PAIRING: Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff (carolnat)
Summary: Soulmate AU.
Warnings: ????
Genre: Romance/Fluff
NOTE: Day 7 - Free day.
Count: 1239
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There’s someone in the world for everyone.
At least that’s what Natasha has been told.
She’s not really sure if there’s someone meant for her.
All her friends around her have seemed to have found their person during high school.
Now, at 30, Natasha still hasn’t found her person.
Of course, that hasn’t stopped her from having flings and casual relationships.
Natasha’s not even sure if she wants to find her person at this point.
From the way Wanda has described it, you instantly know when you meet your soulmate.
Your eyes connect, and it’s like everything in your world shifts on its axis.
Everything is your life changes because you know this is the person that’s made for you, who you’ll spend the rest of your life with.
Natasha doesn’t really like the thought of her life turning upside down because she meets a person.
Even if it is the person.
That’s why Natasha tends to wear really dark sunglasses no matter where she is to avoid having anyone looking into her eyes.
“I really don’t want to be here, just in case you were wondering,” Natasha grumbles, but Wanda merely rolls her eyes.
She’s hosting a Halloween party with Tony graciously letting them use his house (so, Tony’s hosting it basically).
“Yes, I’ve heard your grumbling many times. I’m very aware, and yet, I don’t care. You’re here, and you’re going to enjoy it,” Wanda tells her, and Natasha huffs.
It’s crowded, even for Tony’s place. She doesn’t recognize a lot of people.
She catches a hot blonde from across the room dressed as Britney Spears from her hit, “hit me baby one more time.”
It’s insanely sexy.
Natasha wonders if maybe she can get this blonde in bed with her for tonight.
The night continues on, and Natasha eventually finds the chance to talk to the blonde.
“What are you supposed to be?” The blonde asks as she eyes Natasha in the kitchen around the punch bowl.
“I’m a grumpy sexy person who has been roped into attending her friend’s party,” Natasha replies, and the blonde lets out a burst of laughter.
“Alright, does grumpy sexy person have a name?”
“Natasha,” she says with a smirk.
“I’m Carol.”
“I would say your name is Britney tonight,” Natasha jokes, getting another laughter from Carol.
“Any reason for the dark sunglasses in this already poorly lit house?” Carol asks, and Natasha shrugs.
“All part of the costume,” she jokes again, and Carol laughs but doesn’t pry anymore.
The night continues on, and Natasha finds herself having a really good time.
They partner up for beer pong and destroy Steve and Bucky.
They get competitive when they verse each other for flip cup, and Carol isn’t a sore loser when she loses.
They have great conversation, and it’s just been really easy for Natasha.
She doesn’t feel the pressure to do anything.
It just comes naturally.
She’s quite excited at the prospect of hopefully sleeping together by the end of the night and maybe staying friends (with benefits).
The party starts to die down as people leave for the night or pass out.
It’s just a group of ten or so of them left.
Wanda is giggling as she gathers both of them to a circle with a bottle in the middle.
“Wanda, we’re like in our 30s, you’re not seriously suggesting we play spin the bottle,” Natasha deadpans.
“Shhh!” Wanda shushes her with her fingers to Natasha’s lip.“We are playing it, and you will participate in it!”
With that, Natasha is forced to sit down next to Wanda, and Carol ends up sitting across the circle with her.
It seemed like strategic placing as it wouldn’t work out if Carol sat next to her.
“Spin the bottle and the two people either kiss here in front of everyone or go into the closet for 7 minutes!” Wanda announces.
The bottle makes its rounds, and Natasha can’t help but laugh at some of the choices.
There were some normal ones like Tony and Pepper, who Tony roped his wife into going into the closet.
There was Valkyrie and Thor, who opted to just kiss in front of everyone instead of going into the closet. Valkyrie playfully gagged after.
There were some interesting choices as well, like Steve and Tony, who kissed reluctantly, or Jane and Valkyrie who’ve barely talked but went into the closet.
Then, Carol spun the bottle and had it land right on her.
