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En el mundo de las traducciones online, hay muchos y muy grandes competidores. Sin embargo, esta pequeña empresa ha logrado irrumpir entre las compañías mas grandes. Sin dudas me animo a decir que Deepl es el mejor traductor de idiomas online de la actualidad. Las grandes empresas tecnológicas como Google, Microsoft y Facebook, están aplicando los conocimientos en aprendizaje automático,…

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Sick and Tired

Summary: you can't say that anything about having a chronic illness is fun, but at least you have friends who care about you. 2.7k words

Disclaimer: GENDER NEUTRAL READER I wrote this in one go at like 3am. So. All of the brothers are in this but it's more platonic than anything else? If you want you can read it as romance because I did imagine kissing several of them on the mouth while writing it. also shout out to the author on ao3 that called Asmo "Momo" and then pointed out that it means "peach" in japanese. I did steal that nickname. lmk if it was you though bc I will credit you.

Notes: This is based on my own personal experience with a mystery disease that has been plaguing me since I hit puberty. I'm going to be very real, I wrote this for myself as a way to cope because I got #sad. it sucks, for sure, but there are some things that make it more bearable and isn't that how life works anyways?

The cool thing about being a human in what is essentially hell is that when diseases happen, you are more or less immune to them. The bad part about being a human in what is essentially hell is that you’re human and it’s essentially hell. Because of this, there are some things that you’ve had to explain to your housemates, or to an overeager Diavolo, or to a concerned Luke. You had to talk Lucifer down from renovating the whole House to put in an elevator because he was “worried about your flimsy human joints.”

“I have bad joints, regardless.” You remember saying, “I’m a human, it comes with the territory. Don’t put an elevator in the House, I don’t like them anyway.”

You’ve had to explain that while you’re grateful that they managed to find vitamin D supplements, they’re meant to be just that, a supplement to spending time in the sun, something the Devildom doesn’t have. So while your symptoms have been alleviated, they have not been fixed. Levi fixed this by buying you something like a heat lamp.

“Where did you even find this?” You’d said after he’d forced you underneath it.

“You’re gonna hate the words that are going to come out of my mouth.” His hands stilled from where they were busy attaching it to the wall by your bed.

“Just tell me.”

“Some demons used to, emphasis on ‘used to’, own humans as pets. So they made these little lamps to mimic the sun or whatever.” You blink at him, rapid fire before shrugging a little.

“Humans used to own each other.” He turns his head to gape at you like a fish.

“What?”

“Yeah it was a whole thing. There are still lasting repercussions that echo through our modern society.”

“That’s insane.”

“I thought I told you before that human cruelty knows no bounds.”

Solomon of course, is no help, because while he may be human, he is old. You’d complained of jaw pain once, something about your teeth aching.

“It might be a demon.” He’d said this confidently at the one dinner a month he’s allowed to have with the brothers. As per the dating-Asmo-agreement he made with Lucifer.

“It might be a what?” Satan’s head whipped towards Solomon so fast you thought he broke something.

“A demon. Tooth pain is caused by little demons in the teeth.” You stared at him like he grew a second head.

“No, it’s not. It’s caused by bacteria eating away at your teeth. And that’s just for cavities. This could be something completely different. Also, I don’t think humans have believed the demon teeth thing in forever. God, you’re old.” Your frustrated rebuttal of Solomon’s “wisdom” had not stopped the brothers from checking you up and down for curses or signs of possession.

So, for the most part. It’s fine, and you don’t mind explaining these things to them just like they don’t mind explaining demon culture to you. This though, you’ve never been able to explain to anyone, so you can’t explain it to them either.

—

“I’m so tired,” it’s noon and you woke up from sleeping two hours earlier. Asmo has dragged you out of the house for some shopping spree, and while you were excited to go, your energy levels have quickly depleted.

“But darling! We just started!” Despite saying this, he’s walking towards the register with the clothes he’s decided he likes, willing to cut his trip short if it’s for you. You shake your head.

“No, no, keep shopping. I’m always tired, Peach.” He hums and goes back to perusing the shelves while you stay seated by the dressing room for his mini fashion shows.

You don’t just get tired while hanging out with Asmo, it happens everywhere. Beel has to catch your head when you almost faceplant into your lunch. You spend a Devildom History class fighting to keep your eyes open while Satan takes twice the amount of notes as usual so you don’t fall behind. Levi asks you to watch a special livestream of a Sucre Frenzy concert and you have to sit down halfway through because you’re suddenly dizzy. You even fall tired while driving Mammon’s car, once.

He’d been in the passenger seat, fretting over your every move, and you’d understood despite the fact that it was incredibly annoying. This car was his baby, something he was incredibly proud of, something he worked hard to get. Still, having someone freak out over your driving usually makes it worse.

You’d been gently reassuring him of your skills when you felt it, the familiar pull of your eyelids, the way your brain seemed to slow down. It takes you a second longer than it should to register the red light and you have to slam on the brakes to avoid running it. It’s not too soon after that when you decide to pull over and have Mammon drive you home. You fall asleep on the way back.

—

This all comes to a head when you manage to outsleep Belphie.You aren’t sure how you did it, honestly. You went to bed on Friday afternoon and vaguely remember being woken up because a meal was ready. You remember making some sort of affirmative noise and then going back to sleep. You have hazy memories of stumbling to the bathroom and chugging down bottles of water, but mostly it was just sleep. Then, Belphie is shaking you awake. He’s saying something you can’t quite hear and Beel is picking you up and carrying you to the living room and the lights are so bright it turns your brain back on.

“Belphie, did you do somethin’?” It’s Mammon’s voice, accusatory. Someone pokes your cheek.

“So you kill a guy once and suddenly everything that happens to them is your fault?” His reply makes you snort.

“Did you or not?”

“No. This is… this is something else.” He sighs and then one of your eyelids is being manually opened so he can make eye contact with you before he lets go and your head drops slightly. “I know what my sin feels like. I know what Sloth feels like. It’s a choice, mostly. It’s the action of choosing to do nothing rather than something. This is something else. Something completely different.” You yawn and scrub at your eyes, finally opening them to stare at your posse.

“Did I get a fanclub while I was napping?”

“You’ve always had a fanclub,” Levi says quietly.

“Napping? You call that a nap?” Asmo pokes your cheek and you assume he’s the one who did it the first time.

“How do you know they have a fanclub?” Satan turns his head to Levi and his brother turns a bright shade of red.

“I’m the president.” He says. Beel raises his hand.

“I’m VP. We hold meetings every Wednesday. Lucifer pretends it’s stupid but he’s always in the club room ‘doing student council work’.”

“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Lucifer finally interjects, not wanting to deal with his brothers’ needling. Satan grumbles something about him being a loser under his breath. “Are you aware of how long you were asleep for?”

“I mean, I dunno,” you stretch your arms above your head and almost hit someone in the face. “I remember someone coming to me about dinner, so probably a while. Why?” Lucifer sighs and rubs a hand down his face.

“It’s Sunday afternoon.” You stare at him blankly.

“This is the worst joke you’ve ever told.”

“I am not joking,” he says and Levi shoves his D.D.D under your nose. Sure enough it says that today, the day you are finally awake, is Sunday. It says that it’s 2pm. You’ve slept for almost a full 48 hours. The thought brings tears to your eyes immediately and Levi freaks out.

“No wait, don’t cry. I don’t know what to do when you cry!” His hands are flapping around your face uselessly and it makes you laugh and choke on a wet sob.

“You can back the fuck up, for starters.” Satan bodily pushes his brothers out of the way to get to you, placing a box of tissues on your lap and sitting next to you. Not close enough to touch, but enough so you know he’s there.

“Sorry,” you take a tissue and blow your nose. Beel holds out a trashcan and Asmo pretends not to be disgusted. It’s sweet. “Crying in front of people is so cringe.”

“Being vulnerable and crying is not something you should be ashamed of,” Lucifer says and it’s weird to have your own words parroted back at you.

“Why’re you apologizin’ anyway? ‘S not like you did anythin’ wrong. We’re just worried is all.” Mammon runs a hand over your hair as he says it before remembering himself and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because it’s never been this bad before. I’ve never slept for damn near two days.”

“So this is a recurring problem?” Satan has procured a notebook from out of nowhere and has his hand poised to write down what you’re saying. Presumably to go scour his books for a solution.

“Yeah. It’s … I’m tired a lot. Always, really. I’m tired right now, actually. Sometimes it’s worse than others but … I don’t really know what’s wrong.” You huff, “I was actually in the process of getting tests done to figure it out when I got magic-ed here. Isn’t that funny?”

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Asmo is resting his head on your shoulder and you tilt your head so it rests on his.

