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hi friend! 👋

I have a cute and fluffy request for the Baby Fever AU! 💕Narfi's first steps, Loki and Ella are out on a daddy-daughter date (you can choose where they're going) while Narfi and reader are at home together.

While reader has her attention on other tasks, little Narfi takes his first steps towards reader. When Loki and Ella returns home, reader surprises them with Narfi walking towards them 🥹💚

Growing Up

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Narfi & Ella

Summary: Narfi takes his first steps, causing you and Loki to realise that he's not so tiny anymore...

Warnings: fluff, fluff and even more fluff!

Word Count: 1,7k

a/n: I know it took me quite some time, friend, and I'm truly sorry for it. 🥺 Also, I really hope that you like it and that I did your request justice. Thank you again for the amazing moodboards you made for me, @chennqingg ! 💖

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Today felt like a pretty normal Thursday to you. Getting up at seven in the morning, making sure Ella got ready for school, while Loki prepared breakfast - bless him - and of course actually dropping your daughter off at school. Since you had 'Ella duty' this week, your husband tended to little Narfi and got the very young man dressed, fed and ready for the day. Sometimes, it was pretty chaotic and quite hectic. Especially on the days you were working as well - not full-time, though. You were still in maternity leave, but Nick allowed you to work two or even three days a week, if you needed a change of scenery or just a break. Just like today. Sure, Loki had to return to being an Avenger as well, but you always made it work. Besides, the others were happy to jump in as a babysitter as well.

After dropping Ella off at school, you drove straight to the SHIELD headquarters for work, leaving Narfi with Loki, who'd leave your son with auntie Nat for the rest of the morning, because Steve hated it, when Loki missed out the important briefings which concerned his 'development' as a resident of planet earth. Or in other words: Making sure he still behaved, didn't relapse and was a 'hero' and not a threat to humanity. In your eyes, it was ridiculous that he still had to 'prove himself' after all those years... After getting married and starting a family... After everything he had done for the Avengers, America and the whole world. But well... Who were you to speak up and change things? It was how it was.

Seven hours of going through reports and sorting files, you clocked out of work. Yes, it wasn't much you were doing, but it was something. Better than just staying at home. You loved being a mom, but sometimes you needed to see something different - and you were more than happy to rejoin your friends in hopefully near future and slip back inside your Avenger combat suit.

Instead of driving to school to pick up Ella, you drove back home. Loki had already done that; taking his princess out for a daddy-daughter date to the indoor swimming pool.

Arrived at the Avengers compound, you didn't even bother to drop your stuff first; instead heading immediately for Natasha's. Your motherly instincts were literally screaming at you by now to go see your baby son. So, you did.

Your best friend opened the door to her apartment for you with a huge smile and little Narfi on her arms; dressed in his white sweatpants and matching jumper. He looked like a baby smurf - which was probably one of the cutest things you had ever seen and would get certainly never tired of seeing again. "Mama!" Narfi squeaked happily from behind his pacifier as soon as his beautiful ruby eyes registered you; impatiently squirming in his auntie's arms. "Hiii, baby boy!" You smiled brightly and immediately took him into your arms. His adorable giggle urged to your ears; causing you to smooch his little cheek with kisses, and once you had thoroughly greeted your son, you turned your attention to the Black Widow leaning now against the door frame still with that smile on her lips.

"Hey, Nat." You shuffled closer to hug her, what the Russian beauty instantly reciprocated. "Hey, babes." "Thank you for looking after this little guy here," you said; pulling back from the hug and gently bouncing Narfi on your arm. Natasha shook her head. "No need to thank me. I love playing the cool auntie part." "I'll keep that in mind," you winked, causing your fellow Avenger to giggle.

"Alright. We'll be going then. Gotta do some chores... See you around, Nat." "Sure thing, babes."

You looked down at Narfi, who had snuggled against you; head buried in your neck. "Say bye bye to auntie Nat, Narfi." "Bye bye," babbled the little boy in a sweet, quiet voice; clearly on the verge of dozing off. Natasha smiled and waved at Narfi, "Bye bye, маленький смурф." who instantly lifted a small hand to wave back. Smiling and bidding your goodbye to the Black Widow as well, you pressed a kiss against your son's forehead and ran a hand through his black locks.

Back in the apartment, you put the toddler down for a nap on his beloved floor cushion - which he mostly preferred for a nap, instead of his bed. Now that your son was sleeping peacefully across the living room, you had the time to do some chores. On today's programme: folding laundry. So, you spread out on the sofa, switched on the TV - but kept the volume down, of course, and got to work.

From your position, you had the perfect view on Narfi as well; having an eye on him from time time. Unfortunately, that didn't always keep him from escaping your watchful gaze. Just like Ella, was he his father's child... Sneaky and definitely a tiny mischief maker. Not quite as much as his big sister, but nevertheless...

You could swear that you only didn't look at him for five minutes - and suddenly was the floor pillow empty.

Shit.

"Narfi?" You called through the living room; letting your eyes wander and already moved to stand up. He wasn't in this room anymore. You sighed and shook your head with a small smile. "Little rascal..." You mumbled under your breath and crossed the living room; aiming for the hallway.

The good thing was, that Narfi couldn't get far; not having learned how to walk just yet. The emphasis was on the word 'yet'.

You rounded the corner into the hallway, "Narfi?" and found your son standing - hands free - beside the clothes basket, which he had clearly used to pull himself on his feet. At the sound of his mama's voice, the toddler turned his head - which caused him to immediately lose balance and land on his small bum.

Your eyes widened. Was he about to take his first steps and you 'interrupted' him? "Baby, were you about to take your first step?" Narfi was already pulling himself up again; using the clothes basket as a help like before. A sweet huff left his small lips once he made it on his small feet; causing you to stifle a giggle.

"Try again, baby smurf, come on." Narfi turned on slightly wobbly legs towards you; hand gripping the basket for dear life. "Mama!" You smiled and walked quite a few steps closer, before you squatted down and opened your arms. "Yes, c'mere! Come to mama!" You tried to encourage Narfi; a bright smile on your lips.

The smile got even wider, when your son suddenly let go of his support - and took a very wobbly, unsteady step towards you. With you mouth agape, you giggled. "Yes! You did it, baby! C'mon! One more?" Your happiness infected Narfi and he smiled a bright, toothy smile. Giggling, he made another two fast and wobbly steps, before he lost his balance and more or less stumbled into your arms. You reached out and caught him, before he could hit the floor; sweeping him up in a hug.

"Yay!" You cheered and peppered his cerulean, chubby cheeks with kisses. "Mama is sooo proud of you, Narfi." The little boy just cooed and gurgled happily.

An idea crossed your mind.

"Let's surprise daddy and your big sister when they come home, huh? They'll be so happy to see you walk." Your toddler's eyes widened at your suggestion. "Supise dada lala?" Narfi couldn't say Ella yet, so he settled on 'Lala' - it was the cutest thing ever. You giggled; nodding. "Yes, baby smurf. Come on."

The laundry was long forgotten; deciding to play with Narfi instead and helping him practising to walk.

After a very successful daddy-daughter date at the indoor swimming pool, Loki and Ella returned back home in the evening to the Avengers compound. The little girl's hand was neatly tucked into her father's bigger one as they exited the elevator. Ella was definitely tired and worn out - just like it should be after such a day. That was most probably the reason why Loki was carrying not just his duffle bag in his free hand, but also Ella's pink Disney princesses rucksack on his back.

Together, they stepped down the hallway and into your family's apartment. "Darling?" Loki called out; taking off his shoes and helping his tired daughter to get out of her jacket. "Mommy? We're back!"

The pair heard a small voice along some shuffling, before you rounded the corner into the entrance area with Narfi walking in front of you; yet gripping tightly onto your pointer fingers. "Hey, you two," you greeted them happily. "The baby smurf and I have to show you something." Proudly, you let go of your son's small hands - and let him walk a few small, still wobbly step. Before he could topple over, you grabbed him quickly around his middle; holding him steady.

Both, Loki's and Ella's jaws were on the floor; not having anticipated this. Sure, Narfi had tried to walk now for days - probably weeks, but it looked like he needed some more time to learn... Apparently not.

"He is walking now!" A not-so tired anymore Ella squeaked and crawled forwards and clumsily, but lovingly hugged her little brother - who didn't quite understand why everyone was making such a big fuss. He just squeaked along happily.

Loki met your gaze; his beautiful blues shining with a few tears. "Darling, he... Our son is walking..." He whispered; visibly touched, but you heard him anyways. Ella was already helping Narfi back on his little feet; his hands in hers tightly as she helped him walk down the hallway. It gave you the opportunity to step over to your husband. With a smile, you slung your arms around his middle; invading his space. "I know, babe, I know." Loki laughed softly and tried to blink back the tears as he wrapped you up in a hug; strong arms keeping you locked against his tall, defined body.

"We have to watch out now, babe. Soon, he'll start to run," you stated with a giggle, causing Loki to shake his head. "By the Norns, please not. He's already growing up too fast..." You sighed; knew exactly how he felt - and he was right. You rested your head against his chest, giving your husband the opportunity to press a kiss on top of your head. "Mhm... Growing up too fast, just like Ella." You felt the god's chest vibrate with a hum. "Just like Ella..."

маленький смурф - little smurf

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Daddy I Need You

inspired by this amazing moodboard by @muse-of-gods

TW: panic attacks, physical stress reactions

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Daddy I Need You

That wasn’t what the text said, of course.  Not on Tony’s main phone.  A phrase like that.

THAT kind of talk only happened on a different device.  And Tony wouldn't be looking for messages from Pete on THAT device until tonight.  Tony’s main phone, an SI prototype, was supposed to be unhackable.  But that, of course, just made it a target.  That’s why they kept that kind of talk on the special phone.

What Peter DID sent Tony on his main phone was in code.

//DINY//

Tony blinked at the four letters on his phone.  No one should have been able to text him during THIS meeting.  But Peter’s number was different.  Peter seemed to need something.  But it could probably wait…

//diNy//

Tony stood up, took his briefcase, and left the meeting.

