good End" when he kinda just disappears, though I'd like to think that he simply just watches the player from afar and continues to stalk them. Plus, his design looks pretty cool and I'm a sucker for his lovestruck face when he confesses to the player.

Overall, a solid and pretty fun game with a twist. The saving system is a bit weird though since it only allows you to save at the end of every day (and I think the game would really benefit from a skip button for players who want to get all endings, like me), but overall, very fun.

[vidalswife]

Open Fire

Word Count: I.8k

— pairing: agatha harkness / wanda maximoff, post wandavision, pre aaa.

Summary: Its been months since Wanda Maximoff defeated Agatha Harkness in Westview and left her powerlessly trapped in a fake persona. What happens when the brunette witch somehow escapes, finding Wanda in her seclusion. An even bigger question, will Wanda team up with her to accomplish the end to Agatha's plan, and if so, what will happen as the two get closer?

author's note: this chapter does not contain any pg13+ material. however in the future of the story, there will be mature themes, so if you are a minor i advise you not to interact. on another note, i wrote this beginning to a fanfiction while waiting for agatha's spinoff to release. i am aware my fic has been stolen and published on another platform, however it is my writing, as you will see, parts of it were edited out. if you would like proof of ownership i shall surely message you. it will not be based on the show, but possibly could have elements of it! and in order not to spoil the plot i will leave it at that. <3

The redhead smiled at the knock on her door, expecting a hiker or a mountaineer to be waiting for her, she called out a quick "I’ll be right there", rushing to grab the refreshments she typically offered to those passing by.

Ever since she left Westview, since defeating Agatha, she’d been in the mountains of Slovakia. A small cabin was all she needed, it had a room, a kitchen, a small area with couches. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers. She crafted it on her own. She had finally reached the full potential of her power, at least she thought she did, and she used it to start anew. She did not want to be found, and she didn’t need anyone, but still, when hikers or tourists came around, she enjoyed the company. She would bake them pastries and bread every now and then. Agatha taught her to bake, but then again, Agatha taught her a lot.

When Wanda was growing up, she didn’t learn to bake or cook, but the witch she left behind in Westview taught her so many lessons about living in a mortal world. She’d hated her, for the most part, but there were so many things in her new life she had to credit to the brunette with mad curls.

As she placed the bowl of freshly baked bread upon the table, and the lemonade in a pitcher to the side, she checked her hair in the mirror planted on the wall, when she was satisfied, she opened the door.

And with a sudden flush, in the very instant, her heart sank, and she slammed the door.

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It couldn’t be happening, I mean Wanda knew she couldn’t play keep-away forever with the other woman, but it sure as hell seemed like the best temporary option.

She turned with her back against the door, closing her eyes and exhaling a stress filled sigh.

”Now, is that any way to greet an old friend?” said 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 voice. Even though there was no mistaking who owned the captivating tone, Wanda wished that when she opened her eyes, she would wake up, and she would somehow be in a dream.

But alas, when she did open her eyes, reality hit the redhead like a semi-truck.

Standing in front of her was Agatha Harkness, the now powerless, crazy, curly haired raveness. The ‘evil’ witch she had defeated some time ago.

Wanda instantly resorted to using her magic, sending magical cuffs around the woman’s wrists, to which Agatha simply chuckled, “I’m starting to get the notion this wasn’t as pleasant of a surprise as i had hoped.”

”Oh, really? You think so?” spat the ginger, a soft hand now palming her forehead. She figured the witch would return one day, rise again and try to get her powers back. However she never figured it would happen only months later. She may have been the most powerful being to exist, but there was no doubting the strength of the other witch in the room, or anyone she could have used to free herself.

”Wanda, dear, these cuffs aren’t necessary” she reminded, hinting that she no longer had powers.

Wanda's brow furrowed, her eyes flooding to the sight of the cuffed and powerless brunette in her living area. She wondered about removing restraints, questioned the probability that Agatha knew other ways to harm her, and she figured it was best to keep them.

”Listen doll, I haven't come to harm you, I've come to help you.” she spoke, and Wanda slowly inched closer, tilting her head as her lips parted, in an attempt to suggest something that would not come out. It was like the woman read her mind, one of the powers she had was the ability to manipulate, interact with, and read minds, but that had only been with those in Westview. . and there was no way she had power again.

