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festivalsofmargot · 2 years ago

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hello:))) can i request garreth x reader and what he would do for their one year anniversary? like he wants it to be very special and sweet and romantic because she’s the love of his life :) thank you!!!!

Freckled Serotonin

{Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader}

Got this pic of Garreth from Rimaeternax on twitter!!!

Word Count: ~ 2,900

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, anon! Didn’t realize how much I enjoy writing lovey dovey dates haha. I had way too much fun with this one 🥰 A good lack of angst here, you and Garreth have a very healthy relationship and you’re going to like it dammit lmfao. Take some time for yourselves and turn off your brain. Hope you enjoy guys, have a good day 🤗

Songs (if interested):

My Love - maye

watch you sleep - girl in red

we fell in love in october - girl in red

STARSTUD - Matt Watson

Garreth twirled his wand between his fingers as he made his way to the dining hall for breakfast. He was deep in thought of what to do for your one year anniversary the next day. The main plan the two of you had was to go to Hogsmeade for some butterbeers, but he wanted to do a bit more than that. He was worried you’d get bored of him by the end of the night if that’s all you did. He had tried to ask what more you wanted to do, but you were insistent the butterbeers and being with him were enough for you. Ever since, he’d been racking his brain for ideas on what he could surprise you with.

He spotted you in the dining hall standing near the Hufflepuff table, speaking with Poppy, Everett and Natty. He was starving but he couldn’t not see you first. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and setting his chin upon your shoulder. “Morning.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him and brought your hand up to caress his cheek. “Ah, there’s my boy.”

Merlin, he loved it whenever you said ‘my’ while referring to him. “What potions do you need today?”

Your hand slid to the back of his head as you thought, gently ruffling his hair, making his insides go wild. “Hmm, do you think you could make me...” You made a clicking sound with your tongue as you counted off in your head, “...three thunderbrew potions?”

“Three?” He kissed your cheek and pulled away. “I sure do spoil you.” He turned to your group. “Does anyone else want a kiss and a cuddle this morning?”

You, Poppy and Natty cackled. He always felt a sense of triumph getting a laugh from you.

“I’m tempted to say ‘yes’, you asked so nicely.” Everett jested.

“Oh Everett, how long are you going to act like you don’t want me?” Garreth plopped down on the bench next to him and threw an arm over his shoulder.

Everett shook his head, but looked amused all the same. “I don’t know how you put up with him.” He said, staring up at you.

“I do what I must for free potions.” You smirked.

“Don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such cruel treatment from everyone this morning.” Garreth gave you a wink as he got up, then headed to the Gryffindor table, pinching your side as he passed.

Garreth was working on your thunderbrew potions during his free period in Professor Sharp’s empty classroom. You leaned against the doorway as you watched him measure out the ingredients and scribble off items written on his parchment. His robes were off and he had his sleeves rolled up, giving you a tantalizing view of his forearm muscles.

You loved his goofy, outgoing personality, but Merlin he looked so alluring when he was absorbed in his brewing. Garreth really was talented when it came to potions, but he had the most fun experimenting and trying new things.

You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist like he did to you that morning, except your grip was a good bit tighter.

“Can I help you?” He asked without taking his eyes off of his station.

“What are you up to?” You were being cheeky, peeking at the cauldron before him.

“Trying to make your potions.” He knew he made you go mad when he was engrossed in his work, he could keep up the act if it kept your hands on him. It always turned into this game of you trying to distract him and him trying to stay focused. He adored it. “I need to get more shrivelfigs. Do you mind?” He gestured to your arms around him.

“Not at all.” You tried to bite back the smile as you tightened your hold on him.

“You’re impossible.” Garreth sighed as he made his way to the ingredient shelves, you kept your hold and matched your footsteps to his. “Do you want your thunderbrew potions or not?” He tried to chide you but his chuckles came through. He’d always give off that he was annoyed when you had these bouts of clinginess to him. But, truth be told, they made him feel wonderful.

There were times when it would be tough to see you with how busy you were, it was why he was so dedicated to brewing any potion you needed. He knew you could just as easily make your own, but if he made them it could keep you connected. There was always a lingering worry that a distance would grow between the two of you and you’d come to realize you didn’t need him for anything. Every bit of reassurance he got was intoxicating.

Garreth grabbed a few shrivelfigs out of the jar, then went back to his station with you still on him. “You keep this up, you’ll be brewing your own potions.” Please don’t call my bluff. Please don’t call my bluff.

You bit at his shoulder and his knees went weak. “But, I have so much fun watching you do it.”

“Well then let me work!” He laughed.

You pressed your lips to the spot you bit. “You can work like this, can’t you?”

“Don’t you have a Crossed Wands match to get to?” He asked as he picked up his ladle and stirred the pot.

You groaned and rested your forehead on his back. “Nothing gets passed you, I see. I thought you were supposed to be the troublemaker.”

Garreth set the ladle to the side and turned in your arms. He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. His stomach did a flip when he could feel you smile into the kiss. He stood strong, but he was one step away from being putty in your hands.

He pulled back, still cupping your cheeks and looking over your flushed features. He hid his giddiness with feigned vexation. "Happy?”

You smiled at him, staring at his lips. Heat swirled in him witnessing how blatant you made it that you wanted him. Tempted, he returned to your lips for more, kissing you deeper this time. The feel of your tongue gracing his bottom lip caused something to snap in him. One hand moved from your cheek down to your hip and he fisted the fabric of your uniform. His other hand slid to the back of your head, the hunger for you growing. He tilted your head so he could begin feasting on your neck.

You bit your lip to hold back the moan he was teasing out of you. Then a sizzling sound caught your attention and your eyes fluttered open. You thought the bubbles from the pot looked a little too big. “Garreth?” You said his name breathily, but he kept at your neck. “Garreth. The pot.” You said a little more stern, yet still unstable at his touches.

“Hmm?” He pulled away just enough to look back. “Oh dammit.” He released you and went to begin stirring with the ladle again. He threw in another drop of leech juice and that seemed to bring everything back to normal.

“How are you so good at brewing?” You moved to his side and stroked a finger slowly down his arm, causing a tingling sensation to course through it.

“On no you don’t.” Garreth got behind you and gripped your shoulders, pushing you out of the classroom. “You’re nothing but trouble, go on to your Crossed Wands match so I can finish up here.”

You gave a dramatic sigh. “Fine. But don’t think you can get rid of me this easily tomorrow.”

He wouldn’t say getting rid of you in that moment was ‘easy’. Once he got you out the door, you followed his wishes and went on your way. You glanced back at him over your shoulder and waved him goodbye with your fingers. He leaned against the doorway and watched as you left.

Love of my life. His heart squeezed at the sudden words that formed in his head and he rubbed at his chest. Before he could really think on those words, the sizzling sound started up again. “Shit.”

Garreth looked over himself in the mirror as he finished buttoning up his vest. Was this enough for your anniversary date to The Three Broomsticks? Or worse... was it too much? He thought it over and decided to tone it down and roll up his sleeves how you liked. You were always out for some assignment until the last minute, most likely you’d be disheveled in the standard uniform when he met with you. He clenched his jaw at the thought, he really liked it when you were disorderly like that.

He waited at The Three Broomsticks and spoke with some other students who were hanging out there. He didn’t know them, but he was the kind of person who could walk into a room and make friends with anybody. Where did his confidence go when it came to you? How did you manage to put such worrying thoughts of not being enough for you in him? You never made him feel anything of the sort, but you were the most capable person he’d ever met. He couldn’t believe he piqued your interest, especially when he had such a disastrous first impression that included a potion exploding in his face and getting you in trouble with him for it.

He felt someone touch his elbow and he turned, meeting your eyes. Just as he predicted, you were in your uniform, tie loosened, top buttons undone, shirt untucked on one side. He made himself stand up a bit straighter, trying to hide the fact that his nerves were in a frenzy at your state.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to clean myself up. Are you mad?”

“Livid.” He grabbed your hand, nodded his head goodbye to his new friends, and pulled you towards a table in the back of the tavern. Before the two of you sat, he wrapped an arm around you. He pulled you close and said in a low tone near your ear, “You should know by now I prefer you like this.”

It was a good thing Garreth had such a strong hold on you, because your body went weak, swooning at his words. You felt him step away all too soon and he pulled out your chair.

“I’ll go get us some butterbeers.” He said as you sat and he pushed in your chair.

You rested your chin on your palm and watched him. He leaned against the bar, chatting easily with everyone around him. Ever since the fwooper feather incident, you’ve been sweet on him. Garreth’s energy was so addicting and it seemed like every person he met felt the same.

You didn’t know how he did it. You could never talk to people as easily as he did, made you wonder what he saw in you. Not only were you much more of a quiet person, you were constantly out working on assignments, returning to campus profoundly unpresentable. Even after a year you still found it difficult to believe you were able to land him.

You were mortified at the thought of meeting him tonight in the state you were in, but you would hate yourself even more if you arrived late. Your original plan was to show up and assure him you’d be right back after you cleaned up, but the second he looked at you with those beguiling, green eyes, you didn’t want to leave.

Garreth returned with a butterbeer in each hand. “I felt you eyeing me that whole time.” He set one in front of you and took the seat opposite you. “Now, I know I’m a striking young man, but please do have some self control while we’re out in public.”

You grinned like a fool and pulled the butterbeer closer to you. “You are pretty nice to look at.”

He took a sip of his butterbeer so that the foam would cover his lip like a mustache. “Alright, I’ll let it go this time. But you can’t keep embarrassing me like this.”

You let out a snort, then shot your hands up to cover your face. He was instantly charmed. Unable to keep up his little comedy act, he wiped away the foam. Letting out a few chuckles of his own, he watched proudly as you struggled to quiet down your laughing.

He got up and moved his chair closer to yours. He sat back down and rested his arm on the back of your seat. “Tell me what I got to do to get that sound out of you again, I’m begging you.”

Finally getting your laughter under control, you removed one hand from your face to smack his chest. “Don’t act like that did something for you.”

“Ow!” He laughed, grabbing your hand and holding it captive against his chest.

Your time at The Three Broomsticks went on with him trying to get more snorts out of you, your hands stroking each other’s thighs under the table, and absent minded kisses.

“I’ll go get the next round.” You stood up from your seat and Garreth stood as well, grabbing your wrist before you could go.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you.”

You tilted your head, raising a questioning brow at him. “Oh?”

He nodded his head and offered his arm. You took it and squeezed, greedily feeling up his bicep.

Once the two of you were out of the tavern, you leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed. “Garreth, you didn’t need to do anything. We could have stayed at The Three Broomsticks all night and I would’ve been happy.”

He frowned and shook his head. “You would have gotten bored of me.”

You cackled. “Oh, definitely.” You looked up at him when he didn’t laugh with you and saw he was staring ahead, jaw tight. “Wait, were you serious? You... think I would have gotten bored of you?” You halted your steps and gently tugged at him to stop and look at you.

Garreth only looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what to say. You had never seen him so unsure of himself.

“How could I get bored of you? You make brewing potions interesting, I could watch you do it all day. In fact, I’ve tried plenty of times, but you always gave me the boot. If anything, I thought you were getting bored of me.”

He met your eyes then, and shook his head. “Never.” The look on his face told you he meant it, and a touched smile graced your lips. His heart rate picked up. “I love you.” He blurted, feeling a wave of bashfulness. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked the dirt at his feet like a child. “Just... thought you should know.”

Your lips parted slightly in shock, something fluttered in your chest so harshly you thought it would burst out. “You do?”

Garreth nodded his head, darting his eyes back and forth from your face to anywhere else, the wait for you to say something back making him more anxious by the second.

“Sorry, you... caught me off guard.” You chuckled, rubbing at your face hoping the burn from your blushing would go away. “But, I love you too.”

As soon as you said it back, his confidence came back soaring. He also took a smug pleasure in seeing how fidgety he made you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you along with him to a dark, nearby alleyway. He glanced around to make sure no one could catch a glimpse of the two of you. Once he felt the coast was clear, he pinned you up against the nearest wall and narrowed his eyes at you. He brought his mouth to yours. He wanted to kiss you until you couldn’t think straight.

He brought his hands up so they were tight on your hips, and you cupped the back of his neck. You always had a terrible ache for each other when you kissed, but this need was on another level. There was more of an urgency this time.

He got lost in you and couldn’t help it when his lips strayed to other parts. He went along your jaw, nibbled at your earlobe, then began sucking at the crook of your neck. He usually would get a giggle from you when he did this, telling him to stop so he wouldn’t leave a mark. But this time you didn’t say anything, staying compliant at the feel of his mouth.

Everything about him in that moment was making you excitable. “Wait, what's the surprise?”

He pulled back slightly, “Hmm? Oh, it's a um...” He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to focus on your question, “... a chocolate frog cake I ordered at Honeydukes. We can get it later.” He returned to your neck to continue putting his marks on you.

It hit you then just how hungry you were. Butterbeer could only fill you up so much and you hadn’t eaten anything since before you went out on your assignments that day. “Garreth, I hate to say this. I really do, but can we stop this for now and go get that cake?”

He pulled back with his eyes closed tight, trying to regain his composure. “Fine. But we’re picking this back up after.”

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crimsonedquill · 2 years ago

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hey :) i love how you write angst! can you do a hc about how mc would know they're depressed? like the signs they would show?

Yes I can! We do love a good bit of Character Analysis™ in this house.

Thanks for the ask 🖤

How they act when they are depressed (Hogwarts Legacy)

TW: discussion of depression

Poppy Sweeting 🦡

I think she’d be the most mature in dealing with her emotions by sheer virtue of all the shit she’s already overcome. That said, talking about her problems doesn’t come naturally to her. Isolating herself is her go-to coping mechanism for pretty much any kind of personal struggle, so it might be difficult to figure out whether she’s just having a bad day or she’s going through more serious stuff. However, if she trusts you enough to talk about it, she’s surprisingly good at articulating her feelings.

Natsai Onai 🦁

She’s definitely the type to hide her emotions because she doesn’t want to feel like a burden to others. Keeps a brave face, tries her best to smile through the pain, doesn’t want to give anyone (least of all her mother) the impression that anything’s wrong. When she’s alone, she cries a lot. Whatever she’s feeling at the moment mixes with the guilt she feels over her father’s death, leading her to feel like everything is her fault.

Imelda Reyes 🐍

Doesn’t ‘do’ emotions. She just submits herself to gruelling training schedules and pushes her body to its limits so the physical pain drowns out the mental kind. Will often lose her shit in front of anyone who has the audacity to show concern for her. These are her problems to deal with; she doesn’t need anyone else.

Ominis Gaunt 🐍

In the same mould as Natty, I think his lingering sense of guilt would keep him from expressing his true feelings in a clear way to others. He practically spends most of his time with the Sallows, so it would make sense that he keeps his issues to himself to not add to their pile of problems. Whatever pain he feels he masks with sarcasm and a lot of passive-aggressiveness. The worst thing is that he often thinks he deserves it.

Sebastian Sallow 🐍

He hates being in a position of vulnerability and lacking control over his circumstances. If he can’t even help himself, how is he ever going to help his sister? He tends to get erratic and impulsive, coping with his problems by getting involved in increasingly dangerous shenanigans until a) he gets seriously injured or b) someone gets in his face and reminds him that he’s not invincible.

Amit Thakkar 🦅

I’m a bit torn on Amit. I think he would either be burying himself in his schoolwork or going out of his way to help others to hide his own struggles. One obvious sign that he’s going through some things: forgetting all the answers to the questions the professors ask him in class. He tends to get trapped inside his own head, constantly doubting himself and wondering if he’s good enough.

Anne Sallow 🐍

She always tries to see the positive side of things. Sometimes, though, the strain on her mind and body is just too much. Her brother and uncle fighting all the time rubs off on her – she can’t help but wonder how better things would be if she would be simply gone – and more often than not she contemplates the thought of just walking out and never coming back. She will get uncommunicative, going on long walks without any destination in mind, trying to remember what it was like to live without pain.

