#X-men ships

[nathanconnorakatigerbot]

who I ship Logan/Wolverine with

1.) Wade Wilson/Deadpool

2.) Ororo Munroe/Storm

3.) Jean Grey

[brunettemarionette]

@perseephoneee Ship Exchange Part 2!

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥!

Cas is an angel, but his deep empathy and loyalty align perfectly with yours. He would appreciate your ability to cut through small talk and get straight to the heart of things. As someone who struggles to understand human social norms, your sarcasm might confuse him at first, but he'd find it endearing over time. Plus, the whole "witchy things" vibe? He’s literally an angel—imagine the late-night philosophical debates on magic vs. celestial power.

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

Deep, philosophical midnight talks. The two of you sit under the stars, discussing free will, human emotions, and why mullets are an unforgivable crime.

You teach him sarcasm, and it backfires. He starts using it at the worst moments, confusing everyone, and you have to take responsibility.

He secretly collects small trinkets that remind him of you – A pressed sunflower, a guitar pick, a book page with your annotation. He carries them like charms.

𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗤𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀

Castiel: studying your guitar intently This is a fascinating tool. You: It’s just a guitar, Cas. Castiel: It makes you happy. Therefore, it is sacred.

Cas after someone insults you: "I suggest you leave before I introduce you to divine consequences."

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

Charlie Bradbury — She’d love your sarcasm, geek out over your musical talent, She LOVES your music and constantly hypes you up. You two would affectionately pick on the guys together.

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗣

Sam Winchester — he's a great guy, but he’s way too much of an overthinker and can be a bit too serious at times. While you’d both enjoy deep conversations, his constant self-guilt and tendency to disappear on people (for their "own good") would not sit well with your loyalty. You’d need someone who can match your sarcasm and wit, and Sam would either take it too personally or just not keep up.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴

Cosmic Love – Florence + the Machine You Are the Moon – The Hush Sound

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀

Falling in Love with Humanity – Castiel sees the beauty of life through you.

Stoic x Emotional – You bring out the depth in him, while he keeps you grounded.

"Who Did This to You?" Energy – Someone hurts you? Castiel is ready to smite.

𝗣𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲

Unspoken Feelings Until the Breaking Point

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞!

You both have that introverted, no-BS energy. Derek values deep, meaningful connections over small talk, so he'd appreciate your straight-to-the-point nature. He’s incredibly loyal and protective, which matches your own ride-or-die attitude. I can see you two having late-night conversations about life, trauma bonding in the best way, and just getting each other without needing to fill the silence.

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

You once told him sunflowers were your favourite, so now they randomly show up—on your porch, in your car, in the woods after a full moon. He'll never admit he’s the one leaving them.

Derek loves listening to you sing and play guitar, even if he never says it outright. Sometimes, he sits on the couch, pretending to read while secretly watching you.

Your wit is one of the only things that gets a smirk out of him. The pack is both entertained and mildly afraid of your combined energy.

𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗤𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀

Derek: grumbling I hate people. You: That’s not true. Derek: …I hate most people. You: There it is.

You: If I run and jump at you, will you catch me? Derek: No. You: runs and jumps anyway Derek, catches you: I hate you.

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

Stiles Stilinski — The two of you would absolutely gang up on Derek with sarcasm and chaos, and Derek would hate every second of it. The chaos between you two stresses Derek out daily.

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗣

...Stiles Stilinski — Look, Stiles is funny, smart, and loyal, but he’s also a chaotic mess. You’re introverted and emotionally deep, while he is nonstop energy, over-talking, and thrives on chaos. His constant need to fill silence would clash with your love for meaningful, quiet moments. You’d also get annoyed at his occasional immaturity—like, you’re out here being an ethereal, witchy, sunflower-loving queen, and he’s making Star Wars jokes 24/7. It would be fun at first, but eventually, you’d need a break.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴

Control – Halsey Take Me to Church – Hozier

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀

Grumpy x Sunshine – You’re the snarky, warm energy to his brooding intensity.