“Not really. ‘M sorry, Peach. I’d tell you if there was.”

“I always wondered why you had such deep eyebags. I thought it was something in your skincare routine.”

“It’s also genetic.”

“Humans have genes for dark under eyes?” He sounds horrified at the prospect.

“Sure do.”

“That’s miserable.” You laugh at him and he squeezes your hand gently.

“So, yer just… tired.” Mammon asks.

“Mhm.”

“Chronically.”

“Also yes.”

“I didn’t know you knew the word ‘chronic’, Mammon,” Belphie ribs Mammon from his spot on the floor. You kick him slightly.

“Don’t be an ass.” He sighs dramatically and flops over onto his back.

“It’s good to know it’s not a freaky demon thing.” He peers up at you from underneath his bangs.

“Yeah. I’m kind of tired of dealing with freaky demon things. No offense.” There’s a chorus of agreement throughout the room and you can see everyone relax a little now that they know.

“It is a shame though,” Lucifer says, “that it is not demon related.” His brow furrows. “Those I can fix.” You shrug and slightly jostle Asmo’s head.

“Eh. That’s life. Thank you for being concerned though, I appreciate it.” Your stomach grumbles. “I guess I should eat, huh?” Asmo graciously lifts his head off your shoulder and you head to the kitchen, Beel on your tail.

“There’s nothing we can do?” He looks sad, and he’s rubbing his wrist in that way he does when he’s nervous. You’re struck with the realization that Beel is the defender of his family. He’s physically the biggest and the strongest, and he’s been looking after them and taking care of them physically for basically forever. It must be excruciating for him to not be able to help you.

“No,” you shake your head sadly, “I’m sorry, Bug.” You step forward and give him a hug. He returns it and you pretend you can’t feel him cry.

—

Things are different after that. Asmo tries to hang out with you in places closer to the House or in his room. Lucifer pulls you aside and tells you both his room and his study are always open for you if you need them. Beel takes you to the gym with him so you don’t stay too sedentary, but is always willing to stop working out if you need to go home. Satan almost gets into a physical altercation with a teacher over you sleeping in class and you find out later that Belphie gave him nightmares for a week. Levi doesn’t make you sit through as many anime binges anymore, instead separating them up into something more bite sized so you can properly enjoy it. It’s nice, you think, that they’re trying to take your needs into consideration.

Diavolo catches wind of it and sneaks his way over to the House to ask you questions. Walks into Lucifer’s study where you’re trying to do assigned reading like he owns it, and you think that he probably does in some way.

“Diavolo–” Lucifer stands up and Diavolo laughs.

“Don’t worry! There is nothing wrong! I just had some questions for our lovely exchange student.” He sits down in the armchair across from you and you set your notebook down.

“What’s up?” You can hear Lucifer mumbling prayers to a God who will no longer listen to them and it makes you snort.

“I have learned of your condition.”

“I gathered.”

“There is nothing I can do?”

“Do you have several degrees and a shit ton of fancy machinery?” Lucifer chokes at your language. Diavolo smiles at you.

“Can’t say that I do.”

“Then, no. There isn’t.” He hums thoughtfully and you busy yourself with trying to figure out Lucifer’s Demonus organization pattern. It doesn’t seem to be by age, so maybe it’s by color?

“What does it feel like?” Diavolo’s question draws you out of your comparison of two almost identical wine reds. You think one has a brighter undertone but that could be the color of the label.

“Have you ever been tired?”

“Indeed.”

“Have you ever not slept, for like, a whole day, and you can feel that your brain isn’t working at maximum capacity?” He nods. “Have you ever felt like you were trying to run in a swimming pool?”

“I can run in swimming pools.” You roll your eyes.

“Can you run through slime?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s like that. It’s being so tired that you know you aren’t operating at your best and being able to do nothing about it. It’s like moving through water. It’s never getting enough sleep. I could sleep the perfect amount for a human my age and I would still be down to take several long naps throughout the day. And it’s not something I can ignore, either. I can’t just power through it. Because after a while, it starts to hurt.”

“Hurt?” He frowns, and it’s weird to see him not smiling.

“Yeah. It’s. When I get too tired my eyes will hurt. It feels like they’re grapes and someone is squishing the life out of them. It feels like a thousand tiny needles poking at my eyes. It feels like someone is squishing the bridge of my nose in their fist and refuses to let go. It makes my stomach hurt, it makes me nauseous and sick, and it makes me dizzy and it’s awful.”

“I see.”

“So, I have to sleep. I have to sleep because if I don’t it hurts and if I manage to get through that my body will make itself sleep, anyway. It’ll just turn off, regardless of if I want it to or not.”

“That. That is miserable. I am sorry you have to experience such a thing.” You shrug a little and stare at your hands.

“What can you do?” It comes out sarcastic and dry. There’s a silence, tense and weighty, and you know what he’s going to ask before he does.

“Do you need to go to the human world?” You can hear Lucifer’s sharp inhale even though he was pretending to not listen.

“Maybe. But, if it is what I think it is, it won’t go away. I’ll just know and get medication. Probably.” Diavolo stands and nods.

“At least you will know. I will figure something out for you.” He nods again, this time to himself. “There is no reason for you to suffer this way.”

“It won’t go away, Diavolo. I’ll still have it.” You need him to know this. You need him to know that it won’t be permanently fixed. You don’t want him to be disappointed when everything’s said and done and you’re still sick.

“Yes, but things will be better, no? Some progress is better than no progress, no matter how small.” He pauses and smiles at you, warm and comforting. “And we will all be there for you. Regardless of the outcome.”

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Like it’s whatever multiple news sites had to retract their stories and issue formal apologies to her admitting they’d lied about things like her sanity and supposedly “outrageous” spending of Paul’s money. They really were putting out articles LYING about her supposedly spending her divorce settlement on shit like building swimming pools which by the way even if she did who gives a fuuuuuuck George Harrison bought a literal castle each Beatle has like 3 houses who gives a single shit but also they were literally LYING and were also were painting her as being INSANE and were lying about her cheating and getting multiple boob jobs and ALL THE WHILE they’re also being ableist calling her Peg leg MULTIPLE comedians are making fun of her and Paul was treating her more like a Nanny than a wife while being THE ONLY woman Paul ever publicly had a relationship with that wasn’t already from wealth frankly she should have gotten more money she should have cleaned him tf out

Cannot believe I just saw Heather Mills hate on my dashboard oh my god???

[ewingstan]

So the whole idea of Twig’s setting is that instead of writing Frankenstein, Mary Shelley figured out how to reanimate and stitch together life. I have some ideas for how this would go if he chose a different author:

Tick: Instead of writing The Time Machine, H.G. Wells creates a....you get the picture. The Lambs are agents of a British Crown who want to ensure a future goes their way. Think Ars Paradoxica if the government didn’t just use time travel to ensure things went their way, but to ensure the world looked the way they wanted it to. Also would probably have a lot of future beings/technology taken from potential futures that will now never be.

Bite: Instead of writing Dracula, Bram Stoker discovered how to use blood for longetivity and enhanced abilities. The lambs are thralls for a vampiric Crown Empire, ruling over a populace they see as cattle. Wildbow gets in weekly Reddit arguments disputing any perceived antisemitic themes.

Maze: Instead of writing House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski figures out how to use people’s own psychology to bend the geometry of 3D spaces, creating rooms larger on the inside than on the outside and able to grow in novel ways. This gets adapted into attempts to improve housing, create unlimited storage, etc., but the psychological nature of the process creates a memetic chain reaction in which people who learn about the existence of such abnormalities accidentally impose it on other rooms and buildings in less-controlled fashions. The result is a world where most inside spaces are inhospitable labyrinthine worlds unto themselves, occasionally collapsing in on themselves as their inhabitants die and leave no psychological imprint to continue growing off of. The only known way to impose some control over your living space is to create layers of meta-narrative over your own relationship to your home, which allows for more nuance and control to be wielded against the expanses. The lambs are a group of specially engineered psychologies meant to impose meta-narratives onto psychological spaces in ways that render the spaces more habitable (or at least more useful) to their handlers, but run into problems as the narrat[  ] begin to get [         ] by the spaces they’re depl[   ] against.

Meta: Instead of writing Worm, John C. “Wildbow” McCrae figures how how to use tissues from a dead space entity to give others—

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KAKUHIDA fic recs 💴🩸

Everything in this list is either M or E-rated. Very low possibility of anything T-rated. Most links are ao3, but some are livejournal, fanfiction.net or ficbook or pixiv.

Disclaimer: I do not actually know 4 languages; I just use Google Translate or Depl because I am insane.

