#Natasha Petrovic

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It doesn't mean that when you're a heavy-duty land loader, you cannot do a ballet. 

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🕷️Natasha Tara Petrovic🕷️

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bring him home | chapter four

Summary: The beginning of the support groups, and a mission with your sister.

Warning: MCU Spoilers. Mentions of Grief. Violence. Car Crash. Guns.

Word Count: 1260

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A/N: It was quite fun to write a mission with Natasha.

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Surrounded by community leaders, counselors, volunteers, and fellow Avengers, you sat at a large wooden table in a conference room filled with tension. The topic of discussion was that of establishing support groups for those still trying to grasp the aftermath of the Snap. 

“So, we all agree that there’s a real need for this,” said the head of the community center. Her voice held a lace of hope, though her eyes were weary. “But we need to decide on a structure, the goals, and how we reach out.” 

You nodded, a weight of responsibility once again settling on your shoulders. “I think the focus should be on creating a safe space, a space where people can share their stories,” you said, your gaze not once lifting from the piece of paper in front of you. “They need to know they’re not alone, there are others who understand.” 

Several others around the table gave verbal acknowledgments. A tall man, who had lost his wife and daughter, spoke up. “We need to provide resources for the ones struggling to find their footing. Assistance with job placement, mental health service, and even social activities… rebuild a sense of community.” 

For another hour, the discussion continued, and ideas flowed freely with contributions of thoughts and suggestions. There was a clear plan of action by the end, in two weeks the first meeting would be held. 

And you would be leading it. 

~

It was supposed to be a routine mission with Natasha, to extract Dr. Ivan Petrov from Iran. The mission was critical, he was a nuclear engineer who contained vital information, and Natasha trusted your skills, yet she insisted on having you by her side, wanting to keep you close. 

As the two of you crossed the Ukraine border, near the outskirts of Odesa, Natasha kept her eyes sharp, scanning the road and surroundings. In the passenger seat, you sat equally alert, with Dr. Petrov in the back. The tension in the car grew as the landscape was barren and quiet. 

Suddenly, a ping echoed through the air, a sharp and metallic ping, causing the car to swerve. The tires under you were shot out. 

“Hold on!” Natasha shouted, gripping the wheel. She used all her strength to control the car as it spun out of control. Skidding, the vehicle careened off the edge of the cliff.

As you plunged downward, time seemed to slow. Unbuckling your seatbelts, you and Natasha used your precise training as you gained speed. Natasha grabbed Dr. Petrov as you kicked open the doors, and you all leaped out before hitting the rocky ground below. 

After tumbling down the slope, Natasha quickly assessed your surroundings. You watched as the smoke rose from the wreckage, the car lying in a twisted heap below. With no sign of your attacker, you all knew you had little time. 

“Get up,” she commanded, steadying you to your feet. “We need to move.” 

Following her lead, you moved around the slope using the sparse trees and boulders to seek cover. Rustling came from behind you, causing your attention to snap as a figure emerged from the shadows. 

He wore a mask, but his arm was unmistakable– Soldat. 

“The Winter Soldier,” Dr. Petrov whispered, his voice tinged with dread. 

A chill ran down your spine as your mind filled with the memories of him. Standing before you, a ghost of the past, the man who made you what you are today. 

Natasha tightened her grip on Dr. Petrov, narrowing her eyes as she assessed the situation. Conflict etched on her face, should she protect, fight, or survive? She was a force to be reckoned with, however, similar to you, she became wary in the presence of this man. 

With her firearm steady in her hand, she positioned herself between you and the Winter Soldier, with a calculated grace and her gaze locking with his. As she prepared to to defend, you sensed her uncertainty, this wasn’t just another target, this was someone she knew… someone she had once trusted around you. 

He stood motionless, his expression hidden behind the mask, yet his eyes pierced at her. You could feel his gaze burning through her as if he could see you hidden behind. 

“Nat, he’s different,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as a rush of adrenaline coursing through you. “It’s Soldat.” 

The air thickened with tension, the impending danger was a feeling you couldn’t shake. He stood before you, silent and imposing. Natasha’s eyes flickered with recognition, her grip tightening ever so slightly on Dr. Petrov. 

But, before you could react, the Winter Soldier moved. He raised his weapon in a fluid motion, aim locked on Natasha. You watched in horror as time slowed. The sound of gunfire echoed, stillness in the air. 

Natasha staggered backward as the shot rang out. Disbelief flashed across her face as his bullet tore through her abdomen. She fought to stay on her feet, stumbling, her grip on Dr. Petrov faltering. 

“No!” you cried out, lunging forward, you reached to catch your sister as she fell. Her body collapsed against yours. 

Her blood began to stain your hands as her breaths filled with desperation. The doctor stood frozen in shock. 

“Soldat, please!” you cried, raw emotions straining your voice. “It’s me! Spiderling!” 

Your desperate plea for recognition hung in the air, yet it seemed no semblance of humanity broke through the facade of the Winter Soldier. His weapon and gaze stayed fixed on Natasha. Blocking her injured body with yours, you prepared for him to deliver another blow. 

It was then he spoke, “Run,” he commanded, “Run and don’t look back.” his tone was devoid of emotion, his gaze unwavering. 

You knew you had no choice, your sister’s life hung in the balance, once again you obeyed his orders. Gathering your strength, you helped Natasha steady herself, leaning her weight against you as you began to retreat.

~

Two weeks later you were stood in front of a packed room, each person carrying their weight of grief and loss. Looking out at their faces, the weight of responsibility carried heavy. 

You took a deep breath as you began the meeting, you tried to keep your voice steady as you addressed the room. “Thank you all for being here today,” you started, as you rifled through papers, “I know that each of us has experienced unimaginable loss in the last year and a half. But, today, we come together not just to mourn, but to support one another in our journey,” you paused, clearing the lump forming in your throat. “Our journey toward healing.” 

A palpable sense of emotion filled the room as you spoke, shared sorrow and pain heavy in the air. But beneath it all, a small glimmer of hope. 

Throughout the meeting, you listened as people shared their stories, trembling with emotion as they recalled memories of loved ones. You tried to offer words of comfort and encouragement. 

