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arlana-likes-to-write · 5 months

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Christmas Star

!!There are spoilers in the warnings!!

Summary: On Christmas day, you had the realization you wanted to give your wife a gift that neither of you have talked about, a baby. In your eyes, Natasha was going to be a great mother and no matter what you had to go through you were going to give her, her Christmas gift.

Warning: birth, labor, contractions, miscarriage, c-section, blood lost, angst with fluff and a happy ending.

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You were standing on the porch of the Barton Homestead with a cup of coffee in your hands. It was lightly snowing as the Barton Kids and Kate and Yelena played in the yard. It was only 8 am, but you were exhausted. You and Natasha were up late with Clint and Laura to prepare for Christmas morning. Then Nathaniel woke up at 5 am. So, presents were unwrapped, breakfast was eaten, and the kids were dressed for the snow. It was a long day, but your heart was whole. You felt arms wrapped around your waist and leaned into her warmth. “I was looking for you, moya lyubov’.” She said, kissing your cheek. She played with the ring on your finger.

“Sorry, baby. I was watching them.” She hummed, burrowing her face in your neck. Her warm breath caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You and Natasha have been married for two years but together for 7. You weren’t an Avenger, a SHIELD agent, or a mutant. You were just an everyday citizen who happened to catch the eye of the Russian spy. You were a chief, and Tony Stark hired you and your team for a party. Right off the bat, Natasha started flirting with you, but you ignored her, focusing on doing a good job. Somehow, you woke up the following day with a text message from the Black Widow asking you out on a date. The rest was history. “Do you want kids?” You asked. Your wife’s arms tensed up. You spun around in her arms and ran your hands up and down her arms as a sign of comfort. “I know we haven’t talked about it.” The topic danced around as you knew Natasha couldn’t carry kids because of the Red Room. “But do you want them?” Natasha looked over her shoulder to watch the Barton kids. She sighed.

“Yeah, I’d love to be a mother.” She looked back at you. “But I can’t have them. We could adopt. I-”

“I can carry them.” You cut her off. She looked at you in disbelief. You grabbed her hands and rested them on your stomach.

“Are you serious about this?” She asked. You nodded.

“I haven’t been this serious about anything.” You chuckled. “Well, besides asking you to marry me.” Natasha had tears in her eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I asked you to marry me.” You shrugged, put your arms around her neck, and played with the baby hairs that didn’t fit into her ponytail. “We are going to be parents.” She said, pulling you into a hug and lifting you off the ground. You laughed, shaking your head. She was going to be a great mother.

You were pacing the bathroom while waiting for your phone timer to go off. Natasha was in a meeting, and you timed it so you would get the test result by the time she returned. It had been a few weeks from Christmas at the Bartons. With help from Helen, Bruce, and Tony, they combined Natasha’s DNA with a few of your eggs so your child would both be yours. You were extremely anxious. You wanted to give this to Natasha more than anything. The sound of your phone timer going off made you jump. With shaky hands, you picked up the test, and tears immediately ran down your cheeks as you looked at the tiny plus sign. “Baby, where are you?” You heard your wife ask. You whipped away the tears.

“Bathroom.” You turned around as the door opened.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, closing the distance between you and her. Before you could respond, she picked up the test. “Positive.” She said, looking at you. You nodded. The Russian dropped the pregnancy test and picked you up. You laughed as she spun you around. Your wife put you down, knelt so she was at eye level with your stomach, and lifted your shirt. She kissed your stomach softly. Her sweet gesture made you cry harder. She looked up at you with tears in her eyes. “We are going to have a baby.” She said. You nodded, cupping her face with your hands.

“You are going to be a mom.” She turned her head to kiss your palms.

“So are you.”

There was nothing that could prepare you for the weird pregnancy cravings. No amount of books you’ve read or researched online. Pregnancy cravings were wild. So you were in the Avenger’s kitchen making a dough of sugar cookies to drizzle chocolate and hot sauce over the top. It was….different.

As your alarm went off to signify the cookies were done, you put on the oven mitts and opened the oven. Pulling out the cookie tray, you gasped as a sharp pain ran through your stomach, and you dropped the tray. The metal clashing against the ground made you jump, causing another acute pain. “Mrs. Romanoff, it appears you are in a sign of distress. Should I alert the medical team?” The AI asked.

“Yes, FRIDAY,” you gritted out as your teeth clenched. “Tell Natasha.”

“As you wish.”

Natasha ran to the med bay as soon as FRIDAY alerted her of your medical emergency, leaving her meeting with Steve and Maria without another word. Part of her wish was that she could make portals like Strange so she didn’t have to wait for the elevator. As the metal doors opened and she walked into the med bay, Yelena awaited her. She wasn’t sure who alerted her sister, but she was grateful she was there. “Where is she?” Natasha asked her sister. Yelena held up her hands to stop her.

“Cho and Banner are with her.” She said.

“Is she okay? Yelena, I need to see her.” Panic spread through her at how quiet her sister was. You had to be okay. No matter what, Natasha could not lose you. The sound of a door open caused her to spin around, and she watched as Bruce walked out, closing it gently behind her. The Black Widow ran over to the scientist. “Bruce, is she okay?” Natasha couldn’t pinpoint the emotion on the doctor’s face.

“She’s okay, Nat.” he sighed. “But she had a miscarriage.” A miscarriage?

“Okay,” she simply said. “Can I see her?” She heard her sister’s footsteps walking up to her.

“She lost the baby,” Yelena said slowly. “You understand that, right?” She nodded. Of course, she knew what a miscarriage was. Before Laura was pregnant with Nate, she had a miscarriage. She called Natasha in a panic but tried to enforce that she didn’t need Clint. The Black Widow told Clint right away.

“I know,” she nodded again. “And it’s-” there weren’t words to describe everything she felt. “Yeah, but I need to see her, please.” Bruce smiled.

“Helen is with her,” he said. “She hasn’t said much since we told her the news.” Natasha wished they waited to tell them together. She buried the emotions that threatened to take her over and walked into the room Bruce existed from. As the scientist said, Helen sat beside you in the empty chair. She stood up as Natasha walked over to the bed and smiled sadly.

“Please let me know if you need anything.” The Black Widow couldn’t find anything as she moved next to you. You were curled underneath the covers with silent tears running down your cheeks.

“Hi, sweetheart,” You made no indication that you heard her. “Baby,” You silently reached for her hand and pulled her into the bed with you. Natasha moved behind you and wrapped her arms around you. You turned around to press your face in her shirt. Your body shook with sobs. “Sh, sweet girl. You’re okay.” You shook your head.

“I’m sorry.” The two-word phrase took a lot of work to hear.

“Why are you sorry?” She asked, kissing the top of your head.

“I lost our baby,” Natasha shook her head. She let you cry against her, but as your cries turned to quiet hiccups, she lifted your head.

“This is not your fault, my love. These things happen.” Your lips started to tremble. “I can’t imagine the pain you are going through, but this isn’t your fault, and I will remind you every single day.” You burrowed your head into her shoulder.