Natasha smirked.
Wanda was made kissy noises while Natasha rolled her eyes and got up.
The two of them got into the closet, and Carol laughed a little nervously while Natasha cleared her throat.
“So,” Carol started as a minute passed, and nothing happened. “Sorry, I should’ve given you the option to just kiss me and get it over with. We don’t have to do anything.”
Natasha nearly snorted out loud. She quickly crowded the other girl, grasping Carol’s jaw her in her hands.
“We should make good use of our time,” Natasha says before she claims Carol’s lips.
They both moan in surprise at the feeling.
It’s different.
Natasha can tell.
She’s not sure why, but it is.
Natasha doesn’t waste time thinking about such things as she kisses Carol with fervor, moving her lips against the other girl’s.
Carol returns the kiss with equal enthusiasm as she wraps her arms around Natasha’s midsection, pulling on Natasha’s leather jacket.
More.
Natasha needs more.
She pulls back from the kiss, biting Carol on her bottom lip just slightly before she starts peppering kisses along Carol’s neck.
Carol moans softly in her ear, and Natasha finds it’s the sweetest sound she’s ever heard.
There’s a nagging in the back of Natasha’s mind that she needs to slow down and think.
Because it feels different and she needs to find out why.
But Natasha doesn’t listen to it because she has a feeling in her gut, and she doesn’t want to find out if it’s true or not.
Natasha slips her hand underneath Carol’s rolled up shirt, caressing the skin there as she sucks on her neck, leaving a hickey there.
It’s not like Natasha to do such things, but she likes the thought of everyone knowing what she did to Carol.
It’s getting heated fast, and Natasha wonders if she can fuck Carol within a couple minutes before someone interrupts them.
She moves Carol, the other girl stumbling with the sudden movement, and they both find themselves toppling over.
Natasha and Carol yelp as they fall on the ground, Natasha’s sunglasses falling off her face and onto the floor as well.
“Ow,” Carol mumbles as she hit the ground first with Natasha on top of her.
Natasha begins to giggle, causing Carol to, as well.
She’s about to get off and find her sunglasses as she’s sure time is up anyways.
But then the door suddenly swings open with Wanda standing there with an eager smile.
The lights from outside temporarily blind Natasha as she winces her eyes to adjust.
But when she opens them, she looks at Carol mistakenly.
Natasha gets caught up into light brown eyes, as if she’s staring into the sunset, right in the middle of a meadow that Natasha’s never seen before. Yet, Natasha wouldn’t trade anything in the world for it because she suddenly sees home in Carol’s eyes.
It was stupid. So stupid. That was all Natasha could think the second her feet carried her inside of the carnival. The noise was all consuming, the sound of rides, prizes being won, music, the screaming children, was piercing in Natasha’s ear drums and her first instinct was to turn and get out of there as quickly as possible. The flashing lights were practically dizzying, not helped at all by the spinning of waltzers and the large Ferris wheel. The saw dust that had been spread liberally on the ground had done nothing to prevent the mud, and the red head couldn’t help but briefly mourn for her favourite pair of black boots. It was all a little ‘in your face’ for Natasha’s liking. And messy. And loud.
She was on the verge of letting out an over the top huff of irritation when a small child nearly ran into her legs, rolling her eyes as he didn’t even bother to apologise before breaking into a sprint and running off again. Natasha didn’t get a chance to complain though as her line of sight drifted from the young boy and landed on the woman walking beside her.
Carol often looked happy. In fact Natasha struggled to think of a time when she’d seen the other woman in a bad mood. Sure, Carol could be snappy at times and make the occasional mean remark but who didn’t? However when Natasha looked at her this time around, the red head found herself staring longer than usual. Carol was beaming from ear to ear, obviously unfazed by the chaos around her as she looked around in awe at her surroundings. Maybe it was the way the lights caught her face or maybe it was just Natasha’s imagination but the red head could have sworn that Carol actually looked like she was glowing.
