#Imagine them wrangling for control

[trekkerac]

2 minutes later stanley learned how to possess people

[miaoua3]

hi 👋 I don’t know if you’re accepting requests still but if you are, can you write something with s.coups and him talking to you after the show about the in ear delay that just happened at their show recently? Like how he was pissed and had to wrangle the boys back to the main stage?

hii! ofc i can! this is right up my alley because i LOVE it when coups gets all angry😖😩😫💦👅

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(pairing: bf!scoups x gn!reader)

you just sit on the little couch that is propped against the wall of the changing room, following your boyfriend as he frustratedly walks left and right across the room, listening intently as he’s angrily ranting about the situation.

the whole scene that happened on the stage tonight shocked you, for several reasons.

one-the fact that it happened at all was shocking. the staff usually pay more attention to things like this, trying their hardest to prevent them from happening. but apparently, there have been some new people on the team, newly hired, but after the problem that occurred today, you can imagine that they’re going to be newly fired quickly as well.

two-the way your boyfriend, but also the team as a whole, handled it. you could see cheol angrily communicating with the staff behind the stage, his mouth and sharp hand movements making it clear that he was pissed. but luckily, they have been trained to be nothing but professionals, nothing but perfect, and they handled it as such. sure, their singing was a bit off tempo but honestly, they still sounded great, despite everything.

and now, here we are. the concert is over, and so is this situation.

that doesn’t mean that cheol didn’t give the staff a good earful about it, borderline yelling at them. but before he could get so far, you firmly pushed him back and sent him to change, apologising for your boyfriend’s (understandable) outburst.

cheol angrily takes his jacket off and throws it harshly on the chair, all while angrily ranting.

“fucking incompetent idiots, you spend so much of your parents’ money on the school so you could get this job, only for you to be too stupid to do it, the job that you literally got your education for. how fucking hard is it to keep your fucking eyes on that fucking sound board and keep control over it? who keeps on giving such fucking people jobs? a five year old could do a better job than them-“

if you think this is much, you should’ve heard the start of his rant���that started almost 20 minutes ago.

you watch him silently, completely content to let him get it out of his system.

but then he tries getting his necklace off, sighing angrily as it refuses to cooperate with him. you can see that if the necklace doesn’t get off his neck in the next 10 seconds, that he’s going to absolutely lose it.

which is why you silently get up and walk over to him. your hands gently push his away, taking over the task as you watch his face immediately relax (only slightly though) at your touch.

his eyes are purely black, pupils blown out due to the range of the emotions that he is experiencing at the moment.

you finally get the necklace to open, gently putting it on the little table behind you, before turning back towards him.

your touch is as soft as a feather as you take your hands and envelope his soft and slightly reddish cheeks with them.

cheol immediately deflates at this, closing his eyes as he sighs, all the frustration leaving his body.

cheol always wondered if maybe your touch had some magic to it, because it always managed to make him feel better immediately.

thumbs softly rubbing his soft skin, you gently ask him “how can i make it better?”

your boyfriend’s face transform into something between despair and sadness. with a quiet voice, he peeps “you already are making it better.”

for a few minutes, you two just stand there, enjoying each other’s presence.

but then cheol shuffles cutely a bit towards you before he hugs your waist and pushes his face into the crook of your neck, making your hands fall from his cheeks and instead wrap themselves around his upper back.

his quiet voice brokenly says “just…hold me. please.”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

for him, there isn’t the corner of this earth that you wouldn’t go to.

for him, there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do.

for him, you would try to make it all feel better.

[starryeyedstray]

sorry i disappeared without notice. i went outside to touch some grass. take this rk1k drawing over a picture of some sakura i saw last week as an apology.

been away bc my partner came home for a week so i was spending time with them before they go out to sea again (hard cut to me looking wistfully out the window). also been trying to get some irl housekeeping stuff that i've been ignoring (i swear it doesn't matter what country you live in, dealing with car registrations and taxes is always a bureaucratic nightmare). also also i may have unlocked a new hyperfixation which captivated me for like 3 days but i think i have wrangled it under control (pls don't ask about it lmao).

i have a real all-or-nothing sort of personality so it's difficult for me to casually engage with things. so if i don't have time to engage in things for a long bit of time my brain is like you are not allowed to even touch this until you can fully commit to it again. which is kinda problematic and leads me to ignoring anything related to the thing until i have "time".

so completely went cold turkey on dbh-related platforms bc my brain was like if you check it a little you have to catch up on all of it at the same time. which is like no i don't have to do that silly little brain. but alas, i could not fight my brain so i completely ignored discord and tumblr and ao3 for a bit.

but i think i'm mostly back now????? idk we'll see how things progress. i'm trying to get my life back to a more balanced lifestyle so i am less chronically online but still have time to keep up with moots and do the art and writing thing. i missed everyone so happy to be back!!

i forgot how fucking happy i get drawing rk1k. like i love drawing these two android boys just being in love. i was giggling imagining them going out on a date to see sakura together. i focused less on my sketch/draftmanship and more on the colors this time and am happy with how well they match the background. not my best drawing of them but i'm trying to be less precious with my drawings bc everything lately just gets stuck in wip hell. overall, happy with it tho!!!

for those of you who care about things like this, the background is a photo i took while visiting hadano in the kanagawa prefecture! this road specifically is part of はだの桜みち or "hadano's cherry blossom road." it was pretty driving through it and walking around town even though it was cold and cloudy. (i swear it was raining all of sakura season)

[amillionideas]

Bill and Charlie

I think it’s so intriguing when you pull back the curtain on Bill and Charlie. On the surface, they’re framed as the “cool,” successful older brothers: Bill with his suave curse-breaking career and ponytail, and Charlie with his rugged dragon-wrangling life in Romania. But beneath that image? There’s definitely a deeper, more complex story. Why did they both leave home so quickly, and why did neither seem eager to come back and carry the burden of their large, struggling family?

The Pressure of Being the Oldest

As the eldest, Bill and Charlie would’ve grown up carrying a huge weight of responsibility. The Weasleys are a working-class family with seven children and not a lot of mone: Arthur’s humble Ministry salary barely stretches far enough. Bill, as the firstborn, would have felt the pressure to succeed in a very tangible way: to set the tone for his siblings, to be the “responsible one,” to help his parents. And yet he leaves for Egypt as soon as he finishes school, rather than staying to support them. That feels… telling.

Charlie, similarly, runs off to chase an inherently dangerous, not particularly glamorous job working with dragons. For both of them, there’s a kind of escape embedded in their career choices. It’s not that they don’t love their family, it’s that they needed to get away from the emotional intensity and the demands of being a Weasley. Maybe it was suffocating to be the “golden children” in a family already bursting at the seams.

Why Did They Leave?

• The Weight of Expectations

Imagine growing up in a home where money is always tight, where your parents are constantly stressed, and where the unspoken expectation is that you’ll do your part to ease that burden. Bill and Charlie are both exceptionally talented (Bill was Head Boy, Charlie was a Quidditch star) yet instead of staying close and contributing directly to the household, they leave. That suggests they may have felt smothered by the expectation to put the family first.

There’s a quiet rebellion in that choice: to prioritize their own lives over family duty. Maybe Bill didn’t want to be the surrogate third parent. Maybe Charlie couldn’t handle the pressure of being the role model. Their absence says, I can’t stay and be what you need me to be.

• The Weasley Family Intensity

The Weasleys are warm and loving, but they’re also loud, opinionated, and emotionally overwhelming. Molly’s love can be suffocating, and Arthur’s laid-back, idealistic nature leaves a lot of practical worries on the shoulders of the older kids. Bill and Charlie, by virtue of their independence, may have craved a quieter, freer existence. Their careers, isolated, adventurous, and away from home, could reflect a desire for space from that constant emotional pressure.