I'm crying they just need a hug 😭

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #imelda reyes #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #amit thakkar #anne sallow

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dirtyvulture · 1 year ago

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😎 I have been listening to a lot of songs ( Let me know if you want a full song analysis in regards to Wolvie R) and so many of them just screamed Wolverine R . They were “ Daylight” “ Dead Man” both by David Kushner and “DNA” by Lila Marie Johnson . Now the last song I haven’t listened to in full but there is a distinct part that just screams our dear Wolvie . It’s called “ Northern Attitude” by Noah Kahan Ft Hozier .

There is the long awaited reaction from the Hudson family members who found Esther’s secret box . Jane and Rose Hudson ( they could be sisters or cousins that is your choice but I think that they are close in terms of age and relationship) were probably up in the attic looking at and through all the old stuff and boxes until they both stumbled across one odd one that they had never seen before ( they are both in their early twenties but they grow up looking at all of the past Hudson clan things as Hudson children do. The box was of a decent size and was once a brilliant Red now dulled by age and collecting dust while gorgeous intricate detailing designs and on the lid was engraved with EVH ( Esther Victoria Hudson) . Now Jane and Rose are digging through everything and at one point Rose just shots “ I KNEW IT …. I FUCKING KNEW IT !!!!!! Great Grandma ( or adjusted accordingly to how many greats it is) Esther was FUCKING FRUITY and was in love with Wolvie !!!!!!! God damn …�� wait a second . Hey Jeff around up all the cousins and siblings and fuck it around every body up the betting pool is FINALLY RESOLVED and Janey and I FUCKING WON !!!!!!!” Jane digs deeper and finds Esther’s ✨ fantasies ✨ and was blushing profusely ( this is why I had them be both in their twenties, didn’t want anyone under eighteen to see that) but then notice the evidence that this was Esther expressing emotions but not that They( Esther and R ) were in a relationship. It hits Jane Hudson that it was a one sided love affair and those writings , letters/ Notes were just fantasy ( well as far as Jane / the other Hudsons know) and then called after Rose Hudson “ Rosie they weren’t together!!!!! It was just Esther exploring and releasing her own romantic feelings but to Wolvie they were just best friends!!!!!!” Then Jane hears a chorus of Rose Hudson and all the other Hudsons that won the betting pool “ GODDAMN IT !!!!!!!” “ No !!!!!!” “ They would have been so cute together” “ Wolverine deserved her more than Great grandpa Will ( his name was William) !!!!!” And lastly 🎶“ History Hates Lovers” 🎶

I would imagine that some time later on that Esther’s writings / letters/ notes/ her ✨fantasies ✨ were made into a period piece novel or some other story that is super popular ( one that storm , Jean and all the other girls or students of the school just eat up and swoon for . With out knowing it is about Wolverine, but R feels a a strange sense of déjà vu ( Esther had put in WORD FOR WORD CONVERSATIONS and other interactions that Esther and R had . She also had the Chirstmas Truce of 1914 written down where they danced , R sang her heart out and Esther being so drunk but R took care of her tucking her into bed and they cuddled to sleep that night) .

Ok so I maybe I conveyed or worded something wrong because I read your reply Vulture and you seem to be under the impression that I believed that R was just looking at Nat with lust or thought that she was an object. That is not the case at all and I would never besmirch R’s honorable name to suggest that and I love Natty too much to ever do that to her. R be a player or compulsively brings people into bed but R is NOT A ✨FUCK BOI✨, she is a gentleman Casanova who respects the people she is with and just respects ( she has no respect for people who harm anything that is defenseless or people who views others as objects or tools rather than people) people in general. I agree that R did genuinely want to help Nat and all the other great points that you Vulture brought up. What I was trying to get at was when R realized that the warmth and feelings in her chest and body wasn’t just her usual protectiveness or sense of duty to help and it’s not the same feelings she gets from watching over and looking after children ( or the feelings she has for her own child Rogue) . The first thing she thought of was it was lust or physical attraction ( R wouldn’t have acted on it because she knows Nat is EXTREMELY VULNERABLE right now and she would never take advantage of that ) because I mean Nat is a very beautiful person but then R realizes that it goes deeper.

Now Listen to Daylight and that is R’s ( Young R when her mutation activated and she is in the church covered in dried blood praying and begging for mercy and forgiveness, when she was in the church after hearing the news of Esther’s death still covered in dried blood and everything in between) feelings of her self , her mutation , her supposed “ sins” but also her talking to Nat . I can do a whole ass analysis but I will stop right now because if I don’t this will run off on me .

Listen to Dead Man and that is R telling of how she has been here before ( “ dying” in battles and wars over and over again) and how there is beauty hidden in the gore ( life and love and good people amongst the horrors , atrocities , bloodshed of war) . She is also talking to the people behind her witch hunts and attempt executions . At one particular moment of “ I screamed as your smile was growing wider” could be she was burning at the stake and she saw them smiling wider or because Vulture teased Sabertooth or a sabertooth counterpart ( will it be a male or female version) and we all know what Sabertooth did to Wolvie’s love ( or what Wolverine THOUGHT was done) . So what if Sabertooth had caused R’s old friend’s death ( they actually did it because A) I think our Wolvie would be smarter and figured out it was a ruse where her male counterpart didn’t and B) I don’t think Wolvie’s old friend would actually do her dirty like that and betray her .) and R screams as Sabertooth smiles wider from where ever they were at. Possibly both because I fully believe that R was burned at the stake in one of her witch hunts/ “ trails” . The line “ Do you remember September ?” Could have been Sabertooth taunting and asking because that is the month the old friend died / when they had killed the old friend or this could be R asking herself because that was the month that activated her mutation and all that went with it. The line of “ Wait on” and “ Give me back my old salvation” R is asking ….. begging for her angels back , her salvation in this purgatory of existence. Esther Hudson and Old Friend as well as all the people who R cared about.

DNA isn’t a exact match but this is R talking to / about, arguing and fighting with Thomas Logan or rather the memory of him . Making sure she isn’t like him and her being so afraid that she is going to turn into to him when she “ Erupts” just like he did and that people will look at her like she looked at him ( when he was being a violent drunk before and how she looked at him before the RAGE and Mutation took over THAT NIGHT…… in absolute horror and fear). You see while she mostly looked like her mother Elizabeth ( Elizabeth sure got lucky with her affair love child being a daughter that looked like her and that both John and Thomas had matching figures in the parts that R didn’t get from Elizabeth like the color of R’s eyes. That way Elizabeth had no explanations that needed to be made. ) but R had her father’s eyes and while she thought they were John’s she loved them but now she can’t even look at them. Because all she can see is that night and looking at Thomas after he had murdered John , “ Eyes like yours can’t look away” . That night was “ Dark as Midnight” and it was “ Past my Bedtime” , it was a pitch black night of the new moon and it was overcasted so the was no stars. So it was even darker but Because of R’s mutation and newly heightened senses she was able to get around. It was also very late and R was asleep when Thomas broke in, that and yell the yelling woke her up and as she was getting up that is when the gun shot rang out. R has constantly been shakily asking if the pieces of Thomas Logan are in the pieces of her but deep down she is afraid that she already knows that answer and that answer being yes there are. Thomas was a drunk and had violent temper and disposition he also smoked and he hurt people . R’s coping mechanism is drinking ( I don’t know if R is an alcoholic or could be addicted to substances because of her healing powers affect every part of her but addiction well not completely a hereditary condition it can be made so a person is genetically susceptible or have a genetic disposition to become a addict ) and She smokes and she also hurts people ( she hurts bad people who do bad things and also protects people but she isn’t seeing that). She has this constant RAGE inside of her and is always begging to be unleashed and she has done far …. far worse things than Thomas Logan has done and that fear that she has of being just like him when she erupts just like he did already happened and people already looked/ looks at her like she looked at him. It’s like Thomas is standing there hovering over her as it’s sinking in as she says while his condescending voice echoes “ But you can’t stop DNA , no you can’t stop DNA” . After all R isn’t John Howlett’s angel , she is the groundskeeper’s bastard fallen .

The whole song is a huge internal struggle and fight for R .

Lastly the small bit of “ Northern Attitude” that just screams Wolverine R . “ If you too close and i am not how you hoped , oh forgive my Northern Attitude I was out in the cold . And if the Sun don’t shine till the summertime forgive my Northern Attitude I was rise on little light .” It’s obvious that R is Canadian so “ Northern Attitude” and “ Rise out in the cold and If the sun don’t shine until the summer time , being rise on little light” is very very obvious. Plus R is afraid but letting people too close and not being how they hoped, that if she wasn’t what they wanted they will leave. Like her mother forced R to go. But I think that it’s more to that , maybe the men in the First World War had made a comment about R and her “ Northern Attitudes and How the sun doesn’t shine till the summer time ” to describe she cold and distant attitudes to people and how she isn’t bright / bubbly enough and she only marginally gets warmer and happier is when she is tending to children or local communities .

So when Esther was trying to befriend R and R was trying to convince her that she is dangerous and unworthy of love like you said vulture( just lashing out like a wild animal really but with out actually hurting anyone or being problematic) R sarcastically said while rolling her eyes “ If you get to close and I am not how you hoped , OooHhh forgive my NORTHERN ATTITUDE , I was Rise OUT in the COLD. And if the SUN Don’t shine Till the SUMMER TIME , OooooHhhhh forgive my NORTHERN Attitude I was RISE On LITTLE LIGHT.” But then as time passes and Esther Hudson broke down R Mannnnny walls and was starting to be let in . On day R stood before her with shaking hands out stretch and reaching for Esther as she shakily saying with her voice breaking “ If you get to close …… and I am NOT how you HOPED , forgive my northern attitude I was rise out in the cold. And if the SUN DON’T Shine till the summer time oh forgive my northern attitude I was rise on little light.”

This time it means if R lets Esther in but she isn’t what Esther wanted or hoped R is essentially begging her not to abandon her and she was explaining why she is cold and not always able to do or say the right things and why she isn’t good with people. She was rise without people caring about and for her , that she rise herself. R is also explaining why she isn’t exactly a outwardly happy and bubbly person and shows a lot of a emotion and that is because she never had a safe place to feel ANY TYPE of emotions good or bad . Even Before R was finish saying “ If you get too close and I am not how you hoped” Esther had pulled her in a close and tight hug and R buried her face into Esther’s neck and shoulder.

In the beginning when Esther hug R she would roll her eyes and eventually tap Esther’s arm three times to be get go off but when Esther hugged and held R during this R tensed up but then relaxed and totally collapsed in Esther’s arms after speaking and was sobbing . That night Esther tucked her into bed and held her to sleep . After that R was more welcoming to her touches.

Well I had more thoughts but that is for next time and I hope I cleared up that misunderstanding Vulture. Also I know I was going to wait on you before doing a full song analysis but it turn to that anyways 😅😅😅 my bad sorry .

Ooo and now we get some song recs now 🥰 You really are going all out for me anon, and I am enjoying it

I wonder why no one had found the box in the attic before. I love how they just got the entire family around to read Esther's private thoughts about R lmao.

I bet Storm has tried getting R to read the books, and even though R doesn't really remember Esther as much because of the amnesia, she definitely has a weird feeling that the inspiration of the story hits too close to home.

I did not mean to offend you anon, I think I was just trying to make a general point but my apologies if I seemed I interpreted it a different way. And I know what you mean now! You'll get to see more of their relationship blooming in the next part(s), don't worry. :)

Honestly, I never even considered a gender swapped Sabertooth. 👀 If I ever decided to introduce the character, that might create an interesting dynamic with Wolvie!R, but we'll see. I always saw Sabertooth as just an extremely unhinged, wildly feral version of Wolvie (a.k.a. how Wolverine would have been had he not learned to live in a normal human society and gave in to his instincts), so that could open up a lot of opportunities for new plots.

I think R can be considered an alcoholic even though it takes an extreme amount for her to become intoxicated. But like you said, it's definitely a coping mechanism, along with the smoking, because along with the decades of mental trauma, she still feels physical pain like any normal human and even though she heals very fast, the phantom pain can still bother her for weeks or even months.

It's also probably good that R hardly remembers her childhood because man it is rough lol.

Thank you for all the thoughts and even including some songs with excellent analysis! You've really kept this blog alive while I try to finish the rest of the series, but I promise it will be worth the wait!

#😎 anon #vulture answers #darkest knight au

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So Sorry

Natasha Romanoff(G!P) x Fem!Reader

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~• (Past)

———————————————— (Lyrics)

TW: Allusions to sex/mentions of body parts.

She Used to be Mine (Part 1)

Broken (Part 3)

Natasha had attempted to sleep, as her body genuinely ached from her mission, but between the distraught babies, her aching heart, and her racing thoughts she'd gotten maybe fifteen minutes.

———

Natasha was pretty certain she was being punished for all of her lifetimes worth of transgressions. After countless hours spent trying to calm the wailing infants, Natasha was at a loss; she found herself crying along with them, as no amount of cooing, or rocking was helping. It was obvious they missed their mommy, and she couldn't blame them because she was in the same boat, but they were distracting her from the only real solution—finding and saving you...

The babies cries were breaking her heart, as she wandered aimlessly around her apartment to find anything left behind by you to soothe them. She'd wandered into what used to be her office, halting at the sight of the completed nursery, and a steady flow of tears made their way down her cheeks.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Natty..." You whine, as you dramatically thrash around in her bed.

She turned away from her paperwork on her desk to face you, face softening as she sees your adorably pouting face.

"Yes, detka?"

"You said if I came over to your apartment that we could cuddle..."

"I know, just give me five more minutes to finish this packet. Hill dropped it off right after I'd invited you over..."

She watched in slight amusement as your face contorted, pout deepening, as a hint of jealousy flashed across your eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sure she did." You huffed, then turned away from your girlfriend, not wanting her to see just how upset you'd gotten.

Natasha swiftly abandoned the paperwork in favor of quelling your obvious insecurities, feeling your obvious change in mood.

"Detka..." She whispers, as she crawls into the bed from behind you, and her heart twinges with guilt at the sound of a light sniffle.

"Oh sweet girl, you have to know you're the only one for me.." She coos, as she places a kiss to the nape of your neck, and wraps her arm around your waist.

"I'm not sure that I'm enough for you Natty..." You humorlessly chuckle out, while fiddling with her fingers that are draped over you, and silently cursing yourself for crying over something as trivial as her ex delivering her paperwork.

"Hey, little dove, please don't talk about my precious angel like that.. You're more than enough, far more than I'd ever deserved."

You rolled around to face her, shaking your head in dismissal of what she said, and she leaned down to kiss at your wetted cheeks.

"You make me want more than I've ever wanted with anyone else. They were all just lessons learned, stepping stones on my road to you."

"So cheesy..." You giggle out, and she smiles widely down at you, then pecks your lips.

"You, moya lyubov', you're all I want. With you, I see a future full of love." She continues on, as her finger taps your chest for emphasis.

"Really?"

"Of course..."

"What all do you see?" You ask, shaking with anticipation.

She gently pushes you to your back, then moves her body atop of yours, and settles her head directly atop your chest, over your heart, and your arms wrap around her instinctually.

"Well, first, I see us getting engaged, in the cheesiest way possible. I'll make sure Lena's there so she can gag over it."

You chuckle, and your heart soars at the redheads apparent plans.

"Bold of you to assume I'd say yes." You playfully mumble, and she lifts her face to gaze at you with a quirked brow, then tucks back in.

"Anyways... Then comes the wedding, that I'll make Tony cover the costs for, because he owes me and I just want you to have nothing but the best. After the wedding, I'll take you to travel the world, then by the time we'd come back, our dream home will have been built. We'll live off the land, a few acres away from Clint, and then we'll start our family. Adopt a few fur friends, then spend all of our free time bumping nasties until we have a baby of our own."

"Bumping nasties? How romantic..." You groan in faux disgust, and she props her chin up on your chest to smirk up at you.

"Sorry, make love..." She playfully condescends, then crawls up to place a firm kiss to your lips, then pulls back to stare down at you with loving eyes as she finishes off her speech.

"I can see it now, you'll be waddling around the house, while I'm working to put the nursery together. I'll make Yelena and Clint help with the furniture, while Wanda and I paint the walls a neutral color and cover it in animals. There will be examples of our love all over, reminding our future babies just how coveted this family is. It'll be perfect detka, we just got to get through a few more years of Avenging and making espressos..."

