#russian spy au

[ronanception]

“Tell me something you hate about America.”

Robin coughed harder than usual, scrunching up from where she had been laying down, wheezing in surprise. Nancy smiled innocently on her left, reaching out a hand to rub her back as she looked back at her with wild eyes, gasping for breath. She cleared her throat once she had recovered and passed the slowly burning joint back to her girlfriend.

“Are you wearing a wire?” she squeaked, the whites of her eyes flashing as she scanned the empty hill Nancy had parked on. It had been a year since she had told her ex-ex-girlfriend the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It had been three months of pure, summer bliss since she had regained Nancy's trust, and tonight they were sharing a joint they had procured together from Eddie, laying on the hood of The Wheeler Station Wagon and looking at the stars.

“Oh my god. Please. I’m an investigative journalist.”

“An aspiring investigative journalist.”

Nancy sat up as she pulled in a lungful of smoke, smacking Robin lightly on the arm.

“Har har, smartass.” she teased on her exhale. Robin plucked the joint nimbly from her fingers and adopted the thinkers pose, eyeing the clear summer skies as she thumbed through the files of her memories, all the way back to when she was first planted in Anchorage, Alaska. Her first American Experience.

“I fucking hate peanut butter.” she sighed, her lips twisting into a wry grin as she glanced at Nancy.

“Shut up. No.” Nancy’s chin hit her chest and she leaned into Robins arm, giggling like a schoolgirl. “Peanut butter? You’re trying to completely integrate with American society and you can’t stand peanut butter? I’m amazed you’ve made it this far!” she laughed, linking their arms and opening her mouth slightly so that her girlfriend could tuck the quickly diminishing roach back between her lips.

“Okay. Right. So.” Robin began, paused, took a breath while she considered the right words, and continued. “Peanut butter is, like, not a thing in the Soviet Union, right? So, like, we’ve HEARD of it, and, yeah, some people get peanut butter, but, like, it’s not just on the shelf at the shop, okay? So, like, you really have to ‘know a guy’ to get some, it’s considered a delicacy.”

She paused and took the last inhale of the stub of their joint before blotting it out on the sole of her boot and flicking it away.

“Okay so - Nancy, you know I’m not rich, but back at home I was, like, I mean I get that there are rich people, and people say the oligarchs are gone and, like, from what my papa told me things are, like, at least a bit better than they were for my grandparents I guess? And I guess we do fine, but a big part of the reason I signed up for the program in the first place was to get a better status for my mama and papa and, like, there is ABSOLUTELY still class dichotomy -”

Nancy cleared her throat and nudged Robin with a saccharine smile “Peanut butter?” she asked sweetly. Robin groaned and flopped back on the hood of the station wagon, taking a giggling Nancy with her. The two wiggled closer, Nancy cuddling under Robins arm, laying her head on Robins chest, right below her collarbone. Robin gave a big sigh and continued, “Right. Peanut butter. So in the Union, sometimes, advertisements from America would leak in. I’m sure it was counter-propaganda from the west. Obviously. But I kept hearing and seeing advertisements for something called ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’“

Nancy hid her face in Robins chest so that the other girl could only feel the laugh and not hear it. “Robin you sounded like an old timey news reporter when you said that...” she teased, kissing the exposed clavicle available to her. Robin huffed indignantly.

“That’s literally exactly how they said it in the broadcast! ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’“ she repeated officially, “It was the first English phrase I learned!” this statement only sent Nancy into a fit of giggles.

“Listen, it’s hard enough doing an Indiana accent for a language I only just learned four years ago, okay? That’s just exactly how I heard it, I repeated that so many times I must have driven my parents crazy.” she reasoned, throwing her hands across their fields of vision. “I was really proud of how American I sounded when I did that!”

“Do you want me to finish?”

“Please, I’m dying to know what you think of ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’“ Nancy giggled mercilessly. Robin groaned and squeezed her girlfriend tighter.

“Okay Miss America, what you need to know is that ‘Reeses Peanut Butter Cups’ royally fucked up the concept of peanut butter for me, okay? It’s a complete tragedy.” She pouted down at Nancy who rewarded her with a small kiss. “Thank you. It was really hard.” she said seriously before looking back at the sky.

“The thing about this misconception is that, when I came to America, I saw Peanut Butter just... there. In the store. There was so much of it! And different kinds of Peanut Butter? I was being extremely careful with my ‘American Parents’ and I refused to beg. I wasn’t great with the American accent or language either so I said...’ Robin paused for effect, ‘Pyee-nyut butterrr?’ her ‘r’s rolled ridiculously as she exaggerated her accent.

“You would not believe how fast this woman slapped the absolute shit out of me! I promise no one else heard what I said but блять I saw stars.”

Nancy cooed sympathetically, tightening her hold and pressing a sweet kiss to the underside of Robins jaw.

“But that’s not why I hate peanut butter. She did buy me a whole can of Peter Pan Peanut Butter” her eyes had gone soft, her mind transported to the memory of her turning the key on the tin can to open it, the pure smell of ‘peanut’ hitting her nose for the first time. Nancy looked into her face, awestruck, counting the constellations reflected in her gaze and the untold depths to her freckles.

“It wasn’t sweet and it tasted like shit.”

The moment shattered like a wine glass on a concrete floor, so abrupt and unexpected that Nancy forgot that the whole point of this story was that Robin  hated peanut butter. What? She was suddenly inconsolable, stricken by giggles and heaving for breaths as she rolled away from her partner, unable to even pretend she could remain in that beautiful moment.

“Nancy oh my god!!!” she heard Robin squeal between panting laughter, “It wasn’t that funny! Calm down!“ Nancy felt arms pulling her up and into a stringy embrace, felt puffs of laughter on her cheeks and kisses on her nose as she laughed and laughed. She allowed herself to be pulled down from the hood of the car onto the grassy hillside, rolling and laughing, tears leaking from her eyes as she imagined a baby Robin Buckley grabbing a whole spoonful of peanut butter and just absolutely gagging.

After laughing and giggling and exchanging more soft kisses, Nancy looked at Robin with determination.

“I’m going to get you to like Peanut Butter if it kills me, Robin Buckley.”

#russian robin #ronance #stranger things #st4 #russian spy au #alternate universe #Just having fun here don't mind me #this became WAY LONGER than I thought it would go #based on actual conversations with my friends who were grade school aged in the USSR #the soviet union is not russia and it kills me when people equate them as the same #different countries babes #my writing #i might draw somethin #long post

[silvereyedsankta]

she's constantly on my mind....

#russian spy robin #russian spy robin art #this could technically also be #s1 robin #s1 robin art #robin buckley #robin buckley fanart #stranger things #stranger things fanart #stranger things au #my art

[anthropologistfromentropy]

Oh, this gave me a head canon of sex worker!Alexey Tarasov from the Silver Skates! Love that idea. He would definitely talk to them about Marx and steal from them.

Also cool spy vibes. He and Matvey are already going to be doing spying in my current fic, with the bakery actually being a spy agency run by Yusupov and Razumovsky. But I want to write a sequel some day that's even more queer Cold War spy -centric.

(Besides Alexey and Matvey it's going to have mostly actual historical gay spies/gay communists. Maybe Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas? Or someone inspired by him, I really don't like his antisemitism. Like he was truly vile, Yusupov was barely antisemitic at all in comparison. Probably mostly focused on England, as they are Russia's main enemy in this alternate 1920s Cold War. Really want to include Shanghai and Morocco/Algeria too tho (have to do more espionage history research).

#alexey tarasov #silver skates netflix #silver skates #sex worker!alexey tarasov #spy!alexey tarasov #song about a male sex worker #the bidding #tally hall #queer spy oc #gay cold war spy #silver skates fanfic #russian revolution au #cold war au #Youtube

[itsagrimm]

There was something of a thought process behind this but honestly it wasn't much.

✨Adventures of Eli Vanto James Bond AU✨

Ensign Eli Vanto is the socially competent person capable of navigating every political space he ends up in. Vanto is constantly tasked with saving the smart (and good looking) stranger Thrawn, all while saving the galaxy from pirates. With his comrades Faro and Yularen Vanto makes his way up the military hierarchies, hunting for SOMEONE'S nemesis 'nightswan'.

Bonus - Sean Connery was a sexist and the whole James Bond franchise can burn. I'm just here to have fun and dance on some graves.

#i mean thrawn was technically a spy so it does fit #also coming from berlin and being russian and german it is extremely liberating to make fun of the james bond franchise in general #that whole thing is so broken #thrawn #thrawn au #thrawn 2017 #eli vanto #ensign vanto #thranto #grand admiral thrawn #senior captain thrawn #karyn faro #colonel yularen #nightswan

[ncis-nerd]

Natasha winking at you in a meeting

grey november au

-You were new to the building. Steve hired you to listen in on their meetings and take notes.

-After one of many arguments of who said what, Steve finally caved. He agreed to get someone who they vetted well to keep track.

-Now it was quite obvious you were younger than the old agents but it didn't stop the Russian spy from stealing glances at you.

-You'd be in the kitchen making coffee and turn around to the red-head inches away from you.

-Startled, you jump, nearly clashing into her. "Sorry dear, didn't mean to scare ya" she hummed, catching you in her arms.

-"O-oh, it's okay Miss Romanov, I really should be getting back to my work." You rush out of the room. Why was she everywhere you went? You could swear she was following you. But she won't do that...Would she?

-Later that day, Steve called an emergency meeting. Something about their enemies plotting a heist and they needed to stop that.

-You took your usual spot next to Steve, across from Natasha. You put your computer down on the table.

-"Alright, now that we have everyone.." Steve babbled on. You were just focused on typing. Documenting everything that was said.

-Steve stops talking for a second. You look up, Steve says "We will have Nat go in, she is the best lookin and our only chance at distracting the guard."

-You looked at Nat with doe eyes. Could Steve really do this? Why was Nat always the one who had to do their dirty work? Seducing the gross older men.

-Nat met your eyes and gave you a wink. Upon seeing your frown, she gives you a comforting smile. But you go back to your duty of typing.

-After the meeting is over, everyone has left. Well, except you and Nat. You were still typing but you're about done now. As you're getting up to leave, Nat grabs your arm.

-"Wait." She said, looking at you. You turn around, confused because Miss Romanov never makes you stay back. Did you do something wrong?

-Nat could sense your anxiety and sees you fidgeting nervously with your hoodie string. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble hun. Just wanted to make sure you're okay. You seemed upset in the meeting?" Nat question.

-You sighed "Miss Roman-" "Call me Natasha" the spy cut you off. "Natasha, it's wrong for them to treat you like this. Like- like you're just a pretty woman they can use to distract creepy men who can't keep it in their pants." You pouted, holding her hand.

-"Pretty? You think I'm pretty hm?" She teased. You were still frowning. She sighed, realizing this is what was bothering you before.

- "Okay, detka. I'll be honest with you. In this field of work, unfortunately most people will want you on missions just because youre a woman. I do lose a bunch of opportunities because of my gender but if I can help the planet then I think it's worth it." she says in a more serious tone.

-Softening her gaze when you ask her why she doesn't just quit. "It's not that simple, love." She sighed, wiping a stray tear that escaped your eye.

-You don't register you're crying until the older woman pulls you in. Embracing her warmth, she holds you close and strokes your hair. She closes her eyes, trying to remember this moment.

-That you are real and you care about her.

A/N: new possible au?? what we thinking? want more of this storyline?

taglist: @ssa-shaylam @madamevirgo

#my writing #my fic #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha x you #black widow #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romonova #natasha romanov x reader #Natasha Romanov x y/n #black widow x y/n #black widow fic #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow angst #black widow movie #the avengers #avengers au #avengers fic #steve rogers #grey november au

[nataliasquote]

Double the trouble [pt.2] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2

Summary: Natasha and Wanda's teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other

Warnings: none

Pairings: WandaNat, O!C x Valkyrie, Y/n x Bucky Barnes

wc: 3.7k

note: thank you for all the love on part 1!

— ⧗ —

"I'm home!" Isla called out as she stepped through the front door, her bag and coat slipping into a pile on the floor. She'd get yelled at about it, but that wasn't her problem right now.

