#I don't understand the falling in love as soon at first sight though

[lilacgaby]

katsuki didn't expect to be here today.

with you, a gorgeous woman at that, laid in his arms. found passed out in the meadows, a flower bed beneath the two of you. time still, wind blowing through your bodies as you rested.

he had been out hunting, blowing off smoke. annoyed at his current situation of being forced to marry a woman he didn't know, one who'd likely never love him. one he knew he'd never love.

a life of loveless marriage, one he was raised under, scared him more than he'd pray tell.

he'd rushed out quickly, barging through the servants, the large doors, and his grand estate. only his bow and sword on him as he trekked through. familiar lands enveloped him, but the sight of you didn't. more importantly, the sight of you, who had started falling.

he was moving before he realized, catching you in muscled arms, the sad crunches of ruined flowers beneath him. though none compared to the sight of the one he held now.

his bow and sword discarded, hands moving out of instinct to wipe the tears off of your face. it was clear you weren't supposed to be out here, your dress one of a high noble, silks too expensive for a common folk to afford. a satchel.. one that bore an emblem that seemed all too familiar. thoug it didn't take his full attention. his body seemed all to keen to focus on you, his chest sought to match your breaths, hearts beating in tandem.

you awoke just a few moments later, eyes wide at the sight of him. he settled you next to him, as you spoke to him. "thank you, i don't know what came over me." you spoke gently, a tone of unconfidence as you looked down at your hands. a ring on your finger.

though it looked unfit on you.

"i understand." he replied gruffly, picking up his weapons behind him, hands feeling antsy to be occupied at the sight of the gorgeous stranger in front of him. "bad feelings 've been in the air lately, it seems."

you looked up at him finally, allowing him to get a clear view of your face. with eyes puffy, lips swollen and bitten, and cheeks red. he fought off a smile, this wasn't the time to be thinking of how cute you looked.

you let out a sigh of sorrow. "it's been getting to all of the heirs of age, it seems."

he held you for a minute longer, hands grasped together tightly, wordless comfort based of mutual understanding given. neither of you said anything, but you both felt like you needed it. he knew it in the way you didn't want to let him go. and you knew it in the way he didn't. it was hard for him to pull away, but he knew he had to.

after a beat, he stood up. lowering a hand to you. "no sense in worrying about the inevitable," you smiled slightly and took his hand. "right."

he looked at the sun, it was slowly falling, prime hunting time. "you should head back to wherever you came, it'll be night soon." you nodded, and brought a bag up from the floor, you opened it, and a bracelet was in your palms.

you handed it to him, the red ruby of the beads matching his eyes as they shinned in the sun. "take this, please."

he was taken aback, seemingly unaware of why you would do this for him. he tried pushing your hand away, but it was unrelenting. a stubborn look in your eyes and he rolled his, sliding it onto his wrist.

he moved to leave, when you grabbed your wrist. it was out of impulse, he felt the internal panic in your stance, your mouth hung open slightly, though no words escaping. finally though, you manage a weak, "your name?"

for the first time since his arrangement, he laughed. laughed at the simplicity of the gesture, at your expression, at his situation.

with a boyish smile, he rested your hand at your side, touch lingering for a second too long. "call me katsuki."

he turned to leave, feet feeling a little more heavy now, knowing he was walking away from you. someone he seemed to get along with so easily.

you yelled your name after him, the crunches of the grass underneath your shoes fading away too. you were gone now.

he looked back at you, feeling the beads of the bracelet under nimble fingers, before squeezing it in his palm.

the hunting went poorly, he was too distracted to aim. the night went painstakingly fast, the arrival of the family, his wife, the agenda for the day.

uncomfortable traditional clothes felt even heavier now, the chains of being binded to someone he didn't know being heavier than any chain he could break physically.

his head that was slumped on the table was now forced up, his mother kicking him in the foot to remind him to at least try and be polite. he sighed, a feeling of dread hanging over him as the footsteps neared.

each one was sealing his fate, the door click the nail in the coffin.

but all his negativity vanished, all poor thoughts ceasing at the sight of you. your eyes were just as wide as his, your hand over your face in shock. the entourage beside you confused at your expression.

"madam?"

"katsuki?" you whispered under your breath.

though he managed to hear you. how could he not when you demanded his attention so seamlessly?

but now it was his turn to be speechless. speechless at the prospect of your rank, of your arrival,

and at the realization that he'd be married to you.

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[nackrosor]

~Your Wish~

(Part 3/3)

Part 1 - Part 2

Brahms Heelshire x nanny!Reader

warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con (with very dubious p in v), power dynamics, mommy issues, Brahms is a perv through and through

word count: 2,9k.

author's notes: this is the filthiest thing I've ever written, I swear. I tried to imbue this with all my naughtiness lmao I hope it was enough! Also, here's some art I made 'cause I'm that generoussss. I hope you enjoy the food! Bon appétit! 🤤🌹

"Did I scare you, Y/N? I didn't mean to..." 

He grimaced at the way his child voice came out broken and less convincing than usual, but in his state, even simply speaking was a feat.

You had been sluggishly fighting against his persistent grip on you, yet once you heard him speak, a loud gasp of shock escaped you, and your body stiffened under his. The way you tensed up made your back arch and your ass stick out even more. His focus shifted to your half-clad bottom, which was hovering only inches from his face. The drenched fabric of your panties had somehow stuck to the side, teasing him - torturing him - with that mouthwavering sight of you. 

Oh, what a struggle it was for him to refrain from seeking your heat again and then shoving himself inside you, once and for all. He was shivering with restraint while proceeding to keep you pinned to the mattress. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back, though.

He wanted you to know who he was before he finally and thoroughly claimed you as his. His pride somehow exceeded his yearning.

"B-Brahms...?" You hesitantly whispered his name, hoping to catch a glimpse of him behind your shoulder. You could only make out a dark silhouette in your peripheral vision, for both the darkness of the room and his tight clasp prevented you from seeing anything else. "How-? W-what?"

Your voice was a little louder this time, and you sounded sharper. He also noticed with satisfaction that you were now remaining still under his hold. That was good. It would make things easier. He'd prefer not to fight you, not to force you... But if you were to refuse him... He would not hold back... He couldn't...

"You don't have to be alone anymore in this big, scary house." 

He made sure to stress out the last words, the same ones you used when you had confided your wish to the doll. He wanted you to understand… That wicked side of him wanted you to realise that he had always been there, watching you, listening in on you... That you have never truly been alone.

"Aren't you happy?"

He couldn't hide the impatience in his voice. His palm pressed harder onto your spine, imperceptibly rubbing up and down, seeking your touch. He found himself edging closer to you, his mask nearly touching your asscheek, his other hand ready to commit another despicable sin, the worst one yet.

“Let me see you? Please?"

He stopped in his tracks, momentarily stunned by your words.

You had asked so sweetly, your voice such a gentle caress to his ears, how could he have declined your request? After all, he had longed to have those gorgeous eyes of yours fall on him, finally seeing him, since the first day. And what would have been better than having you looking at him as he ravished you? Watching lust twist your features, the pleasure - he was igniting in you - flooding your lovely eyes. A shuddering breath escaped his lips as the vivid image arose in his mind, aggravating the torture.

Brahms loosened his grip, allowing you to turn around and lie on your back. As soon as your eyes met his, you let out another loud gasp. His gut flipped at the way your wide eyes flitted across his mask, chest, thighs, taking him all in.

You saw him. You were looking at him. Ah, what a dream... What a dream come true...

He wondered what was going through your pretty little head. How did it make you feel to know that the kid's voice you've occasionally heard reverberating through the mansion over the past few weeks hadn't come from a possessed doll or an imprisoned spirit... But from him. Your Brahms, in flesh and blood.

“B-Brahms…”

The way you tentatively called his name while looking up at him like a deer in the headlights was pure bliss.

He nodded enthusiastically in response and drew closer to you. His gaze flickered from your face to your hand, which he noticed slowly reaching up in his direction. He jerked back instantly out of reflex, frightened like a beaten dog meeting a loving hand for the first time, but as soon as he realized there was no threat in your intentions, he leaned back in and allowed you to touch his mask. Oh, how he yearned to feel your soft palm caressing his wounded cheek... to feel your gentle touch skin on skin… But that would have to be enough for the moment.

Now that he had your full attention. Now that you knew who he was and that no harm would come from him… with your eyes staring up at him with such awe and wonder… 

He couldn't wait any longer. 

His hand eagerly slipped between your thighs, fingers greedily seeking your heat. He caught with utmost satisfaction the way your eyes widened again, your lips parting to let out a shocked cry; you looked so adorable… so desirable… so vulnerable…

He kept his ever-attentive gaze fixed on you, desperate to catch your every reaction, as he stroked your wet folds and teased your entrance.

“W-what are you… Ah!~”

A tremor pierced him as he felt your body tremble so sharply when he easily entered you, triggering a loud whine from you as he drove his fingers deep into your walls.

His breathing was extremely shallow, and he could see your chest raise and fall as you began panting as well; the sight only served to add fuel to his burning desire, leaving him eager to make you cry and shiver just like that over and over again. 

His movement against you was firm but frantic, fueled by his long-repressed need, which was causing him to shudder and whimper as he fingered you. He had no idea what he was doing, but your moans and squeals were guiding and urging him to keep hitting that spongy spot deep inside you which seemed to make you scream the loudest.

“N-no… W-w-wait…”

Your hands shakily reached down to seize his and halt his actions, but he quickly grasped your wrists and pinned them both on your belly, holding them down with one palm while continuining on driving his fingers back and forth, unrelentingly, into you. He could tell you liked it, the lewd sounds you were making told him as much. He knew his actions were pleasing you. Your cunt was so wet, and your walls welcomed his long fingers with such hunger, swallowing them fully with each push.

How would it feel to sink inside you? To have your tight, spongy walls suck and squeeze his cock dry? Would his cum leak back out? It always did when he used his doll, the one he had turned to look just like you… He constantly had to push his fluids back inside the hole…

“Brahms... S-stop… Ah!”

Your broken whimpers sounded so cute. You were so cute. What were you asking of him? Certainly not to stop. Not that he would or could. The feeling of making you squirm under his touch was intoxicating, a feeling he had just discovered and yet couldn't get enough of. He had already grown addicted. The sight of you laying there completely vulnerable, completely his, was filling him with such a rush of euphoria. 

He released your wrists, disregarding the way you immediately but weakly started tugging at his hand again in protest. Instead, he reached down to his trousers, letting out a deep guttural grunt when he felt the dampness of the material, soaked with his seed. Leaked precum? Or did he burst into his pants without even realising? It didn't matter. His cock was hard and throbbing when he grabbed it, ready to slip out of the restraining cloth and finally sink inside you… He couldn’t wait, oh no, he couldn’t wait anymore-

“I said stop!” 

His entire body shuddered violently, and his senses suddenly sharpened as if he had just awoken from a trance. Both his hands abruptly came to a halt.

He wasn't sure if he was shaking more from the thrill your imposing tone caused in him or the excruciating hunger that was gnawing at him, demanding to be satiated. Possibly both combined given the intensity of the tension that had taken hold of his body.

Brahms stared at you with bated breath and childish fear, like a misbhehaving boy caught in the act of some deplorable deeds by his strict mother. He didn't dare to make a sound nor move an inch as he waited to be scolded.

A strange glint passed your eyes, one that he could barely catch, let alone decipher. However, your entire demeanour seemed to alter abruptly in response to his reaction.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He gasped. A flood of dread shook his entire being and made his stomach churn upon hearing your stern tone. Did he upset you? Were you angry at him? He couldn't bear it. Oh no… He only wished to please you... Only ever wished to please you...

"What were you doing, mh?" 

Brahms vehemently shook his head, his panicked gaze glued on your hard look. 

“Brahms.”

Your commanding tone made him shudder again. He cowered, crouching down and dropping his head on your lap. He didn't dare admit what he was about to do, what he had been doing long before you woke up.

"Brahms!"

He felt your hands pull on his arms, but he only pressed his head further against you, burying his face in your womb, his whimpers muffled by your skin. His hands reached to your sides, holding you vehemently but not threateningly. He wanted to show you how good he was. How good he could be for you. He was sorry. Yes. He was terribly sorry. He would never upset you again.  

"Please…" He pleaded in his childish voice, nuzzling his forehead into your belly.

"Please, what?"

He tightened his grip on your sides and cried again, "Pleaseee… I need you…" 

His meekness only increased as you delayed to answer. His hands cradled your body, fingers clutching desperately at your nightgown and creasing the material. His head anxiously swayed back and forth as he rubbed his mask against you.

"Use your real voice."

Another tremor shook his body and he quickly obeyed your command. 

