#circe x the bride

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pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!Reader

words: 2100

summary: With the Queen and your betrothed Jacaerys’ delayed arrival, you are left in charge of the day’s council meeting. When one of the lords starts to speak of a possible bedding ceremony for your upcoming wedding, your thoughts begin to spiral badly…

warnings: the lords in Rhaenyra’s council being perverts and dicks, talks of misogynistic traditions and predatory behavior of men, sexism and misogyny, panic attacks, Jacaerys being a protective betrothed, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, crying, hopeful ending

a/n: I cooked this up so quickly, but I was very inspired yesterday - thank you so much to the anon who sparked a conversation about bedding ceremonies in my asks and with it, my inspiration for this idea! <3 this is for you :*

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When the messenger arrived at the council room and announced the delayed arrival of the Queen and her son, you had been optimistic for a moment.

Jacaerys and you, a team ever since your shared childhood and since recently betrothed with the blessings of his mother and family, had led council meetings like this together before and you were no stranger to the strategies and logistics of the war and Rhaenyra’s efforts in it. You just had not done it by yourself before.

You nodded in thanks to the messenger and turned back to the assembly of Rhaenyra’s lords around the table with a polite smile. It was only a matter of time until her and Jace would make their return from the dragon’s caves and until then, you’d do your best to begin today’s conversation.

“Well then, my lords.” You nodded to yourself and took a deep breath, looking into the round with openness. “I believe we’ll continue where we’ve left off yesterday? Is there any news yet of Daemon’s stay at Harrenhal? We could-“

“There is another matter of importance we thought we could discuss with you, my princess.” One of the lords interrupted you, a cool smile on his face as you leaned back in your seat. You cocked an eyebrow at him to continue despite your sentence being left unfinished. “Since the wedding with the prince Jacaerys will occur in the upcoming months, it would be wise to discuss the bedding ceremony sooner rather than later.”

Something in you went very, very still.

You blinked at him before you looked into the other men’s faces. They seemed to be in agreement of this rapid topic change. “The…bedding ceremony?”

“Yes, it is of grand importance to ensure the consummation of marriage between two newly-weds.” He explained to you, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his old mouth. “It’s an old tradition and the lords and I believe it is best to follow it with the young and lovely union of the prince and you.”

You swallowed against the dryness in your throat, your hands suddenly clammy with unsureness. “I have not talked to Jace about such a thing. The Queen hasn’t spoken to me about it either. That’s…-What if me and Jacaerys are against it?”

A few of them chuckled as if you had made a good jest.

“My princess, is it not really a matter of choice, if you understand.” One of them explained to you before he suddenly turned away from you and addressed the others: “The wedding will be held here at Dragonstone as we know and I thought of a crowd of perhaps a dozen, mostly members of the family and this council, of course. After the celebrations, the prince will lead his bride away in the company of the Queen’s loyal and trusted advisors and then, the marriage will be consummated in a room large enough for the ceremony.”

You opened your mouth to object, but found your voice had simply vanished.

“Will there be sheets as proof in the morning?”

“I would actively support it.”

“There are clothes here at Dragonstone suited for such a ceremony, I am sure we will have them before the wedding takes place.”

“A purity test accomplished by a maester might be sufficient beforehand as well-“

You felt yourself drifting away from the conversation, one that circled around you and yet did not include you at all. Staring at the table in front of you, you felt your breath quicken as a distant howl swept through your mind, drowning out their voices as they went on and on.

In your mind, you saw yourself being led into a fully lit room. The dress you wore was thin and barely hiding your body, your arms protectively crossed in front of yourself as you shivered. The bed chamber was crowded all the way back to the tapestry of the walls with men regarding you coolly. Their hunger for the curves barely hidden underneath your dress was evident in their eyes, yet you had to walk on until you reached the middle of the room. Jacaerys was waiting, his own expression blank and without any emotion for you as he took your hand and led you to bed. There were a thousand eyes on you and you felt numb, your body screaming in protest, your mind begging you to shout at them to leave as Jace mechanically began to kiss your neck-

The wide doors of the hall opened and the men seated around you abruptly stood, their wrinkly hands brushing over their attires. The Queen was here.

You remained in your seat, your mind having drawn itself back to a hidden part in yourself, blankly staring at the fidgeting hands in your lap. When you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, the touch so familiar it could’ve been your own, you closed your eyes for just a moment. Jacaerys had come with her.

“What is going on?” Rhaenyra demanded to know, walking around the big table as she took in your uncharacteristic quiet state.

When your betrothed raised your hand to his lips in greeting, you looked up and bit your lip at Jace’s worried expression. The taste of iron coated your lips and only now you realized you had bitten your lip so badly, it had started to bleed. The pain was almost a relief.

“Are you alright?” Jace murmured, his hand delicately cupping your cheek and making you shudder. Your eyes were glassy, your cheeks red from shame and suddenly, a strong urge to cry shot through you, so intense you barely could fight it. “What is it, my love?”

You shook your head, avoiding his searching gaze.

The shame burned hotly through you and you wanted to shrink into your seat until you could escape these old devils. One of them, who had started this whole discussion about the ceremony in the first place, cleared his throat. “Your Grace, we were discussing possible arrangements for the wedding of the prince and his betrothed. There have been no mentions of the traditional bedding ceremony yet and the lords and myself were worried that-“

Rhaenyra frowned with a disgusted curl of her lips. “A bedding ceremony? There hasn’t been a tradition like this in my generation. Why would we burden the next with such an old piece of the past?”

You could sense Jace tensing beside you, his face dark as he stared at the lord. Would he look at you like this too, when the happiest day of your life would end with having to sleep with each other in front of dozens? Your chest hurt as you struggled to breathe normally.

“The princess has expressed similar concerns, but there are ways…There could be a thin veil draped over the sides of the bed.” Another suggested generously and you felt your stomach turn itself over. “Of course, it cannot shield the pair fully from the observer’s eyes. They have to be in sight, so it can be assured that she’s-“

“There will be no bedding ceremony.” Jace cut him off, close to snarling as he flexed his hand on the hilt of his sword. He remained by your side, his stance protective of you and intimidating. “Neither my mother or myself have been consulted about this before and the fact that you’ve preyed on an opportunity to bring it up in front of the princess is close to treason. And yet you’ve dared to speak of such inappropriate matters in front of my betrothed, your future Queen? I could have you hanged by the cliffs of Dragonstone for such perverted behavior.”

“My prince, with all respect, it simply is tradition. It has to be guaranteed that on the night of her wedding, the bride is a maiden-“

The sound of your chair screeching over the floor broke through the room as you stood up. The sound of your own breath was too loud in your eyes, the lump in your throat only growing by the second. “If you would excuse me, Your Grace, I’m not feeling well.”

Jacaerys stood with you, but as he reached for your hand, you had already slipped away and quickly made your escape towards the wide doors, trying to breathe against the numbing panic in your lungs.

You blindly walked down the long corridor, ignoring the questioning looks of the guards standing on the sides. Would they be there as well, to witness yours and Jace’s union, eyes on your naked body when Jace had to deflower you in front of an audience?

You choked on a sob, the tears running freely down your cheeks now, the pain in your chest only expanding from keeping it inside for so long. You had never experienced a panic like this before, a powerful tide washing all rational thoughts away and sending your brain into overdrive.

Behind you, quick footsteps were approaching and before you knew it, Jacaerys had overtaken you and blocked your path, taking your upset state in with wide eyes. Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously and you came to a halt, noting how far and fast you had walked away from the council room.