"I'd love that..." You mutter through your tears, and she litters your face with kisses, until she eventually lands upon your lips for a brief moment.

She swiftly wraps her arms around you, flipping your bodies, pulling you into her chest, then pulling a blanket over your bodies.

"Let's nap lyubov'." She whispers, then places a kiss to your forehead.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

After moving over the heartache at the sight, she'd started looking for anything to help her as the crying had ceased to stop.

"Mama's trying here, I'm so sorry..."

She eventually stumbled upon the swings in the closet, then she decided to clean the infants up. She placed them into one of the cribs, then collected a massive amount of products. She started by giving them a sponge bath on the changing table, one by one, before using the lavender lotion on them in an attempt to calm them.

"Hey there little guy..." She coos, as he stares up at her with wide eyes.

"I'm your mama, you didn't get to meet me yet because I'm a big old dummy, but I'm here now..."

She placed a kiss to his cheek, wiping his cheeks of residual tears, then swapped him out with his sister, as she repeated the process.

"You're a feisty one." Natasha chuckles as she stares down at her, she might look like her redheaded mother, but she’s definitely got your attitude.

Your daughters face never wavered as she glared up at Natasha, clearly taking after her in the field of trusting others. The middle of the night bedtime routine tore her walls down though, as her eyes began to droop with every move of Natasha's hands as she rubbed the lotion into her skin.

"I know you miss mommy, I do too... but I promise you I'll do everything I can to bring her back to us. We'll get to be a family."

Upon dressing both up in fluffy onesies, she'd taken them to the living room, and set their whining forms in the playpen while she warmed up some breast milk for them. After feeding, she had placed the twins into their swings that she brought out with her. They started to cry slightly, so she got the idea to lightly cover them in your unwashed tshirts, and that seemed to do the trick in finally getting them to calm down, and to eventually fall sleep.

Then she started a pot of coffee, and took a moment to revel in the silence. It didn't last long though, as she quickly moved to call in a team of reinforcements.

"Natasha? It is three in the morning, what could you possibly need? Shouldn't you be getting reacquainted with your future bride?" Yelena groans, then quips suggestively.

Natasha sighs, and Yelena tenses on the other line as she utters two words:

"Code Widow."

"I'll be there in five."

Natasha then texted Tony, and Wanda letting them know that she's in desperate need of cashing in her favors with them. Not shockingly, the both of them replied with no time to spare, it seems all the Avengers collectively suffered from insomnia, and more so, all of them loved you whenever you'd been around.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Detka, are you ready?" She asked you, as the both of you stood before the Avengers tower.

"You mean to meet your family? The same family that also happens to be a badass team of superheroes that saves the world together? Yeah, of course, I'm totally ready, and not at all freaking out."

She chuckled, then spun you until your front was flush against hers, and leaned in to peck your lips.

"Sweet girl, you have nothing to worry about... They're quite literally just a group of goofballs, and Wanda, nothing intimidating about them at all."

"One of them literally turns into Shrek on steroids if you upset him, and you told me he'd had that crush on you..."

"Yeah, maybe don't call him that..." Natasha says through her laughter, then continues on.

"Also, that crush was surface level, it was over once he found out I didn't like men, and had a dick of my own." She boldly states, and you cringe at her crassness.

"What if they don't—."

"I'm going to stop you right there, they're going to absolutely love you detka. Now, let's go." She affirms, as she tightens her grip on you and pulls you towards the common room.

—

You'd all been enjoying a casual flow of conversation, as everyone took the time to get to know more about you, when Tony's face suddenly lit up with mischief.

"So, Y/N, what mind control did you use to make Natasha this happy? We could use someone with powers like yours on the team." Tony asks, taking a jab at the obvious difference in Natasha's behavior whenever you're around, or brought up, to when she's alone with them.

"Well, for starters, I'm not a pretentious billionaire, with a beard and mustache that barely connects, who for some apparent reason can't bother to wear a better cologne then a variant of Old Spice." You nonchalantly state, as the Captain chokes on his tea, and your girlfriends lips quirk into her signature smirk.

Tony gasps, as he playfully clutches at his chest, but before he could retaliate, you continue on.

"I'm also incredibly easy on the eyes and an amazing lay." You nonchalantly add, and the group of men's faces turn varying shades of crimson, and you smirk over the glass of lemonade Wanda had given you.

"That you are, and so much more." Natasha coos, then pulls you into her lap for a bruising kiss.

"Okay, ladies, we're still here..."

"Just because you can't manage to get any, doesn't mean you're allowed to cockblock Rogers..." Natasha grumbles against your lips, never once pulling away.

You giggle in response, and throw your face into her neck as they seemingly become uncontrollable. Said giggles subside rather quickly though as you move ever so slightly and you can feel her hardening beneath you.

"God, I love you two together so much! It's also so nice to have another girl around here." Wanda chuckles out, as she quickly hugs you both, then takes off towards the kitchen.

"I'm going to have to agree, Y/N, you seem rather fun. I can't wait for you to come to a Stark party." Thor boasts, as he also takes his leave, with a squeeze to your shoulder.

"Hurtful comments aside, I can already see us getting into quite some trouble together... Welcome to the family, kid." Tony mutters with a smirk and his gaze locked with the assassins.

"Back off, she's mine Stark." Natasha growls, and he winks your way, as he throws his arms up in surrender, and takes his leave with the quiet Bruce Banner following closely behind.

"It was lovely to finally meet you, I'm elated to know that Natasha's finally found someone that makes her this happy." Steve says, still blushing, as he holds his hand out for you to shake.

"See, I told you they'd love you..." She whispers against your ear, as she moves to place suggestive kisses along the side of your neck, while also tracing her fingers dangerously up your thigh.

"Yeah, I just had to put their leader in his place." You chuckle out, and she chuckles against you.

"Detka, Captain Spandex, and the retired Playboy might think they're in charge, but we both know who's really calling the shots." She playfully states, as she hungrily stares into your eyes.

"Yeah, who's that?" You whisper against her lips, as you've moved to straddle her lap, and slightly grind into her.

"Well, while they have their little battles over the title, mommy's usually the one actually getting shit done." She lowly growls, then slams her lips to yours, and grips you up by your thighs.

Running off towards her room with urgency, smirking to herself as you giggle against her shoulder—music to her ears.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

After the news of the breakup spread about the tower, they'd all been relatively shocked, and with little information given, the guys decided to give you ample bouts of space. Wanda had been on the mission too, or else she would've probably been there every step of the way...

Clint, ever the retired archer—he'd talked to you a handful of times, but you'd clearly pulled one over on the man. Never once did you inform him you were with child, nor in mortal danger with her greatest enemies, and he never picked up on it. Natasha had entrusted him to keep in subtle contact with you, and his kids love for you was always an easy excuse for him to have a reason to call you.

"Hello?" Clint groggily mutters into his phone, with his eyes glued shut, having only known who was on the other line based on the ringtone.

"Clint..." She shakily gets out, having instantly lost her resolve at the sound of her best friends voice.

"Tash, what's wrong?"

"Dreykov's back from the dead… She's gone... You're an uncle..." She relays, pausing with each statement, as she tried to get herself together.

"Be there in a little over an hour..." He cooly states, then she hears as he stumbles out of bed to get dressed.

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I'm sorry… Two words I always think… After you've gone

When I realize I was acting all wrong, so selfish.

Two words that could describe, oh actions of mine…

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Natasha took a massive swig of her coffee, letting the bitterness consume her tastebuds, while she anxiously waited for all parties to emerge. She carefully listened for the stairs, wanting to avoid the disturbance of the exhausted infants.

Yelena, true to her word arrived within five minutes, since she only lived in the complex across the way. Natasha quietly swung the door open, with her finger to her mouth, just before she could slam it open herself.

Yelena initially thought the place was bugged, but upon entering she saw the tiny sleeping humans, and lightly gasped.

"Oh my gosh, did you shrink Tony and Wanda?" She whisper shouts, almost sounding serious, as she looks up to Nat with curious eyes.

"This is no time for jokes..."

"I wasn't—." Yelena shut up once her sister glared her way.

"So, dear sister, it appears that I got Y/N pregnant the night I regretfully left her, and then our collective past caught up to me while I was away, and now she's paying the ultimate price for it."

"I-I'm an auntie?" Yelena asks, with unshed tears in her eyes, as she stares at your peaceful infants as they sleep, and her heart all but shatters at the news of your whereabouts.

"Yeah..." Natasha confirms with her head hung low, tears once again falling down her face.

"My vernem yeye, obeshchayu." Yelena matter of factly states, as she pulls her sister into her embrace, allowing Natasha the fleeting moment to freely break down before the others arrive.

(We'll get her back, I promise. )

"My dolzhny." She mutters, as she stares over her sisters shoulder with a protective stare falling directly onto her niece and nephew.

(We have to)

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Detka, I'm home!" Yelena shouts, then you hear her groan, knowing that Natasha's "knocking some sense into her."

"Welcome home, dorogoy." You shout back, using one of the many pet names Natasha uses on you in an attempt to assist her in riling your lover up.

"What? I didn't even do anything that time?" Yelena grumbles, and you enter the room with your arms wide open, while laughing at the sight of the sisters wrestling on the floor.

Yelena jabs her sister in the stomach, then launches up into your embrace, wrapping her arms around you then spinning you both in circles. Natasha regathers her bearings, then keeps a neutral face at the sight, while internally her heart soars at the bond you share with her little sister.

"Okay, enough, put my girlfriend down." She commands, practically yanking your giggling form from Yelena's arms, and pulling you into hers instead.

"Oh, get your panties out of the bunch." Yelena playfully remarks, and you cringe at her incorrectly translated euphemism.

"I made lunch." You pipe up, interrupting their staring contest, as you wiggle out of Nat's embrace.

"Come get your mac and cheese while it's hot." You shout, laughter erupting from your chest as Yelena whizzes by you with her to go hot sauce in hand.

"Vykhodi za menya"

(Marry me)

"What was that?" You ask, while sliding her bowl in front of her.

"Repeat in English, and you'll no longer be able to speak again..." Nat rigidly relays, as she protectively pulls your backside flush against her, and you can only assume glares down at her sister.

"You two will be the death of me..." You chuckle out, and just turn in your lover's embrace, and lean into her warmth.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

Yelena's leg bounces, while she sits on the couch and watches over the babies, as the anxiety that you'd been right all those years ago floods her mind. Natasha's taking a shower, while the others slowly trickle in, and she enters the living room to see her closest friends sat before her sleeping babies. Normally the sight would warm her heart, but she's moved into 'Black Widow' mode.

"They're absolutely gorgeous, Nat." Clint states, as he sadly smiles up at her, trying to cut through the tension.

"So, is Laura available to keep them while we storm the world in search of Y/N?"

"Nat.."

"No! We're going to save her, and I want it done yesterday." She angrily mutters, and Yelena reaches up to put a hand to her shoulder.

"Sestra, calm down, and try to think clearly. The red room is methodical, and we don't have the Melina-Alexei avenue anymore, so we have to be strategic."

Natasha knew she was right, but it didn't lessen the urgency thumping in her chest.

"Nat, I know you have to have a tracking device of sorts."

"Already checked, they're using something to interfere with it, as I doubt they removed it from her neck."

The group goes over plans to execute, and for now Natasha agreed to leave it to Tony, and Yelena to find you. Tony already transmitted all data available to Friday, and Yelena's contacted some of her contacts from when she'd worked for Valentina.

Wanda's offered to look into the twins memories to see if there's anything she can gather. Natasha was rather hesitant, but after some pushing she was in; she'll agree to just about anything to get you back to them. Plus, whenever Wanda's entered her mind—besides in the battle with Ultron, it's been nothing more than a tickle.

"The subconscious is a rather interesting place, since they're so young, it's even plausible we'll be able to hear their perspective from in utero." Tony pipes up, further solidifying Natasha's choice to allow it.

Wanda gets comfortable, sighing in an attempt to rid her body of anything remotely negative. Then she enters Nikolai's mind, Natasha freezes when his face twitches, but she instantly settles back into the couch when his face calms.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

"Nice try, but I don't negotiate with the captives."

"Listen, if you want her to suffer, then you'll take only me. Allow me the next six months to have them, then after she returns from her year long mission, I'll leave them on her doorstep. The mere thought of knowing she could've had a family, had she not left, will be enough to break her. Then knowing that her plans to keep me safe also went out the door. Trust me, if you aim to crush her, then you'll do exactly as I said."

"Why should I trust you? You clearly love her, what's your motive here?"

"Well, Natalia broke me, left me behind to clean up the mess she made of my heart, and never once took my feelings into consideration. Then, there's the fact that without her I'm nothing, so if protecting these babies is the last thing I do, then so be it." You dejectedly mutter, watching as he walks away and directly out of the room with no response.

—

“Mommy’s precious girl, you look so much like your mama, it’s actually insane… You guys are going to be best friends, I can totally see it… Mama’s girl, and mommy’s boy…” You coo, as you sit before their tiny bodies, as you seem to he putting together a scrapbook.

“This is your auntie Lena, I’m sure you two will get into loads of trouble with her, I’m counting on you two to not drive your mama crazy though, because I won’t be there to keep her sane. Lena and Tasha have always been very reactive when they’re together.” You chuckle out, and they can see the tears you’re fighting back, as you are putting their individualized boxes together.

“I hope you two take after them, and always take care of each other. Protect each other from all the bad in the world, and love with all your hearts, but never be too trusting either. Your mommy will teach you all about how to have your guards up, but don’t let that same guard keep you from a life worth living.”

Your son started to pout, then your daughter empathized and copied him, so you’d placed everything aside, and moved to hover above them.

“Mommy loves you both so incredibly much, and if I am doomed to never see you again, I hope these videos fill whatever void I leave behind. No amount of time with you two will ever be enough for me though. You’ll be okay though, because your mama is going to love you so well, she’d always done so for me.” You shakily get out, before placing kisses to both of their cheeks, then scooping them up.

—

"Agent Y/L/N."

"Why are you at my place?"

"We noticed you're ridding this place of all your belongings, just wanted to make sure you're not stupid enough to run."

"Well, I'm obviously just cleaning up shop, now get the hell out of here, I still have two weeks before I've lost all my autonomy."

"That mouth of yours, lose it before your time with us comes, see you soon beautiful." The creepy man commands, as he drags his hand across your jaw.

•~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~•

Wanda can feel the disgust radiating off your body, as your son practically absorbs the energy. She didn't get anything of substance, but it at least allowed them some insight on what's been happening.

Natasha's jaw clenched as she heard it all, then it remains locked as she has to hear as Wanda described the anxiety your fetuses felt when Dreykov practically baited you with them.

The widows see right through him, knowing his goal from the start was to have just you, but he, ever the sadist, wanted you to plead for it to be that way. Your children were of no use to him, as they’d require far too much attention, as he waits for the young girls to be at least toddling before he collects them.

Your words cuts straight through Natasha's heart, practically splitting it in two, and even though she knows it was a tactic to protect the babies, she also knows it's true.

She vows to hold you close, and never let go again once you’re back in her arms. You two will move far away and start your life together…

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When patience is in short supply

We don't need to say goodbye

We don't need to fight and cry

Oh we, we could hold each other tight tonight

We're so helpless. We're slaves to our impulses

We're afraid of our emotions

And no one knows where the shore is

We're divided by the ocean, and the only thing I know is

That the answer isn't for us… No the answer isn't for us

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You're currently lying in the same bed, losing track of time, as you haven't exactly left the cell and have no access to the sun since you're submerged in a constant state of pitch black. Your one meal a day is the only way you’re really staying aware of time, as you scratch marks into the wall.

You’d expected Natasha to have already broken the doors down, but you’re starting to wonder if she’d moved on from you in the year you were separated.

Were those flowers and chocolates for a new girlfriend?

The thought breaks your heart further, and now you just imagine her mystery girlfriend holding your babies close as if they were hers. Your stomach turns at the thought, causing you to abruptly launch up, leaning over the bed, as you begin throwing up the contents of your stomach. Your throat burns as most of what came up was acid, your stomach aches at the empty feeling, and your heart follows suit.

