#Fate ~ hand poser

[ever8ea]

Pretty Boy ; Luke Castellan x Child of Aphrodite!reader

/ nsfw; heavy makeout, Luke and reader are rivals. Afab reader

5.7k characters, 1.1k words

I know this isn’t my usual content, but ughhh Im so in love with Luke y’all.

The bright blaze of the campfire was really the only thing that brought the whole camp together. All of the cabins sat around it, sharing food and stories.

My sister Silena sat next to me, chatting my ear off about her girlfriend. I pretended to listen, giving the occasional “mhm”, or “omg”. But my attention was trained, seemingly, on the fire. Though really, I was gazing through it, looking at the Hermes table. It was sat perfectly across from the Aphrodite table, as if fateing our rivalry.

Not many at camp would agree that the two cabins as a whole had a rivalry, but almost anyone would agree that Luke and I sure did. From sword fighting, all the way to crafts, it was like a never-ending competition. Some campers had even begun keeping score, something that was heavily discouraged by Chiron.

Today had been no different than usual. Silena and I, the Co-Counselors of cabin 10, had split the cabin in half, and led through the day separately. Silenas half had been focusing on crafting and recreationals, whereas mine had chosen combat, training for capture the flag.

Per usual, Luke was waiting for me, bow and arrow in hand. My confident facade switched on, and I grabbed my own bow and arrows.

See, the thing about luke and I was that we were posers, pretenders. I could see through him, and I knew he could see through me. We both have a facade, a performance. A certain confidence that wasn’t exactly real.

As I approached him, he gave me his signature lopsided smirk. I pulled back my drawstring, and glanced at him.

“Ready for round two, pretty boy?” I muttered, referencing the previous day. He bad crushed me at sword fighting, pining me the the ground.

He snorted, releasing the arrow onto the target. It almost hit the bullseye, centimeters off. I let my arrow loose, hearing the cheers of my cabin mates. My arrow hit the bullseye, beating Luke. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his easy-going smile falter, but come back swiftly.

I turned towards him, grinning smugly. I stuck out my hand for a sportsman-like shake. He grabbed it, pulling me flush against his body. His mouth grazed the shell of my ear, and bit my lobe lightly. “What are you doing,” I muttered, but I didn’t flinch away when he nibbled again. “Call me pretty boy again, it makes me hard,” he muttered, turning away. He glanced back at me, seeing my slack-jawed gaze. Luke winked, smirking lightly. He sauntered off, his confident display shining.

From an outsider looking in, it was playful. It was competitive. But for me, the already suffocating sexual tension just got amplified tenfold.

The day passed normally, with my siblings unaware of my dirty encounter. So when I made eye contact with that beautiful boy through the campfire, I just couldn’t refrain. I stood up from the table, giving Silena a weak excuse. I glanced over at Luke again, but he was already waiting by his cabin. Silena followed my gaze, and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Tell me later,” she giggled, Turing away from me.

I walked over to the Hermes cabin, trying to seem inconspicuous. Ducking in through the doorway, l was met with Luke’s smug face. “Hey love,” he greeted, leaning against one of the buck beds. “We have the cabin all to ourselves,” I walked slowly over to him, and for the first time, I felt unsure.

“I like you luke. I don’t want to be just a one night stand.” I stated, avoiding his eyes. Luke just grabbed my hand, and pulled me around so my back was against the wall.

“Look at me.” He asserted, grabbing my chin in his hands, tilting it up. I gazed into his eyes, smiling softly. “I want you. Beyond tonight. I want you to be my girl.” I didn’t answer, instead pressing my lips softly against his. He kissed me back, his mouth doing wonders against my own. I melted into the feeling, from the way his hand was rubbing circles in the small of my back, to the way his plush lips felt against mine.

He pulled back, taking a breath. “Fuck, love,” Luke huffed, closing the distance again. Somehow, he pulled our bodies even closer together, pushing a knee between my thighs and against my heat.

Placing a hand on his cheek, I deepened the kiss, he, inturn, carded his fingers through my hair, tugging lightly. I gasped, briefly opening my mouth. Luke took the opportunity, slipping his tongue through my lips. I almost let a moan slip, the feeling of his warm, wet tongue exploring my mouth was nearly pornographic.

Instead, I gave it a harsh suck, causing us to clash teeth. I heard him sharply inhale, reminding me to breathe. I was floating on cloud nine, the feeling of his plump lips on mine and his thigh adding just enough pressure on my core got me off.

Suddenly, he shifted, his knee sliding against me. Our lips disconnected and he gazed into my eyes, panting.

“Shitt, I can feel your wetness through my pants.” Luke groaned, palming himself through his shorts. I blushed profusely. He hadn’t even taken my shorts off, let alone touch me.

“Oh, I’m- ugh, I’m sorry, Luke. You’re just so-” he cut me off, nipping against my neck. “Don’t be. Please, don’t be. Your so fucking hot I don’t even know what to do with myself”

He grabbed my hand, and climbed the ladder to his bunk. He gestured for me to join him. Climbing the latter, he quickly switched positions with me, having my back against the mattress and him hovering over me.

I reached up, running my fingers through his curley hair. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips, and my thighs clenched together.

“Oh, fuck me,” I muttered, shutting my eyes tight. I couldn’t believe that I was in Luke’s bed, practically begging for him.

“Gladly, love,” he chortled, taking off his shirt. I gazed at his rippling muscles, his defined torso not helping my situation.

“Truely not funny, pretty boy,”

/pt 2, anyone?

[hunksexydefeat]

Bound and stripped down to nothing more than his revealing purple bikini posers, our sexy superhero can only groan and moan in pain as his sadistic captor delightfully pummels the muscle jock’s hard body. After relentlessly toying with his victim, the villain saunters off to take a breather, giving the hero a window of opportunity to try and loosen his bonds. As he tugs and pulls at the knots, our brave stud can feel his restraints loosening! Already, his strength is slowly returning, the aches are fading from his muscles, escape is only a few seconds away! “What are you doing?” an evil voice resonates through the air. In horror, our hero sees his captor standing over him with a chloroform rag. The doomed muscle man can only scream out one last time “NOOOOo- mmppppffhhhf!” as the rag covers his face and suffuses his lungs with poisoned fumes. It can’t end like this! He was so close to being free…. But our protagonist’s fate is sealed, and now his lifeless body will decorate the hall where the villain displays the fallen muscled physiques of all ex-heroes who fell by his evil hands!

From Hard Heroes’ Tales from the Chamber Vol. 2

[mayhem-things]

protective, jealous Euronymous x reader (Rory Culkin)

(828 words)

Øystein and Y/N record his guitar solo in a studio as another , unknown, perfomer joins them in the room. Jealousy gets the better of Euronymous and consumes him completely as a fight between the two men enflames.

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Euronymous, the renowned musician and mastermind behind Mayhem, sat in the dimly lit rehearsal room, strumming his guitar as his girlfriend listened intently. The air crackled with creative energy, their shared passion for music binding them together. Their love had flourished amidst the chaotic and dark world of black metal, where Euronymous reigned as a true icon in her mind.

But on this fateful night, a rival musician entered the scene. Tall, brooding, and mysterious, he was known for his mesmerizing guitar skills and a captivating stage presence. In comparison to him, Euronymous looked like a total poser as he was smaller and not as buff built like the stranger. His eyes lingered on Y/N, her ethereal beauty drawing his attention like a moth to flame. The infamous rival wasn't the first guy who found himself oddly attracted to her yet he was the most outstanding.

Euronymous, ever the possessive lover, felt a pang of jealousy ignite within him. He watched as The tall massive metalhead approached Y/N, his charming smile concealing a hidden agenda. He introduced himself to her while his words dripped with insincere charm, Euronymous tightened his grip on his guitar, his knuckles turning white.

Y/N, though flattered by the attention, remained loyal to Euronymous. She admired Øystein's rivals talent but recognized that her heart belonged to the man whose music had touched her soul from the very first moment. Yet, the intensity of Euronymous' jealousy grew, threatening to consume him.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Euronymous stormed over, his eyes ablaze with a mix of fury and insecurity. He grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling her possessively towards him. The tension in the room was palpable as the two musicians locked eyes, a battle of wills silently raging between them. The thick atmosphere was so tense  that could cut through air.

"Euronymous, you're hurting me" Y/N whispered, her voice filled with concern as he grabbed her with such a force it shocked her.

Euronymous took a deep breath, his fingers relaxing their grip. He realized that his insecurities were unfounded, that her devotion was unwavering. He nodded, his eyes softening as he embraced the weak, almost scared voice of hers.

"We go" Øystein uttered to deescalate the atmosphere, ending their session for the day. As the two of them wanted to exit the studio, the stranger raised his voice.

"You're not man enough to satisfy her like i could" The tall blonde brought out to provoke the situation further, in success. Y/N eyed her boyfriend with a concerned look as she knew those words wouldn't leave him untouched.

"Don't" she begged but Øystein just couldn't let anyone talk to him like that as it fueled his burning rage even further. Without a warning, he lunges forward, throwing a powerful punch at his rival's jaw. The stranger then swiftly ducks under the blow, countering with a lightning-fast kick to Euronymous midsection. The impact sent him stumbling backward, but he quickly regains his footing. It was clearly visible that the tall blonde guy knew how to fight. Nonetheless Øystein didn't care as anger controlled him. They continue their fierce dance, trading blows with calculated precision. Each strike lands with bone-crushing force, their grunts and heavy breaths echoing through the rehearsal room.