”How did you know what I was thinking, Agatha?” she said, tone cruel and interrogative. With the settlement of these words, she was inches from the other witch, her expressions clearly showing some form of confusion and anger combined. Agatha loved playing with the gingerette’s mind. It was almost an impossible thing to avoid.

”Wanda Wanda Wanda” she spoke, a long pause shadowing the calling of the woman's name. Wanda noticed how intently the witch was watching her, observing her, studying her. With a smooth and subtle smirk, she began to speak again, “You can’t ever make things easy for yourself, can you?” Agatha slowly began to move, raising her hands from behind her back, which were free from wanda’s cuffs, almost as if they had never existed.

Wanda stood lifeless, frozen and in shock. Slowly she began backing away, realizing that this meant 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨.

”How did you–” she was cut off by a hand raising, a dim and small light of purple emerging from tan fingertips. Agatha whispered an incantation, flicked her wrist, and Wanda was forced upon the door, unable to move.

The witch inched closer, smirking at the woman’s confused look. “You're so. . dull. thinking you could take away 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of my power, and keep me trapped in your silly little persona?” she chuckled, “It took less than a week for me to break the curse you put on me, less than a month to gain some of what I lost. . I could’ve killed you, you know. I've been watching you, Wanda.” The redhead shivered at the thought of just dying, no warning, to the hands of Agatha Harkness, albeit. It made her think of Pietro, how he was dead, and never coming back.

”Oh, but don’t worry, I have bigger plans for you” she spoke, closer to wanda than ever before. Wanda had conflicting feelings towards Agatha. They had shared a friendship, of course, when Agatha was Agnes, and Wanda was “evil”. No matter the details, the two witches had built a rapport with one another. An unspoken understanding was present, so Wanda believed her when she said she wasn’t 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 planning to kill her.

”If you really want to help, with whatever twisted, fucked up idea you have of what I ‘need’, let me out of this hold.” Wanda shot a smile at the brunette, and Agatha simply tilted her head in consideration, before repeating another incantation.

The binding yet blinded force was now constructing her body, pressuring her more into the door. She yelped, wincing at the pain. Part of her wanted to use her magic, but she had learned it would do no good the last time she tried.

Agatha had a devilish smile on her lips, one that Wanda knew too well.

“Please” she winced. The older woman only chuckled mischievously, before flinging her wrist left.

As the redhead felt the force upon her body release, she sighed. Part of her wanted to run up and punch the other witch, mainly for imposing on her life so soon into her newly found peace (for the most part). Wanda instead shot an angry look at the brunette, and Agatha replied with an obvious smirk and a raise of her eyebrows.

”I'm sorry to have wasted you a trip, but I don’t want any help from 𝙮𝙤𝙪, and I never will” she remarked, walking away from the essence of the woman, to her kitchen counter. She grabbed a pitcher out of the fridge, pouring a glass of cold water. It was risky turning her back on such a powerful person, especially after refusing an offer, but there was some form of trust she felt, something unexplainable that she only felt with her.

It was quiet for a moment, until finally she heard the heels softly embracing the wood floor.

click.. click.. click.. click.

They stopped, and Wanda dismissed the notion of turning around. She could hear the smooth breaths Agatha took, so close. Wanda's hand clutched her glass, she planted the other on the counter.

Agatha's arms went past Wanda's waist, and she laid her hands over both of Wanda's. The younger woman reveled in the touch, it was the only human contact besides that of talking that she’d had in months. Agatha's body was pressing into her back, and she sighed into the touch. Her awareness of the situation only grew as she felt the woman’s lips brush along the skin of her neck.

The scarlet witch had always felt.. something when it came to her mentor. Her feelings about the woman were uncharted and complicated. She felt both comfort and edge, like she was safe but not secure. And to have her hands on her own, even if not interlinked, it got Wanda’s mind racing, as well as her heart. Heat flushed to her cheeks as she realized that the raveness could probably hear her heart beating.

”𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧” Agatha whispered, her voice husky and low. Her lips were close to the redhead’s ears, and a soft moan escaped Wanda's lips. She felt so many things, so much confusion at why the things Agatha said made her want to lean into the woman and let her take control. Whatever great things the brunette had in mind were probably wicked. . but when Wanda turned her head and looked into those brown eyes, she couldn’t say no. She tried, opening her mouth to refuse and tell her to leave, but nothing came from her lips.