She was so lost in watching Carol that Natasha hadn’t even noticed that she was no longer frowning. It wasn’t until Carol actually turned to face her, directing her wide grin at her instead, that Natasha realised she was smiling too.
“See, I told you that you’d like it here.” teased Carol.
Pursing her lips in an attempt to stop from smiling, Natasha stepped close enough to Carol that she could link their arms together. She rested a hand on the blonde’s bicep and squeezed gently as they continued to walk further into the carnival, “I don’t like it here, it’s a living nightmare.”
“Oh really? Then why are you smiling?”
“Cause you’re smiling.” answered Natasha, bringing her other arm up to take hold of Carol’s as she lowered a hand to intertwine their fingers.
Chuckling quietly, Carol turned to press a kiss to the top of Natasha’s head, “You’re cute.”
“Shut up.” mumbled Natasha, her words only making Carol laugh louder this time, “You have like, an infectious smile.”
Tilting her head so she could look down at the other woman, Carol grinned, “Good. I like infecting you with it.”
“So now that you’ve got me here and smiling no less, what are we going to do with our time?”
“Well...” Carol paused as she thought for a moment, looking around as she decided before tugging Natasha’s hand and leading them off to the side, “We’re gonna go shoot those guns and win all the prizes. Then we’re getting carnival food.”
Natasha shook her head with a laugh, “I feel like we could have stayed home if we were just going to eat food and shoot stuff.”
“Yes but then we’re gonna go make out at the top of the ferris wheel.”
“We are?”
Nodding her head and detaching her hand from Natasha’s, Carol wrapped her arm around the other woman’s shoulders instead, “You saying you don’t wanna kiss me?”
As they came to a stop outside of one of the carnival games, Natasha slipped out of Carol’s hold to inspect it for a few moments before turning back to the other woman with a shrug, “That depends, are you going to win me the big teddy bear?”
“That’s your price?” laughed Carol, stepping closer and eyeing up the targets you had to shoot down to win the game.
Natasha folded her arms with a smirk, “Oh you win me that bear and I’m all yours.”
Digging a hand into her pocket, she put the money down on the counter and turned back to Natasha with a grin, “In that case baby, you are so gonna get it after this.”
Posted for @carolnatweek‘s CarolNat Halloween Week, Day 5 prompt: Trick or Treat
Natasha shook her head as Carol weaved through the aisles of the Halloween store. "Look, there's cat ears. You'd look adorable as a kitty." Carol shot Natasha a look over her shoulder as she continued on. And Natasha couldn't help but note that Carol already looked adorable, costume or not. But she was not going to be a cat.
"Oh, look at these!" Carol ran her hand over fake machetes and swords with cheesy liquid blood contained behind clear plastic. Natasha didn't even have to comment before Carol was on to the next thing. "Oh. Weird." They had found the medical section, with doctor and nurse uniforms. Apparently it didn't strike Carol's interest as she sped by it.
Natasha smiled fondly. She has forgotten that Carol hadn't been Halloween shopping in a decade when she suggested they go together. Her girlfriend's usual distracted fascination was even more adorable today. But Nat was also on a mission. To find the sexiest, best costume so she could to show herself off to Carol. "You keep looking, babe. I'm gonna grab a couple things to try on." Natasha realized that Carol wasn't even in the same aisle as her anymore by the time she finished talking.
"Mmhmm," she heard Carol acknowledge her from the next row over.
Natasha chuckled, leaving her to her devices and browsing for something to accomplish her goals. She ended up grabbing a female Robin Hood and a medieval vampire costume. Taking them into the changing room, she pulled the curtain closed and worked on getting into the first one.
She liked the cut of the vest and hood for the archer costume. It also did a good job showing off all her curves, showing just enough to be sexy but subtle enough that she felt badass still. She was admiring the lacing on the back when Carol popped in without warning.
"Look what I found!" Carol brandished a flimsy, plastic Captain America shield. "We could go as Steve and Tony!" In her other hand was a similarly flimsy Iron Man mask.