You felt a sense of pride wash over you as the meeting started to draw to a close. And, in the weeks and months that followed, the groups offered a lifeline to those struggling to cope. This was exactly where you were meant to be, standing with and for fellow survivors. 

For Bucky, all he wanted was peace, and you knew that seeing you support these people in finding that peace would have brought him a sense of contentment. He may not have been able to be here with you physically, but he was with you in your heart.

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Mission Accomplished... Unsuccessfully?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Natasha has a penis, Daddy kink, face fucking, dirty talk, breeding kink, pet names, degradation

Word Count: 3,740

Summary: Natasha has a mission wherein she will be seducing a man in order for her to gather intel. However, the target turned out to be a woman.

A/N: this is my contribution to Kinktober 2023! I hope you like it. :)

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Natasha Romanoff, known as the Black Widow, was renowned for her ability to adapt to any situation. She had faced countless dangerous missions, but none quite like the one Nick Fury had just assigned her. As she sat in the dimly lit briefing room at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, she listened intently to Fury's briefing.

"Natasha, we have a high-priority mission," Fury began, his eye patch casting a shadow over his stern expression. "You'll be going undercover as a successful businesswoman. This man that goes with the name Petro Ivanov, is a high-ranking official with connections to several criminal organisations and he has a right hand man. We do not know this person's name and that's your mission to know so we can get to Petro. We need you to get close to his trusted person in order for us to gather crucial intel."

Natasha nodded, her red hair framing her face like a fiery halo. She was the best at what she did, and she cannot wait to show off her skills again. She had the charm, and the intelligence to make this mission a success. This is a classic operations where she'll seduce the target, plant a bug on their devices, and get out.

As Natasha prepared for her mission, her girlfriend, Wanda watched her from a distance. Wanda had been a part of the Avengers for some time now, and she understood the sacrifices that came with their line of work. Still, the thought of Natasha seducing another person made her uneasy.

Wanda was also assigned to be on the mission but to only observe and offer support if needed. She will stay near the location where Natasha will be in, use her telepathic abilities to communicate and observe the other people's thoughts . She concealed her presence to avoid detection, determined to ensure Natasha's safety and to also look out for her girlfriend in case the mission goes south.

Natasha arrived at a luxurious hotel in London where the party was in full swing, dressed in an elegant red business suit that accentuated her every curve. Her cover story was that of a wealthy businesswoman seeking investments from Petro Ivanov's conglomerate. The plan was simple: identify his right hand man, charm him, get close, and extract information.

However, as Natasha makes her rounds inside, she spotted Petro and watched him closely, but still maintaining a respectable distance. She was eavesdropping on whatever Petro was babbling about to his comrades and he suddenly introduced a person. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce my most trusted person, Isabella Petrov. She's the one who has been handling all my businesses without any issues."

Natasha's training had not prepared her for this unexpected twist. The man that she was supposed to seduce turns out to be a woman! Maintaining her composure despite her annoyance, she stayed where she was and waited for the right time to approach Isabella. This is going to be a long night.

Isabella Petrov, eyed Natasha with a mix of curiosity and interest as the redhead stands out in the crowd. Their eyes met when Natasha turned around and she tipped her glass as an acknowledgement to the other woman.It seemed that Natasha's charms were working naturally without her even trying. Natasha patiently waited and when she was about to leave her space, she was greeted by the sight of Isabella.

Meanwhile, Wanda sat in a remote location and listened intently to their conversation. She clenched her fists, anger simmering within her as she watched Natasha engage in playful banter with Isabella. Her jealousy grew with every passing moment, and she couldn't help but think of Natasha being intimate with someone else, even if it was just an act.

As the night progressed, Natasha skillfully extracted information from Isabella, who was unaware of Natasha's true identity. The mission was going smoothly, and Natasha was doing an exceptional job, but Wanda's frustration continued to build. She couldn't bear the thought of Natasha seducing another woman.

The spy left the hotel and headed toward Wanda's location to return to the compound. However, upon arrival, she was met with an irate expression on her girlfriend's face and a warning, "Don't you even speak to me!"

Natasha was surprised by Wanda's sudden anger and sought to defuse the situation with the fiery witch. "Detka, what's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"

"Yes! You were acting all sweet with that man! Only to find out your target was a woman, making this mission even more stupid," Wanda continued to vent, and Natasha found it somewhat amusing.

"Are you jealous, darling? You know it's all an act, and I can't help being good at my job." Natasha treaded carefully, aware that one wrong move and Wanda might hex-blast her through the roof.

"You even complimented her eyes! How could you say that when you've told me I have the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen?" Wanda paced around the room, her words flying at Natasha like a storm.

"Wanda, it's true. Your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen, and nothing compares to you. I said those things to Isabella to manipulate her and get her retinal scan. Trust me, malysh."

Natasha's charm seemed to soothe Wanda's fiery temper momentarily, but her pride held her back from giving in to Natasha's tactics.

"Whatever. You're sleeping on the couch until I'm no longer angry with you." Wanda turned away and headed for the quinjet waiting on the rooftop.

All Natasha could do was sigh and respect her girlfriend's eccentric ultimatum.

They arrived at the compound a few hours later and Natasha tried once again to placate Wanda's jealousy but nothing productive happened and further aggravated the witch. Natasha has no choice but to sleep on the couch at the communal area.

In the morning, Natasha woke up on the uncomfortable communal couch, her hair dishevelled, and her pride bruised. She had successfully completed the mission, but at what cost? A night without her girlfriend in her arms and a soft bed.

Natasha got up and decided to go to the kitchen to brew some coffee to kick start her day. Little did she know that she would encounter two of her fellow Avengers, Steve and unexpectedly, Tony who were eating their breakfast.

As she entered the kitchen, still looking like she had been through a rough night, Steve and Tony exchanged amused glances. Tony couldn't help but to tease, "Well, look who's had a rough night on the town. Natasha, you look like shit!"

Natasha sighed, not in the mood for their teasing. "It's not what you think. The mission went sideways. The target turned out to be a woman."

Steve raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "A woman? That's a new one. How did that go?"

Natasha recounted the events of the previous night, and as she spoke, both Steve and Tony burst into fits of laughter. Tony wiped away a tear of mirth, saying, "Oh, this is priceless! Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, seducing the wrong gender. Classic!"