• Survivor’s Guilt (in a Family Sense)?

It’s possible that both Bill and Charlie carry a kind of guilt for leaving their younger siblings behind. They got out, they pursued their passions, but they also know that means the weight of “holding things together” fell to Percy. Bill, especially, seems aware of this when he reenters the family dynamic during Half-Blood Prince. His relationship with Percy is probably one of recognition, he knows what it’s like to be the one expected to succeed, and maybe he understands why Percy snapped.

• Molly’s Intensity as a Mother

Molly Weasley is a wonderful mother, but she’s also a smothering one. She worries, she controls, and she has a vision of what her children’s lives should look like. Bill and Charlie’s choices defy her ideals (Bill’s long hair and earring are a quiet act of rebellion against the tidy image she wants for him). Charlie’s outright rejection of a more stable Ministry job feels like a rejection of her overprotectiveness. Maybe they left because staying meant losing their sense of self under the weight of her love.

The Emotional Cost of Leaving

For all their independence, there’s a cost to that distance. Bill and Charlie are noticeably absent from key family struggles, especially Percy’s estrangement. Why didn’t they intervene? Why didn’t they pull him back from the edge when they, of all people, would understand what it’s like to clash with their parents?

And in general, I feel like any reader can notice Charlie’s absence in the aftermath of a lot of dramatic moments. He’s there sometims, yes, but he isn’t a central emotional anchor. It makes you wonder, does he feel guilty for not being around more? Does Bill, with his new responsibilities as a husband to Fleur and his work at Gringotts, feel the weight of leaving too much unsaid?

The Relationship with Percy – A Missed Opportunity

I love to think about how much richer Percy’s arc becomes when you view it through the lens of Bill and Charlie’s departure. All three brothers share a similar drive, ambition, independence, a desire to carve their own path, but while Bill and Charlie did so in socially acceptable ways (curse-breaking and dragons are cool), Percy’s Ministry career was treated with ridicule. What does that say to a kid who already feels like an outsider? What message does it send when the brothers who “did it right” are celebrated, but he is mocked for his choices?

I can imagine a version of this story where Percy’s break from the family isn’t just about the Ministry, it’s about being angry at Bill and Charlie for leaving him behind to carry the weight. Maybe there’s resentment there: You got to leave, and no one called you selfish. Why am I the bad guy for wanting something better?

Why This Complexity Matters

Again (more on my post about the Weasleys), the Weasley family feels so real because they aren’t perfect. Their love is fierce but complicated. Bill and Charlie are adored, but their absence leaves scars, on Percy, on Ron, and even on Fred and George, who are forced to grow up in the shadow of their cool older brothers without the same freedom to escape.

By exploring their reasons for leaving, the emotional weight of their distance, and the gaps they leave behind, you transform them from "cool big brothers" into something deeper: men who love their family, but who also had to choose themselves to survive.

And the best part? This adds so much more emotional punch to the moments when they do come back. Bill helping to protect the Burrow and standing by Fleur against his mother’s disapproval. Charlie arriving for the Battle of Hogwarts. Their return is meaningful because of the distance, because it shows that love, even when it’s messy, always finds a way home

[coriannawrites]

Lots and lots of nightbringer liberties taken here, and this is not a happy imagine:

But…

The one time MC participates in the “denying your partner a kiss trend”, they get sent back in time to a world where they haven’t started dating their partner.

It’s karma, when they reach a hand out for comfort and their demon looks at them in confusion and abject disgust.

MC is so, so very sorry. They wish they’d gotten one more kiss because it looks like they won’t be getting anything for a long time.

Lucifer doesn’t let them get close enough to try and it stings. The Lucifer MC knows would’ve leaned into their touch with a soft sigh and a kiss. This Lucifer is frazzled — more than usual— and wrangling not only the demon he created but the guilt that weighs him d own.

Mammon isn’t around long enough for them to try, always off chasing another high. And MC had loved his thrill-seeking nature, but not when they couldn’t join Mammon on their escapades.

Levi’s room is locked. MC saw him once and then never again. They went to open the door once, but a haggard looking Lucifer had turned the corner and warned them not to. They could always open the door, if they didn’t mind the high risk of death.

Kissing Satan? The Satan that’s an uncontrollable beast who wants to maim everything in his path, that Lucifer is struggling to contain? MC is foolish, but not foolish enough to go into uncharted territory. Even if they miss their Satan, a lot.

It’s easy to kiss Asmo. To touch him, to feel him, to hug him. But it’s not the same. The feelings MC pours into those hugs and kisses aren’t reciprocated, and it ends up hurting more than it heals. Their Asmodeus would kiss them like they were the most precious thing in the Devildom. This Asmo accepts their affection to feed the gaping maw of desire and insecurity in his soul. This is not their Asmo.

There’s always something in Beel’s mouth. If MC isn’t lucky, it could be them next. Beel is depressed post losing one of his loved ones, and sad people eat. As the avatar of gluttony, he’s famished, more than usual and he can barely control his urges. There’s no chance in hell MC will get what they want from him.

Belphegor is in a state where he’d probably kill MC if they tried. One— they’re not dating in this universe. Two— his sister died. He’s not exactly looking for a partner or lover right now, he probably thinks you’re a sick and twisted person for trying to. Mostly too lazy to fight MC off, but physical touch with him does not feel good.

Diavolo? Good luck. To get close enough to do so would mean you’re in close enough range for Barbatos to wring your neck like a dish towel. And he will, with no hesitation. Who does MC think they are, approaching the future demon king and begging for affection they’re not owed?

Barbatos is a bit distant. MC had expected this— Barbatos must’ve seen it, the timelines where MC tries (and fails) to get affection and comfort from him. He for one, does not want to provide it. Bugger off.

Bonus:

When things feel terrible (which they mostly are), Solomon is waiting with open arms.

[mspopstar]

Susie are you one of those scientists that doesn’t interact with magic at all because it’s “unscientific” or are you one that studies magic on the back burner because of how confusing it is with how it interacts with our known schemas of science.

I find it funny how some scientists fall into complete denial, show them someone casting fire ball and they just… shut down ? Science is not an iron clad rule , people can be mistaken and theory’s can be updated. They act like because magic doesn’t follow the usual logic that it SHOULDN’T exist and not , you know, actual put in the effort to study and understand it.

"Hmm... It is not that I do not believe in magic, nor do I feel the need to discredit magic. Compared to other forms of "anomalous energy control systems" magic is by far one of the least inefficient and slow in terms of learning and usage. However, magic is by far one of the hardest things to properly record and study through scientific method and "grounded, reality based" research because magic isn't absolute. I could study every genus of a common flower on planet Hotbeat, and see how the flower's evolutionary traits allows it to survive such harsh conditions through traditional methods but studying how a "fireball" works through a similar method? Well, that's hard to do.

At its core, magic "research" is just recording how to do a specific "magic" (commonly known as spells, rituals, powers, etc.) and what the magic does.

For example...

let's say a witch approaches a frog and says ✧˖°.hocus pocus⋆˙⟡ and points to the frog

and "magic" comes out of her wand and hits the frog

and that frog suddenly turns...

...into a very very handsome and charming prince!

...what actually happened here? Sure, at face level you can deduce that by saying the magic words magic happened and the magic turned the frog into that prince! But, that doesn't explain anything! How did the magic turn the frog into the prince? How did the magic know to turn the frog into a prince instead of something like an apple?

It is hard to research magic as a whole traditionally because magic is essentially a dot on a infinitely sliding scale that's determined by an infinite amount of sliding scales of other infinite amounts of variables of other infinite amount of variables. Take this graph for example! Each dot is a "spell" and each plane is a type of "magic", now instead of just those dots being there imagine there's a black dot for all of the white space to fill both the inside and outside of the boxes! Now imagine that there are an infinite amount of boxes on a infinitely expanding x,y, and z axis! See what I mean? There's too much that I wouldn't know where to start. From what Taranza has told me, most magic study is just wrangling "magic" into operations can that can be performed enough times without deviation to be considered a reliable "spell"! What a headache!