Wandering into the kitchen, thumbs typing away to her group chat, she almost walked straight into Natasha who was stood in the doorway.

"Thank you." The Russian said, plucking the phone from her daughter's hand. Isla looked up to protest but bit her tongue as she saw her mother. "So that's how I get your attention. Got that Wanda?"

"Noted." The other mother teased, winking at Isla who just groaned.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was just checking details for the party tomorrow." Both Nat and Wanda's eyebrows shot up at the mention of a party. It was the first they'd heard of it.

"Party?" Nat asked, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "What party?"

Isla wandered over to the fridge and grabbed a can of Dr Pepper, opening it at arms length incase it sprayed in her face. She'd made a habit of doing that ever since she was 11, when Y/N shook a van before handing it to her and it went everywhere.

"I was just going to ask you if I could go to a party tomorrow night?" She smiled sweetly, fully turning on the charm for her skeptical moms.

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "Who's party is it?"

"Maria's."

Wanda's expression softened as she heard the name. They both knew Maria was a good kid, albeit incredibly feisty. It was no surprise she got on so well with their girls. "And who's going?" Natasha was the picky parent, always asking questions on their whereabouts. It was the inner spy taking control.

"Everyone I guess?" Isla said with a shrug, taking a sip of her drink. She hopped up onto the countertop and Wanda went to protest before thinking better of it. She might as well have it recorded with how many times a day she tells the twins to stop sitting on the counter. Nat often joked that she was a broken record.

"Is Y/N invited?" Isla nodded as she took another sip. "Speaking of which, where's your sister?"

Isla smirked immediately, a playful glint in her eye. "Bucky took her to go and get ice cream." She had to suppress her grin as much as possible, but Wanda and Natasha still saw straight through her.

"He's still trying to win her over?" Nat asked and Isla nodded, eyes wide.

Wanda's jaw dropped. She loved a bit of gossip. "Y/N still hasn't said yes? I thought she said that weeks ago?"

"You know how Y/N is with her feelings," Nat said with a sigh. "She keeps them closed off from just about everyone. That poor boy must really like her." Isla nodded in confirmation as if to say 'oh he really does'.

"Sounds like someone else I know." Wanda said with a knowing look, making Nat roll her eyes.

"Hey, I was a spy. There's a difference!"

"Clearly not," Wanda shrugged. "She's your daughter, now look!" She stood up from her chair and made her way over to the fridge to start on dinner, kissing her daughter's head as she passed.

"So, Ils, any news in your love life?" Natasha asked, clearly trying to steer the subject away from herself.

The red headed teenager shrugged shyly, suddenly not open to talking at all. Natasha smirked at her body language, knowing there was something to hide.

"Okay spill, cmon. Who's the lucky lady?"

"It's nothing." Isla defended, a blush rising to her cheeks. "She doesn't really know I exist either."

"Who is it?" Wanda had joined in now. Both women were curious to see what their daughter's taste in women was like.

"Well, there's this girl in my science class called Valkyrie and she's just- effortlessly cool, and badass, and she takes no shit from anyone-"

"Hey, watch the language misses." Wanda pointed her wooden spoon at Isla, who clearly wasn't paying attention. Her mind was lost in the images of Valkyrie in her mind.

"Wands leave her alone, she's in love." Nat teased, earning a swat with a tea towel from her wife. "She sounds amazing Isla. Have you spoken to her at all?"

Isla shook her head dejectedly, suddenly very interested in the skin around her thumbnail. "And it's no use. She's too cool for me. I'll just look weird if I try to talk to her."

Natasha watched her daughter's deflated body language and stood up to give her a hug. She pressed a kiss to her soft red hair and just held her for a moment. "Is she going to be at the party tomorrow?" Isla nodded into her mother's chest. "Then talk to her. You've got the perfect opportunity there. Plus, dress cute and she won't be able to miss you." Pulling away from the hug, Nat sent Isla a small wink, which instantly put a smile on the girl's face.

"Your mother is right, you know. No one cares what happens at a party. Just talk to her, dance, do whatever you want to. Then she'll see just how cool you are too."

Isla grinned at her moms, feeling completely surrounded by love in that moment. "You guys are actually the best. I got so lucky." Nat ruffled her hair before she was swatted away by Isla.

"Well at least one of you is getting women! Wands, we did something right!" The couple high fived like a pair of children and Isla just her eyes playfully. "I never thought we'd have a boy in the house."

"I have to make up for Y/N's straight-ness somehow." Isla exclaimed with a wink. Her comment made Wanda turn around, her hand resting on her hip.

"Y/N? Straight? Do you even look at your sister?" Isla shot her a questioning look and Natasha laughed.

"Ils, your sister isn't straight. She's definitely got some bisexual going on. I mean... the rings, the braids, the leather jackets- she's not straight."

"But- Bucky?!" Isla protested.

"Bisexual, honey. She can like both."

Isla thought for a moment, clearing trying to remember the vibes that her sister gave off. I mean, cmon, it's not like they saw each other everyday and lived with each other. "Okay yeah," she said after a long pause, "I see it."

"Good." Natasha glanced at her watch on her wrist. "There's about 30 minutes until dinner and then I need you down here to set the table. Sound good?"

"Yup." The teenager scurried upstairs after grabbing her bag and sat down to scroll on her phone, or do "homework" as she'd told her moms earlier.

Roughly 10 minutes later, Y/N wandered through the door, a soft smile on her face. She mirrored her sister, leaving her coat and bag by the door and wandering into the kitchen for a drink.

"Ah, you made it back alive. How was it?" Natasha had to keep her curiosity to a minimum, not wanting to pry too hard and make Y/N clam up. But she didn't need to worry; the girl seemed far too loved up to notice. Not that she would ever admit it.

"It was good. They had the best mint choc chip I've ever tasted!"

Wanda smiled and turned away from the pot she was stirring. "And how's Bucky?"

"He's good." Y/N's attempt at being casual was given away by the heavy blush that crept up her cheeks. "We had fun."

"Just good?" Nat teased, earning an eye roll from her daughter.

"Mama he's just a friend."

Both women shared a knowing look and Nat tried to stifle a small laugh. They were fun moms, always teasing and joking with their girls whenever the opportunity arose.

"Sure, mhm, just a friend."

Y/N groaned loudly, clearly done with this topic of conversation. "Okay, whatever. I've got homework to do." She turned to leave before Nat caught her attention, stopping the girl in her tracks.

"Oh, Isla told us about that party tomorrow. You guys can go but we want you home by-"

" -home by 2am. Yes we know."

"Good. Or I'll turn you both into pumpkins." Wanda teased, making Y/N roll her eyes before she disappeared upstairs like her sister did.

Natasha opened up her laptop and began typing away to finish off some emails she had been replying to before her girls came home. She had a wide smile on her lips and Wanda couldn't help but gaze lovingly at her wife.

"I can feel you staring at me Wands. Don't burn the food please."

"I'm not staring, I'm admiring. And I'm not you either. I don't burn rice." Wanda blew a kiss across the room to her wife who turned around rather offended at that last comment. "It's just cute seeing you so happy."

Natasha quickly glanced at the staircase, careful that neither of the girls were coming down. "It's the joys of young love." She commented wistfully, scraping her chair back to go over to her wife.

Wanda was about to turn back to the stove when Natasha's gentle grip on her hips kept her in place. The Russian pressed their bodies together against the cool countertop and slid her arms further around so they connected behind Wanda, pulling her even closer.

"You make us sound old, saying that." Wanda whispered, eyes darting between her wife's captivating eyes and full lips.

"We've got two almost-adults. We are old." Nat placed a gentle kiss to her wife's lips, not missing how Wanda relaxed into her touch even more. "You're still just as sexy and beautiful though."

A blush crept into Wanda's cheeks and it felt as if they were teenagers again, just in love as their daughters are. "Just stop talking and kiss me."

"Yes ma'am." Nat obeyed her command and connected their lips once more, this time not pulling away. They'd mastered the art of a silent make out, not wanting Isla or Y/N to hear them upstairs. This one was gentle, tongues slowly swirling around each other as Nat pressed her hips into Wanda, trapping her against the counter. Wanda had moved her hands up to cup her wife's face, the simple gesture setting butterflies off in the redhead's stomach. It was the smallest actions that sent her all giddy.

"You know," Nat husked, sliding her hands lower down Wanda's back as they pulled away momentarily. "We've got a free house tomorrow..."

She trailed off, allowing Wanda to piece together the images in her mind. The Sokovian shook her head at her wife's mischievous smirk. "Natasha Romanoff, you have such a dirty mind."

"Oh tell me you didn't think about it too."

Not wanting to confirm or deny, Wanda just kissed her hungrily again, taking Nat by surprise. Part of her wanted to continue this make out session, but with dinner cooking and the possibility of being walked in on, it didn't appeal to her. "Okay, you're distracting me here. So go, I've got dinner to make." She swatted Nat's ass as the redhead shook it as she wandered back over to the table, her tongue running across her lips, still savouring the taste of her wife.

"I don't need to be kissing you to do that." She wore a cocky smirk and Wanda wanted nothing more than to swipe it straight off her face.

"Damn right you don't. But if dinner burns, you're explaining the truth to the girls." That shut her up and Wanda smiled triumphantly and turned back to her cooking as Nat suddenly became very busy in her emails.

"Just you wait until tomorrow." Nat mumbled under her breath, her mind now anywhere but those damn emails.

— ⧗ —

"Blue or green?" Y/N asked for the third time as Isla continued to shrug. She had two different dress options for the party and so far she was miles away from picking one. "Isla please. Blue or green?"

Her sister sat on her bed clutching a bottle of white nail polish and was carefully painting her toes. She eyed the dresses carefully, imagining them on her sister. But they were both cute, so she just shrugged.

"I don't know. They'll both look hot. Just pick one."

Y/N groaned, clearly getting frustrated. "Just pick a colour. Blue or green?"

"Green will make your eyes pop." Came a soft voice from the doorway. Both girls turned to see Nat casually stood there, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. "The blue is pretty, but the green is gonna make you look even more amazing."

"Green it is then." Y/N said with a satisfied huff, hanging the blue dress back in her closet. Nat let herself into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed, careful not to mess up Isla's nails.

"How are you girls getting on? Nearly ready?" Well, they both weren't dressed, but they were supposed to leave in 30 minutes and Nat knew just how often the women in that house rushed to get ready. She came to give them a gentle push, but also to see if they needed any help.

"I just need to wait for these to dry, then I can get dressed." Isla ran a hand through her perfectly curled hair. "Oh and touch up my make-up."

Nat nodded and fixed a curl that had got caught around Isla's earring, earning a grateful smile from her.

"Do I put my dress on and then do my makeup? Or the other way around?" Y/N was full of mini dilemmas today; clearly she was putting a lot of pressure on tonight. Maybe for a certain guy...

"Does your dress need to go over your head?" Y/N shook her head. "Then do makeup first. Then you can stay comfy." Y/N slumped down onto the floor and grabbed her make up bag, preferring to do her make up infront of her large, full length mirror instead of the smaller one at her vanity.

Soft music played from the tv and Nat just smiled at how domestic it all felt. Although the girls had separate rooms, they often came to get ready in Y/N's which was closer to the bathroom. Despite frequent bickering and small arguments, the twins got along well and it was a sweet sight to see Isla curling Y/N's hair.

"I'll leave you girls to it then. Who's picking you up?"

"Clint said he'd call because it's on his way. I think his mom is driving us there and back." Nat smiled softly. They'd always got along well with the Barton family, having been friends with them since the girls were small. Clint was one of their closest friends, and Nat could see why. Even she found the boy funny and witty, despite his rubbing jokes sometimes.

Nat stood up and moved back to the doorway, turning around at the last second. "Okay, well, don't be too long. Your mom and I have got a couple of bottles you can take. But don't go mad tonight girls, okay?" The twins answered her in chorus, reassuring her that they would be okay. They had smart heads on their shoulders and had built up enough trust with Nat and Wanda to gain the privilege of having alcohol at parties. The parents weren't super strict, but they wanted to keep the girls safe. Naturally.

