#gwen & ren

[pyjamacryptid]

To Kill The King

GWEN & MORGANA (+ Uther)

I’ve been thinking a lot about To Kill The King 1x12 lately and how it established, early on, that Gwen and Morgana were narrative foils.

This would’ve been a fanvid if I had the time or less than 10 Merlin-related wips lol so it gets a meta post instead <3

[punkeropercyjackson]

Gwen and Hobie are LITERALLY in-text everything 'female fantasy' girlies have said they want from m/f ships for years.Slightly older boy,boy towers over girl,edgy punk x kiddy pastel,him as the alternative love interest to the goody two shoes male mc,deep connection,nonstop support to eachother,him saving her from her abusive situation,so much casual cheesy flirtatious banter.And yet they don't touch it with a ten foot pole.And i know damn well it's because Hobie is black so they don't see him as capable of good romantic partnership and they don't think Gwen is canonically trans either,much less headcanon her black as she should be which falls into it too.Absolutely in-fucking-sufferable

[spicypepperjack]

With all the trauma that she's experienced and the fact that almost all Gwen Stacys have died, I'd imagine a corrupted Venom-ized Gwen might develop a god complex to remake the multiverse, so that she gets a happy ending, and she'd want Miles to join her with scene like Kylo Ren and Rey's throne scene:

Gwenom: It's time to let old things die. Canon events. Spider-Man. Death. Misery. Let it all die. Miles, I want you to join me. We can rule the multiverse. Make things the way we want them to be!

Miles: Don't do this, Gwen. Please don't go this way.

Gwenom: No, no... You're still HOLDING ON! LET GO!

Gwenom: Do you want to know what you are when you are not Spider-Man?

Miles: *tears start falling*

Gwenom: You know the truth. You become the Prowler or die when you encounter Spider-Man. Sometimes both! Everyone you care about dies, and you will not be there to save them. You become nothing; you're nothing.

Miles:...

Gwenom: But not to me. Join me.

Miles:

Gwen, quietly: Please.

[cocotierz]

A catalog of all my completed and ongoing fics. These are all explicit, please check ratings and tags.

reylo

oneshots

all the right reasons

Rey Palpatine has a big crush on Professor Solo. When she leaves her diary behind after wasting his office hour, Ben sees just how much he has to teach her.

baby blues

Rey becomes pregnant after a one-night stand. Ben decides to do the honourable thing.

rain on me

The state of California has put restrictions on water usage per household due to drought but Rey’s roommate Ben has a solution. What’s some platonic co-showering between friends?

signals crossing

It's a lot easier to accidentally chrome cast porn to your neighbours TV than one would like

loving you is cherry pie

Rey Niima knows for a fact her pies are nothing short of delectable. So why is it that neighboring criminal defense attorney and resident asshole Ben Solo keeps ordering slices just to pick at it without taking so much as a bite?

don't let it stop

Ben and Rey are no strangers to competition, so when Ben proposes they see who can resist the other for the longest, they both get extremely creative to make the other break.

multichapter - completed

sign of the times

Fifteen-year-old Rey Niima can’t stand her neighbour Ben Solo. So you can imagine her surprise when she wakes up fifteen years in the future in bed with him — especially when he is calling himself her husband.

delivered

The guy Rey hooked up with at that frat party is turning out to be weird, pushy, with no respect for boundaries. And yet…

ask for more

Rey is single and wants Ben as her Alpha. Ben is hung up on some nameless Omega. They make a mutually beneficial and strictly platonic arrangement.

talk to me boy

In which Rey is a romance author, Ben is her editor, and Rey needs help with a sex scene.

multichapter - wip

queen of disaster

Crown Princess Regina and First Son of the United States Benjamin Solo hate each other. Fate, it seems, has other plans.

once upon a dream

Rey and her virgin sisters live and dance by the lakes, giving offerings to the gods. That is until the demon prince Kylo Ren takes a liking to her and steals her away to the underworld, to be his wife.

cool about it

Rey treats her dms with a list actor Ben Solo like a diary of sorts, sending him rants, memes, nudes, and recipes. It’s not like he’ll ever see it…right?

playing house

Rey Niima became an au pair in order to sightsee and improve her French. She did not become an au pair to pine after her brooding host and grow attached to his adorable daughter.

series

loser ben

drive through

Sixteen-year-old Ben Solo isn't used to pretty, kind of scary girls climbing on top of him and taking what they want - that is until he meets Rey.

video games

Rey really wants the snail Squishmallow at the arcade. She also really wants to suck her boyfriends cock.

migwen

oneshots

if you're seeking heaven (then you want to come and get it)

The girl next door is loud and arrogant and only a couple months into legal territory. Miguel shouldn’t be wanting to fuck her like some starved old man.