"I need you."

His voice came out low and hoarse, such a stark contrast to his childish tone. It caused a vibration in your tummy. He could feel how your body shivered in reaction. 

Raising his head to meet your gaze, he noticed that your eyes had widened significantly. Was it because of his voice? The way he begged? Did you like it? He could beg you again and again in his real voice, if it pleased you so. If that meant you’d let him have you.

"I need you, please…" 

His fingers travelled slowly along your sides, gingerly getting closer to your panties again, quivering with impatience and constraint. He kept his imploring look on you as he stroked his fingertips on the damp fabric before slipping them inside to rub against your folds once more. 

He saw your eyelids flutter and your chest rise harshly as you took a deep breath.

He whimpered as he felt your fingers weave into his curls and then capture them abruptly in a tight clasp.

"Lay down, Brahms." 

He merely lingered for a moment to process what you had requested of him. Then he did it. He lay down on the mattress without question. Eager to please you. Desperate to be in your good graces. He would do anything for you. 

His entire body was trembling with anticipation, a deep-seated urge to be touched threatening to overtake him as you climbed on top of him, claiming his former position. His body craved your touch so badly, yet he had to wait until you decided to put him out of his misery.

“You’re such a naughty boy. You know that?”

When he felt your weight on him and your groin sitting directly on his bulge, he felt his breath catch in his throat and his hips buck up instinctively. Only his unbuttoned pants separated his arousal from your heat.

He was losing his mind…

"Nobody ever taught you that's not how good boys are supposed to behave, mh?"

More whimpers flowed from his parted lips as you began to grind against him, painfully slowly but with force. He struggled to keep his eyes open and locked in yours; his quivering hands went up to hold your hips, seeking to control your movements, but you intercepted them and forced them down on the pillow on either side of his face. He let you keep them still.

"Please…"

"I will teach you… Yes, yes... I will teach you. Bad boys never get their way, no matter how much or how long they beg."

Brahms had always obtained whatever he wanted since he was a little boy. If he couldn't have it, he'd take it himself. But he wasn't going to admit it to you. He merely groaned and twitched in response, every inch of his body ignited by your leisurely and frustrating movement against him.

He craved being inside you... To spill his load deep within your core... but he was so worked up… he had been holding back for so long, too long… and the way you moved was so rousing, provoking him just enough to…

His body abruptly convulsed underneath you, a deep sigh of relief escaping from his lips as a dark and large wet stain appeared on the material of his trousers. All of the desire coursing through him reached a fever pitch that consumed every inch of his body.

He had never experienced such an intense and violent orgasm before. He had jerked off numerous times, but cumming never felt so good... 

Brahms was still trembling and panting when his eyes opened again to meet yours. You had stopped moving when he started spasming. Even in the dark, he could see the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes were wide and glazed as they stared down at him, your own breath coming in short. 

"F-Fuck-"

His eyes were fixed on you, watching you as you gulped and shivered, clearly shaken by what had just happened. Your gaze kept darting back and forth between his pants and mask. When he felt your hands release his wrists, he pulled yours back, drawing you forward and causing you to fall on top of him with a yelp.

Brahms buried his face into the crook of your neck. Your scent was stronger than before, his nostrils filled with your natural aroma. His fingers trailed over your skin, feeling how clammy it was and relishing the way you shivered at the touch. He moved on along the curve of your neck until he reached the edge of your nightgown and peeled it down without hesitation, this time dragging it low enough to prevent it from rolling back up. The sight of your breasts made his stomach flip, just like it had done the first time. His body started to become stiffer once more. 

“Again…” he whispered breathlessly as he lifted your torso so you could sit on his lap just like before, straddling his groin. He could feel himself getting harder all over again. He could not possibly resist you.

"B-Brahms?"

His hands greedily mapped your body, groping every curve and dip they found. His touch soon became frantic and urgent.

"Again, again, again!"

He hastily freed his growing erection from his pants and without giving you time to register what was happening, he seized your waist and pulled you down onto him. 

At last, you had become one. 

The quiet room filled with both his and your moans of pleasure, which only grew louder as Brahms started guiding your hips up and down, each time with greater force, allowing him to fully sink into you. You were so warm, and the way your tight walls clenched around his cock was more intoxicating than he could have anticipated. It was maddening. The sound of your cunt slapping against his groin was the the best sound he had ever heard. He mentally added it to the list of pleasures he had so quickly become addicted to and sought to experience again and again and again...

He was a mess of sweat and whimpers and tremors, and so were you. 

Ah, to finally have you! To finally take you as his! This was everything he had ever dreamed and yearned for. You would never be alone or feel lonely again, and neither would he! 

Please you night and day, whenever and wherever! That's what he intended to do.

Oh, yes. 

He will be such a good boy for you.

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[imagineweasley]

Bludgering to You

fred weasley x reader

summary: during a quidditch match, fred gets a bit too competitive and crashes into you. he didn't believe in all the clichés about love at first sight before, but as soon as he lays his eyes on you, all that changes.

y/n: your name

y/h: your house

word count: 1.7k

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The crowd roared as Fred punted the bludger away from Angelina, mere inches from hitting her straight in the face and knocking her off her broom. She jerked in the air, startled, but quickly regained her composure and sped off to score yet another ten points for Gryffindor.

"And he does it again! Fred Weasley saves the team captain from the Slytherin team!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed throughout the stadium as Gryffindors cheered and Slytherins scowled. Fred waved his bat above his head in victory as Lee continued, "Really impressive she didn’t fall off considering I almost fell off this podium when I saw Goyle's toad-face --" The microphone screeched and Lee's voice disappeared as Professor Mcgonagall snatched the microphone from his hand and scolded him. Lee merely grinned at her.

Goyle's face did look particularly toadlike today, and his already ruddy face was slowly turning into a darker shade of scarlet.

Fred waggled his fingers at Goyle who was now speeding off, "Sorry mate, better luck next time!" He allowed himself one more celebratory loop in the air before he caught George's eye from a few hundred feet away. He was waving his arms in the air at his brother and yelling something Fred could not quite understand.

"What? George, I can't hear you!"

Fred weaved through the players and realized George was pointing. When he got close enough, George yelled again, "DOUBLE BLUDGER!" He jabbed his fingers at Fred's right and left sides, and Fred whipped his head around just in time to see a bludger flying at him.

He managed to drop a few feet in the air and avoid having his skull smashed in. The two bludgers crashed in the air above him; Crabbe and Goyle had teamed up to take Fred out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Goyle racing away. Fred yelled after them, "OI, YOU TROLL, do you even know how Quidditch works!" They high-fived each other and sniggered, triggering a burst of anger in his chest.

Fred narrowed his eyes at the them in the distance. Suddenly, George was at his side.

"Mate, don't pay attention to them, you have to focus! We can test a puking pastille on them later, I promise!"

Fred nodded curtly, but his mind had not shifted. As he flew away, he saw a one bludger flying towards Harry, another flying towards Katie Bell.

He alerted George but he had already seen it and was speeding towards Katie. Fred turned midair to fly towards and unaware Harry, who was concentrating on finding his tiny gold target. Maybe the anger served as fuel, because he arrived at Harry's side long before he could be hit and smacked the heavy ball away.

Harry called over his shoulder, "Thanks mate!" Before returning to his search for the snitch.

Fred was still breathing heavily, but not from the exhilaration of the match. His eyes were still trained on the opposing team's beaters.

"Don't you dare, Weasley!" Angelina's keen eye had caught the look in his eyes and she called out, "Save that for after the match! Not right now, we can't afford to lose!" But Fred didn't hear her.

He caught hold of a bludger and sped off towards his first target: Goyle.

"YOU IDIOT!!" Angelina screamed in anger as he left her behind.

"Take THIS!" He hurled the bludger at Goyle, whose reaction time was too slow, and it knocked his left arm enough to send him toppling in the air. Fred observed, satisfied, as the smirk was wiped off his pimply face. He caught another bludger and prepared to strike again, but Goyle was less cocky and more alert this time and was able to fly off before Fred could act.

Fred had expected this though, so he was at the ready for the chase. Goyle bobbed and weaved through the players, but as he was a much less talented flier than Fred, he couldn't escape. Fred managed to strike again, this time in the shoulder. He purposefully did not throw hard enough to seriously injure him or put the team in trouble; years of playing Quidditch had honed his ability to control the force at which he threw the bludgers.

Suddenly, Fred saw Goyle reach into his robe. He watched it happen in slow motion: Goyle whipped out a wand and pointed behind him, straight at Fred. Having never seen a wand on the field, as they were prohibited in Quidditch, he moved too slowly to escape Goyle's attack.

"NO!" Fred lunged at the wand but Goyle was too far away, and the spell hit him straight in the chest.

The crowd collectively gasped as it sent him reeling through the air. He could not gain control of his broom for the life of him, and he spun around and around, the only thing he could do was grip the handle as hard as he could. After a few moments, he managed to slow the spinning, but too late; with a loud CRASH, he crashed into the y/h stands.

Students screamed as he crashed into the benches, which splintered and sent wood flying in all directions. Most of them had been able to run out of the way, but there were a few who were knocked off their bench by the force of his crash.

"FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN! FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN!" Lee was jumping up and down and screaming into his microphone, "For those who missed it, Goyle hexed Fred Weasley, THAT HIDEOUS COCKROACH! SOMEONE GO DO SOMETHING!"

Fred's head was still spinning so he could barely hear the crowd. As he gained his senses, he realized that he had crashed directly into a person and was laying on top of them. He quickly pushed himself off of the poor student.

"Are you alright?" He immediately grabbed the student's hand and hoisted them onto their feet.

"I think so? I think I'm okay." Y/n looked down at herself and assessed for any injuries, but miraculously, she did not have a scratch on her.

Y/n looked up at Fred and their eyes met. As quickly as he crashed into her, Fred lost his senses.

He had heard of people describe the moment they met their partners in a magical, fantastical way that he was always skeptical of, and he even made fun of them. They would talk about how time slowed and fireworks went off in their minds, and they just knew this person was the one, but he had never believed it. Love makes people fools, he would say.

But now, he was being proven wrong.

As he gazed into her eyes, time did, in fact, slow, and fireworks exploded through his entire body, the way people had always described. His mind filled with music that wasn't actually there, and every time he recounted this moment to her or their friends or even strangers for years and years after, he would swear he felt a zing! (Y/n would roll her eyes every time, but with a big smile on her face).

"Um... hello?" He was brought back to life when y/n waved her hand in front of his face. He didn't realize that his jaw had been hanging open and that he was still holding the other hand he had hoisted her up with. Amusement danced in her eyes and when she smiled at him, he almost toppled over.

He managed to stumble out, "I'm -- 'm so sorr- didn't mean to--" He didn't know what was happening to him -- usually he was so smooth around girls. Y/n found it endearing though, and laughed in response.

She squeezed his hand reassuringly and replied, "That's alright, I'm okay! You gotta do what you gotta do right?"

In a desperate attempt to prove he wasn't a fool, Fred managed to gather himself enough to gasp out, "PrettiestgirlI'veeverbeenbludgeredinto--" before he was interrupted.

"--AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, YOU LOOK LIKE AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, FREDDIE! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH or A BIRD'S GONNA FLY IN--" Lee's cackle was cut off, and Mcgonagall's voice now boomed, "MR. WEASLEY, GET BACK OUT THERE NOW!"

Fred blushed a deep pink and dropped y/n's hand as if it had burned him. As she laughed, he stammered out some sort of sheepish apology before hopping back on his broom and flying back out.

Thankfully, some people had still been paying attention to the game, and the second Fred flew back in, Harry caught the snitch and the game was over.

Fred flew down, still feeling lightheaded from his encounter with y/n. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Angelina was storming over to him.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, WEASLEY!" Steam was practically pouring out of her ears, "DID I OR DID I NOT TELL YOU TO DROP IT? HUH, WEASLEY? WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO!" Professor Mcgonagall was following close behind Angelina and was scolding Fred over her, "-- could have injured yourself or a student, for Merlin's sake, or worse, gotten yourself banned--"

Meanwhile, Harry, who had been too focused on the snitch and missed the hubbub, was jogging alongside the rest of the team and asking, "What was that? What happened? Someone tell me what happened, for the LOVE of--" With a voice tight with suppressed laughter, George shrugged and said, "Can't save you this time, mate."

The team members were giggling and talking over each other, Angelina and Professor Mcgonagall were still scolding him, and Harry was tugging at his robes, still trying to figure out what had happened, but Fred couldn't hear any of it. He had caught y/n's eye again, all the way across the stadium from the ground, and she was smiling sympathetically right at him. He was hopelessly lost in her smile, and he timidly held up his hand and waved. She scrunched her nose in an adorable way and gave him a thumbs up of encouragement. A grin spread across Fred's face.

