#little widow

[canisalbus]

✦ I've been saving all my summers for you ✦

[uncharted-constellations]

I... Cannot stop

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[naturesapphic]

I need her to bend me over her lap

[florateaa]

Some buckynat, anyone? 👁️👁️

[microwavebeeep]

of all deancas episodes which one is your personal roman empire? the one that you keep thinking about for some reason?

(the despair goes without saying)

[natashaslesbian]

Stuffies

Natasha discovers the unconditional love you have for stuffed animals

Word Count: 578

Warnings/Content: None :)

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You were 8 years old when Natasha gifted you your first ever stuffed animal, you were confused when the redhead had placed the fluffy bunny into your arms, unsure of what you were supposed to do with it. It hadn’t been long that you’d been staying with Natasha, a few months to be exact. The spy had instantly taken you under her wing after she and her sister finally took down the red room, you were the youngest widow in training and Natasha wasn’t going to let you be thrown out onto the street. You felt an instant warmth from the furry layer of your new friend, finally moving from your stunned position to hug the bear close to your chest. Natasha’s face lit up at your appreciation, she had always wanted a teddy bear but in the red room they were strictly forbidden.

What the redhead failed to realise, was that she had unlocked a new obsession for you. You went everywhere with sir hops, you never let him out of your sight. Your bunny was your new best friend, much to Natasha’s disappointment, you told him all of your secrets and snuck him sweets whenever you could. The older widow couldn’t help but notice how much you had grown since she’d given you the stuffed animal, you where speaking much more freely and seemed to be more comfortable around the other avengers. You cried when your bunny got his first rip but Natasha was there by your side while Wanda stitched him back together again. Sir hops was your prized possession, until the redhead took you to the local carnival.

It seemed just like a fun game at first but as soon as you set eyes on the green dotted frog hanging from the rails, winning the hook and duck was the most important task in the world. Natasha and Yelena spent almost all of their money in order to win the stuffed animal but it was entirely worth it when you finally had the teddy in your arms. Froggy seemed to be your new best friend, Natasha thought you had completely forgotten about sir hops as she ended up holding him for the rest of the night. You had planned to stay at Yelena’s house tonight as both you and Natasha needed a break from the tower, usually you would take your bunny along with you on your nighttime routine but today it was Froggy by your side.

Natasha was tucking you in when you suddenly shot up in bed realising you didn’t have sir hops. Tears filled your eyes as you demanded Natasha go and search the house, alongside Yelena. The three of you spent hours looking for your bunny until you finally remembered the last time you had seen him, in the car. Natasha retrieved your beloved stuffed animal and placed him safely in your arms next to Froggy. You soon dozed off with both of your best friends by your side, even when she tried to move sir hops away your face you pulled him back even tighter. There was no separating you from them.

The widow checked up on you before she went to bed herself, she found you still curled up with your frog and your bunny. Natasha smiled at the sight before her, she could tell you had found your new favourite thing in the world and she couldn’t wait to get you every stuffed animal in the world.

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A/N: Just something short and cute<3

- Astara Bell

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[galactaknightyaoi]

☀️ IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!! 🌙

This is my gift to myself :) I drew my favorite guys ever.

For a while I've been itching to draw the wedding outfits from this post again. I made them up on the fly as I was drawing, but I actually really like how they ended up turning out. They're super cute!! (though, yet again, you can't see almost any part of Dedede's outfit... 💔)

But then I couldn't get it out of my head to make a companion piece for it, with their mirror versions. And so. I did. What they have going on is a little bit messy, though...

Marriage or divorce!! Take your pick.

[mamaspidershit]

Natasha: Sorry, I'm late to the party. I've been doing things. Maria, entering in an unbuttoned shirt: I got caught up doing things too. Peter: Wow, Natasha was late too! What a coincidence!

[waltermis]

"Who's afraid of little old me?" Well you should be

[canisalbus]

i've returned for 2 seconds to tell you that they're not leaving my head. (sort of unrelated but i've been thinking as well. what if vasco died before machete ? what would go down)

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[fandomnerd9602]

Adopting

A Little Doe SideStory

Natasha loved being an aunt to yours Wanda’s three kids. She loved being Pietro’s mate, his sense of humor only masked how much he truly cared for any and everyone, especially her.

She also loved the little wolfling America Chavez. The little hybrid was less than five now. Natasha taught her everything a wolf hybrid should know. Sure America loved hanging out with Billy and Tommy but she also loved being able to hang out with Natasha and Pietro in their den. In fact, the little wolf often slept in Natasha’s den. It was comfy, a little earthy and it felt like home.