There would be hell to pay later - Pepper’s eyes were daggers - but “Daddy I Need You” was one of the safe words.  Safe phrases, really.  It meant important business.  NOT arms-dealer-shipment-ship-cut-in-two business.  Not Avenger business.  It meant Peter business.

Personal business.

Usually, the kind you couldn’t really talk about with the lights on.  With your clothes on.  THAT kind of business.

Normally safety words were to make the intimacy STOP, but Peter had Tony had realized early on, they were anything but Normal.  That’s why they had an entire Safety Lexicon - things they could say that would stop ALL conversation or action and bring attention to the problem at hand.  Tony had just never received that phrase in a TEXT before.  His brain raced as he tried to find a private place to have the private conversation.  This wasn’t Avenger business - Peter SHOULDN’T be involved in Avenger business.

Peter was SUPPOSED to be preparing for his last final.  His FINAL final - the very last lest he would take before officially have enough credits to graduate.  He wouldn’t GRADUATE graduate until the end of the term, of course - thus Tony scheduling these back-to-back meeting on the other side of the country.  When Peter’s graduation ceremony happened in May, Tony would be there, along with a huge cheering section, ready to paint the whole Columbia campus red.  Hot Rod red.  That’s why Tony was spending December in LA, leaving his young lover alone.  Peter was using his entire Penthouse as a study-space for these last few credits.  They weren’t even HARD credits, just technicality-credits.  Classes he could breeze through and test out early, things he needed to officially get the first degree.

So why was Peter needing him now?

Finally Tony found a small room with a door he could close to have the conversation.  From his briefcase pulled out a special pair of glasses - another SI prototype that the world wouldn't see the market for another 5 years or so.  He switched them on and started talking.

“Hey Bambino, what's wrong?  Talk to me.”

There was a moment’s pause.  Then, much to Tony’s surprise, another text.

//Daddy, I need you.//

“I’m here, angel.  What’s wrong?” Tony said, trying not to sound impatient.  Peter KNEW how important these meetings were.  This time Tony and Pepper were investing in LA were necessary to free Tony’s schedule for the next several months.  They had PLANNED it this way - planned for Tony to be gone so Peter could focus on his last finals.  Planned on Tony and Pepper camping out in LA to wrap up all their business dealings in one fell swoop before Tony took a leave of absence from the company.  All so he could spend more time with Peter.  That had been the PLAN.  Why was Peter screwing with the plan now?

There was a long pause.  A pause Tony didn’t like.  There were times Peter “needed” him, like when he was feeling melancholy over the death of his uncle.  Then there were times Peter “needed” him as in a ferry full of people had split in half and he couldn’t physically keep the entire ship together by brute strength alone.

He tried a different strategy.  Using the holoscreen available with the glasses, he pulled up a keyboard and started typing.

//Daddy’s here, bambino.  Tell me what’s happening.//

//I’m scared Daddy// was the immediate reply.

That made Tony blink.  Scared?!  His Uncanny Spiderman?  The one with radioactive blood?  The kid who clung to and entered an alien ship after he had SPECIFICALLY ordered the kid to return to earth??   The kid who had saved the life of Dr. Strange with his arcane movie knowledge and his willingness to risk being sucked out of a space ship into instant death?  Already Tony’s mind was calculating how long it would take to get from LA to New York if he suited up and took off from on top of the building they were in right now.

Still, he texted calmly.

//Talk to me, baby.  Tell Daddy’s what’s wrong.//

//Its over//

//What’s over, baby?//

//The last test.  Differential Equations.  I’m done.//

//That’s good, isn’t it?//

//I don’t know what’s wrong my hearts hammering and I//

Tony watched the words appear on the screen.  Then he watched Peter delete them.  He waited patiently as Peter struggled to put it all into words. 

//I can’t breath and I//

Deleted.

//Concrete is hard to breathe//

Tony’s brow furrowed as he tried to translate the line even as Peter deleted it.  Finally Peter settled on a sentence that summed it up perfectly.

//I feel funny, Daddy.//

Tony took off the glasses.  He held them a few inches in front of his face, activating the camera.  He spoke.

“Peter, you’re having a panic attack,” he said calmly.  “Turn on your camera and talk to me.”

Silence.  

Tony took a deep breath and tried again.

“BABY, be a good boy and activate the camera now.  Don’t tell Daddy no.”

//You’ll be mad//

“Why would Daddy be mad?  Bambino, Daddy knows a lot more about panic attacks than you do. I promise I won’t get mad, but you're going to be a good boy now and do what Daddy says.  Activate your camera now.  Don’t make me count to three."

The audio came on before the visual.  Tony could hear Peter sniffle.  Then the image appeared. 

“Oh, angel,” Tony said softly, licking his lips automatically.  “Why do you have on your pretty clothes?”

“I don’t know,” Peter said in a tiny voice, sniffling again.  

He wore his special pink collar with the silver heart in the center.  His pale chest was bare except for the delicate white “harness” Tony had bought for him, made entirely of heart-shaped fabric.  He had his pink fan in one hand, but he was hugging it to himself.     

“I thought they would make me feel better.”

“Did it?”

“A little.  I was going to take a picture for you and save it for later, but I couldn’t…”

He sniffled again, and Tony knew all he needed to know.  Peter had tried to calm down and put on a cheerful face.  To make himself feel better.  But when he found he couldn’t calm himself down, it only made everything worse.  Until finally Peter had to call for help.

“Alright sweet angel, you’re with Daddy now,” Tony said calmly.  Firmly.  “I’m going to put my hand on your chest now - is this where it feels funny?”

“Yes sir.”

“Is your heart pounding?”

“It's been going on for hours.”

“Oh baby, that sounds miserable.”

“I was suited up so I swung around the tower forever but I couldn't make it stop.  “I came inside and took a shower but it just keeps going.  And I thought… I thought…”

“You thought getting dressed in your pretty clothes might help?  It’s okay, angel.  Daddy’s going to rub your chest for a while and try to make you feel better.  Can you tell me what concrete breathing means?”

Tears formed in Peter’s eyes.

“It’s okay, bambino.  Daddy’s got you.  Just help me understand.”

“I told you…”

He sobbed and tried to catch his breath enough to speak.

“I told you about how Tooms dropped a building on me once…”

“Yes, but that was ages ago.  Way back when you were in high school.  Why are we talking about concrete now?”

“That’s what it feels like… I can’t…”  He demonstrated, trying to take a deep breath, panting and moaning when he failed.  “I try to breathe but nothing… it feels like I’m breathing concrete dust.  I can feel it in my throat.  I think I’ve been poisoned Tony…”

“Shhhhh angel, you haven’t been poisoned - mean you HAVE.  That’s adrenaline surging through your system - angel you're a superhero, and you have superhero adrenaline poisoning you right now.  That feels EXACTLY like breathing concrete dust.  Your throat hurts because every muscle in your body is tense.  You can't take a deep breath because your lungs are trying to take shallow breaths to send enough oxygen to your muscles.  You’re whole body is ready to run, but there’s no where to run to.  

“But Daddy’s got you.  Daddy’s going to hold you very close, and rock you back and forth.  I’m even going to get a blanket.  And get you under it.  Daddy’s going to rub the back of your neck and see if that helps.  Maybe I'll get Baby some cold ice cream for your throat…”

There was silence for a moment.  Dammit this wasn’t working.  Tony needed to be there, on the other other side of the country.  Maybe if he…

“Will you feed it to me?”

Peter’s voice was so tiny it took a moment to understand what he had said.  Then Tony understood, and smiled.

“Of course I’m going to feed it to you.”

“With a spoon?”  

“Of course Daddy is… wait…”  Tony was all grins now.  “I thought Baby didn’t like it when I spoon-fed him before bed.”

“I think I might like it tonight, Daddy.”

"Okay then bambino, you’re the boss.  Now tell Daddy what happened .  Did something go wrong with your final?"

“No, it was so easy,” Peter said, his voice choking with emotion.  “And I was way over prepared, just like you said I was.  And it’s done.  And everything was going fine, and I had said goodbye to everybody, but then, just out of nowhere..."

"It hit you.  You're done, Peter.  You have your first degree in math from Columbia university.  You graduated in record time.  You didn’t beat MY record, obviously… but if you did you’d still be a minor and we wouldn’t be having this conversation..."

“But it should feel good!!”  Peter bleated out, sitting up for the first time, leaning into the holoscreen towards Tony’s face.  As if Tony were there (where he should be.)  As if Tony could hold him (as he should do.)  

“Shouldn’t it feel good!?  To graduate?!”

He broke out in fresh sobs, looking around him in terror, struggling to breathe.

Tony waited for the moment to pass.  Then, he spoke.

“Peter, look at me.”  He didn’t speak until he was obeyed.  “Come on, look at Daddy now.  You can do it…”

Finally, Peter’s eyes met his.

It wasn’t easy, looking into Peter’s tear-stained eyes, but he did it.  He leaned forward and he spoke.

“I don’t remember graduating, bambino.  I know there was a ceremony, because there are pictures.  Bu tI have no memory of it.  I went out with my friends that night and got black out drunk and woke up in rehab.”

He watched Peter blink and sat back in satisfaction.  “You didn’t read about that in your Tony Stark Research, did you bambi?  Obadiah was pretty good at keeping things like that under wraps.  

“Now you listen to me, little mister.  You know I’ve always admired you, the way you just tackle life without benefit of alcohol or substances, just raw-dogging it through sheer force of will.  But right now, I’m going to send Friday a selection of wine from the rack and Dum-E is going to deliver it to the bathroom.  I want you to draw yourself a very hot bath…”

“But I can’t get drunk, Daddy.  You know it doesn’t take…”

“But it tastes good, baby.  That’s all you can do right now, is try to feel good in your body until your superhero adrenaline leaves you in peace.  Is there any ice cream left in the fridge?  I’d order you some chocolate-covered strawberries, but then someone would have to deliver it…”

“You could have the delivery person just put it in the special elevator, then push the button, and step out.  Or someone could stand in the elevator and then just hand it to Dum-E…”

“If I do that, will you be in the bathtub, baby?  I want you to make it really hot, with lots of bubbles.  Make it  just as hot as you can stand it.  You’re going to…”

He took a deep breath and tried to speak as calmly as possible.