You’re the Only One Who Can Calm Him – Your presence keeps him from going full wolf-mode.

Hidden Softness – He acts tough, but you’re the only one who gets to see his gentle side.

𝗣𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲

Slow Burn to INTENSE Passion

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐦���� 𝐋𝐞𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 (𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭)!

Okay, hear me out—Remy is smooth, but your sarcasm would keep him on his toes. He’s flirty, charming, and has that mysterious bad-boy appeal, but he’s also deeply loyal to those he cares about. Your Ravenclaw intellect would challenge his street-smart wit, making for a dynamic and exciting relationship. Plus, exploring antique stuff? He lives for old, valuable treasures. You two would have the best dates, hunting for rare artifacts while he casually steals your heart (and maybe a few priceless items along the way).

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

Your sarcasm meets his flirtation head-on. Your banter is basically verbal sparring, and everyone around you is exhausted from watching.

He takes you on secret rooftop getaways, sneaking into antique shops after dark. You always find something odd to bring home.

He teaches you Cajun French – Mostly just pet names, like cher and mon amour.

𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗤𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀

Remy: You got a plan, chérie? You: Absolutely not. Remy, grinning: Now we talkin’.

You: If I had a dollar for every stupid thing you did, I’d be rich. Remy: If I had a dollar for every time you made my heart race, I’d be richer. You: That’s cheating.

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

Rogue — You two would bond over dealing with Gambit’s nonsense and long talks about self-discovery. She teases your relationship endlessly but is also your biggest supporter.

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗣

Cyclops (Scott Summers) — Absolutely not. He is the human embodiment of a wet blanket—too rigid, too much of a rule-follower, and way too serious. You’d make one sarcastic joke, and he’d just stare at you like you personally offended his entire existence. You need someone who challenges you, not someone who follows the rulebook like it’s gospel.

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴

Love Me Like You Do – Ellie Goulding I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys

𝗥𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀

Flirt Wars – You two compete over who can make the other flustered first.

The Charming Thief & The Sarcastic Intellectual – He’s all charisma and smooth talking; you keep him grounded with logic and wit.

Chaotic Couple Energy – You two cause problems on purpose, but you always have fun doing it.

𝗣𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲

Partners in Crime

[langernameohnebedeutung]

My favourite little x men thing is when someone is like "Give up, Magneto! You stand no chance against this plastic weapon/gun/suit I have built!"

And Magneto is like "I see. Whatever will I do."

and throws the surrounding infrastructure at them.

[boonjur]

Just me my wife and our 300 lbs boyfriend

[kazodus]

came to me in a dream

[ro-bee]

drew some lesbians

[bigimango]

The different vibes i get from the two ship names for these guys

Nightwolves is them knowing each other best, providing comfort and trusting each other.

Logurt is two idiot best friends in love

[wingo5]

Themb :3

[v4mpyyr-exe]

gay people can't just kiss and say I love you they always gotta do some shit like this

Hey, since this is getting attention, me and my friend have a discord server (16+ !!!!!!)

[jennipond]

"the hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood."

"but they cradled me, yes?"

[bread-blogs]

First we got Scott whispering to Logan, "Don't you dare break her heart. Be the best at what you do. Heal."

Then we got, "She can't say it. But I can... I love you, Logan. Stay with me."

Can y’all be NORMAL about this man?

[anotherlikeyou]

Ah shit, here we go again

[slut4megantheestallion]

•｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅Threesome w/ ElliVi

Pairings: Ellivi x fem! reader

Warnings ⚠️: Mdni, Smut, Dom!ellie, Dom!vi, threesome, polyamorous relationship, fingering, strap-on sex, overstimulation, dumbification, sex toys, pussy slaps, slight degradation, heavy praise, aftercare, soft!Ellivi dynamic at the end.