Sobs somehow wrack your dehydrated body for the tenth day in a row, the hope of ever seeing your babies again slowly dwindling, your spark was slowly fading out, and your will to fight was nonexistent.

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I'm sorry. Two words I always think. Oh after you've gone

When I realize I was acting all wrong

We don't need to say goodbye.

We don't need to fight and cry

We, we could hold each other tight tonight

Tonight, Tonight, Tonight...

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Yelena had heard through the grapevine that they actually weren’t sure what they were doing with you yet. Locations were never ever disclosed, so she was at a loss for finding you. All she could do was to plead with the powers that be that you’re somehow doing okay, that you’re strong enough to withhold the torture just long enough until they find you.

Natasha was breaking more by the day, she’d attempted down avenues of her own, but they all ended with nothing. So instead, she came up with a open ended plan for what to do once she’d finally found you. Clint and Wanda stayed with her, helping with the babies, and being at the ready for whenever Tony’s technology found you.

Tony was quick to get to work, but it proved rather fruitless for awhile, and after a painfully long three weeks, he'd finally gotten a hit off of Natasha's failing tracking device.

They'd found you…

Budapest, the nightmarish hellhole of her past…

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starryevermore · 3 years ago

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greedy little one ✧ wanda maximoff

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request: would you mind writing a dom!daddy!wanda smut? i have no plot ideas but i just really need a daddy wanda with a strap🥺 - anon

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: wanda shows you what happens to brats.

word count: 1,931

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, dom!daddy!wanda, bratty!reader, jealous!wanda, reader flirts with natasha, pet name (little one), fingering, oral, strap-on use, orgasm denial, not proofread

Dating an Avenger came with its perks. You knew you were always protected. You never had a boring day. You got to hang out with arguably the coolest people in the galaxy. But, where there were good things about dating an Avenger, there were equally terrible things about dating an Avenger. You were constantly worrying about what would happen if a mission went wrong, if the next Big Bad dropped down from the sky. You were under constant surveillance—both by the powers that be and by anyone who subscribes to tacky gossip magazines. Or Youtube channels, whichever is more relevant. But, worst of all, was the amount of time you spent alone.

Wanda was training what felt like all hours of the day. Even with you working and living at the compound with her, you barely saw her. Then she’d often go off on long missions, so you’d spend more time without her than with her. You missed her. You missed being in her arms, whispering sweet-nothings to each other, wore out from a long night of her using you any way she saw fit.

And you? You didn’t take well to not getting your time with your Wanda.

And Tony’s party was the perfect opportunity for you to make sure you got the attention you wanted, deserved, and needed.

You didn’t know what he was celebrating—if he was celebrating anything at all. You knew Tony long enough that anything, even something as simple as the copier not getting a paper jam, amounted to a cause for celebration. And so, you decided to take a page out of Tony’s book and dress to the fucking nines.

It was Wanda’s favorite dress on you, one that she said she liked you to wear only when she could be the one to enjoy you. She didn’t like it when you wore it out for everyone to see. Some parts of you were just for her, she said. Well, you knew that you would get her undivided attention when you waltz into the party wearing the low-cut, silky red dress that made her lose her goddamn mind every single time she saw you in it.

Your heels clacked against the floor as you walked into the party. It felt like every pair of eyes were on you, drinking in your legs, settling on your chest, before darting over to look at your girlfriend. Wanda stood off to the side, talking to Steve, when she saw you. Her eyes went wide, before they narrowed. She started to take a step towards you, but you made a quick detour to the bar.

A Miss Natasha Romanoff was your target. You knew Wanda wouldn’t be too upset seeing you flirt with Natasha compared to a total stranger. Plus, Natasha could raise the stakes just enough that it could be more fun for you in the end.

“Hi Natty,” you said, leaning against the bar, biting down on your lip as you looked the redhead up and down. “You look stunning tonight.”

She smirked, glancing over at Wanda from across the room, then back to you. “Careful, little one. We both know how territorial Wanda can be.”

“She hasn’t been lately. She’s been ignoring me,” you said, your lips falling into a pout. You reached out, running your hand down her arm, stopping when you reached her hand, holding it softly. “I’m so lonely. Think you can make it better, Natty?”

“I think Wanda isn’t very happy about what I’m thinking of doing to you.”

“Maybe that’s the point.”

You knew Wanda was walking up to you. You could practically feel the anger rolling off of her in waves. Oh, you were in trouble now. You bit back your smirk. Your plan had worked.

A hand on the small of your back let you know that Wanda had arrived. “Excuse me, Nat, but we’re going to head out. I think Y/N has had too much to drink.”

“I haven’t drank at all.” You looked over at her. “Got to the party and came straight to Natty. Knew I could get attention from her.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed at you. To Natasha, she smiled, and repeated, “Like I said, we’re going to head out. I’ll see you in training tomorrow, yeah?”

“Go easy on the little one,” Natasha said.

Wanda raised a brow. “Would you?”

“I’d show her what happens to brats.”

“Then you’ll know I won’t go easy on her.”

“Then you know I’ll say to have fun.” Natasha’s smirk grew as she turned to you and whispered, “Good luck, little one.”

“She’ll need it.”

The walk to the elevator was painstakingly silent. You wanted so badly to say something, to poke the bear just a little bit more, but every time you looked over at Wanda, you got all tongue-tied. You had so desperately missed riling her up, but now that you had her in your grasp, you couldn’t get a word out.

The walk to your shared room was a blur. All you would process was the slam of the door, Wanda’s hands on your waist, and the wetness pooling in your panties. “You’re in a lot of trouble, little one,” Wanda said.

“But I didn’t do anything,” you pouted. “Was just talkin’ to Natty when you interrupted us.”

“Oh? You were just talking to Natty?”

You nodded.

“You weren’t caressing her? Giving her your big doe eyes? Batting your pretty little lashes while wearing the dress that you know drives me crazy?”

“That’s right. We were just talkin’.”

“Little one, you know there’s a punishment for lying.”

You pretended to think, acting like you were trying to access a memory. “I don’t think I do.”

“Is that so? Better jog your memory then.” Wanda’s hands trailed up your back, fingers grabbing at the zipper, gently tugging it down, down, down. The fabric pooled at your waist, Wanda slowly pushing it down on your waist. When she reached your panty line, she hooked her fingers around the band and pulled them down, too. You stepped out on the fabric, watching her with wide eyes, waiting for her to tell you what to do.“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

“But—”

“Don’t question daddy. Do as you’re told.”

Your mouth shut immediately. You turned quickly, stumbling forward to the bed, crawling up on top of the covers, resting on your knees. For a second you looked back, watching as Wanda put on her strap-on. Biting your lip, you turned back around, leaning forward until you came to rest on your elbows.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, already dripping wet for daddy, aren’t you?” A finger collected your slick that had begun to drip down your thighs, slowly pushing it back into you. “You almost make me think you like acting like a bad girl.”

“Not bad!” you protested.

Smack!

“Little one, don’t lie to daddy. That’s how you got here in the first place.” Your ass cheek throbbed as Wanda smacked it again. A second finger pushed into you, your cunt clenching down around them as she scissored you. You let out a gasp as she moved faster and faster and faster until— she stopped. “Though, my pussy tells me that you wanted to be like this, hm?”

“Just wanted attention, daddy—”

“Shh, let me and my pussy talk things out.”

The feeling of her tongue lapping at your wet folds nearly made you cum on the spot. Oh, how you had missed this. Missed the way she would bury her face in your cunt. How her fingers dug into your ass. How she would lap and suck and moan at your taste, like she was a prisoner on death row and this was her chosen last meal.

“Daddy please!” you cried out. For what, exactly, you didn’t know.

“Don’t be greedy, little one. You’ll take what I give you when I give it to you. Understood?” When you only whined in response, she smacked your ass. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Yes daddy! Understood!”

She buried her face back between your legs, drinking your juices as if you were the long sought after oasis she’d been dreaming of after being lost in the desert for a thousand years. Stars began to dot in the corners of your vision. You fisted the sheets, biting down on your lip, trying to not beg for more lest she take away the pleasure she was giving you. But you couldn’t help yourself—

“Daddy, I’m about to cum! Please, please, please, let me cum!”

Wanda only pulled away. “Bad girls don’t get to cum. And you’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

“I’m sorry daddy—”

“Shh, daddy’s just gotta fuck the brat outta you, okay? Then you’ll be daddy’s good little girl again, yeah?” The tip of her strap pushed against you as she began to guide it into your soaking cunt. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to do what she asked. This was what you wanted, and you weren’t going to let her take it away just ‘cause you couldn’t follow a few instructions.

It was harder as she began to thrust, bending over you, intertwining her fingers with your own. You couldn’t contain your moans, her thrusts growing faster and faster.

“That’s it, little one. It’s daddy that makes you feel this good. Not Natasha. Not anyone else at Stark’s party. Just. Me.”

“Just you!” you moaned. “I’m all yours, daddy!”

“I know, little one. It’s you that needs the reminder. Are you close?”

“S-So close, daddy—”

“Good.”

And just as quickly as it had started, it had stopped. Wanda was pulling away, leaving you alone on the bed. You began to whine, looking back for her, but she had walked around to the edge of the bed.

“C’mere, little one,” she said. You shuffled closer, and she tapped her strap against your lips. “Go on. Clean it.”

You took it in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down the length. Usually, you loved it when she would make you clean up the mess you made. But now, it left you wanting for more. Wanting for her to make you cum, not leaving you without the orgasms you had missed so much.

“Taste that? That’s how good daddy makes you, yeah?” She wouldn’t let you stop sucking, so you gave the best nod you could. “That’s right, daddy’s the only one who makes you feel like this. And daddy’s the only one who gets to choose if you cum.”

She pulled your head off, her fingers tangled in your hair, and you managed to say, “I’m sorry daddy, please, just one, it’s all I want—”

“You should have thought of that before you tried to make jealous,” she said, her lips falling into a pout. “It’s time for bed now, little one.”

You wanted to protest, but you knew she would only tease you more. You’d gotten off lucky with this punishment. You shouldn’t push your luck further. So, you crawled under the covers, waiting for Wanda to join you. Soon, she was curled up next to you, her arms circling around your waist, tugging you close to her. Still, you couldn't help but whimper at the pleasure you had still not received.

“Don’t whine, little one,” Wanda said, pulling you asking her chest. She pushed your mouth down to her nipple, you quickly taking into her mouth, sucking gently. “Be a good girl for me now, and I’ll let you cum as many times as you want in the morning, okay?”

“Okay daddy.”

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9tzuyu · 3 years ago

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dark red

request: hii i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests rn,,, if you aren’t i’m sorry please ignore this djfjdhd could you write a nat x reader based off the song dark red by steve lacy — specifically the lines “don’t you give me up / please don’t give up / only you, my girl / only you, babe” — kind of like the tiktok trend going on right now

note: anon im so sorry i really hope this was okay. i can try and rewrite it if you want though 😭 i kinda hate it but i hope its good enough for you :[

aLSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

i proofread this as quick as i could so all mistakes are mine.

warnings: none, a little angsty, terrible writing.

🏷: @c-is-writing @wandaromanova @nermalina

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everyone knew natasha to be a very self-assured woman. she knew everything about herself; what she liked and what she didn’t like, who she tolerated and who she trusted. her history with just about everyone she’s close with dates back years, sometimes decades. it was very rare that she met someone knew whom she gave her complete trust to.

meeting you caught her by surprise, something that doesn’t happen to natasha very often. your presence was refreshing, authentic, new. it was the very thing natasha didn’t know she needed in her life.

natasha watched your every little movement any time you were around. you intrigued her, held her attention by the very strand of your hair. something about you was special and she couldn’t seem to get enough.

so she allowed herself to have you, to enjoy you, to be with you. over a year into the friendship, you suggested the idea of becoming something more than just platonic. you wanted a relationship with the woman.

natasha accepted your proposal with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the lips. she’d been more than relieved you asked her because the false belief that she was undeserving trampled any courage she had.

it was hard to know when something was truly bothering natasha, but sometimes you were able to see the light dull in her eyes, or the uncontrollable fidgeting she’d accidentally let slip.

which is exactly what you were dealing with now. for the past few months you’d begun to notice a slight change in natasha’s demeanor. little by little she began to distance herself in ways she knew would be looked over, at least for a short amount of time.

natasha started out small. rather than having her face meet yours, she’d turn her back against your front while you slept. she couldn’t bear to look at someone who deserved so much better than what she could ever offer.

you meant the entire world to natasha, she would quite literally do anything to protect you. that being said, natasha felt the need to protect you from her.

a couple of weeks after her initial push back, you noticed the way she’d flinch when you tried to hold her. it was almost invisible, but you knew natasha more intimately than anyone else ever had, which made it easier to recognize all the small things everyone else missed.

then you caught onto the fact that she started leaving the bed early in the morning, as if she was promising herself not to see you. natasha also started to work more. longer hours, nights she had to be away, and minimal effort to keep in touch kickstarted the fighting.

just as everything else did, it started off on a smaller scale. you’d send texts clearly stating how upset you were by her choice of actions. natasha would always have some stupid excuse on hand as a response though.

things began to escalate when natasha willingly booked her days off into cheap motels that reeked of cigarettes. the redhead would often find herself sitting on the floor beside her bed, breath saturated in store-bought vodka. the russian felt cheap and disposable, just as she did when she was a kid being used by the hands of a man with no morals.

when natasha chose to go home she’d return with her hair knotted, tied loosely in a bun with an apology already made.

this went on for nearly two months before you’d finally decided enough was enough. you’d given her time, space, everything you thought might help, but she never made any attempt to reciprocate your efforts.

so now you stood leaning against the wall across the living room, natasha anxiously settled on the couch directly in your line of view. your focus was solely on the spy. and despite her best efforts at trying to hide it, you could tell she was uncomfortable.

“i’m sorry...” she croaked, voice hoarse from her night full of crying.

“i know you are.”

natasha’s fingertips met the edges of her teeth, followed by the familiar sound of a snap.

disgusting. natasha felt incredibly disgusting, which in turn made her own self-hatred rise to a level she’d never met before. because how could she? how could she sit here and make you suffer through her own self destruction? natasha knew she was causing you pain, a kind of pain you didn’t deserve.

“i wish you would talk to me and tell me what’s going on, nat. i can’t keep doing this with you and you know that.” you watched as she clenched her jaw, swallowing a breath as her leg bounced sporadically against the wooden floor.

“i don’t deserve you. i don’t deserve you at all.” her eyes faltered.

you bit your lip, not understanding where this was coming from. “what makes you say that?”

“because it’s true.”

“there’s nothing true about that statement, natasha.”

“but there is!” she practically begged, “i’ve done so much wrong, damaged so many people, ruined so many lives. there’s nothing good about me, and there’s so much good in you.”

you moved closer to her, words ready to fall from you lips about how wrong she was. noticing this, natasha began to trip and stumble upon her sentences as you enclosed your proximity. you frowned having not been used to seeing her in such distress.

“it sucks because i love you. i love you so fucking much—” her lip began to quiver, “—and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry that i still selfishly need you. just please, please don’t you give me up. please don’t give up. i’ll be better, i’ll do better.”

you didn’t bother listening to the rest of what natahsa was saying because just as you’d previously stated, none of it was true. there was nothing that natasha could say that would change your mind. you knew her as the person she is, not the person she was.

“nat? nat look at me.” you tried.

it was only then when natasha noticed how close you were. she tried to pull away, but you were quick to stop her by by a small, fragile grasp of the wrist.

“natasha.”

the redhead stopped midway through her movement, green eyes trailing from your hand all the way up to meet your own.

“yes?” her voice cracked.

“i would never consider giving up on you, natasha. ever. don’t you know? it’s only you, my girl. i love you — only you, babe.”

“yes, but-”

“but nothing. your past doesn’t define you. that’s what you’ve told me hundreds and hundreds of times, right? i need you to hear me out on this.” her hum was the only response you got, but you chose not to fight it.