“My love…” Jacaerys mumbled quietly and stepped closer and somewhere inside of you, a dam burst and he caught you as you fell into his arms, your body wrecked with heartbreaking and breathless sobs. He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you against his chest and letting you cry, his own heart aching at the stress vibrating through your body.

“I don’t want them to see…” You sniffled miserably against his shoulder, his arms tightening protectively around your waist, one of his hands resting on the back of your head and stroking your hair. “I want our wedding night to be ours, I don’t want them in the room with us, I don’t want any of it.”

“I’m not going to allow it.” He assured you calmly, suppressing his own anger for the sake of your peace of mind. Later, he’d had time to rage and forge the feeling into action, but now the only thing that mattered was you. “They have no right to make these rules for us. You and I decide, together, okay?”

You nodded, your anxiety slowly beginning to ebb away and leaving the council room and its members behind you.

“I am so sorry I was not there with you.” Jacaerys regretfully whispered against your temple, soothingly stroking your back as you rested your tear-streaked face against his neck. “I am not going to let this slide. And I am serious, my love, I promise you; there will be no bedding ceremony, I’m not going to let them expose you like this.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your eyes still shimmering with worried tears. “And what if we have to? I can’t do this, Jace, I would rather die-“

He gently shushed you and gently rested his forehead against yours, willing you to take big and deep breaths with him until you were breathing in sync and your shivering stopped. “We don’t have to do anything. You and I, we’ll be king and queen someday and I will not accept any disrespect towards you, not today or when we’re married, alright?”

You nodded slowly, exhaling deeply as you allowed yourself to sink against him, letting yourself be held and gently swayed from side to side. Slowly but surely, your heart stopped hurting and the clouds in your mind dissolved until you only felt him.

“Alright.” You whispered back after a while and his lips on yours, featherlight and oh so gently, were a relief after such moments of stress. When you separated and looked into each other’s eyes, you added quietly: “I want this, with you. All of it. I want our first time together to be special and a memory we’ll cherish forever.”

“And it will be, I promise.” He soothed you. “These old pathetic men will do good to remember their place before I’ll unleash Vermax on them.” He added jokingly and even managed to make you giggle a little bit at the mental image. “You know how Vermax adores you, he’ll eat them in one piece and spit them out, because they’re disgusting.”

You snorted tiredly and nuzzled his neck in affection, not ready to separate yourself from him just yet.

“My mother will deal with them.” Jace promised you darkly, a revengeful shimmer in his fierce eyes as he wiped the last of your tears away with his thumb. “And when she’s done with them, I will make sure as well they’ll remember who they answer to, my queen.”

He would deal with this.

And after he had put those foul men in their place, he’d make sure you’d be the happiest you could be and your wedding would be perfect and just the way the two of you had imagined for so long…

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[satoshy12]

"Brides" of Pariah dark and "Mothers" of the heir

The few times the Justice League and similiar needed help, they summoned those beings from the contract they found. Be it to make all of Darkseid's army gone; they couldn't hurt Darkseid, but all of his parademons were gone from earth. The flying eyeballs just wanted them to sign the papers; it has nothing to do with souls or anything similar. Just being the "brides" of a dead and sealed king, nothing else, free will, and all that they would still just stay there. After a few heroes, magical and similar looked over and said a magical vow. Yes, their contract is just on paper, but they have no idea why. The heroes accepted, and a few females signed the papers. +

The Observants were happy, making sure the new young prince, after his metamorphosis phase (think of the JJK Cursed Womb where Danny is inside), would be able to take the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire. And not be turned insane. That means they can finally give someone else the paperwork! What the people didn't know was that the contract changed Danny's DNA again and again, so he could bear the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage easier. So Danny had many extra moms next to Pariah.

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The people in DC started summoning the observers and others for easy things too, like Villainess used poison ivy for extinct plants, Circe for a Magic Book, and even Talia al Ghul used them. Or important things like Hawgirl used their help against the Gordanians armies; the robots seem to have a huge joy in hunting them that they had sent. The Thanagarians won the war! While they are only on paper "married" to King Pariah Dark, they didn't see many problems with it. Then summoning stopped! They didn't come anymore. +

In the Ghost Zone The young prince had woken up from the metamorphosis, able to take the ring and crown without problems. They no longer needed the mortars. So they kind of forgot and ignored them for the time being. + DC verse After a time, the people who signed the contract saw an invitation to a wedding for their child! They really should have read the full contract!

That was how they learned they had a child, as Danny got married and the Box Ghost sent the papers of invitation to the wedding to the parents of the groom and bride. A/N For marriage Either Danny x Sam and or Val Or A Dc Character danny x Zatanna or Cassie

Good meaning Observants

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Hot & Cold - Chapter 4

(Dr. Phosphorus x fem!reader)

Synopsis: As much as you want to move on from last night, Phosphorus is making it really hard by looking so hot during battle. He even ends up saving you during battle, so you thank him later on in the bathroom.

Notes: Deviation from canon timeline and events from here on out.

CW: graphic violence (not as graphic as the show), more burning. very minor smut

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Alexi pulled up to Nina and The Bride’s location, and everyone rushed into the decrepit mansion looming ahead of you. Inside, you found The Bride, chained up and duct taped.

“It’s a trap of some sort!” Phosphorous shouted.

You all fanned out, preparing for an ambush any moment. After seeing no signs of anyone, Flag ripped the tape of The Bride’s mouth to ask where they were.

“They’re gone!” she shouted.

They bickered for a moment until G.I asked her where Nina was. G.I ran to find her while Phosphorus melted the chains of The Bride.

“Circe and the Sons attacked you… and then they just left you here alive? Why would they do…”

Realization hit you all at the same time.

“Everyone, back to the castle, now!”

You all ran back to the van and got in, this time trying to accommodate for Nina’s new bathtub. Alexi sped off towards the castle, literally running one of the Sons over when you arrived. The Bride and Flag went out guns blazing, casually walking as they shot down the Sons. One guy with a machine guy tried to shoot down Phosphorus, and you watched as he stood to the side and melted the bullets before they even got near him. He lunged forward, punching through the guy

“Shish Kebob!” he laughed as he set the guy on fire.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Distracted, a bullet hit you square in the chest. You looked up to see a 30-year-old loser with a gun standing in front of you. A mixture of shock and horror spread across his face as he watched the bullet fall from your chest, like he had just thrown a coin at you.

“Ow,” you said, walking towards him. Really, it felt like an extra hard flick, but that still pissed you off. For the first time since you had been incarcerated, you let your skin turn to steel. He kept shooting as you walked towards him, but every bullet bounced right off you. As you got closer, he started to run, realizing his gun couldn’t hold you back. You reached out your hand, extending your metal whip from your wrist and wrapping it around his neck. To your delight, he screamed like a baby as you pulled him close. Using his own gun, you shot him point blank in the chest. Poetic justice.

A shout came from behind you as another basement dweller tried to slam the back of your head with the butt of his gun. You whipped around, relishing the fear on his face before you uppercutted him. Your steel hand sliced through his jaw deep into his head. His limp body fell to the ground with a squelch as you removed your fist. God, it had been too long since you took out some asshole men.

Another battle cry started to approach you, but was cut off before he reached you. You turned to see a Phosphorus burning straight through the head of a guy holding a grenade. Releasing the guy, he looked back at you, admiring your new look.

“You should really wear that more often.”