One night, America heard a couple dogs off in the distance. She couldn’t help herself really. She howled trying to communicate with the dogs.

Natasha gently chided her, “inside howls, America”

“Sorry momma” the pup immediately frozen. Natasha heard it. Pietro heard it too, he actually turned away from the paperwork he was doing just to be sure he heard her correctly.

America, ever the shy little pup, began to shrink away, “I-I mean Natasha. I..umm…”

Natasha’s eyes welled up with tears. She got down on her knees and embraced little Chavez. “It’s okay, pup.” She smiled, “you can call me momma if you want”

America’s wolf like eyes lit up and she hugged Natasha as tight as she could.

Normally Natasha was the stone cold wolf with a little smirking side. But now her mind was racing.

Normally, you or Wanda would be the ones coming to her for advice. Now for once, Natasha was the one facing a dilemma. She ran off to the only two people who she knew could help her.

The next day she sought out you and Wanda. The twin bucks were out playing with America in the newly assembled jungle gym. Wanda was in your office, feeding little Natalie.

Natasha ran in as quickly and as quietly as a wolf hybrid could.

“I need your help,” she looked at you nervously.

“What’s up, wolf buddy?” You asked with a little smile.

“I want to adopt America,” she stated firmly. “She’s a pup in need of a mother and I-I always wanted one of my own.”

Wanda rose up from the couch, smiling, “oh Natasha! That’s wonderful!”

Natasha felt a lift off her shoulders as her best friend embraced her.

“You’re already a wonderful mother figure to the boys and little Natalie. America would be lucky to have you as her momma.”

“Thank you,” Natasha hugged her friend tightly.

“Does Pietro know of your intention?” You asked with a little chuckle.

“Well I was going to talk with him about-“

Instantly Pietro came thru the door with a stack of applications in hand.

“Sestra,” he said frantically, “I need your help finding the adoption papers for…hey Nattie…I guess we had the same idea”

Natasha giggles as she walks over and kisses her own mate softly.

Later that night, Natasha and Pietro treated America to her favorite home cooked dinner: pizza balls.

The little wolf giggles as Pietro tries juggling frozen ones and failing.

“You’re funny Poppa,” she says with a laugh. Pietro’s heart just about melted.

“America” Natasha said softly, “we have something we want to discuss with you, honey”

“What is it, Momma?” The mere question made tears start to develop in Natasha’s eyes.

“We want to adopt you, baby,” Natasha said thru her tears.

“What’s adopt?” The little pup asked.

“You would become part of our pack. Our family” Pietro explained.

America looked at the two hybrids before her, their looks were only of love and adoration for her. This was all she ever wanted in her whole life.

“I thought I already was,” the little wolf pup said with a shrug.

Natasha and Pietro giggled before picking America up and holding her in their arms.

You and your doe-human mate, Wanda were there at the courthouse the day Natasha and Pietro made it official. The judge was quick to grant custody of America to the buck and wolf couple. Billy and Tommy were so happy they could call their best friend -cousin.

Natasha, Pietro and little America. The three of them were officially a family. Of course, they were already a family thru and thru. A pack that found each other, and that’s the strongest kind there is.

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[bonm4ti]

( - by request )

- your camera roll if you were dating Yelena Belova ༉‧₊˚.

[naturesapphic]

Reader seeing pictures of nat being close to wanda and kind of gets jealous but mostly insecure, so insecure that they go into subspace and start mumbling things (amongst the lines of "im mommy good girl" "mommy loves me" "her good girl" or sum like that) and nat comes home and comforts them and calms them down?

also sorry for my english its not my first language:)

Insecurities

Mommy!natasha romanoff x little!fem!reader

Warnings: little bit of Wanda and Natasha, hurt/comfort, age regression

Natahsa hasn’t been with you very much recently and it’s fine. I mean…you think it is. You have no reason to worry or to be insecure, but you still feel sad that your girlfriend is always so busy and when she’s not busy she always hangs out with Wanda, her best friend and your other friend. They wouldn’t betray you like that…

You were on the couch scrolling through Instagram when you saw that Natasha and Wanda posted some pictures on instagram of them together. Natasha had her arms wrapped around Wanda’s waist and on Wanda’s page, Wanda kissed nat on the cheek. Tears pricked your eyes and you immediately turned your phone off, throwing it on the other side of the couch. You whimpered and got up off the couch and started pacing back and forth while wringing your hands together.