TOP FAVES in no particular order

[Mandarin]【角飞】都市谋杀之夜 by Liebestorm 

Ballet dancer Hidan + black alley doctor Kakuzu. Incredible story, full of casual cruelty, there’s death, there’s body horror, there’s physical and mental suffering - all things Kakuhida. I think about this story a lot. The accuracy of their depiction in the modern setting is stunning. Head the warnings. There are many.

Content Warnings: abortion, amputation, violence, abuse, cruelty.

By the same author 【吸血鬼AU】以圣灵的名义…  Vampire AU! A small, fun story about two vampires hunting together. Some really cute romantic cannibalism.

[Russian] Мертвый сезон by Tiferet (taubenblautiferet)

PART 1 | PART 2 

“Can a country boy and a big city man fall in love?” 

Hot spring worker Hidan and ex-yakuza accountant Kakuzu on vacation. Lots of ghosts (well, just one, but oh man), curses(???), sex, Tokyo life and a demonic God that wants to have a talk. Very dear to my heart. Watching Kakuzu drop his guard down when faced with Hidan’s relentless naivete and determination makes my brain go all mushy.

Literally, anything by this author is top-tier storytelling writing, and you know you are always in for a fun ride!!

If you are looking for something more lighthearted, try ХИДАН ЛАЖАЕТ. It’s a fun story about video game streamer Hidan and his secret admirer, Kakuzu. 

[English] Is it Life or Art? by lilac_bramble  

This story is just so much fun, London socialite/model/”personality” Hidan and investment banker Kakuzu. Truly like peak Kakuhida to me. I really enjoy their relationship here. Their chemistry just works so well. This story is nearly the same word count as Game of Thrones. I am not joking. I am obsessed with authors' in-depth, detailed little tidbits of life in London. 

[Japanese] 【角飛】めまゐ【web再録】by Puola 

I love stories about characters told by someone completely unrelated, like a view from outside. I think this story does it so well. I loved seeing the tiny glimpses into how other people see them. It’s a short but a very special story. They cannot escape ‘These two really care for each other’ allegations. 

[Russian] Небо класса S by  бабаягапротив 

*DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE DEIDARA FAN OR SASODEI FAN

It is a truly amazing story from start to finish. I couldn’t stop reading it. Cruel, funny, witty dialogue, violence, great character insight, everything juicy remains in subtext and subtext alone. Lots of fun revelations are left up to the reader's interpretation, which I really enjoyed. Great example of how a sex scene can be used to show more hidden aspects of a relationship and how the two come together. The whole premise is really unusual and refreshing.

[English] Like steps of passing ghosts by Sneakend 

The storytelling reminds me of an official Naruto light novel. The same like tempo and the dynamic between them just feels very much like them. The story premise is simple but satisfying. I love it when Hidan is affected by the supernatural.

[English] In Limbs and Joints by orphan_account 

Zombie AU. Loved, loved, loved the ending. I hate reading zombie AU, where characters survive for a bit too long makes everything drag on and on. This story is perfect. We get them coming in, and then the end feels even more gut-wrenching but also super satisfying. Really well done!

[English] Kakuzu and the Temple of Jashin by fauvester

Ultimate comfort story. It’s camp; it’s scary, it’s gory, it’s funny. I just love everything about this story.

Genre clusters

Genre: “Corrupt Priest Hidan”

[Russian] Ничего святого by меровинген 

Church Cardinal Hidan + Thief Kakuzu. Really hot!

2. [English] Madness by JonShiiiiiDesu

Holy Son Hidan + Black Plague Doctor Kakuzu. The premise and the setting is really fun!

Genre: “Kakuzu goes to a bar, spots Hidan being his weird, insane self, and then simply has no other choice but to  fuck him in the men’s washroom.”

[Russian] Оседлавший торнадо by Tiferet

Calgary stampede Kakuhida. Insert cowboy emoji. Great story! May be helping with translation soon.

2. [Russian] Горючее by AmberWha1e 

Hidan picks Kakuzu up at a bar but loses his number.

3. [Russian] 5:49 в Стерджен-Бей by Neverhere 

Pure romance. Modern AU, as well!

Check out another fic by the same author Таинство любви 

Hidan gives head in a church! Fun!

4. [Russian] Чистюля by меровинген 

Casino coworkers Kakuhida, I love this authors Kakuzu! 

+There was another fanfic that was like so unhinged, but it got deleted, I will miss it forever.

More

[English] Beloved Schism by ThisCatastrophe 

Saint!Hidan+Mercenary!Kakuzu. Really interesting setting packed with catholic tidbits.

[English] Evolution of Us by SenkoWakimarin 

I remember reading this story on LiveJournal, a classic.

Gentleness by the same author. They are an OG! 

[English] True Intentions by sweetdreamz

Unfinished, but it’s so hot and cute I don’t care. Virgin!Kakuzu is a rare commodity. 

[English] take the hand and arm by shannyan

Sex pollen! Check out more from that author.  

[English] Bring Me Back A Dog by W0lfism 

Fuckfest AND a really fun plot!!! All in one!!! Any KKHD by Wolf is top-notch porn.

[English] Gentle Rains Trailer Park by HidansCrazyLaugh

Trailer park AU! Really love this one 

[Russian] The Third Weakness by Цагн

Modern prison AU focused on Kakuzu and his fateful meeting with Hidan.

Their other works for them are awesome too  

[English] Irredeemable Paradise by ManicR

This style is rare nowadays I like this. 

[English] Heaven by Crystaline-Crimson

Similarly rare style.  

[English] Another Mess by Un.filltered

A short and fun sex session on a table.

[Japanese] どうぞこの身を召し上がれ by Kiyo

Cake and Fork AU, it’s a variation of omegaverse, but with more focus on cannibalism. Romantic goreporn!

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Afternoon Delight

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Dirty talk, a LOT of it. Reader and Billy both have filthy mouths in this one so 18+ please (no minors or I’m telling), some swear words

Word Count: 1.6k-ish

Summary: Reader is reading and waiting for her boyfriend to bring her lunch in the park. A very handsome man takes a seat next to her, the book she’s reading is one of his favorites.

A/N: This is my contribution to May’s writing challenge over on the Thirsty For Cox discord server. This month’s prompt was sundress season and I honestly didn’t mean for it to get dirty but my brain had other ideas. Oh the book I took the quotes from is The Picture of Dorian Gray. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

A gentle summer breeze rushed across your exposed shoulders as you sat alone on a park bench reading your book on an early Saturday afternoon. The subtle rustling of the trees above your head prompted you to look up and watch the sun highlight the veins in the leaves as the wind moved them in multiple directions.

The warm afternoon sun shone through the leaves on the trees, drawing attention to bright green patches of grass all over the park. It was a beautiful day.

Your boyfriend told you earlier that morning that he would meet you in the park for lunch and you couldn’t wait to surprise him with the new dress you bought.

Black with white polka dots, adjustable spaghetti straps, long with a deep V-neck and a drawstring closure, it was perfect for a day like today and you were sure he would love it on you.

Continuing to turn the pages of your book, you looked up the walkway and noticed a very handsome man walking toward you wearing a gray suit.

He had ebony colored hair, a short well-groomed beard and as he came closer you noticed his eyes. He had beautiful yet very mysterious deep brown eyes, the kind of eyes you could just get lost in while he was talking to you. They looked like two flat black marbles and they were looking directly at you.

There were empty park benches everywhere, so you didn’t think he would take a seat next to you and yet, he did. As he sat down, he smiled at you. You’ve never seen a more perfect smile on top of an already incredibly handsome face.

He said hello, you said hello back and returned the smile he gave you.

A smile like his could get you into some serious trouble but then he doubled down and opened his mouth to which you heard his soft tone, his voice was smooth like warm honey with a slight New York accent.

“I love that book.” He said.

You almost forgot you were holding a book, he was quite the distraction.

“Me too.” You said. “This is my fourth time reading it. Do you have a favorite part?”

You asked him, hoping to throw him off guard to see if he’s actually read it or if it’s some lame pick up line.

“Well…let’s see.” He said. “There are so many.”

Got him.

“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.” Chapter 2, page 23

“Oh and…”

“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy." Chapter 6, page 106

The fact that he had those passages memorized, shocked you to your core and you felt slightly embarrassed and ashamed that you doubted him, but it turned you on at the same time.

“I’m sorry, I thought that…” You said.

He interrupted you.

“You thought it was a line, didn’t you.” He said with a sly grin.

Very few people surprised you, especially tall, handsome men just strolling through the park.

“I do apologize Mister?” You asked.

“Russo…Billy Russo.” He said extending his hand for you to shake. “I read that book a lot when I was deployed overseas.”