25 minutes later, both girls were by the front door, pulling on shoes and quickly checking their hair and make up infront of the large mirror on the wall. Y/N was getting frustrated with her converse laces and was huffing slightly, pulling them so tight it looked as though the laces might snap.

A loud honk came from outside and Isla peered out of the window to see Clint leaning over the steering wheel of his mom's car, much to her distaste. She dashed out of the front door and down the porch steps, yelling goodbyes to her moms who just laughed as she left.

Nat pressed a pack of ciders into Y/N's arms, along with a bottle of vodka. That was always in plentiful supply in the house, so one bottle meant nothing.

"Be safe, don't do anything stupid." Wanda said to her youngest, pulling her into a quick hug despite Y/N's protests to leave. But her struggling was pointless so she accepted the hugs and kisses before making her escape towards the car.

Both moms watched the black Audi pull off the drive and they hugged each other close before closing the door. A cunning smile made its way onto Natasha's face and she quickly turned Wanda around and pushed her body against the closed door.

"A promise is a promise." She said, her voice dropping a couple of octaves. Sounding even sexier than usual.

Wanda gulped, feeling her heart rate speed up as Nat's lips trailed across her collarbone. She knew she was going to be worshipped tonight; her wife certainly knew how to make her feel good.

— ⧗ —

3 hours in and the party was in full swing. The living room of Maria's house had been cleared to create a large dance floor, teens crammed together as they jumped to the music.

Y/N leaned against the far wall, a red solo cup clutched in her hand. She was tipsy, but not as wasted as her twin sister who was heavily making out with Valkyrie in the middle of the dance floor. The sisters caught each others eye and Y/N pumped her fist, earning a middle finger from Isla who's lips were still locked with her crush.

Laughing to herself, she took another sip of god-knows-what and wandered out into the garden, longing for some fresh air and peace away from the thumping bass. Although she was a dancer, parties and dancing weren't her thing. She felt too stiff and awkward, but outside she swayed lightly to the beat, helped by the alcohol rushing through her system.

"It's nice out here." A voice spoke from her right. The tipsy girl looked over her left shoulder before quickly switched to her right, a blush forming on her already flushed cheeks as she saw a familiar figure approach. Thank god for the dim lights.

"Yeah." She'd be kicking herself at that lame response, considering who she was talking to. "You okay?"

Bucky smiled, leaning on the back of one of the metal garden chairs. He looked hot, his shirt unbuttoned down to the centre of his chest and his hair gelled slightly but still the soft brown colour that Y/N had grown to love.

"Better now that you're here." He knew that game was risky, but all this chasing around had made him tired. He wanted her, so he was going to get her. He stared at her for a few moments, eyes raking up and down her figure. She looked stunning. Her simple green silk dress hugged all the right places, accentuating her small waist and long legs. Her hair rested perfectly down her back and Bucky had to swallow thickly a couple of times.

"You're a flirt." She laughed, taking a sip of her drink and frowning as a droplet rolled down her chin.

She tried to wipe it away but Bucky got there first, gently taking her chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted her head towards him, making her entire body turn with the moment. Neither of them uttered a word, their eyes meeting like something out of a cheesy rom-com.

Bucky's thumb swiped across her lower lip slowly, collecting the spilled drink and brushing it away. He gazed into the forest green eyes staring back at him, admiring the tiny flakes of brown that lit up from the outdoor lanterns above their heads.

Y/N's breath was caught in her throat. She'd been dancing around Bucky for weeks, too scared to face her true feelings about him because the thought of that terrified her. But the alcohol in her system has cleared her foggy mind, bringing forward the thoughts she'd been pushing away.

She took a daring step forward, closing the tempting gap between them that spoke louder words than the music blaring inside. Nothing else seemed to matter as Bucky tilted her chin up and brought his lips to meet hers in a tentative kiss.

It was only peck before they pulled away, but something clicked between them both and their lips met once again, this time fuelled by more passion and lust, the nerves somewhere far away.

Y/N looped her arms around his neck and he slid his hand round to cup her cheek, careful not to disturb the kiss.

The whole world had melted away, meaning that Y/N failed to hear her sister stood behind the glass doors, jumping up and down and screaming with Valkyrie, Clint and Maria who were all ecstatic over the kiss that they'd been waiting for for months. They cheered loudly, high fiving each other with wide grins.

Clint handed Maria a $20 with a groan, his smile disappearing as he realised he lost the bed. The party host tucked the money into her bra and walked off with her head held high. Tonight has been a successful night.

— ⧗ —

After a rather rowdy car ride back home, Isla and Y/N stumbled out of the car, the latter thanking Clint's mom for the ride as the eldest made a 'run' to the front door.

She didn't even take her shoes off before she glanced around the house like a meerkat, desperately searching for someone to scream the news to.

Catching sight of the moms sitting at the kitchen table, Isla came crashing over, completely drunk.

"Mom! Y/N kissed Bucky!" Her voice was far too loud for 2am and both mothers winced slightly at the volume, before smirking at the news.

A very exhausted Y/N trailed in afterwards, her hands raised in protest. "No! That's not the only thing that happened!"

"Mom! I made out with Valkyrie!"

#natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #fanfic #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wandanat #bucky barnes #wandanat x daughter!reader #marvel #king valkyrie #wanda maximoff x reader #double the trouble au

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The Spy Who Loved Me | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: you had a clear mission: find out what happened to the missing submarines and get your hands on the microfilm being sold illegally on the market. it was a fairly straightforward task, and you were certain that you would be able to complete it in no time—that is until you crossed paths with the infamous Agent 007 himself.

PAIRING: 007!Sangyeon x agent f!reader

GENRE: james bond / 007 au, spy, crime, angst, suggestive

WARNINGS: nc-17, its a james bond / 007 au so...expect it to be action-packed, mentions of blood, murder, mentions of gadgets and weaponry (guns, missiles, snipers), petnames (honey, sweetheart, princess), violence, Sangyeon is so goddamn flirty here i had a hard time writing this folks (expect loads of teasing and flirting from him 😃), kissing, making out

WORD COUNT: 9,276

A/N: here is my submission for the 007 files collab!! i've chosen the film the spy who loved me & obviously sangyeon (which later on i realised that i should not have wrote this film for him bcs i was going through a crisis...yall would know why as you read this 🫠) i tried my best...wished i could've executed it better but its done and dusted!! shoutout to @momhwa-agenda for always, ALWAYS, beta reading my works for me & that she's always there for me throughout the entire process 🥹🫶🏻💗

You weren’t too sure how you even managed to get yourself into the mess you were in.

Your mission was as clear as day: find out what happened to the missing submarines that had been stolen from the British and Russian army and to get your hands on the microfilm which contained illicit submarine tracking systems that were being offered for sale on the black market.

It all started out fairly smoothly—leave Russia at 5 in the morning to catch the earliest flight possible to Cairo and meet up with a man named Max Kalba, who apparently has his hands on the microfilm itself. By evening, you had safely arrived at the club after tracking his movements while scouring the bar. Sure enough, you eventually find him sitting at the corner of one of the rooms, enjoying the performance that unfolded right before his eyes.

After a few attempts to talk your way out with the club workers, you finally made your way towards the infamous man himself. You sat beside him and tried your best to coax him into handing over the microfilm.

That was until you heard a thud coming right next to you. The individual took a seat down with his glass of whiskey in hand, spinning his alcoholic beverage. At the same time, he attempted to cut right into the conversation you were having with Mr Kalba.

“Why, good evening, Mr Kalba. I’ve been eager to reach out to you-” he paused momentarily before moving his free hand to pick yours that was laid on the hems of your dress, leaving a gentle kiss on your hand. “It’s also my pleasure to meet such a beautiful young lady like you,” he winked.

The male was dressed in a full tuxedo, the suit tugging on his skin a little tight, which obviously shows that he has been hitting off the gym for quite some time. His brunette hair was parted to the sides, his shiny forehead out and shining brightly. He also paired his look with a pair of glasses, and you could’ve sworn that he probably wore a little lip tint, given the fact that his lips were a little too bright red than the usual men you have come across.

You were used to men swooning over you or using all sorts of methods to impress you because, respectfully, you weren’t labelled as one of the wisest yet most beautiful KGB agents in history. It was also part of your tactic to get them to fall for you first before you eventually turned the tables and used them to your advantage.

However, something in this person’s eyes seemed a lot different than the men you have encountered in the past. Something tells you that this man isn’t someone to be taken lightly off, as he looks back up to you with this malicious intent.

It was as if he was trying to tell you to challenge him.

What was he then? Was he after the microfilm just like you were?

After a few minutes of the male trying his best to break the ice between Mr Kalba, this whole facade that he has been working hard on finally comes to a halt as he leans over, intertwining his fingers, and stares intently at you.

“I would like to purchase the microfilm.”

As far as you knew, only the KGB agents were aware of the missing submarines and the microfilm being sold on the black market. You were certain that the general had made it clear to you that none of the other agencies or associations were aware of this matter, and it was strictly up to the KGB agents to deal with the case privately.

So who was he? Why did he know about your supposed mission?

The adrenaline came rushing all over you, and you needed to do something and act fast before the microfilm fell into the wrong hands.

“I would like to bid for a higher price, Mr Kalba,” you announced, leaning in close to the infamous man to give him a little whiff of your perfume, hoping he would fall for you. Sure enough, the man couldn’t resist the scent or your outfit before responding to the other male waiting patiently at the side.

“I’m sorry, gentleman. You heard the woman, and clearly, you’re at a disadvantage right here, don’t you think?”

“Well then, I suppose I just have to bid higher than the stunning woman herself, no?” he said confidently.

Mr Kalba was certainly intrigued and was ready to hear the male’s proposal before he got interrupted by one of his servants, ushering him out to another room to pick up an urgent call. Once he was out of the room, the male suddenly moved closer towards you, to the point that his shoulders were touching yours, leaving little to no space between you both.

“Who are you exactly?” you bluntly spat out, not giving him the opportunity to start the conversation, at least like normal strangers would.

“Aww sweetheart, that’s some very bold language you’ve got there coming straight out of your mouth. You don’t trust me at all, huh?” He leaned in closer till you felt his hot breath on your bare skin.

“You’re a spy; which agency are you working for?”

“That’s too blunt.”

“I’ve got no time to waste,” you replied.

Before the male could even give you a proper response, something made him turn his head immediately towards the other room. He stared at the locked door for a good couple of seconds. He immediately examined the room, not caring about your presence, causing you to trail him from behind.

Once he did manage to pick the lock, the both of you were met by the lifeless body of Mr Kalba, lying in a pool of his blood. The male immediately bent down to examine the body up close, shaking his head when he did not feel a pulse on his wrist. Before he was ready to leave the body, he noticed the marks that were left on the side of his neck, causing his eyes to widen at the sight of it before he began marching down the hallway.

You wouldn’t get your potential witness or suspect off that easily, so you decided to jump onto the vehicle he had stolen from outside the party—a food truck.

As you easily opened the passenger door and slipped right into the vehicle, the male glanced at you before diverting his attention back to the road and driving off into the darkness.

It seemed as if the male could tell that you had so many questions to dump on him, but he beat you to it before you could even open your mouth.

“Major Y/N is working for the KGB. An agent who has never failed a single mission and is always on the hunt for the most notorious criminals across the globe. A seductress, seducing men has always been your primary method to manipulate people and get them to cooperate with you-”

“Okay, you made your point,” you cut him off. “Now, tell me what made you decide that driving into the darkness in the desert is the most plausible reason, given the situation that we’re in now.”

“Honey, you’re a high-ranking agent from the KGB; I’m sure you have noticed the bite marks on the late Mr Kalba’s neck,” he replied nonchalantly.

Bite marks? You were confused. You definitely saw that the source of the blood was oozing out from his neck, but you never did witness bite marks upon the wound with your naked eyes. Could it be that you missed a crucial detail? And how was the man able to catch onto something you couldn’t?

Your stunned behaviour and look gave the male more than enough reason to believe that you couldn’t examine the body up close, so he did you a favour by telling you all about his thoughts and predictions.