“You’re going to crash, baby.  There’s no stopping it.  So now your job is to find the softest place to land possible…”

“I’m scared, Tony…” Peter said, his breath hitching again.

“Of what, baby?”

“Of crashing.  I don’t know what it feels like.”

“It feels like this, angel.  It feels just like this.  This is the worst of it, Peter.  Now all you have to do is wait it out.  Wait till it gets better.  And it does get better, Pete.  I promise.  

“Now, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to…”  

Peter took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders.  He shook his head a little.

Then he looked down at himself.  He grinned a little, as if remembering, for the first time, what he was wearing.

He opened up his pink fan and held it over his chest.

“I’m going to ask what Daddy is going to do to me when he gets home.”

“That’s not what Daddy said to… oh…”  Tony grinned.  He had ordered Peter into a hot bubble  bath and, well?  Tony knew what Peter liked to think about when he was bathing alone.

“Okay, well, what do you want Daddy to do to you first?”

“I want you to  - well not at first - but… I want you to put me up against the headboard.  On my knees.  Facing the wall.”

“Oh… oh that sounds very nice, baby.  But what is Daddy going to do first?”

“Oh, first you’re going to tell me to put on my pretty clothes.  And then you’re going to tell me to take off my pretty clothes…”  He touched the silver heart on his kitten collar, playing with it.  Tony’s heart swelled with pride.  THIS had been Peter’s plan from the beginning - to put on his special clothes and think of Tony.  Tony who would certainly take care of him in his hour of need��� even if he shed some tears along the way. 

“All right then, angel.  So after the pretty clothes come off, and then you’re facing the wall right up against the headboard, with your hands on the wall?  Do you like it like that, baby?  And then what does Daddy do to you?”

“I like it when you kiss my face and scrape your chin against my neck and ear and… and I like it when you say ‘Daddy needs to be inside you.’  I like it when you’re so far gone you growl it…”

“You're a liar. Daddy never growls,” he said, his voice failing him.  He had to regain his composure, and soon.  He had to walk away from this conversation and walk back into a meeting.  There were millions of dollars on the line…

“You do growl it, Daddy.  And then your whole body shivers and you sink your teeth into my shoulder…”

Tony was speechless.  

“Will you say it when you get back, Daddy?”  Peter asked now in his perfect “kitten” voice.  He was wiping the tears from his eyes.  

“Say what, baby?” Tony managed.

“Say, ‘Daddy needs to be inside you?’”

Tony took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders.  He shook himself a little and then, staring straight into the camera, into Peter’s eyes, he spoke.

“This is what you’re going to do, angel.  You’re going to find the biggest mirror in the penthouse, and you're going to make a nice, soft pallet in front of it.  You’re going to be on your knees there, so use lots of blankets, and make it soft.”

“Why, Daddy?”

“Oh, because Daddy is going to be done with these meetings sooner than you think.  And when I get home, I’m going to put you right on that pallet, right in front of that mirror.  And do you know what I’m going to do to you then, baby?”

“Are you going to make me show you my pretty clothes?”  Peter asked.  He had his pink fan open and covering his chest.  He lowered it now, using the slender fingers of his other hand to play over the hearts that made up his soft harness. 

“Oh no, baby.  Daddy’s going to fuck you right in front of that mirror.

“And then Daddy’s going to make you watch.”

[a-spes]

hello! i noticed ur taking requests! this is hella detailed so no worries if u dont wanna write! one with female reader x nat (preferably platonic but either works). the averages break up. they are done. Officially. nat and r were friends on the avengers and worked together a lot. when the avengers broke up, everyone tried to move on or settle down. nat doesn't. nat, missing the action, reverts back to her time as a for-hire assassin. With the connections from her time as an assassin pre-SHIELD she builds a name for herself. She becomes the most feared assassin yet again and a ruthless criminal. no one can stop her and she’s very dangerous. Finally, reader, working for the government now, and faces Nat for the first time in years… as enemies with r trying to take Nat down. Nat has the upper hand with her network of spies and criminals. But does Nat really hurt her? She has the ability to with her skill and network of assassins. Does r get what they want and take Nat down? ANYWAYS this is long and kinda specific; but thank you so much! Love all your writing!

S T O L E N F R E E D O M - One shot.

Words count - 5,1k.

Tags & Warnings - villain!Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader (platonic, enemies), mentions of death/violence/blood, angst.

Moodboard here.

N/A - Hope you'll enjoy it and it's not too far from what you were expecting! It's the first time I am writing for a request and I really enjoyed it, so thanks for dropping it <3

It’s past two in the morning and you are alone in the office. Only the night guards are here but they don't dare to ask you if everything is fine. The past months, they've got used to you staying that late and learned to not ask too many questions. From time to time, you could hear their muffled voices and steps breaking the thick silence. 

But it’s not their presence that is slowly driving you crazy: it is the regular ticking of the wall clock. It seems to be the only thing you can hear, it’s even louder than your thoughts, and being unable to concentrate is only adding to your frustration. You are not far from crying because of how hopeless you are feeling.

If you've got into the habit of spending most of your nights at work, it’s only because of how incompetent you are, unable to complete the task assigned to you. A few months ago, you found a file on your desk and, if at first you thought it would be as easy as the previous ones, you were wrong. You quickly changed your mind when you only saw a long list of deaths but nothing else. For the first time, you've found yourself struggling to complete a mission.

You were looking for a ghost.

The only proof you have of their existence are the crimes they commited, the cold bodies they’re leaving behind them. Even the autopsy didn't give any information about how it happened, it’s almost like the victims just died on their own. This mission makes you regret how cocky you acted in the past. You used to think that you could complete every mission, even the most difficult ones, but eventually realized that it doesn't matter if you are among the most skilled S.H.I.E.L.D agents because there is always someone better than you are. 

This time, you were as lost as your colleagues, understanding what they're usually going through. Slowly, you've become so obsessed with this mission that you couldn't think about anything else. You are trapped in a toxic loop with your work and, if you thought the time you would act like that was long gone, you were wrong: this mission is taking you back to your worst era again.

In the morning, you are the first one to be here, but you are also the last one to leave the place - when you do, sometimes spending the whole night here just so you don’t lose time going home and coming back. It is rare that you think about eating, your mind being completely absorbed by the task. Again, you were that young adult that wanted to prove their worth to everyone, seeking validation.

Despite everything, you keep telling Fury that everything is fine. You know that he doesn't believe you, but he knows better than pushing, trusting his agent to ask for help when it's needed, but he forgot how stubborn you can be. He is divided between worries to see you so exhausted and the urge for the mission to be completed as quickly as possible.

Even if he is trying to keep those deaths a secret for as long as possible, pretending on the news that they aren't related, just misfortune, he knows he won't be able to lie indefinitely. People are going to question what's happening and it's obvious that he can’t admit that there is a crazy assassin roaming freely around the country. 

For the moment, only a few agents are aware about the file, only the best ones. If anyone can do it, it's you, that's what he keeps telling himself to ease the guilt he is feeling whenever he sees you so exhausted. 

And, even if he is not saying anything, telling you to take your time, you can read in his eyes the fears and worries, you can feel the pressure and the lack of time: this mission had to be a priority. It comes before your basic needs, eating and sleeping becoming optional. You hadn't seen anyone else other than the pictures of the victims' bodies for the last weeks, talked so little that you are almost sure you lost your voice.

You were in distress and it's obvious that your state of mind has led to mistakes you could've easily avoided, even a rookie wouldn't have made them. 

Before you could realize, it was the morning, and the sun didn't come alone: it left a surprise on your desk, an umpteenth death. You didn't wait long, immediately going to the place where it happened, in hope you would find something if you are the first one here. But, as always, everything is clean, the appartment being perfectly tidy, except for the cold body in the middle of the living-room.

They are playing with your mind, probably amused to see you trying to stop them, knowing that you can't because it's impossible to catch a shadow. People are dying and there is nothing you can do about it.

Those thoughts are unbearable, and you are fighting the urge to break an object when you notice something. It is almost invisible, so small that you almost missed it. It is just a piece of paper, stucked between two tiles on the balcony. 

Here it is, your hint, the first one since you started. If you are exhausted, it seems that the person you are chasing starts to feel confident enough to let their guard down and make mistakes. There is not much in the paper, just bits of words but it is enough for you to guess everything you need: their next victim.

You know that there is only a small chance that you could actually stop them tonight, but you can't help the feeling of hope that is growing inside of you because, for the first time, you've the feeling that you are getting somewhere.

You should've told Fury. You should've let him know what you found, your leads, where you are going tonight, but you didn't. Even if you know how dangerous going in there alone and unprepared, you did it, the feeling of hope giving you the impression that nothing could go wrong - you would deal later with Fury's anger. 

If you get out of here alive. 

But it may be your only chance to get them, because who knows when they're gonna make another mistake? It could be weeks or months, maybe never, and you don't have the strenght to wait for so long. You don't even really care about the target, he is just some rich man who embodies everything you hate, it's just that this mission is now personnal: you're done playing their game and want to let them know.

You are driving fast, not caring about the speed limits. Gladly, it is late and the hotel is on the edge of the city, isolated to provide traquility to the people that decide to stay here - all rich and influential. You weren't surprised when you discovered that the next victim was staying here for a few days. 

But, if the road is empty, your mind isn't. Your heart is racing, trying to get out of your chest. In months of research, you've never been so close to success, it has something exciting. However, hope doesn't come alone. This feeling is accompanied by nervousness and nausea as you can't help but think of all the ways this could go wrong, the so-good idea is just sounding like a really bad mistake now.

You're on your own, no one knows you are here tonight.

Your fingers are tapping against the steering wheel in an attempt to shut out these thoughts, but it doesn't change anything. You know that, if you want everything to go fine, you need to keep your mind clear - no one ever successed a mission while being distracted, it would only get you killed. However, it is easier to say than to do.

You found yourself waiting at the front of the hotel, trying to hide how shaky your hands were. Even if you are wearing the most expensive dress of your dressing, you are still feeling out of place, everything here being just ... too much, honestly.