“Deployed? Wait, lemme guess…” You said as you carefully looked him over from head to toe. “You were a marine.” You were biting down on your lower lip, and fighting the desire to draw him in close by his tie.

He continued to stare at you with those intense brown eyes of his, he could not look away and neither could you. He held your gaze and felt yourself start to blush every time he smiled at you.

“How did you know?” He asked.

“Well…actually, my boyfriend was also in the Marines.” You said in a low breathy tone.

His smile disappeared.

“Well your boyfriend is a lucky man, I’ve never seen a more beautiful smile…on anyone.” He said.

He took the words right out of your mouth, you felt the same way about his smile.

Billy moved his head like it was on a swivel, looking all around him. “So…where is this boyfriend of yours? If you were mine, I’d never let you out of my sight.” He stated.

The struggle to keep from smiling was difficult, and you replied. “Actually, I don’t know. He said he would meet me here for lunch and he’s never ever late.”

You weren’t sure if it was the rays from the sun or Billy that was causing the warmth to rise to your cheeks.

There was something you wanted from Billy but maybe you shouldn’t ask. Although, what harm could come from reading a few pages from your book to you?

There was just something about his voice that was captivating. The way the words rolled off of his tongue was musical and hypnotic, like he was meant to read them aloud.

As he read, he’d glance away from the pages for sentences at a time to look over at you. He had memorized a lot of the passages, staring at you as he recited the words.

At one point, he stopped and lost his place because he was too busy staring at you.

“I’m so sorry.” He said. “I have to tell you, I’m very distracted by this beautiful dress you have on. Although I’m not sure if it’s the dress or the woman wearing it, maybe it’s both. I can’t believe your boyfriend let you leave the house without him, lookin’ like that. Every man that walks by this bench is having the same thoughts as I am.”

Trying to swallow the lump in your throat, the ache between your thighs grew hungry for him.

“Oh? And—what sort of thoughts would those be, Mr. Russo?” You whispered.

“Impure ones.” He hissed as he looked you up and down.

Your fingers lightly danced across the glowing skin on your chest and moved up to rub the back of your neck as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip.

“Thoughts of taking you back to my place, hiking that dress up over your hips and fucking you so hard you can’t walk right tomorrow, pinning you against the wall, and having your legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into that sweet pussy of yours. I wanna hear you scream my name over and over again until your voice cracks, and I bet you’d look really pretty sitting on my dick.”

Gently, he touched your bare shoulder, and brushed the warm soft skin of your arm with his calloused fingers, those words sent shivers down your spine despite the hot afternoon sun.

Shuddering at those sinful thoughts, you leaned in to him so your face was closer to his yet your bodies remained apart and whispered against his mouth. “Is that right? Anything else?” You asked before sucking on his bottom lip.

“Or just ripping it off of you because it covers that gorgeous body of yours, then using it to tie you to the bed so I can look at you all spread out, ready to take my cock. Those are the kind of thoughts I’m having.”

A bead of sweat had dripped from your neck down your chest and in between your breasts, your panties were soaked from listening to Billy describe what he wanted to do to you, and if he wanted to fuck you right there on that park bench, you would probably let him.

“Maybe I’m having similar thoughts.” You said softly. “Maybe I want to see you on your knees in front of me, your head underneath my dress, and your tongue fucking me until I can’t see straight.”

You were so distracted by him, you forgot why you were sitting on that bench in the first place.

He inched closer to you so his thigh was touching yours, the look in his eyes was primal, his long slender fingers touched the side of your face, his other hand grazed the top of your breast and then he pushed some of your hair back behind your ear so he could whisper to you.

“Role playing is fun, isn’t it sweet girl. I don’t even need to touch you to know how wet you are for me. Love the new dress. I know I was supposed to bring lunch but I didn’t think there would be a snack waiting for me when I got here.” He said with a devilish smirk and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You reached out to brush his beard with your thumbs and let out a little chuckle. “Wow…And I thought I’ve heard every cheesy pick up line there is, my love. Are you done flirting with me? Where’s my lunch?”

Billy held up one finger. “Number one, I’ll never stop flirting with you, number two, you’re wearin’ MY lunch…and I promise I’ll get you something to eat, but I need to get you home now otherwise we’re both getting arrested for indecent exposure.” He said with a wink. “I held out as long as I could. I’m pretty sure I flatlined when I first saw you. You look fuckin’ hot, baby.”

You leaned in close and gave him a hungry kiss, your tongue twisted with his and your teeth nipped at his lower lip which made him absolutely feral for you.

“Well let’s go home then, Mr. Russo and don’t forget our book.”

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This was an incredibly fun and really technical clear, and it was also way harder than it needed to be. See, you might have noticed that Bassline doesn't have his module (and if you're familiar with his kit, you might have realized that he's still at M2 on his S1). That's because neither him nor Viviana are at 100 trust yet. I've been using all my sanity potions in the event to try to get their trust up, but it still takes time. But: having four new ops for the niche is too exciting for me to sit and wait. The plan was originally just to start labbing this out, starting with an easier 8 op with Carnelian and Lessing, then a 7 without Carnelian. But I thought I might just be able to make it a six, and here we are. Now, I'm going to break this down in detail, because there's a lot going on and I'm really pleased with how it all came together:

First of all, Viviana. She's here! The reason I built this niche! A lot ended up relying on her, and she was perfect for what I needed: doing good damage to take out key targets, but durable enough to stay out when I needed it. A really good highlight of this is when she takes out an agitator and a greatswordsman back to back, outside of healing range, while being targeted by Damazti. She didn't even need to take out the greatswordsman; just stalling them for a few seconds would have been fine! But she did it, even without the attack she'll get from finishing her trust. She also could have finished Damazti on her own (and she did so in a previous iteration when Eyja was defeated before I could use her skill after I mistimed placing her), but I needed Eyja for the opening and to take out one of the trilbies, so I used her to speed up the burst.

Speaking of Eyja, she was kind of the least important unit in this. It really was just the opening, the trilby, and then just boosting Eben's attack and speeding up bursts. It's enough that I don't think I can optimize her out, but for the most straightforwardly strong unit in the squad, it was a relatively quiet stage. But it's okay, her alter still totally trivialized the elemental damage, which made it possible even without Bassline's trust and module.

It was relatively quiet for Bassline here too, largely because he's not fully built yet (don't worry, I have plans that'll highlight him more when he's done). But he still helped healing (which was good to have since there was a point where Czerny gets kind of low) and having another three block is huge. Also his redeploy may not have seemed necessary (and technically it wasn't), but it meant that Eyja would live through her skill activation as he became the target of Damazti's last skill activation instead of her.

Eben, however, was pivotal to this, and this was a really good showing of why he's more than just a funny boss killer. He's really good on pretty much any map, because even when he's not attacking a boss, he can make sure you just don't have to deal with the map's biggest threats. Like here, the tyrant captains might as well have not existed, because they never so much as got close to attacking my units. Add in taking out most of the agitators and greatswordsmen, and I don't get why he's so looked down upon.

And last but not least: Czerny. It kind of looks like a quiet performance for him, but there was actually a lot going on. For one, him having the bulk and block count of a defender but being able to actually do enough damage to take out the enemies that made it to him was why he was on that lane and not Bassline. Plus, having a form of damage mitigation that wasn't a +% defense meant he could still last even when the corrosion started to pile up. But the biggest contribution was his S2's taunt. If you watch for it, you'll see I activate it pretty much any time I drop Viviana or especially Eyja, in order to keep Damazti's skill targeting on him, giving them the best chance to land safely. Without this, Eyja can't last long enough to take out the trilby, and a couple of Viviana's deployments get a lot more reliant on good off-skill shield RNG.

Anyway, that's all! I'm really excited to play around with the new units some more and to see what I can come up with. Thanks for watching! :)

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[romanoffsbish]

… If Only in my Dreams…

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

I’ll Be Home For Christmas… (Prev)

Mama-Nat ; Mommy-R

Warnings: Hostile!Nat, Tantrums/Outbursts, Violence, Blood, Injured!R

Sorry it took so long to put out, but I just really wasn’t in the necessary headspace to finish this.

There was a low humming noise that filled the dark room, or at least you assumed it was dark since you'd yet to open your eyes, but judging by the lack of red tint to your eyelids it wasn't all that hard to infer. You intended to appear asleep to your captors, but due to the frigidity of the space you were left in it was impossible to contain your shaking, and as you expected it wasn't long before someone was entering.

"Good, you're finally awake.," the mans taunting laughter bellowed off the walls as he bared witness to the ceasing of your shivering, your body was now stilled, every muscle having tensed up, whilst the hair on your body stood, and your heart thumped harshly in your chest., "Welcome home Agent 22, get some rest, you'll be needing it.," he chuckled unabashedly while your body racked with uncontainable sobs that only further the pain in your head. The sound of the slamming door behind him made a harsh noise as it automatically locked, and you knew, without a doubt, exactly where you were.