The room is dimly lit, the low hum of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls of your apartment. You're sprawled across the mattress, legs trembling as Ellie grips your thighs, her calloused fingers digging into your skin.

"Look at you," she muses, her voice thick with amusement, running her two fingers teasingly through your soaked folds. "Already so needy, huh?"

Before you can even stammer out a response, Vi chuckles from behind, her rough hands ghosting up your torso before grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so her lips hover just near your ear.

"She loves being our dumb little thing," Vi murmurs, voice smooth yet edged with something dangerous, something possessive. "Don't you, babe?"

A whimper is all you manage before Ellie delivers a sharp slap to your clit, making you jolt. Your body betrays you, pushing further into her touch even as the sting lingers.

"Use your words," Ellie demands, her other hand tightening around your thigh. Vi presses a soft kiss to your jaw before adding, "Or we'll have to make you beg for it."

Your head spins, caught between them, bodies warm, eyes dark with hunger.

Ellie’s fingers stay at your entrance, teasing, barely dipping inside before pulling back out, making you squirm. "She's already making such a mess," Ellie mutters, dragging her fingers through your slick before pressing them against your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

Vi smirks, still holding your jaw. "She's always does. She's our good little thing, aren't you?" Her voice is deep, taunting, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod quickly, panting, but Ellie’s grip on your thigh tightens. "Nah, none of that nodding shit," she corrects, pressing a little harder against your clit before giving it another sharp slap, making you whimper. "Tell us."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Y-Yeah, I'm your good girl."

Vi grins, satisfied, and kisses down your jaw, down your neck, nipping at your skin. "That's right."

Ellie pulls away, reaching to the side for something, and when you hear the familiar sound of a cap being popped open, your body tenses in anticipation. "Relax, babe," Ellie coos, coating her fingers in lube before bringing them back to your dripping cunt. "We're gonna take care of you."

Vi shifts beside you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she leans back against the headboard, pulling you onto her lap. The feeling of her bare skin against yours makes you whine, especially when her toned thighs press against yours, spreading you open. "Hold her still, Vi." Ellie instructs, and Vi doesn't hesitate, keeping a firm grip on your waist,leaving you completely exposed.

Ellie wastes no time, pushing two fingers inside with ease, the stretch making you gasp. She curls them immediately, brushing against that perfect spot that has your body arching against Vi. She chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah? Feels good, huh?"

You can't even respond before Ellie adds a third finger, thrusting them at a steady rhythm, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Your hips buck, but Vi holds you down easily, strong arms keeping you in place. "So desperate," Ellie teases, pressing her thumb against your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "What do you think, Vi? Think she can take more?"

Vi hums, dragging her fingers down your stomach before spreading your folds apart even more, watching Ellie’s fingers disappear into you. "She can take more," Vi confirms, her voice thick with lust. "But she's already getting dumb on just your fingers, babe."

Ellie grins, slowing her movements, pulling her fingers out almost entirely before slamming them back in, making you cry out. "Aw, are we already fucking you stupid?"

Your head falls back against Vi's shoulder, your body trembling, only able to whimper. Vi tuts, her fingers coming up to your chin, tilting your face towards hers. "C"mon, sweetheart," she murmurs, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against your lips. "You can give us a real answer, can't you?"

Ellie picks up the pace, fucking you open with her fingers, the wetness dripping down onto Vi's thigh. "Answer her, baby," Ellie taunts, adding another sharp slap to your clit that sends a jolt through your entire body.

Your voice is weak, barely coherent. "Y-Yeah- feels so good"

Vi chuckles, pressing another kiss to your lips before muttering, "That's our girl."

Ellie fingers suddenly disappear, leaving you empty, making you whine. "Don't pout." Ellie coos mockingly, reaching for something else. When you hear the distinct sound of a vibrator clicking on, your breath catches.

Vi grins against your skin, her hands keeping you spread open. "Oh, you're in for it now, baby."