“I wanted to make you a mom.” You said. Natasha closed her eyes as she felt her tears. You were breaking her heart.

“I know, moya lyubov’,” she whispered, running her hand through your hair. “And we’ll try again when you are ready, or we can figure out another option, okay?” She felt you nod. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Natty.”

“Natasha!” You called out. You were standing in the master bathroom, looking in the full-length mirror.

“Are you alright?” Your wife asked, barging into the bathroom. You looked behind you.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Natasha huffed, placing a hand on her heart.

“You,” she took a minute to catch her breath. “You are going to give me a heart attack.” You giggled, holding out her hand. She took it, and you pulled her close, her front pressed against your back. “What’s going on?” Instead of answering, you placed her hands on your stomach. She looked confused, but her face morphed into awe. “Is that?” She whispered. You nodded. Getting pregnant took three more tries, but now you are carrying twin girls.

“They are little gymnasts.” Natasha laughed, looking down at your stomach.

“Be kind to your mother, little ones.” You turned around to kiss her.

“I love you so much.” You said against her lips.

“Not as much as I love you.” You heard the pounding of footsteps entering your shared bedroom.

“You better not be making me another niece or nephew.” It was your only warning before the bathroom door opened, and Yelena walked in. “At least wait till they are born before you start trying to have another.” You felt your body heat up from embarrassment, burying your head into Natasha’s neck.

“Suka (bitch),” Natasha said. Yelena laughed.

“The party is starting soon. We are just waiting for the guest of honor.” You rolled your eyes, stepped away from your wife, and grabbed your sister-in-law’s hand. When you placed her hand on your stomach, the blonde looked at you confused. "Whoa," she said when she felt the baby’s kick. “That is so weird.” You giggled.

“This is your tetya (aunt) Yelena.” Your Russian could have been better, but with so many people in your life who spoke the language, you figured you should learn it. The blonde had tears in her eyes, but she forced them away.

“I can not wait to get you all the loud toys and fill you with sugar.” You rolled your eyes with a kind smile. “Ya vsegda budu zashcishchat tebya (I will always protect you).” She smiled, whipping away a tear, and left. Natasha stood beside you with an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“What did she say?” You asked. She smiled, shaking her head.

“Nothing bad, I promise. Come on, let’s go to this baby shower.”

Christmas Eve

You couldn’t find the hat you wanted, which generally wouldn’t be a big deal, but at seven months pregnant, your emotions and hormones were all over the place. “Dorogoy, we are going to be late,” Natasha said.

“I can’t find my hat.” You pouted. Natasha was an angel throughout this entire pregnancy. She dealt with every pregnancy craving, morning sickness, and mood swing. You couldn’t have done it without her. She smiled at the pout on your face.

“And what hat is that?” She asked.

“The one Lila made me for my birthday. I wanted to wear it because she’ll be at the party.” You explained.

“I think she’ll understand. Come on, krasivyy (beautiful), we will be late.” You rolled your eyes. The party was at the compound, and since you lived on the property of the compound, it was a 5-minute drive. The house was a gift from Tony and Pepper when you announced you were pregnant. It was far enough from the compound to have a sense of privacy but close enough if Natasha had to be pulled away for Avenger duty.

“Can you go check my closet one more time for me?” You asked, putting on your best puppy dog eyes. Your wife huffed, rolling her own eyes.

“I will go look.” You smiled, standing up and kissing her.

“You are the best.” She kissed your forehead.

“Make sure you grab your coat, okay?” You nodded, walking to the front door as Natasha approached your shared bedroom. You opened the coat closet and grabbed your winter jacket. You heard a pop and felt pressure in your pelvic area. The black leggings you wore felt wet as if you went to the bathroom. You gasped, placing your hands on your stomach.

“I found it,” Natasha said, rounding the corner. You looked at your wife as she had the crochet hat in her hand.

“My water just broke.” You said. She stared at you blankly. You’ve never seen her so speechless. You groaned at the first contraction. “Natalia!” Her name snapped her out of her trance. She dropped your hat and grabbed your pregnancy bag in the same closet. You held onto her hand. “It’s too soon.” You said, squeezing her hand. “I can’t go into labor. I can’t.”

“Sh, dorogoy. We are going to call Helen on the way.” You nodded as Natasha helped you exit the house and into the car.

Natasha kept herself calm. She needed to because she knew if she freaked out, you would freak out. FRIDAY alerted the doctor and was already at the compound due to the Christmas party. You held onto her hand tightly each time a concentration passed. “Are you okay?” She cringed at the question. “Forget I asked that. That was stupid.” Of course, you weren’t doing okay. You chuckled, wincing as another contraction came through.

“It’s fine,” you said and rubbed your swollen belly. “You know I love you, right? Because I’m not sure I want to go through this again.” Natasha laughed, squeezing your hand.

“One way to kick off the holiday season.”

Helen opened up the passenger door and helped you into the wheelchair. “Well, isn’t this a Christmas surprise,” the doctor smiled and put a blanket over your lap. “They sure know how to make an entrance.” She began to push you towards the door to the med bay.

“They get that from you,” you said to Natasha over your shoulder. The Black Widow shook her head. You saw the worried edge on her forehead. She hated any time you were in pain or sick. The doors opened as Helen and Yelena, Wanda, and Laura got closer. The blonde Black Widow smirked.

“You know I was looking forward to getting drunk off of Stark’s expensive liquor,” you smiled, winching as another painful concentration passed through. The smile on your sister-in-law’s face fell.

“There may still be time for that,” Laura said. “Just because she’s having concentrations doesn’t mean the babies are ready,” the small group followed Helen to a room. “It may be a while.” The mother of three hugged you. Oh, you hoped it wouldn’t take forever.

“We’ll be waiting outside,” Wanda hugged you. Yelena placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m excited to get my drinking partner back.” You smiled.

“Alright,” Helen said. “Let’s get you all set up.”

“And on some pain medication.”

“You’re doing great, detka,” Natasha said, rubbing a spot on your lower back that was killing you. “Just keep breathing.” You groaned, hands grabbing the blankets that covered you on the hospital bed.

“Natasha, darling,” you said. “If you tell me to breathe one more time, I’m gonna punch you.” The hand on your back stuttered but never stopped its movement. Yelena laughed, shaking her head at your comment. She never stopped playing a game on her phone that Cooper and Kate got her addicted to.

“Your wife is funny,” she chuckled. The door opened, and Helen walked in, followed by a nurse. Her name was Heather, you liked her.

“Alright,” Helen put on a pair of gloves. “Let’s see how we are doing.” You heard Yelena stand up.

“That is my cue to exist,” she said. “I hope Wanda brought back some good food.” She left the room. Natasha chuckled, kissing the top of your head. Heather walked over to check your vitals with a clipboard in hand. You needed to figure out what Helen was saying. Your head began to feel light and fuzzy. The sound in the room turned to white noise, like in a Charlie Brown episode when the adults would speak. Your head fell against Natasha.