Back at the beginning...

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——

It'd been twenty four hours since you fell, an entire trip around the sun with no answer on as to where you ended up, or if you were even still alive. Presumably you're being held captive by an 'unknown' group of men, with harsh injuries to account for all the blood you lost in Russia. When the sisters returned to the cabin your wife wasted no time utilizing all of her own resources and access to government databases. Every avenue she went down failed though, she knew it'd be pointless to remain in Russia, it's very unlikely your captors had, and she hadn't enough to work with in the faraway place so she set back off to the states for assistance.

So now Natasha paced around Clint's barn, the place she'd advised her former teammates to meet up with her at as it wasn't on any radars. Her heart was absolutely shattered, her gut had been warning her from the start that the trip was a bad idea, but somehow you'd convinced her it would be okay, and now you're injured horribly, and on top of that you're also missing. Had her sister never treated you so terribly, or had she stuck to her guns and kept you home, then this nightmare wouldn't have come to life.

Yelena was sat on a bale of hay, her face was stitched up, injured arm strapped to her body, and her eyes were painfully glued to the floor, unwilling to catch those of her sisters. This trip was never supposed to end in carnage, even if at one point Yelena thought she'd have to kill you herself—deep down she always knew she wouldn't have to, but even in her success of making nice with you, this is still all her fault. Two unsuspecting kids sit inside the Barton's house, only a few paces from her guilty form. The thought of them losing their mommy if they don't work fast enough weighing heavy on her conscience; it all brings her to silent tears.

Natasha hasn't said a word to her for fear of saying things she couldn't take back. She knows Yelena tried to save you, but had she never been reluctant to let you in, then the trip that led to your disappearance never would've happened, and you'd be here, safe in her arms.

Christmas is less than two weeks out, and the idea of you missing Eli's first Christmas leads to her falling to her knees in another fit of sobs. Clint was quick to pull her into his embrace, he doesn't try to shush her, or to cheer her up with promises of saving you—no, he simply holds her close, and allows her the space to fall apart.

Once she'd settled into his embrace, her sobs eventually faded into the occasional hiccup, and they remained in this bubble until she heard the familiar rumble of a jet, then she was racing out of the barn to greet the stoic team. Tony was first to deplane, the multitude of gadgets necessary in his hand to find you work to settle Natasha's nerves ever so slightly. Wanda's next to deplane, her eyes bloodshot from crying the whole ride there, and she's the first of any to pull Natasha in for a hug. Steve was the last to deplane, a heaviness settling on his shoulders as he continues to ponder if this was all his fault—did he compromise your life?

"Now that we're all here, shall we begin?," Tony breaks the tense silence, holding back a shiver once he sees the daggers the little witch was staring into the folded over blonde., "They've got something blocking the tracking device in her neck, here's all that I have for it.," Natasha relays, shoving her semi useless tracker into his hands in the hopes that it'll mean something to him. Tony smiled solemnly at her, then he silently began to fiddle with everything he brought to get the process going.

"Nat, why do we think they wanted Y/N?," Cap asks as a way to hopefully gather more of an understanding on why they only took you, the man however gulped upon seeing the fire in her eyes., "Not sure Rogers, could be the bar fight they caused, or the Hydra mission you sent me on, jury's still fucking out on a cause."

Everyone in the room flinched as her voice had only elevated, making Natasha jump to her feet right after to leave the barn in search of solace. The last thing she wanted was to guilt trip, or make your friends feel responsible. Sadly her her attempts to find such peace proved really hard to obtain when the only person who can bring her back down to earth is gone. Eliana, and Jackson usually brought her said peace, but with their uncanny similarity to you all she could see is what she lost, and failed to protect.

Facing them alone was already hard enough, but when one can verbalize his worries over his missing mommy it only makes it that much worse. Eli's cries also wouldn't stop with Nat around, when just last week it was only her who could get them to, it's as if she knew her mommy was in danger just by looking to her. Natasha was hardly ever alone with them, and she never realized they picked up on that until she returned without you. They'd been ecstatic for about thirty seconds before the emotional turmoil Natasha exuded transferred to them, then it was wailing, and "Where's mommy?," and her already breaking heart couldn't deal, leaving the Barton's to handle the distressed children, while she ran out to sob some more.

Avoiding your beloved kids is the last intention she ever had, but as she sat alone on the rickety tire swing it was exactly what she was doing. Tears ran down her cheeks at the daunting reality that they may never get you back, that she might have to raise the children without your warm touch, and voice of reason. Everything she knew about being a mother came from directly mirroring you, you'd been her reference point for all things proper., "She's alive Natalia, I can still feel her."

Wanda could hear her horrid thoughts from a mile away, the idea alone of never finding you was enough to have infuriated her. Though the tie between you two wasn't blood, there was no doubt it was akin to that of siblings. Hydra was never kind to any of you, but she never forgot the way you looked out for her and Pietro, or how you took the brunt of the testing for their sake. You were their guardian angel, so after many years of forced separation, when they saw you with the Avengers, leaving Ultron wasn't even a question, it was just the answer.

Wanda's no stranger to loss, she's lost everyone who's ever meant anything to her up until this point, everyone except for you. There's no way she isn't going to get you back, even if she has to delve into the world of unforeseen spells. Not a thing, or person in the world would stop her on her conquest to saving her family., "We're going to find my sister Natasha.," her voice boomed through the air with conviction, and for what felt like the millionth time today your wife was crying, she didn't understand what even set her off, but she sobbed anyways while Wanda moved to hold her close for you., "We'll find her Nat... We have to..."

——

Though you couldn't see anything, you could feel everything, like the frigid air being pumped into the metal room in obvious punishment. IV's were attached to your arms, the same set that you couldn't move more than an inch without sharp pains shooting throughout you. Whatever they were pumping you full of made you drowsy, but you were prepared for such torture tactics by Shield, and that's how you've managed to remain awake this whole time.

Time eluded you for the most part seeing as how you'd been locked away like a princess in a castle waiting for her glorified savior in all those silly fables, but you were certain by the tick of the clock—that he placed here to taunt you, that at least forty eight hours had passed since he first made himself known to you. Strucker, the man who held you captive for years, and who you'd believed was dead up until this point now held your life in his hands.

Slimy hands that only sought out unyielding power and to also bring you immense pain. It's obvious that Strucker heard about your giving up of your powers with the way he's using the cold to ice you into a weakened state. It's likely he always knew they'd kill you eventually, you reckon that's why he didn't put up much of a fight to find you after you fled over a decade ago. If you weren't so fatigued you'd give him a piece of your mind, but more to the truth, he'd yet to return, and you weren't wasting energy yelling at him through the cameras.

So you lied there silently, your eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments before they'd pop right back open—he wasn't getting the satisfaction of a win, no upper-hands for him. 

Funny enough, you were like the calm in the storm while lying emotionlessly on the bed, but unbeknownst to you, your prospective savior was in the state of a damsel in excess distress. Truly, you'd both managed to flip the script.

——

Hope around the Romanoff household had dwindled into nothing after over a weeks time, as Tony had yet to give the redhead any good news, and your wife was so distraught over this lack of progress that she'd only been getting about two hours of sleep a night, and was of hardly any use to anyone. Nightmares of all kinds plagued her mind every time her eyes were closed, and when they opened she was reminded that she was living in one just as bad. Wanda and Yelena had decided it best to stay with her in your house for the sake of the confused children. Wanda tended to Eli most days, while an injured Yelena usually handled all of Jackson's entertainment and needs.

Today though, Wanda had been urgently called into the barn by Tony and Steve, while Yelena was passed a grumpy Eli into her good arm. Jackson was whining for food, but the baby was crying, and Yelena couldn't manage both. Natasha went into the living room to decipher the fuss, and at the sight of the chaos she moved on autopilot, scooping up the little boy. Then she waltzed into the kitchen with the toddler clinging to her offered comfort, and she microwaved him a tray with chicken and fries.

The little boy whimpered when being removed from his mama's arms, she hadn't kept her comfort from him intentionally, and it ruined what was left of her heart to see him hurting due to her distance. He needed to eat though, so she settled his food before him, all was going well too as he smiled up at her gratefully, and she returned the smile, her first of the week. While she stayed to observe him she noticed he was only eating the fries with ketchup, and the chicken was left untouched. In an attempt to encourage him to eat the protein she dipped it into the available ketchup, but her face twisted when he looked at her in genuine disgust.