[copiousloverofcopia]

ALRIGHT PRIMO LOVERS!!!!

The new installment of Potpourri is HERE!

Thank you so much for your patience with me and all your support. I hope you all enjoy!!!!

Special shoutout to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers 💗

**TRIGGER WARNING**

mentions of pregnancy loss, miscarriage

Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can’t help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can’t let go of the past?

Chapter 10: The Spark

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet, start from the beginning HERE!

Read below the cut!

Chapter 10: The Spark

The dawn had only just broken over the horizon and the sun’s warm light began to settle across the Emeritus suite. Primo stirred, having never been much of a deep sleeper. His eyes, opening to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Gwen was lying soundly beside him, still dreaming away, cradled in his arms. 

Her skin was almost glowing in the early morning sun and Primo felt breathless to look at her. Her beauty overwhelmed him. Appreciating it in silence, as not to disturb the quiet of their bed, he could feel it. Something electric had occurred and the magic of it still lingered in the air.  

It was undeniable to his keen senses. Only hours had passed since he held her in his arms. The two of them, crying out in the night and becoming one, but in his heart he already knew. He and Gwen had conceived a child. 

Indeed the spark was felt and in a few weeks time it would officially make itself known to them. Primo had never felt so content—so elated. A blissful reverie, washing over him as he gently rubbed the back of his hand across the small of Gwen’s belly. Watching as it continued to rise and fall as his lover lay naively sleeping beside him. 

While Primo was sure of it, the beginnings of life sprouting rapidly inside her, he knew Gwen would take some time. That no matter what he might say or do to prove it, a part of her would still deny it. After all, they had just made love, it was too soon to tell. Wasn’t it?

Primo felt assured, he had done what he always did. The promise made to her, kept. There was no ritual to ensure fertility or elaborate display to put her in a spotlight. No it was just a quiet enchantment. 

Something small to help it take hold so long as she agreed to accept his seed. Primo smiled, tears beginning to appear in his eyes. Rubbing his thumb across her stomach. Sensing the child’s aura already beginning to form. 

“Presto piccolo. Presto ti farai conoscere a tua madre.” he whispered, shutting his eyes. A tear falling from them and settling atop Gwen’s shoulder. 

“Mmm…Papa?” she muttered, still partly clinging to her dreams. Shifting in the comforts of the bed. The sounds of the comforter almost lulling her back to sleep. 

“Scusami, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Primo hummed, bringing his lips down to press against her forehead. Gwen rubbed her eyes as she turned over to face him. Seeing him smiling back at her, but with unexpected teary eyes.

“Primo…are you ok?” she asked him, her Papa unable to stop himself from pulling her tightly into his arms. Holding onto her close, Gwen couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle at his enthusiasm.  

“I…I just love you so much.” he told her, taking in the scent of her hair. Trying to collect his emotions enough to move on. It was too soon to tell her, too soon to make light of things. The later she knew the better. The stress of worrying over another possible loss would greatly linger on her mind, especially in such an early stage. 

“I love you.” she told him. Words spoken this time outside the throws of passion. Said plainly to him in the calm, quiet room. Apodictic and whole in their sincerity. 

“There is nothing that…” Primo began realizing he was about to tell a lie. A little white lie, but one he knew she would forgive, “...nothing that makes me happier than to hear you say it.” 

“Hmmm.” she smiled, noticing that he looked as if he were holding back. As if there was more being left unsaid. “What is it?”

“It's just you never gave me an answer amore.” Primo explained, her acceptance on whether or not to be his Prime Mover still left undecided. 

“I just need some time.” she told him, her heart heavy to have to say it. Though the night between them had presented her with the revelation, she was no longer alone in the world. Now surely seen as his, under the eyes of Lucifer—the title was not one she was ready to accept.

“I understand.” he lamented. Closing his eyes in the moment to appreciate it. The time of the two of them being alone together would only last a short time longer and Primo intended to enjoy it. 

“I just can’t make any promises.” Gwen explained, nuzzling her cheek against the warmth of his chest. 

“I know…but I can.” 

Primo had long since gone to his office and Gwen began making her way out to the gardens. A quick hot breakfast in the refectory. Some tea and a blueberry muffin to warm her inside and prepare for cold winds on the grounds. The day felt filled with potential and Gwen couldn’t help but get the sense of hopefulness in the air. Feeling at peace now that Primo arrived home safely and that he was not pressing her to officially become his Prime Mover.

When she turned the corner however, ready to head out to the grounds, she bumped into Sister Imperator. An unexpected turn of events, Sister smiling at her instead of being cross. Gwen couldn't help but marvel at her. Already so well put together in the early morning hours. Her hair pulled back tight and her red heels eliciting an air of power and prowess at the sight of them as she walked. Gwen couldn’t help but envy her strength and powerful demeanor.