Despite her frustration, Natasha couldn't help but crack a smile at their reaction. "Glad I could amuse you both."

Steve patted her on the back, still grinning. "Well, at least the mission was a success. You can always count on Natasha to adapt to any situation, even an unexpected one. How come you look like a ton of bricks fell down on you?"

"Well, Wanda doesn't share the sentiments that both of you had and was not happy at all with what happened last night," Natasha answered truthfully, her expression reflecting her concern.

Tony couldn't help but find the situation absurd. "So, Tabitha over there would rather see you seduce a man than a woman?" The thought seemed utterly ridiculous to him.

"Apparently. She even banished me from our room, hence my shitty morning appearance," Natasha responded with a hint of defeat. She hoped that Wanda had cooled down and would allow her back into their room after she finished her coffee. However, before she could contemplate the upcoming encounter further, FRIDAY delivered a message.

"Agent Romanoff, Miss Maximoff has requested your presence in your room."

Natasha's eyes widened, and she suddenly felt a rush of nerves. The two men couldn't resist teasing her, further provoking her anxiety.

"Both of you, shut up! Jesus Christ. I have no idea what's going to happen up there. If you don't see me tomorrow, make sure to organise a search party for me," Natasha quipped with a mix of humour and genuine apprehension, her voice betraying her unease as she contemplated the impending conversation with Wanda.

Natasha was talking to herself as she approached her room, "I'm the Black Widow, for heaven's sake. This kind of thing shouldn't make me feel anxious."

Standing in front of her room, Natasha was about to knock when the door swung open by itself, revealing wisps of Wanda's red magic. This sight made Natasha gulp, uncertain whether it was a good or bad sign.

As she entered the room, Natasha spotted Wanda sitting on the bed, wearing her SHIELD hoodie with her name imprinted on the back. "Wanda? You wanted to see me?" Natasha asked gently, trying to break the tension.

"Natty, I'm sorry about last night," Wanda's voice quivered, and she appeared genuinely remorseful. "I don't know what I was thinking. I know you were just doing your job, and you're damn good at it. But I couldn't stand seeing you so close to that woman."

Natasha joined her on the bed, gently tucking a few stray hairs behind Wanda's ear and taking her hands. "Baby, you don't have to apologise, and I understand how you felt. I'd feel the same if our roles were reversed. But I want you to know that you can trust me, okay? You're the only one for me."

Wanda looked into Natasha's eyes, sensing the sincerity in her words. "Do you mean it? You don't want to run off with a girl closer to your age? Someone mature and can really keep up with you. Look at me, I'm only 22 and still acting immature." Insecurity laced Wanda's voice, and it pained Natasha to see her like this.

"Wanda, I'll never tire of reminding you how amazing you are to me. I love you for who you are, and I'll never even think of looking at another woman, regardless of her age. I want you, and only you," Natasha reassured the witch as best she could. "What can I do to make you feel better, detka?"

"How about you shower first? You need to get rid of that woman's scent on you and I can still see her lipstick on your collar," Wanda responded with disdain.

Natasha couldn't resist a playful quip, "I could have done that last night if I hadn't been banished from my own room."

"If you hadn't flirted so heavily with that skunk, maybe you could have slept in your own bed and had your way with me," Wanda shot back while grinning.

"Don't test me, detka. I can still make up for it after I shower," Natasha raised her eyebrows teasingly at Wanda.

"I was so angry with you last night that I couldn't help but touch myself. You looked so good in that suit, Natty," Wanda matched Natasha's tactics, leaving the spy pleasantly surprised which made her dick throb.

Natasha walked back to the bed and leaned down while wrapping her hand around Wanda's throat. "What did I tell you about not touching something that is not yours, hm?"

"Maybe you should punish me for being a bad girl, Daddy." Oh, Wanda acting like a brat excites Natasha to the bone. She cannot wait to fuck the jealousy and insecurity out Wanda.

"We will see about that. Stay put. I'm going to shower now."

Minutes later, Natasha walked in the room looking deliciously wet, with a towel wrapped around her torso which ended on her mid thighs. Wanda cannot take her eyes off her girlfriend as she spotted the obvious bulge that is hidden behind the fabric.

"Feeling alright, Princess?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Take off your hoodie and panties. Lay down with your head hanging on the edge of the bed." Natasha demanded, the witch hurriedly removed the offensive garments off her and positioned herself the way Natasha instructed.

Natasha removed the towel that was wrapped around her and stood in front of Wanda's head. Wanda can clearly see Natasha's veiny 8-inch cock, standing proudly above her.

"I have no problems with reassuring you but if you doubt yourself again, I will have to punish you. Remember that you are mine, and I would never spare a glance at someone else. Understand?"

"I understand. I'm sorry, Daddy"

Pleased by Wanda's response, Natasha laid out her plans. "I'm going to fuck your throat until I come in that little mouth of yours, then I'm going to fuck your tight pussy and breed you like a slut that you are. Open your mouth for me." Wanda obliged without hesitation and felt Natasha's cock enter her mouth.

From above, Natasha can clearly see that indent of her manhood and was feeling proud of her baby. Wanda's gag reflex is non-existent at this point due to the countless times she gave head to the spy which trained her throat to take Natasha as deep as she could.

"Fucking hell, baby. Your mouth is so small my cock can barely fit. But you are a slut and will take it, hm?"

Wanda whimpered as she couldn't respond to Natasha properly and she moved her tongue a bit to add a slick friction on the cock that is shamelessly moving in and out of her. Her moans further triggered Natasha's pleasure as the woman started playing with her stiff nipples.

"Might as well fuck your tits later, I don't want to neglect them" Natasha pulled out for a second so Wanda can say what she wants. "Would you like that, detka?"

"Yes, please. I like that, Daddy."

"Very good. Open your mouth for me again sweetheart."

A couple more hard thrusts and Natasha spurted her cum inside Wanda's throat, and the witch gladly swallowed every drop.

"Good girl, baby. I'm proud of you. You deserve a reward from me. I will grant whatever you wish for, malysh."

Wanda sat up and kneeled in front of Natasha, but was suddenly feeling all shy. "Use your words, baby. Tell me."