Natasha turned around to face her. Carol's eyes went wide, her goofy grin growing "Oh. I see you already planned to go as a better-looking version of Clint."
Natasha looked back down at her costume, less excited about it now. "Oh. Yeah. It does look like that." She looked back up at Carol. "I am not wearing a mask," she raised her eyebrow at Carol's outstretched hand offering her the Iron Man mask.
Carol's grin didn't falter. She didn't actually expect Nat to be up for her idea. She bounded forward, kissed Natasha on the lips, then left just as quickly as she came in. Natasha rolled her eyes, then got to work trying on the second costume.
The vampire one was more complicated. Fishnets, a super short, leather skirt, and a red trimmed corset. The last bit did a wonder for her already full breasts, pressed up and out, looking two sizes bigger than usual. The red lipstick Natasha was already wearing made for a sinful accent, matching the corset's rose design. Her shoulders were completely bare. It was absolutely perfect.
Carol ripped open the curtain again, Natasha's name on her lips when she faltered, seeing her girlfriend's costume. "Oh," Carol's voice was low, almost a moan. She ripped her eyes from Natasha's body, her cheeks heating up as she finally made eye contact with amused, green eyes.
"You like it?" Natasha asked coyly, already knowing the answer.
"Wha---what is this?” Carol muttered. “When I was a kid, people threw a bedsheet over themselves and called themselves a ghost."
"You grew up in the '60s Danvers, not a Charlie Brown movie. There were sexy costumes back then, you were just too young to notice."
"Well...I'm noticing now..." Natasha saw the fire in Carol's eyes. One that she knew too well.
"Carol," Natasha's voice had a warning in it. One that Carol didn't heed.
She was in the small dressing room in an instant, having the decency to pull the curtain shut behind her. After that, she was on Natasha, using her body to press hers into the wall. Her lips instantly found Natasha's red ones, capturing her mouth in a kiss so rough, she smeared her lipstick. Her hands explored the corset, sliding over the ribbing and brushing over Natasha's swelling breasts before grasping them harder, massaging the tops of them as Carol swallowed Natasha's moans. When she pulled back for a breath, and to check that she did indeed succeed in smearing Natasha's perfect applied lipstick, Natasha managed to pant, "So you do like it, then?" With a smirk.
Carol decided that meant she really had to prove to Natasha how she felt about it. She used a little of her inhuman strength to pry open the top of the corset, earning a surprised gasp from Natasha, but Carol replaced her lips back on Nat's before she could reprimand her. Her hands were able to slide under the corset now, palming Natasha's breasts, enjoying the gasps that Carol devoured in their kiss. She pressed her hips against Nat's, thrusting them lightly, showing her what she wished she could do under that short little skirt, if only she had come prepared.
Carol didn't let that stop her though. After one final squeeze of Natasha's nipples under her fingers, she removed her hands from the drooping corset and down to Natasha's hips. She also pulled back from the kiss, both their pants filling the room as she used the hands on Natasha's hips to pull her into each of her thrusts.
Natasha's lips curled up into a little smile. "If I knew you had a thing for vampires, I would've done this--" Carol wanted to take Nat's breath away from her, not hear more of her sass.
So she did what any superpowered girl would do to her girlfriend: Carol lifted her by the hips until Natasha's core was at her mouth. Which may have meant Natasha's head was no longer covered by the curtain giving them privacy. But Carol was too focused on what was in front of her to check. And that wasn't her problem anyway.
She propped Natasha's thighs on her shoulders, using one hand to tear through the fishnet tights, easily dunking under the small bit of fabric pretending to cover Natasha's pussy, running her tongue along her swollen lips.
Natasha's protests were cut off by a deep groan, her hands digging into Carol's shoulders. Her hips canted forward into Carol's greedy mouth, lapping up all the wetness that had gathered during their kiss. Carol's hands went to press into Natasha's ass, massaging her under her hands and simultaneously pulling her closer to her spearing tongue. Natasha started thrusting her hips to the rhythm Carol has set, and Carol could hear Nat's breathing speeding up. She knew she was close. So she moved her mouth up to suck deep Natasha's swollen clit, teasing it with hard pulls until Natasha was bucking wildly into her. She came with a husky moan, her arms trembling as she held herself up. Carol made sure to clean up each drop before stepping back to lower her back to the ground.