“Ah Sister Guinevere.” Sister crowed. The excitement in her eyes, a bit unnerving as Gwen quietly smiled back at her. 

“Sister, good morning to you.” Gwen replied. Sister Imperator worked quickly to place her hand on Gwen’s shoulder, bringing them uncomfortably close together.

“Would you join me for a moment in my office? I have a few things I would like to discuss with you and well, I prefer some privacy, wouldn’t you?” she asked her. Instantly Gwen was filled with anxiety. Convinced that a conversation about her Prime Movership was coming steadily down the pipeline, she cautiously agreed. 

“Of course, Sister, as you wish.” she replied, Sister Imperator happily leading her up to the Abbess office. Gwen, nervously straightening out her habit before taking a seat on the opposite side of the room. Subconsciously trying to keep her distance, when Sister Imperator let out a sigh. Recognizing that Gwen, just as the others, was intimidated by her.   

“I'm not all bad you know.” Sister remarked, her words taking Gwen by surprise.

“Oh, I didn't mean to…did I?” She stuttered, panicking that she had done something wrong. Her eyes, refusing to look up for fear that the Abbess would strike her where she sat.  

“Relax, I'm not going to bite. You will need to learn that if you are to become Primo’s Prime Mover.” Sister Imperator laughed as she took a seat at her desk. Crossing on legs over the other before leaning towards the petrified sister.

“Oh.” was all Gwen could say in response. 

“Oh? Is that all you have to say? My gosh child. I just wanted to see how things are going with you and Papa Primo but…” she began a soft, compassionate look upon her face turning to astonishment. “... well sweet Lucifer please tell me you have given him an answer by now.” she exclaimed; her inflection raised with the end of her sentence. 

“Not exactly.” Gwen frowned, looking over to Sister Imperator. Her eyes sullen, as if pleading for mercy. Without a second thought Sister stood up and came to sit beside her. Taking Gwen’s hands in hers, the two of them making eye contact—Gwen unable to control her tears.

“You know…your worth to Lucifer, the Ministry, inside this Abbey, and even to Primo…has nothing to do with your ability to have a child…you realize that don’t you?” Sister began, her sage words resonating on a far deeper level than Gwen had expected. 

“So, you know…” Gwen asked, unsure how to feel about Sister Imperator knowing the truth about her pain. But before she could continue, Sister interrupted with the gentle squeeze of her hand. 

“I do…and I know much more than that. Sister Guinevere, mother to mother, it’s time you realized that yourself worth also had nothing to do with it either. You have punished your self and if I do say so, Primo, long enough. If you love him, it’s time to move on with him.” Sister said, Gwen nodding. The two of them, exchanging something far beyond the spoken words. A feeling and understanding that things would be alright and that there was no reason for either of them to wait. That happiness had waited long enough. 

“You’re right… you’re so, so right.” Gwen sniffled back, standing up from the sofa and making a mad dash for the door. Stopping only a moment to smile at Sister Imperator. “Thank you. I won’t keep him waiting any longer.”

“No, no you won’t.” Sister Imperator smiled as she watched Gwen disappear through the doorway. “And just in time too, I was worried we were going to have to wait for her to show.” Sister muttered to herself as Papa Nihil’s ghost manifested beside her. 

“I was too…but now that that is settled. What do you say we return to our suite.” Nihil smiled, wiggling his eyebrows as he egged Sister on.

“Argh… Papa you’re incorrigible.” she said, laughing away.

“It is in his sovereignty over sin that we are renewed…that we shall all be allowed to live life free of unnecessary guilt.” Copia continued as the congregation hung on his every word. Happy to be back and performing Black Mass for the Abbey after such a long time. Though what he wanted more than anything, that particular day, was to speak with Primo. 

It had been two weeks since Primo’s return from the conference and Copia, along with the rest of the Abbey, were still dying to know what was happening between him and Gwen. Copia smiled over to them in the front of the pews. Gwen, holding Primo’s hand as they listened intently to his sermon. The two of them, having begun to be more open in public.

Though they had kept things hush, Gwen had accepted his offer. The two of them were bound by things far deeper than his magic. She loved him and though it may not be what she originally intended for her life—it would be worthwhile. Prime Mover and Papa, the first in many years to be celebrated by the church. 

Copia could see that things had changed. Felt that they were keeping good things from them. Waiting impatiently for his eldest brother to let him in on the secret. Knowing that they would have to make things into a full ordeal within the traditions of the church—and soon.

The rest of the sermon was beautiful. The sweet and earthy scent of incense and notes of Copia's wine, still thick in the air. The word of the Dark Lord felt in every heart within the pews. All of them, feeling renewed in their faith—called to sin in his name.