“Those bite marks belong to a notorious criminal that you and I have been trying so hard to catch over the past few months, and I’m sure that will certainly ring a bell now.”

Sure enough, it did, and there was only one person you knew of who also committed crimes with the same modus operandi.

“Jaws.”

“That’s right, honey. Let’s go meet our man of the night, shall we?”

After hours of driving through the desert, both of you arrived at a seemingly deserted site filled with tons of broken-down monuments and statues.

There was absolutely no reason for anyone to come here at all, so you knew from the back of your mind that this would be the perfect hunting ground for Jaws as there was also barely any signal out here, making it nearly impossible to contact the headquarters if something tragic were to happen.

As the two of you stepped out of the vehicle, the male immediately took one of his free arms to keep you in place behind him. His other hand was busy reloading a Walther PPK 7.65mm to ensure that he was armed and ready should Jaws ever strike back. You decided it was best to follow in his footsteps while trying to be his other pair of eyes to scour the place.

The place felt eerily silent, almost way too silent. It was an abandoned site, and no one would be in the right mindset to come to a place like this. But the fact that both of you were on the hunt for a wanted criminal paints the situation differently.

Just when the both of you have reached the other end of the site, your sixth sense immediately tells you that something is going to happen within the next few seconds, and that is when you look up to see a brick falling right on top of the both of you. You immediately push both of you out of the way with your quick reflexes before a looming shadow falls upon the male himself.

It was Jaws.

The criminal was already armed with a broken wooden board in hand and began swinging violently at the male to hurt him. The unnamed spy was trying his best to dodge by landing a few punches onto the criminal, which was clearly deemed ineffective, given that Jaws was known for their brute strength and solid defence. Unlucky for the male, he actually took out quite a few hits from the wooden board—you were surprised that he was still standing strong despite having a few cut marks on his bare skin.

You quickly backed away and hid in a corner, trying to take out your revolver where you hid on the holster that was wrapped around your thigh and reloading it with bullets. You have encountered the criminal a couple of times in the past; you knew that normal bullets would do little to no damage to that man; his body was as solid as steel.

Instead, you looked around to see if there was something you could aim at to ensure that the criminal could be stopped momentarily while trying to save the agent who was fighting for his life. A minute passed when you finally landed your eyes upon a rope close to breaking off several metres high from the brawl between Jaws and the agent. There are a few stacks of abandoned materials that would knock them out for a while if they were to fall upon someone.

Quickly running in closer without being detected, you aimed your gun at the rope before mentally counting down for a few seconds before firing the shot. The shot was loud enough to make both males divert their attention towards you, and thankfully, the agent was able to catch on with your doing before he quickly ran towards you and grabbed your wrist to take you away from the site as the wooden boards and abandoned materials came crumbling down directly onto Jaws.

Rushing right back to the vehicle, you offered to drive as you deemed the male himself to be unfit for the driver’s seat (given the injuries he had sustained). As you peered through the rearview mirror, you could tell that Jaws was slowly making his way out from the crumble and would start charging towards you. Not wanting to allow him to do so, you stepped onto the accelerator and quickly sped away from there, not caring if you were going beyond the given limit.

After minutes of driving at full speed, you finally slowed down when you decided you had lost him far enough. Now, you can drive at your own pace while taking in everything that has happened throughout the night until that voice cuts you off from your train of thought.

“Geez, can you female agents not drive at an average speed? Where’s your sympathy for us sitting on the passenger seat?” He sulked.

“I think you owe me a “thank you” instead for what I did back there,” you replied bluntly.

The male could only respond with a smile before he took his hands off the handle and leaned back into his seat. “Actually, I think you might want to thank me instead.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he pulled out a little black USB containing the sole mission you were tasked with for the night.

The microfilm.

But now, it was in the wrong hands, and you needed to negotiate with the agent to find out how he knew precisely about this and who he was working for.

Composing yourself, you took a deep breath before politely asking the male, “What do I have to do to get my hands on the microfilm?”

“Huh, look at you, ready to pounce on me already? Did they not tell you to behave as an agent-”

“Cut off the wild thoughts. I’m only here from the microfilm, and that’s it.”

That was when the male began twirling the USB device on his fingers, giving you a little Yes-I’m-currently-thinking look, trying to rationalise with himself on what to do with you. “How about a glass of red wine while we gaze at the sunrise next morning?”

“What are you, a romanticist?” You growled back, feeling a little annoyed with the answer that he gave.

“Of course, darling. It’s one of the many reasons I always succeed at my job.”

“Clearly, those young ladies need to check their eyesight at the doctors.”

“Now, now…” he pouts before almost laying his hands to rest on your thigh but retracting when he saw that you were giving him the death stare as if you were about to ditch him out here right in the middle of nowhere if he ever had the guts to do so. “Hmph, you’re no fun.”

“What exactly do you want, Mr Agent.”

As you said those words, his flirtatious image began dying down, and he looked at you as if he were being drop-dead serious. You intrigued him, and he was now resting and leaning his arm on the winded-down car windows while he stared right into your soul.

“You’re not bad, Major Y/N. You definitely live up to all the expectations people label you as.”

So, he knew about your identity.

Instantly, you stepped on the break vigorously before pointing your loaded gun right into his face, forcing him to spit out whatever else he was hiding before anything else.

“Time is up. I’ve been patient enough to deal with your nonsense, but I’m done playing pretend. So you better tell me who exactly you are before I pull this damn trigger,” you threatened.

As he looked up and down from the gun to your face, he gently placed two of his fingers right on top of your gun before pushing it down gently so that he could lean in closer so that he was merely inches away from you now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Major Y/N. The name is Agent 007, better known as Bond. James Bond. You will be coming with me instead, my princess.”

You couldn’t believe it when the general informed you that the Soviet agency would collaborate with British Intelligence. Right after that confrontation in the desert, Agent 007 took over the wheel and drove you both to a secluded area near an oasis, where he informed you that both generals from your respective agencies were already expecting your arrival.

As soon as you both met your superiors, Agent 007 wasted no time briefing the team about what he had found on the microfilm itself (apparently, he could examine it while you were speeding off from Jaws). Unfortunately, the crucial evidence from the film has been removed, and there isn’t much to go on with it.

That was until the infamous agent discovered a faded-off crest at the far end of the film. With Q’s help (the quartermaster of the M16), they could track down the source, which belonged to the famous scientist Karl Stromberg. However, his lab was located in Sardinia, which required a train and a boat ride to reach the island.

Luckily for you, you were pretty familiar with the place itself since you have spent much of your time there hunting down wanted criminals for the past decade, so you practically knew your way around the entire island.

However, it was also unlucky for you that both agencies decided that two brilliant minds like you two would prove to be worthy and crucial for the mission to succeed, causing them to make a pact, and they agreed that both agents would work together to fulfill the mission.

So here you are now, sitting in Agent 007’s car as he drives the both of you up to the highest mansion in Sardinia, making your way towards Mr Stromberg’s lab while posing as Agent 007’s wife.

Yes. Wife.

That idea irked you so much at the beginning, knowing that both of your first encounters with one another weren’t the best, and you certainly did not return the favour of him trying his best to woo and flirt with you. But you knew that taking on multiple identities was part of your job, and so was keeping your personal feelings and emotions out of the way while you were on duty.

With that, you decided to casually guide Agent 007 around the city, securely infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab, obtain the necessary information, and quickly leave the islands to return to headquarters.

It shouldn’t be that hard.

Right?

“Say, princess, tell me a little more about yourself.” Agent 007 broke the silence between you two, desperately trying his best to break down the solid wall of ice between you both since that first encounter in Cairo.

Yet, you had no interest in returning the favour and tried your best to turn him down. “I would suggest you drive safely instead. The rocky roads up to Mr Stromberg’s lab are pretty nasty if you’re not careful.”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about me. I’ve driven pretty much every single vehicle or transport out there. I could take you up in my very own helicopter for a little ride after this whole mission is complete.”

“Don’t bother. I will cut ties with you after we secure the microfilm.”

“Shame. I thought we were getting closer now that we’re partners.”

As soon as you heard the word “partners,” you couldn’t help but feel a sudden wave of anger rise upon you. You began raising your voice to respond to the male while swiftly turning your entire body towards his direction as well.

“You’re insane for thinking that we could ever be partners. Clearly, you don’t prove yourself to be worthy as Agent Seryozha-”

That was when you instantly slapped a hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to calm yourself down as you readjusted your sitting position. You have no idea why on earth this man irks you so much, to the point that you’ve messed up and even brought your lover—well, ex-lover—into the picture.

Agent Seryozha unfortunately passed when he was on a mission in Austria, and a week later, the missing submarines happened, and you were sent off to Cairo. Hence, you barely had time to grieve over your actual partner in crime before you had to convince yourself and everyone else that you’re nowhere near as affected by the sudden news.

But your now bright red face proved otherwise, and Agent 007 was able to catch on pretty quickly to what happened, and he immediately handed you a napkin from his side pocket while his other hand was still on the wheel.

“W-What?” You sniffled.

“Take it, honey. Wipe off the teardrop dripping down your face. It doesn’t look good on you.”

That was when you realised you were crying, and you quickly snatched the napkin away from his hands before drying your eyes. Things went quiet for a while, but he decided that you probably needed some comfort after all that had happened over the past several weeks.

Without saying a word, he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, holding them tight while giving you a little squeeze to let you know that everything would be alright and you were more than welcome to let out those tears if need be. At this point, you desperately needed this for so long, someone who wouldn’t judge you, and that time could slow down for a little bit. With that, you shut your eyes tightly while letting the remaining tears fall straight down onto your hand as well as his, all while you tightened the grip of your hands with his, too.

After a good minute or two, when you finally could calm down, you mustered up all of the courage left within you to give him a simple answer: “T-Thank you…”

“Call me Sangyeon instead; we’ve now made a pact that we’re partners in crime on our new mission together.”

Thankfully, both of you could easily infiltrate Mr Stromberg’s lab without being detected. Once you got out of the car, you immediately showcased your professionalism by taking on the role of Sangyeon’s wife and linking your arms around his. He introduced himself as Lee Sangyeon, a scientist who was also into marine biology like Mr Stromberg. He was eager to share his recent discoveries with the infamous man himself.

Mr Stromberg strictly requested that only a few people enter his lab one at a time, so you had no choice but to stay in the common area with his assistant while your “husband” went off to attend some business.

Before he left, he quickly turned his attention to you and pecked you on the cheeks, which caused them to heat up fairly quickly. Then he smiled and gave you a little wink.

“I’ll be back real soon, honey.”

As Sangyeon and Mr Stromberg entered the elevators and brought them down to his official lab, you sat on the couch and quickly placed your palm on your cheeks to feel the heat. Unfortunately, your actions did not go unnoticed; his assistant remarked on them, making you feel ten times worse.

“Seems like you both are a newlywed couple, huh?” She smirked.

“W-What! No! I-I mean…what makes you say that?” You tried your best to keep your composure.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s how you both look at one another, especially your husband, as he came back to peck you on your cheeks. And look at you now, trying your best to reduce the redness and heat that’s rapidly rising,” she commented while moving her fist to cover her mouth as she giggled.

As much as you hated how she taunted you, you couldn’t deny every detail she had just pointed out in her speech. It was true, and you hated how Sangyeon was making you feel things and that you weren’t keeping your cool as usual.

You have made out with many men before this because of your mission, so a little peck on the cheeks would prove to be little to no concern for you. But it was different this time. It was the James Bond, his real name being Lee Sangyeon, who was actually making you feel this way, and you’re not sure what exactly your viewpoint on the man himself is anymore.

Not wanting to create more of a scene, you quietly looked down the entire time while playing with the hems of your dress, trying to calm yourself down and not having other unnecessary thoughts. Mentally, all you wanted was for Sangyeon to get the microfilm and get out of there quickly.

Perhaps this is something you have to discuss with Sangyeon about? You certainly can’t be going on like this forever; it would definitely be best if you both came clean and-

Wait. No. Absolutely not.