Euronymous manages to land a solid punch to his rivals ribs, causing him to wince in pain. However, he retaliates with a series of rapid strikes, hitting Øystein. The both of them had bruises cover their faces yet they were so hurt in their ego and tough image of the evil bad guy, they wouldn't budge to accept defeat. 

"Are you two children?! God stop already" Y/N hissed in disbelief of them fighting over nothing, which left the two unbothered as they were focused on each other.

In a final, desperate move, Øystein launches himself at the buff blonde, tackling him to the ground. They grapple with each other, rolling and twisting, each struggling for the upper hand. 

Just as he thought he had the chance they got distracted by the door being swung open. 

In the end the owner heard their sounds of Y/N cursing, questioning their intelligence, and the fighting noises. He wasn't amused about seeing small splatters of blood on his rug and such inappropriate behavior at his place so he kicked the three of them out. The tall metalhead nod with a hint of acknowledgement in addition of him quietly exiting the room, leaving Euronymous and Y/N alone. Together they shared a sigh before packing their stuff and also exiting the studio.

"You're such a jerk why would you even sink to that level?" Y/N brought out as it was a useless fight in her opinion.

"I'm man enough for you, now he knows that too"

(maybe to be continued with another one-shot of her treating his wounds?)

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Slow and eternal - Occultus x fem!reader

warning : slowburn (as good as it can be in a One-shot), the dark circle being the dark circle, friends to lovers kinda

Summary : A poser or a true demon in the end, the group didn't know yet. But no matter what they knew, Occultust and Faust couldn't get her out of their heads.

Info : So a request for @sweetest-catha I hope you like it and sorry for the longer wait I really had not the most time. But again have fun reading ;)

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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Helvete. She had heard about the infamous store in the scene. Had been shown photos by her friends and the press. Had heard her fans talking about it on her own tours and concerts. The new band that had emerged was "Mayhem".

But she didn't see it as a threat to her music, she saw it as a way to make the best out of all the shit in the world. There needed to be more darkness in this overly wholesome world if you asked her.

But wasn't that the answer any satanist would give? But when she finally stood in front of it, it was something she hadn't expected. Although there were a few customers in the store, it seemed like everything.

Actually, even if she had wanted to come here, she had to admit that it was more her orientation, she wanted to go to the city recording studio for a new song and not here. But what did that mean, maybe it was fate and in the end she would find her destination. A dark satanic world of her own.

Where she liked to be herself. Still wondering if they would have that one thing. That one particular cover. But as soon as she entered, the smell of cigarettes and beer hit her, not unfamiliar but almost too much on a morning when she had enough oxygen and wasn't about to pass out.

Looking around, she had to admit that she felt a certain comfort but with a naive charm. She knew that she wasn't necessarily significantly older than Euronymous and yet the group seemed so much more bursting with energy it impressed her a little. Because she herself knew that the world had turned against her from the beginning, and not just because of her choice of musician and genre.

With a small grin on her lips, she began to go through the shelves. She saw one or two familiar albums before stopping at the one that made her smile. ,,What are you smiling about, sweetie?" she heard an almost cheerful voice and looked next to her.

A young man no older than her was standing next to her, a wide grin on his lips and broad sunglasses hanging from his black sweater. ,,Hi, I was just looking at the plates, you've got some good ones," she replied, pointing to a few of them and hearing the long-haired man giggle, which he found more than amusing. ,,What do you mean, darling? Euronymous the owner" another one came up to her, stood next to the guy and put a hand on his hip.

She looked into his blue eyes and saw that he was sizing her up, judging whether she was good enough for your store or just a poser. ,,Sweetheart or poser girl?" asked another and she recognized the tall one as Faust had seen his picture from the police station after being questioned about the murder of a man.

But no one could really ask if it was true, at least not yet. ,,I like poser girls," the shorter one commented, introducing himself as Occultus and simply grabbing her hand and shaking it, but the grin didn't leave his lips.

Something that also made her smile slightly the energy of the group was so different individually that it was almost ironic how they all belonged together. ,,If you have no idea, get out!" she heard Varg shout from behind the cash register. She knew the album he had made well but it wasn't necessarily her favorite.

Looking back at Euronymous, he had folded his arms and was pointing to the door, ,,Get out or something will happen," he threatened, but something told her he wouldn't dare. It seemed to be either the over-interest of his two friends or the slight flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

He was bluffing. ,,Well then, the poser girl is leaving now...but I'd have a look at one of the records, maybe you'll find something nice," she countered with a smile, turning on her heel and disappearing from the store with a wave. She left the boys slightly puzzled, but it was mainly Occultus and Faust whose grins only widened.

Because what at least she couldn't know was that when she gave the next concert, Occultus and Faust would be there as well as the whole circle. Everything about her was impressive, even if she wasn't the main singer, the boys recognized her despite the demonic masks.

The masks, which seemed to come from hell itself, covered the faces of the band and yet they recognized the young woman behind the mask. ,,She's epic," Faust heard his friend say as they both took another sip of beer and watched the demonic guitar solo they were about to witness. It was impressive how she could use her fingers to create such a beat for the band, it was as if Satan himself had taken over.

Even if she didn't notice the group in her frenzy, she put a lot of effort into this concert and it was well worth it. Because only a year later the band's new album was released and she wanted to see how well it was received. Or whether the boys had done their homework and now knew who they were or perhaps had a little more respect.

They had developed into decent Satanists and not thirteen-year-olds. When the door opened again and her arrival was announced, a small smile stole onto her lips. ,,That's right it's her" she heard the band founder murmur and the others scrambled out from behind the curtain. Not letting on, she went to the same shelf as a year ago, looked at the album and couldn't help but smile.

,,You...you...you were incredible," stammered the two friends who had dared to come to her, seeing Occultus trying to hide behind Faust and the other one the other way around. The two of them seemed too dazzled by her power on the guitar, at least from the outside.

,,Yes... really incredible," the two mumbled again and she couldn't help but giggle - the two of them were kind of cute and even if she didn't want to admit it at first, they were somehow adorable. ,,Thank you both," she began and held out her hands to them, which they shook and pulled into her arms with a surprised noise.

,,Tell me...would you like to be invited for a pizza?" she asked, gesturing with her head in the direction of the pizzeria opposite. Shabby and old and yet the best pizzas in town, as they all knew. Their hearts beat faster, it almost seemed like a date.

But even she couldn't deny the beating of her heart, they were already somehow in love. ,,You bet!" they exclaimed and she suddenly felt the two of them stand next to her, put their hands around her and the three of them smiled as they left the store. Feeling the fast but sweet kiss on her cheeks as the two kissed her as a thank you.

Not knowing that after the pizza date there would only be more opportunities to find out that their hearts beat for her and her heart beat for them. But above all, the black-haired Occultus would never forget this satanic goddess.

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[demon-of-side-quest-hell]

VG Photography: Cyberpunk 2077.

These are ordered from Earliest to Latest. In case you get confused as to who "Eddie" is in the annotations, that's my personal name for my V. I don't care if the game says male V's name is Vincent. Mine is Eddie.

Eddie walked about his apartment building with a certain strut, it was visible in his eyes that it was unnatural to him, and yet he did it anyways, but if he was gonna make it to the big leagues, he'd have to walk the walk.

That fucking job. It was the worst fucking idea he'd ever had, he can't stop but blame himself for what happened. He couldn't deal with the pressure and laid on the floor for half an hour before getting the courage to talk to DeShawn

As if having your own self doubts in your head was bad enough, try having a manifestation of everything you've failed to be in your brain as well. And instead of helping he talks your ear off about some band from days past.

Panam was a breath of fresh air for Eddie, someone who wasn't there to expect anything of him. He needed that. After the job though he could barely hold himself to accept Panam's next call. It's always his fault ain't it?

Takemura, a fellow disgraced Arasaka agent. Eddie was conflicted with Takemura, he felt a connection with his struggles, but also, he feared that Takemura would take away everything that he tried to make himself. He'd go back to weekly meetings about things he couldn't even want to care about. He also didn't smoke, he just thought it looked cool so he has a pack of prop cigarettes they use in movies.

There was a beauty to some of Arasaka's bases. This was not it. This was cold. Desolate. But it was honest. Shocking to think this one held parade floats and not some sort of super mech.

Eddie wished he could make Johnny shut up. For a moment. He wanted nothing more than to not think about his impending doom, he didn't want to be Silverhands right hand. But maybe this was the fate deserved of a poser, a pretender.

Detective River Ward. What is there to say? He's a tough sonuva bitch, and one that wanted to find truth and justice. Eddie and Johnny both thought he'd be dead in a week.

Shame was happened to Maman Briggite, though Eddie knew they should've never tempted fate in fucking with the Blackwall. With how the voodoos tried to kill him, Johnny thinks it was stupid to show the ones left mercy. He's probably right, but Eddie doesn't want blood on his hands any more than it has to be.

Eddie actually kinda liked Dogtown, sympathized with the people, as much as a corpo bastard can at least. Too bad the president didn't.

[beantothemax]

Darkness. As far as his eyes could see, there was darkness.

Crick took a step forward, and the shadows fell away, clearing a path for him.

It was one he did not want to follow, but did anyway. Maybe he’d get to the bottom of this strange, starless night.

He took a step, then another, and soon he was racing down the shaded road, towards the Wildlands and Crackridge’s anchorage. He felt drawn there, as though it would take him somewhere important.

The next step he took, he was in front of the steps into Flamechurch. How did he get there? He didn’t go to the anchorage at all. He had barely made it out of the Leaflands. Something about the sleepy little town called his name, and who was Crick Wellsley to ignore a summons?

He climbed the steps, ran into the town, and paused at the road to the cathedral. He needed to be there, he knew it. But why...?