One glance at the entrance confirmed what you thought: going in won't be easy. It's obvious that you can't walk in here, pretending to be some guest, without being suspicious. In this kind of mission, discretion is the key and you need to become a part of the landscape.

"Can I steal a bit of your time?" a man asked after you waited for a few minutes. 

A pretty woman doesn't go unotice in that kind of space, especially if she looks a bit lost. This man, however, has nothing pretty, he is probably older than your parents. You are not dumb, knowing that there is nothing innocent behind his request, and this simple thought is enough to digust you. Yet, you don’t say anything. You are just hiding your feelings behind a smile, nodding slowly to him.

He is your way inside.

Once you are inside, you don't wait for one more minute before excusing yourself, pretending you have to go to the bathroom. He made some jokes about women that you don't bother to listen to, already far away, knowing that you won't keep your promise to come back as quickly as possible.

The feeling his hand left on your waist makes you shiver, but you don't have much time to think about it, trying to discretly shaking it off as you are heading to the stairs. At least, the first part of your plan - which wasn't really one - was done: you are inside of the building.

From the hotel's roof, you have a perfect look at the city. Sadly, you don't have much time to enjoy the view of the city lights or to observe the movements of the citizens, unawere of what's happening so close to them. The cold wind of autumn is brushing your face, a few of your hair strubbornly getting out of your braids to get in your eyes, and the fresh air is easing your nervousness a bit. 

But it all came back in a second, all it took was a glance at your watch: almost ten pm, you only have a few minutes to decide what to do. 

Before going down, you made sure that the living-room was empty, using a small drone. You scoffed when you saw the suit he reserved, it was bigger than your appartment and every object there seems to be outrageously expensive. However, even if you can't see anyone, you are not letting your guard down. The lights are on, which means he is somewhere in the appartment and it doesn't let you a lot of time to sneak in if you don't want to be seen.

You went in by the window. Your hands were shaking as you tried to open it, and you couldn't help but glance inside from time to time, fearing the assassin would show. The stress you were feeling made you less efficient and you had to try three times before you eventually hear the relieving sound of the window unlocking - usually, you wouldn't need more than one attempt to get there.

You were trying to make as little noise as possible while closing the window behind you, to make it seem like you've never been here, when you are surprised by a presence on your back. You barely dodged the lamp he threw at you, the object hitting the floor, breaking in a loud noise - for the discretion, you may want to try harder next time. 

As his scream is piercing throught your ears, you jump at him, one of your hands keeping his mouth shut while you are holding him against the wall, hoping no one hears him - because, if it's the case, the assassin won't be your only problem. This was your second mistake, one you could've easily avoided if you came with a better plan than "going in and taking the target down". Even if you are here to save him, the fact that he knows may jeopardize the whole mission, the assassin will probably notice that something isn't right. 

"No, no, no! Don't yell," you hushed him, "I am here to save you, the assassin is coming for you, tonight," you told him in an attempt to ease his panic; but how could you sucess to calm him down when you are even more stressed than he is? His panic is slowly becoming yours as you realise how badly you’ve screwed up.

"To.. save me?" he asked and, at the way he told those words, you can tell that he is schocked by the news. 

"Yes, they-," you started to reply, sliping your hand in your pocket to get out your badge. It seems to calm him down and you can eventually take a few steps back, releasing the man, but your movements are slow, ready to throw yourself at him again if he decides to scream. 

You were already looking around, in search of any hint the assassiin would already be here when you heard a cold chuckle that made you shiver. You immediately turn to the man, only to notice that he is the one laughing. 

"Oh, but I am not the one that needs to be saved," he said, smiling, and you immediately froze, unable to move an inch as your mind is trying to process what he just said. 

"What?" you replied, but deep down you already knew what was happening, the feeling that something isn't right only growing stronger.

"Oh, sorry...", another voice said on your back. Its tone is false pity, its chuckle was full of arrogance, "have I ruined your little moment of heroism?" she asked, and you don't need to hear more than those few sentences to recognize the person to whom that voice belongs. 

Slowly, as if you are scared that moving too fast could make her disappear, you turn around to give a look at the woman. Her face is hidden behind a black mask, but you would recognize those eyes everywhere, even if they are now tinged with a darkness you've never seen in her before. Her green eyes no longer had the soft look you were used to. 

"'Tasha? Is that.. you?" you whispered, but you already knew the answer - a few strands of red hair slipping out of her mask, an another hint of her identity. 

This encouter is leaving a weird feeling, twisting your stomach with fear while confusion coulds your throughts; nothing that is happening now makes sense. Why is she here? What does she mean by that? Why is she so different from the person you know? You are feeling like you are facing a ghost, how weird it's stand in front of a person that looks and sounds like your old friend but that is nothing like them at the same time.

"I thought I taught you better than that..," she added, but her tone is bothering you: it's harsh, cold, she has never talked to you that way in the past. 

It's when she eventually takes her mask off that you can see that she has been smirking the whole time, enjoying the situation you are in. However, you are not smiling at all, because you slowly realise that is was just a trap, *and you fell right into it, giving yourself to the person you've chased for months.*

“Look at you,” she spat out, “so .. naive, and stupid, you didn’t change, uh? You didn’t learn your lesson?” she asked, and you couldn't find the words to reply, the shock had stolen your voice, you didn’t even notice that the man left the room, leaving only the two of you and a thick ambience.

You’ve known the woman for many years. When you joined the Avengers, the two of you quickly became close as being the only two women in a team of cocky men. Sure, it wasn’t always easy because of how different you are, but you learned a lot by her side and you appreciated her a lot, always seeking the company of the spy.

A few years ago, when everyone decided it was time to split up, you didn’t stay in touch with any of them. You were never a family, despite what they would tell you, just colleagues and, if it was hard to admit at first, you eventually got used to this idea. However, you can’t help but think about the redhead from time to time, regretting not having a way to contact her, wishing you would've at least stayed close with her among all your former teammates. 

You thought it was mutual, but you are not sure anymore. 

No matter how hard she tried to be nice to you, a part of her always hated the person you were. She hated your smile and how pure it was, she hated how childish you could be, always excited over the smallest things. You were a constant reminder of what her life could've been if she had a normal childhood. She was jealous. It felt unfair to see that life gave you everything she always dreamed of. 

But the spy never talked about it. She listened closely everytime you would talk about your childhood, helping you to organize surprises for your family, not mentionning the way her stomach would twist and her heart hurt in those moments. She got used to the feeling of her nails digging into her skin whenever she was having a conversation with you - because you would most likely be talking about your memories at some point. 

She even used to avoid your room, not wanting to see the pictures and childhood memories displayed everywhere. Those objects were a reminder that your family is real when hers was nothing more than a pretending, a mission. While she was trying to survive, you never got to worry about anything else than what was your favourite colour. 

And, even if she knows you had your own struggles, she couldn’t help but have the toxic urge to compare both of your lives and what you have been through.

You got the life she was dreaming of with the other girls, but you didn't even seem to realise it.

If she was able to keep up the act, it was only because it was easy to go on missions by your side. You were skilled but, most importantly, great at following orders: you would always do everything she asked you to. You were eager to please the woman. So she talked to you, smiled, acted nice, pretended it was nothing when you would apologize for ranting about your life, knowing that, one day, she would find a way to get her revenge.

Suddenly, you are the one being pinned against the wall and she leaves you no chance to escape. You barely noticed her moving, barely had time to think about dodging her attack that you were already in her hands.  

She appears to be even better than when you were working together, and you suspect that it's not because she trained since, but surely because she never used her whole skills in a fight against you - she knew she didn't need that to win. Your hopes of beating the redhead vanish immediately, you only ever won because she let you to.

How could you?

She was raised to kill, when you would just achieve a childhood dream.

Oh, you are good at it, just not good enough. You realize your mistake when, for the first time since you met the spy, you feel her fist landing on your face with its whole strenght, not once, but an endless amont of time. There is blood, yours, running down your nose and mouth, and it comes with a sharp pain as her last hit sends you to the ground. 

“You’ve no idea for how long I’ve waited for that moment..," she told you while coming closer. She is observing your miserable form with a satisfied smile on her face. 

“Tasha’, I understand that-,” you tried to say, but you were stopped by another kick on your face that took your breath away. She doesn't even let you the possibility to say a few words, the sound of your voice being enough to drive her crazy. 

The pity in it is making her sick.

“You can understand?” she scoffed in disbelief. She can't believe that you've the audacity to say something like that. “No. You think you can understand what I am going through, but you can’t, and you want to know why?" she asked, pausing before giving you the answer herself, "because you are the golden child that has everything in the palm of her hand," she said those words in a voice full of hate. 

“What happened..?" you whispered, "that- that’s not.. you... not the Natasha I know," you said, trying to make sense of the situation, but you can't, you want to believe that it is just a terrible mistake, that she is still here, somewhere, that she just got lost - but it could've happened to any of you, right?

“Oh, but you never knew me, love," she replied, coldly laughing at you, "This is me. This is the person I was born to be. For years, I tried to run away, but we can’t escape our destiny," she continued. She takes a few more steps toward you, kneeling at your side, her hand caressing your cheek, "and honestly, I've never felt so good, so free."

“If it’s him again, I- I can help you, we can find a-," you said, refusing to think about the fact that, maybe, she is right, that everything is just her choice, because it would make you the enemy of a person that used to be your friend and teammate. 

Again, you are stopped by a kick on your chest while she is smiling, as if you just said the stupidest thing she's ever heard of her life.

“Him?” she chuckled, “Oh, honey, no.. he is long gone. It is just me now. I eventually got to be who I really am without anyone to prevent me from doing so, isn’t it .. thrilling?” she asked, but you are not sharing her excitement, you are just frightened and she can tell it by the way you are looking at her, your eyes being wide open. 

She was born for that life, she was raised with the only purpose to kill, to spy, but since the Avengers no longer exist, what was she? Her skills were no longer useful. At first, she tried to get a normal job, but it didn't end very well, she just couldn't fit in. She hated the feeling of having everything to learn again.

And it was all your fault.