"Guess we're buying this now," Natasha laughed wryly, looking down at the ripped corset and tights.
A/N: my (late) contribution to day 3 of carolnat week ( @carolnatweek ). i went with one fic, scrapped it last minute and decided to write another short one-shot, ended up with a 4k word monstrosity instead, oops.
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I.
The first time Carol meets Natalia, she’s eleven years old, and out on her family’s annual camping trip.
She’s sharing the tent with her brother, who wouldn’t stop snoring, and she can’t seem to go back to sleep no matter how hard she tries, so she unzips the flap and slips out into the darkness outside the tent. The air outside is cool and heavy with the promise of a thunderstorm later that morning, and she tilts her head up, enjoying the cold breeze against her sweat-slicked face. The inky blackness of the night is slowly giving way to daylight now, and she can see the faintest streaks of pink starting to make their way across the sky – the forest surrounding them seems much less foreboding in the early dawn, the hulking, almost-sinister shadows of the trees fading into a dull, misty grey, and she scrambles her way up the trunk of the oak tree just at the edge of the clearing, sprawling herself across one of its lower branches as she waits for the rest of her family to wake.
Years later when she revisits this memory, she’ll notice how eerily quiet it is – it’s a forest at dawn, but where there should be the quiet chirping of birds around them and the rustling of other animals – deer, racoons, or even wild dogs and coyotes – in the forest undergrowth, there’s nothing, not even the whispering of the leaves in the wind.
But now – she’s oblivious to this almost-unnatural wrongness surrounding her, and she’s just about to close her eyes and nap up in the tree when –
It’s so faint that she just barely picks it up – a high-pitched, shrill scream from somewhere deeper in the forest in front of her. She raises her head from her arms and blinks sleepily, thinking for a moment that she’s misheard, but –
No, there’s another scream, louder this time; Carol almost falls out of her tree this time at the sudden bolt of terror and panic that lances through her.
They live in the suburbs, and Carol rarely spends any time in the woods – but she remembers one day, two years ago, they’d travelled upstate to camp here at their usual grounds, and Carol’s father had brought them down the trail, following the sound of a panicked screaming until they’d come across a coyote, its paw caught in a trap.
“Illegal traps,” she remembers her father explaining to them, pointing it out to them a safe distance away. The coyote’s nearly frothing at its mouth from fear and terror, and her heart clenches as it tries to tug itself free once more, yelping in pain – there’s blood coating the rusty metal springs of the trap around its foot, and the fur on its leg has been rubbed red and raw. “They’re not s’pposed to trap coyotes this way.”
“Why?” her brother had asked, wide-eyed and curious.
“It’s cruel. They take too long to die.”
She doesn’t remember what happened to the coyote afterwards, but she does remember the way it had shrieked at them, all shrill and panicked and so very terrified – and she follows the same screams now, deeper into the forest, her heart thundering in her chest.
It’s not a coyote waiting for her at the end of the trail, this time ‘round. It’s a –
A girl.
It’s a girl, around her own age, with the sharp iron teeth of the coyote trap caught around her ankle, and she’s scrabbling at it, her fingers red and bloody; when she looks up at Carol, her eyes are wide and wild and so desperate that it knocks Carol backwards for a moment and steals the breath out of her chest.
The girl’s movements still, and for a long moment, she stares across at Carol, before the faintest baying of a dog in the distance snaps her back to the present.
“Help,” she croaks out hoarsely, reaching out to Carol, and Carol doesn’t question – she drops to her knees, reaching out for the heavy iron cuff locked tight around her ankle; she fights back a shudder at the sight of the cruel metal teeth embedded into the girl’s skin and instead runs her fingers around the edge, looking for the spring that will release the mechanism and set her free. She can feel the weight of her brilliant green stare on her as she works, and for one long, dreadful moment, she thinks that she’s gotten it wrong, that she’d be stuck in the trap until Carol arrived with more help, but the lock gives a quiet click and falls apart in her hands.