"Icky sauce.," he insisted while pushing her hand away, the former—potentially soon to be—widow's face scrunched up in obvious confusion. He'd literally just been eagerly dipping his fries into the ketchup with no issue., "Jackson, baby boy, please just eat the nugget, they're good for you.," she pressed the boy on tiredly, to which he loudly shouted back no, then continued to eat the fries unbothered.

"Jackson, don't yell at mama, and eat the damn chicken.," she herself yelled back, but she was instantly regretful as he flinched and looked to her with a wobbly lip, and eyes that were filling up fast with tears. A pained gasp left her when he shakily pushed her comfort away, he was sobbing, but wanted nothing to do with her. The confused look in his eyes was obvious, she had never yelled back at him before, she'd left the outbursts to you, and you were always so good at redirecting the non desired behaviors.

Natasha and you had agreed early on that you weren't going to be the parents that yelled at their kids for every little thing, that instead you'd lead by example, and the both of you would practice kindness, partaking in gentle parenting over the modern worlds harsh ways. Now, in one weeks time she'd undid it all, because the precious little boy looked at her as if she was the devil, Eli's sympathy wails soon filled the space, and it all broke her spirit even more., "Mama's sorry, I'm so sorry baby."

After removing the tray from his chair she gently placed her hands before him., "Baby, please look at mama, I'm sorry that I yelled at you.," the little boy looked up to her, glossed over eyes to resemble those of your own met hers, and she had to curtail the incoming sob at the heartbreaking resemblance. He needed her, the feelings she had would just have to wait., "Come here baby.," she pleaded desperately, watching as he worked through his options, and after only a second he launched from his chair and into her awaiting arms, she secured them around his tiny body, and the both of them cried together on the kitchen floor.

Yelena entered with the sniffling baby who, to her shock, reached for the two on the floor. After silently passing her over, Wanda entered the kitchen in a rush, the sight of the broken family cuddling causing her to steel her face., "What did the guys want?," Natasha's hoarse voice broke through the tense silence, but she was too focused on the kids in her arms to see Wanda's features twitching before speaking., "To see how you're doing, and quite frankly, the answer was not good Natasha.," she lies, and Yelena catches it instantly., "Let's get all of you off the floor and into bed for some rest."

Yelena notices how eager the witch was to get Natasha out of the way, she lets her know as such too when she glares her way but she still hangs back, and waits rather impatiently for the woman to return to the living room.

—

Strucker was amused as he entered your cell to find you humming along to a familiar tune. Your mind was entering a state of delirium he'd been hoping for, the German tune reminiscent of your old Hydra days, and he wondered why it was even a source of comfort for you., "Agent 22, time for you to come with me."

Internally you were cheering, you were playing into whatever game he wanted by appearing fragile, and broken to his preferred specifics. Staying in this room gets you nowhere closer to escaping, and you also knew that no one could track you on the basement floor of the base.

However, as his men hoisted you out of the bed, the first time in a week that you'd been made to move more than from the bed to the toilet directly to your right and back, you could finally feel the extent of your injuries, and you knew you couldn't fight your way out of here.

The burly men groaned as if you weighed ten tons when your legs suddenly gave out, and all your weight was left on them to carry. They let you know of their displeasure too as they were unnecessarily tugging on your injured arms. It was obvious to you that your right shoulder was dislocated in the free fall, while your left was just brutally strained. It was something you expected, because before losing consciousness you remember dangling from an oak tree by the wire of the grappling hook that you had managed to wrap around your hands.

Along with the dislocated shoulder you could feel all the tiny, untreated scratches on your face. They were itchy, and sore, along with all of the other marks you managed to get as the rocks and branches tore through the many layers you'd been previously taunted for wearing. Fortunately nothing too bad had happened to your legs, they're bruised up from hitting all the rock, but other than that they're fine. Having been unfed for over a week is what left you weakened, and thus unable to walk.

The men placed you in a cold, metal chair, and you groaned at the set up, tools of every type laid on a metal tray besides your body, and in front of you a man was setting up a camera. These setups only ever meant one of two things with Hydra, a morbid chance to say goodbye, or a hostage negotiation, that usually ends with a dead hostage, and a dead or captive savior.

"I bet you're wondering what your fate is.," Strucker reappeared before you, hovering and looking down to you with a devilish smirk., "You'll know in due time dearest one.," you shuddered at the old, nauseating nickname. The man smirked wider at your disgust, then he clapped your shoulders for an added bite of pain before moving to face the camera lens.

"Privet Agent Romanoff, and Maximoff.," your heart skipped when he addressed the two most important women in your life., "My beef is not with you Romanoff, but with your wife, and my very special girl Wanda.," the urge to vomit was at an all time high when he referenced her that way., "Sorry to you for destroying your family, but as an old friend of Dreykov's, I'm actually not sorry—call it an eye for an eye, will you?"

"However, I am willing to strike up a deal, I'm not a monster after all.," he feigns sympathy as he blatantly lies to your people, you know damn well that you're a dead woman sitting if they're not strategic enough about this., "If the witch willingly returns to my team, then I'll give you back the useless scraps behind me."

"Don't do it Wanda! You know it's a trap.," a fist connected with your face harshly, your jaw making a crackling noise as your head swung to the side. Blood trickled down your chin, and for a moment silence befell your form, but to all present parties shock you chuckled wildly, lifting your head back up to face them., "What? You think I can't take a punch?," you taunted the man, though your jaw ached intensely you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing., "schwache Hündin.," you spat at the man, blood landing on his cheeks, and in retaliation he head butted you rather harshly, causing you to bite your tongue in more ways than one.

(Weak bitch)

"Feisty as ever I see.," Strucker interrupted the chaos, his hardened gaze on your pained face., "Don't worry dear, the fun is just beginning.," he chuckled before facing the camera again., "Consider this your six hour head start mighty Avengers, that's how long Mrs. Romanoff here has before her life will be completely ended."

—

Wanda is only gone maybe a few minutes, and as soon as she enters the room Yelena's in her face., "Why are you lying to my sister?," Wanda rolls her eyes, not really having the time of day for this., "For my sisters, and her own good.," she brushes right passed the confused blonde and heads straight for the door, but she pauses.

"I-Is Y/N...?," Wanda turns back to glare at her, her eyes phasing into a crimson hue, as tendrils of her magic move across her fingers., "No, and don't even hypothesize such a thing Yelena, might be your dream come true, but it isn't any of ours.," she growls, the low blow of her words not even an afterthought, her mind is only consumed with a need to save you., "That's not fair, we're family now, I-I.," she began to defend herself, but Wanda waved her hand about in quick dismissal.

"Yelena, I do not have time for this, I put her to sleep, the effects will wear off in a few hours, and by the time she wakes up I'll have Y/N."

"Natasha will never forgive you for going without her.," Wanda nods, a slight shrug to follow, with her back to the blonde., "Then so be it, but we both know she's in no condition to fight, and moreover, this is mine and Y/N's battle, no one else's.," she shut the door swiftly, an obvious finality on her chosen words that left the blonde to fall back in an anxious heap on the couch., "So not cool Y/N Romanoff..."

—

Everything in your body hurt, wounds that had only just started to scar over from your fall were ripped wide open again, the men were chuckling darkly with every cry you couldn't suppress, and your will to remain conscious was dwindling fast the more their varying actions went on. Fists of one pummeled into your ribcage leaving you breathless, while a scalpel was teasingly ran over your throat, lightly nicking the skin on occasion to keep you abreast of your looming fate.

Tears fell down your bruised cheeks, mixing with your blood as you gave up the front, the likelihood was that today was the day you died. You weren't crying over the physical pain, you were numb to that after about an hour, no, you were crying for the sake of your little family. Natasha isn't ready to be on her own, not that anyone ever is, but you know for her this'll be a true test to her strength, and though you love her, there's no faith she'd ever recover from the heavy loss. She'd told you almost daily how she couldn't live without you, and though it was a soft statement in the moment, the sentiment was all the same in the end; she meant it.

Eliana, and Jackson have barely just started, and now you've left them in a shattered family. Because there's no way Natasha won't end up resenting Yelena for this happening if it ends bad. It's all a bout of tragic ironic really, all you ever wanted was to fix their problems, and in trying to do so it appears you only made it ten times worse. At least before they were talking, the blonde just hated you, maybe it was selfish of you to want more there.

Had you just let her grow to like you, instead of pushing for a quick resolution, then the family would be intact, and you wouldn't be dying...