Tears blurred your vision and you started sobbing which led you to be laid out on the floor. You weren’t thinking clearly and you started to feel yourself go into your headspace. You didn’t want to be a little right now, you had too intense emotions that your little self couldn’t comprehend right. You wiped your eyes and started to stand up but your whole body was shaking because you are so upset in this moment. You whimpered and started crawling to your chest that has your favorite little things that help you regress more and to make you feel calm.

You grabbed your favorite blankie and stuffed animal and crawled to the couch to sit. As you were calming down, the photos flashed in your mind and more tears pricked your eyes and you found yourself crying again. You started rocking yourself back and forth slowly and mumbling things to yourself.

Natasha walked up to y’all’s shared house and opened the door, using her house key. “Babygirl? Im home! Are you okay? Is your phone dead because-.” Natasha said as she walked in the house but stopped dead in her tracks to find you on the couch rocking back and forth and saying something under your breath that she couldn’t quite understand. She walked over to you and got down on her knees so she can look at you and talk to you face to face. She finally started to hear what you were saying and it broke her heart. “M’mommy good girls…” “Mommy onlys wuv mes…” “hers good girls..”

Natasha didn’t understand why you were saying this but you seemed really upset and she hates when her babygirl is upset. “Hey hey angel…it’s okay mommy’s here now..” she spoke gently so she doesn’t startle you and make you more upset. You raised your head to look at her and your bottom lip started to quiver. “Mommy Nu wuv me Nu mores..” you stated and started crying again. “No no babygirl! Where did you get a silly idea like that? Mommy loves you so much princess…” Natasha explained as she scooped you up in her strong arms and placed you on her lap on the floor she was sitting at. “Nu chu donts! Chu wuv auntie Wanda now! Chu don needs mes Nu mores..” you stated and sniffled.

Natasha then realized what you were upset about. She should have known that those pictures would put thoughts in your head. You were working on your insecurities and jealousy problems but nat was there every step of the way and understood you. She thought it was cute how jealous you could get but it does make her sad that you feel that you aren’t good enough for her because for nat, it’s the other way around. She still can’t believe that you chose her to be your girlfriend and caregiver, but she thinks the stars that she gets to be.

“Babygirl…I’m sorry that those photos upsetted you so much. But know that me and Wanda are just friends and that’s it. That’s all we are. She can’t replace you. No one can. You are my y/n/n and you are one of a kind. You are mine and I am yours. Nothing will change that my princess..” she explained to you and you looked up at her innocently “chu mines an I yours? Forever mommy?” You asked genuinely and Natasha felt herself tear up at how broken and sad you sounded. “Forever and always my little dove. It’s you and me against the world.” Natasha confessed and you felt yourself lean into her touch and cuddle yourself into her.

“We will talk more about this later. You don’t need to worry about such big emotions and problems okay baby? But just know that mommy loves you and only you.” Natasha said as she knows that even when you are in your headspace, you tend to worry about everything just like you do sometimes when you are out of it. Natasha and Wanda are just close friends, they feel like sisters to each other and plus they would never ever betray you like that. Ever. Natasha is so in love with you and only you. The reason why she keeps hanging out with Wanda so much recently is because she is planning on proposing to you soon and Wanda is basically a chef and great decorator and she knows the both of you very well to make the best proposal and wedding ever.

Natasha picks your sleepy self into her arms and Carries you to y’all’s shared room and tucks you in the bed. She puts on her black tank top and sweatpants to sleep in and lays besides you in bed and brings you close to her body so she can hold you. She loves you and only you, nothing will ever change that.

A/n: I hope that this was okay! Im sorry this was so late but I hope that y’all enjoy! Remember that winter/Christmas requests are still open! And remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

[delicatebarness]

winters widow | chapter vii

Summary: The journey back to Winter's Reach causes a distance to grow between Lord James and Little Lady.

Warning: Arranged Marriage.

Word Count: 1766

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A/N: Ah, the first mention of the dragons and their riders. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

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Lord James prepared to depart Brooklyn, and you began the long journey back to Winter’s Reach. The memories of the celebrations were still fresh, but there was excitement and anticipation about returning to your new home– and your upcoming wedding. However, as you looked at Lord James, you could see he was distant once again. 

As the gates of Brooklyn faded into the distance, you settled into the comfort of the carriage with Lord James. The plush seats and gentle sway of the carriage provided a gentle respite for the long journey ahead. You were brimming with enthusiasm about your upcoming wedding and could not contain your excitement. 

Sitting across from Lord James, you assumed he was simply tired from the festivities as his complexion paled and dark circle appeared under his eyes. He did not mention any discomfort. 