The howling is getting louder now.
Carol catches the girl in her arms as she stumbles out of the trap, lets her lean against her while she regains her balance, and can’t help but stare – she’s so pretty, she thinks. The early-morning sunlight filtering though the leaves catches against her bright red hair, turns it into a beautiful fiery-gold, brilliant against her pale skin, and there’s something unearthly about her that makes Carol duck her head, suddenly shy.
“Thank you,” she feels a hand, warm and hesitant, rest against her wrist. “You saved me.”
She shrugs, self-conscious. “It was the right thing to do…”
“Natalia.” Natalia smiles at her, holding out her hand, and in spite of herself, Carol grins back in return and takes it.
“I’m Carol. Danvers.”
“Well met, Carol Danvers.”
They stand there for a moment, smiling stupidly at each other, until a short, sharp bark echoes through the branches, and Natalia drops her hand, her smile fading away, and Carol doesn’t even get the chance to say goodbye before she takes three steps through the trees and dissolves into the forest.
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II.
The second time she runs into Natalia, she’s fifteen years old and traipsing through the forest after another argument with her parents; she crashes through the undergrowth, leaving a trail of mud and footprints in her wake as she fights her way to her spot at the bank overlooking the river. It’s where she likes to spend her time alone, away from the mess that’s the rest of the camp grounds; tourists rarely venture this far out into the woods anyway, and she enjoys the seclusion and the loneliness and the quiet here.
Except this time, she won’t be alone.
She spots Natalia as soon as she emerges from the trees and into the riverbank – it’s been four years, but she thinks that she’d recognise that red-gold hair anywhere. Natalia relaxes when she recognises Carol, waves a quiet greeting, and pats at the grass beside her in a silent invitation.
“Hello,” she begins simply, watching as Carol shucks her shoes aside to dip her toes into the gurgling river below. “Carol Danvers.”
“Hi, Natalia.”
They sit there quietly for a long moment, watching the rest of the forest pass them by – and Carol studies Natalia discreetly out of the corner of her eye, staring at the thick, angry-red and mottled scar that wraps around her left ankle, above the bone.
At least, she thinks she’s being discreet, but then Natalia turns and her lips twitch up into a knowing smile, and Carol can’t help the flush that rises up her neck and heats up her cheeks.
“You know, if you’re curious,” Natalia begins softly. “You can just ask.”
So Carol fishes her feet out of the water and draws her knees up to her chest when she turns to face Natalia, eyeing her. She’s wearing a thin, pale-grey dress today, slightly damp from the morning dew and the river, her hair pinned up into a long braid that reaches halfway down her back. Her shoes are nowhere to be seen, and Carol can’t help it – her gaze traces the raised red skin around her leg, and blurts out –
“Is that from the – “
“The trap, yes.”
“It looks…” She reaches out for a moment, half-wanting to touch, before pulling away, but Natalia doesn’t seem to mind; wrapping her fingers around Carol’s wrist, she tugs until her fingers are brushing against the cool skin. It doesn’t seem to hurt anymore – Natalia stiffens slightly, doesn’t react further when Carol runs her hand over the bumps and ridges marring her ankle, but Carol can’t suppress the shudder deep in her chest. “Gnarly.”
Natalia’s brilliant green eyes track her movements when Carol releases her ankle; she relaxes, her shoulders slumping as crosses her legs and tucks her feet under her, every single movement quick and neat.
“I don’t do well around iron,” she tilts her head, meeting Carol’s gaze.
“Allergies?”
Natalia laughs, the sound bright and happy. “I suppose one could put it that way, yes.”