“Dr. Cho, the heart rate of mom and the babies are dropping,” Heather said. You felt Natasha tense up.

“What-?” Helen moved next to you and rested your head on the pillow, then shone a light into your eyes.

“Heather, prepare the team. We need to do an emergency c-section. Take Natasha out of the room.” What? No. You wanted her to say. Please don’t take her away.

Natasha felt the nurse grab her arm, but she shrugged her off. “Helen, what is happening?” The doctor looked at her.

“Nat, I need you to leave to save your wife.” Save her wife? Save her wife? What was happening?

“The-the babies,” you stuttered, your eyes couldn’t focus. Natasha leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t leave me, dorogoy,” she whispered, leaving with Heather. The door closed in front of her.

“Nat,” she heard her name but couldn’t pull her eyes away from the door. “What happened?”

“Her uh and the uh twins heart rate started to drop,” Natasha explained. “She needs an emergency c-section.”

“Jesus,” Yelena mumbled.

“Hey,” Laura grabbed her hand and led her to a chair. Her legs collapsed immediately, and she fell into the chair. “C-sections are pretty common these days, especially with twins.” Wanda sat down next to her in the empty chair.

“She’s in the best care,” the witch added. “Helen will take care of her.”

“I can’t lose her,” Natasha admitted. Yelena knelt in front of her sister.

“And you won’t. She is strong. She and the twins will come back to you.”

“Will you stop pacing?” Yelena snapped at Clint. Kate squeezed her hand to keep her calm. The older archer kept pacing, not bothered by the blonde’s threat. As soon as word got out regarding your condition, the party was called off, and the hallway was filled with the rest of the team. Some came and went, but Natasha paid little attention to any of them. Her green eyes trained on the tile floor as she played with her wedding ring.

There was too much time passing. Does this surgery usually take this long? If there were a problem, they would have notified her. Right? Natasha hated feeling this useless. She heard Yelena stand next to her, and the blonde gave her a lap on the back of her head to get her attention. Looking up, she saw Helen.

“Congratulations, Natasha,” the doctor smiled. “You have two beautiful baby girls.” Everyone let out a sigh of relief, but Natasha waited. She was happy they were healthy but needed to know about you. “Your wife lost a lot of blood, but she’ll pull through,” Helen answered the Black Widow’s unanswered question. “We’ve sedated her to help her body recover, but once they wear off, she will wake up.” Natasha sighed; a weight that rested on her chest was gone.

“Can I see them?” Natasha asked. Helen nodded. The Black Widow stood up and silently asked Yelena and Laura to join her. When she entered your room, she saw two bassinets with her daughters, but she made a beeline for you. You were so still and pale for her liking. The only reassurance she had was the beeping of the machines you were hooked up to. Gently, she ran her hand over the top of her hand.

“They’re so small,” Yelena whispered. “Are they supposed to be that small?” Laura hummed.

“It’s because they are premature,” Laura spoke softly. “They’ll get bigger over time. Nat,” The Black Widow looked away from you. “You should be the first one to hold them.”

“Me?” She slowly joined the duo and saw her daughters for the first time. They were a perfect blend of you and her. “I can’t. I don’t-”

“Yes, you can,” Yelena said. “You are their mama,” she’s held a baby before, and that wasn’t the problem. She imagined the first she kept her daughters; you would be healthy enough to witness it. Sighing, she carefully picked up the tiny baby with your hair color. She supported her head and held her close to her chest. Natasha let out a breathless laugh, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

“You’re a natural,” Laura praised. Yelena leaned against Natasha’s arm to look at her niece.

“I can’t believe you made something this cute,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Thank you both,” she said. “Can you give me a minute alone?” They both told her to get them if she needed anything. When alone, she moved the bassinet over to you and sat in the empty chair. She sat in a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the machines.

“Hi, little ones,” she softly spoke. “I’m your mama. Your mommy did such a great job protecting you, and now she’s resting,” she explained. “Now it’s my turn.”

Soft singing woke you up, but you kept your eyes closed. You knew it was your wife’s voice. It was rare you caught her singing. Sometimes, it was humming a simple tone or singing the words to a popular song on the radio you cherished each time you saw her. She would become flustered, cheeks as red as her hair. The song was in Russian. The fog that was over your brain was allowing a few words in. Slowly, you opened your eyes and turned your head towards the sound. Natasha was so invested in the tiny baby in her arms with hair that matched your own color that she didn’t notice you were awake. “Hi, my love,” you made your presence known. The singing stopped. “Are they okay?” Natasha stared at you, blinking a few times as if her brain wasn’t processing that you were awake.

“They are perfect,” Natasha said. “You are perfect.” You sat up, winching slightly. “Take it easy, data.”

“Can I hold her?” You asked, holding out your arms. Natasha stood up without hesitation and put your daughter in your arms. Once she was secure, Natasha picked up her sister and sat on the edge of your bed. “My girls,” you whispered, your vision blurring with tears. “My beautiful tears.”

“You scared me,” Natasha admitted and kissed the top of your head. “You gave me two healthy daughters, but it wouldn’t have mattered if you weren’t here to see it.” You leaned your head back and kissed her, savoring the feeling of her lips against yours.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “Has the team met them?” Your wife shook her head.

“Only Yelena and Laura,” she said. “I was waiting for you.” You smiled and looked at your daughters.

“You have so many people that love you already, little ones. They will protect you, spoil you, and hopefully babysit when your mama and I need a break,” Natasha chuckled. “Our little Christmas stars.”

“Merry Christmas, Elena, and Gabby Romanoff.”

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broadwaydivastournament · 22 days

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Broadway Divas Tournament: Round 2A

Laura Linney (1964) "LAURA LINNEY (Diana) Broadway credits include My Name is Lucy Barton (Tony nom. dir. Richard Eyre): The Little Foxes (Tony nom.) Time Stands Still (Tony nom.) and Sight Unseen (Tony nom.) all directed by Daniel Sullivan at MTC. Other credits include Les Liaisons Dangereauses, The Crucible (Tony nom.), Uncle Vanya, Hedda Gabler, Honour, Holiday, The Seagull, Beggars in the House of Plenty, Six Degrees of Separation. Television credits: "Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City," "Ozark" (SAG, Emmy nom), "The Big C" (Emmy, Golden Globe Awards), "John Adams" (SAG, Golden Globe, Emmy Awards), "Frasier" (Emmy Award), "Wild Iris" (Emmy Award), "The Laramie Project," "Tales of the City" trilogy. Film: Falling, The Dinner, Nocturnal Animals, Sully, Sympathy for Delicious, Morning, The Details, The Savages (Oscar nom), Kinsey (Oscar nom), You Can Count on Me (Oscar nom), The Other Man, City of Your Final Destination, The Squid and the Whale, Jindabyne, Love Actually, Mystic River, The Nanny Diaries, Breach, Man of the Year, The Hottest State, Driving Lessons, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, P.S., The Life of David Gale, The Mothman Prophecies, Maze, The House of Mirth, The Truman Show, Absolute Power, Primal Fear, Congo, Lorenzo's Oil, Dave. Training: The Julliard School, Brown University. Member: AEA, SAG." - Playbill bio from Summer, 1976, June 2023.