There’s no way the KGB's Major Y/N would be vulnerable to small matters like this. You have fought armies, destroyed nuclear weapons, and guided the Soviet army into war; there’s no way a little flirting or romance could crumble you like this.

Because that would be humiliating for you.

After what seemed like hours of waiting, Sangyeon finally returned. He immediately approached you, causing you to get up frantically from the couch before clearing your throat to get back into your supposed role.

“H-How was the discussion with Mr Stromberg, my love?”

“Oh, I assure you, honey, that everything went very well, and it’s time for us to move now.”

With that, you linked your arms with his before you bid farewell to the assistant as she showed the way out. Instantly, you both got into the vehicle and drove off from the lab, heading straight to the docks.

Again, it seems as if Sangyeon hasn’t had enough of the breaking-the-ice talks with you. He decided to keep the ball rolling and would constantly come up with something to discuss when all you wanted was peace and quiet.

Especially after what happened back at the lab.

“Honey, you’re still blushing,” he teased.

“Cut the crap, Sangyeon. We’re no longer in our role-plays.”

“Aww, and I thought we were both finally partners now? What’s with the foul mood once again?”

“Shut up and drive, I swear,” you huffed.

“Or else?”

“I will actually throw you right into the ocean right now.”

“Feisty. I love it.”

Oh, hell no, you were definitely frustrated, alright.

Just before you could make your following remark, a bullet instantly grazes through the vehicle, causing you both to turn your heads behind to see that you were now being chased by several vehicles, all of whom were part of Mr Stromberg’s bodyguards.

“Guess the infamous man himself isn’t so dull, after all,” Sangyeon commented before speeding up the vehicle. As he was about to reach for his revolver, which was hidden on the side of his seat, you immediately stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“Don’t bother, just continue driving up ahead. I’ll keep them busy.”

With that, you instantly took out the gun that was hidden inside your purse and reloaded the weapon within seconds before you peered your head out from the windows and began shooting at the bodyguards.

It was fairly easy for you, being KGB’s best sniper, as you were able to hit all of the vital spots of the vehicles, causing each of them to lose control before either crashing right into the slope of the hill or into the ocean. However, it seemed as if the vehicles kept coming, for you were not coming any closer to knocking them out for good.

“It seems like Stromberg has way too many henchmen on patrol,” you commented before resuming your work.

At this point, Sangyeon has already driven you nearly half the distance to the docks, and you were coming far from eliminating all of them. Suddenly, things were about to get from bad to worse when a big truck came crashing into you, trying its best to damage your vehicle in hopes of attempting that the both of you would surrender. That was when the driver peered their head out from the windows and immediately aimed his gun towards you.

Jaws.

Sangyeon clearly saw what had unfolded, and he quickly swerved the vehicle to the left in hopes that the criminal would miss the shot (which he did) before pressing onto the accelerator once more to head as fast as he could to the docks. At the same time, the sound of a helicopter's thrum came flying in, and you both peered your heads up to see that it was the same assistant from before driving it.

“Agent 007 and Major L/N, I would highly advise you to hand over the microfilm and surrender quietly right now,” the assistant announced out loud through the radios before aiming her gun towards you both.

You both were stuck in a tight-knit situation: a car chase from Jaws and his men while Stromberg’s assistant was above the high ground. Now, there was nowhere to hide or run.

Or so you thought. 

“Say, Y/N. Can you swim?” Sangyeon asked swiftly.

“W-What? What are you saying-”

Before you could respond, Sangyeon quickly pressed one of the many buttons on his steering wheel, causing his vehicle to launch a missile from the back towards Jaws and his men. The missile instantly hit the cars, and they all blew up within seconds before Sangyeon drove the vehicle straight into the ocean.

Once the vehicle came into contact with water, it seemingly transformed itself into a mini-like submarine, making it easy to navigate and drive through underneath the water.

“Well, it also seems that we should eliminate our unwanted guests, no?” Sangyeon questioned before pressing another button. He launched a missile that shot straight up out from the waters and right towards the helicopter, making it explode almost immediately.

Now that all enemies were gone, Sangyeon rolled his shoulders to relax the tension that he had gotten throughout the car chase before driving smoothly through the waters.

Throughout your time as an agent, you have witnessed and experienced crazy things, but nothing came close to what you had just seen with your very own eyes.

Grabbing onto the handle upon your seat, you turned to Sangyeon and let out a little huff before shaking your head. “You’re insane.”

“I know, sweetheart. That’s why people adore me.”

It has been about an hour since the both of you got back to your accommodations, and you were now just writing in your journal as a time to wind down for a little bit. Both you and Sangyeon had a little chat about the findings he had gotten through the microfilm, and talking to Mr Stromberg himself was that he had a hidden supertanker in the ocean called The Liparus and an underwater base named Atlantis. In order to proceed, both of you needed to wait for your next orders from both generals specifically to arrange a much more suitable transport and disguise to head over to the locations.

So here you were, relaxing with your journal while Sangyeon was busy taking a nice hot bath after all the chase from Stromberg’s henchmen hours ago. When you heard the water supply being turned off, the male stepped out of his bathrobe and took a towel to dry his hair as he approached you.

Once again, your cheek began burning red as you took in the sight before you—his hair dripping wet, his bare face as he just got out of the shower, and the slightly exposed chest from the bathrobe.

It’s illegal to look this good, Lee Sangyeon.

“Like what you see, princess?”

With that, you immediately snapped back into reality, clearly your throat, before ducking your head back to your journal. “In your face, you idiot.”

Just when you thought that returning to your journal would help you escape his torments and flirty comments, you suddenly felt the need to lift your head to see what was happening. You felt that someone had been eyeing you up close for a while now.

Turns out your instinct was true, and you could’ve sworn that you were about to explode anytime now due to the immense heat rising rapidly up to your head as Sangyeon had positioned himself entirely on top of you, both of his legs on either side of yours as he leans his head forward, making you lay back down on the couch.

“W-What on earth do you think you’re doing!” You screamed, covering your face with your journal before the man himself removed it.

“You have been acting strangely since this morning, Y/N. Care to share with me why exactly that is?”

“I-It’s none of your business!”

“Unfortunately, now that we’re no longer strangers but partners, I deserve to know every single detail about what’s going on in that little mind of yours,” he retorted while lifting his fingers to rub your nose, making your stomach feel even worse. “Tell me, princess. Pinky promise that we won’t keep any secrets from each other, no?”

“Jokes on you, we’re spies. We’ll always live a double life. You’ll never get to know about my secrets, ever.”

“Hmm, maybe I can make that happen.”

In the blink of an eye, he immediately leans down to kiss your lips directly, slowly increasing the pressure as he lowers his body to yours. You were too stunned to react and could only open your eyes to see the whole thing unfold before you. Within seconds, he pulled away before rubbing his thumb across his lips, savouring your taste on his.

“Hmm, mango lip balm huh? That’s my favourite kind of flavour,” he smirked.

Goddamn you, Lee Sangyeon.

“I swear you’re so-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a knock was heard from the front door, and Sangyeon immediately got up from you and headed towards the source of the sound. He then unlocked the door to see that a messenger had arrived to pass him a note.

As you squint your eyes to examine the letter from afar, you clearly see the stamp on it, and you know that it is time to cut off all of this nonsense and get back to work as soon as possible.

Sangyeon immediately returns to the living space and opens up to read the letter in his hands. Thanks to Q’s examination, it seemed that The Liparus and Atlantis were keeping something far more threatening, and it was up to you two to head there as quickly as you could before it was too late. The two of you were to board a US submarine that would be passing back to Sardinia early the next morning, with the general already informing the crew abroad about your presence.

“Alright, that seems plausible,” Sangyeon replied before burning the letter into the fireplace (it was what spies usually do after receiving a message about the next mission or crucial evidence anyway).

As you took on the next mission, you stood up before heading back towards your room to pack up for the trip before Sangyeon stopped you in your tracks by posing a question.

“That nightgown sure does look pretty on you.”

You figured you were done trying to escape his comments, so you took a deep breath and tried your best to respond properly. “Yeah, I got it in Austria a few weeks prior. It’s such a beautiful place.”

“Indeed. I miss travelling there; I’ll have to head back there soon.”

“Oh? So you have been to Austria? When was your last trip?” You asked.

“Two weeks ago.”

Just then, that comment suddenly rang a bell in your head. Sangyeon was there two weeks ago, just like you did, but both knew very little about the other. But what if…there was a possibility that he knew about your ex-lover? You were all spies; surely you must’ve known about one another, even in an auditory manner.

Instantly, you marched towards Sangyeon, pulling up a picture of your ex-lover and shovelling it into his face. You desperately wanted to find answers and a conclusion to the case. “Do you recognise this man?”

It took Sangyeon a while to look at him before he stepped away and started pacing around the room. “No, what makes you say that?”

“He was Agent Seryozha, my lover,” you bluntly replied.

After a few moments of what seemed like Sangyeon trying to find the right words to respond to your comment, he placed both hands on his hips and slowly walked towards you.

“Hear this out, Y/N. If you’re out trying to enjoy your little break and someone comes up behind you in an attempt to murder you, you don’t always have the time to remember who the individual may look like. In other words, agents like us must always be prepared to give up our lives in the line of duty. If I knew that, then so did he.”

With one final step in front of you, he stares down at your face before he humbly whispers to you with a “Yes, I did kill him”.

Your facial expression immediately sank and tightened. Both hands balled up into fists, resisting the urge to lose your cool for the millionth time before him. Instead, you calmly tip-toed up to bring his neck down with your hands as you leaned into his ear.

“Well then, thanks for finally putting a closure to this case. So when this mission is finally over, I will kill you with my own bare hands.”

Once you had made your point, you immediately shoved him away and stomped towards your room, slamming the door shut loudly before leaning against it. Taking a deep breath, you just wished this nightmare would end soon.

Just when things finally looked good for us, Sangyeon.

You knew from the back of your mind that kiss meant something, or at least you thought it was. Sure, he was a womaniser, but the Sangyeon you knew wouldn’t go around kissing random women like that. As much as you wanted to ask him about it, you had your ego and pride to keep, not wanting to show that he was winning the little game that he was playing. Hence, you kept your mouth shut and spared little to no glance at the man since the day before, even as you were slowly let down into the submarine sent by both of the generals for you to board to head to Stromberg’s The Liparus to find out what exactly he was hiding truly.

The commander was surprised to see a woman like you on board, but Sangyeon jumped into your defence, and you were immediately let loose, given that they were now aware you were the Major L/N of KGB. After some time of meticulous planning of how everyone would proceed, the alarm started going off immediately, sending everyone on the submarine into a frenzy.

It wasn’t long before you and Sangyeon realised that the tanker had captured the submarine, the vehicle slowly rising from the waters to the docks. Immediately, Sangyeon nudged your shoulders and quietly said that the missing submarines had been found, each hanging up on both sides of the docks.

Now, you have plenty of evidence that Stromberg was the man behind the disappearance of the submarines and the illegal distribution of microfilms.

But the question of why Stromberg did it still remains a mystery.

Why?

“All crew members of the USS Wayne, surrender yourselves immediately with your hands behind your back right this second,” one of the commanders announced out loud from the speakers.

This was when you knew it was time to put your feelings aside and that working with Sangyeon for now was best. You both needed to devise a plan to release the two submarines and save the crew simultaneously. Time was ticking as you were now being escorted out of the submarine to the docks, but Sangyeon managed to take off his cap and place it right on your head, pushing it down to ensure it was intact.

“Stay close to me; I’ll keep you safe from Stromberg’s men.”

You didn’t give him a proper response but managed to walk right in front of him as you exited the submarine, lining up with the crew as Stromberg’s men carefully examined every single one of you. They pulled out batons and immediately started landing a few blows directly onto the crew members as if to torture and humiliate them.

Your blood was boiling, and you couldn’t wait to take these men down with your bare hands. You have done it countless times, taking out an entire army alone; it was easy for you. However, Sangyeon notices that you are about to jump right onto the men and perform a takedown; he snakes his hand to intertwine with yours from behind, putting a slight pressure to tell you this wouldn’t be a good idea for now.

The only thing was: were you going to take up his advice?