This made a smirk run onto Agatha’s face, and she held the eye contact that the redhead initiated. At the notice of the woman's still hanging lip, she softly inched her own lips closer.

The witch had always intimidated those around her, and it was no different with Wanda, except the contact was far more intense, and almost like a battle for dominance. Agatha’s lips brushed against the gingerette's, and Wanda’s head tilted to the side, if they were to kiss, the angle would be perfect. Wanda wanted that, she desired it as she desired the air in her lungs. She closed her eyes, waiting for the embrace, when Agatha softly hummed. The brunette pulled her lips away, and found the dip in Wanda’s neck. A soft, but hot kiss was planted on her neck, and the younger woman’s head leaned back. With a smirk, Agatha took the glass from Wanda's hand, and backed away from the woman.

She took a sip from the glass, winking at her ginger witch.

”Don’t be a fool, Wanda” She playfully remarked, setting down the glass beside the redhead, and retreating from the woman.

Wanda had never been so confused, yet had so much clarity in her life. She didn't want to let Agatha stay, or help with whatever she desired, but those lips, those hands, that voice.. they clouded every piece of rationale in her.

Come tomorrow morning, Wanda Maximoff would team up with Agatha Harkness, and no one would know about the moment they had shared that night.

[mageknight14]

Sometimes I often think about Nagi Usui and how she’s one of the best characters to have come out in the past few years.

-One of her main motivations to get back into the real world is so she can play more of her mobile gacha game.

-She gains an instant crush on someone just because he resembles one of the main characters from said mobile gacha game.

-She’s the only one of her team to actually like the Grilled Alligator meal from SBY BBQ.

-The kanji on her shirt changes for every situation she finds herself in whether it’s for fights or eating.

-Some of her other kanji shirts reference The Art of War, kendo, Buddhist proverbs, JRPG terminology, and chuuni terms, among other things.

-One of sayings on her shirt translates to "Now I'm motivated" when in battle which means that yes, Nagi is a DMC Vergil fan.

-In the Field Walk RPG, Rindo wonders about how the letters of her shirt keep changing and Nagi tells him that she changes her shirts in between fights and food. He then wonders about how he never notices and Nagi tells him that she’s mastered the art of changing them in a millisecond before saying that she’s just joking.

-Is the only one out of the team with a dedicated maid outfit.

-Brags about being a one time Quiz Academy Queen Quizster after going head-to-head with a DRS member over the title and winning over him in the manga category.

-Accidentally intimidates other EleStra fans from approaching her through sheer aura.

-Her English VA based her performance off of Peridot from Steven Universe and Entrapta from She-Ra.

-Said VA also confirmed that Nagi would most definitely be a Sonic fan, with her being a fan of Shadow the Hedgehog in particular.

-Surprisingly, she has the most connections on the Social Network outside of Rindo due to her natural ability to understand people

-Gets into a pissing contest in Another Day with a ojou-sama, metalhead fan over who’s the bigger Takeharu Ishimoto fan

-Owns and is raising at least 10 snakes in Another Day

-Only knows how to cook sunny-side up fried eggs from the box, with the yolks described as 'frozen' and the eggs described as unpleasantly chewy.

-Is insanely competitive at fighting games

-She considers video game arcades to be the perfect date location.

-All of her "gurgly sounds" combined make for more than two minutes straight of audio.

-In Japanese, her personal pronoun is a neetspeak version of a pronoun usually used by sagely old male characters.

-In general, she uses a lot of netslang, including the Japanese equivalent of "kek" basically.

-She's too anxious to use a phone and to work a job that requires her to interact with people regularly such as retail.

-She’s the most bloodthirsty of the Wicked Twisters when it comes to fighting Noise and even lets out an evil laugh when unleashing a Grenade Launcher pin

-She really likes jigsaw puzzles and finds them calming; more specifically, the "1000-piece" type of jigsaw puzzles.

-Even with her eccentricities, she’s one of the most emotionally intelligent and empathetic characters in the series, and is never once treated as off-putting for her interests and actually uses the life lessons she took from EleStra to help out others in need.

-Is more than capable of killing a man with her psychic mind powers.