“you are not the finished product they made you to be.” although hesitant, she nodded. “you’re good, natasha, you are. i know you’ve spent the last decade it seems, trying to make up for all the wrong that you’ve done, but at some point you have to forgive yourself. you were never at fault. i know you know that, but i need you to believe it.”

you leaned closer, connecting your forehead with hers knowing how intimate that felt for natasha. “i don’t want anyone else. i only want you— only you, darling.”

natasha nudged her nose against yours as if she was asking for permission to kiss you, but you let her take the lead, let her take the time she needed to before she pressed her lips against yours.

“i love you more than you will ever know.”

you giggled into the kiss, “you’re wrong about that, natty. you know you are.” she rolled her eyes, pulling away from you to push you on your back.

“shut up and let me appreciate you.”

you smirked, looking up at the redhead. “oh yeah? and how are you going to do that?”

“you’ll see.”

“oh i’m sure i will.”

“yeah. you will.”

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may-fanfic · 4 years ago

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After You’ve Gone pt 2

summary: Natasha is broken up, after her decision to cheat on you splits the two of you apart, unbeknownst to her, Wanda is there to comfort you

warnings; cheating

word count: 3,492

masterlist

pt 1

a/n: was honestly so conflicted on how i should end this story but i hope you guys enjoy 💕

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Natasha moved through the compound, ignoring her teammates' calls as she tugged her earphones over her ears to block out any more noise. When she made it to the training room, she was relieved to see that it was empty. Natasha honestly couldn't be bothered right now. All she wanted to do was beat the living shit out of the punching bag, anything to get you out of her head. It seemed to be a constant in her mind, the way things ended so terribly, all because of her. Even in her dreams, she sees it. She hadn't heard from you since despite how many times she tried to reach you.

She knew for your sake; she needed to leave you alone. You were going through it as much and, if not, more than her, but Natasha wanted you, no, she needed you back. Her life felt empty without you. Her days felt all mushed together into a jumble of nothingness. For the past couple of days, it's been hitting her hard. The reality of it finally settling in ultimately. For the first couple of weeks, she convinced herself that she'd be at the compound for training, but as time went on, it was apparent that this was the place she'd have to call home once again.

It was the week of your honeymoon; she was a wreck, spending most of her days cooped up in her room or training. She should've been with you having the time of your lives, but instead, she was bounded to her bed, her phone in hand as she prayed you'd call. You never did.

----- A soft knock sounded at your door, you let out a gentle whine. You didn't want to see anyone. You just wanted to sit here and hope that eventually, you'd feel better. All you could do was watch sad romantic movies and cry. It wasn't healthy, you knew that much, but you were healing. You knew it'd take time before you felt like yourself again. You just wished you could fast forward to that.

Another much harder knock sounded, causing you to groan, forcing yourself up from your couch. When you pulled the door open, you were met with Wanda's kind features. She wore a smile, but it fell because of the frown and puffiness of your eyes. You were in worse condition than the last time she saw you. You hated that you were the cause of the pout that played on her lips, so you tried to force a smile. "hey, maxi!" you tried to sound cheerful, but your voice was hoarse from crying.

"Hey, babes." you were glad that she didn't question you. You just wanted to enjoy her presence without the reminder of Nat. you let out a gentle sigh when she tugged you into a tight hug, nuzzling your face into the nape of her neck. If you were honest, you were glad that Wanda was here. If she weren't, you'd probably be watching some sad movie, devouring another carton of ice cream.

After she settled into your home, she offered to make you some dinner, you accepted eagerly. You couldn't remember the last time you had a good homecooked meal. "um..." you began as you watched the woman stir at the pot. she looked over her shoulder at you briefly, taking in your features. She knew you well, so she expected the words to spill past your lips even before they did. "how's nat?" you questioned, leaning against your head.

Wanda hated that you were asking about her after everything, but she also couldn't help but swoon at how caring and thoughtful you always were; that was one thing she loved about you.

"she's-" she paused for a moment, shrugging casually as Wanda looked back down at the pot. "not good." she chose to be truthful, telling you carefully how Natasha is barely even seen around the compound. You frowned lightly. You hoped that she was doing even slightly better than you. "oh..." you frowned, observing as Wanda moved with ease as if she was made to become a chef. She was such a natural. You wondered if, in some other life, that's what she'd do.

"How are you, though, baby?" you hummed lightly, sipping at your water for a moment so when you talked, it didn't come out too scratchy. "I miss her," you confessed, causing wanda's heart to pound. She knew you were compelled to miss her, but she just wished you could forget about her entirely. Wanda spun away from the stovetop, wiping her hands on a rag before she moved over to you. "I know you do, but you deserve better." she frowned when you shrugged.

"what was that?" she questioned, waving her finger around you, causing you to look up at her shyly. "what?"

"that shrug!" you let your shoulders drop in defeat as the woman leaned over the kitchen island to reach out for your hand. There was no reason for wanda to be holding your hand right now, but she'd find any excuse to touch you. "You don't think you deserve better, hun?" her voice was so soft, the gentleness of it could make you cry.

"I don't know if anyone is better than her," you confessed. Wanda's chest tightened; she could be better. How didn't you see that? It pained Wanda in all honesty, she spent most of your friendship trying her hardest to win you over, and all you ever saw was Natasha.

"You deserve someone who won't cheat on you before your wedding." Jealousy was laced in her harsh tone, which made you look up at her, but she looked down at your intertwined hands. Her manner was always so gentle and soft when she spoke to you, and now all you could feel was anger radiate from her. she squeezed your hand gently, her thumb caressing your knuckles which let you know that she wasn't upset at you for your foolish thoughts.

"I just want you to be happy," she admitted, her voice soft as her eyes fluttered up to meet yours. "Anyone who could hurt you like that isn't worthy of your love." she was right, wanda was always right, and as much as it pained you to admit even if you ended up back with Natasha, you knew you'd never love her the same.

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Natasha laid in silence, her eyes trained on the ceiling. She tried her hardest to think about anything else other than you. Anything would be better than the wicked thoughts that taunted her. She knew she deserved it. She was a horrible person that deserved to be tormented for her actions. Her eyes burned with tears as she thought about you; the simple thought of your smile made her stomach hurt because now all she could imagine was the fact that she'd never be the reason for it again.

You were truthfully the best person she'd ever met, and because of her stupid decision, you were out of her life for good. She hated that she was too stupid to see how much she wanted to commit to you. Her chest burned; she wanted nothing more than to go back in time to change everything.

She knew she'd stay home with you and spend the night showering you with nothing but love; that's all she wanted to do right now. She wanted to rush into your home and tell you a billion times that she was sorry, but she knew deep down that it wouldn't be enough, and she was emotionally ready to be turned away. She just wanted to ask to start over with you; she'd hope you'd say yes. "Nat!" Clint's voice boomed before her door swung open; she sat up in her bed, wiping frantically at her watery eyes.

"Listen, Nat! You fucked up, okay? But you can't just lay here forever." his voice was harsh, and it made a knot form in her throat. His tough love always worked before, but as she met his eyes, her lips quivered; it was clear that it wouldn't work this time, so he let out a soft sigh.

"Natty, I know you love her-" he paused to move beside her on her bed, his hand finding a place on her shoulder. She let out a soft sob, her hand coming to fly over her mouth while the other rested against her chest. He reeled her into his chest, holding her close against him. She wasn't a terrible person, she made a mistake, and Natasha needed to own it.

"You hurt her, Natasha... but you're not horrible..." he whispered, caressing her arm as she cried. She felt horrible; she felt like a monster. Her body ached as she cried, gripping onto the man's shirt in agony. Everything was so perfect between you and Natasha; there was never a reason for her to do what she had done. She wished she just spoke to you; you could make all her worries melt away.

Clint hated seeing Natasha in so much pain, he pitted her, but he couldn't help but be mad at her. He set you two up after months of Natasha pining over you; why would she ever want to mess that up? He could see how insanely flawless the relationship was; he could never justify her actions even if he tried.

"I just want to talk to her." she cried out, causing the man to sigh; he was her friend before anyone else's, so with that thought, he pulled his phone if his pocket and dialed your number. It perked her curiosity as the phone rang, and when it connected, she could hear your soft voice echo through the phone; it eased her completely.

"hey, kid," he spoke softly, causing you to hum lightly, greeting the man. You knew why he called; you didn't have the strength to hang up; you wanted to hear her. "is Natasha there?" you asked softly, your eyes fluttered closed, your heart pounded as you waited for his response.

"yeah..." he answered after some time, his gaze snapping down to the girl with tearful eyes. "she wanted to talk to you," he whispered, causing you to rub gently at the bridge of your nose. You shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but you wanted to. It scared you how much you actually wanted to speak to her; you hardly went that long without her, and now it had been nearly a month of no contact. You missed her; it was a haste decision when you uttered out, "put her on."

Natasha loved Clint at the moment; with shaky hands, she took the phone, watching as he got up and left. "hey baby," she rasped out, her eyes already watering up. "have you been crying?" you asked softly, rubbing your sweaty hand over your sweatpants. She cleared her throat, leaning back onto her bed to try and ease her nerves.

"Are you okay?" you questioned when you got no response. Natasha expected you to yell at her, tell her that she had no right to be so sad when all this mess was her fault but instead, you were the same usual soft, compassionate person that she fell in love with.

"I just miss you." her voice shook as her eyes began to flow freely once again; if she closed her eyes, she could see you, your bright smile that always managed to make her heart race. "I miss you too." it gave her hope that she shouldn't have. she tightened her hand over the phone, holding it so close to her ear so she couldn't miss out on anything you had to say.

"I know why you did it, Nat... I was scared too," you stated, your eyes clouded with tears, and your throat burned. "but I loved you, Natasha, and I was just so ready to be with you forever." That hurt her; hearing your voice break physically pained her more than anything ever could.

"I wish I could take it back. I only want you." this was a moment of weakness, you knew that, but Natasha's voice was so genuine and soft.

"Natty, as much as I want to tell you to come over, I can't, baby." The usual pet name rolled over your tongue too quickly; you hardly caught it until it sounded into the phone. "I know," she whispered, tugging her blanket over her body to form some comfort. "I'm sorry."

"I forgive you."

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"I spoke to her," you whispered to your friend as she lounged in your bed, helping you find an outfit for Tony's wedding. She sat up swiftly, her eyes trained on you. "why?" she tried her best to keep her emotions at bay, but it was hard as she gazed at you.

"Clint called." you shrugged, moving to the mirror to look over the tight dress you pulled on. You could still see wanda in the mirror, roll her eyes. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

"you aren't thinking about getting back with her, are you?" she questioned, her heart cracking when you shrugged. "I don't know, wanda, maybe." You ran a hand through your hair when she huffed out.

"That's the dumbest shit-"

"I thought you wanted me to be happy!" you suddenly turned, inching your way over to wanda, anger dripping from your words. Why couldn't she be a good friend and tell you that getting back with her isn't that terrible. she shot up from the bed, nearing you, causing your breathing to hitch as you looked up at her. "not with her." you huffed lightly, moving to turn away from her but she caught your wrist.

"Why do you care so much, wanda? It's my life!"

"Because I love you! I can't stand to see you get hurt again," she yelled out; she never raised her voice at you before, but tensions were so high, she couldn't control it. "I've watched you fall in love with her time after time. I can't do this anymore!" with that, the witch left you there, your breathing uneven. Your thoughts were scattered as you tried to understand it all; Wanda loved you.

How couldn't you see it before? Now that you thought about it, it was painfully obvious. The girl had been practically throwing herself at you for years; you always just figured it was friendly and innocent. You knew everything was different now, though.

You moved quickly through your home, eager to find the woman who just confessed her love for you. You managed to run down the stairs just in time for Wanda to be opening up your front door. "Wanda!" you sounded desperate as you called out for her. she let out a soft sigh, turning her head to glance over at you.

Wanda softened when she noticed the faint tears that clouded your eyes. "Don't go." you pleaded; her lips parted when you choked out a sob.

"Don't leave me, Wanda," you begged, and in an instant, she shut the door before making her way over to you with open arms. You cried out when she embraced you tightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. You wrapped your arms around her shoulders, nuzzling your face into her neck.

Wanda knew this would take some work, but she was willing to try if you were.

----- When Natasha first saw you, she was starstruck. Natasha felt the same way she did the first night she met you, like a high schooler with a crush, but then she noticed how your fingers laced with Wanda's. It was a couple of months since the breakup, she still felt broken up about it, but you looked like you were happy. The way you grinned when you embraced Pepper and congratulated her made Natasha's heart pound.

It should've been the two of you who were celebrating your marriage but instead, she was staring at you from across the bar, not daring to make a move to talk to you. She didn't want to ruin your night. She'd do anything to ensure that smile stayed on your lips. You were all that Natasha wanted; she was sure you'd be the one she let getaway.

When the music slowed, you didn't hesitate to urge Wanda to dance with you, and she agreed quickly. Her hands rested gently across your waist as she stared down at you with pure adoration. "You know..." you started, your hand coming up to rest gently against her cheek. She leaned into your palm, beaming at you.

"I want this if you can give me the time." wanda leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead; wanda could wait forever just an ounce of your love. She has waited this long; if you needed time to heal, she could give you that.

"Take your time, baby." her voice came out so soft, and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips. You wanted to thank her, but you knew words wouldn't be enough; wanda had been there whenever you needed her; you felt like there was only one way you could really repay her, so you leaned forward and caught her lips in a gentle kiss. It was quick, but it proved that you were serious.

Honestly, you always had a slight crush on Wanda way before Natasha; you swept it under the rug when you met the spy, but now as you stared up at her, your heart swooned. It scared you, but you knew better than to imagine Wanda ever hurting you.

"Don't hurt me," you whispered out, leaning your head against her shoulder; she let out a gentle sigh. She knew you'd have so many underline trust issues because of Natasha, but Wanda could never imagine herself ever doing something like that. You were so sweet and precious; all Wanda wanted to do was protect and care for you.

"Never," she promised, her arms growing tight around you, as much as it frightened you, you trusted her.

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As much as you wanted to pretend that Natasha didn't exist that night, you knew you couldn't do that. The only way you could do that was if you had closure. With a shaky breath, you followed the woman out to the balcony, noticing the way she hugged herself for warmth. "Hey," you called out, your voice wary when she turned.

She knew she lost you when you looked at her with a gentle smile, you extending your hand offering the drink you had brought for her, she took it, thanking you lightly. "so wanda?" she questioned softly, you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips at the thought of the girl.

"yeah..." you uttered out, wrapping your arms around yourself when the breeze blew. "I always had that feeling," Natasha confessed, offering you a tiny, almost knowing smile. You wondered if that's why she grew so hesitant.

"what do you mean?" you raised your eyebrow, looking out into the view. It was calming to be so high up, looking over the city. "You never looked at me the way you did her." she shrugged; her eyes lingered on you as you stood next to her. "I did love you," you whispered, snapping your gaze over to her; she nodded. "I love you," she expressed, her smile turning sad. "but I'm happy for you." you sigh, leaping forward to embrace the woman.

She needed that; she honestly did. She felt eased as she held onto you, not quite ready to let you go, and she was glad that you hadn't moved. "we'll be okay." Natasha muttered, causing you to nod, nuzzling your face into her neck. You knew that you and Natasha could be friends; everything would work out the way it supposed to, and that thought left you content.

"you ready to go, baby?" her voice boomed, causing you to break apart from the hug, looking over at the woman in the doorway who held her jacket open for you. You smiled lightly, moving away from Natasha to greet Wanda, slipping yourself into the coat when she held it up for you.

"I'll see you later, Nat." she nodded, looking over at the both of you as wanda's hand slipped into your own. "See you." she smiled weakly at you, and then you turned with wanda and left her there. As much as her body ached, she was glad you were okay. She understood that she fucked it up; she'd have to live with that for the rest of her life.

If she was honest, she still felt a thread of hope, even if it was absurd to think. Crazier things have happened in her life; maybe she was just in denial, or perhaps she was right. After all, you always ended up back with her.

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nothoughtsonlynat · 3 years ago

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Resurrect Me: Part 2 (N.R.)