As one of the men stood before you, he looked suspiciously at you, examining you from top to bottom before commenting on your body: “You look far too slim and weak to be in the navy, youngster.” Just then, he took his baton to lift your cap, causing all of your long, brown, wavy hair to fall straight down to your shoulders, and his eyes widened upon the sight.

Within seconds, you quickly landed a strong punch into his abdomen before running to do the same to the other men, instantly knocking them out cold. All of the other henchmen on duty on higher grounds quickly started aiming their snipers towards you, shooting recklessly in hopes of one of the bullets hitting you eventually. Little did they know that you are the best sniper in KGB, so obviously, reading and sensing where the bullets were coming from was a breeze in the park.

When you have taken down all of the men at the docks, a shadowy figure emerges upon you, yanking both your arms behind your back, leaving you no room for escape. Suddenly, you felt that familiar breath hit the back of your neck, and you slowly turned behind to look at the familiar figure.

“Jaws.”

“My my! What a sight that was!” Another shadow emerges on the top of the deck, accompanied by a hand-clapping sound that the individual was producing. It was the infamous man himself. “I’ve always wanted to see the infamous Major L/N in action with my own eyes.”

This can’t be good.

“Now, it’s very brave of a woman like you to board my tanker, but I think you’ll be far more useful if you quietly come with me. I could definitely use some help in my office.” He steps in front of you and takes a strand of your hair before he starts twirling it around his finger. As much as you want to retaliate and land a blow into his face to break his jaw, you are stuck and unable to move even in the slightest.

Jaws indeed was an exceptional human being.

“Hate to be the party pooper, but I’m sure I could be of better use to you than she will be, Mr Stromberg,” Sangyeon cuts in as he slowly makes his way towards you both, aiming his revolver right at the mastermind himself.

Mentally, you were sending him death stares, thinking that he was out of his mind to aim his gun at Stromberg when dozens of snipers were already aiming right at him from above. Instead of putting up another joke to ease the situation (which he usually did to tease you), he glared right into your eyes, signalling a code only high-ranking agents like you could understand from the get-go.

Don’t miss my signal, and do it right away.

With a gulp, you carefully examined his body movements and speech, studying his demeanour to explore the opening that would let you know that you could finally retaliate and defeat the criminals themselves.

“Ah, Mr Bond. Your disguise as Dr. Lee the other day certainly did not go unnoticed. I assure you that my men are far more ready to deal with whatever tricks you are about to pull,” Stromberg responded confidently.

“Now, that makes me so happy to hear you have been expecting my arrival. But I must first and foremost deeply apologise, for I probably would not be meeting your expectations.”

That sent a confused look in Stromberg’s eyes, and it was then Sangyeon pointed his gun up and fired a shot, causing the entire electricity to go off in the tanker, making all of the henchmen panic and lose their cool.

Now that it was dark, you had a bigger advantage of taking down the criminals, starting with Jaws. You lifted your legs to land a solid kick up on his thighs, causing him to yelp in pain as he released you from his grip. You quickly climbed up to Jaws and gave him a headlock, knocking him out temporarily so that you had time to deal with the other henchmen for now.

Before you could even make your way up, you noticed Sangyeon’s absence and began hearing multiple men grunting on the upper docks. This gave you more than enough hints that your partner was up there dealing with the mess.

Instead, you decided to follow and hunt down Stromberg, following his faint shadows as he disappeared into the bottom deck. Many obstacles were in the way, such as laser fields and sleeping gas. Still, thanks to your flexibility and agility, you avoided each one, narrowing the distance between you and the mastermind.

Eventually, you reached the control room, where the man stood before the panel, his hands inches away from pushing down on a huge red button.

Aiming the gun right at him, you weren’t going to waste any more time and let him run loose again, and you were finally going to get him to spill all of the motives and deeds he had done up till this point.

“You want to know why I stole the two submarines in the first place, sweetheart? I am going to use the missiles in both submarines to destroy Moscow and New York City and create a whole new underwater world where people could reside.”

“You’re just going to trigger a global nuclear war.”

“And what about it? As long as I have the Atlantis, it’ll all be possible!” He screamed, inches away from pushing the button down any second now. “So say your last prayers to these beloved cities, and join us to start a new civilisation underwater!”

No, you don’t.

Without a thought to spare, you instantly aimed and pulled the trigger at his wrist, the bullet penetrating right through the skin and causing him to pull back as he yelped in pain. You weren’t going to let him live just like that, and you were more than ready to throw the man right into the cold, rising ocean water that was now slowly filling up the tanker.

Right when you were just about to do the deed, someone grabbed your wrist and held you back. It was Sangyeon. “Women like you shouldn’t get your hands dirty; let me do the honours.” With one swift push, he was immediately thrown into the waters, trying to survive the best that he could until the water completely engulfed him.

Sangyeon then turned his head back and walked straight to the panel, typing in a few things that you could barely make out yourself. This made you squint your eyes and try your best to read his fingers on the letters he was typing.

“Don’t do that; it doesn’t look pretty on your face.”

“Mind your own business; what exactly are you doing now?”

“Honey, I’m trying my best to contact the respective submarines to pull back and not fire the missiles, but it turns out that it’s not really plausible since the missiles are already loaded and ready to go.”

“So, what do you plan to do now?”

“Well, there’s only one option left. And that is to make both submarines destroy one another.”

Destroy one another? You have got to be joking. Your mission was to find out the locations of both missing submarines to ensure your respective agencies were safe and sound. So why destroy them now?

“Because that’s the only way to prevent a war from happening, sweetheart. It’s now or never,” Sangyeon made his point loud and clear, and he would not take no as an option. Reluctantly, you finally accepted his decision and gave him a nod, allowing him to proceed with what he was doing.

That was until Jaws interrupted you both once again, this time holding a broken piece of cement from the flood on the upper floors. He quickly aimed and hit you with it, but you dodged it swiftly. It seemed like he wouldn’t go down without a fight, and you certainly couldn’t let him distract Sangyeon while he was trying his best to send coordinates to both submarine commanders.

Then, you noticed an opening where a wired fence had broken apart, leaving a hole that someone could easily fall into if they weren’t careful. Then you decided to take the chance, moving slowly towards that spot while still dodging Jaws’ attacks.

Slowly but surely, you finally began to see an opening, and you immediately moved out of the way, causing Jaws to run right towards the edge of the opening. He started to lose his balance before finally falling straight into Stromberg’s shark tank, which he kept handy while running his illegal business.

After ensuring that Jaws was busy with the shark in the tank, you quickly ran back to Sangyeon, who was now staring intently at the screen with his arms crossed. With that, you clearly got the message that he had successfully sent the respective coordinates and was now waiting for both submarines to launch the missile against one another instead.

“How much longer?” You asked the male.

“Hmm, I’d say in T minus…10 seconds.”

“W-What? 10 seconds? Then-”

“Yes, sweetheart. It’s time to get the hell out of here.”

Immediately, Sangyeon quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you away. He returned to the docks and found the nearest exit before jumping straight into the escape pod. Sangyeon wasted no time navigating and getting the thing to work as you both quickly got the hell out of the tanker that was about to sink.

Apparently, he could also free the other crew members beforehand while you were busy chasing down Stromberg and had them returned to their submarine. With his signal, the commander on board was to shoot down both The Liparus and Atlantis. In order to do that, both of you needed to get far away enough to make it happen.

After navigating through the open waters for about ten minutes, Sangyeon sent the commander a set of coordinates via the mini-control panel on the side of the escape pod. Two missiles were then launched immediately, shooting down both Stromberg’s hideouts.

It all happened so quickly. Now that both submarines were destroyed, and so was Stromberg’s valued tanker and hideout, the mission was finally accomplished.

Or was it?

Instantly, you pulled out a revolver from your holster and pushed it right towards Sangyeon’s skull. You have always kept true to your promise, after all.

“What is this all about, princess?”

“Like I’ve said before. Once the mission is over, and so will we, I will kill you for what you have done to my past lover.”

Sangyeon immediately shut his eyes and took a deep breath. “Sweetheart, you clearly said that it was your past lover. Would killing me do any good or bring him back to life?”

You hated how much his words stung your heart. You were too blinded by rage and revenge to determine right and wrong. Since the beginning, Sangyeon has always been there and kept you safe while completing the mission. Sure, he was a womaniser and could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he always kept his word, no matter what he did.

If it wasn’t for him, you weren’t sure you could complete this whole mission alone. Yet, you couldn’t bring it out from your mouth to actually acknowledge his presence in your life and how he was somehow able to give you a sense of comfort throughout the past couple of weeks as you mourned over the death of your ex-partner.

Your grip on the revolver loosened, and Sangyeon made a move to grab hold of your wrist and slowly pull it down. It was evident by now that your tears began flowing again, and he reached out to brush them off with his thumbs before lifting your chin with his fingers to make you look straight into his eyes.

“You have done so well, Major Y/N. I couldn’t be more proud of you as a partner.”

“P-Partner?” You sniffled.

Instantly, his eyes brightened, and he leaned in close to you. “Unless you would like to proceed further than that?”

Not wanting to lose the fight, you placed both hands behind his neck, pulling him in closer to you so that both lips were now inches apart. “Don’t be stupid.”

You had no idea what made you return the favour this time when you have been actively rejecting his comfort and touch for so long. Perhaps it was because you have finally decided to accept reality and move on with life; you didn’t even know much about yourself. But you needed one thing so badly: to feel his lips on yours again.

You couldn’t enjoy it much during your first time with him (well, it was his fault for teasing you and thinking that it would be a good idea somehow to manipulate your thoughts and emotions in a bathrobe). Still, he also wore a cologne that smelled way too good for him, one that would lure you in if you weren’t careful enough.

His lips, god. Never in a million years would his nasty mouth actually hold such plump and flavourful lips, and he definitely knew his way around kissing a woman. He knew the right pace, movement and pressure to please someone, and he was also wearing a mango-flavoured lip balm, very similar to the one you would often wear yourself.

When you both finally broke apart for some air, Sangyeon gave you a grin, and you returned the favour with a slap on his shoulders, knowing that he was going to say something about you.

“So you finally admitted your feelings for me, princess? It took you long enough to do so,” he teased. 

You knew all along that your feelings for Sangyeon weren’t normal. It definitely did seem like Sangyeon was an escape for you to get over your ex, but eventually, it blossomed into something more, and you fell for his charms. At this point, you knew there was no longer a way to hide your feelings, and it was time to face reality the way it is. 

“You could’ve just told me you wanted me this badly, Y/N,” he continued. 

“I’m still going to kill you someday, Sangyeon. Don’t get all cocky,” you deadpanned.

However, the male wasn’t affected in the slightest, and he leans back down to reconnect your lips with his once more.

“Tempting, and I’ll very much look forward to the day when it happens.”

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[thealogie]

Considering good omens is essentially a Cold War satire we really don not have enough (or any?) Cold War spy AUs in this fandom. The potential for comedy is so endless. They keep trying to defect. Then they keep trying to get each other to defect. Crowley speaks perfect unaccented English but sometimes for fun he does awful little “here in London you watch television. in Soviet Union, television watches you” jokes in a fake Russian accent.

[holdmytesseract]

About Time

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x girlfriend!reader

Summary: You have important news to tell your best friends...

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 573

a/n: Yep, you read that right... girlfriend!reader! 😱 This is just a small drabble, announcing what is hopefully to come in the next few weeks/months... 👀😊

Baby Fever Crew: @lokisgoodgirl @km-ffluv @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @mostclevermiss @aagn360 @acefeather2002 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @chennqingg @lokiforever @anukulee

Peeps, who I think might be interested... @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @smolvenger ☺️

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

You were literally running down the hallway towards the Avengers common living room, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Although, running was perhaps the wrong term. Rather walking fast, with a happy spring in your step. Without hesitation, you stormed inside the large room, in which Natasha, Wanda and Pepper sat on the big sofa, watching a movie on girl's night. The plan was to join them, but your boyfriend kinda crossed that plan…

You were so excited and fast, that you almost crashed into the door frame, but made it to stop yourself mere inches before the impact. "Giiiiirls!" You yelled; announcing your presence. You could see how your friends flinched at the sudden, shrill voice calling them out, before three heads snapped into your direction. Six pairs of eyes staring at you in surprise. "He did it! HE DID IT!" You screamed from the top of your lungs, probably waking everyone who lived in this big building. Natasha's eyes widened, as she caught up immediately to your words. "He did IT?" You nodded quickly and started to jump up and down in sheer endless happiness. "Yes!" A high-pitched squeal left the spy's lips, "О мой Гош! Наконец-то! (Oh my gosh! Finally!)" before she stood up from the sofa and made her way quickly over to you, to pull you into a bone crushing hug.