He had no time to think. Only to act.

So he ran. He ran until his legs felt like they would give out beneath him, up and up and out into the square in front of the cathedral.

There, he was met with a terrifying sight. The Sacred Flame, granted by Aelfric himself, was out. Gone. Extinguished. And by the brazier stood a woman quite familiar to him.

“...Sister Mindt? What- what is happening here?” He asked, taking a shaky step forward. Mindt approached him, an odd gleam in her dark eyes.

“Oh, Crick... You poor, brave knight...” she coo’d, placing a finger under his chin. It was an odd sensation, quite unwelcome. He suppressed a shudder as she spoke again.

“Don’t you see? Change is upon us. You of all people should know this.”

Change...?

“...Mindt... Why is the Flame out? What did you do?” He asked urgently, his mind doing backflips in its attempt to process everything.

“I stole it, silly. You won’t be needing guidance from the gods anymore. Just me,” Mindt replied. Crick wanted to sob.

“You are no Sister. What are you!?” He took a step back, glaring at the poser. She simply smiled at him.

“Clever as ever, Crick,” she said. “It’s quite simple.”

Mindt spoke again. “Surrender yourself not unto silent dusk....”

Crick recognized the line. “For the light shall fade. And soon night shall fall... What are you playing at, Mindt!?” Anger bubbled in place of fear. He did not know what Mindt’s ultimate goal was, but if what she said about the Sacred Flame was true, then she was his enemy. She was everyone’s enemy.

“My name is not Mindt. It is Arcanette, and you would do well to remember it, little knight. After all... I am making you an offer,” the woman in the clerical robes said. Crick’s blood ran cold.

“An offer...? What could you possibly give me!?”

“I shall grant you ultimate power. You could protect all your friends, your loved ones, everyone. And all I ask... Is your renunciation of the gods. Denounce them, swear fealty to me, and I shall give you all you ever wanted. You shall thrive under the veil of eternal shadow!”

Crick took a step back, hand on the hilt of his axe. This woman... No, whatever she was... She was nothing but an ill omen.

“No. I question the gods, but I do not renounce them,” he said, his voice quivering.

Arcanette turned her gaze from him to the sky. “...Our time together is waning. Remember my offer, Crick. For as long as we remain separate, it shall stand. You have until our reunion to consider the weight of it. Farewell, my little knight~”

Crick sat up in his bedroll, noticing the others doing the same. They had to know. This couldn’t have just been a dream.

It had to be a sign. An omen of death yet to happen. Perhaps even an omen of fates worse to come.

WHHAAH HHWHUH WHAT?????? HUH!??!!!!!! MAV WHY WAS ARCANETTE IN HIS DREAM. HAS THE DAWN ALREADY BEEN TAKEN. MAV

[houseofmad]

I’m dead.

This took me 3 days, I’m 😭. I stared so hard at Ringeko’s, Cascanor’s and Mondi’s art plus posemaniac and magic poser (and I lowkey traced Lavenza’s hand from magic poser cause f hands).

But it’s the best profile I’ve ever done for either of them—-and look Lavenza with her hair up cause I thought her freakin Sailor Moon Human Luna/Princess Celestia inspired hair would be inconvenient to swim with. (Actually I always draw Lavenza’s hair open/with the bow but her hair is actually supposed to be high ponytail/tied up when she does doctor stuff liek surgery etc—how she gets all that hair under a cap idk, there’s weirder things that’s happened in Fate just roll with it.) And I guess she’s wearing heals because for some reason FGO all the girls in swimsuits had heels and I messed up Lavenza’s height.

He’s touching her hair cause it’s up and she’s staring at his swimsuit (wondering why he didn’t wear a Speedo since Yu and Bryn put on more revealing clothes for their lovers/spouses lol. Oh, Lavenza, you’re missing the point.)

[maguro13-2]

War of Shadow Realm ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 4 Epilogue [6/6]

"Somewhere in the world of Arabian Nights..."

[Evil Foundry Zone - Arabian Nights (Sonic's World)]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Ughh, where the heck are we? Doesnt' think that this isn't part of my castle.

Moirai Albarn : No idea of how we got here! So what do you think of this place. We're inside the world of a fairytale book that existed in a video game world! How could was it for us stick around in these parts of the multiverse?

Hiro Hayashi : Can't say how we managed to stick around and finding out on what the hell is going on. Time-Space continuum might be the fabric of going through here. How did we all ended up in a world of a fairytale book, I don't mind reading fairytales for children at my age.

Jorogumo : So nice to see you dropping by at the cauldron in this hellfire fortress of the ArabianNights, and I see that you woke up. Welcome to the world of the Secret Rings.

Moirai Albarn : Jorogumo! Where are we?! Where did you take us to? And what is even this place is? I'm getting a 2007 deja vu going on here since the Time Eater's power is increasing.

Jorogumo : You're in the Evil Foundry. A place full of machinery and fiery molten hotness that comes together with all the fueling rage. I didn't even think that you would actually come to a place that existed a long time since it was shut down. This is what I've come up with a big plan to meet you all to seal your own fates. Today, I would like to introduce to a friend that rises from the molten hot liquid. And he'll make you all food for both species like you! I would get all the glory retake the Kishin as our prized possession!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Enough of this Blasphemy, Jorogumo! You know that the so-called kishin race were exterminated by the Demon Kings for generations, those things don't exist anymore....And... What friend are you talking about? I bet it's one of them terrorist that you've fought alongside with. Who, your bodyguards, your enforcers, or what? What else in this crazy-ass world of a fairytale book?

*RUMBLING*

Hiro Hayashi : Hmm? What's with the shaking!? Is the fortress complex is having an earthquake? [hears something bubbling] Please tell me that wasn't the sound of my stomach.

Moirai Albarn : Hey, I don't think that was your stomach, dude. But something's coming out of the center from that Cauldron!

[How it Started - Kenichi Tokoi, Runblebee]

*DBZ SFX : BOOM*

(Ifrit Golem Roars)

Hiro Hayashi : Woah! What is this mechanical beast of fire!?

Moirai Albarn : I think it's called the Ifrit Golem!

Seto : An Ifrit what?

Moirai Albarn : It is a mechanical golem filled with fiery rage, it resides in the Evil Foundry and causes air pollution to the Planet! It's trying to burn everything for the sake of our world! And of course, the pages of the book itself!!

Ashley : Hey! Looks you need our help!

Seto : Majo Detective Force! You guys are right on time!

Kimial Diehl : More importantly in a rhetorical way, it's the effects of the Time Eater's power!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : What?! The Time Eater's power was the cause of this!? Things might not be good when the butterfly effects could rupture the fabric of space time, if we don't do something now, the Ifrit itself will burn the whole world away! We can't let that happen!

Jorogumo : [laughs evilly] Oh well, this is what you get. So, go to hell, all of you! Everyone will join you, along with those parasites of the law! See if you will ever--

[Ifrit Golem Roars furiously]

Jorogumo : Huh? What?! No! What are you...Don't come this way! I command you to destroy those pests, not me! Nooooooo! [the Ifrit crushes her with it's hand, killing her]

Seto : Heh! Stupid spider demon! Looks like that Arachne Gorgon faker wasn't it's master after all!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : It's still under the control of that genie poser, Erazor Djinn! The ex-convict from the book who is an escaped criminal that was imprisoned for a long time period and was the genie of the lamp, which was his days of old community service.

Seto : What? The Erazor Djinn, that Ex-convict from the Arabian Nights? So the bastard's responsible for awakening for this mechanical giant of fire! But I know how to put out the fire! Ashley, use that rain spell magic of yours!

Ashley : Okay! [casts rain spell magic to put out the fire on the Ifrit]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : That should do the trick! There's should be a weakness somewhere on this giant! But what on earth should we attack somewhere on something?

Seto : I know exactly how to beat this guy! I had no times play around with this thing!

Moirai Albarn : Seto, could you be not so serious, right now? The Ifrit's no kid, it's a mechanical giant made risen from the fiery pits of the molten lava. Only a little water can easily destroy him.

Seto : No duh! Cause the only reason to beat him down, is to give him a minor headache, total brain damage. [jumps over to attack the ifrit's head to by bashing with her sword, causing it in pain]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : It's working! The head is his weakness! Fire types are not that strong against water types.

Seto : Hey, this isn't a game full of Pocket Monsters you know, we're a world of a fairytale book that exists in a video game world. You gotta have something that doesn't have anything without a proper context. But fine, have it your way then. That's our little world of ours.

Moirai Albarn : No time to chat, we got some attacks on our field! When the rice gets warm this liquid's hot! It's time for me that I'll having a hot salad instead of a bowl of cold soup!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Watch out! The Ifrit's drawing it's attacks in shooting range!

Moirai Albarn : Incoming! [avoids the exploding canisters]

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Got a bad feeling that this is some illegal hot water! Warm rice and hot liquid, what's up with that phrase? [avoids the laser beams] It can use lasers?! How does this thing have the ability to get all that fiery rage burning?!

Kimial Diehl : Because he has the power to be fueled by the seven rings from Arabia! They're equivalent to the Chaos Emeralds belonging to the Ancients!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Seven Rings, you mean those things that are equivalent to the Chaos Emeralds?! Are you telling me that these monsters summoned by Erazor Djinn are powered by the Seven World Rings, I bet he would use those make him a monster, that's kinda foreshadowing by the way.