Even in the middle of a fight, he couldn’t stop flirting with you. Before you could retort, bullets began raining down on you. The two of you took cover with the others behind the water fountain.

“You know, most people say thank you when someone saves your life.”

��Not now!”

“That’s ok, I can think of a lot of ways you can thank me later. Wink” he whispered in a low voice, pointing at his face.

Luckily, G.I interrupted the conversation.

“Are these Nazis, General?”

“Yeah G.I. These are Nazis,” Flag answered, seemingly happy G.I’s obsession with Nazis could be put to good use.

A grin grew across G.I’s face as he began shooting like crazy. His abdomen detached and he flew up in the air. Seeing him switch to three guns on each arm, Flag shouted at everyone to hit the dirt. You knew he wouldn’t injure you, but you followed suit anyway. G.I spun around, shooting endless bullets, laughing gleefully over finally being able to shoot Nazis.

Suddenly, with a flash of purple light, he exploded. You gasped as the air cleared to reveal Circe.

“Well, that’s enough of that.”

She blasted the bunch of you by the fountain, sending you flying a few feet. She flew straight for the princess’s bedroom. You started to rise to chase after her, but Weasel beat you to to it. Just as quick as she flew in, she fell back out the window with Weasel on her. Laying on the ground, he viciously scratched away at her back. Phosphorus walked over to her and lifted her chin up.

“I love a good barbecue,” he said before pressing his palm into her face.

Goddamnit, why does he have to be so hot while torturing people?

“You wanted monsters, you got monsters,” The Bride said while Flag watched on in horror.

Eventually, the two stopped and Circe was secured to be sent back to… wherever she was going to go. The princess ran out of the castle, heading straight to Flag and throwing her arms around him. She kissed him, very passionately, much to everyone’s surprise.

“Thank you,” she broke away from him to address the rest of you, “Thank you all so much. I do not know how I can repay you for saving my life.”

“You don’t have to do anything, it’s our job,” Flag responded.

“No, I must do something… a banquet! Yes, we will throw you a banquet to thank you all.”

“Ah, I’m sorry Ilana, but I need to get Circe back to America and these guys back to Belle Reve.”

“We just saved a princess’s life, and our thank you is going back to prison?” Phosphorous angrily chimed in.

“Hardly seems fair,” The Bride agreed.

“Maybe next time we should just let her die. We’ll just go back to prison either way,” you added.

The princess giggled, amused by everyone’s antics. “Surely they have earned one more meal of non-prison grub?”

“Jesus Christ, fine! We’ll stay for the banquet. But we’re leaving right after.”

Everyone made little noises of excitement, even The Bride. Ilana hugged Flag, then ran back to the castle, presumably to order her servants to prepare a banquet. Flag turned to you, looking at your blood-covered hand and blood-stained clothes.

“You need to clean up first.”

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You opted for a full shower to fully cleanse yourself. The showers at Belle Reve sucked, so you took an extra long time in the shower, enjoying the normal water pressure and steaming hot water. You even treated yourself to their fancy shampoo and conditioner. After all, you helped save the princess’s life. You’d earned fancy shampoo.

When you fingertips started to wrinkle, you forced yourself to step out, wrapping yourself in a plush towel. You stared at yourself in the mirror, brushing your hair and inspecting the fading burns on your neck.

A knock on the door interrupted you. You shouted back that you were in there, but the door swung open. Phosphorus walked in, closing the door behind him.

“What the hell Phosphorous?! I’m in here! What if I was on the toilet?”

“Then at least you wouldn’t be wearing that towel,” his words were teasing, but his tone seemed serious. He stood by the door, hands in his pockets.

“Ugh. What do you want?”

“You never thanked me for saving your life,” he moved behind you, looking at you in the mirror.

“Because you didn’t save my life.”

“Really? A grenade exploding right on you wouldn’t put you out of commission?” He moved closer, placing his hands on the countertop on either side of you. Yet, he didn’t touch you. Somehow, that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more than if he was touching you.

“Injure me, maybe, but it wouldn’t kill me.”

“Mm. Then you can thank me for saving you from being injured,” he leaned in close to your ear, still staring at you in the mirror, still not touching you.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

“It’s ok if you can’t say the words. I can think of a few ways you can thank me,” he slid his hands towards you, finally touching you.

You gasped as he ran his hand up your stomach and cupped your breats. Even through the thick towel, you could feel his heat. He pressed a kiss right below your ear, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror, watching for your reaction. Seeing your slack jaw, he pulled your towel down, groping your bare breasts. You moaned as you felt his handprints burn into your skin. He pressed his pelvis into your behind, exciting you even more. Then, he suddenly stepped back, disconnecting from you. The sudden lack of touch was dizzying.

“You’re welcome,” he said as he moved toward the door, the teasing tone in his voice returning.

“Thank you,” you managed to get out as he opened the door. You thought maybe that would get him to stay. As he left, you could’ve sworn he was actually grinning. He closed the door behind him, leaving you wet and horny.

“Goddamnit,” you cursed him as you unwrapped your towel to get back in the shower, deciding to put the detachable showerhead to good use.

[bodegadulac]

Just watched Creature Commandos episode 4, so spoilers aheadv

This is the weakest episode of the bunch tbh, but not bad.

Clearly a transitional episode between the two big parts of the story.

The circe disrespect is craaaazy, they must find some way to buff her in the future. Some medallion of plot relevance or what not.

Weasel's flashbacks are also the weakests of the bunch. I like them, i like the story they tell. It's almost a continuation of the idea of a kid grreting Nina with no prejudice and her mom dragging her away.

You can make a comparison to people with heavy learning dissabilitirs and how their human rights are violated.

The flashback as a whole was pretty tragic. I like how they first show you how it ended, before explaining to you how it ended that way.

Circe's vision was chilling, wonder if this is only the set up for this show's villain or to the wider villain of chapter 1.

Evil Ilana was kind of cute tho.

Also Grodd. Give us more gorillas Gunn!

Eric is the final boss of incel's uh? Funny team-up with Rick Flagg.

Nina x Bride shippers are eating good uh.

It's always a joy to see Amanda Waller and Economos.

Like overall this is a shock episode, it's here to shock you (thing that the promos kind of ruin) and prepare you for the second half.

7/10

I'm really hyped for next week.

Wait, we don't know Weasel's origin don't we?

[aarcanechaoss]

Hello! I deeply enjoy your "Higuchi gets some lovin'" on ao3! I love how you write her and your writing in general!!

Can I request a HiguchixSigma, romance/fluff fanfic? Where its Higuchi's birthday, and she told no one about it, but Sigma knows and surprises her with gifts and cake?

Thank you and Happy holidays! <333

Masterlist

Thank you so much I'm so happy people love Higuchi as much as I do too. Of course you can request such a cute oneshot!!!!!!!!

I hope you like it. And Happy Holidays to you too ♥️

Warnings: Fluff and cuteness, established relationship | Ichiyo Higuchi x Sigma

Ichiyo was never one to celebrate her birthday. It wasn’t because it never happened- in fact her family had spoiled her as much as she would allow but it just wasn’t a day she cared to indulge in when there was already other holidays and special events that occurred throughout the year anyway.

May Second always came around too damn fast for her liking.

Not that it mattered she never told anyone what today was, not even Tachihara- her self appointed little brother- knew what day she was born (admittedly it amused her that he was so pouty about it).

… considering she’d never told anyone that today was her birthday she had a terribly odd feeling in her gut that something was going to happen.