[teecupangel]

So... There is this one (01) Winterfell guard canonically named Desmond. No last name. No more information other than him being a house guard for House Stark. I don't even remember if he has lines in the book, and he isn't even mentioned in the series.

I'll just leave this information here and let you cook it, Cup.

Xoxo Madu 😽

Man, letting me cook with all these fresh ingredients is always a toss up XD

Anyway…

Here’s a “Desmond sorta adopts Dany and Vis” idea.

Here’s a “Desmond turns into a White Dragon during HOTD” idea and the continuation.

And here’s the AC characters live in ASOIAF idea.

According to the awoiaf wiki, Desmond’s pretty much a minor character who served as one of Eddard’s main guards.

So in this one, Desmond awakens north of Westeros after using the device and became a guard because of… certain circumstances that pretty much ended with him feeling indebted to Eddard Stark.

Eddard personally believe Desmond to be a commoner who is unfamiliar with the whole world, probably from one of the small close-off village that has been wiped out by certain… evil doers that come and go on the North.

Desmond leaned onto it and used his Bleed of Ratonhnhaké:ton to make it believable.

Also, the best way to get information is to stay close to one in power.

He’s mostly known as a chill dude who is easy to talk to. Arya likes him because he never tries to make her act more lady-like. If anything, he’s a secret enabler, giving Arya secret lessons of the best way to kill someone two times her size.

Eddard knows about this and Desmond admitted Arya reminds her of his little sister that he could no longer see. Eddard assumes he means that said sister is dead like the rest of his village and not… well… Desmond using his Bleed of Ezio to talk about Claudia who is the real person that Arya reminds him of.

He’s also close to Jon Snow because he has no problem with illegitimate children and he can see how lonely Jon is at times.

To House Stark, he’s a reliable loyal guard who is faster than anyone and seems to prefer underhanded techniques that knights would have frowned upon.

He becomes part of the guard detail that goes to the South and Eddard knew that Desmond plans to leave House Stark’s employ sooner or later, especially now that Desmond could see the abuse of power and corruption plaguing King’s Landing.

Hell, he even started creating a sorta information network with the use of orphans that he’s trying to keep alive.

He’s not with Eddard when he was arrested but he was ambushed with the rest of the guards that remained in their lodgings that day. Because he was there, the ambush ended with the Winterfell guards alive (some of them anyway).

Unfortunately, they were branded as traitors soon enough and Desmond takes control of what remains of the guards. Some of the more honorable ones split soon after because they do not agree with Desmond’s methods of slinking into the shadows but Desmond doesn’t give a shit about that, he’s more worried about the Starks in the capital.

Arya actually finds him and his band of ‘traitors’ and he takes her to their hideout before rushing to save Eddard.

Eddard is an honorable man though who refuses to leave because he sees it as an admission of guilt and it’s up to you if you want Desmond to find a way for Eddard to agree to leave or not.

No matter what happens to Eddard, Desmond finds a way to save Sansa and take her away from the castle by making her pretend to be a maid.

If Eddard isn’t saved, Sansa and Desmond watches his execution with Desmond trying to shield Sansa’s eyes but failing and they leave the capital with Arya and what remains of the Winterfell guards.

The Lanisters definitely hide the fact that Sansa and Arya escaped and this leads to Rob declaring war as canon as House Stark believed that Sansa and Arya are still held captive in the capital.

[preciousthingsareprecious]

Tumblr Fic List Part 1

Hi everyone! With AO3 currently down, I thought I'd remind you all that almost all of my fics are also available to read right here on Tumblr! For years I've had the habit of cross posting just about everything so if you're looking for a particular fic, you should be able to find it on good old Tumblr.

I tag all my fics with: Precious Posts so you can also use that to find anything newer I haven't added here yet.

This is all my older fics, from my Masterlist. When I get a little more time I'll do a part 2 with my newer stuff.

To Teach a Robin to Cook: Jason teaches Damian how to cook

Baby Bat Vs the Evil Librarian : Steph and Damian take a trip to the library

Grayson’s Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (IMG): The list of rules Dick wrote for movie night

Guide to Robin Boys Movie Night (FIC): Dick decides to write some rules for movie night, the other Robins have opinions

Movie Night: The Mummy: Jason does not like bugs

Movie Night: Cheeto Bomb: Dick thinks Jason planted a Cheeto bomb in the DVD player. Jason insists otherwise.