Ellie presses the toy against your already overstimulated clit, and the moment the vibrations hit, your whole body jerks. "Oh, look at her," Ellie taunts, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. "She's shaking."

Vi tightens her grip as you struggle against the overwhelming sensation, pressing her lips to your ear. "Be good for us, sweetheart. We're just getting started."

Your legs are trembling, body struggling to keep up with the relentless pleasure Ellie and Vi are giving you. The vibrator stays pressed against your clit, Ellie watching you with a smirk as your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Poor thing," Ellie taunts, eyes flicking up to your dazed expression. "Already so fucked out."

Vi hums in agreement, kissing the side of your neck. "And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet."

The best part.

Your whimper is swallowed by Vi's mouth as she pulls you into a deep kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip before soothing it with her tongue. Ellie, on the other hand, is focused - watching every little movement, every shudder, every sharp inhale as she turns up the intensity of the toy.

Your body jolts. "Ellie! I-"

"Shhh, baby," Ellie coos mockingly. "You can take it."

Vi grips your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Yeah, you can, sweetheart. You're our good little thing, remember?"

Ellie suddenly pulls the vibrator away, leaving you gasping at the loss, and moves back, reaching for something. You barely have a second to register what it is before you hear the low hum of another toy - a strap, the silicone glistening as Ellie coats it in lube.

"Think she's ready, Vi?" Ellie asks, stroking the toy slowly.

Vi smirks, shifting beneath you. "I think we should stretch her a little more. Make sure she can really take both of us."

Your breath hitches. Both?

Ellie’s grin turns wicked as she guides the tip of the strap against your soaked entrance, teasing, just barely pressing in before pulling back. "Oh, you like the sound of that, huh?"

Your hips try to chase the toy, desperate, but Vi tightens her grip. "Ah, ah," she scolds, pressing a hand to your stomach to keep you still. "Be patient, sweetheart."

Ellie pushes in slowly, watching with dark eyes as the strap disappears inch by inch. The stretch makes you moan, head falling back against Vi's shoulder as your body adjusts.

Vi presses soft kisses to your jaw. "That's it, baby. Take it."

Ellie bottoms out with a low groan, her hands gripping your hips. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so good." She pulls out almost entirely before snapping her hips forward, setting a slow, deep rhythm that has your breath hitching.

Vi chuckles, her hand trailing down your stomach, fingers finding your clit. "Look at you," she murmurs. "Taking Ellie so well."

The combination of Ellie deep thrusts and Vi's teasing fingers has your mind spiraling, pleasure overwhelming every inch of your body. You can barely form a coherent thought, words slurred as you whimper and moan for them.

Ellie leans in, her voice husky. "Bet you can't wait for Vi to stuff you full too, huh?"

Vi presses a kiss behind your ear. "We're gonna ruin you, sweetheart."

And the night is so far from over.

Ellie doesn't let up, her hips snapping forward with precise, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing a choked moan from your lips. The stretch is intoxicating, the way her strap drags against your walls, making your whole body shudder. Vi's fingers don't stop either- two of them rubbing slow, teasing circles over your swollen clit, keeping you right on the edge but not letting you fall over.

"Shit," Ellie groans, watching the way your body reacts to her. "She's so fuckin' tight."

Vi hums, pressing her lips to the side of your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. "She always is," she murmurs, her free hand coming up to cup your throat - not squeezing, just holding you there, making you feel completely at their mercy. "Our dumb little baby can barely handle it, huh?"

Your head feels light, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. "I- Ellie- Vi, Please-"

Ellie grins, snapping her hips harder. "Please what, baby?"

Vi chuckles, her grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. "Gotta be specific, sweetheart. What do you need?"

The words are struck in your throat, too lost in the overwhelming sensation of Ellie pounding into you and Vi's fingers torturing your clit. Your body is trembling, overstimulated, but desperate for more, your mind going blank as the pleasure builds higher and higher.