Audra McDonald (1970) "AUDRA MCDONALD (Suzanne Alexander) is honored to take part in Adrienne Kennedy's historic and long overdue Broadway debut. A board member of Covenant House International and co-founder of Black Theatre United, McDonald is a singer, actor, and activist who lives in New York with her amazing husband and children." - Playbill bio from Ohio State Murders, December 2022.

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"Do you ever think Laura Linney reads her playbill bio and cries? Does she dream of the day when she too will hold a Tony Award aloft in triumph, or has she resigned herself to being one of four actresses with the biggest fail rate and will one day hold the record outright? (Given that Estelle Parsons is in her nineties, Dana Ivey is in her eighties, and Jan Maxwell, my beloved, is dead?) Anyway, the point of this isn't to rub salt in the wound. Love you, Laura Linney."

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"It's too mean to title this poll Biggest Tony Winner vs. Biggest Tony Loser but it's pretty damn accurate, and given the overwhelming whiteness of award shows overall, it's damn satisfying that the Black woman is the one with a record-breaking Tonys on her shelf and the white blonde woman is not (no matter how talented she is). Audra McDonald, my beloved, you're going to sweep this entire tournament."

#broadwaydivastournament #broadway divas #broadway #theatre #poll tournament #audra mcdonald #laura linney #round 2a #wait everyone hold the fuck on.#it's been five years and i just noticed audra specifically switched her fancy earrings for plain hoops for the bit

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amarguerite · 5 months

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i am so c o n f u s e d

ive been seeing u reblogging/talking abt the gilded age among a couple others of ppl I follow/talk abt JA and like............ITS LOOKS PRETTY. SEEEMS LIKE ITS A VICTORIAN ERA THING WHICH IS NICE. but but would it be as inapp as bridgerton?? I can just skip through fucking scenes so I can look at the prett dresses but if theres outright fucking itd be age inapp BUT I need smth to watch while crocheting and this seems like the perfect kinda trashy show to watch

so so as a person whos seen it like should i watch it or not? 😭😭

It’s set in 1882 in the first season and 1883 in the second! It’s very mild, in terms of sexual content. Clothed making out between George and Bertha Russell and then in the second season their son has an ill-advised fling with an older woman that results in them making out while fully clothed and a scene of them chatting in bed while under the covers. I think the most you see is Laura Benanti’s bare leg. ETA: there is a scene in the first season where one character tries to seduce another by being naked in his bed but he gets real mad and immediately makes her get dressed and leave.

It’s a lot of fun, but admittedly it’s fun for me for some very specific reasons. If any of these resonate with you, I’d give it a shot:

1) great costuming

2) nearly every contemporary Broadway star is there to chew on scenery, be witty, and wear hats

3) ridiculous gilded age nonsense where ultra-rich robber barons and “old money” New Yorkers fight over who gets invited to what party. The overarching plot of the second season is about the construction of the Metropolitan Opera House

4) neat subplots featuring genuinely cool female historical figures who accomplished an incredible amount given the societal constraints under which they existed. Last season there was a long subplot about Clara Barton founding the Red Cross and this season there’s a subplot about the female engineer who was actually responsible for constructing the Brooklyn Bridge instead of her husband

5) fantastic scenery

6) a look at the Black elite of New York at the time— a group I didn’t know much about until this show

7) Nathan Lane giving one of the strangest and funniest performances of his long and varied career.

8) on location shooting at big Gilded Age mansions in New York State and in Newport, Rhode Island. The house belonging to the character played by one of my fave Broadway prima donnas, Kelli O’Hara, is actually Lyndhurst House, the actual Gothic Revival mansion of actual Gilded Age robber baron Jay Gould.

9) an insanely high props budget that they use to buy such outlandishly delightful things as penny-farthing bicycles and magic lanterns

Is it a good show? Honestly, I don’t know if I can answer that question.

Is it great if you’re a musical theatre fan who enjoys being able to say, “oh my god that’s Douglas Sills from The Scarlet Pimpernel and Little Shop of Horrors playing the Russell’s chef!” Yes.

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 8 months

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Hypothetical MCU show: “Shang-Chi and the Hawkeyes”

PLOT SUMMARY:

A few months after the events of “Hawkeye”, Kate Bishop has been living on the Barton family farm in order to finish training with Clint Barton. Despite a rough adjustment period due to city girl Kate moving into a farm, the training has been going well. Kate is ready to start her superhero career, but Clint is hesitant, especially since he’s started viewing her as his daughter figure. Since the two Hawkeyes have been doing nothing but training, the Bartons decide to take everyone on a vacation to San Francisco.

Around the same time, Shang-Chi has been working with Wong to figure out what the origins of the Ten Rings are. From what they found, they learn that Wenwu stole the rings from the mystical lost city K’un L’un, home of the Iron Fist. Shang-Chi learns this the hard way when he’s confronted by the current Iron Fist, Colleen Wing, who wants the rings back (this would be the first major fight scene of the show).

Shang-Chi and Colleen’s fight is interrupted by a group of mercenaries who are also after the rings. The mercenaries are being led by the main villain Kenuichio Harada (also known as Silver Samurai), the most powerful crime boss in all of Japan and Wenwu’s most hated rival. This leads to a massive chase scene, which ends with Shang-Chi running into the Bartons.

So, unfortunately for Clint and Kate, they’re forced into the fight now that they’ve gotten involved with Shang-Chi. But we’re also hit with a twist; Silver Samurai, upon learning that Clint Barton is helping Shang-Chi, puts all his resources into play to stop our heroes. This is because Clint killed Harada’s twin brother Akihiko, the same Yakuza boss from “Endgame”.

Thus, we have multiple arcs for our heroes to deal with:

1) Shang-Chi trying to make peace with Colleen Wing, as well as trying to prevent the Silver Samurai from stealing the ten rings

3) Clint Barton being forced to deal with his Ronin past once again since his killing of Akihiko has come back to haunt him

4) Kate Bishop on her first rodeo as the newly minted Hawkeye, as well as facing off against super-powered people for the first time

5) While all this is happening, the Barton family and Katy Chen find themselves being targeted due to their ties to Shang-Chi, Clint, and Kate

CAST:

Of course, we have our returning characters Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, and Xu Shang-Chi.

Laura Barton and the Barton kids will likely have more prominent roles in this series, especially since they’ll be paired up with Katy Chen.

Wong comes back as a guest character.

Since Akihiko is Kenuichio’s twin, Hiroyuki Sanada is brought back to play Silver Samurai.

Jessica Henwick reprises her role as Colleen Wing.

Tony Leung briefly reprises his role as Wenwu, specifically to show how Wenwu stole the ten rings from K’un L’un.