You were the voice in her head that made her believe it was possible, that she could, one day, have a normal life, without blood and fights. You are the one that gave her hope. When she was at your side, she always felt like you were right, but reality was quick to kick in and, whenever the two of you were talking, there was always a small detail that would remind her that you are living in two opposite worlds. The demons that haunted her spared you and she will never be able to make it up for the blood on her hands.

But then you abandoned her, like the others, and she realized she couldn't do it without you to show her the beauty of the world. It just seems impossible, she was too brutal for the earth. 

And she started hating you for your lies. 

You never knew, but she was watching you the whole time. She knows every detail of your life, how you succeeded to rebuild it after the Avengers when she failed. It seems so simple, so why couldn't she do the same? You seem to have forgotten your former colleagues so easily, you got a new job and friends, a complete new life in only a few months, as if she never existed. Meanwhile, the memories of her time with the Avengers were stuck in her head. 

She felt like she lost her only chance to have a normal life. 

It's not surprising, then, that she fell again in that loop of blood and death. It was familiar, almost comforting, something she is good at. Whenever she completes a mission, it reminds her that she has a place in that world, even if it's not the one she has dreamed of.

She loved to see you struggling. She enjoyed watching you those past months, she wanted to see how desesperate you could get before breaking down. She knew it wasn't healthy, but she couldn't help but love the feeling of power, and it is even more true right now, as she has you pinned against the wall, one of her hands pressed against your throat.

“I know that you think you’re better than me, but we are the same, we are both killers," she said, her face being so close to yours that you could feel her breath. "The difference is that you are controlled by your superiors. They wouldn’t care if I was doing the same, they don’t care about those deaths, they are just afraid they can't control me. And you know what?" she asked with a frightening expression, "they're right to feel that way. Now that I am free, no one will ever tell me what to do, not even you,” she whisepered those last words in your ears, it sounded like a warning. 

In reality, she is only almost free, because she has one last thing to do for it to be true. Even if she is now at the head of her own organization, no longer taking orders from anyone else, she doesn't feel completely free yet. This time, it is not because of Dreykov, Fury or Tony, but you. 

The redhead firmly believes that, if she manages to control you, she will be able to get the freedom she always wanted. 

Slowly, her gentle touch becomes agressive, her fingers are no longer caressing your cheek, they are wrapped around your throat, the pressure slowly increasing until you are struggling to breath. You can read everything she never told you in her eyes: suffering and despair, hatred and anger. 

You are the last thing with power over her. She can't get you out of her mind, being obsessed with you in a way that isn't healthy. She can't stop thinking about the sweet words you used to whisper to her when she was at her lowest, the ones that gave her a glimpse of who she could've been, but also the ones that prevent her from embracing who she really is.

If she wants to be free, she needs to grief the person she would've been if her childhood would've been like yours, and it won't be possible as long as you're here. Your words were the cause of the guilt that was building in her sometimes, when it was late, they were keeping her from sleeping, they are the reason for all her weaknesses.

"P- please," you whispered, managing to say a few words, begging for your life as she coldly held her knife above your head - you don't doubt one second she would kill you without any hesitation.

But the hit never came.

She just stayed like that for what felt like hours, tilting her head while a smile spread on her face, almost mocking. The smile has nothing in common with what you're used to, this one sends shivers through your body.

"Hm, you're right," she eventually said, as if you said something that would've been enough for her to change her mind when you didn't - she seems to be talking to herself. "Where would be the fun if I kill you know? It was just starting to get interesting, don't you think?" she added and your relief is short, there is something mischevious on her tone and attitude that makes you wish she just've killed you instead. 

Those past months made her realize that she doesn't need to kill you, she doesn't even really want to. No, what she really enjoyed was more the idea of having control over your life, to know that you were so desesperate that she was the only thing in her mind - and you didn't even know yet it was her behind that. 

Now that you know, it'll only make it worse.

If she wouldn't hesitate to stab you, she knows that you would. After so many years of working with you, she had time to get to know you, and she was right thinking you didn't change, still being so predictable. She barely had to do anything to have you between her hands, you fell almost on her trap so easily that it was almost disappointing.

You are doing everything she guesses you will.

And she knows you won't kill her, *how could you?* You strongly believe in redemption and that, even if Natasha got lost, you can take her back, no matter how long it'll take. Everyone deserves a second chance. 

The redhead thought it would be entertaining to see you try to "save her" and miserably fail before she ends your life. This is the revenge she was looking for. 

"I'll leave you a little something to remember who you are dealing with," she murmurs as she lowers the knife, directing it toward your hips where she stabs you. She knows exactly what she is doing, to within a few millimeters, she would've killed you but she didn't. "See you soon," she added, and they're the last words she pronounces as she leaves the room. 

It is a reminder of the power she has. She leaves you on the ground, alone and bleeding like an animal while she has no injuries. And, if this encounter ended up that way, it is only because she decided to, not because she had pity, nor because you decided to. She could've killed you in a second if she wanted to, and god, she loves that feeling.

Tags - @imnotslouching

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[dc-marvel-crossovers]

The DC/Marvel Crossover server is proud to present our summer Pool Noodle Party! Celebrating the rarest crossover pairs, both platonic and romantic. Courtesy of this post about ships that are too small to count as ships:

For our purposes, a “pool noodle” is a relationship tag that comes up with less than 30 hits on Ao3. Platonic (&) relationships count! Any and all crossover pairings with under 30 existing fics are welcome.

We have six themes. Each theme will have a week for posting creations and a week for celebrating — giving feedback and leaving comments. We’ll share everything that was created the previous week and try to spread the love, but also post rec lists of our favorite older fics that fit the theme.

For anybody who's interested in creating fanworks for existing fic, we'll be posting a list (soon) of fics whose authors have given permission for podfic, moodboards, art, and playlists inspired by their work!

Themes are relatively loose, so your ship might fit multiple themes — that’s fine! Entirely up to you when you post.

Check out the prompt lists! Keep in mind that fics do not have to fit a particular prompt, only the general theme for the week they're posted. These are just for inspiration.

Hackers, Paleolithic weapons, interplanetary romance, etc.

Robin Hood AU 

Mia Dearden & Kate Bishop

Eddie and Venom work at the Daily Planet 

Tony and Roy in rehab

Venom finds a new host 

Kree identity shenanigans

“I’m a doctor, not a _” 

Oracle & Jarvis 

Clint and Dick knew each other in the circus 

Starfire meets the Marvels 

Not necessarily femslash, but woman-centric!

Natasha Romanoff/Talia Al Ghul

Birds of Prey crossover 

Genderswap 

Amanda Waller puts together an all-female team 

Captain Britain Peggy Carter

Powerpuff Girls AU 

Diana Prince in SHIELD 

Selina Kyle as a Widow  

Coulson recruits Cassandra Cain

Blorbos who have been resurrected, who live in Daredevil territory, who deal with demonic shit, etc.

Lazarus Pit side effects

Priest!Jason 

"I think they came back wrong."

Dumpster bros 

Buffy crossover 

Nelson & Murdock in Gotham

Orpheus and Eurydice retelling

Angels and demons AU 

Clint Barton/John Constantine 

-powers, -heroes, -villains, -boys, -girls, and/or -soldiers!

Conner Kent gets adopted 

Powers/serum are sexually transmitted 

Loki joins the Legion of Doom

“Wait, I have powers in this universe?” 

Power swap 

Kryptonian biology quirks

Marvel character gets a Lantern ring

Supernatural crossover

Murder as a love language, or at least as a career.

John Wick AU 

Ronin!Clint / RedHood!Jason 

Outlaws team-up 

Gun/knife play 

Wade & Slade Wilson are related 

Marvel character trains Jason during Lost Days

Someone kills the Joker

The other Winter Soldier

Frank adopts Jason

Alternately, found family! Anything to do with relationships involving more than one person.

Band AU 

Team as family (or team as relationship)

Midnighter/Apollo/someone

Werewolf AU   

Biker gang AU 

“God help us if they ever join forces.” 

Teen Titans meet the Young Avengers 

Accidental alien planet multi-marriage

"Everybody lives in Clint's apartment building" civilian AU

[tllgrrl]

“…suddenly there came a tapping…” by @tllgrrl aka nefertiri jones

Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Valentina de la Fontaine | <500 Words | SFW

Summary: After dinner, an unexpected visitor shows up on Sarah’s porch.

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Post-dinner clean-up is done, Cass and AJ have commandeered the dining room table with homework, and Bucky is also there on his laptop, offering assistance when needed while he’s doing some preliminary research for Sam’s upcoming mission with Team Cap.

Sarah is in the mudroom taking a load of towels out of the dryer when a tapping is heard at the front screen door.

“I’ll get it,” she says softly, gently squeezing Bucky’s shoulder as she walks past him.

He catches her hand, and kisses it.

“Alright now,” she giggles.

He looks over his shoulder, watching her walk away before turning back to his laptop. He continues studying the maps and notes, but he also listens.

Stepping up to the door, Sarah’s smile fades a little as she sees a short, very well tailored White woman standing there, tapping something into an impressive cellphone.

It’s the latest model with a lot of camera lenses on it.

“Hello,” Sarah says, trying not to stare at the large streak of purple in the woman’s otherwise black, highly coiffed hair. “May I help you?“

Quickly glancing over the tiny woman’s shoulder, she sees a black SUV parked at the end of the walkway, and an also very-well-tailored (and serious-looking) black-suited White man standing next to it.

There’s another one in the driver’s seat.

The woman on the other side of the screen door looks up from her phone, smiles an overly bright smile that stops at her eyes, and introduces herself as “Director Valentina de la Fontaine” as if it was supposed to mean something.

“Is Sergeant Barnes in? Sergeant James Barnes.”

The Director looks past Sarah, and on a wall she sees a photo hanging in the middle of a bunch of what looks like family pictures that span several decades.

That center photo, though in an old frame, is very new and immediately catches her eye.

It’s Barnes in a suit and tie, smiling broadly, standing just behind a radiant Black woman who is wearing a pretty yellow dress. She’s holding a bouquet of yellow and blue flowers. His arms are wrapped around her.

Standing in front of them are two young Black boys also in suits but wearing low top Chucks sneakers. Like the happy couple, they’re also grinning ear to ear.