Part One

Huge shoutout to @confusinggemini612 who requested this a loooong time ago and I’m just now getting to it (I am so sorry for the wait). I hope this is what you had in mind :)

Warnings: swearing; PTSD; mentions of suicide/self-sacrifice

Word count: 2.6k

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

The cool breeze blows through my hair, the hand in mine being the only source of warmth in the chill of the Russian countryside. As we walk closer, a chorus of pigs snorting fills my ears. Natasha had given me a brief rundown and a quick pep talk before taking me to meet her family. Now, it was game time.

“Are you ready?”

“Not in the slightest,” I respond to the redhead.

“Let’s do it then,” she says with a smirk, to which I reply with a scoff.

We walk through the gate and enter the small house, immediately hearing three distinct voices, each laced with a thick Russian accent. The voices hush as the door closes behind us, and a blonde woman is the first to greet us.

“Ah, сестра! Mom and Dad are flirting again, let’s make a run for it,” Yelena whisper-yells.

“So put a sedative in their vodka or something, I don’t know,” Natasha replies. I’m not sure if I should introduce myself or not, so I just stand there awkwardly.

“They are both spies, they’re not going to fall for- actually, Alexei would, but Mom would never fall for that,” Yelena pauses as she notices me. She looks me from head to toe and squints before her lips quirk into a smirk. “And who might this be? Is this your little girlfriend?”

“Yelena, don’t be an ass,” Nat grumbles with a scowl.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Yelena hums before turning back to Natasha. “She’s definitely your girlfriend.”

“Oh shut up,” Natasha whines, walking further into the house. I look at Yelena and nod in confirmation before following Nat. I hear her whisper “I knew it” from behind me, causing me to laugh. Natasha turns to give me a questioning look, but I just brush it off with a shrug and a smirk. She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by a deep, booming voice.

“Natasha! Welcome home! Look at this, all my girls back together again! It is so nice to see you,” Alexei says, moving forward to pinch Natasha’s cheeks. She gently pushes him away with a scowl, and I can’t tell if she’s really uncomfortable or not. Either way, it brings my guard up, ready to defend her.

“And who might this be?” Alexei questions, turning to face me.

“Dad, this is Y/N,” she says before I can answer. I offer a kind smile.

Yelena, who had made her way to the kitchen table with a bottle of vodka, says “She’s Natasha’s girlfriend.”

“Thank you for the input, Yelena,” Natasha says with a tight-lipped smile.

“Girlfriend, huh? When did that happen? Natasha, I was not aware that you, uh, how do you say? Swing that way?” A dark-haired woman slaps his arm for his comment and he exclaims, “Ow!”

“Pay him no mind, Natasha. He is a bit slow, but Mama always knew. You were not very discreet about the way you looked at that Hannah girl in Ohio. And as for you, it is nice to meet you. I’m Melina, what is your name?” Her demeanor is friendly, but her gaze is skeptical. She’s probably already planning how to kill me if she decides that I’m not good enough for her daughter.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, too,” I say with a nervous smile.

“Alright, guys, that’s enough. Please stop harassing my girlfriend,” Natasha says with a sigh.

“Come, sit,” Yelena commands with a wave, still sitting at the kitchen table.

I sit across from her and Natasha sits next to me. Melina and Alexei follow soon after, with Alexei sitting at the head of the table and Melina sitting next to Yelena.

“Here you go,” Yelena says as she slides me a shot glass full of vodka. I clink it against hers in the air and down it in one go, grimacing at the burn. “Are you alright?” Yelena asks with a smirk, clearly enjoying my agony.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great. Just not used to Russian vodka, that’s all.” Yelena nods, satisfied with my answer, before going to pour me another shot.

Natasha stops her by saying, “Yelena, no more vodka. You’re going to kill her.”

“You’re no fun,” the younger sister says, but complies, nonetheless.

“Natasha, you are slouching again. Sit up straight,” Melina interjects.

“Mom, I’m not slouching. I told you I don’t slouch,” Nat protests.

“So how did you two meet?” Yelena asks, interrupting the banter.

“Oh, we met in New York during the invasion, when the Avengers were formed,” I answer.

“You are an Avenger! I knew you looked familiar. Tell me, does Captain America ever mention me, the great Red Guardian? I could kick his ass, you know. I’ve done it before,” Alexei says, causing the three Russian women to groan and complain.

“That never happened, Dad,” Yelena mumbles at the same time Natasha says, “He doesn’t talk about you because you guys have never met.”

I raise my eyebrows at them. They seem awfully familiar with this conversation; how often does Alexei say this crap?

“So, Y/N. What happened when you guys brought everyone back? How did you do it? Natasha won't tell me,” Yelena questions. I chuckle nervously, glancing at Natasha, who is clearly uncomfortable with this topic of discussion.

“Um, I don’t know if I should… It’s complicated, really,” I say, trailing off.

“Yelena, stop. It doesn’t matter. And don’t put her in the middle of things,” Natasha responds, defending me. An awkward silence fills the room until Alexei speaks up again.

“He really hasn’t mentioned me? Have you even asked him about me?”

<//>

“Why won’t you tell them what happened?” I ask quietly. It’s nighttime now, and I’m lying in bed next to Nat in the guest room. She seemed so uncomfortable, and it’s been worrying me since.

“They just don’t need to know,” she replies shortly

“But they got snapped away, Natty. Don’t you think they deserve more of an explanation than what they’ve seen on the news?”

“Don’t tell me what to do with my family, Y/N.” Her sharp tone feels like a blade to the heart, but I take a deep breath and soften my resolve, knowing that she’s only snapping at me because something else is upsetting her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push. I just, I can tell that something is upsetting you. You can’t just bottle stuff up, Nat. It doesn’t have to be me if you’re not comfortable, but you need to talk to someone about it.”

She doesn’t respond immediately. “I’ve told them. I gave them the basics: Thanos snapped people away, we time traveled, got magical stones, snapped people back, and then killed Thanos. That satisfied my parents, but Yelena wants to know the whole story.”

“And you’re not comfortable retelling it?”

“Parts of it are bearable, but… I can’t think about it. You almost killed yourself for me, Y/N. You did die for me. I can’t think about that day, let alone tell my baby sister about it,” she says. Her voice is quiet, breaking as the tears flood her eyes. I pull her head into my chest and run my fingers through her hair.

“I’m right here, Natty. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. You don’t have to tell anyone about what happened. I was terrified of losing you on Vormir. I hate talking about it, too.”

“Is that why you went to Dr. Garcia?”

“Partly. There were other reasons, too.” I hesitated before continuing. “I kept hearing the tortured screams. When I slept, in my head, everywhere I went. I heard them all the time. And I would get random whiffs of burning flesh. As you know, I went to the Underworld when I ‘died’ and I guess it just affected me more than I had originally thought.”

“Angel, why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“I didn’t want to worry you, or freak you out. The whole thing was pretty weird. For a while, I honestly thought I was haunted. It was probably pretty selfish, but I didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“You could never scare me away. But just to be clear, you aren’t haunted, right?”

I laugh quietly. “No, I am not haunted. A mild case of PTSD, but I’m doing better now. The therapy helped a lot.”

“Do you think it would help me? I still get nightmares sometimes...of you going over that cliff. I just, I close my eyes and you’re gone, and I hate it.”

“I’m so sorry, my love. I hate how much pain I’ve caused you. But I do think it would help. We can find someone when we get back home, yeah?”

“Yeah. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Natty.”

<//>

“Just do it! It will be fun! I will go easy, I swear,” Yelena begs.

“Okay, fi-”

“No! No way in Hell. You are not sparring with her,” Natasha argues.

“I’ll be fine. Worst case scenario, she kicks my ass,” I say.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure the worst case scenario would be if I accidentally killed you,” Yelena says flatly. “But that won’t happen! Please, Natasha. I want to see what she’s got,” she pleads with a pout.

Natasha sighs and rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath about us being a bunch of children. “Fine, but if you so much as scratch her-”

“Y/N will be fine. Come on,” Yelena says, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the backyard.

Thirty minutes later, I’m flat on my back in the grass, wheezing. I groan as I attempt to sit up, the whole world spinning as I do.

“Yelena! What the hell did I say?! You literally threw her,” Natasha yells.

“No, no. I’m good,” I say weakly.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting her to be so...defenseless.”

“I am not defenseless,” I counter.

“You cannot even throw a punch,” the blonde deadpans.

“That doesn’t make her defenseless,” Nat says as she helps me to my feet. “She could take every single one of you out right now without even moving.”

From a few feet away, Melina quirks an eyebrow and Alexei mumbles “she could not take me out.”

“You are delusional, Natasha. How are we supposed to trust this woman to protect you when she cannot even protect herself?”

“She can protect both of us just fine, Yelena. Not that I need anyone’s protection.”

“Your sister has a point,” Melina tells Nat. “Sorry, Y/N,” she adds. I open my mouth to speak, but don’t even know what to say. This is my worst nightmare.

“You must be able to punch when you are in trouble! Much like I did to Captain America back in the day,” Alexei adds.

“Alright, enough. I’ll have you know that Y/N is one of the most powerful Avengers. Actually, she’s a literal goddess,” Natasha snaps.

“Well, of course you would think so. You are her girlfriend,” Melina says.

“Guys, I’m being serious!”

“Do not get snappy with us. We are just looking out for you,” Alexei says.

“I don’t need-”

“Somebody has to be there to keep you safe, and this girl could not bring harm to a plant,” Melina remarks.

“I’m literally standing right here,” I mumble under my breath.

“She literally saved my life! How is that not keeping me safe?!” My eyes widen; what happened to not revealing that tidbit of information?

“What do you mean? You saved her life?” Yelena asks as she turns to address me.

“If it wasn’t for her, I would be dead right now. And you guys never would’ve come back,” Natasha retorts, clenching her jaw.

“What? Why? What happened,” Yelena rambles. I can see the worry etched on her face, and it makes her look oddly childlike. It almost makes me want to pull her into a hug, but I’m fairly certain she’d throat punch me if I tried.

“On a planet called Vormir. A life needed to be sacrificed to get one of the Infinity Stones. It was me, Clint, or Y/N. I tried, but Y/N stopped me. That’s what I mean.” Natasha is seething. She clearly didn’t appreciate her family’s doubts.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena addresses Natasha, but no one has the chance to answer her before Melina speaks up.

“If you sacrificed yourself, then how are you here?”

“It’s complicated,” I say with hesitance. “I am technically a goddess. I have many different powers, but most of them deal with death. When I died, I went to the Underworld, where I met my mother, Hecate, who is a goddess. Then, I came back. Resurrection is one of my powers. I know it’s a lot to take in, but that’s the truth.”

It’s silent for a minute as everyone processes my words. Everyone is staring at me with bewilderment, except for Yelena, who hasn’t taken her eyes off of her sister. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and a deep frown rests upon her lips.

“You tried to kill yourself?” Yelena repeats, this time only a whisper. Natasha finally turns to look at her younger sister and her mouth bobs open and closed, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“I didn’t have a choice, Yelena,” Natasha finally says.

“You saved her?” the blonde asks me.

I hesitantly nod my head. “Yes, I guess I did.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, giving a curt nod before turning and walking mechanically back into the house. I awkwardly clear my throat and turn my gaze to the ground.

“Will you show us?” I raise my head to look at Alexei, confusion crossing my features at his request. “Will you show us your powers, I mean.”

“Dad…” Natasha warns.

“No, it’s okay. I can show you a little bit,” I say, right before teleporting away. I watch from a hill in the distance as Alexei looks frantically around him. I can hear him asking where I went, which makes me laugh.

I teleport into the house and walk around, looking for Yelena. I walk into a bedroom and find her sitting on the floor with a bottle of vodka. “Hey, are you okay? We didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m fine. Because learning that your sister almost died and there was nothing you could’ve done to prevent it is so much fun,” she scoffs.

“I’m sorry. We probably could’ve broken the news a bit softer.” I sit on the ground next to her, leaving about a foot of space between us.

“It’s not your fault,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“Don’t be. I am a horrible fighter,” I joke. She chuckles slightly, nodding in agreement.

“That you are. Can I see some of your magic, or whatever it is?” I hold out my hand and black mist dances above it with eerie elegance. I close my fist as it fades away, lowering my hand.

“Cool,” she says with a crooked smile. We hear the front door open and three sets of footsteps entering the house. I hear Nat calling my name.

“You okay?” I check one last time.

“I’m good. Thank you, Y/N, for saving my sister.”

“I’d do anything for her, Yelena. You don’t have to thank me for it.”

The bedroom door opens and Natasha’s head pokes in. “Y/N, we thought you’d completely left for a minute. Everything okay in here?”

Yelena and I look at each other and I look back to Natasha, overwhelmed with love for the redead. I smile and say, “Yeah, everything is just fine.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Black Widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha x reader #yelena belova

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wannabe-fic-writer · 4 years ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Long Way From Home Part 2

Summary: You and Natasha are left with the realization of what your future holds.

Genre: Fluff

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 2,408

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You weren’t entirely sure what to expect after Katya’s return home. Hope led you to believe that the situation would draw yourself and Natasha closer. But realism made you understand that if/when that ever happens, it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

Natasha was even more shocked than you were to find out that Katya was her daughter from the future. That shock went even deeper when she realized that Katya’s other parent was you.

Maybe it was that realization that pushed her to stay away from you. And you didn’t want to further push her away by being overbearing.

So for the first few days, you’d given her all the space she needed. You resolved to not speak to her unless she spoke first, you made sure she knew you were there whenever she was ready but didn’t become annoying about it.

But days turned to weeks and she hadn’t said or done anything. With the knowledge of what the future held in your head, coupled with the feelings you already had towards Natasha, you decided to take a different approach.

Switching some things around on your personal and work schedule, you made it so that the two of you spent more time together: working out and training, going on missions, having breakfast together whenever she was actually hungry. Hell you even volunteered to do public appearances with her and everyone knows how much you hate those.

It was all in an attempt to get the woman you cared so deeply for to at least speak to you.

Luckily, it worked. Whatever the case may have been, her noticing the effort you were putting into being there for her or her getting annoyed with how persistent you are, she started to strike up little conversations when you were together.

None of the topics ever held much weight but they seemed to make you both happier, helped lift that tension between you two.

In a few weeks you two grew closer, as you’d hoped, occasionally throwing the term friend around which definitely grabbed the attention of your teammates, especially those who knew exactly how you felt about the redhead.

While neither of you brought up Katya or what her presence meant, both of you thought about it a lot. With good reason.

Having learned what you did from Banner during the “Time Heist”, you know that it’s possible that in this particular timeline you and Natasha don’t get together, or maybe you do but you break up, or you just never get married, or don’t have kids, or you adopt so you never have Katya. You’d have to talk to Doctor Strange to know the true number of possibilities but your head was ready to explode whenever you thought about it so you were fine not knowing.

The one thing you hoped with all hope, was that you kept Natasha in your life. No matter what the future became you just wanted- you needed Natasha there.

Only problem is, after all that progress you’d made in your relationship with her, everything stopped. Conversations, hanging out, seeing each other around, going on missions together. All of it went away. And it wasn’t because of you.

With how much your new schedule allowed you to see Natasha, you wouldn’t have dared to change it. Which let you know that it was her schedule that changed. Better put, she changed her schedule.

You aren’t sure what you’d done. The last time you spent together, the two of you had watched some movie that she really wanted to see. Conversation flowed freely, laughs and smiles exchanged in between. You’d ended up falling asleep during the sequel of the movie and woke up to her in your arms, her head tucked under your chin.

The moment had left you feeling completely content so, with her soft breaths against your neck and your arms wrapped around each other, you fell back to sleep with ease. Only to wake up to her gone. And you hadn’t seen her around since.

After everything, after all of that, you refused to take steps back. You’d fight for her until she told you to stop.

“Um, anyone see Natasha?” You ask, stepping into the kitchen.

Today marks a week of not seeing the redhead around as she continues to dodge you. You had been looking all over her, your search interrupted by Steve calling you and Bucky into a meeting regarding your last mission with him. But now that it’s over you’re back to looking for her.

Sam, Bucky, and Wanda look up at you as you walk in. Your brunette friend raises her eyebrows at your question, tilting her head in silent curiosity.

Chuckling quietly, Sam asks,“ she still avoiding you?” His eyebrows wiggle slightly as he asks, amusement in his eyes.