This brought on another bout of yelling and threats from Angelina as well as more laughter from the team, and still, Fred barely heard her. It was all noise to him.

Professor Mcgonagall caught his far-off look and followed his gaze to see that he was staring right at you. She maintained a stern look, but on the inside, couldn't help but soften. She knew that look. She had seen it countless times before.

And even as Fred was being dragged away by a furious Angelina, he was still smiling and managed to memorize every part of y/n's face, vowing to find her after what surely would be a long post-game meeting.

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Hello esteemed mutual. If you are reading this, then that means my propaganda is working. But you might still have questions, so I am here to answer them.

What is Spatort?

Spatort, aka that show about the Sad Gay German Cops, aka Tatort Saarbrücken, aka 90% of my blog over the past month, is a German detective show. It's about the latest Saarbrücken team within the tv show Tatort and can be watched completely separately from the other Tatort teams. It features a team of four homocide detectives (Leo Hölzer, Adam Schürk, Esther Baumann and Pia Heinrich) who solve murders amidst all their personal drama in the city of Saarbrücken in the South-West of Germany. It's a murder of the week style show, but with personal drama of the protagonists as an overarching plot line.

Our dream team posing with a very dead girl and Rechtsmedizinerin Henny Wenzel.

Why should I watch this?

Because it's gay. There are a few canonically gay side characters, but the real meat is the relationship between Leo and Adam. They are childhood best friends who went through some rough shit together and are reunited after having spent 15 years apart. They like to have sleepovers, stare deeply into each others eyes, have dramatic break-ups and tell each other how much they mean to each other in convoluted ways. They are two co-dependent wrecks and I love them with all my heart. Will they ever become canon? We don't know. The canonically bisexual Tatort Berlin protagonist Robert Karow was allowed a gay sex scene on primetime German television though, so there is hope.

Because it's gay 2: ESTHER! As soon as she gets more than two lines of exposition (Episode 3), she starts flirting with every living woman in sight. I love her.

Apart from that, it's also just a good show. Speaking as someone who isn't overly fond of detectives, I think it has a good balance between murder mystery and character drama. The actors have great chemistry and are just so much fun to watch. There has been some criticism claiming that too much time is spent on the lives of the protagonists instead of on the murder cases, but that's exactly what makes me like this series.

This series made me fall back in love with the German language again and I heard multiple people saying the same thing.

Why is it called Spatort?

Because "Die letzte Reihe von Tatort Saarbrücken" takes too long to say and there's this shovel (in German: Spaten) that plays an important role in the first episode. (And Spaten + Tatort = Spatort).

Are there any content warnings?

Murder, violence, some episodes get pretty bloody (not quite gore but @yuespropagandablog don't watch it), abusive parents, intravenous drug use (one shot in episode Der Fluch des Geldes), overdose, and of course they're all cops.

Are there German characters in this German show set in Germany?

Yes :D

Do they all speak German?

Yep, the show is in German but there are a few scenes where some French is spoken.

But Furious, I don't speak German. How on Earth am I supposed to watch it if I can't understand it?

THEN LEARN The lovely Tumblr user @nerd-on-duty made subtitles for the first 5 episodes. You can DM them (or @krukel or me) for a link.

If I know German well enough to watch German television with German subtitles or no subtitles at all, where can I watch it?

At the moment of writing this, the ARD Mediathek has most of the episodes with German subtitles, but these are only available for a period of time. You can pay for ARD Plus for access to all Tatort episodes ever made, or you can put on your pirate hat and scourge the internet. (All the episodes are on the Internet Archive as well.)

I'm not fully convinced yet, but I do like men's tits. Is there anything you can show me to convince me to watch it?

You're in luck! This is our protagonist Leo Hölzer:

(GIF credits to @thisfeebleheart, more in this post. Also thanks to @krukel for helping this lesbian select these tits for this propaganda post.)

I'm still not convinced by the men tits. I do like pathetic blond men being put in Situations though.

You're in luck! Meet Adam Schürk:

(GIF credits from right to left, top to bottom: @thisfeebleheart, @leoholzer, @vaschbaer, @a-way-we-go.)

Okay. I've started it. Why does this intro look like it's from the 70s?

Because it is. Tatort started airing in 1970 and they just. Never changed the intro. Don't worry though, the rest of the show does reflect the time the episodes were made in.

I watched it and I love it! I need to know what happens next! When will the next episode air?

At the moment of making this post, the next episode is set to air January 2026. The one after that in 2027. Yes, you read that right, there is one episode per year.

PER YEAR????

YES. JOIN US IN OUR SUFFERING.

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly! Can i request reader x levi angst?

It's ok if you don't want to make it.🩷 (I'll be happy if u notice me)

(Canon world)

Reader is actually Erwin's little sister(you decide their age gap^^)!! Levi met reader when the sc went after him in the underground and he actually fell in love with her in the first sight. As years goes by Levi's feelings are strong now, he loves reader so much. (she actually look like erwin a lot). After Erwin's death the reader started to change a lot and levi helped her out. Reader was starting back on track of her life, but eventually the rumbling started and she sacrificed herself to the sc. (you decide the ending)

I'm sorry if it's too long😭, I've been a silent fan of your works since pandemic and this is my first request to you which , I'm kinda nervous ahhh. Have a good day Jelly!! I hope both of your pillows are cold both side and don't stress yourself so much, you're too glorious to be stressed 😤🫶

You are a sweet little jellytot <3

Field of flowers

Levi x fem reader

Canon world, angst, emotional pain, becoming a couple, reuniting, fluff, romance, happy ending.

The love between you and Levi was always unspoken, never admitted out loud. When the rumbling happens, it looks like the end is near. You race off and fight knowing that the chance of you dying is likely. When the war is over and his heart is full of pain, Levi doesn't know what to do with himself. After moving rooms at the hospital to heal, he sees a familiar face he didn't think he'd see again.

"You don't have to do this," Levi muttered, his heart stinging. "Please don't do this, too many people have died already."

You smiled sadly. "I want to do this."

"There has to be another way."

You cupped the side of Levi's face. "Thank you for everything you did for me."

"I..."

You released him. "Come on, Levi, smile for me. Where's that handsome smile I adore?"

He looked away from you. "Sorry."

"We'll meet again in a field of flowers on a sunny day."

He perked up a bit. "Promise?"

You hummed a laugh. "Sure." You released a long shaky sigh. "Once more into battle." You gripped your blades. "Kind of exciting."

Levi smiled a little. "Always the optimistic."

You grinned as tears ran down your cheeks. "Ah, there's that smile I adore! Thanks, Levi."

That sweet bright smile you always held meant the world to him, because it was always for him. Levi was thankful that the last thing he saw of you that day was your bright cute smile. As Levi went into his final battle, he kept thinking about your smile.

Even though he felt like the pain of his wounds was going to break him, you were always on his mind. He hoped and prayed you were alive and okay somewhere. He dreamed of seeing you again. Levi lived a life with no regrets, but he regretted so much not confessing to you what was deep in his heart.

Levi had never been in love before, he didn't understand it much and heard how it had made people act and feel. He'd watched scouts fall in love. He'd seen how Mikasa and Eren were. Levi knew he was in love with you, you were everything to him and he wished you were right by his side. He wanted to plan for the future.

Healing in the hospital was hard for him, he was left with visions of those he lost and regrets linked to you. Soon the pain left him and an emptiness was left behind, the only thing that perked him up was seeing the cadets working on a better future.

"Captain?"

He blinked a few times before looking over at the nurse. "Yes?"

She smiled softly. "I know you've had this room by yourself, but we have a new patient who's going into recovery. She'll be sharing a room with you, is that okay?"

Levi nodded. "Sure."

"Don't worry, she's a sweet thing. She's a soldier too, so maybe you might know her."

"Maybe." He picked up his book and read a few pages as the bed was wheeled in. He tried not to listen in to them chatting with the patient, but he hoped the talking would end soon so he could have peace and quiet.

"Levi?"

His eyes widened at the familiar gentle voice. He slowly looked over at the bed next to him to see you sitting up in bed wrapped up in bandages to protect burns. Tears filled his eyes, he felt like he was dreaming, he had to be dreaming for you to be alive and right next to him.

"It is you!"

There was that bright cute smile of yours. Even though you were badly wounded, you were still able to smile so perfectly for him. He was speechless, he didn't know what to say to you and it made you laugh cutely. All Levi could do was blush hard as tears ran down his cheeks.

You carefully slipped out of bed and limped over to him. "I know it's not a field of flowers I promised." You looked around the room and pointed to the vase on his table. "There's the flower I guess." You looked out the window and hummed. "I guess that's a field out there?"

Levi reached over and held your hand before softly saying your name. "I love you."

You felt your cheeks heat up at those words you longed for. You locked eyes with Levi as your heart raced. "Levi, do you mean it?"

"I do. I should have said it to you sooner."

You sat on his bed and smiled. "I..." You rubbed your tears and laughed. "I love you too." You tapped your forehead against his shoulder. "I thought this day would never come." You squeezed his hand. "I'm glad it did."

"Me too." He called your name. "May I kiss you?"

You lifted your head as you softly whined. "Please do."

He cupped your face with his right hand. He hesitated for a moment before capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. Butterflies fluttered inside of you both, your hearts throbbing with happiness. He bit your lip a little and shyly flicked his tongue against you, he worried you'd reject him, but you parted your lips and accepted a passionate kiss.

You pulled back and panted a moment. "Mm."

Levi cleared his throat. "I hope that wasn't disappointing."

You hummed a laugh. "It was better than I dreamed of. You're incredible."

"You're the incredible one." He shook his head. "I can't believe you're alive."

"I can't either. It might seem weird or silly, but I swear I saw Erwin when I was close to death. He protected me, that or I imagined things."

Levi pulled you closer. "I saw them all too, every single one of them when it was over. I think you saw Erwin."

You released a long sigh. "One last goodbye."

"Yeah." He squeezed you. "So, we're healing buddies now."

"Yeah, mine are all burns."

"I've fucked up my leg...do you still love me?"

You locked eyes with Levi. "Always. Do you still love me with all my scars?"

He smiled. "Absolutely."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza @hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously @dreamerofthewest @abiatackerman @minminroie

[aritsukemo]

Love at First Stitch | Sakura Haruka

( @nursedflowers / @maruflix )

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Author has not read the manga so character may be a bit ( or very ) ooc. You have been warned!

A/N: RAHHHH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT ON CHRISTMAS!!! 😞 THIS IS LIKE TWO DAYS LATE BUT HERE'S MY SECOND GIFT TO YA'LL, HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY THIS!! <33

Event: Relationship Points Event

The act of violence was always the same for Sakura.

He'd be going about his day like normal, and whether it'd be someone who took offense to his mismatched appearance, grew irked by him baring his fangs at their uttered insults or hate-filled glares, or were simply dumb enough to see him as some weak scrub they could pick at, he'd eventually get into some kind of altercation. It'd always end the same with him coming out as the bloody victor, but there were times where he'd end up being stained with his own blood along with his enemies'.

Though, now times are different. Now when he walks the streets, he's graced with smiles he still doesn't understand why he deserves. He gets trampled, but not under the weight of peoples' feet, but instead their endless gifts and praise. And now, when he gets into fights—when he sprays someone's blood against his white tee and gets his blood sprayed across his oppenents' outfit ( or outfits ) in turn—he earns the annoying sentimentality of the strangers he accidentally, and completely unintentionally, saves.

"What do you think you're doing?!" The gnarly yell of the two-toned male earned the stares of many townsfolk going about their day. At the sound, they pause and look up, but the sight they're met with is as endearing as it was comical. The sight of which being Sakura being dragged along by the arm by the one he saved; you.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Making a cake?" And with that, you burst through the doors of your family's shop, the familiar knocking of the glass chimes signaling your arrival to all that were there—which happened to be no one seeming as the shop doesn't open today.

After flicking the lights on and sitting him down at one of the booths, Sakura's mouth falls open to continue his fit of screams again only for it to fall close when you suddenly point his way.

"Stay," Was all you said before you walked off and disappeared up the stairs spiraling in the corner of the room, leaving him to do whatever he wanted—trusting in him that he wouldn't run amok in the short time it'll take to get whatever you were getting.

You were such a weirdo, he thought. To wholeheartedly trust a delinquent such as himself despite just watching him beat up a group of guys. Bofurin jacket or not, you shoulda ran as soon as the first guy had went flying.

Then again, you weren't the first weirdo he's encountered since he's arrived here. In fact, this town is full of people just like you who touch him in ways that don't bring pain, look at him in ways that're light and full of glee, and talk to him in ways that don't have him grimacing and boiling with anger.