When the mass was over, and the 'nemas' had all been said, Copia waited for his moment to approach Primo and Gwen. Watching as his flock slowly exited the pews. Leaving only the clergy in the front to take their leave. Just as Primo and Gwen stood to head out, Copia ran up to them. Practically beaming to speak to them, Primo and Gwen smiling to one another as Copia began to speak.

“Buona sera.” Copia smiled, almost tripping on his chasuble.  

“Buonasera anche a te fratello.” Primo said back, Gwen bowing her head in reverence before the current reigning Papa.

“So I can’t help but ask, as you know I am an anxious man…but will we soon be celebrating any specific ceremonies… you know ones that you all will be leading by chance.” Copia teased, hinting to Primo and Gwen that he knew she’d accepted. 

“Soon…I should say quite soon…” Primo began, smiling before giving Gwen a kiss on her forehead. “...I will be making the announcement by the end of the week.”

“Meraviglioso, assolutamente meraviglioso!” Copia cheered, Primo subtly reminding him to tone it down a smidge. “I’m sorry I am just so very happy for the two of you…that being said, and I hope you will pardon the intrusion as I know you both are anxious to return to your suite, but might I borrow you for a moment Primo.” Copia asked, his request a bit confusing.

“Of course…” Primo began, “Amore, I shall see you soon ok?” Gwen nodded and smiled in response before heading out of the chapel. Leaving the two brothers standing alone in the nave. 

“What may I ask, is it that you wanted to discuss fratello?” Primo asked him, choosing to sit back down in the front pew. Copia joined him, a wide smile on his face. 

“So does Guinevere know yet?” Copia blurted out, his excitement too much in the moment. 

“I am not sure what you mean.” Primo smiled softly. Copia looked at him, brows furrowed and completely bewildered.

“Really…be serious fratello…she’s.” he continued before Primo cut him off. 

“Shhh...hold your tongue now…” Primo chided playfully, a bit shocked that his little brother would be aware of it. It was too early for even Gwen to have any idea of it, let alone anyone else. “How did you…eh?”

“The ghouls…” Copia continued with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Ah.” Primo laughed, nodding his head in amusement. The sound of his laughter, echoing in the emptiness of the chapel. 

“Aether has quite the keen sense of smell.”

“That he does.” Primo agreed. Copia’s eyes, growing wider in his elation.

“So it’s true, Gwen is with child?” he asked him. Primo, taking a quick assessment of their surroundings before proceeding with the answer. 

“Si, that she is. But again…shhh…even she doesn’t know. I don’t want her worrying.” Primo explained.

“Well better tell her soon fratello before everyone else finds out before she does. I can keep Aeth contained, but I can’t guarantee anything about the others.”

“Of course, of course. Soon I promise. Soon she will know.” Primo assured him, the two of them walking together, Copia’s arm wrapped around his elder brother. A proud father to be. 

Notes: Presto piccolo. Presto ti farai conoscere a tua madre.- Soon little one. Soon you will make yourself known to your mother.  Scusami- I’m sorry Buona sera- Good evening  Buonasera anche a te fratello.- Good evening to you as well brother. meraviglioso, assolutamente meraviglioso.- Wonderful, absolutely wonderful. 

[hollowwish]

me when I'm talking about the real half of me no one knows thats so hard to conceal and my hair and the walls turn transgender and then I hug my dad again the whole house becomes transgender and my police officer dad has a trans pin on his shirt and there's a protect trans kids flag in my room and my whole story is about acceptance and whatnot.

But yeah no Gwen Stacy isn't trans it's her Peter and she was protecting him from terrible transphobic Ned or whatever. Because ya know normalizing allies having trans flags is a good thing!! Even tho said trans character is a side one who's dead and in flashbacks and probably will be in beyond for 0.1 second if even and not one of the two main characters of the spiderverese trilogy and her own squeal movie. Yeah normalizing allyship with a trans guy killed in a backstory is better than a main trans girl character who was widely interpreted as so and potentially somewhat impiled to be. Or whatever

[murdockmeta]

Earth-65 Fic Recs

i wanted to be thorough with my suggestions and i know there's a decently popular rec list from @/evilwickedme

I wanted to be able to offer suggestions that weren't too similar to theirs - but from that list, i love-- bullet, my roommate: matt murdock, and the two they wrote, less an apocalypse and human after all

Now down to brass tacks, my rec list:

Matt Murdock's Evil Internship for Struggling Superheros - i highly suggest you check out the entire collection from the author for this one, but this fic particularly is a fav of mine. it's excellent, i love the exploration of gwen and matt's relationship and it's so well written it feels like i'm reading canon material

In the Hall of the Mountian King - i love the POV of this and how we catch a glimpse of how fucking terrifying Matt can be, along with some of Matt and Otomo's relationship, also the amazing comic that was drawn to go with it

Empty Houses -- this is a really really cool take on an e-65 version of blindspot. i love the internal dialogue we get from sam along with his interactions with matt and gwen. also when he gets blinded? i. dont touch me. im sensitve.