You raise your eyebrow,“ I’m sorry Wilson I don’t understand what’s funny.” You tilt your head challengingly at him.“ Last I checked she’s still not giving you the time of day at all.”

Bucky and Wanda snort, struggling to hold in their laughs. Wanda bites her lip and turns away from Sam, having to sit her mug of tea down as she finally lets her laugh out. Which breaks Bucky’s resolve. Splutters of laughter leaving both of them as they face away from you and Sam.

He smacks his lips and waves you off,“ it ain’t even that funny.” He grumbles and looks down at his lunch.

“What’s not funny?”

Your eyebrows raise at the voice behind you, eyes slightly widening in hope as you spin around. Green eyes look into yours and Natasha’s pink lips press into a thin line before she turns on her heel and walks away.

Looking back at the trio, you point at the spot Natasha had been in with a disbelieving chuckle. Only to have Wanda shoo you away, gesturing for you to go after Natasha. Understanding what she means, you immediately take off after the ex-assassin.

Luckily for you she hadn’t gone far.

You turn the corner and see her marching down the hallway. She’s moving much faster than you’d like, not giving you time to truly appreciate the tight yoga pants and tank top that adorn her body.

Instead you focus on catching up with her, which doesn’t take much due to your enhanced genetics. Catching up to her just before she can get to her bedroom door, you reach out to grab her arm, gently pulling her back.

Only for her to twist her hand, grabbing your wrist and nearly slamming you into the wall, your arm twisted behind your back. You know if she wanted to she could make this hurt but she doesn’t. Most likely using it to intimidate you as she speaks.

“Stop following me Y/Ln.” She practically hisses through clenched teeth.

You turn your head to look at her over your shoulder.“ Usually I’d agree to that but not this time. I think I deserve some answers Tash.”

Using the little nickname causes her hold on you to loosen, her jaw unclenching.“ Don’t call me that.”

“Fine,” you huff, shoulders dropping as you turn your head slightly to hide your smirk.“ Just talk to me Natty.”

Her eyes roll and she drops your arm, stepping to the side and pushing her bedroom door open. Your eyes widen and you slip inside before the fingerprinted door closes and locks behind her.

She quickly spins around as you step in and the door closes. Irritation writes across her features even deeper than before.

“You can turn your ass right back around Y/Ln. I told you to stop following me.” Her arms cross over her chest.

Shaking your head you say,“ and I told you no.” A frown forms on your face as you look at her. Staring into those green eyes causes your feelings to swell.“ Don’t you see how this is hurting me? Being ignored by someone I care about without a single explanation as to why? And you can pretend that you don’t but it’s obviously affecting you too or you wouldn’t be so upset with me trying to talk to you.”

“Y/n just leave it alone. If I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to talk.” She tries to brush it off.“ We’ve gone without talking to each other before so just, go back to that.”

For a second you’re ready to walk away, catch her at a better time but you were done chasing her.“ No. I don’t want that and I don’t think you do either. Stop avoiding me and your feelings and just talk to me!” Your frustration pulls the words from your brain out of your mouth in an exasperated exclamation.

Natasha wastes no time returning the frustration.“ No okay!” She shouts, running her fingers through her hair.“ I don’t like feeling like this so I don’t want to talk about it!”

Eyebrows pinching together, you tilt your head in confusion.“ Feeling like what, Natasha?” A heavy sigh falls from your lips.“ You aren’t telling me something and it’s killing me.”

Silence falls between you, once again stirring up that frustration.

“What feeling?” You beg her to tell you, more thankful than ever for soundproof walls, otherwise the whole team would hear your yelling.

She glares at you as if you’d personally offended her, then shouts,“ like I’m falling in love with you!” Her hands rise and fall with her words. Resting at her sides in clenched fists as she keeps shouting.

You drop your hands, shoulders sagging as you feel your heart swell. It seems to start beating a mile a minute and your face softens.“ You’re falling in love with me?”

“Yes. No! I don’t know.” Her voice strains as if she’s choking up.“ I don’t know if this is real or not. Just because Katya exists in some future doesn’t mean that she exists in ours. It doesn’t mean that we’re supposed to be together.”

Those words, that simple expression of her feelings makes you realize that she’s been thinking about the exact same things you had been.

It’s not like what you’ve been feeling towards Natasha was forced. But you did worry if it was all just you subconsciously trying to make that future with Katya happen. Except you knew it wasn’t.

She: Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, ex-assassin/superhero, she’d had your heart long before Katya ever arrived. You fought it tooth and nail because the two of you weren’t on good terms but truth is, you’ve loved her since your first undercover mission almost 15 years ago.

The first time your best friend had pressed her lips against yours in a sweet kiss meant to distract and deter your targets, you knew you loved her. Maybe she didn’t feel what you did then but she’s feeling it now.

“I love you.” You tell her, watching as she stops ranting and looks at you with scared eyes. Giving her a soft smile, you take a cautious step closer, reaching forward to take her hand. You squeeze it, as if to let her know that this is real, that what you’re about to say is real.

“I’ve loved you for a long time now Natasha,” you take her other hand,“ Katya being here, the realization of who her parents are, that hasn’t forced my feelings for you. If anything it made me realize that I didn’t fight hard enough. I just let you go and I was so stupid for that. I should’ve tried harder to keep what we had, I should’ve said something about how I felt before.”

Green eyes bore into yours as you speak, a flood of emotions in them.“ Why say something now then? Why wait until you meet the little girl who we apparently parent? Just because it’s supposed to happen doesn’t mean it has to.” Her tone goes from genuinely curious to irritated in a matter of seconds.

But you don’t let that hinder you. Instead you smile softly at her, letting your honest feelings show in your eyes.“ Because I don’t think we’re supposed to be together. I think we’re meant to be together. Everything we’ve been through together, every laugh and argument, every insult and compliment, it’s all led us to this very moment.”

Fear overtakes her other emotions and it settles in her eyes.

“And yes it’s scary, terrifying even, but that makes it all the more beautiful. We can run from this. We can act like we don’t love each other, act like this isn’t what we want. But we both know that we,” you pull her hands up to press against your chest, knowing she can feel your heart pounding,“ this is home. It’s everything we need and more than we ever could’ve asked for.”

You see the battle in her eyes, you get a little scared that she’ll choose to run from it, so in a last attempt to fight for this you ask,“ don’t you think we’ve been away from home long enough?”

Like the clouds parting when a storm ends, you see Natasha’s eyes light up. They get bright as she stares at you and you finally finally see that gorgeous smile.

She pulls her hand from yours and before you can get dejected about it, she wraps it around the back of your neck and pulls you down.

When she speaks you feel the breath of her words against your lips,“ I’ve been looking for a true home for a long time.”

You understand exactly what she’s trying to convey, you hear the unspoken admission of feelings and you feel her opening the door for you to come in. So you do the same in return.

“I promise I’m not gonna hurt you Romanoff.”

In a split second her lips press against yours and it’s like you’re taken back in time. Those same feelings you’d had when she kissed you for the first time come back tenfold. Soft pink lips mold against yours as you place your free hand on her hip to pull her closer.

For a moment you wish you didn’t have to breathe as you wanted nothing more than to continue to kiss her. But your lungs start to protest at the lack of air so you both reluctantly pull away.

Natasha rests her head on your chest and you wrap your arms around her.

With her in your arms you can’t help but to think: It feels good to be home.

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sunmoonandeddie · 5 years ago

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have you seen baby?

pairing: bucky barnes x reader x natasha romanoff

word count: 3,196

summary: You and your two lovers haven’t gotten to spend much time together. Also, sex pollen.

warnings: Bad words. Filthy, filthy smut. Sex pollen.

a/n: Thank you so much to @cake-writes for this commission! I loved writing it and I really hope you enjoy it!

It’s late.

Well. Relatively late. Nearing three in the afternoon, and Natasha hadn’t seen you. Of course, that barred that morning when she woke up to your pretty face still sleeping beside her. Unfortunately, Bucky was on a mission, otherwise she’d get to see his equally as pretty face on your other side. It was disappointing. There was just something so sweet about waking up to the two loves of her life.

But now, it was almost three, and you hadn’t even emerged from your lab for lunch.

Which is why she headed down two floors to the huge lab that you, Tony, and Bruce shared. You kind of played as an inbetween for the both of them, wanting to know it all and then some. It was precious.

But it also meant that you had a bad habit of getting lost in your work and not emerging for hours or sometimes days. You had been getting better about it, if only because Bucky and Natasha were always on your ass about it.

Which is only because they love you. So much. Like. So so much.

“Have you seen Baby?” Natasha asked Sam, who was wandering through the kitchen after his workout.

He had a protein shake in his hand, sweat dripping from his brow. “No, can’t say I have. And you know you can call her by her name when it comes to other people, right?”

She rolled her eyes and gave him a look. “Her name is Baby.”

“To you.”

“To Bucky and me,” she retorted. “And besides, she doesn’t even respond to her name when it’s coming from us anymore.” A small smile crept up on her lips. “It’s adorable.” But she was on a mission. She had a little box that came in with the mail that’s a present just for you.

And sometimes Bucky, depending on how he was feeling.

But Natasha didn’t like being touched. She liked to give, but never to receive. Her therapist said it had to do with the various traumas that she’d taken on while growing up in the Red Room. Her body had never been her own during that time. She’d been hurt over and over and over again, to the point where someone touching her body in a sexual way sent her into a panic attack.

Bucky was mostly the same way. He had a hard time with sexual touch, though he’d gotten a lot better about it.

It was just one of those things that Natasha had to deal with. Not that it was hard. She loved taking care of you with Bucky’s help. Their little pillow princess.

You were always the smart girl. Some could argue that you were smarter than both Bruce Banner and Tony Stark simply because you knew both fields and then some. You tended to become… obsessed. You had to know more about everything just for the sake of knowing more. But with that, your mind was always going a million miles an hour. Which is why when it came to the bedroom, it was really nice to just be able to let go and not think for a while. You got to be their dumb little baby girl. It was always about you when it came to sex.

When it came to who needed cuddles and affection, that was when it was their turn. You slept in the middle of them, cradled between them like a precious pearl. You fought off their nightmares for them, their fears. You made them see that they were more than the weapons they had been crafted into. You provided relief for each other in different ways.

Before you had come along, Bucky and Natasha’s love had been volatile. They were missing a piece of the puzzle, even if they hadn’t realized it.

And then their precious little princess had been hired on as a scientist, and their lives were forever changed. They knew immediately that you were the one for them, their missing piece.

Of course, it had taken a while to get you to understand just what they wanted. You might be the smartest in the lab, but when it came to relationships…

Which is what brought her to today. You’d been a little… off lately. Of course, that could be because her and Bucky had been on back to back missions for the past few months. There hadn’t been a lot of time for the three of you all together, which was always frustrating. It was the longest amount of time the three of you hadn’t gotten to all be together since becoming a triad.

And they felt even worse when they both had to leave on missions and leave you all by your lonesome.

Maybe they’d get you a kitten. You wouldn’t have time for a puppy, but a cat? You’d love that. A little lab buddy. Or maybe they’d get you one of those senior cats with three legs that was deaf in one ear. Yeah, you’d love that.

But then it would die a lot quicker than a kitten, and they’d have to pick up the pieces because that would destroy you. But then you’d also be so happy that you got to give the cat a really good few years at the end.

Whatever. She’d talk to Bucky about it when he got home and they could make a decision.

But the little box.

The elevator down to the lab seemed to take forever, the silence mocking her since Tony absolutely hated elevator music and refused to let it play in the Tower. But was even more unsettling was the fact that you weren’t in the lab.

“Hey, have you seen Baby?” Natasha asked Tony, who was fiddling with something on his tablet.

“It’s still weird that you call her that to everyone.”

“It’s her name.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Her name is—”

“Baby,” Natasha said, glaring at him. “Yes, I know. Have you seen her?”

“You disgust me.” The man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. “I think she went down to the spare testing room. Something about an unknown vapor.”

An unknown vapor? You hadn’t mentioned that. Then again, you’d been kinda quiet lately.

She headed down another few floors, bearing the silence as she went through a mental list of things she needed to get done. It was your birthday soon. She needed to make sure all three of you could get off, and she’d plan something really special. You deserved it.

The testing room you’re in has all floor to ceiling windows for walls, but she can’t see you.

“Strange,” she muttered under her breath. She headed for the doors, and her eyes widened as she saw you through the glass.

You were lying on the ground, sweat dripping from your brow, with your hand in your pants. From the… rapid way your hand was moving, there was no mistaking what was happening.

But why the hell were you touching yourself right there where anyone could walk by and see you?! Not that she didn’t like it. She loved watching you touch yourself and she often ordered you to when she was in a dominating mood. It was so much fun watching you edge yourself.

No, it was the whole public thing that was confusing her.

You looked up as she started to push the doors open, her eyes widening. “N-Natasha, no!” You shouted.

But it was too late. A sickly sweet substance filled her nose, and seconds later, she felt a strange heat creeping up over her. What the hell was happening? And why did her skin feel so warm?

“N-Natasha,” you whimpered, rolling on your side. Your fingers were still rubbing desperately at your clit, trying to find some kind of release. “Nattie, it hurts. It hurts. M-Make it stop.”

And god damn it. Her precious lover begging her to make whatever it was stop hurting? She was gonna figure out a way to make it stop hurting.

She crawled towards her, frowning as she saw a broken test tube on the floor. “What the hell is this?” She couldn’t read the label on it, the ink smeared. Tossing it to the side, she finally made it to you. “W-What hurts, Baby? What hurts?”

Your glassy eyes were wild as your hips bucked up in the air, a vein on your forehead popping out. “F-Fuck me. Fuck me, Nattie, please,” she begged, whining desperately. “Oh, my god, I need it. I need it. Please.”

“H-Here? Baby, wha—”

“Natasha, please, I am literally beg… begging you. Please,” you cried, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Well. It’s a good thing she brought the box with her. She ripped it open, pulling out the new harness that she ordered with it. “Okay. Okay, angel, but you gotta let me get my strap on, okay?” She asked sweetly as she stripped down. She didn’t care who saw. She had to help her baby girl.

Your response of a weak whimper only made her go faster.

She practically ripped off your clothes, a groan tearing its way out of her throat as she spread your legs. You were so wet it was obscene, your poor little clit swollen.

“Oh, pretty girl,” she cooed as she ran her fingers through your slick folds, slipping two in with ease. “You didn’t ask permission to touch yourself, sweetheart… But I think I can let this time slide…” With her one free hand, she pulled the new dildo out of its packaging, smirking at the whimper that escaped your lips as you saw it.

It was pretty. Really pretty. Eight inches, made of that realistic feeling silicone, and a gorgeous opal color. Her and Bucky ordered it especially with you in mind, since opals are your favorite.

“N-Natasha, please…” You grinded against her fingers, your pussy clenching as you tried to get more.

“Oh, good girl… You look so pretty, Baby.” She used her one hand to attach the dildo to the harness, her eyes flicking back and forth between the heat between your legs and her fumbling fingers as she finally got it secure. She ran it through your folds, getting it nice and slicked up.

That’s when the doors opened again, the familiar sound of size twelve boots coming towards them. “What the hell is that smell and why are you two—” Bucky broke off as he felt the heat. “Oh, shit.”

Natasha grinned as she looked over at Bucky. They were both clearly feeling the heat that the mysterious substance had caused, but not nearly as bad as you were. “I caught our little baby touching herself without permission… out where anyone could walk by and see her.”

The third member of your triad was already working on undoing his belt, tearing it off so quickly that it ripped a few of his belt loops, leaving little holes in his pants. “Has our baby been a little naughty?” He asked as he stripped down, kicking off his boots. He grasped your face with his metal hand, the cool digits a welcome reprieve to the heat that had overwhelmed you. “Princess, have you been a bad girl? Huh?” He lightly slapped your cheek, just enough to get you to answer. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer, sweetheart.”

You nodded, whining as you nuzzled your head against his cool hand, the angle hurting your neck a little since you were still on your back. “Yes. Yes, Bucky. I’ve been so bad, I’m so sorry…” You looked up at him with glittering eyes, your cheeks tear stained. “I need you. Please.”