"I want to ride your face, Daddy." Wanda finally admitted. There was something about riding Natasha's face which makes her cum at an instant. Her personal record was under 2 minutes.

"Hmm. That can be arranged, sweetness."

Natasha then laid down the bed, with her head close to the headboard so Wanda could have something to hold onto. "Come on, pet. Sit on my face."

Wanda crawled forward and placed her things on each side of Natasha's head. She gently lowered herself at the redhead's awaiting tongue and moaned loudly the moment it touched her aching clit.

"Daddy! So good, so good. Just like that please." Wanda's hips are moving back and forth, and slowly grinding Natasha's warm and wet tongue. Her left hand is holding onto the headboard while her right hand is gripping Natasha's hairs.

"Fuck! Daddy, I'm cum– ahhh!!!" Her movements suddenly halted as her thighs started to shake violently. She was still holding herself up since she's too afraid that she might crash her girlfriend.

Natasha placed her hands on Wanda's waist and lifted the young woman off of her face as she's suddenly having a hard time breathing. She placed Wanda on her thighs and the witch collapsed at her chest.

"Baby, you almost killed me there. But I won't regret dying since the last thing I tasted is your pussy."

"Stop teasing, Natty. You're so bad." Wanda further hid her face at Natasha's neck to hide her blush. She bet she looks like a tomato.

"What's so bad about you cumming in my mouth, while you ride my tongue? What a cool way to go."

This earned a giggle from the brunette and she suddenly felt Natasha's hardened member that is currently being sandwiched between them.

Wanda sat up and looked down at her girlfriend's cock and started pumping it with her right hand. "Natasha, you are hard again."

"Your moans are enough to make me hard. Ride me pretty girl, you won't do a damn thing. I will fuck pussy until you can't walk."

The brunette nodded and positioned herself. She sank down slowly so her pussy could adjust to the size and leaned down to kiss Natasha.

The spy instantly wrapped her arms around Wanda and planted her feet on the bed. "Ahh, Daddy. Your cock is so big. I love it so much."

"You will love my cock even more when I start pounding on your tight little pussy. Scream as loud as you want for me, sweetheart. I want to hear you."

Natasha wasted no time and pounded as hard as she could. The muscles on her thighs are bulging and the outline of her quads are in full show.

Wanda was a whimpering mess. Her moans are being swallowed at each thrust and she can feel Natasha's cock hitting her cervix.

"I feel so full, Daddy"

"You're gripping me too hard, baby." Natasha is growling at Wanda's ears as she continuously abuses her hole. "No matter how many times I fucked you, your pussy is still so warm and tight."

The slapping noises of the flesh and the two women's moans are the only thing that can be heard inside the room. Natasha is pretty sure that the whole compound can hear them but she doesn't give a damn.

"Just like that, baby. Keep on clenching my cock." Natasha then attached her mouth on Wanda's neck and started sucking, purposely leaving a trail of hickeys.

"Ugh. Daddy, I'm close. Please fuck me harder!" Natasha spread Wanda's buttchecks so her cock can glide in smoothly and gripping them at the same time.

"What a slut you are! Asking for more." Natasha flipped their position and the show of strength aroused Wanda even more. Wanda clawed at the older woman's back, leaving a trail of red lines and the redhead placed Wanda's legs on each side of her shoulder, pushed down brunette's thighs and continued her assault on the young woman's core.

"Yes! God, right there. Please fuck me like that." Wanda's pleas and high-pitched moans are music to Natasha's ears.

"I am no God, baby. It's just me," Natasha reached down and pushed her thumb in between Wanda's lips. "Look at me when I'm fucking you, sweet girl."

"Shit. You feel so good inside me." Wanda's fingers raked at Natasha's bulging biceps.

"Baby, are you close? I'm going to cum inside you, Wanda. Cum with me. I'm going to breed you like a whore."

Both of the women screamed in ecstasy and Natasha painted Wanda's insides with her thick cum. They struggled to maintain their breathing afterwards as the high of the orgasm left their senses.

"Are you feeling alright?" Natasha tucked all of the stray hairs on Wanda's face while she was still panting from all of the energy that she exerted.

"I'm okay, Natalia. Give me a minute to catch my breath."

"I'll get you some water, be right back."

Natasha is no doubt the best lover that Wanda could ever ask for. She is the most perfect woman with a loving streak but will fuck you senseless on the sheet. You will never see Wanda complaining though.

"Here you go. Drink up, baby."

Wanda felt the strain in her legs as she sat and drank the water in one go.

"Do you think you can stand up so we can take a shower? I will run you a bath instead so we can relax in the tub."

"Can you carry me to the tub? I don't think I can walk. I can feel my calves are stiff as fuck."

"See what happens when you are being a brat? It will make you go limp." Natasha quipped once again as she's feeling smug about her performance.

"Me being a brat or not, you always fuck me good."

"I know, detka. I can't get enough of you. I love you." This was sealed by a soft kiss from Natasha which Wanda reciprocated naturally.

"I love you more, Daddy."

***

The two women headed down to the kitchen, famished after their day-long nap.

Natasha, armed with a knife, was busy chopping onions to prepare Wanda's beloved "Gigi Hadid pasta," a recipe she'd picked up from TikTok and had become influenced by its viral trend.

As they prepare their meal, Steve and Tony unexpectedly join them in the kitchen. Tony couldn't resist poking fun at the ladies. "Ohhh, look who's here. The witch and widow. I guess there's no need for a search party then, Romanoff?"

Natasha, not one to take such teasing lightly, issued a sharp warning, knife in hand, "Be careful, Stark. I'm currently holding a knife that might just find its way to your mouth."

Curious about Tony's comment, Wanda questioned, "Natty, calm down. What do you mean by that, Tony?"

Tony continued to push his luck, "Natty over there was all scared and shaken because you kicked her out of the bed. Never thought I'd see Romanoff being a scaredy kitten around a witch."

Natasha had enough. In a split second, the knife whizzed just an inch from Tony's laughing face, leaving everyone in shock.

"Whoa, whoa, Natasha! Jesus Christ," Steve hurriedly stepped in to prevent Natasha from going too far and harming Tony.

With impressive reaction time, Wanda skillfully caught the knife mid-air with her magic, preventing any damage to the kitchen appliances.