Enjoy the Dance - this one is really interesting to me, i really like the portrayal of Otomo and Matt's dynamic, how we get a little more characterization for Otomo, and i enjoyed to open ending and Matt being delirious from blood loss lol

The Indictment of Sick Jan - another goody, love how mattfoggy is portrayed here. I love the teasing and the tension and this fic actually heavily contributed to me shipping the two of them because it really captures their dynamic so well

[hxntresses]

There are so many muses I wanna add to this blog but I don't wanna overwhelm myself sdghjk

[astrummorte-m]

y'think, as the son of a tried and true cowboy, aryin follows the hat rule?

[pyjamacryptid]

ngl we spent most of our time just yelling at the characters in despair lmao

BBC Merlin + live commentary by @macaritaville @1kitwonder and I from our Merlin watch party

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[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Sweet yanderes who are so gentle with their darlings, handling them like they’re made of glass. They never raise their voice and hold their darling like they’ll break under the slightest pressure, terrified of harming their darling in any way.

Sweet yanderes who can be a bit overwhelming, always doing everything for their darling and making sure their always within eyeshot of them. They just don’t want their darling to strain themselves, is that so bad? Their darling won’t have to lift a finger as long as they’re around!

Sweet yanderes who would never hurt their darling, no matter how much they acted out. Yanderes who rely on rewards rather than punishment, giving their darling more privileges the longer they behave.

Sweet yanderes who want nothing more than to keep their darling safe. Sure, they kidnapped them and took away most of their freedom, but it was for their own good! They can’t have their darling being hurt and corrupted by the cruelty of the outside world, it would destroy them!

Sweet yanderes who make their darling as comfortable as possible as a way to make up for their lost freedoms. They’ll buy all their darlings favorite things, nab all of their comfort items just to keep them happy. They know what they’ve done is upsetting but eventually, if they keep treating their darling well, they’ll see that it was for the best. They have all they need where they are anyways!

Sweet yanderes whose hearts break a little more every time their darling tries to escape or lash out. Why can’t they see that this is for the best? Aren’t they doing enough to keep their darling happy? Yanderes who work even harder to keep their darlings satisfied, doing anything and everything they ask (except for letting them go).

Sweet yanderes who would and do murder anyone standing in between them and their darling without regret, brutalizing their victim until the body’s almost unrecognizable. Yanderes who make sure their darling never finds out about what they’ve done, too afraid of scaring their darling even more than they already are.

Sweet yanderes who remind their darling how much they love them every day, gently kissing them on the forehead while snuggling up to them. It’ll all be ok in the end, they just need to give their darling a little time to adjust, eventually they’ll be living happily ever after, just the two of them.

Forever.

The sweet yanderes: MICAH, Rain, Stella, REN, Leo (kinda), GWEN, Ivy

[punkeropercyjackson]

I hate that Hobie Brown age discourse exists.I hate that every time we get an abusive and fascistic white boy character-Draco Malfoy aka the og and his ressurection in 'fanon' Regulus Black,Kylo Ren,Prince Lotor,Luke Castellan and so many more-they get excuses and turned into softboys who couldn't have known better despite either actively relishing in hurting other kids who were minorities or being GROWN but Hobie who's so sweet-looking and clearly just a boy to anyone who knows what it's like to be a troubled kid and not even necessarily a black one specifically because so many nonblack minors i've seen in the fandom have expressed frustration and discomfort over it like me but has a backbone of steel he was forced to make as a trauma survival response and has so much love and anger in him he chanels in violence against people like those same men i talked about and giving help to other children like him gets called an adult and sexualized and his trans coding erased for the sake of conforming to traditional masculinity and made out to be MEAN when he's as sweet as the desserts i discovered at his age and only teases his friends on things he knows they're okay with because he's not some demonic white altie who'd bullied them 'because it's normal to'.I hate that Hobie lost his childhood and Atsv fans won't let him be in love with his own heavily hinted at girlfriend who's canon trans or have an adorable puppycrush on his male best friend because he can only be their brother and never their boyfriend despite claiming to want everything to be lgbt while in the same breath pinkwashing and infantalizing actual male adults because they refuse to unlearn their internalized biases even though Hobie literally encouraged not just the cast but us the audience to.I hate 'fandom isn't activism' in response to disgusting potrayals of minority characters instead of fandom mommies and daddies and parenties growing the fuck up and calling themselves antifas because they get off to kiddy porn and racism

[fightingdragcnswithycu]

"Excellent. Some ale please," Oona said to the bar keep, "And I like to buy a drink for new friend here too. Whatever she wants," she added, smiling to the other, "My name is Oona. Nice to meet you, Gwen."