Surely Tachihara hadn’t figured it out… right?

When Ichiyo entered her empty apartment (Kuniko had gone home to their parents for the weekend) the only sound she had expected was the soft jingle of a cat bell and maybe a soft mew from Circe her cat.

Instead, she found Sigma, a new addition to the Armed Detective Agency and a man who’d been recently upgraded to boyfriend after a handful of successful dates, sitting in her kitchen with a chocolate cake and dimmed lighting.

“Happy Birthday Chiyo.” His blush was evident even under the candlelight.

He was wearing lounge clothes, sweatpants with a baggy t-shirt and his hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail that draped over his shoulder. He looked… good.

“What?” Was her elegant reply as she studied his lithe frame.

“It’s your birthday- I was sorting through some old files for Fukuzawa and Mori and saw it and then I asked your sister if it was right.” Sigma looked adorably embarrassed before quickly adding.- “This was Kuniko’s idea.”

Finally placing her bag down and shrugging off her jacket she steps into his personal space.

“Sorry I wasn’t expecting this- thank you Sigma this is perfect.” He beams at her, lit up like a puppy being given a treat.

How the hell did she get so lucky to have this man fall for her?

Her hand cups his jaw, thumb smoothing over the soft flesh of his cheek as she leans down- aiming to kiss his forehead. Her boyfriend had other plans as he tilted his head upwards and caught her lips in a soft kiss.

There was no heat behind it, nothing that insinuated he wanted something more. Just something soft, sweet and loving. Ichiyo smiled into the kiss as his hand reached for the small of her back before he pulled back.

"I set up a bath for you, got your leggings and one of my shirts- plus underwear I wasn't sure if you wanted a bra or not-" his face pinkened again and she smiled. "-I've ordered dinner just some sushi since I'd bought a cake and snacks."

"You've been busy." Ichiyo hums.

"After your bath you and I are going to sit on your couch, eat our dinner, cake and snacks, put on your favourite movie and cuddle." The boyish grin on his face almost had her swooning. "And yes, I fed Circe, she's curled up on your bed."

Sigma stands, hands resting on her hips as he spins her- nudging her towards the bathroom where a nice hot bath was waiting for her.

After her bath and the two of them scoffing the sushi, she had found herself tucked against his side, plate of cake resting on his thigh as they picked away at their dinner- The Princess Bride playing on the television.

"Thank you, Sigma."

"Hm?" He looked down at her, a chunk of cake in his mouth as he blinked owlishly.

"I don't usually celebrate my birthday, never really saw the point in it." She watched him frown at her. "But this is perfect I couldn't have asked for anything better."

He pauses the movie, places the plate on the coffee table and cups her jaw- cake having been promptly swallowed- before shifting so he was facing her rather than Ichiyo being tucked against him.

"I am still... learning about the world, about me- about you- and I want to keep learning. I want to know what makes you happy or sad what I should do to comfort you or make you laugh... it's too early to drop the L word but just know I care deeply about you Ichiyo."

It's her turn to shift, her legs draping across his thighs now as she gets as close as she can- almost sitting in his lap. Ichiyo cups his jaw again for what could have been the hundredth time since she became his girlfriend.

"How did I get so lucky?" She says with a smile. His arms wrapped around her, embraced her as she continued. "You've made me so very happy these last few months and I am so glad that even through the unfortunate circumstances that we met... I still have you here in my life now."

"I think I am the lucky one." He says before their lips met for the second time that evening.

He was always so gentle, like he couldn't bear to let her go, as if his gentle hold was all that kept them together. The kiss was perfect, just as most things with him were. Ichiyo tilted her head, leaning in further but he just smiled into the kiss and hugged her tightly.

"Would you like to continue the movie?" He asks against her mouth.

"Yes." She replies. "And then afterwards can we go cuddle in bed?"

"As you wish."

And there it was, that boyish grin that was making her swoon.

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Who’s Next?

18+ Only Minors DNI

Summary:

Warnings: Smutttt - fingering, PinV, unprotected (wrap before u tap angels)

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Weddings used to make you so emotional. You’d see the happy couple and get this strange feeling in your stomach as if you were certain it would never happen to you. It was a silly thing to think really, but weddings were for couples, and you were always on your own.

Today was different though, you and Drew were going to your first wedding together as a couple. His sister was getting married today - despite Drew refusing to believe she’d ever grown up. You could see how proud he was to watch her marry the love of her life, and you felt more content than ever knowing you were sat next to the love of yours.

The ceremony was beautiful and you were now sitting down for dinner - with you and Drew on a table with the rest of his family.

“White, red, or rosé?” Drew offers to you, settling his arm over the back of your chair whilst the other one reaches out to the wine bottles.

“Rosé, always,” You smile, willing for the space between your chairs to disappear.

He pours you a glass and hands it over to you, “There you go, darling.”

“Oh (Y/N)!” Drew’s Mom calls from over the other side of the table, “I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.”

You laugh and get up from your chair to go and see her, “It’s good to see you, I love this dress!”

“Oh!” She hugs you a little tighter, “You’re far too kind, you look like a model. This outfit is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You grin, “Congratulations, your daughter is married! How does it feel?”

“Oh don’t set me off,” She shakes her head, “I’ll be crying again.”

You go back to your seat where Drew’s arm is still draped over the back of your chair, his eyes watching every move you make as you come back to him.

Drew leans in close to you when you sit down, “She is right though, you do look like a model,” He mumbles in your ear, pressing a kiss to the skin just beneath.

You feel yourself blushing below your makeup, placing your hand on his leg and squeezing his thigh.

“You two are just so cute! Let me take a photo of you both just there,” Drew’s Mom fusses in her bag to pull out her phone, Drew’s old one that she refused to upgrade from.

“Oh Mom don’t-“ Drew rolls his eyes.

“No, no, come on,” You squeeze his leg again, “Pose for the photo, Starkey.”

He drops his arm so that it properly wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. And, despite his protests, Drew can’t help but smile when he’s next to you. His Mom takes the photo, and another when Drew turns his head and kisses the top of yours.

“Alright that’s enough of the paparazzi,” He comments, keeping his arm comfortably around you.

“So, one of us is married today, which one’s next?” Drew’s brother, asks, his seat on the opposite side of the table to you, next to his Mom.

“I know what you’re answer is going to be,” Drew narrows his eyes at him.

His brother raises his hands as if backing away in his seat, “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your wedding would be perfect though, Drew,” Drew’s other sister points out, nudging your side, “I’ve already thought about what you’d have for your wedding dress.”

“Oi,” Drew reaches behind you and jabs her lightly, “Don’t you start as well.”

“You can’t tell us we’re wrong, Drew,” Logan points out, “What are you waiting for?”

“You’d be a beautiful bride (Y/N)!” His mother jumps in, “I can just imagine you walking down the aisle.”

“Okay, okay, can we all calm down and stop harassing my girlfriend, please?” Drew interjects, “You’ll be scaring her off.”

You giggle from beside him and take a sip of your wine, “Yeah maybe not just yet, but I wouldn’t mind looking at that dress if you’ve got a picture.”

She grins from beside you and pulls out her phone, “Alright give me like five minutes.”

“You’ll just encourage them,” Drew comments beside you, his forefinger and middle finger tracing circles on your shoulder.

“It’s not so bad,” You raise your brows, turning to glance at him and press a quick kiss to his waiting lips.