And the worst part about it is that no one ever notices their weird behavior no matter what he does or says! It's honestly made him feel as if he's stuck in some endless fever dream! Though, it does feel nice.

"Alright. It's not the best in the world..and some of the stuff in here may be expired by a decade or two..but I found the shop's first aid kit," Hearing your voice made it dawn on him that he hadn't moved from the booth. He still sat, legs sprawled and spread along the cushion like an obedient mutt. It surprised him. Typically, when someone would bark at him to go right he'd go left just for the fact he was demanded to do so. He doesn't listen to those weaker than him, so why has he now all of a sudden?

That question lingered in his brain like a bad coffee stain even when you emerged from the stairwell with a first aid kit in hand and walked up to him.

He jumps when you crouch down, his face immediately hardening like a stone mask as he throws his now balled fists into the air. You pause, staring up at him as if he had grown a second head for a while before asking, "Uh..what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" He shoots out and it looks as if no matter what you say will get you out of the deck in the face you're likely to receive.

But you don't move. You don't flinch away. You don't glare or snap. You simply stare, and that confuses Sakura more than anything else.

"I'm..going to bandage your wound? ..Wasn't that obvious?" You slowly say, your words coming out more as a question than a statement. You reach your hand out to him in a slow, cautious manner—as if you were reaching out to a startled animal—until you're finally able to encircle his fist in your grasp.

He thinks, for a moment, that you were planning something nefarious. Maybe something like making him lower his fist so that you had a clear shot to punch him square in the face. With that in mind, he forces his body to tense, making it impossible for you to do anything. And, instead of going on the offensive like he assumed you would, you simply sigh.

"Stop. You're making things worse," He feels you tap his hand with your finger and it's only then that he takes the risk of breaking his gaze away from yours. Upon doing so, red fills his vision. Deep red. A color that has only brought searing, sharp and unbearably numb pain in its wake no matter the situation. It was a distinct, unforgettable shade that he had been forced to grow accustomed to unlike most his age.

It was blood. He was bleeding, and that blood was dripping down his arm. It stained his skin and the sleeve of his jacket, though the latter wasn't as noticeable due to the dark color of the leather. His gaze falls back on you after that, and whether it was due to a delayed reaction of pain or the surprise he felt at the sight of your suddenly stern gaze, his body suddenly went lax—or at least, lax enough that you were finally able to pry his hand open.

..And when you did, you immediately winced. To put things simply, his hand looked like a crime scene. It looked like some sorta gory murder had taken place right on his palm. You couldn't even see where the cut was as everything had seemed to blend together as one big pool of crimson. It honestly made you want to hurl.

But, despite the growing nausea, you tucked your lip and got to work.

Sakura watched with an almost unnerving gaze as you gently work at his hand. Despite the brash front you displayed, your fingertips trembled and twitched which made the strokes you made at his bloodied skin with the rag short and fleeting. As time went on, you grew to tolerate the sight more which made your movements slightly more comfortable and instinctively rougher for a time only to grow soft and withdrawn once again at the sharp cuts his winces made in the air. It honestly felt as if you had strapped him to a rollercoaster that only had steep heights and deep drops.

Despite that, though, it was still softer than any punch or kick or bite he had ever experienced, and to that, he didn't know what to do. He was completely frozen by trepidation, unable to move or speak until you finally released his hand—which had now been warmed by the soft, white bandages you had wrapped around it—from your grasp.

"There, it's done. How does it feel—? A- Are the bandages too tight?" You stumbled over your words and it was at that point your mask had been thoroughly cracked and peeled away to reveal the plush stuffing underneath. You gazed up at him, but it wasn't with the same tigress narrow. No, he handled that much better than how you were staring at him now; like some kitten who was awaiting praise after retrieving a gift for their owner.

And so, unable to handle such a delicate sight, he did the only reasonable thing he could think of to do; bolt to safety. In a flash, he was gone. Leaving nothing but the remnants of his loud, stuttering goodbye to hang in the air. He didn't even thank you for your good deed.

But you didn't mind. Breathing another sigh, you found yourself becoming overwhelmed by embarrassment at the feeling of your cheeks and ears being unbearably warm and slightly tingly.

You were blushing. It was spread all over your face, you could feel it. But why? You suppose you could pose the same question at the fact that your heart was racing a mile a minute. You also guess that you could ask that same question after realizing how clammy your hands are..

You had just met, surely this reaction wasn't because of that guy, right? It couldn't have been. You weren't some hopeless romantic who found every little interaction with someone as some kinda romantic innuendo. No, no, you know yourself. You weren't at all close to being that delusional.

In the end, your many repeating questions were left unanswered as the ring of your savior's voice began to fade form your mind. It left a hole in it's place, one that made you want to fill it again—made you yearn to hear his voice once again—and it drove you crazy.

Ugh! Now you wished he would've stayed! Just a bit longer...y'know, just to properly thank him for saving you and maybe get to know him a little.. ( And possibly get his number.. )

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[n3ptoonz]

Hi I’m a bit embarrassed to say this lol, that’s why I’m anonymous. Can you please write headcanons for Bi Han, Liu Lang, Geras, Tomas and Raiden with someone who uh, really really likes to suck their cockk 🫣

😳

i sure as hell can anon🫦

Sub-Zero

knowing bi han stubborn ass he's gonna claim it gets in the way whenever you ask more often than not, but as soon as he picks up on your fixation...you can literally do no wrong

most times he takes control, other times the dome is so overwhelmingly good he grunts constantly and gets lightheaded, but don't tell nobody 🤫

you'd be surprised with the amount of praise he gives you. it would even go to point of him noticing differences and similarities between present and past with how skilled you were. leave it up to him to make everything into fighting terms (he doesn't know how to express his emotions give him a moment😹)

Liu Kang

at a loss for words tbh. he knew you loved getting intimate with him but specifically giving him oral caught him off guard. this is only bc he's used to being dominant and making sure your pleasure comes first that he's like woah, you're quite eager there 😲

he wouldn't be one to deny you though. in a way he's still prioritizing your pleasure since you are indeed receiving it from giving him head, and was not one to ever complain!

he's not one to have or show his ego, but damn, the lewd sounds that come from your mouth and the sight of you clearly enjoying yourself does make him feel like the luckiest god there is. to have you all to himself in this portion of his lifetime is the absolute highlight and he'll never forget it

Geras

ik geras isn't some giant monster man but he absolutely has a giant monster co-

you can barely even reach past the middle, and you want to keep doing that? okay, he thinks, by all means do what makes you both happy in the end

secretly worried for your jaws and sometimes your throat. he's gonna keep asking if you're okay and would prob be very confused/concerned if tears started falling from trying to take all of him. you gotta explain it's all part of the process and you enjoy it. he might not ever understand everything about mortals, but he sure loves the pleasure while he learns

Smoke

i 1000% believe that tomas is super sensitive around his dick. like, regular sex is already one thing. but...superb head from you? he MIGHT just die

theoretically speaking you wouldn't be able to pin him down while you suck him off but a girl can dream, let's throw logic out the window real quick. he'd lose his fucking mind and start muttering praises in czech

he does prefer to pleasure you BUT who would he be to say no to you?? he gets bomb head on a regular basis and a hot partner to do it. he wouldn't even have time to ask you for it because you keep telling him you will/you want to. if you really bout it, you'll discover he'd definitely be into getting oral in a secluded public space like the bathroom or training room

Raiden

like i always say, he may come off as a shy cutie (which he is) BUT when that dark side comes out it's over

i feel like he's a switch. so, whenever you ask if you can do a lil vacuum action it always starts the same way, but never ends the same way

it starts with him shyly agreeing letting you do your thing then bam, he either starts pushing your head down more and makes you go at the pace he wants OR you're just too good and make him squirm, buck, whine, and tremble. it's always a gamble but hey, i like these odds, don't you? you two equally go back and forth with pleasuring each other and he even worries he'd get selfish but like who cares mf im tryna hear you 😮‍💨

[zigrethsnotebook]

Hi!! I have to say that I suspect that your fics inspire me to some ideas. Eheh, it turns out that this happens. I have a request, I hope you like it. Girl-Reader and Ford. The reader is quite withdrawn, she is not afraid of people, she just does not like when there are many of them. She spends a lot of time outdoors with a guitar and… sings to all sorts of cryptids and mythical creatures. She is not interested in them from a scientific point of view, she treats them as something ordinary. She is not afraid of Gobblewonker, playdopuses, griffins and so on, and these cryptids themselves over time begin to behave quite peacefully and calmly near her. The reader is a bit of a Cryptid Whisperer)) She does not care at all, she just likes to sing in nature, the company of all sorts of creatures does not bother her. And at some point Ford notices that the girl is trying to stay away from people and closer to the forest. And when he sees the Reader singing for Gobblewonker, he wonders if she is a cryptid too? Or a half-breed? Are there half-breeds? And he starts following her, taking notes and simply falling in love. And the Reader starts noticing him often and doesn't understand why he is following her? This continues until one day she just calls him closer to her, since he is here anyway, it is better to sit on a blanket and not in the bushes, right? And that's how they get to know each other. I wrote a lot again, although the idea itself is stupidly simple, I really apologize for this! I hope you like the request) have a good time of day and inspiration to you!

oh my god, this is such a cute idea, i love it a lot actually!!

Are you a Siren?

Ford x Reader

words: 2,430

tags: sfw, fluff

The sun was shining through your window as you woke up, immediately lifting your mood, even before getting up. You knew it was going to be a good day with weather like that. In a couple of practised movements you got dressed and made yourself breakfast.

Work was equally great, surprisingly. You worked as a waitress in the local diner which means you have to interact with customers every day. And some of those people just love to be difficult. Not today though. It was just the regulars and everyone was in an equally good mood because the weather had finally cleared again.

The last week had been nothing but rain and thunder so basically the entire town was outside today, soaking in the sun. It was nice. But, as always, the longer your workday went on, the more exhausted you felt from having to talk to people and put on a smile for them.

When your shift was finally over you quickly got home to dress more casually and then went out into the woods. You took a thick blanket to sit on, because the ground would surely still be wet. You also brought your guitar.

When you found a nice spot on a little clearing, far away from the troubles of the towns-people, you spread your blanket and sat down, leaning your back against a tree.

You basked in the sunlight for a few moments. Soon, some little critters jumped out of the woods onto the clearing, sniffing in your direction and ever so carefully moving closer to you. You didn’t see them at first with your eyes closed and your face turned upwards.

You only noticed when one of them sniffed your hand and you could actually feel the air move against it. It wasn't too surprising though, you had come to this place many times and most of the woodland creatures knew your scent by now.

Without moving your hand away you opened your eyes to look at the animal. It was a Beard Cub with two more close behind it. You smiled and turned your hand around. "Aw, are you looking for some after shave? Sorry, I don't have any with me."

At that the Cub turned and scuttled away from you, the other two following close behind. You chuckled at the sight, those creatures always looked so silly. After another moment you decided it was time for your guitar. You pulled it into your lap and began tuning it.

When you decided that the chord sounded good, you started on a simple melody, something that would warm your vocal cords up.

Watch the sunrise along the coast As we're both getting old I can't describe what I'm feeling And all I know is we're going home So, please don't let me go Don't let me go And if it's right, I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay All I know is you're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

During that first verse you heard some twigs crack behind you. You didn’t look though, you knew the creature doesn't like being looked at.

Watch the sunrise as we're getting old, oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh I wish I could live through every memory again Just one more time before we float off in the wind And all the time we spent waiting for the light to take us in Have been the greatest moments of my life

As you sang, more and more creatures poked their heads out of the forest, looking for the source of the music. You spotted a big creature that looked like some sort of goblin or something. In another corner, you saw a little plaid coloured platypus. You smiled.

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay You're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh

By the time you finished the song, many creatures had gathered around you at varying distances. The big Goblin-like thing stayed furthest away. Maybe because it knows that the others are afraid of it.

You looked around and spotted something that looked like a mix between a Leprechaun and a unicorn. A little more to the left you saw a few fairies sitting on a few mushrooms and quietly throwing up for some reason. If they didn’t like your singing they could just fly away, right?

"What do you say, guys? Do you want me to sing another song?" Most of the creatures made some kind of noise of agreement and you went back to it, placing your fingers on the strings and singing another song.

You'll fall asleep with your head on the grass And your eyes so heavy, they'll weigh you down when you laugh You ran to me and said, "Baby, I can't rest" I told you no one in this world has either, we're blessed

As you sang you continued to look around, the creatures had by now more or less become your friends. You knew they liked you or they wouldn't flock to you like this. All of them sat or laid on the ground, their eyes closed and smiles on their faces. At least all of the ones that could smile.