Seto : Glady you can say that! [Jumps over to the Ifrit's head again] But the only problem is that a Grim Reaper like you needs Erazor's Soul be taken away in order to stop the foolishness of his path to genocide! Erazor Djinn wasn't that smart enough to destroy a fairytale's world like that! [bashes the ifrit's head twice, causing him in so much pain and starts to explode] Uh-oh! This thing's going to sink into the cauldron! Better get off now! [jumps off the Ifrit's head to escape before the Ifrit Golem sinks into the cauldron] Ha! How do you like that, ya mechanical bastard! Now I under what Sonic told me from Sonic Says : They did tell your anyone or your mother that they told you not to play with fire!

Hiro Hayashi : Phew! I'm glad that's over. It took us fifteen attacks to defeat him. With that case, I wonder if the Time Eater's is still going at it? How long will the Time Eater be easily stopped when this "Homura Akemi" person would able to fix Time and space tor restore natural order in Real World AU?

Seto : Hey, guys. Now you're thinking about the awesomeness defeat of the Ifrit Golem, I think this one gave me a nice present to accept it's defeat. I believe this one is beating, it feels like it's hatching in my hand. Wonder what this could might be. Hmm? [hears something ticking] Wait, I don't remember it ticking before, I finally discovered what the Ifrit Golem dropped. Don't tell me that this mechanical giant just dropped...

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Seto, you fool! Drop that thing now! That ball that the Ifrit Golem dropped in your hand, it's a bomb!

Seto : A bomb in my hand? What's a bomb in hand? I don't see a--[realizing that she's holding the Ifrit's bomb in her hand] Well, crap. I knew that this would turn out to be bad. I wonder how long this will last?

~ To be Continued to Chapter 5 AKA the Final Chapter ~

[bleakbluejay]

Some of My Favorite Songs :3

Disaster Tourism by mewithoutYou: "When I've satisfied each need invented by my eye; I was the nest by a foxhole; the dirt underneath your boot sole." In general I really love mewithoutYou. This just happens to be the song I like the soundscape and imagery of the best. I don't identify with any organized, labeled religion, but the G-d that mwY sings of, I feel in my own heart. They come from a background including Sufi Islam, Christianity, and Judaism, which creates a very interesting landscape of inspirations, sounds, lyrics, and emotions. This is my favorite band.

Crywank Are for Posers (Blastbeats) by Crywank: "A waste of time is hearing what's on my mind; mind, active trapped inside a stationary body." This is my favorite version of the song (normally called Crywank Are Posers). Though the song is about wasting your time arguing with people on the internet, I instead relate to it as a disabled person experiencing tons of ableism both internalized in myself and externalized in other people and society as a whole. Feeling trapped, feeling unheard, feeling like a burden.

I Wanna Be Your Dog 2 by AJJ: "I wanna be the pebble that gets stuck inside your shoe; I wanna be the thing that gets attached to you; I wanna be your fucking dog" This is one of my favorite love songs. I love the devotion and yearning of it. That's really all.

Post FOMO Life by Truth Club: "Oh god, it's like hand you the gravestone; and say, you've gotta set it and etch it, honey; quick and hurry, with an epigraph that reads like your legacy; leaves no room to wiggle" Sorry, no Spotify link for this one (though you SHOULD listen to the Truth Club that is on Spotify, they're really good). Something about this song is so magnetic and human and vulnerable to me. First time I heard it was coming off the speakers of this guy who was practicing ollies on his skateboard outside my Art History class. I asked him for the song and he told me, and I never saw him again. Felt like fate.

[davislund93]

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[widowsistersandfriends]

can you do a fic where natasha and yelena tag team kate and wreck her for whatever reason you chose? maybe she’s being a bit cheeky and sarcastic towards them so they teach her a lesson? thanks!

Thank you for this wonderful request! I loved writing this one! Hope you enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1230

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Natasha, Yelena, and Kate were all sitting on a large couch together, watching a show on TV. Kate was currently snacking on grapes, but was starting to feel a little mischievous.

The brunette could see how invested Yelena was in the show, and decided to throw a grape at her head. Kate lined her hand up perfectly, having no trouble with aim. She then threw the grape like a dart, pegging Yelena in the forehead perfectly.

“Ow! That really hurt, Kate Bishop!” Yelena exclaimed, being overly dramatic.

Natasha just rolled her eyes fondly with a smile gracing her lips at the chaotic duo in front of her.

“What’s wrong? I thought you were trained to have good reflexes and stuff?” Kate asked teasingly.

“Well, yeah, I’m way more athletic than you. I’m not stumbling around like an idiot all the time,” Yelena snarked back.

“Yelena! Be nice,” Natasha scolded playfully, as Kate was taken aback from that comment.

“What? She attacked me first, so I’m just putting her in her rightful place,” the blonde huffed.

“I have much cooler weapons than you,” Kate replied back suddenly.

“What do you mean by that?” Yelena asked.

“I have a cool bow and arrow and you just have some lame widow’s bites and that dumb stick you swing around,” Kate stated smugly.

“You too Natasha, since you both use the same weapons. That means you’re both lame,” Kate added.

The redhead raised an eyebrow at the archer, wondering when she got the confidence to speak to them like that.

“The bites are not lame! If I change them to tickle bites, you would be defeated in seconds!” Yelena declared.

Kate squirmed uncomfortably at the thought.

After a moment, Kate began to speak again.

“Well, you’re also both old, so that automatically makes me cooler,” Kate said, with a smug smirk on her face.

“What did you just call us?” Natasha asked, raising her eyebrow at her again.

“Old. Especially you,” Kate said, now giggling in glee.

“Oh and I almost forgot. You both have the dumbest poses on earth. I know Yelena calls you a poser, but you both are dumb posers,” Kate added.

“At least we have a cool pose. You can’t say the same,” Yelena said.

“Clint and I actually have the coolest poses to ever exist. Here let me show you,” Kate said, as she stood up and posed how she would if she were about to fire an arrow.

Natasha took this opportunity to sneak up behind her and dig into her exposed underarms.

Kate shrieked and immediately pulled her arms down, as Yelena helped her sister pin the snarky brunette to the couch.

“NATAHAHAHSHA STAHAHAHAHAP,” Kate laughed out.

“Maybe this will teach you to be more careful with your words around us,” Yelena teased, as she lightly dragged her nails over the brunette’s sensitive feet.

“YELEHEHENA NOHOHOHOHO YOU JEHEHEHERK,” Kate screamed out, trying her best to kick the blonde off of her.

Kate continued to laugh hysterically, as the two widows made sure to tickle her hard enough to make her laugh too much to say anything else snarky or sarcastic.

The two of them gave her a quick break, deciding where to torment the archer next.

“Plehehehase nohohoho mohohore,” Kate said, still giggling from the previous sensations.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, knowing that they were still going to tickle her even if she said yes.

“Yes, I’ve learned the valuable lesson that you two are a bunch of jerks who pose in their free time,” Kate quipped, as she had now sealed her fate.

Natasha wiggled her fingers up and down Kate’s sides, as Yelena now squeezed her knees rapidly.

Kate let out a ridiculously loud squeal, as she tried her best to twist away from the awful fingers that were causing her to laugh her heart out.

“PLEHEHEHASE NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE,” Kate cried out, definitely regretting her words from earlier.

“You’re the one who chose to be snarky. You dug yourself into this hole,” Natasha told the brunette, as she looked down at her with a ridiculously wide smirk.

Kate tried to respond, but was just overcome with barrels of hysterical giggles and laughter.

Eventually, Natasha got off of her, but before Kate could even think of making a run for it, Yelena sat on top of her waist, smirking at her evilly.

“You really think you could get away with all those snarky comments and not have any punishment?” The blonde asked.

Kate knew that she was going to get wrecked anyway, so she decided to throw in some last minute comments.

“Well, I never thought I’d experience an old dinosaur on top of me, but here we are,” Kate said, already giggling in anticipation.

With that, Yelena didn’t even respond. Instead she just stuck her finger inside of Kate’s belly button and wiggled her finger around, causing the archer to squeal and burst into hysterical laughter.

“NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHO,” Kate shrieked, as Natasha just watched the poor, young archer suffer.

Yelena couldn’t help but giggle at how ticklish Kate was, but still kept her mean tactics up.

“Just say you’re sorry and it’ll stop,” Yelena said teasingly.

“OHOHOHOKAY IHIHIHIHM SOHOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE IHIHI CAN’T TAHAHAHKE IHIHIHIHT,” Kate cried out, desperate and willing to do anything to get that tortuous finger out of her belly button.

“Hmm, okay,” Yelena said flatly, still torturing the brunette.

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP ALREADY IHIHIHI SAID IHIHIHI WAHAHAS SOHOHORRY,” Kate screamed, before falling into silent, wheezing laughter.

Natasha knew her sister was relentless and that she would eventually have to intervene. As much as Kate deserved that wrecking, the redhead knew she had enough.

Natasha came up behind Yelena and dug her fingers into her ribs, causing the blonde to shriek and fall off of Kate’s waist.

Natasha then pinned Yelena to the ground and tickled her sides until she had tears in her eyes, just for the fun of it.

Kate eventually caught her breath, and saw Yelena being tickled to pieces on the ground.

However, she decided not to get her revenge just yet, knowing that she was outnumbered.

“NATAHAHAHASHA STAHAHAHAP,” Yelena laughed out, finding it ridiculous that she was just wrecking Kate and was now being wrecked herself.

The redhead eventually let her up, giggling at her silly baby sister.

“So Kate, have you learned your lesson?” Natasha asked, turning towards the brunette.

“Yes.” Kate said, not adding anymore snarky comments.

“What did you learn?” Natasha asked again.

“That I will always lose a tickle fight against the two of you,” Kate grumbled unhappily.

“There we go, that’s the answer I was looking for,” Natasha said, ruffling the brunette’s hair affectionately, as Kate swatted her hand away.