His blue eyes were soft as he leaned down, stealing a soft kiss from your swollen lips. “What’s your safeword, Baby?” He asked, his free hand wrapping around his swollen cock.

“Bracelet.”

“And if you can’t talk?” Natasha probed, still sliding her strap through your folds.

Your hand wrapped around Bucky’s wrist, squeezing twice.

“Good girl,” he said, kissing you once more. His strong hands flipped you over easily, placing you on your hands and knees.

Almost immediately after, Natasha’s hand came down on your ass, causing you to jerk forward. “You better suck Bucky’s cock, Baby,” she said as a smirk curled up the edges of her lips. “If you want me to fuck you, you better put that pretty mouth to good use.”

“But—”

“Did she stutter, angel?” Bucky asked as he grabbed her chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Tasha gave you an order. Are you going to be a good girl and listen?” His flesh thumb ran over your plump bottom lip. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl for us? Huh?”

Fuck. Yeah, you did. You always wanted to be a good girl for your two lovers.

Matching moans fell from Bucky and Natasha’s mouths as your tongue flicked out to slide up his length, circling around the head. You always gave absolutely filthy head, your eyes watering as you choked around his length.

As you took him all the way, Natasha slid her strap into your wet heat, all the way to the hilt. You let out a choked moan, your eyes wide as she started to thrust in and out of you. Her fingers dug into your hips deliciously, the acrylics she kept at a relatively short length leaving little crescent moon indents. You loved it. The pain felt so fucking good.

“We should’ve made you wear your butt plug, Baby.” Bucky’s jaw clenched as he reached to gather some of your slick on his finger, before circling it around your tight hole. “Could’ve had you waiting for us to fuck you proper while I was on a mission all week…”

Natasha’s hips slammed against yours as she pressed her lips to Bucky’s. “We don’t use the diamond one enough considering how much we paid for it.”

You pulled off of Bucky’s cock with a pop, glaring at the two of them. “Is this the time to be talking about how often we use the butt plug?”

“Did I say you could stop sucking my cock?” Bucky growled as he grabbed your face and started throat-fucking you. “It’s been too long since we put you in your place, angel. You’re getting mouthy.”

“She’s always been mouthy.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Natasha and Bucky’s thrusts sent waves of pleasure through you. The heat that had consumed your body was faded, and all you could think about was making your doms feel good.

All the background noise that had been in your mind over the past few weeks was gone, drowned out by the praises coming from your lovers. All the self-doubt that coursed through your mind was gone when they loved you like this.

You choked around Bucky’s cock as you came suddenly, the release coming over you like a wave.

It only seemed to spur them on more as Natasha fucked you that much harder, Bucky’s fingers scratching soothingly against your scalp as he got closer and closer to the edge. You could always tell when he was close by the way his thrusts got more and more sloppy.

Natasha’s hand reached down and around to rub your clit, the pretty opal dildo sliding in and out of you with ease. She wished she had her phone if just so she could record the moans falling from you and Bucky’s mouths.

Hell, she’d make it her fucking ringtone.

It wasn’t long before Bucky came with a shout, spilling down your throat.

He groaned, his head falling back as he felt you licking him clean. He let you finish before pulling out, getting on his knees and kissing you sweetly.

Your eyes were dazed, a little bit of cum you hadn’t swallowed dribbling out of your mouth. You looked so damn pretty like that. Dumb from pleasure.

“You gonna cum again for us, Baby?” He asked sweetly, holding your face in his hands.

A nod, your lips starting to move to form words but not quite getting there. Adorable.

He watched it coming. Watched as your breath hitched and your eyes rolled back in your head before you let out a cry. You blacked out as your second orgasm ripped through you, violently like an earthquake. A force of nature.

“Seriously? In the lab?!” Tony demanded, glaring at them from the entrance. “What the hell happened?!”

Bucky and Natasha were very blasé faire about their own nudity, but they didn’t like anyone else seeing you. The redhead reached for the little test tube that she’d tossed to the side when she’d first gotten there as he covered you up with his leather jacket, cradling your exhausted body to his chest. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead as he rocked you back and forth.

“I think it was whatever was in this,” Natasha said as she looked at it curiously, trying to make out what the writing on the label was. “... Sexus… Pollinis?”

Tony grumbled as he walked over and grabbed the tube, looking it over. “It’s literally Latin for sex pollen. Which probably means exactly what we think.”

“Is that what the smell in the air was?” Bucky asked.

Natasha nodded. “I think most of it spilled on her, which is why she was so affected but we weren’t.”

“Okay. I’ll… clean all this stuff up,” Tony said. “Get her out of here and in a bed. Or a bath.” He shook his head as he started to call for the robots that mopped the floor. “Animals.”

You came to in your shared room, curled up between them in your giant tub. “Wha’ happened?”

“Hey, baby girl,” Bucky cooed, his fingers massaging your sore shoulders. “How do you feel?”

For some reason, you started crying. It just came over you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Natasha said, cupping your face and wiping your tears. “Baby, what’s going on? Huh? Talk to us…”

“I-I’ve just been f-feeling so alone a-and this is the first time w-we’ve all been together in two m-months,” you whimpered in a shattered glass voice, barely able to string together a full sentence through your hiccups. “A-And you’ve been gone s-so often that all I can think is m-maybe I’m j-just here because you’re both d-dominants and needed a s-s-submissive!”

Bucky and Natasha’s faces both fell and they squeezed you that much closer to them.

“Oh, Baby, no,” Natasha said. Her heart hurt as she realized that that’s why you’ve been so off lately. “We love you so much. So, so much.”

“I think it’s time we stopped going on so many missions anyway, Baby,” Bucky added, his fingers tickling up and down your back. “I’m tired of not being home with my girls.”

“Really?” You asked softly, looking at him like he’d just told you he’d give you the moon.

“Yeah,” Natasha said, bringing your hand to her lips. She pressed a kiss to your left ring finger as her eyes met Bucky’s, a knowing look on his face. Maybe soon there’d be a ring on that finger. “Really, Baby.”

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starlitangels · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,972 times in 2022

That's 1,908 more posts than 2021!

1,154 posts created (59%)

818 posts reblogged (41%)

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I tagged 1,779 of my posts in 2022

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#redacted asmr - 828 posts

#answered - 393 posts

#nice people saying nice things - 317 posts

#fic - 194 posts

#redacted darlin' - 119 posts

#pups au - 118 posts

#redacted david - 110 posts

#redacted audio - 109 posts

#redacted avior - 108 posts

#darlin' - 92 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#doesn’t even have to be like a character anon just someone tell me that it’s okay and periods suck but it’ll be alright or something

My Top Posts in 2022:

Has anyone in this fandom ever brought up the sheer amount of filthy innuendoes that would occur if Gavin ever had occasion to meet Angel?

Because if you tell me they wouldn’t make a competition out of who could make the absolute dirtiest innuendo out of normal conversation I would simply not believe you.

290 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

A headcanon

Milo is a brave, tough wolf

Sweetheart is a badass investigator

They both still pick up Aggro and hold him in the direction of any spider that gets into their apartment so he can kill it

320 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

Pups

Hey y’all! This is my first one-shot request! Woohoo! Thank you to the fantastic Anon who sent this in! To directly quote a brief piece, they’ve requested: “something that is years in the future, about the pack’s children and their shenanigans” Also I included Darlin’ and Sam because I love them and I can’t not include them, even if they weren’t specifically requested This one swaps POVs between the mates a few times, but who it is will be in italics at the beginning of their segment, as usual. There’s a list of the pups’ names at the bottom of the post, if you need to reference it. 4.4k words

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Angel

“I called Asher and his mate,” David said, sitting next to me in his spot on the couch.

“What for?” I asked, not looking up from my laptop.

“To come get Natalie tonight so she can have a sleepover with Evelyn.”

I scrunched my eyebrows and met my husband’s eyes. “What for?” I repeated.

“Gabriel called me while he was at school today. In tears.” David cleared his throat and folded his arms. I’d called our son Gabe once when he was just an infant and David had flinched so hard we’d never called him that again. He was Gabriel. “He felt his Core activating. We’re going to the clearing tonight so I can teach him how to shift.”

“Then why are Asher and his mate coming to get Natalie? I mean, are you just planning on leaving me here home alone for no reason? I can watch Natalie.”

David looked like I’d smacked him. “Angel, you’re coming with me and Gabriel to the clearing. We’re his parents. We’re both going to be there. But Natalie’s not old enough yet and her powers won’t activate for another couple years, so she gets to go to Uncle Asher’s to have a sleepover with Evelyn.”

“Davey—baby—I’m not a shifter.”

“Doesn’t matter. He wants you there. And, frankly, so do I. He’s our son. You should be there no matter what.” He leaned over and kissed me. “You deserve this as much as he needs you there.” He ran a gentle hand down my cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Daaaaad! Natty’s stuck in the tree again!” Gabriel called from upstairs.

David sighed.

“How many times have you told her not to climb that tree?” I asked as he got to his feet. He leveled a serious look at me.

“Are you surprised? She’s your daughter too—and she hero worships you.”

I opened my mouth to deny it, but he had a point. Natalie had always clung to me closer than her dad. She still loved David and was close to him, but if he and I were going different directions in a grocery store, she’d come with me.

“I’m going to go get our daughter out of the tree,” David said, heading for the back door. “If Ash comes while I’m outside, let him in. I don’t think Natty’s packed yet for the night.”

He went outside.

Gabriel came careening down the stairs, running over to me and jumping onto the couch. He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m scared,” he said softly.

“Of what, sweetie?” I asked.

“Tonight.”

I stroked his hair. Stick-straight and brown like David’s. Gabriel had his eyes too. Bright green. “You’re going to do fine. Your dad is a pro at this. He’s helped all the pups in the pack shift for their first time since he was in his early twenties. He even helped Uncle Ash when they were both teenagers. And I bet you’re gonna be a natural.”

Gabriel snuggled harder against my side. “I’m not worried about shifting,” he mumbled. “I’ve seen Dad as a wolf. I know I’ll be able to do that. I...” He sighed and buried his face in my shoulder. “I’m scared of what comes after.”

“What do you mean?” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

“Everyone’s gonna look at me different. ‘Cause they think I’m gonna be the alpha one day. They’re gonna start... expecting more from me, y’know?” He lifted his face from my shoulder and looked up at me. For being 13, he wasn’t going to be shorter than me for much longer. “And I’m not ready for that.”

“Oh. Honey.” I pulled Gabriel against my chest, holding onto him. “You don’t have to be alpha ever if you don’t want to. You know Dad won’t pressure you into it. And he’ll make sure the pack doesn’t either. And you’re too young for all of that right now. Your dad was always somber and serious—according to Uncle Ash, Uncle Milo, and every member of the pack older than him—and he had a deeply-ingrained sense of duty to his pack, since Grampa Gabe founded it. That’s why it bears our name. Shaw. But if you never feel ready to be made the beta under your dad, that’s okay.”

Gabriel sniffed. “I... I don’t...” He shook his head. “I don’t want to disappoint Dad.”

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Redacted Incorrect Quotes, Part 4

Vincent: Are you free on Friday? Like, around 8PM?

Sam: Yes?

Vincent, to Darlin': What about you?

Darlin': I think so, yeah.

Vincent: Great, because I'm not. You two go on without me. Enjoy your date! *zips off home to Lovely*

Sam: Did he just—?

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Caelum: What do you deserve that is also a type of bagel?

Freelancer: Uh... I don't know. What?

Caelum: Everything!

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Asher: David sent me a Get Better Soon card

Milo: That's nice

Asher: I'm not sick. He just thinks I can do better

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Vincent: Hey, Tank, those are nice pants.

Darlin': Thanks

Vincent: I bet they'd look even better on Sam's floor

Darlin': *chokes on own saliva*

Sam: Vincent, are you flirting with Tank... *for* me?!

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Milo: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Asher: IDK, why?

Milo: To get to the idiot's house. Knock knock

Asher: Who's there?

Milo: The chicken

Asher: ... I won't punch you on one condition

Milo: Okay

Asher: Go tell that joke to Christian

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My #1 post of 2022

The Morning After

So, Sam’s latest audio gave me some ideas ;-) 2.3k words (Frisky warning! No smut, but this gets a bit suggestive)

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The gentle twittering of birds in trees woke me.

I shuffled slightly. The birds... were new. My apartment was in a fairly developed area... not a lot of trees for birds to roost in. Usually I woke up to traffic sounds, not nature—

Sam’s.

I was at Sam’s house.

I was in Sam’s bed.

As the memories of last night came back to me, I became conscious of the fact that my arm was draped over Sam’s bare chest, one of my legs tangled between his where I was sprawled out on my stomach.

I also became aware of the fact that I was still completely naked.

Trying not to move too quickly, I turned my head so it was facing Sam. His eyes were still closed and he was breathing deeply. He looked more peaceful than I’d probably ever seen him before. Even when we were sharing the bed at the cabin for the solstice trip.

Mate. My mate, I thought. Even thinking the word sent a shock of magic through my Core. I... I have a mate...

Not something I ever expected I’d be able to think. I'd spent most of my life on the fringes of other people’s lives. I wasn’t close to anybody, never been good at making friends. My friend that Quinn attacked was the closest I’d been to a person before I met Sam.

But, just... just looking at him, sleeping beside me, I could feel my feelings for him making my chest physically ache. I love you. I love you so damn much. You’ve become my mate. I choose you. Today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life.

I reached up and gently brushed my fingertips down his cheek.

He inhaled deeply, coming back to consciousness. His silver eyes glinted in the weak dawn light filtering past the blackout curtains as they turned down to meet mine. “Mornin’, darlin’,” he greeted softly. The same gruff, husky morning voice he’d had in the cabin. It made my heart stutter a beat. Flashes of last night shot through my head. “How are you feelin’? Hurt, at all?”

I raised one eyebrow higher than the other. “It takes a lot more than that to hurt me, Sam,” I said. “I’m tough.”

“Darlin’, you don’t have to be brave. If you’re hurtin’—”

“I’m not hurt,” I repeated. “I’m a little achy, sure, but I’m not hurt.”

Sam chuckled. “If you say so,” he said. I shuffled up a little bit so I could give him a kiss. He accepted it readily. I felt him sigh out his nose. “I love you.” The words were breathy as I pulled away.

“I love you too. I never thought I’d mean that as much as I do.”

He smiled and brushed his fingers down the side of my face. “Last night was amazin’.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, snuggling closer to him, grateful there was nothing I needed to do today. Apart from checking in with David later this afternoon. I still hadn’t fully earned much of his trust back—not that I could blame him—so we did check-ins fairly often.

Sam wrapped his arms around me as I snuggled against him, breathing deeply. We both did. He smelled like home.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, voice muffled slightly by the fact that I was speaking into the skin of his neck. Last night had been quite the dramatic change of heart for him. I didn’t have the social skills to say that to his face politely and I knew that, so I kept the implication in my tone.

I’d been perfectly content to go slow for him. It wasn’t hard for me to get carried away when it came to just about anything that mattered, but when he’d said he needed time, I was more than willing to give it to him. I couldn’t blame him. As far as I knew, the last... entanglement of his had been twelve years ago, and had ended with him being stripped of most of his powers and forced to drink blood to survive for the rest of eternity. And he’d said time had been sitting still ever since. So we’d moved slow.

Last night, it was like a switch had flipped in his head and he was quite suddenly all for it. I didn’t fault his reasoning—it made sense given my perspectives also shifted after the Inversion—but it seemed abrupt. For Sam.

And I didn’t want him to regret last night if he felt like he’d jumped the gun before he was ready and only just now realized it after a few hours of processing everything that had happened. I knew him. I sensed how down-trodden he was under all that attitude from the first day I met him. It took one to know one. And I didn’t want that part of him rearing its morose head in response to the joy we’d had last night.

Were you ready, Sam? Were you really ready? Or did you just convince yourself you were? Do you feel violated now? Do you regret being with me like that?

I didn’t doubt for a second that he meant it when he said he loved me. I hoped he didn’t doubt me when I said I loved him too. I hoped he knew how deeply I meant it when I told him he was my mate, and now always would be.

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