“Yes they do.” Gwen said from her seat as she looked at her meal. She was on her break since she was working all day. The Gardner gave the other a smile. “My name is Gwen,” she adds

[copiousloverofcopia]

Peepaw Lovers! Rejoice lol I have a new installment of Potpourri!

Hey there ghesties!

I am doing my best to make sure all of my chapter fics have a chapter released this month so that way everything is updated for the new year.

Thank you so much for your patience with me and all your support.

Special shoutout to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers 💗

**TRIGGER WARNING**

mentions of pregnancy loss, miscarriage

Potpourri

During his retirement, Papa Primo Emeritus falls in love with a new Sister of Sin who has suffered a tragic loss. While the new sister settles into the Abbey, Primo can’t help but grow more infatuated with her. Promising to give her everything she desires, but can he win her affections when she still can’t let go of the past?

Chapter 8: Forget Me Nots

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet, start from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Chapter 8: Forget Me Nots

The soil felt smooth as Gwen finished patting it into place. The seeds pressed gently into the earth, with all the love and care she could give them. It had been weeks since her and Primo spent the night under the honeysuckle in the greenhouse. The garden, henceforth becoming a much-needed sanctuary for her. The one place in all the world she felt happy, if even for only brief moments at a time. 

Primo had a mind to bring her there every day, though he wasn’t always able. He could from the moment she stepped into it that the garden awakened the joy inside her. Insisting she’d join him in his working of the land whenever she could. Slowly Gwen began to let go, allowing some of the walls she had built up to come down, caving whenever she ventured to the garden. Rolling up her sleeves and not afraid to get her hands dirty beside him. Creating something beautiful out of something so messy, a simple task that had come to mean so much to her. 

She was sitting along the stone patch as she finished up her work. Her collection of seeds all beneath the soil as she began dabbing the small pearls of sweat. The embroidery of her handkerchief donning the ruby red initials of “P.E.I”. Turning to the sound of footsteps towards her and her eyes beginning to sparkle when she caught sight of Primo having just arrived. 

He was returning from his meeting with his brothers in preparation for the Ostara celebrations. The annual celebration of the Spring Equinox—of new life would be quickly upon them and with that the Ministry had become busier and busier as the day drew near. The Equinox had normally been a time Primo was at his most jubilant. A chance to start anew and for things to grow—to share his love of flowers with the siblings. 

This year however was different. The closer the time came, the more he worried more about how the celebrations would affect Gwen. Expecting that the festivities in on of this particular subject would set her back. Undo all the progress she had made. 

“What was the hold up?” she asked him. Having grown just comfortable enough around him to start giving him a bit of grief, though Primo was so smitten he wouldn’t have noticed. Falling in love with her all over again with each passing moment.  His heart warmed by looking at her—hands tinged with dirt and that sweet smile worn brightly across her face. 

“Just some final decisions and preparations for Ostara. Terzo is arguing that he should be in charge of the fertility rituals with the new siblings…we beg to differ.” he told her, watching as the smile immediately fell from her face. 

“Oh…” was all she could say. Primo reached out his hand to help her up. Gwen, quietly brushing off the dirt from her habit as he gently pressed a kiss into her forehead. 

“Mio fiore… you know that we don't have to attend the celebrations if you don’t want to.” he assured her, pulling her closer to him. Gwen nuzzled against his chest. Taking in the scent of incense and dried herbs mixed with the faintest hint of rose. Feeling at ease as she listened to the beat of his heart. Comforted by him like no other.

“No.” she sighed, squeezing him tighter. 

“No?” He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears. 

“I know how much the celebrations mean to you. What kind of woman would I be to take something away that means so much to you?” she explained. Primo taking her lips onto his. The heat between them, manifesting in the well endowed outline within his slacks. The length of which pressed hard against Gwen’s thigh. 

She hummed against his lips. No longer shy about her need of him, as she ran her fingers across it. Primo let out a shutter and a slight moan. Wrapping his arms around her as they lost themselves in their kiss. Deep and passionate as he slipped his hand up between Gwen’s thighs. Meeting quickly with her heated core. 

“I need you.” she confessed, his fingertips already teasing at her panties. Gwen, shuffling where she stood in anticipation of him. 

“I need you more.” Primo proclaimed, sinking his fingers into her gently. Her head fell back as a breathy moan escaped her. Her delicate hands, holding on tightly to him as he massaged her inside. Pressing intently into the soft, cushiony flesh of her walls. Primo burying his face in her neck, kissing her and whispering praises in her ear.  

“Oh Primo… I…I.” she mewled, her lover’s talented digits already bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her body, coming undone quickly where she stood. Almost limp in Primo's arms as he worked her over. 

