#execution-empress

“You betcha.” *FINGER GUN NOISES*

Omg where? Link!

Here it is! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMKheyDdLsg

omg sometimes those are the best matches, even if they fail! it’s totally amazing when everyone on the team (even sometimes the match) can mutually decide to do something absolutely strategically stupid just for a good laugh

I've heard it was good. Recommended I take it? What is it about?

Putting this under the cut ‘cause I have no idea how to describe it without SPOIERS!

Eee, yay!  Thanks for asking bb!

7. How much do you like symbolism in your fics?

I don’t think I use it much, at least not consciously.  I haven’t really written in so long I’m sure there’s some, but it’s not something I focus on a lot. 

11. What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

omg so many. I have all these ideas for massive group stories, except I don’t tend to write multi-chapter fic.  Like I wanted to do something like Love Actually, with interconnecting stories of all the characters in an AU setting, but so much work!  lol

15. Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!

So I’m actually really trying to write a post CW fic that’s canon compliant, but fixes and explains away the stupid, character assassinating shit.  It’s gonna take forever, will be multichapter, and will likely never be finished, but I’m picking at it. I’m really nervous about posting this, this is unfinished and not even the best part, but here’s a snippet:

It was deathly quiet in the house, andthe air felt thick and balmy around them.  For a long time he didn’tspeak and she didn’t prompt him, at least not verbally.  Shifting abit in her seat, she rested her knee against his, just the barestform of contact, but it was enough.  His shoulders sagged and hebreathed deeply.  “Signed the divorce papers in prison, so it’sofficial and everything,” he began.  She didn’t say anything, andhe didn’t expect her to.  “You’re gonna think I’m a horribleperson but… it’s almost a relief.”

She could tell how much it pained himto admit that, so she leaned a little closer, her shoulder brushinghis.  “I don’t think you’re a horrible person,” she saidsincerely.

“Nah, I guess you wouldn’t,” hesaid.  If anyone understood him it was her.  She had been therethrough the years, had seen how he had changed, how his family lifehad changed.  At the time she hadn’t thought about it, had justchalked it up to the strain of him spending so much time away, butnow she knew better.  Slowly the pieces were all coming together andcreating a much different picture of the family she had thought soperfect.  Maybe she had just wanted them to be perfect and happy. Maybe she had needed that for more reasons than she waswilling to admit right now.  “The thing is, it’s official nowbut… it’s been over for a long time.”

She thought she knew that too, so againshe only nodded, barely perceptible.  

Sorry! I meant to post a reply before you got back. I think it’s for me but I’m trying to get the right gif. Damn giphy and damn twitter.

“What about streamers?”

“No.”

“Party hats?”

“No.”

“Well, you gotta have cake and ice cream.”

“What are you, five?”

“What are you, five hundred?”

“Now you're not even making any sense.”

Clint stood in front of her, arms crossed and scowling, while Natasha tried in vain to ignore him.  She even stooped a little to his level by stretching out over the sofa and closing her eyes, as if the matter was settled and she was just going to sleep now.  Unfortunately for her, ignoring him didn't make him go away.

“Come on, Nat, it's your birthday!  You made it through another year and didn't die!  That's something to celebrate,” he said, switching tactics.  

With a heavy sigh she finally met his eyes. She could have accused him of just wanting an excuse to party, but she knew that wasn't true. Well, not entirely true.  He cared about her, and she could see in his eyes that this was important to him.  He really wanted to do something for her, to celebrate her and make her happy.  It really wouldn't be that much aggravation to give in, and it would make him happy.

“Okay, fine,” she reluctantly agreed, holding up a hand to stall him before he could celebrate too much.  “But keep it simple.  No party, no decorations.  Just the team, Chinese food, and a cake.” Noting his hopefull look she rolled her eyes though one corner of her lips twitched upwards.  “And ice cream.”

Clint let out a whoop, and pumped his fist into the air before running off with an ominous “you won't regret this!”  Now that she didn't believe.

~ * ~

When dinner time rolled around it was with great trepidation that Natasha made her way downstairs.  To her great surprise Clint had actually listened to her and honoured her requests.  There were no decorations in the living room and the only people gathered were the other Avengers.  She was relieved, but also slightly disappointed that he hadn't tried anything crazy.  It was a stupid feeling that she quickly ignored.

What Clint had done, though, was order all of her favourite dishes, so they lounged around the living room, eating Chinese Food and watching the 'Greatest Hits' video that Tony had compiled of her from the year's worth of news reports and training sessions.

They ate and they laughed, but no sooner had Hulk shoveled the last bit of food into his mouth when Clint was on his feet.  “Alright, everyone, to the kitchen for cake!” he exclaimed, and maybe Natasha should have been suspicious then, but it wasn't unlike Clint to be excited about food, so she thought nothing of it.  It wasn't until he had herded her into the kitchen ahead of all the rest that she realised she should have been more specific about the cake.

It was the gaudiest, most enormous cake she had ever seen, taking up almost the entire table and standing six tiers high.  “Each layer is a different flavour,” Clint informed her excitedly, running over to the freezer and removing half a dozen different containers of ice cream. “And ice cream to match each one!”

His excitement was infectious, and Natasha even let him hug her in front of everyone.  Of course this led to Thor thinking it was a tradition and hugging her also, so tightly that she could barely breathe, but when Hulk stepped closer she drew the line, claiming she had filled her hug quota for the year.

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