Lost Boy: Tim’s mad at Damian (again) and takes a walk to cool off

Fireworks: The Batboys attend a fireworks show for the 4th of July and Jason has flashbacks. Angsty

Baby Teeth: Bruce notices that Damian has lost a tooth, and decides to play Tooth Fairy. Fluff pure and simple.

Talk Yourself Out of This One: Dick get’s kidnapped and is forced to wait for help to arrive.

Kidnapped With You: It’s all Jason’s fault. Or is it Damian’s? Either way both managed to get kidnapped and now have to get along until Batman arrives

Misplaced Mail: Tim decides to go to college and doesn’t tell the other Robin boys.

De-Aged Tim: Timmy gets shrunk down to a six year old and Damian has to help him get back to normal.

Magical Mix Up: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian all get body swapped. Will they fight or get along long enough to fix things?

Lights Out: Jason finds himself in a situation when Tim passes out on him while his chest taser is still on

The Hunt: Bruce and Damian go on the search for a missing remote

Prank War: It’s Batboys vs Batgirls

Something in the Tea: Damian drinks hallucinogenic tea and can’t escape the visions of what he wishes his family would be like.

Party Chaos: Duke just wants to survive this party, unfortunately for him the rest of the Batboys are at the party and intent on causing trouble.

Trust: DickBat era fic where Damian gets into some trouble after a fight with Dick.

Karma: Damian’s got the hiccups so Dick tries to help him out on patrol.

Comfort Sweater: Damian get’s caught stealing one of Dick’s sweaters.

Play Lessons: Mindless Fluff as Dick and Dami play Cheese Viking together

Burdens: Written for Dynamic Duo Week 2016 day 6: Leave Me Alone

Discovery: Dick and Damian do a science experiment with Geodes

It’s Called a Hug: DickBat era. Damian doesn’t understand that hugs aren’t just a reward for good work.

Like Any Other Kid: Damian can’t stop having nightmares, finally he decides to go to his father for comfort.

Nightmares and Dreams: Bruce has a nightmare that Damian’s still dead and decides to check up on his son.

Cuffed: Dick and Tim end up handcuffed together and have to rescue Jason

Chosen: Based on a HC where Damian has trouble believing Bruce really wants him.

Album: Tim’s looking through one of his old photo album’s when Dick and JAson find him.

Father Time: Tired from the night before Bruce decides to stay in bed all day. His children decide he needs company.

Favorite Colors: While Dick and Damian are shopping for a new hoodie for Tim Damian makes an interesting purchase.

Lost Not Gone: My version of Damian’s reaction to Tim’s ‘death’

Super Sleepover: Jon sleeps over at the manor

Father Daughter Dance: Bruce and Cass go to the Ballet

Learning to Ride: Bruce teaches Jason how to ride a bike

Adoption: Alfred pushes Bruce to adopt Tim

If I Live to See the Dawn: Jason’s hurt and Damian’s got to get him home

Learning to Ask: Dick takes care of an injured Bruce

Heartbeats: Takes place between Batman Rebirth issues 16-17 and follows Bruce taking care of his kids

Target Practice: Damian and Steph play laser tag

Anxious Heart: Damian deals with some latent fear toxin, Bruce helps him out

Art Show: Tim runs into Damian while going to see one of his photos on display

Family Attire: Dick and Damian go clothes shopping. DickBats era

Unintended Consequences: In trying to hide his own illness Damian ends up getting Tim sick

Always Interesting: Cass buys a waxing kit and all the boys want to try it

Not a Burden: Tim gets hurt on patrol and doesn’t want to bother the family

With Love and Patience: Dick muses over taking care of Damian, there may also be suspenders involved. DickBats era.

Long Overdue: Jason offers to take Damian on patrol with him

Some Kind of Normal: Sometimes Bruce forgets just how young Damian is

Trapeze Training: Dick takes Damian out on the trapeze

Sick Day: Bruce is sick and Damian wants to make sure his father gets proper rest

Haunted Manor: Damian and Jon explore a haunting in the manor

Checking In: The batboys start to worry when Bruce is out of town and hasn’t contacted anyone in a while

Preserved Heartache: Damian sees a video of his own death

Hugs and Cookies: Dick brings a ‘get-along’ rug for the holidays

Like Old Times: Bruce and Dick on a stakeout

Safety Net: Snapshots of Damian learning to trust Dick

Irritating: Damian picks on Dick

This Stupid Family: First person pov. Jason’s little brother’s realize he too is a little brother and act accordingly.