MISCELLANEOUS:

1) The season’s story can be split like this: Group A is Clint, Kate, and Shang-Chi / Group B is the Barton family and Katy / Group C is Colleen Wing on her own / Silver Samurai is the main threat to all three groups.

2) I pictured the main trio’s dynamic to be that Clint relates to Shang-Chi due to them being men who are trying to escape their past. Shang-Chi and Kate get along as newbie heroes. Maybe this isn’t a perfect comparison, but think of them as Batman, Batgirl, and one of the Robins.

3) Show ends with Clint giving his blessing to Kate to join the Avengers, as well as inviting Shang-Chi to join. Clint ponders retirement, but then says something about how being in San Francisco has made him consider moving out to the West Coast (obviously a nod to a potential West Coast Avengers team).

4) Colleen and Shang-Chi make peace at the end and it’s implied that Colleen will continue to appear in the Shang-Chi movies. It’s also implied she knows the secret behind the rings (the signal that it sent out at the end of the first Shang-Chi movie).

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Happy Holidays (Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader) - Chapter 16

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Kate and (Y/n) make their way up to the apartment, (Y/n) watching their six.

“We’re at the door,” (Y/n) tells Clint.

“We’re good,” he replies, looking through the apartment window with his binoculars.

(Y/n) places a cautious hand on Kate’s shoulder as the archer wiggles the contraption in the keyhole. Kate tenses when the lockpick stiffens, and she turns the doorknob and pushes the door open.

The door creaks as it swings open, and (Y/n) tenses, her grip tightening a little on Kate’s shoulder.

The two step into the room, (Y/n) close behind Kate, her senses on high alert - like her mother had taught her.

Always be aware of your surroundings, Natasha had always said, and (Y/n) had learned her mother’s craft, though not in the ways Natasha had been taught - and not like Mom had ever told me what had happened in her early life. (Y/n) shakes away the thought just as lights in the corners of the apartment flash.

Kate immediately pulls out arrows, firing at each of the lights, covering all four in a purple sludgy, goo.

“You okay?” Kate whispers, a frown etching her face at the distracted look on (Y/n)’s face.

“Hey, what was that?” Clint asks, having seen the flashing lights through his binoculars.

“I don’t know,” Kate replies, leveling her bow again. “There are, like, strobe lights attached to the wall.”

“What do you mean, strobe lights?” Clint asks.

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) replies, stepping silently towards one of the goo patches on the wall.

“Yeah, what do you see?” Clint questions.

“What’re we looking for?” Kate asks and (Y/n) hums her agreement.

“A watch, vintage Rolex,” Clint answers, and (Y/n) and Kate begin to search the kitchen and living room of the apartment. “Belongs to someone I used to work with.”

“Is it Mom’s?” (Y/n) wonders aloud, confused as to who Clint could be talking about.

“No, it was someone before Nat,” Clint replies, and (Y/n) grows more confused.

“Is that the whole story, Clint?” Kate asks, seeing the confused look on (Y/n)’s face.

“They’ve been out of the game for a long time,” Clint says, “but their identity is still attached.”

“They?” (Y/n) wonders aloud.

“Hmm,” Kate hums. “And if the Tracksuits find out about it?”

“It would blow their cover,” Clint replies. “Good-bye, friend.”

“Hey, (N/n (nickname)),” Kate murmurs, and (Y/n) looks over, thankful for the darkness so Kate couldn’t see her flushed cheeks.

“You find it?” (Y/n) asks.

“Mmm hmm,” Kate pockets the Rolex, and sees SHIELD, the SHIELD emblem, and Agent 19 engraved on the back.

“Agent 19,” (Y/n) reads. “Is this Bobbi’s?” (Y/n) asks Clint through the COMMs. “Isn’t she Agent 19?”

“She is, but she took it from my friend when they retired,” Clint replies.

“Hang on a minute,” Kate spots a notepad a few feet away on another counter. “Somebody, somebody is taking notes on your family, Clint. And, uh . . .” Kate’s voice falters, and she shows the notepad to (Y/n).

“What?” Clint asks, and (Y/n) can hear his frown of concern.

“Clint Barton,” (Y/n) reads, “wife, Laura; daughter, Lila - age fourteen - son, Cooper - age sixteen - son, Nate. Niece - in quotation marks - (Y/n) Romanoff, age twenty-two.”

“Kate. (Y/n). Get out of there now,” Clint orders and (Y/n)’s gaze darts across the apartment.

“What? Why?” Kate asks, lifting her bow and nocking an arrow.

“That light’s an alarm. It’s a silent alarm for people that can’t hear,” Clint tells the two young women inside the building.

“Oh, my god,” Kate mutters, catching sight of the picture frames on the console table.

“That’s Maya’s apartment,” Clint says. “All right, I’m coming -” Clint’s voice is cut off by a grunt, and all of (Y/n)’s instincts scream - RUN!

“Kate,” (Y/n) turns to the archer beside her, whose eyes had widened with terror.

“C-clint? W-what’s going on?” Kate’s voice quavers and (Y/n)’s heart clenches with pain.

Kate doesn’t even really see what happens next, but the next thing she sees is (Y/n) and Maya fighting, trading heavy blows.

A particularly harsh blow to the face makes (Y/n) recoil, blood pouring from her - now - broken nose.

“Maya’s here,” Kate rasps, stepping forward to meet Maya.

“Yeah,” Clint grunts in reply. “I can see that.”

“Then why didn’t you tell us?” Kate questions, pulling (Y/n) back as to avoid more injury.

“I did,” Clint replies as Kate blocks an attack from Maya.”Maya’s on the roof with me.”

“No, Maya’s definitely here,” Kate chucks a vase at Maya, but it misses and shatters against the wall.

Maya lands a blow, punching Kate in the face and (Y/n)’s face grows hot with anger.

“A little -” Kate starts but (Y/n) moves to meet Maya again. (Y/n) blocks a kick to the ribs with a hand, and stumbles slightly, and she kicks (Y/n) back into the couch and she flips over the back, her head smashing into the coffee table.

“Give me a second,” Clint replies, grabbing his bow. “Incoming.” Suddenly, there is a sound of a large metal object hitting the side of the apartment, and (Y/n) shakes the dizziness from her head, and stares at the zipline leading to the rooftop across from the building. “Get on the zipline,” Clint tells the young women.

“Kate, let’s go,” (Y/n) says, pushing Kate towards the open window, having to dodge multiple attacks from Maya to get Kate to the broken window safely.

Kate turns, about to ask whether (Y/n) wanted to go first, but then she sees the blood trickling from the back of her head.

“Go, now,” (Y/n) orders, tossing Kate her bow and pushing her towards the window.

Kate listens, using her bow to slide about halfway down the zipline before the angle is so shallow that she can no longer slide down.

(Y/n) lets out a curse, grabbing the end of the zipline, pulling down slightly, increasing the tightness of the rope, and allowing Kate to slide the rest of the way down.

(Y/n) looks around now for something that she could use - as Kate had used her bow - but then she looks at her gloves before she just goes for it.