I know you struggle to see it sometimes And you struggle to sleep at night But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh You lay and stare at the wall Enough troubles to trouble us all But just know I'm feelin' it too, ooh

Here and there you caught one of the creatures fall asleep to the sound of your voice. You didn’t blame them, it was the perfect day for a nap in the woods to some live music.

I was wonderin' if you'd like to come inside And sit with me so I don't die I love you so and I'll never let you go And may the Lord be with you no matter where you go

You let your gaze wander around the clearing again. You spotted some Gnomes scattered between the other creatures, some of them were laying on their stomach and kicking their feet. You also spotted some weirdly shaped ducks, a winged octopus sitting in a tree, the man who's been following you and the beard cubs again.

I know you struggle to see it sometimes And you struggle to sleep at night But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh You lay and stare at the wall Enough troubles to trouble us all But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh I'm feelin' it too, ooh

You took a deep breath after you finished the song and heard some of the Gnomes applauding softly. You thanked them quietly, not wanting to wake the creatures that had fallen asleep.

Your gaze landed on that man again. The one who's been following you? Yeah. Somehow, he always found you when you decided to relax in the forest. You didn’t mind all that much anymore, but you used to. The first few times had really freaked you out.

You had been scared to go home as much as you were scared to stay. These creatures would never hurt you, you knew that much. But a random man? Way scarier.

But he never did anything. Always kept away from you, never leaving the treeline when you sat in the clearing. He never said anything, never made any sudden movements. The first few times, he left before you did. Once, you left first. You could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest.

By that time you had more or less accepted him as one of the creatures, but having to go before him made all your worries bubble up again. You were convinced he'd follow you home. But he didn’t. Didn’t even get up at all. He just sat there and watched you leave. Somehow, that had eased your worries a little.

When you sang, he held the same expression as all the creatures did. Just pure bliss and contentment. You even caught him dozing off once. It was actually kind of cute, with his glasses all crooked, almost falling off of his face.

Right now though? He was scribbling something in his notebook again. It was a big red one that he always carried with him when he was here. Sometimes you wondered what he was writing in it. It had to be almost full by this point.

Today, you were in such a good mood that you decided to finally talk to him. He was a regular human guy after all! At least as far as you could tell. And if he actually was another creature of the forest? Even better.

"Hey, Mister. You don't need to hide from me, you know that, right?" You looked directly at him so that when he looked up and found your gaze on him, he jumped back slightly. It made you chuckle. Did he really think you hadn't noticed him?

"Why don't you sit with me and show me what you've been writing in that notebook of yours all this time?" His eyes widened in excitement. He got up and took a step closer to you but then halted abruptly. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just... Are you a Siren?"

You leaned your head to the side and looked at him in confusion. "What?" The question came out as a chuckle, because you found his worry a little ridiculous.

He looked around awkwardly and swallowed thickly. "If you are then I would put myself in grave danger getting closer to you." You chuckled some more. "I'm not a siren." He went to take another step and then retracted his leg again.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Now this was just getting ridiculous. "Well, if I was a Siren, why wouldn't I just sing a song and compel you to come over here?" Surely, he couldn't argue against that.

"Is that not what you've been doing?" You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What makes you say that?" The man played with the edges of his book a little, thinking his words over.

"I... About two months ago I was sitting outside on my porch when I heard the most beautiful voice echoing through the forest. Naturally, I wanted to find the source and there you were. In the same spot you're in now."

He gestured towards you as he said that. "I wanted to approach you further right then but I managed to stop myself and instead tried to study you." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Study you? You weren't that interesting.

"I've been trying to figure out whether or not you're a siren since that first day but I just can't figure it out. You draw all these creatures, me included, in with your song. I mean, look at the Gremloblin over there." He pointed at the big goblin-like creature.

"I have never seen him this relaxed. He almost killed my research assistant once." The man turned back to you with a sigh. "I just don't know. I don't understand you at all. Because. If you aren't a siren, then how are we all so drawn in by you and why do you have such an incredible effect on everyone?"

He looked so distraught and you couldn't help but smile at him again. "I guess you just really underestimate the power of music." His eyes locked with yours and you patted the blanket next to you. "Come on. I won't bite. I promise."

Hesitantly, he walked over to you and sat down next to you on the blanket. You leaned over your guitar and pointed at his notebook. "Aren't you gonna show me?"

The poor man's face flushed a bright red at the request. "I-I... I don't think that would be a good idea." He tried to move the book away from you and you pouted at him. "Show me, or I'll never sing in this forest again."

That got quite the rise out of a lot of the creatures surrounding you both. You even heard one of the Gnomes shout: "Just show her your damn drawings you idiot!" You chuckled at the reaction. They really enjoyed having you here, huh?

He swallowed and slowly opened it up. It was page after page of drawings of you with your guitar. On some there was some text.

Siren? Calming Siren? Is there such a thing as a Siren that doesn't hunt but just sings for the sake of singing? - Heavens, she is beautiful. - Her voice is angelic. - Is the risk of dying at the hand of a siren really worth it? Well, if I get to see and hear her one more time, then yes.

You blushed a bright crimson at all the drawings and compliments that were scattered on the pages. After a moment you looked up at him again to find his cheeks equally red.

"Oh my god." You breathed the words, your voice not quite with you. A panic went through the man. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you... o-or be weird or anything. I-I honestly didn’t think you'd ever see this. And if you're really not- Oh, no. You are just a normal human aren't you? Oh, Lord. I am so sorry. This must be so strange-"

You put a hand on his shoulder, which immediately shut him up, looking at you with wide eyes. "I am... flattered. Those drawings are really pretty. And I am... happy... that you enjoy listening to my singing so much."

The man looked like he was about ready to cry from embarrassment. You smirked at him. "It would have been a lot easier to just ask me out though." The guy cringed at being called out like that and you just laughed and leaned back against the tree.

It took you singing a whole song before you realized that you never introduced yourself to the man. You did and he told you his name was Stanford Pines. You could have sworn you saw a Stanford Pines in the diner a couple of times, but that guy looked nothing like him.

Either way, after a little more time spent singing and relaxing together, he managed to actually ask you out on a date. You gladly accepted. This was going to be quite something to tell Lazy Susan tomorrow.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

riffing off socially awkward deeply anxious König, do you think he would do better digitally? chatting with someone he met online or someone who streams an obscure game? you have a lovely relationship with him and then before you meet in person he's like so. i'm. very. awkward. as a real person. i might not. talk a lot. you'll be carrying the conversation, don't take it personally. you have a captive audience for ANY topic. anything. you want. and why is it going to be a/b/o's spn origins

Okay yes this absolutely. I can totally write something for that. I hope this story suffices!

Now, I have no idea what you mean by the omegaverse, but I could try making an omegaverse!König if you’d like. I do not understand by spn omegaverse origins. Please feel free to either respond here or ask in my inbox. It should be open??? Tell me if it isn’t.

Anyways, onto the story! More below the cut.

König Prefers Quiet Time

König is a voracious reader, so he’s rather verbose and eloquent when online. His messages are witty, insightful, yet practical and grounded. He’s quick to become your best online friend. After all, he’s so well-spoken! He writes beautiful paragraphs that are easy and amusing to read. It’s rare to find such a delightful person online.

And he’s so quick to win over your heart. Whenever he can be, he there’s for you. He’ll take pictures and videos of sights on deployment or jot down little stories to tell you when he can. Sometimes he can drop off the face of the earth, but he’ll be back online soon enough and messaging you about how his latest mission went and what he did (within reason, can’t give away secrets).

Every time he comes back online, you know you’re in for a good time. Whether it’s him complaining about teammates, or having to argue about directions with a local, he’s got fantastic (yet terribly awkward) stories about his days. He always says he’s so shy and hates social situations, and sure he sometimes sounds a bit strange when he recounts the stories, but they're so fun that you don't really take in how it would look from an outside perspective. Sure, he sounds a bit dorky in these stories, but still so eloquent! He’s got this little way of describing things with abstract metaphors that make you smile and wish you were there by his side.

It took a lot to convince him to have a relationship with you. It’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s that you ask to meet up in person. He tells you that he’s happy to meet you, but then why does he suddenly have more missions? He’s so punctual, but he missed his flight? When he goes on about having a stubbed toe, you have to put your foot down. You want to see him, and that’s final.

Begrudgingly, he books a vacation with you.

When you go to pick him up from the airport, the first thing that stands out about him is how tall he is. Then how big. You didn’t think they made people in that size. This guy has Shaquille O’Neil running for his money. Like, how? And then you realize that he’s crouching down to make himself look smaller. It’s insanity. At the very least, he’s easy to pick out in a crowd, what with his hood and all. You do worry about him fitting in the car, though.

So you go up to him, and then he sees you and he looks nothing but elated. It’s a beautiful moment between you two. In that hectic airport, with people calling in many languages and bags squeaking and the cars outside honking and revving their engines, it’s perfectly silent and beautiful. It’s a wonderful moment that you think you’ll cherish until you die.

The next moment is where it all falls apart.

He accidentally drops his bag and it spills everywhere. He scrambles to pick it up and he keeps looking around with wide eyes of terror so you take pity on the poor lad and lean down to help. He then promptly stands up and cracks the crown of his head against your nose and now your nose is bleeding and oh no he dropped his bag again and now he’s apologizing and then he’s rushing to the bathroom and you’re left with the realization that you fell in love with an absolute mess. 

By the time he’s back, your nose has stopped bleeding and you’re packing his belongings back into his pack. He tries to silently offer you tissues, so you take them and wipe your nose tenderly, but when you make a joke about it he doesn’t say anything. Odd, but maybe he’s just a bit frazzled.

You’re driving back home when he finally says his first words to you besides ‘hi’, ‘sorry’ and ‘oh no’.

“Thank you,” he says as he stares at the road ahead.

“What, for the drive?” you laugh, “it’s no problem! I mean, it’s not too bad. It’s about an hour’s drive, but I’m fine with that!”

König says nothing, just nods as you speak. You’re starting to worry that you picked up the wrong person. Where was the confident and friendly man you spoke to online? Where was his friendly joking? At least you now understand his awkward and amusing stories he told you, because even though you love him, you can’t help but feel terribly awkward. If he’s this bad with you, you can only imagine how bad it is with others.

You were prepared for someone who was going to talk your ear off, but you felt like you just picked up a skinwalker instead. Was he even blinking? You can’t tell. He looks shell-shocked as he gazes off into the distance.

“So, um, how was the flight?” you ask with a wide smile.

“Gut.”

Anything more? No? Nothing more. Well, that’s helpful.

“Did they give you anything to eat on the flight? Are you hungry?” you ask, hoping to pry more than a couple words out of him.

“I ate,” he says quietly.

You nod and bite your lip. So this is what it was going to be like?

You take him into your home. For the entire night he refuses to take a step outside.

By the time noon rolls around the next day, you decide to take the initiative and knock on his door.

“Hey, König?” you call.

You get a hum from behind the door.

“Can I come in?” you ask nervously.

There’s a pause, then a hiss and a curse, then the door opens.

“Thanks,” you whisper as you squeeze by him, but he doesn't move to let you in any easier.

König sits delicately on the edge of the bed while you sit on a stool across from him. You look at each other for a few moments before you crack.

“Am I… Am I not what you thought I’d be?” you ask nervously.

König tilts his head as he narrows his eyebrows.

“I mean, just…” you sigh, “you talked so much online, but you’ve barely said a word since I picked you up from the airport. Are you okay? Is there something wrong?”

You hesitate for a moment, before you tack on, “Is there something wrong with us?”

König’s eyes slowly widen before he shakes his head quickly, the fabric swinging like a dog shaking after a dip in a lake.

“Nein, you are…” he gestures towards you with one hand, “you are perfect. It’s just… Ah…”

You brace yourself.

“I am not good at talking,” he admits.

You deflate. That’s it? He’s not good at talking?

“But you’re fine online,” you point out.

“Ja, but this is… It is different,” he sighs, “I am not good at talking to people in person. It is.. Scary. I do not like to talk much.”

You nod as you listen carefully.

“So…” you rub your thumb over your kneecap, “would you like me to do most of the talking for us? Would that make things easier for you?”

König nodded quickly.

You laugh as you feel your shoulders relax.

“Great. I think I can do that.”

From then on, the visit is wonderful. Now that you know that König just isn’t great at talking in person, it’s a delight to talk to him. Sometimes you think you talk at him, but you realize pretty quickly that he’s listening attentively to everything you say. He’s a delight to speak to. If you ever lose your train of thought, he’s quick to help you get it back so he can listen to you further.