"I thought he was never going to do it," said Natasha. "Honestly, sweetie, I was moments away from asking him if he lost his balls during the time he spent here on earth." You couldn't help but to laugh at your friend's words. "Right, Nat!? It was about time Loki finally proposed," stated Pepper. "I couldn't agree more." Wanda had the same opinion. "Did he ask you on your date tonight?" You nodded at the Russian beauty. "Yep!" "At the lake?" "At the lake." "Uhhh!" Pepper wiggled her eyebrows. "With a picnic?!" You nodded once more, signalling Tony's wife that she was right. "With a picnic!" "And stargazing?!" Wanda asked, giddily. "Mhm! And stargazing!" "Eeeep!" All of them squealed, clapping their hands, behaving like teenage school girls. But hence, you weren't better.

Pepper and Wanda were still quite a bit confused; didn't catch up as fast as Natasha to what was going on. "What?" Intervened Pepper curiously. "Loki did what???" You let go of Nat and beamed at your other friends.

Lifting your hand, you showed them a silver ring with a green emerald, which sparkled on your ring finger. "He proposed! He PROPOSED!" Realisation dawned on Pepper and Wanda now as well. "Oh.My.Freaking.Gosh!" "You're getting married?!" Wanda exclaimed excitedly. "I.AM.GETTING.MARRIED!" The blonde- and brown-haired women squeaked and cheered happily and stood up in order to run over to you and literally over run you with hugs and congratulations. You giggled with them; drunk on happiness.

"So it was exactly how you dreamed it would be?" Pepper couldn't help but to ask. "Yes. It absolutely was! He conjured the ring from the stars, can you believe that?! It was perfect..." You answered, sighing dreamy. "Wow..." Natasha smiled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Mister Mischief is really following through with this, huh?" "Yeah... He really means it. Loki truly loves me. Just like I love him." "Awww," Pepper cooed, literally having heart eyes by now. Wanda giggled and wrapped her arms around yours and Natasha's waist. "Girls, we have a wedding to prepare." Your two other friends agreed. "Oh, we absolutely do!"

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki

[yelenasdiary]

Easter Puppy

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: It’s Yelena’s first real Easter so you & Fanny make it special for her.

Comfort | Fluff | No Warnings | 0.8K | 

Translations: милый (darling), lyubov' (love), dorogoy (sweetheart),

AC: If you’ve read ‘Tiny Little Surprise’ & ‘A Widow’s Bestfriend’ this is set in at AU and basically a little part 3! I miss them, I hope you enjoy this! 

You couldn't help but smile softly to yourself when you saw Yelena peacefully asleep before you quietly slipped out of bed. It was Easter morning and you'd been waiting for this day ever since Yelena mentioned she hadn't done the whole Easter celebration. Fanny looked up at you as you tip toed towards the bedroom door, quietly hushing her before picking her up. "Come on baby" you whispered as you closed the door ever so quietly. 

Keeping things from a trained spy and assassin was never easy! Especially when the Russian wasn't away on a mission but somehow and you never knew how, you managed. Little did Yelena know that your car had been hiding a bunch of easter eggs for the past 3 days, just waiting for Easter morning where you could give Yelena her first real Easter. Of course, you weren't going to leave Fanny out of the plans, she was dressed in a little bunny costume. 

Fanny followed you around the apartment as you placed the chocolate eggs in different places. Fanny knew better then to eat chocolate; Yelena trained her to know the difference between good she can eat and chocolate that may fall on the floor since Kate accidently dropped a square or two of chocolate on the floor and Fanny ate it before Kate could do anything to stop her. 

You went as far as making it look like 'Easter Bunny' took a nibble out of a few carrots and placing the mess on the countertop. "Come on, Fanny! Time to wake mama" you said as you began to walk back to the bedroom with Fanny following closely behind you. Yelena tossed as you gently placed Fanny on the bed, a groaned and another toss and her eyes began to open. "Well, good morning sleepy head" you smiled as you sat on the edge of the bed.

"Mm, morning" Yelena stretched before giving Fanny scratches before her ears where she loved her pets the most. "Wait" Yelena paused and let her eyes adjust to being awake, "why is Fanny wearing a rabbit costume?" She looked at you. 

"It's not a rabbit costume, she's the easter puppy" you chuckled at your poorly made joke but still, Yelena chuckled with you. "Happy Easter my love, but you have to get out of bed. Easter puppy made a bit of a mess" you playfully winked before leaning over and kissing her softly. After a few extra moments in bed petting Fanny, Yelena finally got out of bed and walked towards the door. You couldn't help the cheeky smile tugging at your lips as she opened the door to see a trail of easter eggs on the floor.

"милый, why is there eggs on the floor?" Yelena looked over her shoulder at you. "It's Easter baby, enjoy your Easter egg hunt" you smiled as you stood up from the bed and followed Yelena out of the room. 

You watched with a proud smile as Yelena picked up all the eggs, one by one off the floor and tried her best not to let her inner child out whenever she found a hidden egg. Call it childish but you loved giving her new memories to fade out the bad. Watching your wife slowly let her guard down and allowing herself to enjoy the excitement that filled her. 

Fanny followed her, wagging her tail like she always does. "You really didn't have to go all out like this, lyubov'" Yelena turned to you with rosey cheeks and a soft smile, "It was Fanny's idea" you shrugged as Yelena came closer to you. "Oh right, I forgot, she's the Easter Puppy" she chuckled before wrapping her arms around you.

"If you think the fun stops here, you don't know me very well. We're going to the Easter fare with the others and I hear Natasha hasn't had an easter egg hunt before either" you smirked. 

"Dorogoy, what have you done?" Yelena asked with a slight quint in her eyes. 

"I may have booked out a session for all of us to enjoy 15 minutes of egg hunting" you confessed, "it'll be fun! they hide the eggs amongst some hay and then afterwards we can go and enjoy some food and maybe some carnival rides. Today you get to be a kid, I just wanted to make today special for you" you added. Yelena gently shook her head and pulled you closer to her, "You made every day special for us and I love that you went out of your way to make sure that Natasha also gets to have something different today. Happy Easter my love" she spoke before kissing you softly only for Fanny to bark at the lack of attention she was suddenly getting. 

"Happy Easter to you aswell, Fanny!" Yelena chuckled as she got down on her knees to pet and hug the fur baby, "She's not wearing this all day is she?" Yelena asked while looking up at you. "Oh no, she has a easter t-shirt to change into" you chuckled.

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#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #fanfiction #marvel

[marigoldenblooms]

Unica Semper Avis Chapter 2 is coming out tonight at 6pm EST! (Cleric!Wanda x Fem!AvianShifter!Reader x MonsterHunter!Natasha, which you can read the first part here)- For now, however, enjoy a snippet of a Gp!Natasha x Fem!Reader Reincarnation AU Oneshot, which will feature (gun) violence, enemies to lovers and semi-hate fucking, inspired by a reel I found on Instagram, lol- Enjoy ^^ MINORS DNI - 18+ ~~~

The room would’ve been dim as you led her along, your hands soft against hers. Natasha was rougher in this lifetime- you could see the way her nose had been broken or her lip split many times before, and yet her face was always the same. She still had the bruises along her knuckles, commonplace in every rebirth. She was always a fighter. You’d felt her pain through the bond countless times, knocking you senseless. It was her turn.

The table was small, low to the ground as the gleaming object upon it earned a sidelong glance. “A gun?” She’d chuckle, watching as your nimble fingers loaded the silvery revolver. 

“Russian roulette..you are russian in this lifetime, right?”

“Yes..” She’d purse her lips as you sat down, kneeling against the rough floor. You handed the weapon to her, your expression even as you’d draw your fingers along the table’s sides, “Death means little to us, Natasha..why not play with it?”

“And so you want us to throw this life away?” She’d scoff, crossing her arms as the gun laid untouched in front of her. She still hadn’t sat down. You’d smirk a teasing retort, feeling the flush in her expression. “Why not? I’m even wearing something pretty for this.” 

A glimmer in her eye drew your pause, raising a brow in response. Her grin was almost shit eating, a purr that she hadn’t had in centuries, “I’d be willing, if we made a deal.”

“A deal?” Your pressing only made her smile wider, as she settled down with her hands against the tabletop. She’d lean forward, and her breath across from you made your skin goosebump, “We kiss every time we live.”

“What? Not gotten laid enough in this life, Tasha?” Your wheeze was caught in your throat, eyes narrowing at her taunting expression. Your thoughts swimmed, and for a second you could feel the thrill of excitement from her. This was a challenge. The thought sent a shiver down your back to buzz between your legs- even though your word were half snarled. “Deal.” 

She cocked the gun, raised it to her temple, and the click of the trigger was the only sound. Nothing. 

She slid the weapon towards you, yet her hand shot out to grab your hip before it could fully grate across the rough wood. Her lips were fiery, a hunger built into the searing kiss that had aged for centuries. You tasted the whisky from the party downstairs, its noise forgotten as you pressed into her, your hand finding the small of her back as you sighed into her touch. 

The next few kisses held a similar passion, difficult to keep at arm's length. By the sixth failed shot, it had become routine, and you hardly moved as your palms lurched out to rest on Natasha’s thighs. An exasperation marred your enjoyment, arousal sticky between your legs, while the redhead’s fingers had done nothing to soothe you. You could tell by her smile against your mouth that she’d felt your desperation, breaking the kiss with a low pant, “Fuck, Tasha- you better shoot yourself or fuck me, because I swear-”

“Baby, please-” Her hushes fell on deaf ears, especially as her fingers plucked something held between her teeth, the metal shimmering and for a second you could taste its metallic weight on your tongue. The bullet. Her eyes would trail you, “I’m a spy in this lifetime, darling. Couldn’t have my good girl get hurt, now could I?”

“How did you..?”

“The first time was just luck,” Her hands were cool as they’d palm your sides, sliding you closer to straddle her hips, your thighs on either side of hers. “The others were just for my pleasure.” Her pupils were dark and heavy, blown as she’d look down at you with a coy grin. Her voice was like satin as she hovered her lips above yours, “Please, baby…won’t you give me another? I kiss much better with this out of my mouth.”

#minors dni #natasha romanoff smut #natasha smut #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #reincarnation au #hate fuck #smut with plot #smut #fem reader #x reader #dom!natasha #brat!reader #canon character death #this one gonna go crazy #bearrrwrites

[mymelodymia]

Tony and the rest of the Avengers singing “The Marvel Bunch” to little!Stark when she can’t sleep or is feeling down to cheer her up

(If you haven’t listened to the song it’s on youtube, it lifts my mood every time I hear it)

I love it too ❤️

Sleeping troubles

summary: you have a little trouble falling asleep, so the team helps you out by singing to you 🥰

Warnings:

A/N: y/n is around 6 here. I had to reuse some colors I'm sorry 😭

red: tony, t'challa green: nat, Dr strange blue: thor orange: capsicle yellow: peter.Q pink: sam purple: all

+•°+*°•++•°+*°•++•°+*°•++•°+*°•++•°+*°•+

You went to bed about 30 minutes ago, it usually didn't take you this long to fall asleep, normally taking around 10 minutes. When your father, tony, came to check on you, you turned to him.

Upon seeing you still awake, tony waked deeper into the small bedroom.

"Y/n, why are you still up baby?" He asked kneeling down, taking a seat on the tiny bed.

"I cant fall asleep." You said frowning, tony took a second to think. How could he get you to sleep quickly?