The woman in that photo is the tall, frankly stunning Black woman that’s now standing in front of her. The photo pictured on the fancy cell phone screen identifies her as Sarah Wilson, recently having become Sarah Wilson-Barnes, which now makes this Retrieval even more complicated.

Director de la Fontaine has no patience for complications.

12 hours later…

On a private jet to Langley, Bucky Barnes is not a happy man.

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After seeing the Thunderbolts* teaser trailer that Marvel dropped, I’m still thinking that Bucky is going to be tasked with babysitting, and finally joining up to work beside, the Messy Avengers. But how did all that happen? I got some Thoughts that start with this little ficlet that’s been on my mind for a minute, ever since the lineup was announced.

Thanks for indulging me and giving it a read. Feel free to let me know how you think it all went down.

(ADDENDUM: A little flash-forward is HERE in a moodboard drabble.)

[babylon-littlespace]

Little Kate Bishop moodboard!

Just a moodboard for a little Kate,, I like to image that Clint or America would be her usual caregivers, although some of the other Young Avengers tend to babysit her!

[hannahhook7744]

Isle kid Moodboards revamped part 1;

Hunter Claudias de Vil, the 28 year old son of Helga Sinclair and great nephew of Cruella de Vil. Older cousin of Ivy, Diego, and Carlos de Vil.

He was one of the kids who were brought to the isle when it was created, despite the fact that he was only 12 when he committed his crimes. Because of this and the fact that Ivy—who was 6 when she created her crimes—got sent to the isle with him, he's more than a bit bitter towards the heroes. Especially since he and Ivy were dead for a couple of years before the heroes decided to bring them back and send them to the isle just in time for Carlos to turn one.

He raised his cousins while living in hell hall and protected them the best he could while dealing with his own trauma.

He's a bit of a loner now. He is dating Jane's cousin, Eliza, and Jim Jr.

Ivana 'Ivy' Mallory de vil, the 22 year old daughter of Cameron Sandiago and niece of Cruella de Vil. Younger cousin of Hunter de Vil and older cousin of Diego and Carlos de Vil.

She is a pyromanic, cosmetic, beauty pageant queen who loves her family and regrets her past actions, even if she's still a bit two faced.

She likes soap operas, riding her bike, drinking, designing her own clothes, cars, weapons, lasers, fashion, dolls, building things, fire, and so on.

She is dating Grumpy's son, Gordon.

Diego Ethan De Vil, the 21 year old son of Cecil De Vil and nephew of Cruella De Vil.

Member of the Bad Apples, Harriet's crew, and the Anti-heroes' club.

He loves coke the beverage, music, social media, piracy, and tattoos, and doesn't want to be evil. He is a chill, laid back dude who doesn't always make the best decisions because of how impulsive he is but he's a great cousin regardless.

He has a thing for Doug's brother, Derek.

Jason 'Jace' Nelson Badun, the 17 year old son of Jasper Badun and the strong woman of The Ringmaster's Circus. Nephew of Horace Badun.

He is a member of the Anti-heroes club and a student at Dragon Hall but is also the muscle and co-founder of The Badun Detective Agency.

He lives in Carlos' treehouse with his cousin, which is also their base of operations.

He is a semi-responsible, semi-stable young man who is just trying to make the world a better place and protect those he cares about along with the innocents of the isle.

Harold 'Harry' Everett Badun, the 17 year old son of Horace Badun and Helga Sinclair. Nephew of Jasper Badun.

He is a member of the Anti-heroes club and a student at Dragon Hall but is also the leader and co-founder of The Badun Detective Agency.

He lives in Carlos' treehouse with his cousin, which is also their base of operations.

He is a reckless smartass who is constantly planning to stick to Auradon the first chance he gets as he does his best to protect and avenge the innocents of the isle—who is constantly reminding people that he is a detective and not a stalker.

Lil Yaz Sorcerer of Enchancia, the 19 year old (at the time of wicked world) son of Cedric the sorcerer of Enchancia and Yzma. Oldest brother of Yzla and Zevon. Younger cousin of Zim, Calista, and Zam.

The Morally grey/choatic neutral one.

The carefree chameleon who keeps his cards close to his chest, doing whatever he wants and whatever benefits him and his family the most.

Lover of daggers, Shiney clothes, and potions, and the color purple. Also a baker and a rapper. Died of Appendicitis shortly before wicked world took place.

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchancia, The 17 year old (at the time of d3) daughter of Cedric the Sorcerer of Enchancia and Yzma. Cousin of Zim, Calista Sorcerer, and Zam. Younger sister of Lil Yaz and older sister of Zevon.

She is a member of the Anti-heroes' club and a student at Dragon Hall as well as the code breaker of the Badun Detective Agency.

She likes ballet, music, alchemy, magic, astrology, potion making, chemistry, and code breaking but can't cook.

She is a friend of Cj's and is dating Reza Vizer.

Zevon Sorcerer of Enchancia, the 16 year old son of Cedric the sorcerer and Yzma. Younger brother of Yzla and Lil Yaz. Younger cousin of Calista, Zim, and Zam.

He has a pet crow like his dad and a pet cat.

He and his parents get along fine, and he constantly butts heads with his older hero sister, Yzla.

He likes baking and cooking like Kronk and love science and alchemy like his cousins and his parents.

He's good at parkour and singing, and magic and he loves hanging out with Cj and Freddie. He also loves doing fake magic for little kids. He takes alot after his dad and is scared of rejection.He can swim and likes pranking. He loves Kronk's spinach puffs, canoeing, and swimming. He can also sword fight but he's not the best at it.

He is hellbent on avenging his older brother and getting back at Auradon for his death, which has put him even more at odds with Yzla who doesn't appreciate his violent methods.

The Evil Step-Granddaughters:

Princess Dorothy Annabel Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 21 years old.

Princess Daphne Adeline Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 20 years old.

Princess Deborah 'Debbie' Abigail Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 18 years old.

Princess Delanie Marie Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 15 years old.

Princess Dixie Sonia Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 15 years old.

Princess Dotty Delphine Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 13 years old.

Princess Drizella 'Dizzy' Sophia Tremaine-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 11 years old.

The Stabbington Cousins:

Prince Ignatius 'Iggy' Zigmund Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 22 years old. Son of Rudi 'Patchy' Stabbington- Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Medusa 'Madame Medusa' Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Princess Darlina 'Greeny' Earlina Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 22 years old. Daughter of Rudi 'Patchy' Stabbington- Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Medusa 'Madame Medusa' Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Prince Rexford 'Rex/Nosey' Arthus Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 14 years old. Son of Rudi 'Patchy' Stabbington- Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Medusa 'Madame Medusa' Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Prince Cormac 'Brunet' Augustus Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 22 years old. Son of Runo 'Sideburns' Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Caine Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

Princess Tega 'Braids' Augusta Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles. Age 15 years old. Daughter of Runo 'Sideburns' Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles and Caine Stabbington-Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

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Oh shit maybe it's time for a masterlist. will these links work on mobile? Probably not!

IN PROGRESS!!

Hello friends and/or enemies. You can call me Sarge. If you've ever seen something about Kate Bishop paired with the most random character and you went "wat" there's a solid chance I was involved.

I was born in the 1900s. My pronouns are they/she/him. Gender is a social construct and if I have to deal with the social construct of money I don't feel like I should have to deal with the social construct of gender. I am neurospicy and disabled.

You don't have to follow me to talk to me or message me (apparently this is a thing???) By all means come shout at me a bit.

There is a sergeantangel on here; that's not me (just clarifying for all of you because sometimes I myself get confused). I do have sideblogs though! My fashion/costuming blog is whatdoyouwearwolf and if you want to read a plethora of character specific reader insert, head on over to readerinsertrepository (it's very thirsty over there, you've been warned. I wanted to make it easier to navigate my favorite horny lil bedtime stories.)

Kk hereeee we go

Most of these tags will also include things that I did not write (because I like to drag/get dragged into crackship rarepair land by friends. i love them very much you should follow them too)

Kate Bishop Starter Pack

Mattkate with the arts (Kate Bishop x Matt Murdock)

and their friends Frankate and Mattfrankate (Devil's Chess) also with art (Frank Castle x Kate Bishop, Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x Kate Bishop)

Stuckate, loml with arts (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Kate Bishop)

Dinkate: that time someone was like "Kate Bishop and Din Djarin?" and i was like GASP you're right

Kate and TF141

Violet Avenger, Pacific Rim AU

Thorkate, also with some art (also some rad moodboards in there)

The NohKate Buzzfeed Unsolved AU, complete with ART

Various collected DC thoughts because I'm too ADHD to split them up right now, including the introduction of the lauded DC brainrot anon

Young Avengers nonsense

Sharkate (Sharon Carter x Kate Bishop)

Sense8 AU

or if you just want to crack my skull open and see what my brain looks like, here is the my stuff tag which is...my stuff

do you wonder what it's like working at a hospital at night?

the one where Kate Bishop is the reincarnation of Kissin' Kate Barlow and finally saves her Sam (a fave tbh)

that time i wrote something in the reblogs of a matt and clint comic and the op added it on

Kate Bishop's Boyfriends--look it's just thirsty in here. this is also the tag for Kate Bishop's Girlfriends but I liked the alliteration of Bishop and Boyfriend

take some random ass ships that i love with my whole heart

ok that's all for now. I may try to be more organized later. You can also find me on Ao3 under the same name

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Thoughts from the shadows - Maul's pow

Summary: The sith Lord had only one job, to look out for the queen and collect information. But his crimson eyes got distracted by a young woman.

Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of violence, narcissistic thoughts and alcohol use. (Let me know if I left out something.)

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language. Moodboard made by me, pictures from Pinterest. Please enjoy reading!

previous chapter

Maul had only one thing to do, a task that his master entrusted to him. To observe the queen when and where his master cannot. Master was waiting for the right moment to carry out the queen’s kidnapping. Tough Maul thought it would be much easier to kill the woman. He wanted to begin the steps of his grand plan to avenge the Sith as soon as possible. Because of his impatience, his master reprimanded him and warned him against hurting the queen. His job was only to follow her during her activities outside the palace. Paying attention to what might be a threat to the plan and gather information. This task was usually done by a well-trusted droid, but this time it was not possible to implement this solution. The club used strong defenses and used certain kinds of magnetic waves to block the droids that were inside and approaching the building. That's how Maul ended up in the nightclub. He crept in like a shadow in the right place, so he got in unnoticed. He had a perfect view of the target from the decorative pillars of the ceiling. 