“One day.”

~~~

Later in the evening, you’re all crowded around the dancefloor to watch the first dance, and by the second chorus every one of the couples has joined the bride and groom on the floor.

“Come on, angel,” Drew reaches out a hand to you, “Dance with me.”

You find an empty spot and he wraps his arms around you, his around your waist and yours around his neck, your finger clasping just behind the short hairs at the bottom of his head.

If there’s love just feel it, and if there’s life, we’ll see it. This is no time to be alone, alone yeah, I won’t let you go.

The song plays around you, and all of the other couples sway to the same rhythm. But right now, it feels like it could be only you and Drew in the entire world.

“If your sky is falling, just take my hand and hold it,” Drew dips his head into your neck, singing the words softly for only you to hear, “I won’t let you go.”

You lean into his touch and hum against the contact, your hands brushing the back of his neck gently.

Drew kisses your shoulder, pulling away from you and grabbing your hand to twirl you around in front of him. He holds your hand above your head as you turn below his arm, your dress spinning with the movement. Drew was certain you were a piece of art brought to life when he saw you like this, the way you just seemed to radiate the energy that made him feel like a boy with his first crush.

You spin back into his chest and he wraps his arms around you, swaying the both of you back and forth as the song comes to an end.

“You’re so beautiful,” He comments, looking down at you with a smile that seemed to be more in his eyes than it was in his lips.

“Thank you, handsome,” You giggle, kissing him again.

When you look out of the corner of your eye, it was like you were returning to the real world - one that existed beyond just you and Drew. His Mom is stood at the side of the dancefloor, her hands clutching her chest and tears in her eyes as she watches the two of you. When Drew looks at her, she waves him off, dabbing at her eyes.

“Oh my god,” Drew laughs, “She can’t get enough of you!”

~~~

By the time the evening guests have arrived, everyone is mingling amongst everyone else, trying to make sure they’d at least said hello to everyone there. One of the bride’s childhood friends is stood chatting to her and she has a baby boy, no older than one, sat in one of the chairs beside her at the table. He’s playing with a napkin aimlessly, clapping his hands against the tissue.

“What have you got there?” You smile when you see him, switching on that typical baby voice.

He looks at you and blinks a couple of times.

“Oh gosh are you okay to keep an eye on Harry? She just wants us to have a couple of photos?” His Mom asks quickly when she sees you, “I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Yeah, of course!” You grin, looking down at the little boy, Harry, again.

He looks up at you again and reaches out his arms with grabby hands, clearly waiting for you to pick him up.

You lift him from the seat and into your arms, perching him on your hip so that he can look around at the room bustling with people. An ABBA song was playing in the background and you take one of his hands and dance with him to the beat, watching as his face crinkles and he giggles that proper little baby laugh.

“Well who’s this little guy?” Drew’s voice comes up from beside you, “How long was I gone for?” He jokes.

“This is Harry,” You say, “Are you going to wave at Drew?”

Harry frowns momentarily before waving a shy hand at Drew.

Your boyfriend laughs and waves back, “Oh my god he’s adorable.”

“Isn’t he?” You pout, bouncing him on your hip, “Do you think we could do it?”

“What? Make a baby?” Drew jokes and you reach out a leg to kick him quickly.

“I’m serious,” You roll your eyes, “Do you think we’d be good parents?”

“Are you kidding me? I think we’d be sleep deprived and run out of all free time… but I think it would be the best thing we’ve ever done,” Drew grins at you, “I think we’d figure it out.”

As if on cue, Drew’s Mom walks over from the other side of the table, spotting the three of you and practically gasping at the sight, “Oh my god!”

“Mom!” Drew laughs, “He’s not actually ours.”

She laughs at him and comes over, when she’s close, Drew wraps an arm around her and she stands looking shorter than ever next to his tall form.

“It’s just so lovely seeing you happy, darling! You’re my baby boy, I’m just happy for you both,” She explains, “And I just want (Y/N) to officially be my daughter in law.”

“She will be done day,” Drew encourages, his eyes glancing from her and back up to you.