Wanda directed a stern gaze at Natasha, who couldn't help but wear a devilish grin in response to Tony's shocked face.

"Can we please just cook and enjoy our meal without any more theatrics?" Wanda's voice held a hint of exasperation as she chastised Natasha and Tony.

Tony, still recovering from the near miss with the knife, chimed in dejectedly, "Note to self: never make jokes about Romanoff again." His usually confident demeanour had been momentarily shattered by Natasha's swift and menacing reaction.

"Take that as a lesson, Stark." Natasha smirked and sent a wink to Wanda.

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CONFLICTION

SUMMARY: Avis is good at killing, great even. So why does tonight feel different?

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character

WORD COUNT: 2,539

WARNINGS: Descriptions of murder and mild body horror.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, hopefully this chapter wasn't bad? I've been in such a shitty place when it comes to writing and I'm already not very confident in writing first chapters so :') Anyway, I know this has literally no Loki whatsoever but I promise in the next chapter he does make a (small, sorry) appearance!! I just needed to set some shit up first!

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST

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MEETING NOTES APRIL 16TH, 2016

THOSE IN ATTENDANCE: TONY STARK, STEVE ROGERS, JAMES RHODES, NATASHA ROMANOFF, THE VISION, AVIS FINCH, ETHAN CAMPBELL, ISAAC LANE. 

STARK: Alright, Ghosty, you and your bandits have the floor. 

FINCH: Thanks, Tony. Okay, well, uh, first of all, thanks for hearing us out. I know you don’t have a lot of time on your hands, so, uh, yeah —anyway, we’re here today to discuss with you some intel we received on March 25th, 2016.

ROGERS: What kind of intel?

LANE: While touring in Reykjavik we were informed of a threat developing in the northern parts of Canada. An extremist group that goes by the name of REGEN. R-E-G-E-N.

FINCH: Essentially they’re a radical group of born-agains who believe in the eradication of mutants. [pause] During one of our missions we encountered one by the name of Linda Meekly. At the time she was undercover working under the pseudonym Sofia Petrov.

LANE: We discovered her body in the Jónsson household while sweeping the area post-altercation. On her person, there were two different items tracing back to said group such as a cell phone that we had Ethan decode and a tattoo on her left wrist. 

RHODES: What’s the connection with the tattoo?

CAMPBELL: The tattoo is of a pair of antlers.

RHODES: Antlers? Seems like a bit of a stretch.

CAMPBELL: Well, uh [pause] oftentimes antlers are considered symbols of regrowth. Regrowth being a word that’s typically synonymous with the term regeneration —hence the connection to the name REGEN.

FINCH: Basically, at the beginning that was our assumption. Regrowth equals REGREN equals the obvious born-again culture these individuals adopt. [pause] Then when we did some further research we found that Linda’s phone was riddled with pictures similar to the tattoo itself.

CAMPBELL: We included those in the case file for you to see. 

ROGERS: What else did you find on the phone?

LANE: A series of coordinates locating various group bases. Most are along the northern border of Canada —some to the west, but mostly east, as well as at least four along the coastlines of Greenland. 

ROMANOFF: Any in Iceland?

FINCH: Yes, the one in Reykjavik had one just twelve miles north of the Jónsson house.

STARK: Wait, why was Meekly at the house in the first place? 

LANE: According to an email sent to her brother just after four o’clock the same day, she was there trying to make a deal with Ketill Jónsson, a well-known, high-ranking member of HYDRA. 

ROGERS: Do you know what the deal was?

FINCH: At this moment in time we’re not entirely sure. Our best guess was that Ketill was on the fence about HYDRA’S recent plans. Seeing as HYDRA is a very active group when it comes to the process of mutating humans we’re assuming REGEN is against them in some way. 

ROMANOFF: A common enemy. 

LANE: Possibly. All we know for now, based on both emails and texts, was that Linda and Ketill knew each other previously, that she was there to speak with him, and that both of them died in an ambush carried out by SHIELD. 

STARK: Ambush?

THE VISION: Director Fury ordered a hit against the household after it was found they were withholding a powerful artefact. 

STARK: Artefact, which artefact? I didn’t hear about—

THE VISION: It’s [redacted], it gives the user the powers of [redacted].

LANE: We and the rest of our team were sent to retrieve it by any means necessary.

STARK: I see.

RHODES: So, what does all this have to do with us?

FINCH: Unfortunately the retrieval was deemed a failure. Four of our agents died and the [redacted] was not recovered. We’re here to try and make things right and explore all of our options. 

[group pause]

ROGERS: You think this REGEN group took it?

-

Avis’s skin feels like it’s melting.

Against the blaring heat of the shower head, she bites her bottom lip and continues to scrub, moving down her forearm in repeated motions. Hissing, she feels the surface of it sting, its glowing red aura reminding her that despite the pain, the circumstances of this shade are better than the last. That these raw splotches of pinks and reds are better than the crimson liquid of a dying man’s cough. 

Because even though his blood is long gone, the build-up of grime she feels beneath her skin will never wash away. Despite her deepest hopes, that feeling of Abner’s last breath against her skin will forever live within her lungs, holding onto her bronchioles each time she tries to find relief within the air. 

Like his predecessors, he’ll be added to the long list of men and women embedded into her body. The memory of his death —the way he clutched her throat against the ground, swearing about how he’d kill her before she ultimately did the same unto him— will forever stick to her like sap from a tree she knows will outlive her. 

For a while, she’ll see his face in everyone she meets, picking up on certain inflections and mannerisms. In crowded rooms she’ll see glimpses of him in the background, looming like he so often did. And at night, she knows he’ll surely haunt her dreams. His twisted face grinning beneath her blood-soaked body as he whispers all the secrets she never wanted to hear. 

Knowing this, she continues scrubbing, moving to the next arm with a sigh, hoping that the new location will provide some relief before the water runs cold and she’s forced to move his body. 

A crossroad she’s hardly excited to come to. 

Just the thought relinquishes a shaky breath within her. The kind filled with fear and guilt —the realization that if she doesn’t do this she’s screwed because her DNA is all over his carcass. The pads of her fingers, stained with his blood, are stamped all over his skin. Contrasting his paleness, every etch of her identity is tattooed against his throat. Seared into his chest. Blistering across his abdomen. 