Ellie slows her thrusts, pulling out almost completely before dragging the tip of the strap through your soaked folds, teasing. "C'mon," she coaxes, pressing the tip back in just enough to make you whimper. "Use your words."

Vi's grip on your throat tightens again, just for a moment, before she releases you entirely. "She's getting too dumb to think straight," she teases, voice thick with amusement. "Already gone, huh, baby?"

Ellie smirks. "Guess we'll just have to keep fucking her stupid, then."

Before you can process her words, Ellie slams back in, harder this time, setting a ruthless pace that has you crying out, back arching against Vi. She groans, her hands gripping your waist to hold you still. "Fuck, watching her get wrecked like this is so fucking hot."

Ellie’s breath is heavy, her hands digging into your hips. "You ready for her?" She asks, voice strained with hunger.

Vi smirks against your shoulder. "Oh, I've been ready."

Your body is still shaking when Ellie pulls out completely, leaving you feeling empty, your cunt clenching around nothing. Before you can whine in protest, Vi is shifting beneath you, guiding you to straddle her lap.

Her strap presses against your entrance, slick with arousal, and she doesn't waste any time, hands gripping your hips as she pushes in, stretching you open all over again. Your head falls forward against her shoulder, a broken moan leaving your lips as she bottoms out, filling you up completely.

"Fuck," Vi growls, her grip tightening. "She's gripping me so tight."

Ellie chuckles, moving behind you, her hands running up your sides before gripping your ass, spreading you open. "She's always a greedy little thing."

Before you can even catch your breath, you feel the blunt tip of Ellie’s strap pressing against your entrance again, right alongside Vi's, making your entire body jolt.

"Wait -" Your voice is barely above a gasp, brain short-circuiting at the realization of what they're about to do.

Vi tilts your head up, forcing you to look at her. "You can take it, sweetheart," she murmurs, lips brushing against yours. "You're our good girl, aren't you?"

Ellie presses in slowly, the stretch almost unbearable, your walls struggling to accommodate both of them at once. The burning sensation makes you whimper, but the sheer fullness has your head spinning, pleasure, and pain blurring together.

Vi kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans. "That's it," she breathes, her fingers gripping your hips tighter. "Taking both of us so well."

Ellie groans from behind you, her hands kneading your ass. "Fuck, she's squeezing us so tight."

Once they're both fully inside, they stay still for a moment, letting you adjust. Your body is trembling, every muscle taut, but the overwhelming fullness has you feeling drunk on pleasure, mind hazy, and incoherent.

Ellie moves first, pulling out slightly before snapping her hips forward, forcing a cry from your lips. Vi follows her lead, thrusting up into you, matching Ellie’s movements perfectly, their rhythm synchronized to wreck you completely.

The sensation is overwhelming, your body caught between them, every nerve ending burning with pleasure. Each thrust has you seeing stars, their hands gripping you tightly, keeping you in place as they fuck you mercilessly.

Ellie leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re so fucking ruined, baby.”

Vi chuckles darkly, dragging her nails down your back. “And we’re not done yet.”

They keep going, thrusting in perfect unison, stretching you open, fucking you so deep that your mind goes completely blank. You’re barely aware of your own voice, barely aware of anything except them—except the way they own you, body and mind, claiming you as theirs.

The only thing you know for sure is that you’re not coming out of this night the same.

Your body feels weightless, mind completely blank as the overwhelming pleasure finally peaks. The coil inside you snaps violently, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in relentless succession. Your body tenses, then completely melts between them, a wrecked moan slipping past your lips as your vision blurs.

Ellie and Vi don’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until your whole body is trembling uncontrollably. Your legs shake, your arms go weak, and all you can do is let them hold you up as they push you past your limit.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Ellie groans from behind you, her hands gripping your waist tightly, anchoring you to her. “So fuckin’ pretty when she cums.”