"I'll be right back," he said before bolting out of the room. A few minutes later he walked in with the rest if the team, and sat back down in the exact same spot.

"Why are you guys here?" (Its a 6 y/o are you surprised)

"We're gonna sing for you sweetheart" tony said brushing a strand of hair from your face.

(This is optional) sam with his phone ready with the music.

As Sam pressed play on the music, tony started to sing.

"Heres the story, of a playboy genius, who was gear enough to form some sort of crew"

"Ones a former russian spy"

"A god of thunder"

"One fought in world war 2"

"Its the story, of a handsome starlord, like the greatest to ever walk the earth, by far"

"And a falcon"

"A magic doctor"

"Wakanda forever"

"So then one day all the heros were assembled, to fight a villain to packed much more then a punch"

"And this group was labeled the avengers, thats the way we all became the marvel bunch, the marvel bunch, the marvel bunch, thats the waaayyy we became the marvel bunch!"

I love this song

you smiled from ear to ear and started to clap with your tiny hands.

"Beautiful performance" you said giggling, tony leaned down and pecked your forehead, before he could sit back up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head In the crook of his neck.

Tags:

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover //

#tony stark x daughter reader #dad!tony stark #daughter reader #tony stark #tony stark x stark!reader #tony stark x child reader #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #steven strange #thor odinson #Black panther #peter quill #the avengers #The marvel bunch #best song of all time #marvel mcu #iron dad #avengers

[fyodere]

( 🐇 ) miu’s works master list ⋆ ୨♡୧ ⋆ ་༘ ࿐

— hello hello there! here you can find my main works and things i plan to publish soon ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪

bungo stray dogs :

fyodor dostoevsky : ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

my cold fingers running through your hair. all my warmth is inside of you [ part 2 ]

tags / content warnings : nsfw content (mdni), high school!au, fyodor is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, misogyny kink, corruption kink, academic rivals, petnames, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, hairpulling, blowjobs (m receiving), underage (you and fedya are like 17), catholic guilt, wet dream, dirty thoughts ♡

midnight confessions [coming soon]

tags / content warnings : nsfw content (mdni), college!au, fyodor is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, reader is a freshman, fyodor uses the pseud ghost face online, light corruption kink, sexting, petnames, degradation, fyodor is a sadic, dirt talk, light dom/sub dynamic, implied catholic guilt, fyodor is a creep perv ♡

Korolevskaya svad'ba (royal wedding) [coming soon]

content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), royal!au, Fyodor is a prince, reader is a princess, virginity loss, p in v, russian pet names, public sex, soft dom fyodor

dazai osamu : ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

I hope nobody catch us (but I kinda hope they catch us)

tags / content warnings: nsfw content (mdni), actor!au, dazai is mean, nasty absolutely filthy smut, reader is a new name on acting scene, semi public sex, child star dazai, rivals with benefits, hate fucking, petnames, degradation, dazai is a sadic, unprotected sex, dirt talk, light dom/sub dynamic ♡

jouno saigiku : ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

lies behind the crown [coming soon]

tags / content warnings: nsfw-ish content (mdni), royal!au, jouno is mean, reader is a princess, semi public sex, misogynistic jouno, forced marriage, hate fucking, petnames, degradation, jouno is a sadic, slaps, dirt talk, kinda dubcon ?? , light dom/sub dynamic ♡.

nikolai gogol : ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

size kink kolya headcanons

tags / content warnings: nsfw content (mdni), canon universe i think, body worship, nasty absolutely filthy smut, reader is a virgin, corruption kink ig, possessiveness, kind of yandere themes, praise kink, petnames, unprotected sex, dirt talk, light dom/sub dynamic ♡

spy x family :

yuri briar : ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

complex feelings about you — pt 01

content warnings / tags : nsfw content (mdni), yandere themes (we’re talking about yuri), obsession, mutual obsession (kinda), masturbation, virginity kink, purity kink in general, yuri touching himself wearing his uniform 😩, kind of sexting ???, stalking

nsfw headcanons

#miu’s masterlist #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd smut

[artoatsblog]

https://www.tumblr.com/artoatsblog/742961652143636480/honeysparklesmash-hehahahjghhhgahga-in?source=share

Au where Scout is heavy's son based on the "bald gangster and son of bald gangster" post.

His ma when missing when he was a baby and Spy couldn't take care of him due to his line of work making everything extremely dangerous for him, he left Scout at some random Russian family's house and Heavy raised him with the help of his sisters, his voice sounds like it did in mann swap.

When the two of them become mercenaries, Scout finds out that Spy is his (biological) father, instead of Spy finding out in cannon and Scout staying in the dark, Spy has no idea and thinks his son is [insert famous pop star that isn't Tom Jones, that was currently in Russia].

Scout doesn't want anything to do with Spy, because he didn't doesn't know why he left him.

And then Spy and Heavy start dating.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 heavy #tf2 au #tf2 spoovy

[themculibrary]

Maria/Natasha Masterlist 2

part one

And We Will Come Back Home (ao3) - fairywriter G, 1k

Summary: In the few seconds that were her own Natasha would bring out her phone and call Maria’s number just to hear her voice.

a normal, adult friendship (ao3) - basha N/R, 6k

Summary: Maria Hill and Steve Rogers decide to try a normal, adult friendship. They bond over their love of the Dodgers, their sexualities, and their hopeless crushes on Russian ex-assassins.

a thing that wants (ao3) - magdaliny E, 5k

Summary: “Hey, Steve,” Bucky says. “We’re gonna find Nat a dame, okay?”

Natasha shoves him into the pool.

Confessions of an Angel (ao3) - keiko48460 M, 129k

Summary: Maria Hill, is on the run from the government who betrayed her. She finds sanctuary with Shield but a war is coming, and her past is lurking around every corner.

Fury believes she can lead the Avengers. Maria thinks she belongs in a cage. Will she learn to control her powers with the help of the Avengers and Shield or will the darkness within her consume everything she hold dear?

Darling, so it goes (ao3) - TheTruthAboutLove M, 31k

Summary: In 2055, after HYDRA has taken over, but Fury is organizing a resistance cell in Chicago, he runs into a young Maria Hill and takes her in, having no idea of her full potential. In NYC, Tony Stark is covertly leading the rebellion in another, larger-scale fashion, with the help of Natasha Romanoff.

don't bring tomorrow (i'll lose you) (ao3) - dephinecormier M, 1k

Summary: “Just because we’ve fucked for years doesn’t mean that you know me.” Maria shoves Natasha back once more, pushing until the back of Natasha’s knees hit the edge of the bed.

“Well, clearly I don’t.” Natasha growls out, ripping herself out of Maria’s grip and flips them cleanly. Maria stifles a gasp as Natasha kicks her legs out from under her and slams her down on the bed. Her elbow digs sharply into Maria’s chest as she presses down, leaning in.

#girlavenger, or How Natasha Trended on Twitter and Saved the World (ao3) - burritosong T, 5k

Summary: Natasha becomes an internet phenomenon. It's nothing that she was ever trained for.

how to date your friendly neighbourhood super secret agent. (ao3) - dustbear M, 21k

Summary: Agents Maria Hill and Phil Coulson accidentally meet the woman and man of their dreams(respectively), and have to work hard to keep their super secret agent spy jobs a secret in the pursuit of something resembling a normal dating life.

Coincidentally, so do Natasha and Clint.

If There Was a Me for You (ao3) - false_alexis T, 16k

Summary: When Maria is sent to intercept the Black Widow, there are certain things she wasn't expecting- certain very inconvenient things. Now they're stuck trying to distinguish the desirable from the inevitable.

Soulbond AU

i'm staying at my parents’ house and the road not taken looks real good now (ao3) - hhhillhouse N/R, 22k

Summary: Natasha takes The Avengers to her family's farm to recover after their first run-in with the Scarlet Witch and promptly flirts with Maria Hill in front of everyone, whether she admits it or not. (Black Widow comes before Age of Ultron in this storyline)

just when you escape you have yourself to fear (ao3) - capanon E, 18k

Summary: "Natasha was intimately familiar with being the center of this particular circus back on day one. She knew from experience that, like herself, Maria Hill was not a woman to crack under pressure." In which Natasha has commitment issues, fights aliens, and still gets the girl.

Kairos (ao3) - Pumpkinnubbin T, 137k

Summary: When Fury sends Natasha to Hill's place for help, this isn’t what she's expected to find.

Cue a mysterious child, one overprotective mother, and Natasha's unwillingness to be roped into things.

Maria's Rule (ao3) - MTL17 E, 65k

Summary: Natasha convinces Maria to break her own rule on workplace fraternisation. Repeatedly.

My Number One with a Bullet (ao3) - wintersoldier1989 E, 7k

Summary: Even though they’ve had a co-workers with benefits arrangement going on for a while now, Maria is struggling to keep the lines from blurring, especially where Natasha is concerned.

one more game, please (ao3) - powercrow M, 2k

Summary: Maria and Natasha are undercover. So are their feelings.

stuck on me like a tattoo (ao3) - letter2thepast T, 967

Summary: Maria Hill and Natasha Romanov are both tattoo fiends. Just in different ways.

The Taste of Her Cherry Chapstick (ao3) - cartersleia T, 1k

Summary: Natasha stares, breathless, as Agent Hill applied chapstick to her lips, blood still dripping down her nose.

They were both deadly assassins. They were both badass Agents of SHIELD, and both were in the quinjet returning from a mission that almost cost them their lives, hence both her and Maria's bloody noses and Nat's split lip.

So...why was Maria so attractive to her right now? When she's applying chapstick of all things?

Her lips just look so...supple, and soft, but Nat knows she'd also kiss rough. She'd kiss demanding, in charge, shoving Natasha against a wall as her lips smacked against Maria's.

That's the ideal life, she thinks.

Unchained (ao3) - dongyrn M, 175k

Summary: A girl with powers she is just beginning to comprehend is thrust unprepared into the world. Can she find the help she needs? Features primarily the Avengers timeline and characters with other MCU tie-ins, including Daredevil, Alias, and X-Men (yes, mutants, I went there) among others. Light OC Femslash, a BlackHill subplot, and some comic-based cameos.

What if Natasha Didn't Go to Vormir? (ao3) - phg M, 163k

Summary: What would happen if Natasha couldn't go to Vormir because they only had enough Pym Particles for 10 people and 11 had survived the snap to go back? (Read the tags carefully!)

A story about sisterhood (and love) that follows Natasha, Maria, Yelena, and eventually Kate in the time period from Endgame to post-Hawkeye.

You Mean Everything (ao3) - startrekkingaroundasgard T, 5k

Summary: Natasha asks Maria to be her date to the Christmas party but then doesn’t show when the night comes. Maria leaves broken hearted only to find Natasha waiting at her doorstep.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #blackhill #blackhill masterlist #masterlists #f/f #femslash

[eric-makes-art]

Hi I have a question!

If you don't mind whould you like to explain what the hybrid types your AU are? And which merc is which hybrid?

Hmmmmm well here let me make a simple list! Reds first than blues

Red:

Chris - werewolf hybrid.

Sniper - owl harpy hybrid

Medic- dove harpy hybrid

Heavy - polerbear hybrid

Engi - bee hybrid {bc I love the bee engi fr}

Demo - parrot hybrid

Soldier - raccoon hybrid

Spy - French lop rabbit hybrid {bc his son is a rabbit two}

Scout - American rabbit hybrid

Pyro - wingless dragon hybrid

Blue:

Sara - werehyena hybrid

Blu sniper - tiger shark

Blu medic - crow harpy hybrid

Blu heavy - grizzly bear hybrid {he lives somewhere warmer, it's not Russia but he is Russian!}

Blu engi - Flannel Moth hybrid {bc why not?}

Blu demo - cockatiel hybrid

Blu soldier - eagle harpy hybrid {bc in this AU there both American}

Blu spy - rattle snake

Blu scout - garden snake {he got no wrizz he get no venom.}

Blu pyro - same thing as red {there dragon friends :)}

There a whole God damn list...gezz that's alot of typing..

#tf2 #tf2 oc #tf2 ocs #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #tf2 gunslinger #artists on tumblr #im so normal