When you see the four of you like that, it feels like it is real. Drew as your husband, a baby that called you Mom, and Drew’s Mom treating you like one of her own. Yeah, that was the ideal.

~~~

By the time you get home that night, your feet feel like they are ready to drop off, and you were stood in the elevator up to your flat with your heels in one hand and your head on Drew’s shoulder, his suit jacket slung over the other shoulder.

He walks behind you on the way to the apartment door, one hand placed gently on your waist.

“I don’t think I can walk any further,” You groan, your feet throbbing on the carpet.

“Alright, come here,” He laughs, stepping in front of you.

“What are you-“

Drew wraps one arm behind you and lifts you up quickly, slinging you over his shoulder, in one swoop. You squeal and grip onto his shirt, even though you know he wouldn’t dare drop you.

“Drew!”

“I got you, I got you,” He chuckles, turning back around to walk the rest of the way to your apartment, unlocking the door and letting you both inside.

“Okay, okay, I’m good now,” You tap his back, though his grip doesn’t seem to lessen.

“No, no, you said you couldn’t walk any further,” He reminds you, dropping his jacket onto the couch and throwing his keys down aimlessly too - something you knew he’d be complaining about in the morning when he couldn’t find them.

Eventually, he reaches out a leg and kicks open the bedroom door, both of his hands now keeping you tight against his shoulder, before tilting downwards and moving you to be lowered onto the bed, your feet dangling off the end.

“Thank you,” You laugh, leaning up on your elbows against the soft comforter.

“God, I’m so glad to get out of this suit, this shirt is so scratchy,” He grumbles, tugging at the tie around his neck until it comes apart, throwing it to the floor.

Drew tugs impatiently at the parts of his shirt tucked into his trousers. The material loose and crinkled around his waist as he unbuttons the middle.

“Are you just watching me undress?” He cocks a brow at you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“It’s not exactly a bad sight,” You shrug, still tracking every move he makes.

Drew’s smirk grows, one hand moving down to undo his belt and tug it out of the loops - there was something just so damn attractive about it.

He pulls down his trousers and steps out of them along with his socks, his boxers now his only cover. You aren’t blind to the way they seem tighter than normal at the front, accentuating the already obvious shape. He moves to close the small space between you, leaning over you on the bed, his arms holding him up on either side of your body, towering over you.

“So did you have fun tonight?” He asks, his voice like a low deep rumble in the gap between yours and his lips.

You nod, “Yeah, it was really fun.”

“And what about all of the comments about marriage and kids and the rest?”

You laugh lightly, “We can’t really blame them.”

“I know we joke about it,” He pulls away from you just slightly, like he wants to make sure he can see your whole face, “But I do mean it. I want all of that with you. I want us to be coming back from our own wedding, buying a house, decorating a nursery, raising kids, everything. You’re the only person I want all of that with.”

“Is that so?” You raise your eyebrows, sure your cheeks will catch fire if they heat up anymore.

Drew hums, “Do you need me to prove it to you?”

He closes the space between you and kisses you slowly, longingly. It’s with gentle pressure at first but you draw your head upwards to encourage him more, as he splits your lips to dip his tongue inside. He pulls you up slightly more with him until he can release the weight on his arms, one hand then moving to work the zip at the back of your dress. It releases smoothly and the material drops around your shoulders, slipping your arms out of the spaghetti straps. He splays a hand over your spine to force you to lift up enough that he can pull your dress the rest of the way, leaving you just in the thin panties you had worn underneath.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” Drew mumbles, his hands on your waist guiding you backwards on the bed so your head rests on the pillows.

His chest is hot against you and you feel yourself already breathless under his touch, his lips yet to leave yours for more than a second.

Drew dips his head and his lips find your neck, the contact a little more intense and certain to leave a mark. One hand moves up to grip your breast, his fingers toying at the sensitive bud of your nipple, the kind of touch that brought out the moan from you that drove him crazy. At the sound, you feel the force of him driving his hips down into you, not too hard but enough for you to feel the pressure of the hardening member in his boxers.

Your hands are in his hair, tugging at the growing length as he seems to pick up his focus on your neck and chest. Your head is already tilting back against the cushions, exposing more of your neck to him as your back arches to increase the friction where you wanted it the most.

It’s like he can read you page for page, as Drew drops a hand to your panties, pushing underneath the waistband to find your heat. His middle and ring finger find you instantly, dragging the length of your folds, already slick in your arousal. His contact is gentle and slow at first, guiding up and down them as if he wants to savour the moment exactly as it is. You let out an involuntary whimper, though, and he smiles against your neck, as he guides his fingers to your clit, circling the bud at a torturingly slow pace.

You’re breathing faster and harder now, tugging a little harder on his hair as his lips come back up to yours, the kiss feeling like all teeth and tongues now you were both more breathless against each other. He quickens his pace on you, thumb now toying at your clit as his middle and ring finger move instead to dip inside your folds, curling instantly at the exact angle he knew would drive you crazy.

“You’re so wet already, angel,” He smirks against you, his eyes scanning your face like he wants to take in every feature of you exactly like this - completely at his mercy.

“Fuck, I need you,” You whimper, “Please.”

He pulls his hand from you and moves it to tug down at his boxers, throwing them off as soon as he can. And it doesn’t take him long to be back at you, his hand moving to rip the thin material like it is nothing.

“I’ll buy you more,” He says quickly before you can even move to protest.

You giggle and watch him discard them aimlessly too.

He lines himself back up over you, one hand on one side of you to balance him as he moves his other hand to pump at his cock, now fully hard in his grasp, springing upwards now out of his boxers.

Drew looks into your eyes for approval and you nod quickly, inhaling sharply as he pushes into you, your walls stretching to fit his size. He knows to let you adjust, burying himself in slowly before any other movement. You grip at his bicep tightly, your nails digging into the skin just a little and it gives him confirmation to move, drawing out of you slowly before pushing himself back in, bottoming out against your folds.

Normally, you would be craving for him to go faster, but there’s something about the way his eyes are so focused on you as he draws in and out, you want to savour every moment of it. He moves one hand up to cup your jaw, his fingers around the back of his ear as his thumb brushes over your jawline. When it draws close to your lips, you take it into your mouth, sucking at it and suppressing your moans. Drew looks at you in that moment like there could be nothing more angelic.

He starts to buck his hips a little faster, craving more and more of you as he drives in and out - the air around you filled with the sound of his hips hitting yours and the moans that you stifle against his thumb.

“You’re perfect,” Drew mumbles, pulling his hand from your mouth to dip down and kiss you again - it is soft and delicate as though it’s the first time his lips have ever graced yours, a contrast to his relentless action on your pussy, “Are you going to cum for me, angel?”

You can only manage a nod, but you know he wants to draw more from you, wants to hear the pleading of your words beneath him, “Please, please,” You whimper.

Drew drops a hand down to your clit once again, his fingers circling the bud when he can see your body getting closer to its climax. He draws you ever closer, picking up the pace on your clit as if to match that of his unfaltering thrusts.

“Good girl,” He mumbles, “Hold on for me.”

You nod once again, gripping his arms even tighter as he continues his work on you, his forehead pressed against yours. When Drew feels your back start to arch from the bed, he knows to not let off on his movements.

“Okay, cum for me darling,” He whispers against you, hot in the space between your lips.

You come undone completely then, one hand moving to twist at the bedsheets beneath you as you arch up further from the duvet, your head tilting back into the pillows as your eyes roll back into your head and your toes curl down against the release. Drew follows close behind you, his lips against your neck breathing hot onto the exposed skin and his pumps faltering as he buries his dick fully into you, releasing against your clenching walls as you climax against him.

As you come down, he pushes his dick into you once, twice, and once again, burying his seed into you before pulling out and dropping down on top of you.

“Fuck,” He breathes out, his heart racing in rhythm with yours against your chest.

You run a hand through his hair and tangle your fingers into the strands, kissing the side of his head.

When both of you seem to recover from your high, Drew rolls himself off of you, outstretching an arm so that you can tuck yourself against his chest.

“I’ll marry you one day, (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” He exhales into the heated air of the room.

You smile against his chest and rest a hand against his heart to feel the beat, “Is that so?”

He hums in response and drifts his gaze away from you and over to the drawer of the nightstand on his side of the bed where, buried at the back where you wouldn’t see, was the engagement ring he’d bought only a month after you’d started dating. He knew then, and he knew now - it was always going to be you.

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chapter thirteen. heartspur. [new 6/7] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 13/25+ | wip | word count: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | chapter thirteen. heartspur. see pearl's character design here. see pearl & rocket's bunk here.