They put away the topic for the rest of Carol’s trip, and Natalia shows her around the forest, brings her to all her favourite spots that Carol’s never seen before – there’s another clearing further away from the main trail where no-one ever visits, and a tiny waterfall upstream of the river, and another spot where they spend one entire afternoon otter-watching. She half-envies the way Natalia seems to stalk through the forest, silent and surefooted, the trees almost appearing to part way for her while Carol trips and stumbles over the root of every other tree they pass by.
“How d’you do it?” she’d grumbled, once, and Natalia had laughed, reaching out a hand to pull Carol back to her feet.
“Practice.”
The night before Carol goes home after summer, they’re sitting at the edge of the river, watching the fish dance their way between their legs, and Carol reaches out to grab Natalia’s hand.
“Spend the night with me,” she begs, half-crestfallen when Natalia shakes her head – she’d been having the time of her life with her, and doesn’t want to part ways just yet. “Please? We can have a sleepover and stay up all night and talk until I have to go.”
Natalia hesitates for a long moment, squares her shoulders, before nodding once. “Okay.”
It’s not hard to sneak Natalia past her parents and into her own tent – they’re already snug in their tent and half-asleep, and her brother barely looks up from his phone when they slink past, they collapse into a fit of giggles while Carol fumbles with the zipper, shutting them into their own little world together.
She reaches up to flick on the lamp swinging off the tent pole and blinks in the dim glow – Natalia’s face is suddenly inches from hers, and she swallows, feels the heat rising in her face and turns away hurriedly, hiding the flush across her cheeks.
“Here,” she pats at the ground beside her, and Natalia crawls over and settles herself beside Carol, and it suddenly strikes Carol how out of place Natalia looks, smiling at her all bright and graceful and so very ethereal against the dull, mundane backdrop of Carol’s daily life.
Natalia doesn’t share much, she’d learnt this days ago. She doesn’t talk about her home, or her family, or where she goes to school – but Carol is more than happy to fill the gap, telling Natalia about her brother (“He wants to go away for college after this year.”) and her parents (“My dad doesn’t like it much when I wander around out here.” “Why not?” “He thinks that girls should stay home and look after the house, but Mom tells him that he’s old-fashioned, so here I am.”) and her dreams (“I want to move out to the city one day far away from here, where my dad can never find me.”), the last thing she remembers telling Natalia is that she’d miss her when she goes back home before falling asleep.
When she wakes up the next morning, Natalia’s gone and she’s tucked neatly into her sleeping bag, and there’s no trace of the other girl left behind.
She takes a final glance back at the forest before her dad demands, impatiently, for her to get into their car.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
It’s three weeks later when Carol’s back at home, buried in a book about mythology before she nearly falls out of her chair when she reaches the section on fairies and fae folk.
She remembers the iron trap, its teeth buried deep in Natalia’s ankle, and Natalia’s comment, “I don’t do well around iron.”
“Allergies?” she had asked, and Carol groans, remembering the way Natalia had laughed, then; everything clicks into place suddenly, and she half-wishes she could return to the forest and seek her out and ask her if her suspicions are true.
God, I’m a fucking idiot.
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III.
Natalia turns up outside her tent the year she turns eighteen.
She’s in her tent alone this year – her parents had dropped the family tradition after her older brother had moved away to college, and although they’ve never understood her obsession with the forest, either, they haven’t stopped her from coming back without them in tow. Brunnhilde, in the tent next to hers, is still snoring away (it’s almost amazing, Carol thinks, how she can still hear her over the thunder and the rain drumming on the thick plastic canvas of their tents), and Carol’s about to close her eyes when there’s a sudden looming shadow and a quiet, insistent scratching at her tent flap that startles her so much, she’s out of her sleeping bag in a heartbeat, her knife in hand, half-tempted to cut her way into Brunnhilde’s tent and crawl in with her for comfort.
It takes her one long minute to calm down – because she’s not a wimp, okay, but it is a dark forest, and old forest, miles away from the nearest town, and she hears the legends that the locals in the town whisper about the things that stalk through the trees at night; when her blood finally stops thundering through her ears, she can hear the faintest whisper, barely audible over the sounds of the forest and the rain.