“Same goes for you Yelena. I know you were on my side this time, but you’ll never defeat me,” Natasha said, poking the blonde’s ribs, causing her to giggle and squirm away.

“What about that time where Kate, Wanda, and I all wrecked you? I’m pretty sure we won then,” Yelena replied back.

“And then I wrecked you until you almost peed your pants,” Natasha pointed out, as the blonde sighed in defeat and embarrassment.

Kate smiled at the two of them, knowing that even though they would wreck her for every snarky comment she made, she would forever have two girls that loved her more than anything.

[jeanbeaux]

Tw: sacrilege, degradation, blasphemy

Amy I just stop by to kiss your mind coz I got too weak in the knees with what you sent me, and I pray patiently for someone to write something like that

Other ways to forgive your sins would be to go through the priests office, one every different Sunday until you complete the circle with all the men and ride their hard cocks until you get their holy cum. You would have to stay in wet panties during the whole sermon, trying to make sure that every time you stand up the liquid doesn't spill down your thighs and everyone realizes that you haven't changed a bit, you're still a whore who disrespects the house of the lord, what a shame

HELP IM SCREAMING

the og thirst in question

warnings: 18+/smut/minors DNI, sacrilege, mainpulation, babytrapping, breeding….author going through something idk where this is coming from

no bc they would all be so different with you….

gojo always likes to put your panties back on a lil crooked after cumming in you, so that some of it cant help but trickle down your soft thighs. fuck the fact that he’s in the middle of a sermon, he cant help but smirking a little when your eyes widen in surprise as you pray the white wont sneak past the hem of your skirt.

nanami’s more rough but gentler after, pumping his seed in you with your fingers when your done to make sure it stays with you. he cant help but think about the thought of you all swollen with his child — maybe the best rehab for your image was becoming a preacher’s wife, of course a temptress like you would make him regret his vows, but he can’t help but groan at the thought of just breeding you. you can still taste him on his fingers when he places the communion wafer on your tongue, pushing his digits a little further down your throat so you are reminded of what you did.

getou loves reminding you about who you are. every sermon after is centered around the fate of the adulters and the unfaithful, the harlots and the whores, ending with the concept of repentance being your only salvation when his eyes met across the crowded room to look at you. getou’s smart, he does this because he’s the most insatiable out of the four. while your mother nearly cries in delight about how you want to stay after to talk to Father Suguru, she’d surely have a heart attack about how he was able to bend you over his desk with such ease in order to absolve you.

toji is not a liar like the othes — he’s very aware he’s just as corrupted as you are, which is why he indulges in your sweet cunt whenever he can. he’s the one that comes for the home visits when your mother is concerned about your grandfather’s health, the one who now has a weekly invite to family dinners. if only they knew how the fingers he uses to turn the pages of the holy book are playing with your folds under the checkered table cloth. nanami can dream, but toji’s a man with a plan — he’s a false preacher anyways — a poser who ran away and put on a mask to escape his failure of a life. and you hate it here just as much as he does, so putting a kid in your and whisking you away wouldn’t be such a bad idea, yeah?

maybe you’ll be the reason he can atone for being such a terrible father the first time around, the thought causing him to fuck into you a little harder while he’s got you up here in your childhood bedroom. the cross on your necklace thats bouncing with your breast with each thrust is a lie, to the both of you, and as toji spills inside you with a large hand clamped on your mouth — he prays it will take, so that the both of you can face the truth — and begin your life as sinners anew.

[the-widow-sisters]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a fic where Natasha pretends to get mad at yelena for calling her a poser (as a prank) to give yelena a taste of her own medicine. Yelena is then worried and actually thinks she offended Natasha and tries to get her to talk to her again. Thanks!! Your writing is amazing!!

A/N: Thank you so much! 🥰💖 I really appreciate it! 😊💕 And thank you for the request! I felt so bad for Yelena while I was writing this, lol 😂

I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2028

  “GOTCHA!!!” Yelena gleefully cried, and Natasha’s mouth was wide open as she gaped at the ridiculously huge mess in the drawers of her dresser.

  Natasha had been innocently going into her room to get a change of clothes after going for a quick run that morning while Yelena came out of her morning funk. She should have suspected something with how Yelena was excitedly bounding after her and practically bouncing in place, but she had made the grave mistake of assuming that Yelena was just happy to see her again.

  Currently, there was silly string coating every single bit of clothing to her name, and although it was by no means stuck to her clothes forever, it was still a very inconvenient, disgusting mess. Natasha stared at it wordlessly, honestly shocked beyond belief and wondering how in the world that Yelena had managed to find this much silly string. She slowly opened the other drawers, seeing that all the rest of her clothes suffered the same fate.

  Natasha was not even sure how Yelena was able to buy this much silly string. Surely there was some sort of legal quota on these sorts of things to protect poor, unsuspecting older sisters.

  “A word of advice, you might want to close your mouth for this,” Yelena spoke up from behind Natasha. Natasha furrowed her brow but complied with Yelena’s words as she turned around to face the blonde.

  To her horror, Yelena had a can of silly string in her hands and immediately proceeded to spray Natasha with it. Natasha brought her hands up swiftly, lunging toward Yelena and grabbing the can.

  Natasha let out a deep sigh as she dropped her arms and stared into Yelena’s eyes. Yelena had a ridiculously giant grin on her face. Natasha just gazed at her as Yelena chucked a bit, reaching forward and plucking a piece of silly string off of Natasha’s face.

  “You’ve got a little something right there,” Yelena commented before bursting into even more boisterous laughter.

  Natasha did not utter a word, and she narrowed her eyes as she glared quietly at the younger woman. Yelena just stood there proudly before her, and despite how absolutely adorable Yelena was, sometimes Natasha felt like throttling her.

  Obviously not for real, but she still did get pretty annoyed by her shenanigans sometimes.

  After all, Yelena had pranked her multiple times this week, and Natasha was starting to get exceedingly tired of constantly having to be on guard. She had let her guard down this most recent time because Yelena had taken a break for a day and Natasha thought that Yelena might have gotten it all out of her system.

  She was clearly very wrong.

  Also, she was thinking that now she was definitely going to have to get some manner of revenge against the blonde.

  However, she was not quite sure just what she could do to really get her back for all of the irritation that Yelena had caused her.

  “Why? Just why?” Natasha questioned, plucking the silly string off of herself, and Yelena grinned from ear-to-ear as she gazed at Natasha.

  “Because… You’re a poser, and poser’s have to get pranked, poser,” Yelena informed her proudly, and Natasha rolled her eyes with slight irritation as she turned to dig through her dresser and get the silly string out. Natasha groaned and started to tug the string out by the fistfuls. Yelena stepped closer behind her, her nose poking into Natasha’s shoulder as she tried to catch her eyes.

  “Oh, come on, poser… don’t get all huffy,” Yelena teased with that same smug look on her face, and it was then that Natasha had the perfect idea of how to really mess with her sister.

  Natasha just remained silent, definitively ignoring Yelena as she tried to hold back her own evil smirk. Yelena drew even nearer, resting her chin on Natasha’s shoulder, looking up at Natasha with a smile still on her face. Natasha just continued in her work with the silly string, pretending as if Yelena was not even there.

  “Oh, poser? Are you grumpy?” Yelena asked, and Natasha could not help but notice how Yelena kept using the infamous nickname. Natasha kept on pulling out silly string and she finally finished with one of the drawers. She then started on another one.

  “Why the silent treatment?” Yelena questioned, a bit more concern seeping into her voice, and Natasha carried on with her task, ignoring Yelena as she withdrew more silly string. Natasha could feel Yelena’s worry in the stiffness of her form as she moved her chin more fully onto Natasha so that her throat was pressed against the back of Natasha’s shoulder as she angled her head to peer into Natasha’s face.

  Natasha did not spare her even the slightest glance despite the fact that she was already starting to second guess her prank idea. However, she resolved to remain strong since she knew that Yelena deserved at least a small taste of her own medicine.

  “Trying to mess with me, huh?” Yelena finally spoke up after several moments, and Natasha kept her face completely impassive, pulling out the remainder of the silly string in the drawer she was currently digging through.

  Yelena grew quiet for a long moment as Natasha finished up putting the silly string in a pile. Natasha finally moved out from underneath Yelena’s chin as she took hold of the pile of silly string and shoved it in the wastebasket in the corner of the room.

  She could feel Yelena’s gaze on her strongly, and Natasha tried her hardest not to react despite the worry she could feel rolling off of the blonde in waves. She then proceeded to change her clothes, and Yelena just quietly watched her, not saying anything.

  Once she got into a different set of clothes, she proceeded to sit on the bed, and she grabbed the book she had been reading that was resting on the nightstand. She watched Yelena out of her peripheral vision.

  Yelena had not moved from the spot where she had been standing behind Natasha, but she finally stirred herself to action as she ambled over to the bed, her eyes locked onto Natasha. Natasha maintained her gaze on the book before her.

  She was not really reading any of the words, but she was curious to see how Yelena would handle this situation. Yelena never was one for silence and that was part of the beauty of the prank.

  “Poser? Did I break you?” Yelena asked, still trying to remain at least a little joking about this entire situation even though she was quite obviously very concerned. Natasha just pursed her lips a little, squinting a bit as she read her book.

  Yelena crawled onto the bed with her, dragging herself over as she flopped her torso down on Natasha’s legs and wriggled her way there between them. She then slowly inched her way up Natasha and raised her head up so that her chin was propped on Natasha’s book.

  Natasha just pretended that the blonde wasn’t there, and Yelena huffed a little, looking as if she might pout. Natasha resolutely locked her gaze on the words on the page, knowing that if she saw her pout then she would surely give in much too fast.