rocket and pearl get in a fight. rocket shares a secret. see below for warnings & notes.

It’s like she’s found a dial he hadn’t known was there. His heart and lungs are still pummeling his bones, too much momentum to slow them down — but his shoulders go molten, becoming flux under her ministrations, and his head tilts forward, suddenly too heavy to hold up. Her fingertips float to the sides of his face — light as Foresterian moonmoths brushing against his whiskers and fur — while her thumbs continue to stroke up from the nape of his neck to the crown of his skull. They rove against his head in petal-like ovals, and then slide back down again.  Circs and circs before, trapped on HalfWorld, the muscles in Rocket’s neck and shoulders had been manipulated into new shapes: shortened, lengthened, split; twisted into tendons. They force himself to hold his shoulders broad and his head upright. He’s pretty sure there’s no name for any of the stuff he’s got going on in his body. But it’s here — in these strange manmade muscles between his neck and his shoulders — that pearl carefully kneads her thumbs. Her fingertips are still stretched upward, cradling his jaw like he’s— Like he’s something precious. Fragile. His breath hitches on a strangled sound. His ribs spasm upward, eyes suddenly wet and burning.

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LONG chapter. buckle in, baby bluebirds. i was gonna split it but we've got two weeks till the next update and i just wanted to give you something nice for being so nice to me while i've been back-and-forth with my family situation. thank you for being fucken amazing little suncatchers and gemstones and fireflies, and buttery lil silver-dollar-pancakes.

WARNINGS for this chapter: canon-typical violence against animals. brief description of surgical violence. rocket's a real piece of work.

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

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𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 henry prescott was bitten by a werewolf

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 henry prescott ♱☾ prescott aesthetics ♱☾ henry grant bradshaw-prescott ♱☾ sir henry prescott

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 sebastian blackwood is tormented body and soul

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 sebastian blackwood ♱☾ sebastian aesthetics ♱☾ sebastian amadeus blackwood ♱☾ lucien darvell corvin

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖊

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 madeleine holmwood is hunting a werewolf

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 madeleine marion holmwood ♱☾ madeleine holmwood ♱☾ the werewolf's hunter

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝖁𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 abigail mortimer is doomed by the narrative

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 abigail katherina mortimer ♱☾ abigail mortimer ♱☾ abby mortimer ♱☾ the warlock's bride

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖊

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 charity beckford is a vampire killer

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 charity melissa beckford ♱☾ charity beckford ♱☾ cherry beckford ♱☾ the vampire's killer

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 helena hawthorne lives in a haunted house

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 helena circe hawthorne ♱☾ helena hawthorne ♱☾ lena hawthorne ♱☾ the ghost's soulmate

♱☾ 𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔄𝔯𝔠 ♱☾

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖘

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 sister agnes fears the one who lies beneath (technically not her own playlist, but the concept is the same)

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 agnes fremkel ♱☾ sister agnes fremkel ♱☾ agnes mariah fremkel ♱☾ the shadow's chosen

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 thorned roses in the garden of evil ♱☾ children of the moon aesthetics ♱☾ the one who lies beneath ♱☾ serpentarium ♱☾ aleyna carfell ♱☾ naberius carfell ♱☾ the grimald brides ♱☾ hestia grimald ♱☾ lenore grimald ♱☾ andras grimald ♱☾ henry x madeleine ♱☾ lorian x abigail ♱☾ haester x charity ♱☾ seb/lucien x helena ♱☾ mateo x agnes

[readingtoinfinity]

Creatures Commandos episodes 1 and 2

God, I love monsters, especially those who retain some of their humanity. And Creature Commandos seemed right up my alley, so I was really looking forward to it.

The results are slightly mixed, but on the whole I'm positive towards it. Both first episodes dropped on the same day, which makes sense because episode 1 is a rough start.

The premise: after the events of The Suicide Squad (not to be confused with Suicide Squad) Amanda Waller is no longer allowed to use human subjects for Task Force X. Never one to let a loophole slip her by, she instead recruits a fully non-human team of soldiers under command of Rick Flagg Sr.

Episode 1 is rough. The pacing is fast, rushed at times, as it attempts to get you on-board with the premise. The first quarter of the episode or so is just exposition, Amanda Waller giving military expospeak to give you the low-down on the threat the squad will be facing. I want to call out this in particular with Viola Davis' acting in episode 1, because the rushed acting means her stoic demeanor doesn't have quite the time to sink in, and it just sounds like she's bored.

It's not all bad, however; the animation is gorgeous, stylized, and for all that we meet the characters in a hurry they are strongly personalized and each seem to have their own arc going on. I deeply sympathize with G.I. Robot who desperately wants to kill Nazis and hasn't been allowed to for some time. And of course, Alan Tudyk charms as the conniving, evil, sarcastic Doctor Phosphorus. I need to see what happens next with Princess Ilana, however, because for the moment she seems two-dimensional. I suspect she has something very sinister going on, but we shall see.

Episode 2 is where things really pick up, and The Bride gets focus as we learn her backstory and she interacts with NIna about it. I don't quite like what the show is doing with Frankenstein's Monster (his name is Eric? What the fuck?!) but it seems thematically-related with Circe and the incel-adjacent antagonists, so I'm withholding judgement until I see what happens with it.

But the character work on The Bride? Phenomenal. I barely got to see her in the comics and she's become such a delightful bitch of a character. Not that it's unjustified, mind you, but she reminds me a lot of Kira from Deep Space Nine, someone with a long past of dubious actions, or Vex from Legend of Vox Machina, someone thorny and jaded. Weirdly I get a lot of parallels to Vox Machina in episode 2; Victor Frankenstein feels a lot like Percy, in design and mannerisms.

For those of you who enjoyed Legend of Vox Machina, with its fantasy worlds, brutal violence and likeable bastards of a cast, this show seems for you. It's got an edge but suggests a heart that's still to come.

I'm not going to post an episode-by-episode breakdown of the whole series; instead, I'm going to keep watching this show until it dips in quality so much I bail (in which case there will be a DNF notice) or I finish it and review the whole thing. I don't imagine I'll stop watching it, but worse things have happened...

[lavendersartistry]

so far my cotl aus are:

Death's Demon Bride AU - for my poly oc x canon ship between Narinder, Lamb (Elishah), and Angora where it is like Beauty and the Beast (the French version, that I need to watch-) and possibly more other inspirations

never forgetting the giant slowburn that comes with this AU-

A Race for Death's Heart AU - literally just a self indulgent AU where my self insert oc (Circe), Goat (Doriel), and Lamb (Elishah) work together to organize the cult but my self insert oc (Circe) offers a bet for Narinder.

[kindred-spirit-93]

penelope: *absolutely decimates polyphemus* THIS IS SPARTA

is named admiral instead of captain bc its badass but also after the butterfly (her weapons are black and robes blood red)

would lead her warriors to victory after 10 brutal years in troy

double au: astyanax lives (she literally just gave birth to telemachus shes flipping off zeus fs)

just for shits n giggle ctimene is her best friend- sister in law- second in command, and right hand woman

yearns for her husband and son. will not stop yapping about how much tele would adore this and ody would appreciate that

calloused hands from the sword to match odys calloused hands from the bow. sword x bow couple please and thank you

besties with athena & will swap the most scalding tea from all over ithaca and olympus. loom gossip sesh buddies ftw

kicks ass on the battlefield and i hc her naiad heritage gives her unparalleled flexibility and speed just like a fish in the water

does the cool sword wrist spin. idk i just love it

sasses circe and gets her to release her crew. also they flirt hehe

siren ody. thats it thats the whole post.

scyllas wrath blah blah

ctimene lunch break (philly cheese steak)

zeus' wrath blah blah

ogygia is interesting. i dont think calypso would let go of the absolute gem that washed up to her shore so easily.

penlope is a broken soul atp she is severely weakened to the point she can neither swim home nor fight the goddess for a peaceful nights sleep

her mother seems to have left her, her mentor and earliest friend gone, husband and son awaiting her return, crew killed for nothing.

her mother ig replaces hermes here? idk lol

years and years later her mother comes with the blessed news that her prayers have been heard and granted and that she may go home

crying with relief she doesnt even build a raft she just jumps into the water, healing and regaining life (literal and metaphorical)

calypso would poison her in small doses so she wouldnt escape and leave her

bitch

back on ithacas shores finally. finally after a decade of war and a decade more of misery, shes home

nearly faints when she sees telemachus, now a grown man, spitting image of his father, but with her eyes.

disguised as an elderly handmaiden of the palace (courtesy of athena) she watches in horror as women from all over the kingdom throw themselves at the feet of her husband. some of them she knew in infancy.

the audacity and shamelessness of these women, these girls, almost makes her wield her sword right there and then