Then and Now: Bruce dealing with Jason’s death juxtaposed with the family now

In Charge: Jason and Bruce make lunch while Alfred is out. Robin!Jason

A Little Craft Project: Damian asks Babs for help cheering Dick up

A Bad Night and Good Tea: Bruce can’t sleep, thankfully Alfred’s there to help

To Pass Through this Night: Dick died during Forever Evil. His brother’s find out and help him deal with it.

Faking It: Damian fakes being sick, Dick reacts to it. DickBats Era

Dreams of Wires: Damian’s feelings on the chip his mother put in his spine

Don’t Get Sentimental: Tiger takes care of Dick

Robin in the Batcave with the Rope: Damian get’s kidnapped by the Riddler and Scarecrow and forced to play clue

Breathe In Breathe Out: Damian gets buried, Dick worries Part 1 2 3

This Weight Off Of Your Shoulders: Damian gets sick, Alfred takes care of him

After Everything We’ve Seen: Dick finds Damian curled in the corner of the couch

Bone Tired: Dick is tired, Bruce is there to help him out

Just to See You: Temporary blind Damian, Big brother Dick

You Won’t Wake Up Alone: Dick knows he’s about to die, he just doesn’t want to do it in front of his little brothers Part 1 Part 2

First Breath After A Coma: Dick ruminates on his death, Damian’s, and all the terrible things that have been happening lately. Angst, no fluff

Your Job or Mine: Bruce gets hurt, Dick takes care of him

New to This: Dick’s getting used to his new busy life, and learning to take time for Damian

Accustomed to Standing Alone: The first time Damian’s kidnapped as a civilian

Bleeding Heart: Damian finds a dying doe and sits with her, Dick helps take care of the rest

Sun Spot: A lazy day with Dick and Damian

Of Baskets and Braids: Dick can’t sleep so he goes to find Bruce, and they get lost watching Youtube videos

As the Years Go By: Dick is growing up, and Bruce isn’t really sure how to deal with it.

A Bird in the Hand: Damian gets turned into a robin…for real. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Those Days We Miss: After Damian picks a fight with Dick, he ends up kidnapped and pretty sure no one is going to come for him.

Stay Here, With Me: Damian gets soaked on patrol, and as a result he ends up sick. Rest and medicine should help, but Damian finds himself getting worse and worse. Thankfully he’s got Bruce (and later Dick) to help sort things out.

You Always Bring Me Home: When Batman is caught by an explosion he calls the person who can always find him, Alfred.

The Care and Yeeting of Robins: Bruce comes home to find Jason in his bed. Jason refuses to move, so Bruce does what he has to in order to stand his ground and decides sleeping on the floor is the only option.

Flash/Prompt Fics:

Damian and Tim: That’s Not a Dog

Dick, Damian, and Cass: No, no, it’s okay, I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me

Damian and Dick: I stabbed my last twelve brothers. Why should you be different?

Jason and Steph: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Young Dick: Not only am I a late bloomer, I’m late for everything

Steph and Damian: I stabbed my last twelve brothers; why should you be any different?

Tim and Damian: Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get angry

Older!Damian: I find this to be highly illogical, incredibly ridiculous, and absolutely irresistible. Let’s play

Damian and Alfred the Cat

Tim and Damian: Damian attempts to irritate Tim

Tim and Jason: Tim’s tired and saying weird things

Batman Voice: Damian’s got a ‘Batman voice’ and it comes out at the best of times

Shrunken Sweater: Bruce’s sweater has shrunk to the perfect size

Being Sick is Stupid: Robin Dick and Bruce fluff and minor sick fic

Damian gets tricked into sleeping

Dick and Damian angst-fluff

Long Fics:

Super City: Damian and Jon on an adventure in Metropolis

Losing You: Dick loses his memories of Damian and the two try to deal with it while going after the villain responsible (plus Tim and Jason get to help)

Finding Us: The sequel to Losing You. Explores Jason and Tim’s relationship to the Batfam