-Executive Secretary of HWC, Susana P. Haltmann

[avocado-writing]

Hi! In honor of Father's Day (which I happily don't have, but it doesn't matter), let's imagine that the Copy and the Reader take care of their child (any gender), who is very hyperactive and loving

sorry this is so late 💀 used this as an excuse to chat about the au @grumsens and I have where reader and copia have just, an obscene amount of kids. 1.2k words of fluff.

You hadn’t been trying to get pregnant… not the first time, anyway. It was just something which happened when two people who were obsessed with each other’s bodies fucked pretty much all the time, and agreed that they were no longer fussed about birth control. Yeah, the first time had been a fluke, but when Copia had seen how round your body had become, so swollen with life that he had put in you, he simply hadn’t been able to keep his hands to himself.

Or any other appendage, for that matter.

So it came to be that, by mutual agreement, you had remained permanently pregnant for pretty much the next four years because the two of you just couldn’t get enough of making babies. Now you’re faced with the consequences: a horde of little girls, as apparently your husband was incapable of siring sons. 

They’re… a lot.

Lucia. Marcelina. Cassia. Donata. Annachiara and Fiorre, the twins to round it off (“they run in the family,” Sister Imperator had said cryptically). The Emeritus girls move in a pack and, though they are prone to bickering amongst themselves as sisters are wont to do, woe betide anyone who upsets one of them, for it brings down the wrath of the other five.

And, as a parent, trying to wrangle them is less successful than trying to wrangle cats. 

You’d never deny your husband his career, you’re exceptionally proud of him and the work he’s doing, but all of you miss him when he’s off on tour. Harmony descends whenever he is home, something which can only be grown from a father who is totally wrapped around the little finger of every single one of his daughters, leading them all to a united cause: get dad to give us absolutely anything we want.

Today has been a lot. You’d been woken by the twins jumping on your bed - because what else was six in the morning for? - and you’d managed to get them to crawl in between you for another forty minutes of rest before they were insistent it was breakfast time. Unable to deny two five-year olds who measure their tugging in horse-power, you and Copia got up, both complaining about your bad backs and errant tiny feet in the kidneys, but accepting there was to be no more resting now the girls were Up.

Copia cooked, because he’s far better at it than you are. There’s always enough milk and eggs in the fridge to make a batch of pancakes big enough for every tiny hungry mouth around the table and your husband had slung them out as if it was his satan-given duty. The others had gotten out of bed to join at the smell, Cassia with her nose in a book, Donata skittering under the table to chase a spider. She had come out of the womb more ghoul than human, that one, but to be fair that’s because technically Copia had been her birth-giver rather than you, so more Satanic magic had been involved. 

It was a long story. 

Lucia  - stepping into her role as the leader of the pack as the eldest, not something you asked for but something she gravitated to anyway as it let her boss the younger ones around a bit - had dragged Marcelina and the table had been full: full of girls vying for their parents’ attention, of you running around to make sure everyone had their preferred pancake topping, of Copia dashing to the stove every thirty seconds to make sure nothing burned.

And that was just breakfast.

The weather was nice so the group of you headed outside into the Ministry gardens, allowing the girls to run around and blow off some steam while the two of you sat in the grass (Copia affectionately leaning his head in your lap). Eventually you were both dragged into playing tag as well, though you were getting too old for running around the two of you were powerless against six sets of pleading eyes. Pack tactics at work again.

The day was not without its struggles (“PAPA, DO YOU WANT TO SEE HOW HARD I CAN KICK?!” Marcelina had screamed, and then not waited for Copia to give a response before driving her answer into his shin with her foot) but nobody was at each other’s throat too badly that day, the twins had only pulled each other’s hair once, and Donata’s bites were not skin-breaking.

Now afternoon is dripping into evening, the sun going down and the girls getting sleepy. You can hear Copia’s soft singsong voice float out from the living room as he reads them a story. You poke your head around the door and melt at what you see: he sits in the middle of the sofa in a tangle of limbs as they all attempt to find a bit of him to lean against, sleepy eyes all drawn to the page as his cadence lolls them to sleep. A tired yawn, a nuzzle into his shirt as they try and fight drifting off.

“‘No, except that Brett and I are a little worried about the dog.’ ‘Your Saint Bernard?’” Copia changes the affectations in his voice to show each new character and the girls are entranced.

“I like when you do the voices, papa,” Cassia mumbles, her eyes tearing off the page to look up at him. Copia smiles down at her.

“Well, I like doing the voices for you, principessina,” he says, and she giggles. 

“What are we reading tonight?” you ask. Copia flashes you the book cover - Cujo by Stephen King.

“It’s our favourite!” Lucia implores when you purse your lips.

“Can we get a dog?” Marcelina asks hopefully. You kiss your teeth.

“Sorry, you’re reading Cujo and the takeaway you got from that book was that you want to get a dog?”

“Or a bat! We all got our rabies shots when Donata was born!” Lucia reasons, and voices pipe up in agreement. “Papa, we can get a dog, right?”

You have to interject. You can see Copia is about to give in and say, yes, let’s go adopt one tomorrow! Such is the power of your daughters. 

“We can talk about it another day. Right now it’s time for bed.”

A chorus of groans as you and Copia scoop them off of the sofa and wrangle them into first their pyjamas and then their beds; a dozen kisses goodnight and then a dozen more after all of them decide they need to go to the bathroom just once more. Taking them outside earlier was a good idea, they all fall asleep pretty fast.

“You’re so good with them,” you sigh, leaning on Copia’s shoulder as you look in at the twins, making sure they’re fast asleep before you leave them for the night.

“Me? No, amore, you are the star. We’d fall apart without you.”

He kisses you when the two of you sit down on the sofa, a moment alone to be clutched tightly in the chaos of the house. His hand slips down to your ass and squeezes. You hum into his mouth.

“Papa Emeritus, you’re being very handsy this evening…”

“You think I can resist my beautiful wife after a day of her being perfect? Let me have you, amore mio.” He runs his lips to the shell of your ear. “Let’s make another.”

You moan and drag him down onto the sofa. 

[probablyasocialecologist]

Mandy and Lara Sirdah of Gaza City are birders. Those twin sisters, now in their late forties, started photographing birds in their backyard almost a decade ago. They began posting their pictures on social media, eventually visiting marshlands and other sites of vibrant bird activity in the Gaza Strip. They’re not trained biologists, but their work documenting the birds of Gaza was crucial to the publication of that territory’s first bird checklist in 2023. If it weren’t for the Israeli occupation — and now the full-scale war that has killed more than 34,000 people, 72 percent of them women and children, and damaged or destroyed 62 percent of all housing — Gaza would be ideal for birding. Like much of the Middle East, the territory lies under one of the world’s great flyways for millions of migrating birds. Its Mediterranean coast attracts shorebirds. Wadi Gaza, a river-fed ravine and floodplain that snakes its way across the middle of Gaza, is home to more than 100 bird species, as well as rare amphibians and other riparian creatures. In other words, that strip of land is a birder’s paradise. Or it would be a paradise, except that, as the Daily Beast reported a year ago (long before the current war began): “Being a bird-watcher in Gaza means facing endless restrictions. Israel controls Gaza’s territorial waters, airspace, and the movement of people and goods, except at the border with Egypt. Most Palestinians who grew up in Gaza since the closure imposed in 2007, when Hamas seized control from the Fatah-led Palestinian Authority, have never left the 25-by-7-mile strip.” Gazan birders encounter other barriers, as well. Even if they can afford to buy binoculars or cameras with telephoto lenses, the Israeli government views such equipment as having “dual use” potential (that is, possibly serving military as well as civilian purposes) and so makes those items very difficult to acquire. It took the Sirdahs, for example, five months of wrangling and various permission documents simply to get their birding equipment into Gaza. Getting equipment in was hard enough, but getting out of Gaza, for any reason, has become nearly impossible for its Palestinian residents. Along with most of its 2.3 million inhabitants, the sisters simply couldn’t leave the territory, even before the present nightmare, to attend birding conferences, visit exhibitions of their photography, or receive awards for their work. They were imprisoned on a strip of land that’s about the size of the island in Massachusetts where I’ve been watching birds lately. When I try to imagine life in Gaza today, I sometimes think about what it would be like to shove a couple of million people into this tiny place, chase them with bombs and missiles from one end of it to the other, and then start all over again, as Israel seems to be about to do in the southern Gazan city of Rafah with its million-plus refugees.