As he knows her routine, Padme doesn't usually go to places like this, but because of her relative's birthday, she had to come in person and not to send one of her minion lookalikes. The little princess was so distracted that she didn't even notice when Maul used the force to "help" the dancers away when they got too close to her. She was so pitifully tiny, one wrong step is enough or if she faints, she will be immediately swallowed up by the crowd and flattened. And although Maul liked the idea of massacring the witnesses, he didn't want to carry the princess back to the palace, nor having a punishment from his master. 

He was annoyed that he was given an unworthy task. A droid can also observe, but in this idiotic place, droids were not allowed, nor equipment suitable for photography and filming, so he had to come in person. He was bored while looking at the many pitiful persons down there. 

They were all boringly mundane and stupid, they didn't even realize what a danger he was to them. But at least no Jedi were allowed inside. A sweet shiver ran down his spine when he thought about how easy it would be to end one's pathetic life in this place. 

He was a divine figure, watching from above, looking down on the simple and useless souls. Like a demigod looking down from the heavenly heights full of pity and hatred. How fun it would be to cause them a little suffering. A single act of violence in the crowd is enough to fall like dominoes, everyone in the room would quickly sober up and gorgeous panic would break out. Maul liked the idea.

Yet he did nothing. As much as he liked to flaunt his knowledge, he was also proud. His master taught him prudence, planning and patience. All large-scale plans must be carefully considered, steps must be planned, battles must be carefully chosen. He acknowledged with smug satisfaction that as easily as the predator could snap out from him, he could hold himself back just as easily. 

He was not a barbarian, but a skilled sworn warrior. He does not lower himself, not so easily and senselessly. He's much more than that. 

He noticed something, an unusual beam of light scanned his face. It wasn't hard to find its source, a young woman was dancing in the crowd, her dress was made of tiny shiny panels like a mirror ball. Her movements caused light to flash across the room. Maul growled in annoyance. 

For some inexplicable reason, his eyes always easily found the reflection of light on shiny objects. There was something mesmerizing about them, if only for a moment. He continued to watch the Padme with his crimson eyes. However, the woman kept distracting him. That annoying young woman in the mirror dress.

Since Padme was as boring as a bowl of porridge without a topping, he decided to satisfy his curiosity because something was off with the dancing woman. He moved easily, invisibly, in the hall. The unknown lady moved easily, elegantly and sexy, but he still didn't understand why he was wasting his attention on her. This was not typical of him, what's more, the woman was not exactly his typical type either. Though passion was an important part in the sith code, he wasn't particularly interested in women, he was way too goal-oriented. 

But when he needed some relief of this kind, he just went places where they made deals and promised love, but it was clear to everyone that these were just empty promises. Instead, visitors could leave with empty pockets, but mostly satisfied.

He had neither the time, nor the patience, nor the desire to get to know each other, date, and get into a relationship. (He leaves this kind of hell to the stupid average people and to those who believe in childish fairy tales that love is important and stronger than anything else. Such bantha shit!) But when someone caught his attention they were usually shapely, curvy and soft-bodied females and not humans. 

Not that this woman wasn't attractive. She was of average height with an average thin build, long dark brown hair reaching to the middle of her back, her skin was very pale though, her cheeks reddened while dancing. At the same time, he noticed how annoyed the lady was by one of the men's attempts to approach her.

As he approached through the shadows, he could feel her anger trying to spill over the strong wall of inhibition, like a surge of water held back by a dam. He easily slipped the female's mind. He could almost see in front of him how, according to the woman's plan, she pulls the men forward, knocks his face down on the ground and makes her little fists bloody while smashing the idiot's face, with her bare hands. Her pretty face is covered in drops of blood, and she shouts angrily at the dancers, the crowd, and the world.

Maul also senses the power she exerts to fulfill this desire too. 

He can also feel how the waves of anger are being calmed down by her.. And then he is already trapped outside, locked outside of her consciousness. 

"Fast and efficient." he thought with faint appreciation. 

When she danced with two men seductively, she must have sensed that she was being watched because she turned and looked directly at him.Their eyes met, and Maul noticed that her eyes were as light green as the rare gemstone jade. He noticed her freckles, which contrasted across her nose and high cheekbones. There was something in her eyes, at first he didn't know what, he tried to get into her mind again, but he ran into strong high walls. This surprised him, he knew few people who were not force users and resisted the mental approach. But these were generally wiser and more experienced persons. What makes this young lady mentally so strong? She's not a force user, and she doesn't look anything more than the average female in her early twenties. She doesn't pose a threat either, since she hasn't gotten close to anyone important like a shadow girl would. Strange.

And then he felt it, somewhere under the desire and light curiosity, suppressed anger was raging deep. It's not a fatal amount and it's not exploitable enough - because the woman is not a force user - but it's definitely there, sweetly inviting the opportunity to taste it and release it. She intrigued him. Her beauty, her strong mind and her blissful anger. He wanted to touch her, to smell her, even claim her. He suddenly noticed the desire in himself, and felt his blood running faster in his veins, as well as his muscles tensed.

This surprised him. No female had managed to surprise Maul so far. If anyone saw him, they usually took a few steps back and he could feel the fear in them, the humble surrender, like when an apex predator corners its prey. It was almost that they sensed his power and immediately obeyed.  But not her. She didn't show any sign of fear, in fact, he only discovered some excitement and curiosity in her, when he gently stroked the castle wall of her soul.

"Interesting." he thought.

He almost devoured her with his gaze. He liked her, the way she moved, the way she looked, and imagined in countless dirty and passionate ways how he would possess her. He played with the idea of what the lady might want, how to get her. And that's why he observed her carefully physically, but more intensely with his mind. 

“What is your game lady? Which little game makes your brain click and your body reacts? Fast and eager? Like a thirsty person would taste water after a long, hot day? Greedily?Like a pirate would take a treasure? Or more like predator and prey game? Ah! That will be the last one. The lady invited him to play, Maul sees the flaring playfulness in those green orbs of hers. He is available for a little cat and mouse game. So be it.”his thoughts run quickly through his mind.

But Maul didn't miss the girl's funny little thought too. According to her, she think’s that she’s in charge. He couldn't read her thoughts, but read her gestures and detected some self-righteousness in them. This was somewhat amusing and annoying at the same time. He could stand arrogance even a tiny bit of it.. 

“Tsktsk. What a false, but true role falsely believed by the woman. She thinks she's the one in control. There is a penalty for such thoughts. Maybe the lady initiated it, but she definitely didn't control the game. The hunter's job is to observe and corner the prey, making it believe that there is an escape route. He decided to have a little fun and changed the situation. He positioned himself perfectly in seconds, so that the female couldn't see him, but he himself could perfectly watch the disappointment pouring out on that pretty, pale face of hers. 

He moved away, the young woman could no longer see him, but he followed her with his eyes and watched her. He noted with satisfaction that she was trying to drive away the fog caused by fun and alcohol from her mind with water.

"Clever girl! With a clear mind the game won't be so easy, nevertheless it be more enjoyable." 

Maul didn't really like the effect of spice or drinks, he liked being aware of everything around him, constantly observing and processing information, reading from his environment and the people around him. Thus, he was always at an advantage, and he was reluctant to let this power out of his hands. His master had taught him well. As well as his experiences that life threw at him. In addition, the ladies he visited from time to time always tasted of alcohol, which only made them even less attractive to him. Perhaps he was involuntarily longing for some variety, purity, and perhaps instead of burning alcohol, he would rather feel some sweetness on his tongue. Something more... divine. 

When she went back dancing he noticed earlier that the tall vampire girl's mothering around, although friendly, was somewhat annoying to his chosen one. How open a face can be. Like an open book. Every tiny twitch and facial expression revealed what the other person was thinking. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, Maul has already practiced this so much that he knows exactly what it looks like when someone lies or says something other than what they think. Perhaps each person is different due to their personality and cultural upbringing, but the basics work the same for almost everyone.

For example, just now the vampire lady asked, and the other gave a small nod, but her smile was flatter, she pursed her lips a little and a small wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. And even if the vampire noticed, she was not offended, from which he could conclude that they could be in a close relationship.

"Is it because of me that you are nervous lady? Or is there something else?" The game finally started to get more interesting.

Maul watches as she returns to the dancers. Although she seemed calmer, he felt that she was struggling with something, he sensed her nervousness. 

He returned to his task for a while. Maybe it's better that way, the lady now easily turns her attention to new dance partners in an instant. 

Maybe he thinks it's disrespectful and would like to make it harder for her to breathe, but he can't draw attention to himself. Padmé hardly moved from the table, her lookalike maidens sat around her and her company. 

Maul growled a little grumpily as a disgruntled grimace crossed his exotic features. He couldn't focus on Padme's conversation, what he overheard was a bit of nostalgia and a boring discussion of the economic situation.

He wanted to see those jade green eyes again. Before he could realize what he was doing, he used the shadows of the room again to look for the lady in the now familiar shiny dress. She was fucking lustful, her every move, the way she moved her hips, the way she tossed her hair, the way her hands ran seductively over her own body. The feeling of being near to her intensified as the young woman found his glooming eyes again. In a strange way, she always sensed his closeness quickly. This time, Maul happily acknowledged that the lady intended the dance for him, and the others only tools in a play of seduction that she creates and plays just for him. This pleased Maul’s ego. Taking advantage of a clever moment, Maul stood directly behind her. She was so close. Less than an arm's length away, the opportunity offered for the man to approach. Maul felt that this moment would quickly disappear if he didn't live with it. But for some reason, he still wanted their first touch to happen at a different time and place. Consciously controlling himself, he took the initiative with a soft caress, which surprised the woman, but Maul noted with satisfaction the approach of her body, she leaned closer to his chest. He could see the tattoo under the goosebumps running down her bare back, how much different it was from his. It's such elegant and delicate work, the exact opposite of his. This turned him on, he could feel the velvety skin and silky soft hair that belonged to the woman even through his gloved hands. Her body moves gracefully and seductively just for him. And the smell... it was sweet, fresh but not too intrusive at the same time. The man liked this, he instinctively leaned closer and the blend of fresh notes of dark cherries, bitter almond and a light hint of jasmine hit his senses. Interestingly, her hair had a fresh fruity scent, but Maul knew that if he leaned closer and sniffed the crook of her neck, the scent would be sweet, like the milla flowers bushes blooming on Naboo right now.