  “Okay, then… I think you’re definitely messing with me, so I’m going to go and play my video games until you feel like chatting,” Yelena declared before rolling off of Natasha and marching into the other room.

  Natasha allowed herself a small chuckle, watching the blonde head out of the room. Natasha honestly did find this slightly humorous despite the part of her that was feeling bad for Yelena. Natasha just wanted more than anything to grab Yelena’s sweet face and kiss her adorably puffed cheeks.

  Natasha knew that Yelena’s video game playing was likely not going to last for long, and she figured that Yelena would probably be back within fifteen minutes.

  Sure enough, Yelena was back in ten minutes, and she came into the room, plopping back down on the bed as she stared at Natasha.

  “So… Are you talking now?” Yelena asked, and Natasha could hear the aggravation, hope, and worry bleeding into Yelena’s tone. Natasha kept her eyes on the book, trying her best to hold it together for at least a few moments longer.

  Yelena kept staring, and Natasha could see the almost injured look on her face. Natasha almost broke at that very moment, and she could feel the words already rising to her tongue. However, Yelena’s gaze hardened, and she got up quickly.

  “Fine. I’m good with no talking,” Yelena declared before heading out of the room again. Natasha resisted the urge to laugh despite feeling terrible for the blonde at this point. Natasha decided that she was going to give up on this whole thing when Yelena inevitably came back into the room for a second time.

  After fifteen more minutes had passed, Yelena marched in the room, immediately talking as soon as she came in.

  “You know what?” Yelena declared loudly, and Natasha almost burst into laughter but held out for just a moment longer.

  “You’ve never been so quiet when you’re upset with me… You’ve always talked to me about whatever’s wrong,” Yelena explained, her eyes soft as she moved in close to sit near Natasha. Natasha felt her stomach twist a little with the guilt of holding out with this prank.

  “What’s wrong, Natashka? I don’t know what I did… I’ve been thinking about it, and I don’t know,” Yelena trailed off, dropping her gaze as she looked down at the blankets on the bed.

  “Was it the silly string prank? Because I thought that was a good pick because it wasn’t nearly as bad or destructive as drawing words in bleach on a few of your black shirts,” Yelena explained, her voice genuinely distraught, and Natasha resisted the urge to widen her eyes in response to Yelena’s previous plan.

  There was a bit of quiet between them for a few moments, and Natasha was about to say something when Yelena suddenly spoke up and interrupted.

  “Please say something. I’m sorry for whatever I did,” Yelena heartbrokenly expressed, and Natasha felt her heart cracking in half. So, she looked up at Yelena with the barest of smiles despite her guilt.

  “Gotcha,” Natasha whispered, and Yelena’s eyes went wide as she gaped at the woman.

  “You… You pranked me?!” Yelena cried loudly, purely offended, and Natasha wasted no time in putting down her book and grabbing Yelena in her arms as she pulled her down on top of her.

  “Sweet girl, I wasn’t mad… I just wanted to prank you back after you’ve been driving me crazy all week,” Natasha told her, kissing Yelena’s cheek playfully where it was squished against her lips. Yelena narrowed her eyes, letting out a noise of protest, and Natasha ran her fingers through Yelena’s hair. Yelena just groaned after a few moments, relaxing more in Natasha’s hold despite her grumpiness about it.

  “I was really worried,” Yelena grumbled, and Natasha just leaned up to press a kiss to Yelena’s nose before pressing her nose into the side of Yelena’s in a gentle nuzzle.

  “I know, detka… I’m sorry,” Natasha apologized to her, pressing one more kiss to her face, and Yelena sighed deeply, rolling her eyes but leaning into Natasha a bit more. Yelena allowed her full weight to rest on top of Natasha, and Natasha just stroked her back underneath her shirt with the hand that was not preoccupied with Yelena’s hair.

  “I love you, lapochka,” Natasha expressed, and Yelena snuggled into Natasha closely, mumbling the words in return.

  After a little while, Yelena finally raised her head up and looked into Natasha’s eyes.

  “You’ll tell me from now on if you’re really mad at me, right?” Yelena questioned somewhat worriedly, and Natasha felt her heart melt with the love and worry in Yelena’s eyes. Natasha kissed Yelena’s head between her eyebrows, and she smiled just a little as she pressed her nose and head against Yelena’s.

  “Of course.”

[homestucksongcomics]

Masterpost of Song Comics Part I (A-K)

*Unfortunately, due to a peculiarity of tumblr, a post containing too many links will not have any of them function. Thus, the masterpost has been broken into two parts.*

Organized by musician alphabetically

Last updated on 07/18/2021

See Part II here: Masterpost of Homestuck Song Comics Part II (L-Z)

#:

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down by absinthianlyunheroic

This is War - 30 Seconds to Mars by caffieneandcarpaltunnel

I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby - 3HO!3 by awildcale

A:

Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy by irlmako

New Tomorrow - A Friend In London by maria-artz

Hand Over Mouth, Over and Over - A Lot Like Birds by binart

Skyfall - Adele by stormfather

Song of Healing - Adriana Figueroa by talkshitnojutsu

Everything Stays - Adventure Time by starchip-one

Kiss my Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep - AFI by 413art

Prelude 12/21 - AFI by toastyhat

Another Day - Air by chubsintubs

A Whole New World - Aladdin by copper-fish

Mercy Me - Alkaline Trio by brainbent

Hothouse - Aly & AJ by dristr

Evelyn, Evelyn - Amanda Palmer by p-pamda

Luck - The American Authors by timehwimeh

21 Guns - American Idiot Cast by jankyweeaboo

Pittsburgh - The Amity Affliction by anafigreen

Inevitable - Anberlin by suchirolle

Ready to Die - Andrew W. K. by askherroyalcondesce

The Age of Not Believing - Angela Lansbury by toastyhat

Director - The Antlers by gin-and-djinn

Kettering - The Antlers by cloudymew

My Mamma Said - Aqua by xamag-homestuck

Suburbs - Arcade Fire by porrim-maryam and collaborators

Wake Up - Arcade Fire by catprinx

We Used to Wait - Arcade Fire by drawingspecibus

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys by dacadaca

The Ballad Of Love And Hate - The Avett Brothers by umjulikins

Hey Brother - Avicii by esmeblaise

Wake Me Up - Avicii by a-vodka-mutini

Sail - AWOLNATION by theamazingzombiegirl

B:

If I Die Young - The Band Perry by japhers

Memory - Barbra Strisand by toastyhat

Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney by chibigaia-art

Daniel in the Den - Bastille by tomato-bird

Pompeii - Bastille by maria-artz Broken

Pompeii - Bastille by toastyhat and oskarna

Above the Clouds of Pompeii - Bear’s Den by groveofsketches

Let it Be - Beatles by toastyhat

The Fool on the Hill - The Beatles by robotoucan

All the Pretty Little Horses - Becky Jean Williams by purplecalamity

Pieces of Sky - Beth Orton by awildcale

Sweet Dreams - Beyoncé by dacadaca

River Below - Billy Talent by kamdensl

Rusted from the Rain - Billy Talent by crispychocolate

Just a Game - Birdy by redwordsoncavewalls

Kill the Lights - The Birthday Massacre by xamag-homestuck

Red Stars - The Birthday Massacre by lord-caliborn and tricotee

These Days - The Black Keys by digitallyimpaired

In the End - Black Veil Brides by rinasart

Let it Be - Blackmill (feat. Veela) by awildcale

Bad Sun - The Bravery by crashtest-therapist

Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin by yukishii-chan

Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin by nevernoahh

Give Me a Sign - Breaking Benjamin by perceptur

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin by themockingcrows

First Day of My Life - Bright Eyes by usatoria

Can you feel my heart? - Bring me the horizon by domingoos and Yumegurren

Seeds - Brooke Fraser by anno-bannano Broken

Kodaline - Brother by zzpopzz

When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars by babynarwalshineyeyes

P.O.W. - Bullet for My Valentine by anafigreen

C:

Angel with a Shotgun - The Cab by dawngyocry

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 1

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 2

How Are You - Cage the Elephant by facetiousfanatic Part 3

The loneliest Girl - Carol and Tuesday by cassandraooc

Morning Has Broken - Cat Stevens by thlange

Star Spangled Banner - Chase Holfelder by chillybuns

Between the Bars - Chris Garneau by roselalondee

Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by idontevenknow-anymore

Dirty Night Clown - Chris Garneau by immabananana

Enter the Circus - Christina Aguilera by askinsanegamzee Broken

A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by angstyelf

A Thousand Years - Christina Perii by mari-victal

Burning Gold - Christina Perri by raspberrylemonhead

Fall - Cider Sky by nevernoahh

Falling (Demo) - The Civil Wars by zomdi

Safe and Sound - The Civil Wars by karaokekarkat

Hum - Clara C by nymphicus

3 Foot Tall - Classifed by kyrah-art

Summer Day - Coconut Records by kathysbrotherssister

Fondu au Noir - Coeur de Pirate by derperistical

Fix You - Coldplay by absinthianlyunheroic

Paradise - Coldplay by Moonpaw

The Scientist - Coldplay by ikimaru

Up with the Birds - Coldplay by the-rag-tag-earl

Viva la Vida - Coldplay by raspberrylemonhead

Viva La Vida - Coldplay by rozeart

Yellow - Coldplay by mariedisgrace

Young Volcanos - Coldplay by kawo-shin

Princess of China - Coldplay (feat. Rihanna) by sora-la

Chin Up - Copeland by vriskamidfangserket

Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows by hopelesslyblithe Broken