May 15, 2024

[rayroseu]

hm... i wish people dont wrangle and correct different interpretations of malleus too much lol

he is kind, he is evil, he is temperamental, he is eeriely calm, he is insufferable, he is a nice companion, he is forceful, he is also understanding, malleus is the mix of kindness and evil because his parents are the embodiments of those opposite sides (Meleanor being the Evil Princess and Levan being the only Kind fae who aspired peace).

There is no purely Evil Malleus or a Kind Malleus. I think Malleus is just growing up lol

Despite the story depicting him as "monstrous," (in my opinion) no character in the story encapsulates the "true experience" of growing up as well as Malleus' story does.

Of course, growing up means being fearful of aging, losing people, and everything changing without your control. It's not inspiring to know that despite your hard work in making yourself "a proper adult (and a royalty too in his case)", there is no reward such as "everlasting happiness" no matter how much he suffers. That he's damned to lose anything and nothing is forever. Growing up means you only have yourself (alone) in this world.

I also like the fact that Malleus' story growing up says one true thing: that everyone really dislikes suffering lol. Malleus canonical fear is the "unknown." I feel like beyond losing Lilia (and Yuu), he just can't imagine a world without them. For him, a world without Lilia is "an unknown world," a reality with no good outcomes. So he avoids that reality happening because its essentially his unknown, (his fear and suffering).

But idk, I never find any story that gives satisfying argument against "the importance of being hurt and losing anyone", I feel like its just sugarcoating if you say its needed for the "happiness to be worth it." That's why I understand why Malleus also believes he's correct for eliminating pain in the world lol I hope TWST gives a new unique answer to convince Malleus that its okay for him to lose anyone and be back in present time.😭🙏🏻✨

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Return to Wonderland AU

Things the NRC boys don't talk about is their lost sibling that went missing when they were younger. They remember them as much as they could as they only have childhood memories to go off of. The opening ceremony is pure chaos as Azul and Riddle try to wrangle Grim, only for someone to snatch him up and pull off their ceremonial hood.

(Tumblr said "I'm posting your unfinished post" and now I'm reposting it in full. That's for spoiling it, tumblr)

Riddle: Sibling

He could hardly believe it. There, right there, standing there in the living flesh and blood, is his sibling. Yuu has white hair and is taller than him, their eyes the same color as Riddle's own.

"Well, don't you enjoy just causing problems?" Yuu sighs with a shake of their head.

"Hey, this wouldn't have happened if you just gave me the robes!" Grim yowls as he flails about.

"They're too big for you, so it wouldn't have mattered."

Riddle's fighting desperately not to rush over and hug his sibling. He's missed them so much, having only the photos of them to go off of how he'd imagine them looking when they were older. But, he fights that feeling, he has to remain proper and in control. Show off how to be a proper dorm leader, but he can feel his resolve quickly starting to crack. It breaks fully when Yuu turns their eyes to look at him.

"Hey, Riddle, I'm home."

Riddle ignores everything and rushes to hug them with all of his might. He doesn't care if he's crying or if it's audible. He finally has them back. The Red Queen and White Queen are reunited.

Trey: Sibling

Trey sees the amount of destruction one feline familiar can cause and he sighs. He watches Riddle and Azul try to wrangle the cat before the hoodie figure, who roughly caused this whole thing to happen, grabs him.

"Settle down and take a breather. Smell the Roses."

Trey straightens up as he hears the spell, his eyes widening as the feline goes limp in their grasp.

"There we go..." They cradle him like one would a baby.

Trey moves away from Cater and places a hand on the figure's shoulder. The figure turns to face him, a lone golden eye peeks past a mop of green hair.

"Yuu?" He shakingly asks.

A smile graces Yuu's lips as they gently hug him. "Trey."

Trey wraps his arms around them and inhales sharply. His sibling is back.

Cater: Sibling

Cater's enjoying the mayhem and he almost wishes he had a bowl of popcorn on hand. He's trying hard not to laugh at Riddle and Azul running back and forth to catch the gray furball. A hoodie figure trips Grim and picks him up before he eats shit.

"You ain't even cute enough to forgive."

Cater chokes on his spit as he hears the voice. The figure takes off their hood and shakes out their long curled ginger hair. There's a bandana covering the left side of their face and snake bite piercings on their lips. They also have a pair of red diamond earrings.

Cater breaks away faster than the speed of sound and tackles the figure. "Yu-Yu!"

"Cay-Cay!"

Cater hugs Yuu tight to him, surprising everyone by the reaction they just witnessed. He squeezes their cheeks and shakes them.

"I can't believe you just left me like that! Worse sib ever, fr!"

"Bro, I was, like, kidnapped!"

"You have to join me in Heartslabyul, Sibby."

"I don't think I got a choice."

The two continue chatting, completely ignoring the attempts Crowley made to interrupt. The Diamond siblings are here~.

Ace: Sibling (Fraternal Twin)

Ace wasn't at the mess that was the opening ceremony and appeared later at Heartslabyul with only talks of what happened. As curious as he was, he didn't want anyone knowing he had skipped it, and headed to bed before anything else could happen. He sees Deuce talking to someone with a gray familiar besides them. Before he even has a chance to tease the newcomer about their lack of knowledge, the person turns towards them. Ace froze as he stared at his fraternal twin, bright scarlet eyes looked at him as they moved their strawberry blond hair over their shoulder.

"Uh-"

"Hey, hey, Acey." Yuu waved lackadaisical at him. "You go here too?"

He hadn't seen Yuu in years, not since they mysteriously disappeared one day when they were kids. He wanted to play off the reaction, but... he missed them, dearly missed them. Thankfully, Yuu moves first and hugs him.

"I'm home~"

Ace sniffs and buries his face in their shoulder. "I missed you..."

Deuce: Sibling

Deuce can hardly keep up with what was happening in the room. Seeing all that happened within the span of only a few minutes and the large mess it left behind, that had to have been a new record for the worse opening ceremony that Deuce had attended. Eventually, they managed to grab the feline and hand him off to the figure, who scrambled to grab him as their hood fell off.

"Aren't you going to apologize for the mess your familiar caused?" His dorm leader asked as he crossed his arms.

"I ain't his fucking keeper." The person growled. "Why should I have to apologize for him?"

Deuce peeked through the crowd as he heard the voice, spotting someone with a undercut and their long blue hair parted and draped against the left side of their face.

"How dare you speak to me like that!" His face grew red. "After all we did to catch him."

"Back off, pipsqueak! Don't you have a playground to police?"

"Yuu?" Deuce moved through the crowd. "Is that you?"

Yuu whipped around to face him, the angry scowl on their face fell away as they smiled. "Deuce!"

They tossed Grim to Riddle and wrapped their brother in a hug. "I'm back!"