You realize pretty quickly that he worries too much. When you take him out to places, he’s nervous and flighty. The louder and more chaotic, the worse his social anxiety gets. As such, you find yourself going to more quiet areas. You chill and relax in quiet cafes, go to the aquarium at night, even play some games at a board game cafe in the middle of the day, when there’s nobody else there.

He’s a friendly man, all things considered. You also quickly learn the basis of his awkward stories.

You’re at a grocery store when you see it in action.

“Oh my God you’re so tall!” a woman looks up at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

König barely turns to acknowledge her, but he gives her a curt nod.

“Can you, like, help me with something?” she asks eagerly.

König looks down at you, then back to the woman.

“What is it?” his voice is sharply cold, and you can see the woman wince.

“Well, um, there’s this thing on the top shelves, and I was hoping you could get it for me?” she says, a bit nervously.

“What is it?” he’s somehow worse than last time.

“Um, uh, I can show it to you?” she offers meekly.

“I need to know what it is,” König practically tears her head off with how brutal he sounds.

You grab his hand and squeeze slightly, but it seems like it’s all going downhill too quickly.

“It’s-”

König turns to face her abruptly and she’s stumbling back before scurrying off. König watches her go, then turns to you.

“Why did she go?” he asks innocently. You can hardly believe him.

“König…” you start slowly, “is that how you usually speak to strangers?”

He thinks for a moment, then nods.

“König I think I know why you think people hate you.”

König’s eyebrows raise up for a moment, “You do?”

You nod, and give him a brief explanation. You can see his brain doing somersaults in his head, practically melting out his ears as his entire world view is shattered before him. Before he can respond properly, the woman is coming back with security in tow.

It’s no wonder König has so many interesting awkward stories.

[meowssmer]

Summer Encroaches

caleb x mc | caleb x reader

Takes place in their childhood, before the entire main story. Caleb takes you deep into the forest near your home to show you something.

Fluff and angst, mentions of Caleb being mc's older brother so if you're uncomfortable with that please don't read.

He was always sparkling. Broken sunlight shattered by the green leaves pouring against his purple eyes. "Come here!" He'd wave you over deeper into the forest. Beckoning you as a drifting voice, floating farther and farther away. You'd follow the sound of his footsteps. He was always so difficult to follow, your older brother, always so far ahead. His life full of possibility and promises, you in comparison, felt worthless next to him. Yet, time and time again, he handed you things you didn't deserve: a hair tie, some candy, answers to your homework, a ribbon, his love.

You don't tell him because you're embarrassed by it, but you've kept everything he's given you in a small jar hidden in the back of your closet. A part of you thinks he already knows, but a lack of admission speaks louder than anything you could possibly confess.

Finally, you reach him with clunky steps and your panting breath. Quickly, he hushes you. His grin is huge and his eyes are squinting to make room for his smile. You're thrilled to see him like this. You hope you're the only one in the whole world that'll ever see him like this. Though you know it's not possible. He'll grow older. It's a truth that haunts you.

He points upwards to the trees blocking the Sun. At first, you don't understand. You're too busy admiring the swinging branches and the sound of the rustling wind. It smells like an endless summer. Caleb notices your unfocused gaze. "It's on your right." he whispers in your ear. You blush with how close he is and whip your head to avoid his observant gaze.

A bird flies into your sight. There's a dash of blue, but it's mainly made of black and white feathers. You blink. "It's a magpie!" he exclaims. He's so excited by the sight you almost feel guilty for not caring.

"They're pretty common, Caleb." you reply, monotone.

"Yeah, but this one is special." his eyes are glimmering. He looks so endearing like this. You can't help but to fall victim to his joy and play along with him.

"Yeah? Why?" you ask not really expecting a genuine answer. He doesn't answer you, he simply gives a tight lipped smile. Suddenly, you're annoyed again, but he urges you to look up once again. There's two of them now. Fluttering together in a dance. The Sun captures the brilliant blue every couple of seconds as they fly around each other. They look like pulsing stars.

"I wanna fly like that." Caleb confesses.

Dread stretches into your heart like a shadow. "You... want to fly? Become a pilot?" It's difficult to get the words out.

"Yeah," He looks over to you again. "I want to fly far, far away and see the whole world." He doesn't admit it, but he doesn't need to. What he really meant to say was: "I want to be free."

You feel like a rock plummeting into black water. Your body is heavier, your words hold a weight, you have to claw your voice out of your throat. "But I don't know how to fly."

Caleb looks shocked for a second, but soon begins laughing. You stare at him in disbelief. The dancing blue lights with black fluttering wings serve as both of yours foreground, forgotten. Your eyes tear up. "It's not funny!" You don't mean to scream, you don't mean to scare the stars away or quiet the forest, but the anger in you bursts.

There's a nervous tension now as his eyes grow concerned and the tears in your eyes fall towards the ground. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he's panicking "you don't need to know how to fly." he gently pushes the tears off your cheeks "I'll take you everywhere. I'll be your wings. I'm sorry for laughing... I just... I would never imagine a world without you."

"You promise?" You force your eyes up to him, not realizing you've been looking down in shame the entire time. He looks pained. His irises look more like puddles. You can't help but feel pride over how much you've hurt him. Only I can give him this pain, you think.

"Of course I do." his smile never reaches his eyes. "Because I..." he wavers.

"Hm? I didn't hear you." You wipe your snot off with the back of your hand.

"Ah! Don't do that! You know I have tissues!"

"But this is just so much easier! Plus, you were talking and my nose was dripping. You told me to never interrupt when people are talking!"

"That's other people! You can always interrupt me! Especially when you need something."

"Well... I don't really need a tissue... look I can wipe it onto the grass."

"Now your hands are dirty! What if you get sick!"

"You can just feed me your snacks with your clean hands instead."

"Hah... ok... your good older brother will do everything for you. He'll fly you everywhere, feed you, and show you pretty things."

"Mhm. You promised!"

He sighs and shakes his head, "Silly girl." It's your turn to laugh at him, leftover snot dripping into your mouth. In a flash, he's wiping your nose with a tissue. You hold his hand after he's done and he leads you home, away from the two love birds' personal paradise.

“The feelings as soft as water,

the ecstatic moment unreal as a dream,

how can one have the heart to go back on the bridge made of magpies?”

[fourmoony]

hello, you could do something with Sirius by going to meet the reader's parents (Sirius was insecure about this), but he is welcomed and the reader's whole family seems to love him

thanks for requesting, sweetheart!! 847 words f!reader

this is short and thrown together worse than Sirius' cookies. sorry.

Sirius is crowded around your niece, boxing her in against the counter as she stands on her cooking stool. He'd been the only one left with enough energy to make cookies with her after dinner. It's sweet, the gentle tone he uses with her, the patience he has that allows her to do everything by herself. He doesn't balk when she spills all of the measured flour straight onto the counter, just hands her the bag with extra caution and tells her he'll tidy it up later, that mistakes happen.

They're in their own little world, unaware, or simply uncaring, of the eyes on them. You know a little about Sirius' past; his horrible family, his traumatic upbringing, how he never truly felt loved by anyone except his younger brother until he ran away and the Potters took him in. It would've been enough for you to assume the idea of doing such an activity, that requires such patience and acceptance of mess, would send Sirius spiralling. Except, he's embraced it openly, he was more than willing, and he seems to be truly enjoying himself.

In all the time you've known Sirius, you've known him to love loud and abrasive. He's jagged around the edges, a bright, shattered light of chaos and pure energy. He's over the top, loves too hard, is quick to anger. But with your niece, it's the first time you've ever seen Sirius quiet, soft. He's all gentle movements and murmured encouragements, and you like this version of him, but you find yourself waiting for your Sirius to return. The Sirius who can command a room with a single smile, whose laugh sounds more like a barking doberman, whose presence takes up every last drop of attention.

He'd been so nervous about meeting your family. Understandable, given his own upbringing. But, he never had any reason to worry. Not with the way your sister and mother watch him, black top and jeans covered in flower, dried egg white smeared across his cheek, and still, a wide smile across his lips every time your niece turns around, as if checking he's still there. Still encouraging her. He always is.

"You think you'll have one soon?" Your sister asks. There's a sly smirk on her face, as though the sight before you was purposefully designed to make you broody.

You answer with a shrug. You're not broody, but theres a glow to your heart with the idea of this being healing for Sirius. "Not sure. We've never spoken about it."

Your family don't know about Sirius' past, at his request. He'd wanted to earn their respect, not receive it through pity. You can't wait to tell him they respect him beyond what he could've ever imagined. He'll be so happy. He'd spent the whole way over fretting about whether he'd picked the right outfit, the right aftershave, what he should and shouldn't say. You didn't have the heart to tell him that your family, whether or not they'd met him before, already loved him, simply because of how happy he made you.

"You'd make cute babies." Your sister tilts her head to the side, very obviously ogling your boyfriend and you scoff.

"Subtle."

She shrugs, unfazed.

"I'm just saying. No man I've ever met has the patience for toddlers the way he does." She picks up her wine glass, takes a pointed sip, eyebrows raised.

"We'll see." You reply.

"He makes you happy. It's hard to watch your daughters grow up, navigate life and love," Your mother chips in, hands splayed out across the dining table, "It's hard to watch them fall, pick themselves back up, and fall again. Hard to watch them trust the wrong people. But I have no doubt that man would ever hurt you. He, perhaps, loves you more than anyone in this world."

It's a nice thought. The idea of Sirius loving you most. Your eyes find his, conversation coming to a halt as he lifts your niece out of her cooking stool and she toddles over to your sister.

The cookies are in the oven, and Sirius has gotten straight to the task of cleaning up. You join him, piling bowls and utensils into the dish washer whilst he wipes the copious amounts of spilled flour off of the counter.

"You think tonight went okay?" He asks, nervous eyes flicking to where your mother and Sister are fussing over your niece.

You lean across, lips pressed to the cracked egg white smudged across his cheek, "More than. They love you."

Your boyfriend breathes out in relief, "Thank god, because I have no idea how to make cookies and I need them to already like me when they taste them, in case they fail."

A startled laugh tumbles out of your lips and Sirius follows. Your Sirius, loudest laugh in the room, the man with the biggest heart you've ever known - even if it's bruised and battered.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, babe."

Sirius tsks, "You say that now, let's just wait and see if I give anyone salmonella."

[potassiumivy]

PLAYBOY. | jjk

❥ mdni. fic masterlist.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 005: POLARIS.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

YUUJI'S HEART WAS RACING on the way back to the dorms. everything happened way too fast back at the restaurant. right now, the five of you were cramped up in a crowded bus after bidding goodbye to the nice waitress.

"want me to sign your copy?"

the sentence was on repeat in his head, the events unfolding with meticulous detailing over and over again. not that he'll ever complain about it.

he could still feel the way your lips faintly brushed against his to ask the big question before nobara pulled you back from your tracksuit's hood, asking you to sign her arm instead. 

for the rest of the night he was stuck in a daze, looking absently at you commanding nobara to open her uniform's top buttons so you can sign your name on her tits as a better alternative.

he felt so confused. when he had met you earlier in the day, he thought your were dating fushiguro by the way you were openly showering him with affection. 

yuuji was still deep in thought when the bus stopped abruptly at their station.

"move it, loser." nobara called out, pulling him back to reality. "you're blocking the way," she sighed, shoving him aside before rudely pushing everyone else out of the way to get to the door.

yuuji's startled expression turned into a saddened one as you all made your way to the foot of the mountain. he chose to stay behind, silently observing your side profile when you talked to nobara in the front.

he wasn't insecure, but nobara's words earlier during their first mission made him a little self-conscious about his appearance. it was childish, it really was, and it didn't get to him back then. however, now that he was clearly thinking about it, maybe he really wasn't all that. he couldn't figure out your relationship with his classmate and the whole execution thing was slowly getting to him too. it was exhausting.

"a penny for your thoughts?" he looked up at the source of voice, seeing gojo walking by his side.  his head was slightly tilted to the side, his thumb curled under his blindfold. 

"thinking 'bout y/n?" at megumi's voice, yuuji's head turned back to the front, watching as his classmate had purposely slowed down his steps to listen to the their conversation. 

"yeah. yeah, i am." gojo wasn't surprised by yuuji's bluntness, but his heart dropped a little at the answer. he couldn't understand why since he had already anticipated this exact scenario.

megumi's silence encouraged him to explain more. "i was just— i don't know. i'm sorry. i figured you two might be together, so i'll back off. i just wanted to tell you the truth."

"we're not." yuuji's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected answer.

"huh?"

"we're not together." megumi confirmed again. "she's just... affectionate. i'm surprised you still believed we dated after the playboy thing." knowing that you weren't in a relationship reassured yuuji a little. he bit his lip to suppress a smile.