“Cum.” Primo insisted. Biting his bottom lip as he felt her tightening all around his fingers. Using his other hand to try and steady her. He loved how beautiful she was this way. The pleasure between them, giving the most delightful flush to her cheeks. The relaxed look on her face was everything.

When he was done, he slipped himself from her. His lips quickly taking onto hers, when to his surprise Gwen dropped carefully down to her knees, undoing the button of his pants and allowing his cock to fall free. She blushed immediately, having never seen it in the daylight. Now laid out in its full glory, intimidating as she looked up at him. Taking a quick lick of the head before Primo ran his fingers through her hair.

“Mmm…” Gwen hummed as she began to tease him, stroking his shaft gently. Her eyes, never leaving him.  

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Primo smiled, his cock pulsing with every slight move of her hand. Unwittingly finding himself carefully thrusting into her touch. 

“I know, but I want to…wait, what's this?” she asked, her voice filled with concern but more so curiosity. Primo looked down, watching as she carefully traced his scar with her fingertip. It traveled around his shaft, something easily hidden in the dark, but quite obvious in the spotlight of the afternoon sun. 

“War injury.” he smirked, watching as Gwen raised an eyebrow at him. He was incredibly funny when he wanted to be.

“Is that so?” she laughed. Moving once more with her fist. Up and down along his full length. 

“Ah… a story for another time.” he assured her, breathless as Gwen moved forward with her intentions to please him. Primo had never felt such rapturous bliss. So in love with this woman. He would give her anything and everything she wanted, if she’d only allow him. 

A few short days had passed, and the morning of the Ostara celebrations arrived. Primo, along with his brothers, was occupied from the moment the sun began to rise with the ceremonies. Readying for the likes of fertility rituals and blessings of rebirth. The whole of the Abbey grounds, covered in daffodils and wildflowers. The siblings and ghouls alike enjoying the warm weather and the sounds of children laughing already began to fill the courtyard.

The day was filled with activity. Everyone, buzzing from ritual to ritual. The Papas, presiding over them all in between bountiful feast and drink. It was amazing that there was any room left in anyone’s stomachs come midday.  

Gwen drifted carefully through the day. Doing her best to ignore the happy siblings with their small children in tow. Or the group of pregnant sisters who sat before the newly constructed outdoor altar—surrounded by baaing lambs. All of them, waiting for the next ceremony where the Papas would bestow blessings for a safe delivery. 

By the time dusk hit, she wished so badly she could run back to her room. Hide from the constant reminders that plagued her at every turn. She promised to try for Primo and was so proud she had managed to stay. Walking around dressed like all the other maidens, who had yet to bear a child, in a white muslin gown.

At some point she knew she would have been expected to participate, like all the others who were present on the grounds. Though she did everything she could to avoid it and successfully hid herself among them. Watching everyone else smiling and enjoying themselves as she greeted them wearing a thinly veiled mask of happiness on her face.

As the day went on she would catch him, more and more searching for her eyes. Smiling up at Primo when he’d see her. So handsome in his robes, all of them in their full Papal regalia, and so brilliant in his command of the rituals. The one saving grace for the day, was knowing that when it was over, she would be back safely in his comforting arms. 

Primo and his brothers stood at the picnic tables, talking to the visiting clergy who had traveled for the festivities. The siblings had been finishing up their food as the ghoul began lighting up all the lanterns. The sun setting as the day was heading to an end, Primo noticeably distracted by his keeping tabs on Gwen. As the group continued to converse, Mr. Saltarian approached them. Placing his hand on Primo’s shoulder. 

“Pardon the intrusion Papas, but everything is ready for the conception ritual.” he alerted them. 

“Oh?” Primo asked, looking back over his old friend’s shoulder to see the altar, dressed in bouquets of yellow daffodils and lilies, ready for use. Primo knew this was the one ritual he was looking forward to. A few rites read by the chosen Papa and a blessing to the couple before they were allowed to consummate their intentions on the altar. Hoping to gain favor from Lucifer to help them conceive that night.  

Primo decided to give it a shot, sending Saltarian a knowing look before heading off to retrieve Gwen from the crowd. The group of them, watching as Primo went running off opposite the altar. Saltarian, giving a hopeful smile as he tried to regroup the rest of the Emeritus brothers. Only then did Copia notice Primo was leaving them. 

“Where is he off to? It’s time to start the rit—” Copia began before Secondo cut him off at the pass.

“You know exactly what he is going over there for stronzo.” he told him, Secondo rolling his eyes at Copia. The youngest Emeritus, finally beginning to understand the situation.  

“Can’t blame him… it's the perfect opportunity.” Terzo smirked, wiggling his brows at Mr. Saltarian and Copia. 