she doesnt tho

cue mother son reveal and so many tears they raise the sea level

tele gives her a quick rundown of the past 20 years of waiting and rejecting their advances and putting up with their threats.

ody recognises the way his wife carries herself despite the aged and frail body he sees before him. but he knows. he knows.

the way her eyes sweep the room before falling to the ground, the modesty and manners reflecting her gentle birth, the deathly glare that would strike fear and dread in the hearts of her enemies

it was his wife, his penelope, roaming his halls, their halls, like a lost soul. what was he to do?

he prayed long and hard to an old friend of his that had long cut their correspondence short to accompany his wife instead.

she answered him in a dream disguised as anticlea giving her son instructions

the next day he announced a test that would finnaly settle who would be his new bride and queen of ithaca

they had exactly till the sunset to distill water from wine

easy enough they laughed to themselves. why anyone who so much as stepped into a kitchen could-

without a flame, he added, grinning wolfishly

a hooded elderly woman from across the room wore a grin to match his own

some of the women took their vessels into the blazing sun and tried to collect what little water would evaporate

in vain however, the best of them was barely able to provide more than a sip of water

there was less than half an hour till sundown and the women were beginning to get hysterical, for the penalty of losing was to pay with their lives.

a hooded woman emerged from the crowds having watched the events of the day from the guidelines. planning. plotting

they laugh at her when she reaches for a chalice of her own what with the 10 minutes of daylight they have left

in full view of the congregation she removes her cloak, raises her sleeves and ties her hair up in one swift motion

odysseus can barely contain himself. thats his penelopes hair pin, thats his wife. thats her. shes home.

the sun is starting to set, yet penelope with the ease of dew drops rolling off a petal, lifts water from the one cup, high into the air for everyone to see, and guides it to the glass vessel provided.

her disguise is finally removed and telemachus throws her her sword, brandishing one of his own

jaws drop to the ground and heads soon follow

nothing keeps the romance alive quite like murder folks

you can guess what happes next lol.

athena returns as patron goddess and forbids any sort of retaliation against the bloodshed

zeus himself lights up the evening skies and fear settles into the hearts of those who dare to defy (ody was an excellent host for 2 decades hes earned it)

everyone collapses, family fluff n feels, more tears and snot (possibly more)

blood and sweat ya nasty

intimacy by taking care of your beloveds wounds and tracing their scars HALLEUJAH AMEN

ithaca celebrates for a week the return of their beloved queen and a feast is held and festivals decorate the streets and the hearts of the people

bonus: odysseus being a man of his word (lmao) does indeed 'marry' his beloved penelope. they renew their vows

he insists on a wedding lol. telemachus doesnt know if he wants to cry and hug them both or drown himself

shes home. they all are. their hearts and souls have been restored

:')

welp thats all folks my hands hurt lol. writers & artists feel free to do anything with any of these and pls tag me if u do :D

warrior Penelope au because women in armor + holding swords >>>>

[munsons-hellfire]

Upcoming Works

So I just wanted to come on here and share some upcoming works that i'm excited about. With me updating Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I should be starting that next week. But we'll see I'm trying to get some pre-written first before I start posting on those days. There will be one post on those days and it'll very from fandom to fandom what's posted. Anyway here are some works I'm looking forward to sharing with you all.

If you wish to be tagged in any of these upcoming one-shots/stories please let me know in the comment which ones you'd like to be tagged in. As of right now these are all the works I have planned out. And some might not have summaries because I haven't worked much on them.

The Powers of Emotions - Eris Vanserra x Archeron!Reader | Part 2 - Completed, Coming Soon

Chaos: Prologue - Original Character | 1st Person POV | Lucien Vanserra x Evangeline Nightbane (Currently), Cassian x Evangeline Nightbane (Eventually) | Completed, Coming Soon

Broken & Loved - Azriel x Reader | Inspired by Broken by Isak Danielson | Eris Vanserra x Reader (Past) | Not Completed

Lost - Cassian x Tamlin!Sister!Reader | Not completed

We're Just Friends - Request | Re-writing/not completed | Helion x Reader

I Always Knew - Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader | Break-up with Jason Carver | Not completed

Kate Denali Headcanons - Requested | Not completed | Kate Denali x Human!Reader & Kate Denali x Vampire!Reader

Birthday Special - Chapter 5 in The Dark Paradise | Biker!Eddie Munson x Teacher!Reader | Not Completed

Untitled - Azriel x Reader | Not completed | Part 1 of at least 5 Parts (maybe more)

Untitled - Eris Vanserra x Rhysand!Sister!Reader | Not completed

Untitled - Eris Vanserra x Reader | Elain's fraternal twin sister | Not completed

Untitled - Bat Boys x Reader | Part 2 to Forever Together | Not completed

Another Universe - Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader | Marvel x Stranger Things Crossover | Chapter 1 | Not completed

My Love Will Never Die - Eris Vanserra x Circe Archeron x Azriel | Original Character | Not completed | Prologue

Life Eternal - Tamlin x Reader | Not completed

Runaway Bride - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader | Not completed

[readtilyoudie]

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1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

A

Ahsoka by E.K. Johnston | Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood | Alice Have I Been by Melanie Benjamin | Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll | Animal by Lisa Taddeo | Ariadne by Jennifer Saint | Artemis Fowl Series by Eoin Colfer

B

The Band by Nicholas Eames | Bitter by Akwaeke Emezi | The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner

C

Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White | Choke by Chuck Palahniuk | The Chosen and The Beautiful by Nghi Vo | Circe by Madeline Miller

D

The Dark Tower Series by Stephen King | Deerskin by Robin McKinley | The Dictionary of Lost Words by Pip Williams | Dietland by Sarai Walker | Dreadnought by April Daniels

E

Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine | Enders by Lissa Price | The Enlightenment of Bees by Rachel Linden

F

Fable: the Balverine Order by Peter David | Fable: Reaver by Peter David | Fairy Tales of Remnant by E.C. Myers | Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

G

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman | The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

H

Hamlet by William Shakespeare | Harper Connelly Series by Charlaine Harris | The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams | The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien | How To Train Your Dragon Series by Cressida Cowell | The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

I

The Illuminae Files by Amie Kaufman, Jay Kristoff | The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde | Interior Chinatown by Charles Yu | Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk | Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

J

K

Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn | A Knight of the Word by Terry Brooks

L

Last Flight by Liane Merciel | Loki: Where Mischief Lies by Mackenzi Lee | The Long Way To A Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers | The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor | The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl | Lost in the Never Woods by Aiden Thomas | Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk

M

The Memoirs of Lady Trent by Marie Brennan | Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides | Misty of Chincoteague by Marguerite Henry

N

A New Dawn by John Jackson Miller | Night of the Living Rez by Morgan Talty | A Noodle Shop Mystery by Vivien Chien | Not Your Sidekick Series by C.B. Lee

O

Oryx & Crake by Margaret Atwood

P

The Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood | Percy Jackson Series by Rick Riordan | Pet by Akwaeke Emezi | Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth | The Portrait of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde | A Prayer For Owen Meany by John Irving | The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Q

R

The Reckoners Series by Brandon Sanderson | Red Riding Hood by Sarah Blakley-Cartwright | The Robber Bride by Margaret Atwood | Ruination by Anthony Reynolds

S

A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket | The Shadow and Bone Trilogy by Leigh Bardugo | Sherlock Holmes by Sir Conan Doyle | The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants by Ann Brashares | Starters by Lissa Price | Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk | A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle

T

The Tale of the Nutcracker by E.T.A. Hoffman | These Ruthless Deeds by Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker | These Vicious Masks by Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker | To Be Taught If Fortunate by Becky Chambers | Toil & Trouble: 15 Tales of Women & Witchcraft by Elizabeth May | Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson | The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine

U

Uglies Series by Scott Westerfeld | Until I Find You by John Irving

V

W

The Wayfarers Series by Becky Chambers | Wayward Children Series by Seanan McGuire | When Christmas Comes Again: The World War One Diary of Simone Spencer by Beth Seidel Levine | The Wicker King by K. Ancrum | William Shakespeare's Star Wars: Verily, A New Hope | A Wind In The Door by Madeleine L'Engle | The Witcher Series by Andrzej Sapkowski | The Wizards of Once by Cressida Cowell | The World According to Garp by John Irving | A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle

X

Y

The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories by Charlotte Perkins Gilman | The Young Elites Series by Marie Lu

Z

Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes by Cory O'Brien