The scent only made the young woman even more attractive to him. As he touched her hips and began to dance with her in his own way, he closed his eyes and imagined for a moment what it would be like to taste and touch every part of her. What does she taste like? It must be sweet. Would the bed sheets smell like that in the morning, or would it evaporate like dew on a sunny morning as quickly as if it had never been there? Which of them would wake up first after a night of satisfyingly tangled up in each other and fucking?

Maul didn't understand why he thought such things, why did he overrode his obligations to his Master just to hold this unknown woman in his arms for a few minutes? Why did he feel the urge to pull her closer instead of letting go? He didn't even notice that his grip tightened on her hips, making her moan so sweetly that he forgot all the difficult thoughts and focused only on the now. Here. With her. In their own little dance which felt … strangely intimate. Yes it was strange to be like this with someone who was a stranger.  As she touched his neck softly, Maul had to control his instinct to not fuck her right there, where everyone would see, how he markes her as his. Hard and passionate. No hooker has ever made him feel this way with such intensity. And here is this green-eyed female, who is not so flashy, not so honey-glazed fake, not forcedly seductive. Although he didn't know her, when she turned to face him, he felt a strange feeling of warmth appear deeply in his stomach, a warm shiver running down his spine. It was soothing, comforting, he wanted more, but he didn't kiss her. When their foreheads touched again, he could easily read her. She felt the chemistry too and she wanted more too, to take things further. But could there be more, and further? Maul inhaled a deep breath of her scent and cursed to himself. He had only one task and only one rule. Watch the queen and stay undetected. He disobeyed because he acted on instinct, he listened to his desire and not to his master. He knew that this would not be without consequences. His master somehow always senses and knows the transgressions. He usually didn't ask why, just whether it was worth it. Yes, that's what he asked every time he was punishing.

”Is it worth it my apprentice?”

Really.... Is this green-eyed lady worth being disobedient to? An average person, a weak little human, a woman who can neither understand nor use force, a civilian. No!

Malul took advantage of the opportunity and left the woman's vicinity. With each step he moved further away from her, her body, her scent, he realized he didn't even know her name. With each step, his body signaled his dissatisfaction, but he had to listen to his own mind, because awareness leads to greatness. If there was anything Maul wanted besides revenge, it was the big greatness.

To make sure of this, he followed her home. At least this was the reason he used to calm down the ominous signal that his brain sent to his body. He is convinced that this human woman is truly not worth his attention and the risk to his great future. An average young woman with an average life.

Maul knew he would have disrupted both of their lives by kissing her.

Now he was glad his self-control had won and he hadn't.

But his heart called him a fool.

next chapter

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What is Red Revenge?

Basically, it's a WW2 superhero story that actually goes into alternate history instead of pretending modern day would be unchanged from the real world after all these events and despite all these supernatural and superscientific elements.

I can't think of anything to compare it to. Über? The Specialists? There is also some inspiration from Inglourious Basterds. But Red Revenge is not as gory as Über or Basterds, the aforementioned inspiration i don't mean Tarantino's voyeuristic gore. Also nobody is as OP as Über's supersoldiers. Still, it's obviously very dark.

It's supposed to become a webcomic eventually. I've seen writing advice that tells you to make incorrect quotes, playlists, moodboards, etc. about your characters to get a hang of them, which is what i'm doing on this blog. I'm also still workign on the character designs. Researching armies, history, involved real people, and the weather so your alternste history that spans over a decade is realistic is a lot of work and takes a really long time (even withiut indecisiveness and procastination). While the unrealistic elements are the point of divergence, i want the events unfolding from their presence (and other interference) to be realistic and make sense. I need to do other stuff besides research every once in a while too.

Tom Handschin/Carmine Avenger is the main character, a young german antifascist whose adoptive father Hans Leonhardt is murdered by the nazis in 1940 when they're found in Paris. Tom becomes sort of a superhero, though he's propably more similiar to the pulp characters The Shadow and The Spider. Like them, he doesn't have any superpowers. He's also autistic and gay ace, like me. I might change his name to Red Avenger.

Like The Shadow, Tom has a bunch of other people working for him. The most developed ones, whom i've already mentioned on this blog, are Emese Nacht/Pine, Horst Dießl/Crow, and Arthur Tangemann/Star. They all have single-word codenames that are supposed to look like legit surnames.

Sascha Schwinghammer, Basti Brandt, and Karl Barbier are Hans' friends and compatriots who are alive (at least for the time being), Renate Brandt is Basti's wife and Hannah Barbier is Karl's wife (Hannah, Karl, and Sascha are secretly all together). Hans, Sascha, Basti, and Karl are all disabled WWI veterans, they met during WWI, remained in contact, and opposed the nazis together.

Detlev Herr is Tom's former friend from the orphanage and a current frenemy. The frenemy thing is because Detlev joined the communist party in the late 1920s and believed KPD's narrative that all non-KPD leftists are evil. And since Tom is an anti-USSR and anti-KPD socialist...

The other superheroes of Red Revenge, besides Tom, are the generically superhuman Louisa Kinge/The Catalyst, pretty low-level psychic dhampir Miyako Hasuike/Wisteria Woman, the hydrokinetic and potential nixie Tadpole, the vampire Noah Ashford/Grey Howler, and generically superhuman Orville Holm/Freedom Fighter.

The main villains of Red Revenge are, obviously, a group of nazi supervillains; their leader The Lightbearer, the robot soldier Living Inferno, speedster Falk Bernhardt Rot/Thunderlight, telekinetic Adele Siemon/The Maiden, and hydrokinetic maybe-nixie/human hybrid Romano Marchegiano, generically superhuman Byron Ashford, and sniper Jan Messer who i don't have codename ideas for yet. The Lightbearer's girlfriends Gretchen Wagner and Kreszentia Glasner might also get mentioned. I've already decided how and when all these people die, at least tentatively.

(Yes, Noah and Byron are related. There's a whole british upper class family drama with them)

(Tadpole and Marchegiano are not related. Neither are Miyako and Noah)

[sarahsmi13s]

Vinny's Moodboard Multiverse!

I DO NOT constenst to these moodboards, or any of my work, being posted to other writing or social media platforms not affiliated with me!

hello my darlings! this is a masterlist for all of my moodboards across my multiverse of hyperfixations! and they will be labeled appropriately!!

Top Gun

series:

bring her home, bradshaw -> Bradley N. Bradshaw -> Y/N Mitchell -> Serecet Character

j and s -> The Promotion -> Hometown Hero

the duckie universe collection

the lieutenant rogers universe collection

the baldur's gun collection

individuals

jake 'hangman' seresin -> Sunsets on the Beach -> Merc with a Mouth -> Deep Cover -> The Surfer and The Paramedic

bradley 'rooster' bradshaw -> 90's Bradley

natasha 'phoenix' trace -> Soft Dreamy Nat -> She-Hulk -> Rising From The Fallen Leaves

robert 'bob' floyd -> Inky Blue Night with Baby Blue Eyes

mickey 'fanboy' garcia -> Golden (fan)Boy

9-1-1

series

118 Avengers

individuals

the evan 'buck' buckley collection

the eddie diaz collection

Outer Range

-> Rhett Abbott (resdient evil 7/8 au)

Walt 'Finn' Finnegan

-> Impress to Undress

Charlie Young

-> Sleepy Weekends

Events and Celebrations!

-> Moodboards Under the Tree -- 500 follower celly

[namorssideburns]

David Alleyne aka Prodigy

[wiccan-speed]

Young Avengers:

-TOMMY ‘S P E E D’ SHEPHERD-

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

More info here!

For our purposes, a “pool noodle” is a relationship tag that comes up with less than 30 hits on Ao3. Platonic (&) relationships count! Any and all crossover pairings with under 30 existing fics are welcome.

Alternately, found family! Anything to do with relationships involving more than one person.

Band AU 

Team as family (or team as relationship)

Midnighter/Apollo/someone

Werewolf AU   

Biker gang AU 

“God help us if they ever join forces.” 

Teen Titans meet the Young Avengers 

Accidental alien planet multi-marriage

"Everybody lives in Clint's apartment building" civilian AU

If you'd like to participate, but not as a writer, you can make fanwork for an existing fic! We have an Ao3 collection here. The bookmarks are all pool noodle fics whose authors have given permission for art, podfic, playlists, and moodboards inspired by their work.

Below are a few that specifically fit this theme, for fanwork and/or just for your reading enjoyment! Please feel free to share your own recs and tag us, or submit rec posts for us to publish during feedback week.

Take a bite of my heart tonight by @wyxan - Peter Parker/Michelle Jones/Tim Drake, explicit

kiss me like your boyfriend by @mightymightygnomepriest - Peter Parker/Michelle Jones/Tim Drake, explicit

Got Lost in the Game by @there-must-be-a-lock - Clint Barton/Roy Harper/Jason Todd, explicit

These open doors by @bill-longbow - Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes/Roy Harper, mature

All The Devils That You Don't Know by @there-must-be-a-lock - Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, explicit

When I Saw You by @notherdeadrobin - Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, rated T

put some goddamn moves on you by @bittercape - Clint Barton/Roy Harper/Tony Stark, mature

Birds of a feather by @carcrash429 - Clint Barton/Sam Wilson/Dick Grayson, rated G

Forever Kind of Thing by @there-must-be-a-lock - Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes/Jason Todd/Slade Wilson/Matt Murdock/Frank Castle/Roy Harper, explicit

Without You by @amaraangelicus - Bucky Barnes/Brock Rumlow/Jason Todd, rated T

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