Vi hums, watching the way your body reacts, how you’re still spasming around them, completely spent. “She’s done, babe,” Vi murmurs, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. “We wrecked her.”

Ellie sighs, slowing her thrusts before finally pulling out, leaving you feeling empty but relieved. Vi follows, carefully easing you off her strap before laying you down on the bed. The moment your back hits the mattress, your entire body goes limp, completely spent.

A warm hand brushes over your cheek, grounding you. "Breathe, baby," Ellie murmurs, her voice softer now, all teasing gone. “You good?”

You try to nod, but you’re too exhausted to move. A small, satisfied smile tugs at Vi’s lips. “She’s out of it.”

Ellie chuckles, flopping onto the bed beside you while Vi shifts to the other side, both of them surrounding you. “She took us so well,” Ellie praises, running her fingers through your damp hair. “So fuckin’ good for us.”

Vi hums in agreement, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You did so good, sweetheart.”

The shift in their dynamic is immediate—where before they were teasing and relentless, now they’re soft, careful, taking care of you in every way possible.

Vi moves first, slipping off the bed to grab a warm, damp cloth. Ellie stays beside you, her calloused fingers tracing soft patterns against your bare skin, grounding you. “You with us, babe?” Ellie murmurs, voice low and soothing.

You manage a small hum of acknowledgment, eyes fluttering open to meet hers. The corner of her lips twitch in a lazy smile. “There she is.”

Vi returns, gently wiping between your legs, cleaning you up with slow, delicate movements. “Tell us if anything feels too sensitive,” she murmurs.

The touch is warm and comforting, and you sigh softly, sinking into the bed. Ellie leans over, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. “You need water, babe?”

You nod faintly, throat dry, and Vi immediately grabs a water bottle from the nightstand, helping you sit up just enough to take a few small sips. Ellie watches with a soft smirk. “See? We take care of our girl.”

Vi hums, setting the water aside once you’re finished. “That’s ‘cause she’s ours.”

A warmth spreads through your chest at their words, at the way they’re both looking at you—soft, protective, completely wrapped around your finger.

Ellie shifts, tucking herself against your side, draping an arm over your waist while Vi slides in on your other side, pulling the blankets up to cover the three of you. You’re warm, safe, completely surrounded by them.

“You feel okay?” Vi asks, voice quieter now, brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

You nod again, melting into the comfort of their embrace. “Yeah,” you murmur, voice slightly hoarse. “I feel… really good.”

Ellie chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your bare shoulder. “Good. ‘Cause we’re not lettin’ you go anywhere.”

Vi smirks, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

Their arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer, their warmth seeping into your skin. Your body is sore, completely spent, but the comfort of being between them makes every ache worth it.

Ellie presses one last kiss against your skin, her voice dipping into something fond. “Get some sleep, baby.”

Vi hums in agreement, her voice the last thing you hear before exhaustion fully takes over.

“We got you.”

[memientom0ri]

Similarities between Inhun/457 and Hannigram; personal analysis of the attitudes that connect these characters 💭

Starting with actor Lee Byung Hun's face. I don't even need to go into details...

• Villain disguised as a hero;

Inho/001 x Hannibal Lecter

Both wear a good guy disguise to get close to and mentally and psychologically manipulate their "target" of obsession, taking actions to impress and defend the target that sometimes make us question their villainy towards the good guy.

Both Inho and Hannibal seem to be desperately searching for a trace of understanding and similarity in someone towards themselves. Hannibal became obsessed with Will when he saw this similarity in him (both characters misunderstood by society, mentally broken and with difficulties in expressing and understanding their own emotions), and just like the cannibal, Inho saw something similar in Gihun, therefore, feeling the need to, somehow, get close to him to keep him under his control.

"But Inho and Gihun are completely different", yes, just like Hannibal and Will; that doesn't stop the characters from identifying with each other psychologically.