“Every opportunity for you is the perfect opportunity, now move.” Secondo hissed, shepherding them to the altar. 

Primo found Gwen quickly, seated by herself on a bench in the far back of the yard. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to be mediating or finding a way to control her emotions— though Primo could tell she had just about had enough. Coming to sit down beside her and taking her hand in his, instinctively Gwen knew it was him.

“Is it over yet?” she asked him, the need to cry heavy in her tone. 

“Almost amore… almost.” he assured her, bringing her closer to rest against him. He could hear her sniffling. Bringing his hand up to wipe the warm tears that rolled down her cheeks. He couldn’t ask her now. The idea would only make things worse. 

“Don’t be… you know I was going to wait until a bit later to show you something, but I think now would be a good time. Get you away from all this, spend some time just the two of us before bed, si?” Primo asked as Gwen brought her eyes to him. 

“I’m sorry.” she told him. The weight of the day had been too much and now she was unable to hold back the emotions bubbling up inside.

“Ok… ok.” she sniffled, taking Primo’s hand as he led the way. To Gwen’s surprise he led her to the garden. 

 “It’s just over here.” he told her as they passed the roses and the newly bloomed poppies, hellebores, and bloodroots. Finding a small section of flower bed that was covered in the tiniest little sprouts, still lacking their blooms. 

“What are these?” she asked him. Primo smiled, sneezing tightly to her hand. 

“These are Forget Me Nots.” he began, watching as Gwen’s eyes began to tear up once again, “...I thought it would be nice for you to have a place to come when you need to think about them—the baby you lost.” he explained, his mismatched eyes roaming her face, watching her reaction. He wondered what she was thinking. Her eyes staring into his as if she could see directly into his soul. The tears balancing themselves on her lashes.

“Thank you.” was all she could say before the floodgates opened and Gwen began to weep into Primo’s chest. The stress of the day, coupled with his sweet gesture, hitting her full force. Unable to control her sobs.

“Of course… You know grief isn’t something we forget or get over. It's something we grow around. I know that I could never give you back, and I never expect you to forget them.” he told her. Primo, hoping that this small place just for her as a memorial to her baby would be able to help her heal.    

“I know amore… I know.” Primo said, as he held her close. Rubbing her back gently as she continued to cry in his arms. No matter how much time would pass, Primo knew that a part of her would also ache for what she lost. He only hoped she’d allow him to help carry the burden and to allow herself to heal.

“I was so happy.” Gwen cried, holding on to Primo for dear life as she felt her heart crushing inside her chest. The pain flowing through her as inside she recalled that day. The worst day of her life. 

Notes:

This chapter features a head canon involving a scar on Primo's *ahem* lol anyways I want to give credit to NYDELIDE on twitter and thank them for allowing me to include this in the chapter.

[hollowwish]

God does not want me to have the spider gwen squishmallow OR the minecraft goat plush and I'm going to fight him PERSONALLY about it

[murdockmeta]

Murderdock Headcanons

part 2

He has light freckles that spot over his shoulders and back

He enjoy tea and is very particular about how he makes it

He prefers white or green tea blends

He enjoys traditional Japanese food and clothing, though his relationship with his cultural upbringing is complex

To further: its a love/hate relationship, some things make him almost feel nostalgic while others remind him of the torture he endured while being raised by The Hand

He has a tattoo given to him by The Hand. My mind changes on what it is and where it is, but I generally imagine The Hand left some kind of brand on him somewhere

He met Elektra during his undergraduate studies while still living in Japan

This isn't exactly about Matt, but I usually imagine earth-65 Elektra as a man

He murdered Elektra after being instructed to do so by The Hand (it was a test of loyalty after they became aware of his and Elektra’s relationship)

Matt has a koi fish pond on the rooftop of his penthouse

When he's alone/at his penthouse, he will often stop what hes doing and. sit. on the floor or wherever. Mostly, it's when he wants to meditate

Most of his clothes are silk or a hyperspecifc polyester blend he had specially made

He owns the entire building his penthouse is in. He did this so he could clear out several floors below him to create a barrier for noise reduction

He was the biggest Mama's boy before Maggie passed, followed her everywhere and did everything with her

After she got ready for an audition, Maggie would have Matt stand on her toes and dance with her in the kitchen, it was a little ritual they had, she claimed it brought her good luck

Maggie's face is one of the only that Matt can still remember clearly. Even Jack's faded after a while, but Maggie's still appears in his dreams

Matt often gets nightmares, it leads to him being a bit of an insomniac

He trains regularly with Otomo to keep his skills sharp

His scarring is the worst on his back (between his shoulder blades), on his inner thighs, and around his eyes

He almost always has music playing in his penthouse, he own dozens of records and a (very expensive) record player

Alright there ya go!! Hope you liked them :)