"can i make a move then?"nobara's comments clearly didn't matter anymore. maybe they never did to start with.

"so soon?" this time, it was gojo who interrupted. the said man didn't know why it stung. he tried to play it off as him meddling in his student's love life, but he knew he was lying to himself. he just prayed that megumi didn't find out anything. 

"yeah," yuuji immediately answered, "i don't know when i'll die, so might as well take every opportunity." 

he looked at the sky, spotting the pole star, polaris. he smiled softly. "though, it's a bit cruel that i met the person i grew feelings for the day after knowing i'll get executed."

he turned to gojo, and added, "i know that it's too soon, but it feels so right. it might just be love at first sight."

"love? didn't take you for a romantic." gojo mused. 

"well, i didn't fall in love with her yet, but i know that i will, you know what i mean? sensei?" he was desperately trying to get his point across. he wanted to illustrate the emotions he felt.

yuuji has a beautiful way with words. 

so beautiful that gojo felt it too.

"do whatever you want," megumi strarted, "but i have to tell you; she doesn't commit."

the warning didn't faze yuuji at all, he only smiled brighter.

"that's good."

he looked up at polaris again, before adverting his eyes to you. "i wouldn't want her to get too attached."

his eyes were too loving.

too loving for someone who knew the other for less than a day. 

*✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:    *✧･ﾟ:

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

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"c'mon pretty, don't pout like that." the man chuckled, wiping away your tears with his left hand. his right hand was slowly rubbing circles on your puffy clit, edging you for what felt like hours.

"kin—m'sorry. i'm sorry, kin, i swear i just forgot." you hiccuped and hakari almost felt bad for you. almost.

"awww, did you really?" he asked, putting a little more pressure.

you gasped, arching your back against his chest, and he stopped moving his hand completely. 

you sobbed out of frustration, before feeling the other end of the sofa shift slightly. turning towards the newcomer, you looked at them through your teary eyes and blurry vision, your hand reaching out to them, "kirara, please, tell him."

kirara watched in amusement, eyes glinting dangerously, calculating every twitch of your body. "don't be so hard on her, kin-chan." they motioned  for you to get closer, "let me show you how to treat such a pretty girl."

you crawled towards kirara, sitting on their lap. they fondled your tits, squeezing them slightly, before kissing them all over, all while their free hand found your entrance, slowly circling it before pushing in and out over and over again. 

you weren't really a moaner, just cute little gasps here and there, little kiraras and thank yous filling the air of the cold monitor room. "now, promise me you won't do that again." kirara spoke between kisses.

"i promise, i swear!" you cried out. "kin," you called out for hakari, "i swear i won't do it again." feeling him kiss your neck all over was enough insurance that he forgave you, and you turned your head slightly to kiss his lips.

kirara hit that sweet spot inside, and you came in no time, moaning softly in hakari's mouth. he kissed you one last time before sitting back, manspreading on the couch. 

he pulled you towards him, looking down at you. "why did you contact the sorcerers again?"

"i didn't. gojo called me."

"and? what did he say?"

"he told us to come back tomorrow. he made some negotiations with the higher-ups."

he scoffed at the news. "took him long enough, huh?"

kirara came closer to you two, laying their head on your shoulder, "why'd you go meet him today then? if we're going back tomorrow."

"he wanted to show me the two new first-years." you were fiddling with your necklace, the same one gojo gifted you. the same one on the playboy.

"he could've done that tomorrow too, no?"

"i think it's because one of them is sukuna's vessel." you voiced out. 

"makes sense." kirara said in boredom, swinging their legs.

a comfortable silence surrounded the three of you. 

"wait— wait, hold up. sukuna's vessel?"

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

next!!

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[esteemed-excellency]

@anomalouscorvid mentioned a daemon AU and I couldn't stop thinking about it:

Hiram's daemon is (of course) a grey korat cat. She's the embodiment of his curious and inquisitive nature, often on the move, ears swiveling and tail twitching even when he tries to appear calm and in control. Much more than him, she likes to experiment and interact directly with the world to understand it better.

Neither her nor Hiram are safe from random fits of hubris. What happens to daemons in the neath if they or their humans die? I have no idea but it's fun to imagine her either 1) ending up in the daemon version of the silent river, picked up by the scruff by a daemon boatman, or 2) despawning and respawning from dust, which would be a terrifying sight to behold.

Her eyes were green before the violant incident. She was sitting on Hiram desk, analysing the correspondence with him, when the sigils ignited and they both got burnt and blinded. They couldn't rely on each other to see or distinguish reality from memories and dreams anymore, they had to relearn to cooperate and coordinate each other all over again.

To avoid triggering and feeling each other's violant flashbacks and migraines all the time, they reluctantly decided to physically distance themselves. Separation was very painful at first, but they were both convinced it was a good call. (It wasn't. They also grew a bit detached in a weird way)

I'm halfway through the post and I just realised that spirifage in this AU is even more horrific than it already is in canon. You don't sell little impersonal bottles, you sell sentient animals that are also people. Your own sentient animal (who is also you) does that too. Hiram's daemon is a merciless little bastard.

Anyway the Deviless enters the scene. Hiram and his daemon are irremediably fucked up at this point, and they agree that severing their pain at the source is a good idea. As Hiram slowly begins to fall in love with the Deviless, the daemon finds her presence more and more comforting.

The abstraction is still consensual but much more painful than in fl, due to the traumatic nature of the intercision process.

After the abstraction Hiram and the daemon are both completely numb for a while and the distance between them increases. They both feel detached from each other and their surroundings, but while Hiram has his ambition goals to pursue, the daemon suddenly doesn't know what to do. Even though she legally belongs to the Deviless, her presence and her attentions are not so comforting anymore. In fact, the daemon feels absolutely nothing for her. The Deviless is a bit taken aback by the sudden lack of interest, but she's more worried about Hiram so the daemon leaves them.

Cue in a series of solo adventures: the daemon blends in with cats and tigers, in London and Parabola, while Hiram goes on his quest for the Marvellous. Everyone who meets them is concerned, horrified, and a bit frightened by the fact they're all by themselves.

Morgan immediately figures out that something is Very Wrong with Hiram as soon as they meet again.

The daemon's parabolan form is just like her regular cat form (she likes being herself) but her fur is scorched around the eyes (she doesn't like to be reminded of it). She helps the Duchess's front to fend off the fingerkings, though she steers clear from the Chessboard and the main battlegrounds. She doesn't like to feel the pull of the Red side.

At one point, she meets Hiram's parabolan double. They don't get along at all.

Everything's good, if not for the fact that the daemon, like Hiram, isn't immune to ennui, and sometimes she misses the Deviless. Maybe, just maybe, she liked her attentions very much.

During one Hallowmass, the daemon is found by a well-meaning Captain (@light-lost-logs) who returns her to Hiram. Their reunion is incredibly awkward, and it immediately triggers a cascade of flashbacks and migraines, while dust particles seem to pull them together. Terrified of rendering the intercision process null out of sheer vicinity, they both run to the Deviless for help, and with her guidance they sever their dust connection for good.

Exhausted but relieved, they talk things through and the daemon decides to settle at the Deviless' house (legally she still belongs to her).

With time, Hiram and the daemon manage to see each other again, but they don't like to be in close proximity for more than a few minutes and they always recoil if they touch.

[sailorshadzter]

For JonSa Asks - Jon died at the wall, Bran killed who he was to become the Three-Eyed-Raven, and Arya worships the God of Death. What if... when Lady was killed, Sansa began to see ghosts ala "Sixth Sense". So the ghosts are very obviously dead, but most don't know it, and yet they're also all willing and wanting to help her if she helps them. This would mean some of these ghosts provide her warnings and secrets she'd never know otherwise. Could you imagine if there were some old ghosts who were there to warn her who to trust in the Red Keep while she's a hostage?

okay okay okay

listen

this is my first piece back in... something like 5 months

so I'm rusty. very. but I happened upon my inbox and yours was the most recent ask i'd received. LISTEN!!!!!!!!!!!!! the way I LOVE this idea??? the way I wanna write multiple stories with this approach??? the way i probably will???

anyways. thank you. a lot.

i wrote a little something for this plot and I will most definitely be writing more for it, so if you want me to tag you I certainly will. hopefully you like what I did write !!

She sleeps, tossing and turning, but she sleeps all the same. 

Somewhere in her sleepy haze, she knows the morning call is soon to come, but she keeps her eyes shut, intent on catching a few extra minutes of sleep that she usually doesn’t allow herself. However, the door creaks open and she knows it must be Shae, come to ready her for another day of misery. But… Now that she listens a little more closely, she realizes those aren’t the footsteps she knows so well.

Fear leaps into her throat and she forces herself to stay still as she can, thinking perhaps it might just be another handmaiden, that it might be anyone else other than a nightmare. The footsteps fall silent at the far side of her bed and she’s careful to keep her breath as long and even as it would be if she were still soundly sleeping. “Sansa…” 

Now, her eyes open.

She knows that voice and she knows it well, but it is impossible for that voice to be at the side of her bed there in King’s Landing. “Jon…” She whispers, sitting upright in her bed, staring out at the somber form of her bastard brother standing there. He’s dirty, she notes, with a smudge of dirt on his cheek, his clothes… A small gasp leaves her lips, she cannot help it, for what she thought was dirt is most certainly blood. “You’re hurt!” She says, slipping from the sheets, coming around to the side of the bed that he stands on. Nevermind they’ve not seen one another in months, no, years… Nevermind that they have no sort of relationship… Nevermind how he got into her rooms… He needed help. 

But as she reaches for his arm, she’s chilled to the bone, to the very soul, as her hand slips right through. As if he wasn’t even there, even though… Even though he was right there in front of her. “Sansa, you must listen to me,” he says, turning to face her with that haunted look in his eyes, the one he wore even as a child. “There’s something I must tell you…” 

“I don’t understand,” she says, not thinking about whatever it is he has to say, rather she’s thinking about how she cannot touch him, no matter how hard she tries. Her palm to his cheek does not feel the warmth of skin nor the rough stubble of his beard, instead there is nothing. Nothing at all. 

Before Jon can speak again, the door opens and she turns to see Shae coming in with her usual tray of fruit and bread, a strange look on her pretty face. “Who are you talking to, my lady?” Shae asks with an arched brow, setting down the tray on the table. Sansa pivots, looking back at Jon who still yet stands there, realizing within a moment that Shae does not see Jon as she does. She blinks and he’s gone, faded from her own sight so quickly that she thinks, perhaps, after all, she’s only just dreamed he was there at all. 

“No one,” she finally says with a sigh, turning back to her faithful handmaiden. 

[ x x x ]

In the days that pass after her first encounter with Jon, he comes several more times. 

He appears in her rooms at night, mostly, but twice he’s appeared at the most inopportune moments of conversation in the Red Keep. She’s of course, by now, established that Jon was dead, and for some reason it was her that he’s chosen to haunt. There’s a stabbing sense of grief in that knowledge, for it reminds her yet again, there was no other family left for him to choose. She was, as she’d always feared, the last of the Stark’s. 

“You shouldn’t trust him,” Jon is whispering into her ear now, as the man before her continues to talk. The man was Littlefinger and she trusted him about as far as she could throw him, but she couldn’t tell that to Jon now. “He’s the reason our father is dead.” 

Sansa blinks, careful to keep her smile tactful as she tilts her head, red hair slipping across a shoulder. She had wondered about that very thing- Littlefinger always seemed to have a hand in anything bad that happened there in King’s Landing and Ned Stark’s death certainly was no exception. “Lord Baelish might I ask you something,” she flutters her lashes, her smile a little more inviting, blue eyes finding the older man’s dark ones. He is a disgusting fellow, this Littlefinger was, but she knows how to keep him on her side. 

“Anything, Lady Stark,” he replies with that sickly smile of his. 

“Might you provide me some fabric? I would like to make a new dress for the wedding.” She speaks of Joffrey’s wedding, which is something like a fortnight away. 

Lord Baelish nods, still smiling. “Only the finest silk will do, I think,” he says and they speak for a few moments more before he sips away, disappearing into the throngs of courtiers that have begun to gather in the corridor. 

“Why did you ask him for fabric?” 

Sansa keeps a carefully placed smile on her lips as she too slips into the crowd, taking a turn and heading down an empty hall. “So he will be forced to continue to see me,” she says, not knowing that Lord Baelish has no plans to stop speaking to her. “I do not trust him,” she adds, softly, slowly, thinking back to what Jon had told her before. “I thought he might have something to do with father’s execution.” 