Deuce hugged back, completely forgetting about the ticking time bomb in the room. "You're home!"

He remembers how distraught his mother was at Yuu's disappearance, now he had good news to give her-

"FRESHMEN, WHO IS THIS!?"

-if he could survive long enough to tell her.

[mask-of-prime]

VG Bonus Art: Friendly Fire

Synopsis: Vitani is overwhelmed from trying to wrangle her disputing Lion Guard and tending the needs of on-edge Pridelanders terrorized by foes. On top of that, Vitani and Nuka's spirits have been fused for far too long until the possession becomes a parasitic inconvenience. The Fiercest, highly stressed and agitated, has been fueling her newly-found Fire Roar to the point where she can't control it, and neither can Nuka. At some point, the fire evolves into destructive, molten lava -- a new power she'd discovered on her own. Will her Lion Guard find a way to extract Nuka's spirit and cool her tumultuous temper?

It's, well... pretty past Halloween, now, but it is a special day nonetheless, it's the 5th Anniversary of when Vitani and her pals officially became the new Lion Guard (Return to the Pride Lands was aired on TV on November 3rd, September 2nd was their DisneyNOW/WatchTLG release). So I guess I'm celebrating the anniversary of them becoming a team by... tearing them apart...?

I have no idea if this would be an AU or if I can actually manage to fit this into the Vitani's Guard storyline somehow. Come to think of it, it kinda makes me imagine if Nuka's spirit would've remained within Vitani the first time they ever fused, like if a prolonged possession lasted several episodes/chapters (I wanna say the duration of Shouting Match to Speed Run?) until it became too much for both of them, disaster ensues in a manner typical of tropey werewolf episodes of cartoons, or at worst, an Akira type of disaster in which aggravated emotions and emotionally-charged supernatural powers fight each other to make for some gruesome body horror visuals (in this case, becoming a living volcano).

The lava dripping from Vitani's mouth lowkey reminds me of rabies, maybe this constitutes as an Infection AU like what everyone's been doing lately? lol

The title is a pun on the term "friendly fire" meaning to kill or harm a soldier who's on your side (Shabaha here seems to have been on the receiving end of that). I became aware of the term after the release of a Linkin Park song of the same name.

[snowsonlylove]

Dangerous Woman

a/n note: inspo is also from this delicious edit from topxzae on tiktok and this performance by ashley wagner. btw, i've switched my style of writing a bit and i've made it a bit more direct for i hope you don't mind + i was feeling a lil lazy so i did the sex scene in a third person pov.

Pairing: Captain!Hockey Player!Coriolanus Snow x Figure Skater!Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N and Coriolanus Snow have been in an established relationship for about 5 months. Lately, things have been very stressful for Coriolanus in his job as a captain of keeping everyone in line. Today is his day off and all he wants is to spend time with his girlfriend. What started out as a sweet catch up turned a lot spicier after Y/N noticed how her boyfriend looks at her. 

Fic Type: Smut (NSFW) 18+, Established relationship, Love struck Coryo, Reader slaying it on the ice (i’m kinda imagining her as an Alexandra Trusova kinda gal so do what you want with that info)

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this guys, use a condom. reader is on birth control), rough pushing, harsh, cunnilingus (female and male receiving), lmk if i missed anything else

Word Count: 1.9k

Inspo: Heavily inspired by Icebreaker (my newest obsession) and the stereotype in the skating world with hockey players looking at figure skaters when they practise (horny bf and gf edition). 

Disclaimer: Credits and the idea of this are based off Icebreaker so all credits go to Hannah Grace and her team. This is a spinoff of her idea turned into an established relationship version for Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Y/L/N.

Additional Info (ONLY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE READ ICEBREAKER): In this universe, there is no rivalry. All collegiate teams share the same rink and there is a bond with the hockey and the skating team prior to this occurrence.

I do not own Coriolanus Snow or Y/N Y/L/N (cuz it’s you, boo). All credits go to Suzanne Collins and her team. Song credits also go to Ariana Grande and her team. 

Also, ageless and empty blogs will be BLOCKED as this is a 18+ fic. Report my fics for no good reason and you’re blocked cuz if u don’t like it, LEAVEEEE.

Y/N and Coriolanus have been a strong couple for about 5 months now. With all that time passing, there must be some things they have learned about each other, as well as things they have not learned about each other. Weirdly enough, Coriolanus has never seen Y/N skate because of the divide in their schedule between the hockey team and figure skating team. 

Coriolanus is the captain of the collegiate Academy hockey team, which makes the job more difficult for him because of how hard he has to strangle and wrangle a bunch of frat guys to go on the ice and play. This leads to him trying to find his teammates a lot, which means that he doesn’t have time to see his girlfriend skate because by the time he gets there, Y/N’s already packing up her stuff and giving him a kiss goodbye before leaving. This frustrates him. However, it doesn’t look like it would be much of an issue going forward.

Lately, the team has been going on a losing streak. About 3/4 of the team are either high or drunk off their ass in college parties and it’s driving Coriolanus crazy as it’s making them lose. Their coach has demanded that they stop it, Coriolanus even putting it as a ban but it’s still not making the younger hockey members realise that. As a result, Coach Highbottom and Coriolanus have made a decision to make them sit on the bench and think about their actions, which works great for Coriolanus since it creates a window of space in which he can get more alone time and even show up earlier to watch his girlfriend practice.

Today was the day in which Coriolanus got his free time, so he chose to watch his girlfriend train for her test skates after getting them a small box of cronuts and a coffee for both him and girlfriend as a little date after her practice before she has to go back to her dorm to study.

Coriolanus strolled into the ice rink as if he owned it that day, confident in his strides as he didn’t show his excitement in seeing his girlfriend practice in fear of people seeing how weak he was for his girlfriend. As he walked to the stands by the rink, he saw his girlfriend glide across the rink as she stretched her hands in the most delicate way possible while practising her program with her coach looking at her intensely from the stands.

“More, Y/N! More!” “Straighten the back of the knee!” “Smile!” “Don’t be so sloppy!” Coach Gaul screamed from the side of the ice rink as Y/N glided past her to do her quad before doing her triple axel flawlessly. Coriolanus sat on the edge of the stand, looking at his girlfriend almost as if he was observing her before he suddenly heard a bunch of little giggles and laughs beside him as he turned to look at the bunch of junior girls who stopped their off-ice stretching to look at his girlfriend practising her program.

“She’s so pretty..” “Literally, how does she do that?” “Oh my god, her boyfriend is so hot, someone get me a hockey boyfriend please” “I wonder how big his d-” “Oh my god, Sasha! Don’t say that!” The girls whispered amongst each other as they giggled as if they were girls from middle school. Coriolanus smirked as he pretended to cough, making all the girls look at him horrified that they realised that he heard their conversation. They all walk away with their heads down as Coach Gaul’s assistant calls the girls to start their warm-ups on the ice, making Coriolanus smirk even harder.

Coriolanus walks towards the side of the rink as he puts his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants as he watches his girlfriend converse with her coach, waiting for feedback while he stands there, entranced by her beauty. As she glides back on the ice, Coriolanus feels himself getting hard as he watches her practise her routine with her hands behind her back, making his mind go crazy with the possibility of the things they could do. Mind you, by this point they’ve hooked up quite a few times.

As Y/N comes towards the end of her routine, she finally notices her boyfriend as she gives him a small wave before doing her final moves, her coach clapping on the side of the rink. “Good job, Y/N. There are some technical things we need to work on but you’ve improved. Now, go take your leave.” Y/N nods as she bids her coach goodbye before running towards her boyfriend and tackling him with a bone-crushing hug, her boyfriend hugging her back just as hard as she squeals, “I can't believe you’re here! I thought you were on an off-day with the guys today!” 