Harsh sobs began to rack your body as your most fondest memories ran through your mind all so suddenly. The first time you ever kissed Natasha; it was so vivid that it was if you were reliving it, a smile gracing your face in real time as you remember what it's like to feel her, to taste her lips, and it hurts to know it's over. Then as if to taunt you your mind moves to when she said yes to your marriage proposal, and then through all the many "I love you's.,"

Then the birth of your son plays, and the many moments after that you screen grabbed within your mind of his milestones. Standing out to you most was how Natasha was such a nervous wreck during that time, remembering all the many ways she tried to keep him safe briefly warmed up your freezing body. Memories of your daughters birth and every gummy smile she ever gave you flew through next, and it just left you praying for more; you needed time.

Those sweet little memories of the four of you on the couch, with Natasha rocking Eli to sleep while Jackson and you geeked out over whatever cartoon was on at the time, those were always your favorite nights. Natasha and you took turns gazing lovingly at the other, a sweet little game that always ended in a shared kiss over the slumped bodies of your children.

Once your eyes fly open, as if they were shut against your accord you gasped, the once silver room was decorated crimson, and the woman stood before you was as well., "Wanda.," you sighed in relief, then as your body knew you were safe, you'd slumped into her arms, all the adrenaline now leaving you in your true state. Wanda gently maneuvered you comfortably within her hold, then she flew out the hole in the roof that she'd previously entered through.

A monocle dangled from her hand, a trophy she collected in proof of her success...

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Natasha woke with a start, hands searching for you, but soon her body shook with the knowing sobs that the lovely dream had ended. Reality was far more bleak for her, but she still softly smiled at the sight of your sleeping children. One against her, the other in her bassinet, and she decided there that she needed to get it together for their sake, you'd want her to do it.

Just as she began to process through some of her grief the door to her room flew open, and an out of breath Clint entered., "We have her."

Natasha stumbled out of the bed, scooping up the sleeping baby, while Clint grabbed a now awake Jackson., "Mama?," he tiredly whined, and Natasha rounded the bed to kiss his cheek, "I'm right here my little love.," she reassured him, once he felt secure in that knowledge he snuggled into Clint, and the duo ran out of the house, speeding passed a confused Yelena.

Once she heard the car tear off she knew what was going on, she smiled to herself at the good news, but then she frowned upon noticing the dullness in the lived in space. Nothing about your place felt right to her now that you were apparently back. She knew from stories told that you absolutely adored the holiday that was Christmas, so she called the men in from the barn, and the three planned out a miracle.

It might be December 30th, the holiday having passed on by without a celebration, but it didn't have to mean that all hope was lost.

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Natasha ran straight into the infirmary, a sigh of relief left her seeing from afar that the lying little witch was drenched in the blood of her enemies, and with just the briefest glimpse of your hair her anxieties settled. Then she heard your laughter as she got closer, stilling in her move to reach you, she allowed the sound to reverberate around her mind for a moment. Her lip trembling as she never thought she'd hear such an angelic sound again, and with that she was running to get to you once more.

Your head lifted off the pillow when the doors slammed open, and your heart fluttered in your chest at the sight of your beautiful wife running towards you. Her hands shakily held your face, and her lips steadily pressed into yours, the both of you choking back a sob at the touch., "Detka, oh my gosh, I-I can't believe it's you."

"In the tattered flesh.," you teased, and she chuckled at your tasteless joke, then she turned to Wanda with a glare that would scare off the burliest of men, but the witch only winked., "Told you we'd find her.," she held up the cracked monocle, and Natasha beamed at the sight before pulling the gross witch in for a tight embrace., "Thank you.," the witch hugged her tighter at her soft whispers., "Mhm"

"When can she leave?," Natasha asked as she looked at you being healed, her heart wouldn't truly settle until you were in the house she built for you, full of every safety feature she could have ever imagined courtesy of one Tony Stark., "Tomorrow evening.," Cho sounded off from behind., "My cradle can only heal her so much, so the shoulder will take time, but on the bright side Y/N's body is still advanced from her Hydra years, so I anticipate the sling for a week, and with proper physical therapy she'll be good as new in a months time."

"Where are my babies?," you whined, causing the women to giggle at your loopy state., "Sleeping in the old man's lap, I'll bring them in once you're out of this scary contraption.," she offered, you pouted, but even in your loopy state you knew she was right to not bring them in when you looked so scary., "Perfect."

"Yeah, you are.," Natasha whispered against your forehead as her lips laid there, lingering in their place for what felt like an eternity, and if not for the promising future laid out before you  both she'd probably let them linger forever.

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Natasha was cautious as she settled you into the front seat of the spacious car, even though you'd been cleared by Cho to do so yourself, she wasn't really a fan of not holding onto you., "Ready to go home, moya lyubov'?," her lips pressed to yours after you nodded, and she pulled away with the calmest smile afterwards. As inconspicuously as you could you wiped the sudden tear from underneath her eye, her lips pressed to your palm a in silent thanks, then she finally managed to leave your side, just to resettle down next to you in the drivers seat, her hand holding onto your thigh as she drove.

Wanda was in the back with your smiling kids, and you locked eyes with the witch through the rearview mirror, she didn't have to read your mind to understand what your were saying. She smiled warmly, letting you know that she loved you just the same, you were the sister she never had, but always wanted, and your thanks were unnecessary, but she nodded anyways to acknowledge them, and only then did you relax fully into your seat for the journey back home.

Natasha was in a state of disbelief as she put the car in park, the previously barren house was outwardly decorated for the holidays. Something she herself usually did at the start of the month, but the trip kept her from it, and then the motivation was clearly nonexistent when she didn't have you around to celebrate with. Honestly, she was a bit put off by them at first, they were almost too perfect, resembling that of the finest houses you'd see in movies like The Grinch.

Brightly colored lights were strung across the trimming of your house, a string of faux icicles hung over the stairs, with a sprig of mistletoe nestled in the center of the bright blue lights. Blown up characters in their Christmas attire from Scooby Doo and Winnie the Pooh sat off to the left side of your house in pretty alignments. A perfect layer of snow adorned the ground after last night's storm, giving off a Winter Wonderland vibe. Mini snowmen were built in your family's likeness directly in front of the right bannister, an old crown of Wanda's was placed atop of one of them, making the witch in the backseat cover her mouth as she held back a sob as the notion overwhelmed her.

Natasha was about to gently awaken you, but your sons shrieks beat her to it., "Mommy!," your body jolted forward, you turned to face him but he shook his head, finger pointing away., "Loot! Pretty wites!," your heart soared at the sight of the decorated house, and in a moment of childlike glee you bursted out of the car, ignoring the shiver of your body in favor of appreciating the joyous atmosphere., "Natty! It's Christmas!," you knew it wasn't, that the holiday had passed while you were gone, but you weren't wasting the opportunity to pretend as if it hadn't, you were going to celebrate.

Natasha shook her head in amusement, lightly chuckling as she hastily approached you to pull you into her warmth., "I can see that lyubov'.," her tone was soft, but held an underlying layer of surprise that told you she didn't plan this. Noting the vest over the snowman beside yours you knew exactly who'd orchestrated this, and it warmed your heart to see the complete 180.

Gasps of further shock left both of you as you entered the house, Natasha held Eliana, while Wanda walked in behind you holding Jackson. There was a gorgeous tree in the corner of the living room, with soft white lights to create a calm ambiance, a sparing array of ornaments adorned the sprigs, you smiled when noticing the rest sat in a tattered box besides the tree. Stockings lined the chimney, with a silver garland weaved around the stocking holders.

The grunt of frustration from your right pulled your attention away from the living room. Entering the kitchen you snorted at the sight, Yelena's hair was up in a messy bun, the apron she wore was covered in various powders, she was glaring at the smashed eggs in her hand, and in an instant you were moving to help., "No, Y/N, I got this.," she brushed you off, trying once more to use her good arm to crack the egg into the bowl for the holiday cookies. After another failed attempt you physically bumped her hip, then before she could protest you cracked two eggs simultaneously with your good hand, and her mouth fell open., "How?"

"Years of practice, I've been fixing breakfast with a child on my hip for nearly three years.," you snorted as the blonde just stared at you., "I'll teach you all my tricks one day Lena.," the blonde crashed into you, an overwhelming need to hug you, because after all that had happened you're the only one who's treated her without any malice present., "Thank you for doing this by the way, really lifted my spirits."

"I'm sorry.," she squeaked, causing you to twist about then lift her face to look into her eyes., "This wasn't your fault, it was a battle of my own, and Wanda's. You did your very best, and you deserve to feel the joy of Christmas too.," you booped the younger girls nose in a moment of weakness, her pout was truly adorable, and you've become soft since motherhood., "Go make nice with Natty, and send me Wands."

Wanda entered the kitchen with a knowing smirk, with the snap of her fingers she had an apron on, and Yelena's mess was wiped away., "My forever partner in crime.," you teased the platonic love of your life, and she winked your way before pushing you aside to work at the dough, and you settled on the counter to watch.