So, if she leaves now, she’ll surely get caught.

Would that truly be as awful as it sounds?

It’s a thought that runs through her mind for quite some time. The possibility of it all playing over and over, each conclusion slightly different than the last. 

“What if I just gave up, hm?” she asks herself as she stops the running water and steps out, feeling a chill run up her spine because, yes, what if? 

What if, instead of continuing this plot alone she went and got help? It couldn’t possibly be that bad, right? Sure, she’s killed her fair share of people but obviously, all of them came with their reasons —stories filled to the brim with validities of her actions. 

For an easy example, Abner was a cultist. A stupid man hellbent on eradicating the existence of mutants. Every word that fell from his mouth was propaganda about how they were the enemy —how they were genetic failures sent to overthrow God and his people. There wasn’t a normal, well-functioning bone in that man’s body and it showed even in his last moments. 

Stepping out of the bathroom Avis glances at his lifeless body on the floor, giving it a tsk. If only he’d listened the first time. 

“I really did give you a chance, Abe,” she says out loud then, moving across the space with careful feet to grab her bag. Inside there are toiletries, a change of clothes and some equipment —cleaning supplies, rope, a saw, garbage bags etc. Things she often used on her missions when SHIELD’s help wasn’t readily available. 

Lazily, she grabs the change of clothes and begins to get dressed, ignoring the way Abner’s eyes stare blankly at the ceiling all dried out and wide from the air in the room, opting to focus on the texture of her underwear as she slides them over still damp legs. 

It almost makes her thankful that she’s alive to feel anything. The lingering presence of death still heavy on her mind. 

When Abner was suffocating her she could almost taste that sweet relief. That sensation of ultimate release. As she tried to gasp, she could feel it through the breathlessness of her lungs. The tightness in her chest filled up like a balloon on the verge of destruction. At that moment, everything inside of her felt like a cliff’s edge; the sudden thought to jump splayed across the inside of her mind. The craving for that last step as she lay underneath him, gripping onto his forearms becoming more and more apparent. 

By then, the darkness had already begun to envelop her. Like an old friend, it came to her aid when she needed it most, whispering in her ear that everything would be fine —that giving in was alright despite the job going on unfinished. Someone would surely pick up where you left off, the voice told her.

She wanted to listen. More than anything she wanted to produce a bloodied smile and just let go, but deep down she was just too stubborn. Too angry and persistent in her quest, so now she’s here instead, tiredly putting on her bra while the dead man next to her lives her dream. 

It’s unfair, isn’t it? That, in the end, such an evil person gets exactly what he wants. A fateful death at the hands of a mutant. How fitting. 

Rolling her eyes at the thought, Avis begins to move back to the bathroom, toiletries in hand as she angrily kicks Abner’s side, hoping to release some frustrations. 

“Maybe I should just cut you up and leave you here,” she mumbles, grabbing her toothbrush. “I could call your wife —pretend to be the police and leave before she shows up.” She uncaps the toothpaste, slathering a little bit on before shoving the brush into the side of her mouth. “Then she can have the pleasure of burying you instead of me.” 

It’s a tempting thought. One that often repeats itself each time Avis finds herself in the aftermath of a kill. A part of her knows it’d be fun to give in to her desires. To let loose a little bit despite knowing that the worst parts of herself come out then —the petty, frustrated ones that would rather risk getting caught than give her victims the satisfaction of being right. 

Most of the time in those moments she imagines what it’d be like to see the pain on their family’s faces, knowing that a mutant did this to them. Would it change anything? Would they be scared to see the lifeless body of their fallen comrade? Or maybe relieved? 

It’s a question she often wonders each time she disposes of the body. As she kneels in motel rooms under dimly lit lamps and cell phone flashlights, taking apart each target piece by piece, her mind drifts to places far from the flesh in front of her. Places of quiet contentment; of comfort and joy and—

She spits into the sink, a small ache flowing through her as she turns on the faucet to wipe everything down. In silence, she sticks her brush under the cool water, running her thumb mindlessly along the bristles before tossing it aside with a sigh, opting to forgo deep cleaning the basin as she moves back into the room to start setting everything up.

-

To the average person, decapitating a body is excruciating work. To Avis, it’s just a few annoying steps between the kill and a well-deserved good night’s sleep. 

In fact, on average, she can tear apart the body of a target in four hours flat. From set up to tear down, she’s meticulously perfected the entire process —every movement flowing into the next. So much so she doesn’t even have to think of what comes next. 

When performing, her mind is like an empty vessel, giving room for her hands to beat and cut and—

Tonight though, she feels a wave of exhaustion flowing over her. Her thoughts once shoved to the back of her mind, run rampant at the forefront, making it hard for her to focus on the cutting of the saw. In her hand, she can feel it constantly slipping between her fingers each time she rakes it across the column of Abner’s half-open stomach. Its handle feels strange as she wiggles her digits and swears under her breath, trying her best not to think because to properly sit with the results of her actions, she has the shove the image of Abner’s deconstructed body into a box somewhere. She needs to act on routine. To take the hammer then the saw then the bags. 

Bash, slice, store, repeat. 

Instead of imagining the consequences she needs to turn back to her motivations. Why does she do this? Who is she doing this for? What will happen when she finishes this? 

Normally, it’s an easy enough task to complete, but tonight something’s off. Something subtle that makes her stomach twist each time she hears the usual sounds of the world. She can feel it penetrating her ability to work. Any time there’s even the tiniest hint of life outside her door she finds herself pausing. 

“I’m probably just imagining things,” she has to keep telling herself. “I did all the usual steps. I made sure we were hidden.” 

After every limb cut, instead of forcing herself to continue like usual, she takes small breathers, knowing that tonight it’s necessary. She can’t work under the conditions of self-distress, despite her obvious impatience. She needs to slow down —to stand and stretch and breathe because if she doesn’t, she runs the risk of getting caught.

Which is an odd thing to think about now that she’s killed more than the average person. No longer is the act itself something she ponders. Now it’s the conflict. The back-and-forth feelings of wanting to do what’s right versus knowing that getting to that point is wrong. 