Coriolanus chuckles in a distracted way as he chides while stroking her hair, “Yeah, that’s true but the one thing I didn’t tell you was that I actually wanted to watch my darling skate today. How are you, sweetheart? Anything hurting? I brought us some donuts and coffee for breakfast?” Y/N groaned as she looked up at her boyfriend with a grateful smile, “You didn’t need to get me anything, love. I know you’ve been busy lately.. You know I’m all fine, right? I’m not a broken doll” She jokes as she raises her eyebrow, making her boyfriend smirk as he leaned down to give his girlfriend a peck on her lips before saying, “I know that, baby. But I was thinking we can do a little something as a treat for you doing so well in your practice so far.” He said in a dazed tone as he took a glance at her ass before giving it a slap, making Y/N glare at him from her current stance. Coriolanus’s dick got harder after hearing her groan as it reminded him of the several intimate interactions that he had with his girlfriend. Little did he know, Y/N saw his aching dick right as she came up to him, making the situation much more interesting as she noticed how he looked at her. Knowing how hard he’s been working, she wanted to give him a chance to relax after a long week of training. 

The tension between them got a little more heated after that slap as both Y/N’s and Coriolanus’s looked at each other in a much more sensual way, their eyes having a particular sheen over it before a cough from Y/N disrupted the moment. “Okay, then. Let me get my stuff from the locker. I’ll see you later, captain…” Y/N said as she turned around and walked away, her hips swaying just a bit more to tempt her boyfriend into joining her in the locker. Coriolanus immediately took notice of this as he followed her, Y/N stopping at one point to grab his hand and interlock his fingers with hers as they made their way to the locker. 

Thankfully, no one was in the locker by that time as all the skaters were on the rink preparing to start practising their programs. Y/N closed the door behind her as Coriolanus pinned her towards her door as he wrapped his hands in her hair and kissed her while her hands pressed up against his chest as she smiled into the kiss. Wet, squelching sounds echoed around the room as their tongues moulded against each other in perfect sequence as if they were made for each other. As they made out, they peeled off each other’s clothes slowly as they were wrapped up in this bubble where they were the only ones there and no one else existed.

By the time they pulled away from each other, they were both down to their underwear. Coriolanus crouched down as he peeled Y/N’s lacy red panties off her as licked a line up her slit, tasting the sweet nectar hidden under her skate wear as he hummed in satisfaction before sucking on her clit, making Y/N see stars as her moans echoed around the room. Y/N reached down to cradle her boyfriend’s head as he worked her up to a beautiful, soul-capturing orgasm, making her heave big sighs while coming down her high. 

Y/N and Coriolanus gave each other a deep kiss as she tasted herself on his tongue before it was her turn to kneel down and give his aching hardness the love that it deserves. She kissed her way down his abs as she pulled down his boxers, revealing his aching, hard dick leaking with pre-cum in all its glory. The veins were clearly invisible as Y/N hummed in satisfaction before she licked the tip of his dick, savouring the taste of his pre-cum as she moaned. She continued this a few times before she went deeper and deeper until her throat reached the base of his cock, making Coriolanus groan with great pleasure as she gagged occasionally and started to work him into an orgasm by pulling her head in and out of his dick in a once slow motion before building up her speed in a way she knew her boyfriend liked.

“Ugh, so good, baby… Keep doing that, you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart.” Coriolanus groaned as he wrapped his hand around a bunch of her hair as he guided her in and out of his dick. His groans and her moans echoed around the room as the atmosphere got dirtier before Coriolanus pushed her head closer than it’s ever been before he came with one final groan, making Y/N moan even louder at seeing his satisfaction in her efforts to please him.

As Coriolanus came down from his orgasm, Y/N pulled her mouth off him as she wiped her mouth clean of her saliva before jutting out her tongue, letting him see that she swallowed it all before she laughed a little at her boyfriend’s dark glance at her. Coriolanus’s head turned around to the side as his groan this time was animalistic as he grabbed his girlfriend from her place on her knees before him and smashed his lips with her before he turned her around and pushed her towards the door before shoving his now hard length into her in one thrust. 

Both Y/N and Coriolanus let out a groan as they wrapped their arms around each other as he pushed his dick in and out of her pussy as her ass bounced back towards his dick with her force. The room now echoed with the sound of skin slapping around it, along with her louder moans and his harsher groans as he turned her face to the side before capturing her lips in another searing kiss as they both come with him holding her tits in his hands and bringing her as close to him as possible.

Y/N and Coriolanus breathed heavily as they came down from their euphoric orgasm. Coriolanus cradled Y/N’s face as he leaned in and captured her lips in little kisses as he checked over her to see if she was okay. After making sure she was okay, he grabbed a bunch of tissue paper as he cleaned them up before he helped her pack up her skating luggage before they opened the door and left the rink wrapped up in each other’s love. Little did they know, both Coach Gaul and her assistant were staring at them appalled as they overheard them while going to the bathroom a while ago. 

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

the previous prompt has me kicking my feet

Caretaker keeps whumpee on their lap, wrapped in a jacket, held oh so tightly against their chest. The normally touch repulsed whumpee is keening under any skin to skin contact, as their nerves are fried with sensation. Mumbling something incoherent about something or other into caretakers shoulder.

caretaker is treating them for wounds/exposure/overall drugging, but it’s like trying to pull teeth. Whumpee is now at the point in their high that they’re figuring out ‘oh hey, I have a body’ and is wriggling.

(the post in question is HERE)

I hope you know, honest to god I screamed reading this. A good scream, a ‘oh i love what I just read’ scream. The idea of Caretaker just trying to wrangle Whumpee in their lap is killing me.

I feel like the situation would tow a very fine line between kinda hilarious and deeply unsettling. Because yes, having your typically reserved, serious Whumpee wriggling in your arms like a pouty child is a little funny. But also, seeing Whumpee act so deeply unlike themselves, so totally unable to control themselves, is undeniably unsettling.

It’s such a strange situation. It’s frustrating and terrifying, and it makes Caretaker feel deeply, deeply alone. Because even with them physically in their lap, Whumpee is still miles away.

I just imagine Whumpee clinging to Caretaker like a koala, legs wrapped around their torso and arms over their shoulders, head tucked into their neck. Despite how close they are, Caretaker can’t make out a single word they say.

Maybe Caretaker tries to crack a joke, tries to focus on the humor in the situation instead of the anxious protectiveness they feel at Whumpee’s current state. But when Whumpee looks up at them, eyes foggy with barely a hint of awareness, Caretaker’s forced, weak little smile crumbles.

Caretaker decides that tending to their injuries can wait. None of them seem life threatening, and it’s likely Whumpee isn’t even aware of them. Instead they sit there, rubbing comforting circles in one of the few unblemished parts on their back, and hope Whumpee returns to them sooner than later.

[quokkaholic]

The Triangle From Hell h.j pt. 2

Pt. 1

Synopsis: After hooking up with your long time fwb, he reveals he has feelings for someone else. A night out with friends helps ease the sting of the news, but at the end of the night you received an unexpected phone call.

Warnings/tags: MDNI, smut with minimal plot, unprotected (don't) pinv, afab reader who is lowkey bitchy, talk of alcohol consumption, cussing

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Feeling around the bed for you ringing phone, you don’t even bother opening your eyes. At this hour, you’d usually ignore it but since you had just been out with your friends, you need to make sure it’s not an emergency. The bright screen stings your sensitive eyes even with them squeezed tight shut as you turn to the side and lay the phone over your ear. 

“You okay?” You ask, cutting straight to the point with who you assume is one of your wasted friends. 

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?” The voice is so familiar but not who you expected. 

“Hannie? What do you want?” Your annoyance and exhaustion evident in your tone. 

“You told me to call!”