(Y/n) stares at the woman in the mask, and the woman lifts a gun.

Clint panics slightly, stepping between the woman and (Y/n).

Someone kicks both Clint and the woman back - Maya had joined the rooftop fight.

Kate lets out a harsh grunt of pain as her bow is thrown to the side and she stumbles back, falling to the ground.

Maya glowers at the masked woman, and they start fighting each other for a moment - enough time for (Y/n), her mask now pulled up over the bottom half of her face, to move over to help Kate to her feet.

Suddenly, a bright red light distracts (Y/n) from Kate, and she looks up to see the masked woman having lifted her arm, shooting what (Y/n) could only describe as her mother’s Widows Bites - just red - at Maya. The deaf woman flies backwards, landing on her back.

Kate had moved faster than (Y/n) had realized, because when (Y/n) looks back over to the masked woman, time seems to slow.

The masked assassin spins around Kate, and time seems to slow even more when the woman throws Kate off the building.

(Y/n) freezes completely, collapsing to her knees, and she’s thrown a memory. The memory.

“Under totally different circumstances, this would be totally awesome,” Clint says, and (Y/n) smiles slightly, taking her mother’s hand.

. . .

Natasha lets out an annoyed groan, “I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain.”

“Technically, he’s not a raccoon, you know?” (Y/n) grins at her mother.

“Oh, shut up,” Natasha ruffles her daughter’s hair and (Y/n) swats her hand away, looking exasperated - but amusement flashes in her eyes. “He eats garbage.”

“Welcome,” a voice echoes, and all three snap into action - Natasha draws both pistols, Clint draws a sword, and (Y/n) pulls out one pistol.

“Natasha,” a cloaked figure rasps. “Daughter of Ivan. Clint. Son of Edith.” The figure seems to turn towards (Y/n), standing lightly to the left of Clint and Natasha. “(Y/n). Daughter of Natasha.”

“Who are you?” Natasha snarls, the two older Avengers stepping forward to block (Y/n) from the cloaked figure’s view.

“Consider me a guide . . .” the cloaked figure replies, “to you . . . and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”

“Oh good,” Natasha replies sarcastically. “You tell us where it is, then we’ll be on our way.”

The cloaked figure mutters something in German that neither of the Avengers can make out. “If only it were that easy.” The man swishes towards the edge of the cliff. “What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear.”

(Y/n)’s chest tightens as she looks over the side of the cliff. Natasha slides a pistol into a holster, and closes her hand around the back of (Y/n)’s suit.

“The stone’s down there,” Natasha rasps.

“For one of you,” (Y/n) realizes that the cloaked figure was the Red Skull. She’s heard stories. “For the others . . . In order to take the stone . . . you must lose that which you love.” (Y/n)’s jaw clenches. “An everlasting exchange,” the Red Skull continues. “A soul for a soul.”

. . .

“How’s it going?” Clint chuckles nervously, pacing around the top of the massive rock. “Jesus.”

(Y/n) sits beside her mother on another rock.

“Maybe he’s making this shit up,” Clint says aloud.

“No,” (Y/n) says, the first time she’d spoken in the half hour of shock that had gripped the three Avengers. “Remember what Rocket said? He said that Thanos took his daughter, Gamora, and he got the stone, but she never came back.”

“I think we both know who’s not sacrificing themselves,” Natasha says, and she and Clint meet gazes.

(Y/n) glowers at her mother for a moment, then she gets to her feet, making her way back over to the edge of the cliff to look down at the steep drop.

“Whatever it takes,” Natasha murmurs, though it was loud enough for the others to hear.

A look of disgust flickers over (Y/n)’s face - not at the prospect of her mother possibly sacrificing herself to save the world, but the fact that she might have to live without her mother. I won’t let her sacrifice herself, (Y/n) comes to the conclusion. Mom’s a more important figure to the world than I will ever be. It has to be me.

“Whatever it takes,” Clint replies, his eyes straying past (Y/n) to the abyss beyond.

Natasha glances over at Clint, then rises to her feet. “If we don’t get that stone . . .” Natasha’s voice is softer, so that (Y/n) can’t hear, “billions of people stay dead.”

“Yeah,” Clint replies.

“Then I guess we both know who it’s gotta be,” Clint mutters.

“I guess we do,” Natasha replies, her gaze strays to her daughter, who is still looking down at the drop. Her chest tightens at the thought of having to leave her daughter alone, but the only thing that she can think is that Clint’s kids - her niece and nephews - were younger. That had to be enough.

Clint reaches out, taking Natasha’s hand, squeezing it gently.

“I’m starting to think we mean different people here, Nat,” Clint mutters.

“For the last five years, I’ve been trying to do one thing,” Natasha replies, but Clint holds up his other hand to stop her. “To get here. That’s all it’s been about. Bringing everybody back.”

“No, don't you get all decent on me now,” Clint replies.

“What, you think I wanna do it?” Natasha asks. “It can’t be her,” Natasha can’t look at her daughter again, knowing what she was about to do. “I’m trying to save you and her, you idiot.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you to save me,” Clint pulls his hand from Natasha’s. “How’s that? Natasha, you know what I’ve done. You know what I’ve become.”

“Oh, I don’t judge people on their worst mistakes,” Natasha replies.

I’m sorry. I love you, (Y/n) thinks, takes a deep breath, and steps over the edge.

Though it felt like years, (Y/n) had only been stuck in time for a few seconds. She scrambles to her feet, and sprints to the edge of the building, her mask slipping down to hang around her neck.

Her chest untightens as she realizes that Kate hadn’t hit the ground - she was being suspended about twenty feet above the ground by a wire.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” (Y/n) mutters, staring down at Kate.

“Pull me up!” Kate cries, and Clint runs over to the edge of the building.

Clint simply reaches down, grabbing the wire keeping Kate suspended in the air. A split second later, Clint severs the wire with his knife, sending Kate through a collection of string lights below. “Get outta here,” he calls down to the young archer, now lying on her back on the ground.

Kate lets out a frustrated huff, and storms off.

(Y/n) lets out a grunt as a figure pulls her back, and she hits the cement rooftop. She springs to her feet, getting distracted by the slamming of a door.

Before anything can happen, an arrow blasts everyone to the ground, including the archer the arrow had come from - Kate Bishop.

There is a high pitched ringing noise, and the masked figure shakes their head.

Kate rises to her feet, and Maya joins her, kicking the archer back and over the courtyard gap.

Kate’s back hits the edge of wall, and she lets out a yelp of pain. Kate gets to her feet, leveling her bow, and pointing it at Maya. WIthin the next five seconds, an arrow is imbedded in Maya’s shoulder.

Maya meets Kate’s gaze for a moment, before she pulls the arrow out of her shoulder, running for the edge of the building and jumping onto the rooftop of a lower building.

(Y/n) runs towards the masked figure, and she and the woman - (Y/n) assumes - trade blows, as if they’d had similar training.

(Y/n) rips off the woman’s mask, and then gets electrocuted by what she again guesses is a Widow’s Bite. She grabs at her neck.