Crywank are posers - Crywank by p-666t

D:

Thrice - Daedalus by foramen-magnum

Something About Us - Daft Punk by moxel

Something About Us - Daft Punk by yazzdonut

Emotion - Daft Punk (MissingNo remix) by doomzy

The Spine - Darren Korb (Transistor) by rose-ebottles Broken

Youth - Daughter by zelpixel

Raise Your Weapon - Deadmau5 by marintan

Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter by mcsiggy

Whisper - The Dear Hunter by prospt and collaborators

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by davsturdur

I Will Follow You into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by inusushi

I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie by kawaiifarts

Bottom of the River - Delta Rae by wwhatevven

Perfect Insanity - Disturbed by vasheren

Just Be Friends (Instrumental) - Dixie Flatline by cheese3d Inspired by Litlte Red Riding Hood

Pity Dance - Dn Stith by jazzango

Venus Hum - Do You Want to Fight Me by shubbabang

Everything You Ever - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by thesassylorax

My Eyes - Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog by equiu5

Close Every Door - Donny Osmond by allegro-designs

Baby Mine - Dumbo by gayrupunzel

E:

I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by arachnerdsgri

I See Fire - Ed Sheeran by themockingcrows

Small Bump - Ed Sheeran by janecrockeyre

Cosmic Castaway - Electrasy by themockingcrows

Telephone Line - Electric Light Orchestra by daily-beta

You are my Sunshine - Elizabeth Mitchell by the-rag-tag-earl

Goodnight Sweet Ladies - Emilie Autumn by amporasexual

Asleep - Emily Browning (originally by The Smiths) by joker-ace

O Come O Come Emmanuel - Enya by pseudocon

One for the Money - Escape the Fate by ikimaru

Follow the Sun - Evermore by ladygrit

Fever Dreamless - fadeintocase by peregr1ne

F:

Centuries - Fall Out Boy by sixofclovers

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by etcterrayellowmoon

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by mari-victal

Immortals - Fall Out Boy by quiversarrow

My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) - Fall Out Boy by toastyhat

The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by i-am-a-riceball

The Kids Aren’t All Right - Fall Out Boy by scarlettheknight

The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy by dopingues

The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy by orangelemonart

Caught Like a Fly - Falling in Reverse by viria

Tragic Magic - Falling in Reverse by elasticitymudflap

Heavy Storm - First Aid Kit by moxel

Wolf - First Aid Kit by spooneaterarts

100 years - Five for Fighting by orangelemonart

Superman - Five for Fighting by grimbarke

Hurt Feelings - Flight of the Conchords by koroke

Rise - Flobots by lyricstuckbeatdown

Blinding - Florence + the Machine by collaborative

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by rosemaryserver

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by starkthirdeye

Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine by toastyhat

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine by greatbiglyricstuck

Dog Days are Over - Florence + the Machine by m0thboy

Girl With One Eye - Florence + the Machine by kingdomzombified

Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine by miraculoustang

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by dacadaca

No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine by nappotuna

Only If for a Night - Florence + the Machine by glueball

Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by fangirlinginleatherboots

Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine by themockingcrows

Shake it Out - Florence + the Machine by cod-tier

Tear out my Tongue - Florence + the Machine by wheresmyhamlet

What the Water Gave Me - Florence + the Machine by colonoscolypseart

With an Axe - Foxy Shazam by oldshiel

Something Stupid - Frank and Nancy Sinatra by toastyhat

Some Nights - Fun. by greatbiglyricstuck

G:

Mad World - Gary Jules by ahabsiconoclast

Mad World - Gary Jules by prospitheir and aze

Mad World - Gary Jules by synnesai

Where Everybody Knows Your Name - Gary Portnoy by calliotp

Child of Light - The Getaway Plan by dingohugs

It All Dies Anyway - The Gits by skittykitty55

Take Me Away - Globus by toastyhat and splickedylit

You’re the One That I Want - Grease by doodlebonez

Top of the World - Greek Fire by eggsand-santoast

Song of the Century - Green Day by babakinkin

Song of the Century - Green Day by delinked

Song of the century - Green Day by the-rogue-0f-light

Boats and Birds - Gregory and the Hawk by striderprovider

Hard Knocks - Griffinilla and Alex Cole by colouredteapot

H:

Colors - Hasley by innocuoussketches

Anything - Hedley by valeriannnn

The Unquiet Grave - Hellen McCrocry by madreamcanular

Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by flynnagan

Coming Back Down - Hollywood Undead by skittykitty55

Levitate - Hollywood Undead by anafigreen

SCAVA - Hollywood Undead by scarlettheknight

Temporal Shenanigans - Homestuck ost - Rachel Macwhirter by arachnerdsgrip:

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier by metaname

Take Me To Church - Hozier by sailerscrimshaw Broken

God Help the Outcasts - Hunchback of Notre Dame by velocitiestrumpet

The Court of Miracles - Hunchback of Notre Dame by moc-tod-ffuts-modnar

That’s Okay - The Hush Sound by porcupet

Where We Went Wrong - The Hush Sound by canni8al

Wine Red - The Hush Sound by zeborah

I:

Volatile Times - IAMX by xamag-homestuck

Bad Karma - Ida Maria by margarethours

Amsterdam - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter

Demons - Imagine Dragons by muraokami Broken

Demons - Imagine Dragons by rapidopatter

Fallen - Imagine Dragons by maria-artz Broken

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by abbiwhozit

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 1

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons by catkindness Part 2

Nothing Left to Say - Imagine Dragons by paperseverywhere

On Top of the World - Imagine Dragons by lickfoot

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by falloutboyonboy

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons by rachelhungry

Thief - Imagine Dragons by mikimosh

Warriors - Imagine Dragons by turretsyndr0me

Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap by kingdomzelaybli

The Devil’s Carnival - In all My Dreams I Drown by artblogofminji

Don’t Stop - InnerPartySystem by spocktalia Broken

What We Will Never Know - InnerPartySystem by lets-lyricstuck

Cinders and Smoke - Iron & Wine by laughingandgrief

Walk the Moon - Iscariot by cissaisthisyou

The Weekend - Islands by daily-beta

J:

R.I.P. Everyone - J.J. Demon by trickstercarlos

Fallin’ - Jake Bugg by awildcale

I Won’t Give Up - Jason Mraz by impudentkid

I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young by asexualls Broken

Sufferer’s Final Sermon - jbriner by sketchloft

Be Thou My Vision - jbriner (originally a hymn) by mrdespondency

O Death - Jen Titus by canni8al

Oh Death - Jen Titus by artweaver5

If the World Should End - Jennifer Damiano by atrueenglishman

The Hanging Tree - Jennifer Lawrence by sixofclovers

Highwayman - Johnny Cash by toastyhat

What A Wonderful World - Joseph William Morgan ft. Shadow Royale by jayspants

The Stars - Jukebox the Ghost by innocuoussketches

K:

Die Young - Ke$ha by gelasticat

[S] Ke$ha: Enter - Ke$ha (Die Young Remix by captaincrapster) by ket3

Because of You - Kelly Clarkson by timehost

Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson by karaokeoctoberkat

Britland City Theme - Kenashcorp by stormfather

Animals - Kids in Glass Houses by faun-songs

Dustland Fairytale - The Killers by spiritleaf

Mr. Brightside - The Killers by mlle-annette

Sam´s Town - The Killers by gei-may

Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers by toastyhat

I Will Never Forget - Kimya Dawson by moxel

All I Want - Kodaline by godtier8itch

[augment-techs]

Song Lyrics Writing Prompts:

Hey they found a body//Not sure it was his but they’re using his name; (Past the Mission, by Tori Amos)

Tell me that you’re still in love with that Milkmaid; (Father Lucifer, by Tori Amos)

Sometimes she’s a friend of mine; (Mr. Zebra, by Tori Amos)

Sleep-overs, beans, cats and pot//You’re only popular with anorexia; (Jackie’s Strength, by Tori Amos)

There’s a place called heaven and a place called hell//A place called prison and a place called jail//And da-da’s probably on his way to all of ‘em except one; (97’ Bonnie and Clyde, by Tori Amos)

And I rode along side, till the honey spread itself so thin for me to break your bread//For me to take your word//I had to steal it; (A Sorta Fairy Tale, by Tori Amos)

Yes I know what you think of me, You never shut up//Yeah I can hear that; (Silent All These Years, by Tori Amos)

And the greatest of teachers won’t hesitate–to leave you there, by yourself, chained to fate; (I Alone, by LIVE)

I liked the way my hand looked on your head; (Iris, by LIVE)

The confusion sets in//Before the doctor can even close the door; (Lightning Crashes, by LIVE)

You wrap your legs around me//All I can do to try and breathe; (The Dolphin’s Cry, by LIVE)

A million mile fall from grace//Thank god we missed the ground; (Run to the Water, by LIVE)

Who lit the candle that started the fire//Burnt down the fortress, the throne?; (They Stood Up For Love, by LIVE)

We hit a couch, the place was packed with sweaty palms//Sweaty thongs, and sweaty backs; (Deep Enough, by LIVE)

It’s always times like these, When I think of you//And I wonder if you ever think of me; (A Thousand Miles, by Vanessa Carlton)

My first time, hard to explain//Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain; (White Houses, by Vanessa Carlton)

I went to pick her up//The tire had a blow-out, and my mom’s car got//Shot up; (Babysitting Blues, Adventures in Babysitting soundtrack)

The soul redeeming feature, or that little creature//Is that she’s alive; (The Corpse Bride Soundtrack)

And then, baby, everything…went…black; (The Corpse Bride Soundtrack)