You used the leverage to peer into the living area, watching as Natasha allowed Yelena the honors of putting the star on the tree, to which she shared the responsibility with your son. Lifting him up onto her good shoulder, and cheering encouragingly as he finally got it., "Good job Jacky boy.," your wife beamed, and your heart soared when he shot into your wife's open arms without a moment's hesitation like he had done in the past., "Mama! I did it!”

Wanda looked to you with a proud smile, then sent you a knowing look, telling you to go join them, and that she'd handle the cookies, and the fixing of dinner. You settled a kiss to her cheek, then giddily joined your family in the living room, the warm welcome was great, but when Eliana reached for you over Natasha you actually burst into the happiest of tears, then with Natasha’s help you held the sweet little one on your lap on the couch as she babbled.

After your wife and you snuggled on the couch with the littles for awhile she noticed the time., “I’m gonna go get them ready for bed lyubov’, you rest, then we’ll set the holiday mood with a film before their bedtime.,” you were slightly shocked to see the initiative she was taking to keep up their routine, usually she just followed you around, doing as you said, but this newly found confidence was really hot to you, and your wife picked up on your sinful thoughts just by the way you gawked at her in lieu of answering., “We’ll be back shortly.,” she pecked your lips, then scooped both kids up, and left with a knowing smirk upon her face.

Rudolph was put on the TV as soon as Nat returned with squeaky clean babies in their matching reindeer pajamas that you and Nat also planned to wear to bed tonight. Wanda joined the lot of you with floating bowls full of paprikash, beverages for all and a plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies that you sneakily ate one of before even touching your dinner.

Eliana fell asleep within five minutes of having her warm bottle, and you relished in the sweet, warm feeling that enveloped your whole body as she snuggled even further into your hold. Then you looked over to see your son babbling to your wife, who enthusiastically responded to him, even when he’d said nothing of substance. Even—especially-with the kids swapped out, this was still your favorite form of bonding time, nothing strenuous about it, just loads of giggles and cuddles to warm everyone’s hearts.

—

After you settled the kids in bed, the two of you returned to the living room to ensure it was ready for the “Christmas” morning. Wanda and Natasha set out the cookies and milk, then took over gift wrapping for you and Yelena who were sat on the carpet in focused collaboration. Doing your best as you used your good arms to get the presents settled, but it was nothing if not the ugliest wrapping you’d all ever seen.

Yelena and Wanda eventually said their goodnights as they left to head to your guest bedrooms that were really just their rooms at this point, and just as soon as the space was in perfect order Natasha reached for your hand., "Dance with me?," the way she bit her lip in a fit of nerves filled your heart with nostalgia, the happenings of your first date were much the same; you took her hand, allowing her to gently pull you into her body, and for her to instruct the AI in your space to shuffle Christmas hits.

"I'll be home for Christmas.," Natasha's arms tightened around you., "You can plan on me."

"Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents by the tree.," Natasha cautiously spun you around, light as a feather to not harm your good arm, and you giggled when you landed beneath the mistletoe.,  "Christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams.,” her lips pressed all over your face before pressing to yours for only but a second, because she was more interested in staring at your face to really solidify to her mind that you were truly here.

“I'll be home for Christmas.," her eyes were shining as they looked into yours, the pain in her heart was melting away right before you., "If only in my dreams.," Natasha's lips crashed to yours, the kiss held passion, but their was no true heat to the lip locking you'd engaged in.

"I'm grateful that my dreams actually came true.," she whispered against your lips, and though you could feel that she was smiling widely, her voice still cracked as she spoke., "YA lyublyu tebya, printsessa.," her lips moved against yours again, her tongue slipping passed your parted lips, as her tears transferred onto your cheeks, but neither of you cared as the salty taste of the careening droplets fell into your open mouths. The overwhelming need to feel one another, to become reacquainted with the other's taste was far too strong to worry about such things., "I love you so much Natty."

"Merry Christmas.," Natasha beams as the clock strikes twelve, you giggle then lean in to kiss her once more., "and a Happy New Year."

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The soy army

[the-firebird69]

The lead singer of Pink Floyd was a Mac proper who handed it off to Garth after handing it off to one of the klansman. He's very evil and he's very stupid he's going to die and he's been digging around with her son for quite some time saying he's Paul daughters saying he's Paul dodos and he lied he was at meineke and he screwed the car up his Kia to hold him here to try and attack people and he is one of the Mac proper it was in Concord Massachusetts and witnessed The headless horseman and would not give our son a break and is jamming them together Non-Stop and trying to make our son pay trying to take Trump stuff he's not doing anything no he's taking a lot of stuff from Trump and he's saying he knows what he is and it'll turn States evidence and there's no proof at all he comes out as a human when tested no matter what anyone does and it's only a few witnesses and it will begin in the movie sleepy hollow was Johnny Depp will start and depl has been affected by this a lot and our son too. Now this guy took a lot of flack from the empire but he was not obeying and didn't do what they wanted and kept on picking it up and he's not a giant or anything he's disobedient and massively okay you said you like one of these idiots so go live with them and he got screwed big time messing with her son and he's horrible you guys a nightmare and there's a bunch of them and it's David gilmour The first One and he's steaming around all the time here and he is getting sick and he needs to leave permanently now this is the beginning of the reveal of these idiots from Concord and they disobeyed the Mac proper their group and they deserve to get beat on and so needs to stop them and they're threatening the Empire all the time and it's useless crap it's just so they can continue living and they're huge rats flaming it on everybody else this is proof the dark side of the Moon implies that they're behind playing it's doing stuff and yeah it says it that he's a Mac proper and he's high as a kite and they check and he is and he's a huge rat and did it on purpose they didn't have him do it he did it because he's a traitor switched it off to others and tried blaming them and there's a few Macs were hanging on to it

Thor Freya

This is where most of the horrendous s*** is coming from and these people are insane and they should have been weeded out he's sick he's gross he's dumb he's not us anymore and hardly ever was mac daddy wants to get back into his position is doing the job and he says they're so dumb I can't help but do it but others start to join in with these idiots and it's fun and it's freedom but really it's disgusting and you only have doing a few different things going around killing them all having them do stuff that gets rid of them or join me in like David Gilmore and turned into a puke and a loser and some sort of scumbag and that's all he is he's disgusting he's a moron and I told him right to his face you're influencing him more than anyone else and they're going to kick our ass and you're stupid she started bothering our friend here again and I told him not to other Mac proper too and people are coming down on him and he's not going to last. He is from Concord man seen something but who cares it got changed a long long time ago this a****** clings to it like these idiots say it's his bread and butter and all such a weird s*** I said you're you're Bill King and milking the wrong thing and it's not going our way at all possibly because of you and we've got a ton of attention and your stupid song is ruinous s*** and these people you're a piece of s*** and of course these people are picking up and see it but they wouldn't be doing they wouldn't be singing it if it weren't for you I'm putting an order on you with a bunch of other Max and we're going to send it out and eradicate your stupid clan you're a piece of s*** and I'm sure other clans are influencing it and they went there and Concord so why didn't you're not special cuz you saw something you freaking weirdo we see stuff everyday that's weird who cares means it's common no but it's it's so what you witness something that's what you are witness doesn't make you powerful smart fast Rich intelligent deadly and none of that stuff

Anthony Hopkins you motivated but you didn't do anything with it except screw as everybody else up and you're a piece of s*** you don't understand it but Jesus Christ everyone else on Earth does little kids in Calcutta understand that you moron

So I f***** up so what and I keep doing it I guess that's probably the problem and I should have stopped and I didn't as I felt like I was screwed now I'm going to turn to high gear and stuff and he says I'm not worried about you you're going to be gone that sucks and he says I hope you're a relative ding-a-ling I got to tell you something I'm really not really keen on what's going on

Dan Gilmore

Have to tell you something else I've had enough of this guy running around behind me saying that I'm him and s*** I don't look like him I don't sound like him and I don't change it to him and so sick of this f****** dumb weird a****** this stupid goose Mac proper got hit in the head you should do away with him and they say they can't to clan us threatening people

They actually plays Happy Gilmore has Bobby Boucher

I can't believe it Bobby you finally found him good job

Female hole Gator eating co-star

That's their superpower make it so people can't remember names and stuff that's a Wonder

Anthony Hopkins

Maybe they took over my body and did the songs

Maybe you're doing the songs in the Mac proper skin you cuz you're such an a****** and tested

Maybe you're all dead cuz you're a big mouth is trying to go after me and let him sit there and wallow swallow all their s*** and learn how to be them it's disgusting

So slipped in your fell but you fell in us so screw you

Macs

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