“I cannot believe our wedding will only be in a short few months!” you exclaimed, unable to hide the excitement. “I was wondering about the flowers for the ceremony. Do you prefer roses or lilies?” 

Lord James glanced at you, his expression uninterested. “Whatever you decide will be appropriate,” he replied, his voice neutral. 

A pang of disappointment pricked at your excitement, yet you took Lord James’ response in stride. Undeterred, you pressed on, eager to share your thoughts, and hoped to engage him further. 

“I was thinking we could have both roses and lilies,” you continued. “Roses for love and passion, and lilies for purity and devotion. Don’t you think that would be a beautiful combination, my lord?” 

He nodded slightly, gaze drifting out of the carriage window. “A combination would be suitable.” 

You leaned forward, his slight acknowledgment encouraging you. Your words began tumbling out in an eager rush. “And of course, the decorations! Our families’ banners and crests, intertwine and symbolize the unity of our houses. It will be such a magnificent sight, do you agree?” 

Shifting slightly in his seat, he remained guarded. “Unity is important,” he replied, curtly. 

For a moment, you faltered, sending his reluctance to engage in the conversation. Yet, your excitement for the wedding persisted, and you couldn’t help but share your dreams for the ceremony. 

“I’ve been thinking about the music as well,” you said. “Perhaps a melodic composition that reflects the union of our houses? Something that resonates with both our families’ histories.” 

Lord James nodded again, his gaze still distant. “That sounds appropriate.” 

Despite Lord James’ guarded responses, you continued to share your vision for the wedding ceremony. As the journey back to Winter’s Reach continued, you described every detail of the festivities you had been envisioning still a young girl.

His patience wore thin, his stoic facade cracking ever so slightly. “Perhaps we could discuss this at another time,” he interjected as you began discussing your vows, his tone edging with frustration. 

You paused, noticing the tension in his voice and the weariness in his eyes. A pang of guilt crept into your heart as you realized you had been overwhelming him with your excitement. But, before you could apologize, Lord James continued, his voice now laced with irritation and fatigue.

“Please, forgive me,” he said, his words measured. “I appreciate your enthusiasm for the wedding preparations, but I find myself preoccupied with other matters at the moment.” 

A wave of embarrassment coursed through you, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks. You had been so caught up in your own dreams and plans that you hadn’t considered Lord James’ perspective or his feelings about the arranged marriage. 

“I… I am sorry, my lord,” you stammered, chastened. “I didn’t mean to impose my thoughts on you.” 

His expression softened marginally as he sighed. “It’s understandable. This marriage, while necessary for our houses, weighs heavily on me. I hope you can understand.” 

You nodded, the reality of your situation settled heavily as a mix of empathy and sympathy for Lord James crashed over you. The weight of duty and expectation was now palpable in the carriage. 

“I do understand,” you replied quietly. “I will set the wedding planning aside.” 

A flicker of gratitude in his eyes as Lord James nodded in acknowledgment. 

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A subdued atmosphere clouded the journey back to Winter’s Reach. You found yourself spending most of the journey in the quiet contemplation within the confines of the carriage, since the conversation about your wedding. Lord James had opted to return to horseback, seeking solace in the rhythm of Alpine’s hooves against the road. 

Winter’s Reach gradually emerged on the horizon, the familiar turrets and battlements signaling the end of the journey. While you were relieved to return, the arrival was bittersweet with the weight of unspoken tension between you and Lord James hanging in the air. 

Stepping out of the carriage, you were greeted by familiar faces of servants hurrying to unlock luggage, and stewards stepping forward to welcome Lord James back to his seat of power.

“Welcome home, my lord,” a steward greeted, bowing respectfully.

“Thank you,” Lord James replied with a nod, his expression unreadable.

You lingered by the carriage, glancing occasionally every so often at Lord James as he conversed with the steward. Hesitating to approach, now unsure of how to bridge the distance that had grown between you. 

As the flurry of activity began to settle, Lord James turned his attention toward you. His expression softened slightly, but the weight of responsibility still clouded his features. 

“You must be tired from the journey,” he said, gesturing toward the entrance of the Reach. “Please, come inside and rest.” 

Grateful for the gesture, you nodded and followed him into the Reach. The halls had not changed in the last two months you were away. Still, the walls were cold and unwelcoming. 

The servants guided you to your quarters, where you were left to settle in. The room was spacious and furnished beautifully, but yet it still felt foreign– a stark contrast to the warmth and familiarity of your childhood home. Sitting by the window, you gazed out at the sprawling landscape of Winter’s Reach, lost in thought.