The woman stands, her back to Kate, but then at the sound of Kate’s bow, being drawn, turns around.

The blonde woman shakes her head slightly at Kate, and the archer loosens the bow. She fires a grappling hook at the roof of the building and the blonde woman repels down the side of the building.

Kate runs to (Y/n)’s side as she pulls the remains of the electric webbing from the side of her neck.

Kate’s touch is gentle as she tilts (Y/n)’s head to the side to see the damage.

“Who the hell was that?” Kate asks.

“You don’t want to know, Kate,” Clint replies.

“I cannot be your partner if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” Kate replies, helping (Y/n) to her feet.

“You’re not my partner. Do you understand that?” Clint snaps, startling (Y/n) slightly. “You never were. Neither of you.”

(Y/n)’s expression hardens. “Excuse me?”

“Someone has hired a Black Widow assassin,” Clint replies.

“Fuck,” (Y/n) mutters. Now she knew why her and the woman’s fighting moves were so similar.

“This has gotten very real, very quickly,” Clint backs farther away from the two young women. “So I’m doing this alone.”

“No, you’re not,” Kate replies, and (Y/n) sees Kate’s eyes watering - as though she was about to cry. (Y/n) takes Kate’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Look, I know that tonight didn’t go as planned, but we chose to be here. I understand the risk, I understand all of that.”

“I’m not gonna do it,” Clint’s jaw tightens. “D-do you hear me?” There is a moment of silence and he says again, “Do you hear me?”

Clint moves towards the two young women, to grab his backpack. “Go home. It’s over.”

Kate goes to pull her hand away from (Y/n)’s, but (Y/n) just tightens her grip in Kate’s. The young archer looks surprised for a moment, but she allows (Y/n) to pull her away.

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Fics With Titles That Start With C Masterlist 2

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Camellias, Forsythias, Orange and Lavender Roses, and White Violets (ao3) - Ralkana clint/phil T, 4k

Summary: It was just a regular day in Clint's shop, and a flirty encounter with a handsome customer.

Now, how can Clint make sure it happens again?

Can't Blame Me For Secretly Hoping (ao3) - agentx13 sharon/steve G, 21k

Summary: After Natasha tries so hard to set them up, Steve and Sharon decide to get one over on her and prove once and for all that they aren't meant to be together. Naturally, not everything goes according to plan.

Caring for a Human (ao3) - The_Winter_Writer tony/thor N/R, 2k

Summary: There was a constant low level fear that had settled at the back of Thor's mind. Humans were a fragile race, though constantly trying to hide that fact, and Thor hated the reminder of it in Tony’s exhausted eyes. He hated how the sight of fever flushed cheeks and the sound of a raspy voice made that fear slam to the front of his mind.

Casino Royale (ao3) - maybek8e peggy/steve T, 43k

Summary: A ruthless killer. A legendary lover. And the world’s only hope against total annihilation. When Agent Margaret Carter, recently awarded her Double-Oh status for the extermination of two important threats, is sent into a high-stakes poker game against a criminal known only as the Red Skull, she isn’t entirely pleased to have an American pretty-boy as her only back-up on the job. But Steve Rogers isn’t just the money—he’s an important ally. And by the end of it all, Steve might be all Carter has to keep her alive.

Castigatio (ao3) - justanotherStonyfan steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: “So explain to me,” Steve says, “and I mean give me one good reason I should let you get away with that shit you pulled today.”

Catching Lightning in a Bottle (ao3) - sabrecmc steve/tony M, 120k

Summary: College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

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Catch Your Voice (ao3) - lavvyan clint/phil T, 14k

Summary: Clint keeps telling himself he's not obsessed with Coulson. From the way Natasha keeps laughing at him, she's not buying it either. But it's only a crush if you know what the other guy actually looks like, right?

Cherish the Living (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony E, 49k

Summary: Tony grew up on stories of the time before the virus, but that’s a world that’s long ago and far away. He now travels a route between the various walled settlements, trading goods and repairs for bread and board, and carrying news from one villa to the next. It’s a dangerous life, but one he’s used to and well-suited for. That is, until a cluster of zombies gets the drop on him.

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cherry red as sweet as sin (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) clint/phil E, 3k

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Summary: Steve needs a boyfriend to his family's Christmas dinner to help prove to his homophobic dad that his sexuality is "not just a phase". Sam offers to be Steve's fake boyfriend.

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Coffee Spoons and Fish Fallacies (ao3) - 27dragons bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: Harley and Peter think their dads would get along great, since both of them are uber nerrrrrds. They set up a date, and eagerly await the outcome.

Cold as the Night (ao3) - whatcolourmyeyes darcy/loki, jane/thor T, 27k

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Summary: When they found the time capsule with Steve’s old Captain America costume and Peggy’s SSR uniform, Bucky didn’t think that they would be using them for sex games. He should’ve thought that, because this is him and Clint, and this is who they are. But it honestly didn’t cross his mind until Clint fingered Peggy’s tie thoughtfully and said, Bet you’d look good with red lipstick smeared across your face.

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Uhm... hi! Lore for Stygian? It's like one of my top favorite fics and I have it downloaded on my kindle to read offline, I love it sm!

I’m glad you love it so much. :)

I was working on this for two+ hours and then my internet crashed and deleted everything. Which. :/ Good and terrible. I do not want to restart. I’m exhausted. I need to sleep. Terrible because I worked so hard on it.

Good because. Well.

Moment of honesty here. As I was going through lore for this, I came to the realization that the reason I hate Stygian so much has less to do with the writing style and more with how deeply, deeply traumatizing this section of my life was when I was writing it. Reading over the chapters was actually greatly distressing. Love the story’s concept. Hate the story itself because of what was going on at the time.

I have severe c-pstd. This story has unfortunately turned into a massive trigger and I had no idea until now. Reading through some of the thoughts or the scenes was really, really hard. I was skipping entire sections of the story in the lore collection TM to avoid this. I’m fine with discussing the story as a whole, but the moment we start to dissect this and read specific lines is when I start to fall apart emotionally.

As for what this means for Death Must be Lonely Like I Am, fingers crossed it’s different enough to not trigger me as badly as this did.

I apologize that I can’t give as much lore for this fic as I could the others.

Here’s as much as I can think of in a bullet-pointed list in ten minutes and then I’m going to go to bed.