“Huh? No I did not. Go to bed!” Aiming hang up on the delusional man but halt your actions after hearing him shouting even when you had pulled the phone from your ear.

“Wait! I need to talk to you!”

“No you don’t! Ji, I’m hammered and so tired, I can’t play whatever game this is right now!”

He just whines your name in response to the sass you’re serving him, but with a half drunk, half already asleep brain, you don’t have the capacity to do this right. Calming your tone to show you’re serious about sleeping this off, you try to end the call peacefully,

“Han, is this an emergency?”

“Well, no, but it’s import—“

“Then it can wait till I wake up. Goodnight.” You say with finality and hang up the phone. Before you can try to decipher his words or even curse his name for keeping you awake, you fall into a dead sleep. 

Rapping on the front door stirs you from your deep slumber, the light peaking through the curtains signal it’s at least the next morning. Rolling over and shimmying further under the covers, you try to ignore the assumed solicitor, but the pounding is incessant. You find your phone again to check the time but instead you see a message from none other than Jisung.

“Bringing hangover remedy around noon <3”

You fling the covers to the side and falter as you drag yourself up to sitting to scan the room for something to throw on to answer the door. He called last night didn’t he? He said you told him to. You were sober when you saw him and have no memory of saying that. No, he was supposed to call his new girl…

You’ll blame the liquor for how long it took you to put two and two together. Your lackadaisical search for presentable clothes turns to a frantic rummaging through piles of clothes for literally anything to cover your bare form left over from being too drunk to put on pajamas but coherent enough to get out of your dirty clothes. After pulling on some shorts, you grab a tee off the floor and run for the door as you wrangle it over your head. Your sudden yanking open of the door surprises Han, frozen with one fist raised and the other clutching a grease stained paper sack from a local diner.

“You called ME!” you blurt out before he can even greet you.

“Uh yeah. That’s what I’m here to–” he begins to explain himself, but you reach for his free hand to pull him inside, intending to lead him straight to the bed. However, once inside, he gently pulls his hand back and places the takeout on the coffee table trying to regain control of the situation.

“Baby, I’m not here for that. I’m here to–” He’s trying to be romantic, but you’ve imagined this moment over and over for literal years; you’re done waiting.

“Just come to bed with me,”

“We at least need to talk first!” he protests.

“No we don’t. You’re here to confess your feelings for me,” you reveal his secret for him, not willing to even allow the possibility of him wimping out.

“I was supposed to say that,” he timidly whines, lips turning into a little pout, slight embarrassment tinting his cheeks pink.

“Doesn’t matter. I have feelings for you too, and have for, let’s see, forever,” you joke, mocking your own eons of yearning, feeling only slightly bad for stealing his moment. Without responding, Jisung grabs either side of your head and smashes his lips hard to yours, teeth almost clanking as neither of you can fight your cheek cramping grins, a little bit relieved he didn’t actually have to confess. Before the kissing cans get too heavy, Ji pulls away and opens his mouth like he’s about to start blabbering again.

“The longer we talk, the longer until you can fuck your girlfriend silly,” pointing out the unnecessary nature of this discussion.

“Girlfriend?” Han questions sweetly just to make sure he heard you correctly, and you nod in confirmation. He lets his loser show when he give a quick fist pump and hisses out a,

“Yessss,” through his goofy smile before practically pushing you towards your room. It isn't difficult; this is what you wanted all along. As soon as you both fall to the bed, your lips reconnect and limbs tangle together. This is obviously not your first time together. Hell, it wouldn’t even be the first time in the last 24 hours, but something just feels different even in just the kiss. Like all these years, you’d both been holding a little back, but now you can finally share every part of yourselves freely. It's so liberating and invigorating, you’re practically vibrating.

His familiar touch feels warmer as he glides his hands all over your cool skin under the shirt you haphazardly thrown on not ten minutes ago. The kiss is intense and passionate bordering on sloppy as you both lack much of any self control, desperate to meld together. Han massages the soft skin of your stomach and sides with one hand and the other travels higher to palm your breasts, gently pinching your sensitive nipples. Moaning into each other's mouths as you too allow your hands to explore his toned chest and back before planting them in his hair holding him firm to your bruising kiss.

The tension is rising impossibly fast, neither of you are interested in prolonged foreplay and endless rounds, you just want to connect on a primal level and finally let the love you had been holding back for so long to freely flow between you. You briefly separate to simultaneously rip off your clothes, craving the skin to skin.

Working along his jaw, you press wet kisses down pausing at the sweet spot on his neck to nip and lick, eager to mark up his chest for only you to see, earning soft whimpers he couldn’t hold back even if he wanted to. Han grips himself firmly at the base and lines up with your entrance, but instead of entering fully he just dips in to gather up some of your wetness. He glides himself through your folds before rubbing his dripping, flushed tip back and forth over your clit, drawing strangled moans from your throat with his teasing. He holds his length to your pussy with his thumb and rests his palm on your pubic area as he shallowly bucks against your lips causing mind numbing friction. The sultry, wet sound mixed with his moans have your head spinning.

“You sound so pretty, Ji,” you just must compliment him. You have to let your man know how much you adore him.

“Fuck, I love your noises, they make me so hard,” he groans out, diligently trying to focus so he can actually last long enough to get inside you. His movements slow, and he realigns with your opening. Tucking his face into the crook of your neck, he slides in, movements slightly jerky as he’s fight his instinct to ram into,

“Finally mine,” Han whispers, breath tickling your skin causing shiver and goosebumps to resonate from the area. 

“I’ve always been yours, Ji,” you correct without thinking.

“Ooouuh you can’t say that. I won’t last,” he confesses exasperated. When he bottoms out, he holds still to give you both a moment to collect yourselfs before he starts moving. You cling tight to one another as he pumps deep and slow. The moaning and mumbling of sweet words only pauses when one of you kiss along the other’s shoulder or neck. You’re quickly shaking under him and Ji’s thrusts are getting faster and more erratic. 

“I’m almost there, baby. Do you want me to stop?” He’s asking to be considerate of your enjoyment, but you aren’t confident that even if you said yes, he’d actually be able to. Lucky for him, his stopping is the very last thing you need right now as you can feel the knot in your stomach on the brink of unraveling.

“Please don’t stop, Jisung. I need you. Make me feel good,” you almost beg, needy for your release. At your words a long, deep groan rattles through Han’s chest and radiates into you through your connected fronts. Rhythmically tensing as waves of pleasure crashes over you as well before you both fall limp, the strength of your orgasms leaving you both gassed. 

You lay in eachothers arms for a while, whispering, sharing gentle kisses, but mostly just soaking up the feeling of not having to worry what your time together meant to the other or having to reel in your swelling hearts. After re-re-dressing, you move to the couch to watch shows and play some games where you’ll spend the rest of the day. Jinsung claims he's not hungry when you ask, but eats half of the breakfast sandwich and hashbrowns he brought. When you poke fun at his classic behavior, he defends himself claiming them as taxes for not only delivering but also re-heating them for you. You don’t fight his as he brought it to you perfectly warmed all the way though and still shirtless,

“God, you’re so hot. That girl you're into is a lucky woman,” Han just rolls his eyes. 

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pic creds x x x

A.n- Thanks for reading babes. I loved the concept from pt.1, but since it was my first fic, I wanted to do it justice by editing and making a pt.2.

-mo

Masterlist

[gerec]

cherik fanfics that they have an unhealthy dynamic but with a happy ending?

Anon you're asking about one of my ALL TIME FAVOURITE TROPES yes!!! Here's a post a made previously that you'll want to check out, though they don't necessarily have a happy ending:

Dysfunctional/Toxic Relationship

You'll find some duplicates below from that previous post, but these ones (and a few new additions) do have a 'happy' ending - though the definition can be up to interpretation lol. I hope you enjoy!!!