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Hours turned into days, and you found yourself avoiding Lord James whenever possible. Focusing on familiarizing yourself with the Reach and its surroundings, you continued to connect with the staff and relearn the rhythms of your new home. 

Lord James, meanwhile, seemed preoccupied with his duties. The few interactions you had were polite but distant, the tension that arose throughout the journey a constant presence. 

One afternoon, you wandered down to the sables. The smell of hay and soft sounds of the horses was comforting, and a reminder of simpler times. Taking it upon yourself, you decided to help the sable hands with their tasks, eager to immerse yourself in something tangible, 

As you brushed down one of the horses, a sense of peace washed over you. The rhythmic motion of the brush and gentle nickers of the horses provided a welcomed distraction from your thoughts. However, your tranquility was abruptly interrupted by the familiar voices and footsteps approaching. 

Your heart skipped a beat, recognizing Lord James’ voice. Instinctively, you ducked behind a stack of hay bales. You crouched there, not wanting to face him just yet as he entered the stable with one of his trusted advisors. 

“And, what of House Stark?” Lord James said, his voice heavy with concern.

“They have been amassing troops near the northern borders,” the advisor replied. “Their intentions are unclear, but it is crucial for us to remain vigilant.” 

“I know,” Lord James sighed. “But this is an added burden. We must ensure our defenses are strong and our alliances secure.” 

The advisor hesitated before speaking again, sighing. “My lord, perhaps it would be wise to consider bringing the dragon for extra support. The mere presence of such a creature could deter any aggressive moves by the Starks.” 

“No,” he said firmly. “I will not have her out there fighting if it comes to that.” 

“I understand, my lord,” the advisor bowed his head in understanding. “We will find other ways to bolster our defenses.” 

“Prepare our men and increase the patrols,” Lord James instructed. “We must be ready for whatever Lord Anthony might attempt.” 

“Of course, my lord,” the advisor said. “I will see to it immediately.” The advisor bowed once more before turning on his heel and leaving the stables. His footsteps echoed, fading as he moved out of earshot. 

Lord James remained still for a moment, his gaze fixed on the entryway. Then, he sighed deeply before taking a step forward. He paused as he reached the entryway, his voice lowering as if he were speaking to himself. 

“I know you’re hiding,” he said softly, his gaze moving to the stable grounds. “You’ve been avoiding me since we returned.” 

Your breath caught in your throat. Remaining perfectly still, you hoped he wouldn’t find you/ Yet, the gentleness in his voice, broke the usual tension that had marked your recent interactions. 

“I never wanted this distance between us,” he continued, his tone filled with regret. “There are so many burdens to bear, but I don’t want you to think you’re one of them.” 

A lump began to form in your throat as you listened, there was a sincerity in his voice that pierced through your apprehension. You emerged slowly from behind the hay bales, brushing the stray pieces from your dress. Lord James turned to face you, his gaze softened as it met yours. 

“Forgive me, my lord, I did not mean to eavesdrop,” you said quietly, stepping closer. “I just… I did not want to add to the pressure.” 

Lord James closed the distance between you, worry and tenderness filling his gaze. “You could never add to the pressure,” he replied gently, his fingers reaching out to brush a stray strand from your braid behind your ear. “It is the thought of you being unhappy that burdens me.” 

For a moment, a silence fell between you. The stable became charged with a tension that neither of you knew how to break.

“Do you wish to wed me solely due to our families' arrangement, or—?" your voice wavered uncertainly.

Without a word, Lord James silenced your question, leaning in he captured your lips in a tender yet fervent kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours contrasted sharply with the cold air of Winter's Reach. It spoke volumes that words could never convey.

When he finally pulled back, the blue in his eyes bored into yours with a newfound intensity. "Does that answer your question, my lady?" he softly whispered, leaving you breathless and flushed.

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[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Cg!Natasha Romanoff Moodboard

It’s her birthday and I miss my mama <3

(HCs below the cut)

- would let you watch her practice ballet and if you wanted she’d teach you. She’d be very gentle about it and wouldn’t mind if you made mistakes because she just wants you to have fun

- she’s always braid your hair if you have long hair! She’d know the most pretty and intricate braids

- definitely spoils you rotten. She wants you to be able to have all of the things she never got growing up.

- she’d write you little letters and notes for when she’s away on a mission so that you don’t miss her too much

- lots and lots of cuddles when she gets back though!! She loves cuddling her baby and would wanna be near you all the time!! She’s such a clingy mama

- she makes lots of very silly jokes which aren’t that funny but always make you laugh because she tries so hard