In my opinion, Inho saw in Gihun an ambition and confidence that piqued his interest. "But Gihun is not ambitious or self-centered" No, he is not, not materially speaking. Gihun's ambition comes from the will he has over the things he sets out to do. He is ambitious about what he wants and this ambition is accompanied by a hyper-empathy bordering on masochism, considering that Gihun returned to the game not only because of his desire to end it, but because of the guilt of having survived when people died, because of the desire to prevent other deaths. This hyper-empathy also shows up in other scenes, and this is where Will comes in.

• The hyper-empathetic good guy;

Will Graham × Seong Gihun

Unlike Will's hyper-empathy, which manifests itself through his ability to put himself in the Assassin's shoes and mentally experience the murders, Gihun's empathy is blatant, making us feel a little angry and uncomfortable with the situations in which 456 puts himself by thinking more about others than about himself. A scene that left me in agony was in season 2, in the first game, where he runs from the safe area to pick up a man who was shot in the leg. The man would have been killed anyway, but he insisted on picking him up with less than 30 seconds to go.

Unlike 456's blatant empathy, which almost makes him seem naive in several scenes (like when he gives his only extra ammunition to Inho to save himself in the future), Will's empathy is more "dark" and firm. Will doesn't trust people easily, much less Hannibal, while 456 trusts Inho/001 right away and from the first contact they are inseparable.

• Jealousy, Control and Possessiveness

I think that after their faces, these are the characteristics that Hannibal and Inho have most in common. Neither of them want their good boys to have anyone other than themselves. We can see Hannibal eliminating the people who get close to Will throughout the series, but with Inho, we follow the stages and moments of this jealousy until it reaches its peak (the final episode that resembles Mizumono). Inho observed Gihun's interactions with Jungbae (Gihun's longtime friend) in silence, just processing each moment and creating a mental bomb that would explode in the future (like when Jungbae made Gihun laugh, at night in the dorms, and the scene cuts to 001 listening under the bed in total DISGUST).

• Mizumono

Both villains analyzed here need to control their targets of obsession, manipulating them and trying to build a home in their heads, and when they realize they have been "betrayed", that's when the bomb explodes.

Hannibal felt betrayed by Will when he learned that he was helping in a plan against him behind his back (but we know that Will was so confused about his feelings and morality that he didn't even know who to go with), and then killed Abgail in front of him after a heartbreaking speech.

Inho felt betrayed by Gihun when, during a shootout in the player vs. soldier attack, Gihun said he would go inside to find the way out. Inho asked: "Shall I go with you?", and Gihun simply said that Jungbae would go with him. Later, Jungbae asks 456 why he chose him and not 001 who is more skilled with weapons, and Gihun answers that he chose him because they are friends. The next scene suggests that Inho, disappointed, listened behind the communicator, but we don't know if the communicators were on or not...

It's worth noting the expression on Inho's face when Gihun said that Jungbae was the one who would...

(POOR GUY 456 APOLOGIZE TO HIM AND TAKE HIM WITH YOU NOW

The Mizumono between 456 and 001 happens thanks to this event, when, later, after putting on his masked Boss costume, Inho goes to Gihun and Jungbae on the stairs. Just like Hannibal, he says heartbroken words (less dramatic and more angry) and eliminates Jungbae in front of Gihun.

Both killed people close and important to their targets out of possessiveness and hurt, out of a sick and incomprehensible feeling of betrayal; feelings that only they understand.

How can little sweet creatures like this be so DESTRUCTIVE.

There doesn't seem to be a need and mutual dependence in 457 like there is in Hannigram (at least not yet, there's still one season left), the obsession and interest come from Inho, but there is a notable chemistry and tension, smiles and exchanges of OBVIOUS glances.

I know that Hannigram is complex and very intense, I'm not making an extremely serious comparison, but rather recording some points that I observed and since I love both couples, I wanted to do this. The depth of the characters is obviously different, we're just making a fan observation here. ♡