Deep down, she knows she’s a fucking hypocrite. Your classic case of comic book vigilante who does everything right for the wrong reasons. The blood on her hands isn’t deemed worthy of her effort. The blood caked beneath dirtied nails that scratch at wicked skin is nothing but a nuisance in the eyes of both sides and she knows it. 

That’s why she has to keep going. 

So she does. With a sigh, despite the exhaustion, Avis picks up where she left off, gripping the saw as tightly as possible. Against her palm, the handle moves with ease, sliding further down flesh and bone with each pass until Abner’s completely deconstructed and tucked away in small bags. 

Despite the uncomfortable context, it still feels like an accomplishment to stare down at her work. Each bag tied and packed away for safekeeping. It means the worst is over, signalling Avis’s tired grin as she rubs her eyes and continues. 

Just as efficiently as the task before, she packs up her things, barely bothering to organize, knowing she doesn’t have much time.

The sun is nearly rising and she’s just managed to finish up, meaning that she has about an hour to make it to the safe house.

-

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A buckynat OC

Alyona (A-lona) Romanova-Barnes

Alias: Wolf Spider, Brown Recluse, Subject 3, Lonnie

Age: 18

Place of Birth: South Siberian Mountains

Parents: James Barnes, Natalia Romanov

Affiliations: Russia, Red Room (defunct), U.S. government

Abilities: super spy, super soldier, red room serum

Universe: Earth 616

Origin:

Alyona's creation start well before her time with the start of the Wolf Spider program by the Red Room. The Winter Soldier was used to train Constantin and was punished greatly when he failed. Dimitri Petrov was the scientist in charge and knew he would be next. Dimitri stole his unstable red room serum and gave it to his oldest son Sergei at 9 years old. The Winter Soldier killed both Dimitri and his wife leaving their two sons in care of the state. Sergei, much like the wolf-spider volunteer, was hostile and full of rage. Yet he was able to pull it together in order to get his doctorate.

The Russian Government became tired of the failures of the Red Room and largely stopped funding. However, they turned their interest to the young Sergei Ivanov (who changed his name in his youth). He proposed the idea of a soldier who was given no identity and knew nothing but Russia. It was a way to keep the Red Room in check and kill anymore subjects who went out of line. Of course, Sergei had his own plan in mind. Alyona's targets would be anyone associated with the Red Room.

Using D.N.A. from both Natasha Romanov and James Barnes, Sergei made several attempts to grow a child and eventually was successful. However, a girl was not pleasing to many funders. Alyona was dubbed subject 3 and was fed Russian propaganda from the moment she could breath. Isolated deep in the mountains of Siberia, Alyona was given no name, no parents, no background. She learned to talk from the history videos and Sergei barking orders. As soon as she could walk, she started training and had schooling by several child specialist one of them being Nikita Alexovna. Alyona started killing at a young age and was adept at hand-to-hand combat, espionage, and weapons. Her targets she was forced to kill were mainly red room survivors or retired government officials who approved the program. What Sergei did not plan for was Alyona's temper and stubbornness. She was often punished harshly by Sergei himself or left outside with nothing but her tanktop in the Siberian winter. After a particularly harsh beating, Nikita bandaged her wounds. This was one of her first kind memories.

Alyona was able to sneak into Sergei's private quarters with Nikita's key and read his files on her parents. She kept her head down and behaved herself. Soon she was on her first kill outside of the base. Her target was Katerina, a KGB agent and one of the founders of the Red Room. She wasn't able to pull the trigger and went on the run. Wanted by not only Sergei's guards but also the Russian government once they discovered their plan. She went into hiding deep in the forests at the edge of Moscow.

Hydra also heard of the opportunity to steal a Russian asset. Alyona was swarmed by Hydra agents that Captain America and Black Widow were tracking. Black Widow helped to guide her to cover. Sergei arrived with his personal soldiers. While fighting, Sergei yelled out "Laika". Alyona's main mission was started and immediately started to fight Bucky. He avoided her blows the best he could and was able to talk her down. Alyona was able to resist her programming albeit painfully. Natasha and Bucky were able to get her out before Russian forces came. Sergei was arrested by Russian forces after discovering his long list of government officials killed by Alyona. The officials still have a watch out for Alyona. Alyona was rendered unconscious and was unable to be awaken. SHIELD doctors discovered a chip in her neck that allowed them to control her, make her unconscious, and even had a kill switch. They were able to remove it safely leaving a small scar on the back of her neck. The relationship with her parents was rocky at first. She refused to trust Bucky until he showed her his red star. Bucky proceeded to train her and nickname her "Lonnie" and she got extremally close to her mom

Other Comic Tie-ins:

During the Siege of Asgard, Alyona watched her father be killed on T.V. and struggled while he was in the hospital.

The Breakup - When Leo kidnapped and brainwashed Natasha, he also targeted her daughter and wanted her to call him "dad". When Bucky left, Alyona was raised by Natasha and solely used the last name of Romanov. Natasha believed that Alyona was created from her DNA and a random red room donor. Bucky regularly called and checked on his daughter despite the face she often told her she hated him.

Captain America going Hydra: Alyona joined the army at 18 wanting to find herself and truing believing that her only point in life is to be a soldier. Once Captain America took over as a Hydra agent, Alyona abandoned the army not wanting to help Hydra and joined the underground. She spoke at her mother's funeral.

Afterwards: Alyona began her own vigilante work and really became her own person. Without Shield, the U.S. government hired Alyona and a few other military personnel to be trained to handle espionage and Hydra. This included working largely with the OFU along with Ian Rogers.

Natasha's revival: Alyona struggled to bond with her mom after she was cloned because she felt she wasn't real. When Natasha was brainwashed into her life with Stevie and James, Alyona was pulled in from a mission by her aunt Yelena and told the news. She was hesitant but agreed to let her be happy. After all, it’s been a rough few years. Albeit, she still felt hurt that she was not included in her mom’s perfect life. This was purposeful in the plan because Madame Hydra did want her daughter’s namesake to affect the brainwashing.

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Otakon Artist Alley Vendors 2023

I hate that the convention guidebook doesn't list out every artist so I usually compile the booths I liked or bought from and send them to my con-homies afterwards. So, for your viewing pleasure (and to your wallet's detriment), please check out the shops under the jump!