Jon opens his mouth as if he means to reply, but the sound of approaching footsteps sends him away before he can speak. “My lady, there you are,” it’s Shae of course, visibly frustrated by her young charge who had slipped away from her just a short while ago. “I have been looking for you!” Sansa smiles apologetically, knowing that Shae means well, she was the only person in King’s Landing that truly cared for her after all. “Come, I must ready you for dinner…” 

[ x x x ]

“Sansa…” 

She blinks awake, the call of her name familiar to her now. 

“You shouldn’t go to the wedding.” Jon stands at her side of the bed, his gray eyes staring deep into her own blue ones. “You won’t be safe there.” She sits up, the first glimmer of dawn peeking through her curtains. 

“I’m not safe anywhere,” she reminds him, pushing back her sheets so she can swing her legs over the side of the bed. “Besides, you know…” She looks up at him, knowing he knows what she refers to now. In the weeks since their last meeting, Littlefinger has promised to get her out of this place and to safety. Whatever safety was. And today would be the day it happened. 

“You can’t trust him,” Jon says for the hundredth time and she laughs, shaking her head as she gets to her feet. 

“I can’t trust anyone.” She says with a shrug, turning back around to face him. “Except for you. And you’re dead.” Jon flinches as if she’s struck him but he nods, knowing it to be true. “I’ll die if I stay here, maybe not today, not even tomorrow, but eventually. I’d rather die trying to get out then stay and wait for it to come.” They stare at each other for several long moment’s before Jon lets out a sigh and nods again, understanding.

When the door opens and Shae comes through it, another pair of maidens behind her lugging the copper tub, Jon is gone and Sansa stands there waiting. Today would be the last day she spent in this wretched place and she smiles with the knowledge of it. 

No matter what else came her way, she would be free from King’s Landing.

[starbunii]

HIII HELLO can I request non-despair HPA Rantaro x Reader? I am such a sucker for high school romance it’s sooo so cute… and maybe I am a liiittle biased towards this idea LOL but 😇 I figured I’d ask!! Thank you sm!!

. kiss, kiss fall in love 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ rantaro amami x reader ! ｡

notes: THIS REQUEST WAS SO CUTE AWAWWAWA IM ALSO A SUCKER FOR HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCES, SO TYSM FOR REQUESTING WAHHHH <33 also!! the reader here is kind of based off of coco's yume!! please go check out their account, bc yamabuki is so cute and their art is amazing!

oneshot ノ fluff ノfem! reader ノnon-despair hpa au!

second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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He was so...interesting to you. The moment he walked into the classroom, he immediately caught your eye.

Now, you knew love at first sight was hard to come by; it was rare, and would only strike when the universe deemed fit. But god damn, there was just something about him.. Those eyes that were reminiscent of precious gems, the slight tan of his skin combined with the freckles littering his body, his piercings; a mark of a life well lived.

At lunch, you couldn't help but stare. There was just something about the way he tilted his head back slightly when he laughed, slender fingers covering his mouth. He was wearing so many rings..so many bracelets, yet somehow, it didn't clash with his uniform.

You had never seen a guy seem so fashionable, sweet, and daring all in one package...yet here he was. What was there to do? Should you say something?

Yeah...yeah, you should say something...

You awkwardly shuffled your way over to his table, lunch tray in hand. He was in the middle of a conversation. Once you thought he had finished, you nodded slightly.

"Um...hi.." you smiled politely. "I just...I noticed that you and your friends are having a lot of fun...I don't mean to impose, but is it ok if I join you?"

"Yeah, of course you can...we don't mind a bit.." he smiled back. god, who knew he had a voice so deep?! why was everything about this guy so...perfect?!

You fought back a small blush and sat between a boy with dark blue hair, and the guy you were developing a crush on in question. It was so, so hard not to stare at him, his perfect teeth sparkling whenever he smiled at his friends, combined with the shine of his eyebrow piercing and stud in his nose? he was too bright, you were doomed!!

From time to time, you'd join in on the conversation, finally learning that your mysterious prince's name was Rantaro, before lunch eventually ended. Class came and went, and soon enough, it was time to head back to the dorms.

To your understanding, the library was open until 10. You checked your clock: 8. Perfect.

You quietly crept into the large room full of elaborate staircases and towering bookshelves, settling yourself down on an ever so comfortable leather loveseat, curled up with a book.

You stayed there peacefully for about an hour, before looking up upon hearing a small creak from the other cushion beside you. Sure enough, it was him.

"Amami..." You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle as you set your book back down.

"Hey.." He smiled up at you. "So...Anna Karenina, huh?" he pointed at your book. You had only just started it, but it had caught your attention so far. You simply nodded.

"You know, I haven't got the chance to read it yet?" He chuckled. "Well...I have. But Tolstoy's work is so long, I think I'd rather just read a summary..."

Your hands shook a bit at his closeness; at his eye contact. He was talking to you so sweetly, as though you two had been friends for a long time. It made you feel...overjoyed..yet...scared..

"...M-Maybe I'll write you a summary..someday..."

"If it's from you; I'd be happy to read it."

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[cannibalisticdespair]

🔥 Despaircest (can't be unpopular as in "fandom hates it even though it's gr8"; we need to go weirder and deeper)

If those two fucking idiots ever had an actually honest and heartfelt conversation, things would have gone extremely differently because they actually did feel the same about each other.

The Despaircest plot is told out of order. 1-6's trial has Makoto's hope include the caveat of "we don't even know if Junko is lying!" Yes, he also goes "and if she isn't, we've got this", but that's just half of it and the other half is "nuh uh!" And here's the thing: SDR2 came out years later after DR1 was successful. DR1 never tells us if Junko was lying or not. So, view it with that in mind. DR1 leaves the question to us: was she full of shit?

Two years later, we get the answer. In 2-6. A whole game later, we find out the answer was "no, Junko was not lying". And that modifies the viewing of 1-6. Because now, you have to view 1-6 as "Junko is telling the truth here, she isn't lying to manipulate anyone, she's just being honest". When Junko says she loves her classmates? That's true. When Junko says the world ended? That's true. When Junko says Mukuro is just like her and loves despair the same way as her... wait, what?

Oh, but you're given a decoder ring. Beating SDR2 unlocks Danganronpa IF, where we find out that that is not at all true. But... if Junko isn't lying, but that isn't true, there's only one possible explanation. Junko's wrong. Now, how does that line up with IF? Perfectly.

In IF, Mukuro survives the murder because Makoto's memories start to come back and he warns her to dodge using her real name, so she does it on instinct, so she doesn't die, but he does get hurt trying to save her. Which leads to Mukuro turning on Junko. But importantly, there's the breakup.

"Say, sis?" "Oh! Junko, it's you!" Ikusaba's eyes brightened at the first sight of her sister in days, but they would soon go dim. "You know, I was always thankful to you, sis. I mean it." It was because Junko's voice, coming from the speakers, was terribly soft and gentle. "...Junko?" "I'm really sorry. I was being too harsh with you. I even tried to kill you just now, and I was about to make you do something horrible. Even though I know how you feel about Naegi." "I-I don't..." "Don't force yourself. You might not realize it, but it was really obvious. You never cared about those class pictures, but you looked at the camera properly that one time Naegi took the photo." From just the image on the monitor, the Super High School Level Despair looked like a girl with a sweet, innocent smile teasing her older sister. But that was exactly why Ikusaba was slowly falling towards despairing fear. "I always thought you should've put your all into it when you were in a picture with Naegi, but I guess that's all part of your disappointing self, sis." "But you know, you might be lackluster and disappointing, but I love that about you too." Ikusaba trembled. "I love you. How long had she wanted to hear these words from Junko? Ikusaba believed that, no matter what Junko said, she actually loved her very much. Ikusaba believed that she alone could understand the despair known as Junko Enoshima. It was a ludicrous notion. The moment Junko said, 'I love you', Ikusaba realized--to her agony--that she never truly understood her sister. Only now had she come to realize Junko's feelings. Junko was being kind. There was no lie in her gentle words. Perhaps she was being entirely truthful about loving her sister as well. This was precisely why this signalled the destruction of their relationship. Ikusaba realized that Junko was cutting ties with her. And before Ikusaba could say a word in reply, the girl on the monitor left her with a word of cruelty. "I know you'll make your dreams come true someday."

Do you get it? Junko really, truly loves Mukuro just as much as Mukuro loves her. And they never understood each other, but they both completely believed they did. Combine this with Junko in 1-6 talking about Mukuro and you have Junko's belief before the truth is revealed to her and Junko after the truth is revealed to her.

So, what was killing Mukuro? Trying to say "I love you" and make Mukuro's dreams come true without understanding Mukuro's love language or Mukuro's dreams. Consider how Junko describes how Mukuro "must have" felt. Why would she deny herself that despair? Simple: so Mukuro could have it, believing Mukuro wanted it just as much as she did. Her act of love in DR1 was self-sacrifice to give the greatest gift she could imagine to someone who she never realized didn't want it.

And what does Junko do when she does realize it? She breaks her entire sense of self and personality just to express her love to Mukuro. She realizes Mukuro has hope and everything, and she encourages it and fosters it out of love for her. She loves Mukuro enough that, even knowing they will now be enemies, she will speak Mukuro's love language rather than her own to make Mukuro truly know how much she loves her. This scene and killing Mukuro have the same meaning, and you can only come to understand this by combining 1-6 and IF to get two contradictory perspectives in order to recognize the before-belief and the after-belief.

Junko fucking loves her so goddamn much, but Junko expresses her love in a very particular way. Despair. Remember what she said to Class 78? She loves them all. She wasn't lying about that either. It's so personalized, so direct, so cruel, because she loves them. She loves Mukuro most of all, so she granted Mukuro the most intense despair imaginable, even though it meant losing it for herself, even though that is literally her entire modus operandi. It's fucking self-sacrifice when she kills Mukuro.

The twist is that she never understood that Mukuro didn't want it. Junko can understand and learn anything, except the one thing staring her in the face. But because of her talent, she can't imagine that there's something so blatant right in front of her she's failing to understand. Mukuro meanwhile? Danganronpa Zero gives us this:

Then, looking at the face Ikusaba-san showed me, I was suddenly taken aback. The ever so emotionless face was, ecstatic and smiling. "I don‘t know if...she is attracting despair or despair is attracting her but...she has lived her whole life with despair by her side. She lived while immersed in despair. That‘s why she began looking for despair in others. She learned to enjoy pushing people into despair. But you know, that‘s normal. It‘s the same as someone being cursed by misfortune fall into hatred for those who aren‘t. But what‘s special about her was that, she learned to enjoy inflicting despair onto herself. That‘s how the link to despair began. As she chased down despair, she pushed it onto others on the way. Doing so, it caused her to desire falling into despair even more...and because of that chain to despair, the Super High School Level Despair was born." While she spoke, it was like she fell into a fever, the expressions on her face turned into ecstasy. It was so completely absurd that it would have been hard for anybody to think of it as anything but a joke, but I understood that this was real. It might‘ve been because the memories of Junko Enoshima inside me led to that conclusion. "Hey, you don‘t get it right? I don‘t think anybody could. But you know, only I can understand it..." Consumed by ecstasy, even Ikusaba-san‘s breaths began to become ragged. "Only I am able of understanding her. That‘s why she needs me. She still hasn‘t realized that but, maybe she is only pretending not to realize. Ufu, that‘s because she‘s so shy. Ufufufu." Seeing this intoxicated Ikusaba-san continue to talk like that, repelled me. I knew that she definitely didn‘t have normal feelings for Junko Enoshima, but that sort of thing shouldn‘t have anything to do with me.

They both have failed to understand each other. Danganronpa Zero came out before Danganronpa IF. So,

Ikusaba believed that she alone could understand the despair known as Junko Enoshima. It was a ludicrous notion.

Is a callback to

"Hey, you don‘t get it right? I don‘t think anybody could. But you know, only I can understand it..."

Both of them are having their preconceived notions about each other shattered at the same time in that scene in IF. Because both of them just assumed they understood each other. Because of course they did. They've been linked at the hip so long, they're symbiotic. Except, no, they didn't. Because they both assumed, rather than ever actually talking and getting on the same page. And note,

Seeing this intoxicated Ikusaba-san continue to talk like that, repelled me. I knew that she definitely didn‘t have normal feelings for Junko Enoshima, but that sort of thing shouldn‘t have anything to do with me.

It was incest in 2011. Before SDR2 and IF released. It was always incest. DR3 just was going "now shut the fuck up, we've visually confirmed it for you".

So yeah, Despaircest was mutual love of equal intensity ruined by them both being arrogant dipshits who failed to get on the same page because they wouldn't just have a goddamn conversation about it because they both assumed that they would gain nothing from it because they totally already understood each other so goddamn well. It was mutual, and Junko actually really did love Mukuro just as much as Mukuro loved Junko. It turned tragic from a lack of communication.