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Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.

The Ways We Bend (And Break And Mend) by RageSeptember

Six months after Washington Charles is well on his way to recover health, sanity and purpose, but not yet ready to accept Erik's overtures of reconciliation. When Erik decides to press the issue with an unexpected proposal, things quickly spiral out of control and both men are forced to confront not only their feelings for one another but the complicated nature of their desires as well.

Missed Connections by thatoldbroad

On a subway ride, a random stranger catches Charles's attention and from there his obsession begins.

I'm a bullet by Isolee

Since mother - since the house - since Cain - he's adapted. He can do anything. Now he wants something, and he suspects he might even deserve it. That, and the sight of a wedding ring on Lehnsherr’s left hand lands like a hit of something expensive in his blood stream.

Confetti In My Mouth by paperclipbitch

AU. “I’ve slept with all your models except for the one I’m related to,” Charles responds carelessly. “And so have you, before you make that face at me.”

Forwards by orphan_account

Erik tries to convince Charles that they are perfectly suited for each other. This takes time, conscience-wrangling, sex, biting, and fighting, in various combinations.

Everyday Love in Stockholm by tahariel

Magneto is the ruler of the posthuman world.

His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he's kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life's work and happiness.

The Bell's Toll by MonstrousRegiment 

XMFC/Nikkita crossover for a prompt in the Kinkmeme.

A sort of fusion between the two series, with a healthy (or not) dose of my own imagination. Charles Xavier goes to prison, and is recruited by a spy/assassin division of the government. Dismal a beginning as this might look, it unbelievably goes downhill. Erik, the necessary stoic ex-military man, gets sidled with him. Not a single person is amused.

Deep Cover by Subtilior (multiple endings including a happy one :D)

Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.

Got You Locked Down Like Police by brawlingdiscontent (1st of a series)

Mob AU. Logan’s straightforward ‘retrieval’ job gets complicated.

Paper Rings by vvividlyy (HOT OFF THE PRESSES IT'S AMAZING!!!)

Using sex to avoid his feelings is working great for Erik, until it doesn't.

[the5thcellar]

Hi, I recently stumbled upon your blog and I am so glad I did! While I’m very sorry for all the troll hate you’ve received, I like the sassy way you’re handling them. I’m trying to find the humor in why so many people are pressed and feel like they need to defend something that you haven’t even denied is real. And just because you have a different opinion, they cannot handle it. Reading your responses, and reading the responses of other people with whom I share similar sentiments, has made me laugh and feel better over the last week. I’ve been desperately trying to find other posts/people that have similar vibes because this whole… situation-ship has been a bit much. I also appreciate your reminder that “no matter how good a man seems, trying to justify anything they do is still a sure path to disappointment!” 

I was wondering if you had any thoughts about Luke’s social media lately? I’ve read some points about how messy his social media presence has been handled (or mishandled) over the past year+ and how it did not help with the way everything played out. Also, I feel like he’s either turned on notifs for Nic because he’s been very diligent about liking all her posts, or maybe, he’s finally gotten a team to handle it. I just feel like everyone is in crisis comms mode, trying to wrangle back control. Just genuinely curious because it’s what I’ve been pondering over for the last day or two. Thank you in advance for your time if you answer my ask!

I'm so sorry this took me awhile - I started replying it in the morning on the way to work but decided I needed to gather my thoughts more.

To the first part: I completely empathise with how the entire situation has just been so "much" - it really has. It seems so silly, but somehow, whether or not two people I DON'T KNOW are in love or not in love, are best friends or are not best friends - can affect so much of my mental and emotional wellbeing.

I know I'm being parasocial (it seems to be the internet buzzword of the moment). But let's be clear: almost EVERYONE online - everyone who has written in to my ask box, who has commented, who has liked - everyone on twitter and tiktok who has talked about this - they're all just as parasocial. Because we're all assuming and casting aspersions on people we do not personally know. No one online who engages in discourse has the moral or ethical high ground. We are ALL in the gutter together (that said - I believe the gutter has many levels 😂).

IN ANY CASE - I just want to assure you that what you're feeling is not some atypical affliction. It is normal to feel awful that something you believed in and something you felt happy about is untrue. It is normal to look for other people who feel the same because misery is always better with company. It is normal to feel disappointed even as you remind yourself that men have been useless since the dawn of time.

The best counter to all these sad, awful feelings is to remember that life is a cycle. That life is complex. And although I'm saying this for the millionth time - that life has many, many grey areas.

As a kid I thought Zanessa was everything. Then they broke up, and she got together with Austin whom I hated. For years I seethed at the very mention of them. And after almost a decade... they also broke up. And not even 2 years after that, she's married and with child.

For a long time I also thought Brangelina was everything - you can't imagine my devastation when they divorced and I found out Brad is a complete dirtbag. But at the same time that I felt this horrible upset - I'm sure TONS of other people were feeling vindicated because they were fans of Jen A.

There are just SO MANY other stories like that. I mean come on - JLo and Ben Affleck. On again, off again, finally made it to the altar ... and now they're headed for divorce.

Chris and Mariska - both married to other people for 27 bloody years (or maybe longer) - and still making it very clear they are each others soulmates - and NOT platonic ones btw.

Tony and Kerry - WHAT EVEN ARE THEY? Perhaps the only pair on the internet that has people rooting for cheating and affairs 😂

Lessons: don't let a long term boyfriend stop you from finding a husband. Don't let a husband stop you from finding your soulmate. Don't let your soulmate stop you from engaging in a late, great love affair.

All crazy, contradicting statements distilled from all the above real life stories.

It makes one thing very clear to me: I can believe what I want to believe about Luke and Nicola. Because no one fucking knows what is in the future. They could get together next month. Next year. When they're in their 70s. No one can tell me SHIT about what I believe - not when life is clearly full of incredible twists and turns.

So fuck it. Fuck the haters and the antis and the naysayers. I can ship them till the day I die and no one can tell me any different. Because how could they? They literally canNOT !

To the second part: this is an easy answer and there's no need to think too much into it. Luke's social media has simply undergone an extensive renovation by his agents and team in anticipation of him becoming a big star (whether or not that will actually happen remains to be seen). All highly personal, "non-aesthetic" posts of his have been archived - his posts are all related to work and his coworkers. He has many posts with Nicola because he / his team knows those get the most engagement - and the more engagement he gets, the better the IG algorithm works in his favour to push his OTHER, non-Nicola or Bridgerton related posts to people's feeds. I don't think anyone is in crisis comms mode tbh. Maybe Nicola panicked a bit after she posted that tiktok that everyone took wildly out of context. But beyond that I don't think the wider audience gives af who he's dating - it seems like his personal life is very big news only because we keep searching about it and talking about it and so it feels like EVERYONE is. But if you step outside the online bridgerton fandom bubble ..... no one cares. There is a HEFTY portion of netflix viewers who watch bridgerton without EVER going online to read about the actors.

Long story short I think Nicola and Luke will become even MORE conscious about what they post - but I don't believe there was a crisis in the true sense of the word. And although Luke's team clearly handles his socials he obviously has access to it as well. Btw - all celebs have someone who handles their socials I'm sure Nic does too, just that she's also on her own account a lot. I don't know if Luke has his notifs on for Nicola's posts but even if he does I don't believe his consistent likes mean anything much. I mean...he also diligently likes all of Antonia's posts 😂

Social media isn't much of an indicator of honesty to me ... as someone whose work heavily involves it, everything is curated to a disgusting degree.

What I put more stock in is what we can see - and what we can see of them when they DON'T think about being seen - which is to say, all the unconscious, natural moments between Nicola and Luke - the vibe around them both, and the easy way they breathe and exist together.

That's what makes me such a big believer in their bond.