Thought I'd get around the link blocks by tagging tumblrs and instagrams first only to realize halfway down I could just make them all hyperlinks.

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Chimerri Arts & Doodles (@chimerri)

Lachlan Piece (@marachistudios)

Kevin Bolk (@kevinbolk)

Boya Sun (@boyasun)

Monster Kitty Society (@monsterkittysociety)

Mac (@piratesarrrt)

Natasha Tara Petrovic (@1000deaddraculas)

Panda Gyoza Studios (@pandagyoza)

Pocket Leslie (@pocketleslie)

Instagram

Raiz Arts @raizarts Just bought a Ranma 1/2 print which elates teen me.

Fawndue @fawndue

Emily Arlantico Illustration @artlanticoe

Twin Peach & Co @twinpeachco

Cynthia Yuan Cheng @cynthiaycheng

KyuPls @kyupls

Aoi Hearts @aoihearts

Goat Punch @goatpunch

Doodle Goose @doodle_goose

Peppercut Studio @peppercutstudio

Katco Studio @katco.studio

Cornpicker Art @cornpickerart

Websites

Dbl Feature

Moon Rose Cafe

Lee Strawberry

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Mecha

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Butay in Art

Con Crew Studio

Squibble Fu

Chiou Art

Grakanarts

Pasdeerie

Ro Higashi

Nicole Vasilauskis

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Tatiana Petrov

THE CRIMSON WIDOW

Born to Logan the Wolverine and Russian Bar Singer after a one night stand in 1929 Tatiana was born not knowing who her father or knowing the feeling of a home war was breaking out in the country with her mother not being able to feed her two year old daughter she left her with her father a Russian General in the military. With that came connections to protect her.

Tania was enlisted in the black widow program she became the second best after Romanoff. As she was in the program when the widows were forced to fight each other when Natasha tried to throw the final punch to kill her was when her mutant powers kicked in. They matched X-23’s and Logan’s. Instead of being born with bone claws they were made of steel.

This caused her to be taken away given her own special condition of training to survive. That is what made her survive.

Survive until the 1980s when she was freed by Natasha keeping her away from the Red Room. Them teaming up into go back to take down anyone who had the idea to remake it no matter what year.

She will work with the X - men or Avengers when needed but she has no interest in working for Shield.

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From Wall Street Journal & USA Today bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a stand-alone small-town, second-chance sports romance.

When two worlds crossover. From the This Is Series and The Southern Series.

Things are supposed to go smoothly on your wedding day.

Aren't they?

Sofia Barnes

I’ve always loved to play dress-up.

Creating fake weddings was my childhood pastime.

Now it is my dream come true.

I’ve finally been handed my first client.

But nothing could prepare me for who greeted me when I walked in.

He was my first kiss, my first everything, including my first and only heartbreak.

Now I have to plan his wedding.

Matthew Petrov

My family is filled with hockey royalty.

From my grandfather to my uncle to my father.

Now it is my turn to work my way up the leaderboard.

I had everything that I’ve ever wanted in my life.

Or so I thought.

Nothing could prepare me for coming face-to-face with Sofia.

I knew her inside and out.

She knew my inner secrets.

Two years ago, I let her go, and now she’s planning my wedding to someone else.

They say time heals old wounds. They lied.

Maybe she was just mine to take.

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From Wall Street Journal & USA Today bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a stand-alone small-town, second-chance sports romance.

When two worlds crossover. From the This Is Series and The Southern Series.

Things are supposed to go smoothly on your wedding day. Aren't they?

Sofia Barnes I’ve always loved to play dress-up. Creating fake weddings was my childhood pastime. Now it is my dream come true.

I’ve finally been handed my first client. But nothing could prepare me for who greeted me when I walked in.

He was my first kiss, my first everything, including my first and only heartbreak. Now I have to plan his wedding.

Matthew Petrov My family is filled with hockey royalty. From my grandfather to my uncle to my father. Now it is my turn to work my way up the leaderboard. I had everything that I’ve ever wanted in my life. Or so I thought. Nothing could prepare me for coming face-to-face with Sofia. I knew her inside and out. She knew my inner secrets. Two years ago, I let her go, and now she’s planning my wedding to someone else. They say time heals old wounds. They lied. Maybe she was just mine to take.

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From Wall Street Journal & USA Today bestselling author Natasha Madison comes a stand-alone small-town, second-chance sports romance. When two worlds crossover. From the This Is Series and The Southern Series.

Things are supposed to go smoothly on your wedding day. Aren't they?

Sofia Barnes I’ve always loved to play dress-up. Creating fake weddings was my childhood pastime. Now it is my dream come true. I’ve finally been handed my first client. But nothing could prepare me for who greeted me when I walked in. He was my first kiss, my first everything, including my first and only heartbreak. Now I have to plan his wedding. Matthew Petrov My family is filled with hockey royalty. From my grandfather to my uncle to my father. Now it is my turn to work my way up the leaderboard. I had everything that I’ve ever wanted in my life. Or so I thought. Nothing could prepare me for coming face-to-face with Sofia. I knew her inside and out. She knew my inner secrets. Two years ago, I let her go, and now she’s planning my wedding to someone else. They say time heals old wounds. They lied. Maybe she was just mine to take.

[quotethatfilm]

The Children Will Come (2017)

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⮡  REDES SOCIAIS DOS JV   [ 27 / ? ]

É óbvio que eu tinha que fazer um post desses focado nesses três porque eu não consigo não incluir eles em alguma coisa lol vai ter mais porque eles adoram se provocar nas redes sociais, mas o próximo vai ser focado nos JV de novo, eu prometo :3

ps: natasha sendo a melhor mãe shuashuashu

POR FAVOR NÃO USAR ESSA EDIT SEM PERMISSÃO NEM REPOSTAR !!

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Skirt, Petar Petrov; sweater and boots, both Khaite; earrings, Jennifer Fisher and Stone & Strand.

Photography by Matthew Sprout, Styling by Natasha Royt, Art direction by Phil Buckingham, Hair by Mark Townsend at SWA Agency, Make-up Fiona Stiles at SWA Agency, Nails by Mel Shengaris at Forward Artists, Production by Anarchy Films Inc.

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Ghost Stories, Part 2 - Chapter 5 - Lost in Shadows