When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night//I excel without ever even trying; (The Nightmare Before Christmas Soundtrack)

Lovers in love, and the other runs away//Lover is cryin’ ‘cus the other won’t stay//Some others hover, only weeping for the other//Who was dyin’ since the day they were born; (Stay, by Lisa Loeb)

Of my virtue, I am justly proud; (Hellfire, Hunchback of Notre Dame)

We set the world in motion//By reaching out for each others hand; (Eye to Eye, A Goofy Movie Soundtrack)

That’s our cue, boys//It’s time to go slummin’; (Brooklyn’s Here, Newsies the Musical)

Fairy tales live in me//Fables coming from my memory//Fantasy is not a crime; (Castle in the Sky, Nightcore)

Hello, teacher! Tell me, what's my lesson?; (Mad World, by Michael Andrews)

"Plenty of meat, but with no blood!"; (Lvího Krále Kytice)

Freak//Slut//Burn-Out//Bug Eyes//Poser//Lard-Ass; (Beautiful, Heathers the Musical)

Like the Huns invading Rome//Welcome to my school, this ain’t no high school//This is The Thunderdome; (Beautiful, Heathers the Musical)

Might still have voices in my head, but now they’re just the normal kind; (Voices in my Head, Be More Chill)

Somebody shine a light//I’m frozen by the fear in me; (Shatter Me, by Lindsey Sterling)

Hello again, Friend of a Friend; (Black Sheep, Metric)

Don’t fight, don’t lose your head//’Cus every night, who’s in your bed?; (Take Me or Leave Me, Rent)

You have invented a new kind of stupid//A damage you can never undo, kind of stupid; (Congratulations, Hamilton)

Because Prince Charming would never settle for you; (Lower Your Expectations, Bo Burnham)

Hot blonde, hot bod, Cheer Captain//Plus they were rich; (The Ballad of Sara Berry)

A sprinkle of Glamor, a dollop of Charm//Trading family secrets and recipes long as your arm; (Song of the Witches, SJ Tucker)

14 lads, so grave and so great, yet we 5 sisters with veils and with plates//Lay down a quilt on their tomb; (The Five Sisters, American Murder Song)

Somewhere where the road forks left and coils; (Mary, American Murder Song)

Love is a white room that cures every ill; (Sweet Rosalie, American Murder Song)

See me now, a ray of light in the moondance//See me now, I cannot leave this place; (The Willow Maid, Erutan)

Friendship dies, and true love lies//Night will fall, and the dark will rise; (When a Good Man Goes to War, Doctor Who)

What do I stand for, what do I stand for//Most nights I don’t know//Anymore; (Some Nights, the fun)

We're one of a kind, no category//Too many years lost in history; (Six, Six the Musical)

“The way I see it, your daddy should be leavin’ and you should stick around--and kill him”//”WHAT”//”Nothing.”; (Say My Name, Beetlejuice the Musical)

Eat, sleep, love, hate//Like a leaf floating in the wind//Watch them all vacillate; (They’re Only Human, Death Note the Musical)

Can you not feel the terror//Like a fire in the air; (Madame Guillotine, The Scarlet Pimpernel)

“I’ll live inside you forever!//With Satan himself by my side!”; (Confrontation, Jekyll & Hyde)

As different as the sun and moon is//This is the reality of my duality; (Jekyll & Hyde, Jonathan Thulin)

Do you love me?//I don’t know if I love you; (Do You Love Me, Maître Gims)

[ficsandgiggles]

Rebuilding the Bridge

So, here is the first of hopefully a few Natasha and Yelena fics! It doesn’t really have any spoilers so anyone is free to read, whether they have watched Black Widow or not. Enjoy! 💗

“I’m glad you’re back, I was worried I wasn’t going to see you again.” Yelena admitted as she came down to lay next to her long-lost sister. She missed having a family, and she was determined to make up for lost time with Natasha.

“I gotta say, you’ve definitely grown up, even if you are a sassy little shit at times, I’m glad that never changed.” Nat replied, staring at the stars, feeling slightly at peace for the first time in a while, the stars made her feel small, like everything that was going on in her life wasn’t as scary as it was. It was strangely comforting to think about how small and irrelevant her life was compared to the size of the universe.

“Do you remember the times we used to do this as kids?” Yelena asked with a small smile on her face. “We’d go into a bridge position to see the stars on the ground then see how long we could hold that position.”

Nat gave a small, fond smile at the memory, the two kids spent a lot of time upside down, distracting the other to try and make them fall first, but Nat almost always cheated by scribbling under her sisters arm, which quickly turned the competition into a tickle fight.

“Yeah, that was always fun, especially when we snuck out at night to do it.” She replied, looking over to see Yelena practicing the bridge position, something she hadn’t tried in years. “You still got it.” Nat commented, seeing Yelena’s shirt ride up a little and wondering if something else about her never changed.

“At least I didn’t turn into a poser over time, I still think your little hero pose sucks.” Yelena commented, beginning to walk around whilst remaining in the bridge position.

Nat raised her eyebrow, this was the second time Yelena mentioned about the so called pose she does when she’s about to kick ass. She took the opportunity to poke the strip of Yelena’s skin that was showing, causing the younger woman to flinch away.

“Natasha…” Yelena warned quietly, slowly moving to come out of the bridge position as she turned to glare at her sister. “Don’t you even think about it.”

Nat smirked, shuffling over to Yelena and looking down at her, poking her belly once more. “Think about what? I’m a poser, not a thinker.” She replied, pressing gentle pokes all over her belly and watching as Yelena flinched and twitched at each poke.

“If you tickle me, I will end you.” Yelena warned, trying to roll away. However, Nat was already ready to pounce, and she jumped on Yelena and straddled her waist, the blonde now pinned down on her stomach.

“Somehow, I don’t think I need to be scared of you.” Nat replied, before drilling into Yelena’s armpits, grinning evilly as Yelena yelped and slammed her arms down against her sides.

“NAHAAHAHAHATAHAHAHASHA!” Yelena screeched, already trying to roll over to shove Nat off, she hadn’t felt this sensation in over twenty years, she didn’t want such a weakness to be exposed.

“Ah, some things will never change.” Nat smirked, finally relaxing as she felt their bond growing once more. She skittered her fingers down to scribble in between the bones of her ribs, which definitely caused Yelena to have a bigger reaction as she yelped and attempted to throw Nat off her back, bubbly giggles escaping her lips.

Yelena would never admit this, but her feelings around being tickled had quickly changed, this was actually fun. It felt nice to laugh and let go again, she had emotionally shut down for so long that she had forgot what it was like to just laugh.

She didn’t reply to Nat’s comment and just accepted her fate, squealing when Nat started scribbling up and down her sides, causing her to laugh harder and attempt to hold her sisters wrists to move them away.

Nat rolled her eyes fondly and quickly flipped her over, the blonde now laying on her back. Smirking, Nat shook both of her hands into Yelena’s belly, raising her eyebrows as the younger burst into cackling laughter. “You are way too ticklish to be a tough spy.” She grinned evilly, a fond smile eventually gracing her lips.

That comment caused Yelena to finally fight back, she fought through her laughter and shot her hands into Natasha’s armpits, scribbling in deeply as she hoped that she would react.

Nat quickly yelped and slammed her arms against her sides, she glared at Yelena and fought hard to hide her reactions. “Don’t you even think about it…” she warned quietly, but that just made Yelena raise her eyebrows and shove Nat off her waist.

“I have a brief memory of you having ticklish thighs. Alexis often took advantage of that.” Yelena commented and squeezed rapidly into Nat’s thighs, causing Nat to immediately fall into a fit of laughter, she kicked out and covered her mouth, everything she got taught over the years briefly forgotten as she allowed the ticklish sensation to take over her.

“SHIHIHIHIT, YEHEHEHEHELENAHAHAHA!” Nat cackled as she gripped onto Yelena’s wrists to try and push her away from her awfully ticklish thighs. However, Yelena just raised her eyebrows with a little smirk. “Yes, Avenger?” She teased, squeezing into her knees now and chuckling as Nat broke into giggly laughter.

“YOHOHOHOU ARE SUHUHUHUCH AN ASS!” Nat laughed out, now attempting to kick Yelena away. Unfortunately for Nat, she was unable to kick someone who was now sat on her legs.

“I’m an ass? I believe you started this.” Yelena replied, now moving to sit on her waist, digging into her armpits.

“I also know you’re incredibly sensitive here, I used this to win our bridge competitions.” She added, scribbling in easily despite Nat slamming her arms down against her sides.

It was obvious that Nat didn’t really mind letting go to laugh. Although she occasionally got tickled by Steve or Clint, she was normally on the tickler side because people were too scared to try snd get her. Yelena knew she was okay with this because otherwise she would’ve been shoved off her ages ago.

Eventually, Yelena let Nat go and rolled off her, hesitantly laying down again to look at the stars, but she was ready to pounce just in case Nat attempted to attack again.

However, Nat decided it was a temporary end to their tickle fight, she would use this again to attack Yelena in the future. But for now, she allowed oxygen to enter her lungs, thankful for what had just happened.

“That was.. that was fun.” Nat admitted quietly, turning her head to face Yelena, who was quick to do the same. A small smile was on both of their faces as they immediately felt closer to one another.

“It was fun, and now I know how to annoy you even more.” Yelena chuckled, giving Nat’s thigh one more squeeze before looking back at the stars.

Nat yelped and kicked out, rolling her eyes as she looked up at the sky too. “But don’t forget, I will always fight back.” She replied, but she smiled fondly at the thought of having another tickle fight.

The two chuckled together before stargazing in a comfortable silence, thankful for what had just happened.