The entire story was planned in a notebook by hand with colored pens

There was no reason for Steve to be in the basement with Tony in chapter 3(?), tony just pulled him down there to get him out of guard duty

I did not know how to drive when I wrote the car chase

I researched washing machines for like an hour before writing the scene where Laura was asking advice from Clint

I fully embraced the tropes of hte time because they were fun and I wanted to work with them

English being the common-tongue on Asgard is the shittest thing I’ve ever read my past self doing.

i had a thing against all-speak when I wrote this

I want to formally apologize to Deaf people for how I portrayed Clint as a deaf person

Loki and Tony were always going to bond over the Void

Everyone had a meticulous character arc that I planned out with SO MUCH FREAKING DETAIL

The first chapter is not the actual first chapter, it’s an edited version from a year later

I did not originally intend for them to ever go back to Clint’s mental health hospital, it was a happy accident

Alexander Pierce was supposed to visit the Raft with them in chapter 1

the reason the Avengers get kidnapped and shipped in a van across the country is because I watched The Gifted

The grand reveal of Loki’s scars was - no joke - originally going to happen because Clint would dump boiling water on Loki

I found the Avengers chilling in the kitchen to be very comforting

I wrot ethe scene where Lila and Cooper find Steve and co by hand at first

I think I originally misspelled Lila’s name as Lilia, and if not in this fic it was another one

i was still using cats as a curse word, WHY is a story for another time and related to me getting bullied/harassed off of my first ff.net account

my memories of this are fuzzy, but i THINK that I uploaded a majority of Stygian all at once. Like chapters 1-10 were posted in a day. Or that was Append? I have no idea honestly. One of hte two.

I had already started Stygian when I got my a03 account though

Yes, loki has his sight back at the end of the story

God the actual deity is in this

Lila’s cat obsession was based off of my younger sister

I wrote the chapter where they wake up on the Barton farm while co-watching a sherlock holmes tv series (not Elementary or BBC Sherlock. An older version I can’t remember the name of right now)

The Avengers hunting each other through the Tower was inspired by not one but TWO separate fics where this happened

No one visited Loki while he was in the cell. That’s why he still had the muzzle on. Everyone was too afraid of him to approach the cell

Bucky being there was one of the base ideas for this. He was always going to be in the fic. He has a bigger role in DMBLLIA.

The narrative parallel of the Avengers saving Loki from the Raft and Loki saving them from HYDRA was built into the plan

someone yelled at me recently (in comment form) about how Bruce not feeling guilty about hurting Loki in chapter 8 was proof he was a psychopath even though the conversation was about not taking guilt for things that aren’t your fault. this was kinda funny.

I might add to this tomorrow, but who knows. I am going to bed.

asks about any of the bullet points if you want more information should tentatively be okay? if they’re not I’ll let you know.

#stygian #answered #anon #me as person

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Iron Fam Encanto AU Bonus Content

Here’s a bunch of stuff from the Starks Don’t Shine They Burn universe that didn’t fit in the original post.

(Yes, I know it’s been awhile, hush)

It’s pretty long.

This AU has a much more ambiguous setting, since I could not justify having this set in Colombia with the amount of white people in this AU and didn’t know what other real life location would make any sense.

Like in the movie, the house in this AU is still called Casita and their sheltered town is still called the Encanto.

The mountains surrounding the Encanto are rich in metal ores. (Because it’s the Iron Fam and Tony needs a good supply of materials)

The birth order of the triplets is: Tony, Stephen, Carol. Mostly because I can’t picture Stephen as the youngest of the three and what I’ve seen of Carol has younger sibling energy.

James “Rhodey” Rhodes starts as Tony’s best friend. He becomes friends with all the triplets before he and Carol fall in love and get married. He and Tony are still best friends though.

One of the reasons he’s nicknamed Rhodey is because Howard and Maria got emotional when they learned that their son befriended someone named James (Like James “Bucky” Barnes).

Wanda Maximoff lives in the town and is Vision’s longtime best friend. They’re also pining for each other, but since Vision’s so busy using his gift to help the town they don’t have time to confess their feelings for each other.

Pietro and their parents are also alive and living in the Encanto.

They own a bakery or something like that.

There’s not really a Mariano character in this AU (like how Isabela was expected to marry him while Dolores was in love with him). Mostly because I forgot about him when choosing characters for this AU (Sorry Mariano, I do care about you). There also aren’t really any MCU characters that both Nebula and Monica know besides Carol Danvers, who’s their mom in this AU. I also didn’t think a Dolores style romantic arc works well with Monica’s character. I’ll probably have to figure out a suitor for Nebula so the dinner scene has a possibility of working.

Suggestions welcome.

The Dolores Confession verse in “All of You” is replaced with a Wanda confession verse in this AU.

Other residents of the Encanto include:

The Maximoffs (as mentioned before)

Oleg, Iryna, Pietro (20) and Wanda (20)

The Bartons

Clint, Laura, Cooper (15), Lila (13), and Nathaniel (5)

Bruce Banner (The Town Doctor)

Helen Cho (The retired/former town doctor)

Natasha Romanoff

(Peter’s friend) Michelle Jones (16) and her parents

(Peter’s friend) Ned Leeds (16), his parents, and his grandmother

Elderly Peggy Carter and her husband, son, daughter, and presumably grandchildren.

Her brother Micheal Carter, his wife, son, and grandchildren, including Sharon Carter (26)

Peter Quill (Early thirties)

Gamora (Late twenties)

Drax and his wife and young daughter

Mantis (Early twenties)

Darcy Lewis (20)

Jimmy Woo (21)

Harold “Happy” Hogan

Sam Wilson (Mid-twenties)

Assorted others

Not any Asgardians though, since they technically have their own magic it wouldn’t make sense for them to be here.

For those of you wondering what the in-universe reason is for a character being named “Vision” when a different character has actual visions of the future, my explanation is that one day when Pepper was like seven months pregnant with him (and Carol was like three months pregnant with Monica), Stephen has a vision about the birth of Tony and Pepper’s baby, which involves a midnight thunderstorm and a c-section, and inorder for both Pepper and the baby to survive Tony has to make a medical instrument that will limit the danger of a c-section. After the baby is born safely, Tony and Pepper (mostly Tony) name him Vision to honor the vision that saved him.

The other kids also have interesting births that (except Morgan) Stephen saw in a vision.

Nebula was born during a meteor shower with Aurora Borealis.

Monica came into the world with a rainbow.

Peter was born during a windstorm violent enough to fling the windows open in the birthing room.

Harley was born during a solar eclipse.

Morgan was born at sunrise to the rooster crowing, all the birds, chirping, and other animals making their morning noises.

I feel like Monica’s gift should be explained more. My main inspiration is this part of her Marvel Wiki article. The basics are that she can see different energies and across the electromagnetic spectrum, including a form of x-ray vision. Her eyes glow different colors based on what kind of sight she’s using/what she’s looking for.

Nebula still has a prosthetic arm in this au. The story is that a beast of some sort bit it off, when she was exploring the woods when she was around ten (age is subject to change), and chewed it to pieces. She manages to kill the beast with her gift, though doesn’t save her arm. Her Uncle Tony makes her a metal prosthetic arm that she sometimes uses her gift to manipulate into different forms.

Other possibilities to come, this is all I have for now. Will update when I have more.

I have some ideas of how some of the songs can be rewritten for this au, although if anyone has any ideas for lyrics feel welcome to share them. I may post the rewritten songs at some point.

I also used a dress-up game to give some idea of what the family looks like/how everyone's dressed that I may post if anyone’s interested.

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