“Carol?”
“Natalia?” She blinks once, incredulously, then reaches out to undo the flap of her tent; Natalia half-crawls, half-collapses inwards and into her arms; she’s soaked through and shivering from the cold, her pupils wide and blown. The shadows outside her tent – usually so comforting and familiar – are suddenly strange and alien in the storm, and she zips up the tent hurriedly, squinting a little against the spray of rain against her face. It’s warm in her tent, and safe, and she fumbles with the knots, making sure that they’re secure before turning back to Natalia, who’s backed up against the corner and curled in on herself, and Carol feels a sudden spike of apprehension in her chest.
In all the time she’s known Natalia, she’s never seen her look so scared and small before. It makes her chest ache with a strange mix of protectiveness and longing, and she gives in to her heart, reaches out and pulls Natalia into her lap, ignoring the dampness that soaks through her pyjamas and to her skin, and strokes her fingers through the bedraggled wet strands of hair escaping from their usual neat braid.
“Nat,” she breathes, and Natalia buries her face into her neck, but her shivering has stopped, so Carol takes it as a good sign. “It’s okay, you’re safe.”
She doesn’t know how long they remain there, huddled together in the corner of her tent with Natalia wrapped up securely in her arms – it might have been hours, because she half-remembers hearing the storm pass overhead, the rain slowly fading into the distance, and half-remembers Natalia growing limp and slack in her arms, her breaths coming in steady puffs, tickling against the skin of her neck. She also remembers tightening her grip around Nat as she closes her eyes, half-afraid that when she wakes up, she’d find her gone again, leaving no trace of herself behind; but when the morning comes, and she blinks awake to find Nat still curled up in her arms, green eyes staring up at her, watching her as she’d slept.
“Y’know, it’s usually considered creepy to stare at people while they sleep,” her voice comes out hoarse and croaky, but Natalia doesn’t laugh – instead, she reaches out for Carol’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and Carol feels a rush of warmth bloom in her chest.
“Thank you,” Natalia whispers quietly, rubbing her thumb over the back of Carol’s hand. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Fairy-folk trouble?” The question spills from her lips before she can stop herself (though in her defence, her curiosity had been bubbling within her for years) – Natalia stiffens in her arms, slipping off her lap to sit across her, her face tight and drawn.
“You know.”
“I guessed,” she shrugs. “It wasn’t that difficult.”
“Then you should know that there are things that want to keep us out of your world – they chase us out, or hunt us down to kill us – “
“The hunters,” Carol murmurs, remembering the first time she’d met Natalia, and when Nat nods, she shivers, feeling sick and cold that the idea of grown men cornering Nat alone in the forest. “Why?”
“We guard the old places,” Natalia explains, her voice soft. “We stop people from hurting the land, and when we’re here, the old magic is strongest, and the forest thrives. Some people don’t want that, and they’re winning.”
“And when they do?”
“We go away.” Her eyes meet Carol’s, dark and tired and glimmering with unshed tears. “The magic leaves – it’s fading away even now, and the doorways between your world and mine will close, and I lose this place forever.”
A pause.
“I lose you.”
“No.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You can come with me, I’ll bring you up to my college and you’ll be safe there, they’ll never be able to find you and you don’t have to worry – “ she doesn’t even realise that she’s begun rambling until Natalia shakes her head.
“This is where I belong, Carol Danvers. If I follow you – I lose my magic. I lose this forest, I lose my home.”
“But I don’t want to lose you.”
They fall silent for a moment; Natalia doesn’t move away when Carol leans over and cups her cheek in her hand, brushing her thumb over her cheek before tilting her head up; she doesn’t say no when Carol hovers over her, before pressing her lips to Natalia’s in a slow, sweet kiss.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she repeats again.
Their argument goes nowhere for the rest of the summer – when Carol goes home after summer, she goes home with Brunnhilde and a promise from Natalia to write to her, whenever she can. Natalia comes to see her off, and Carol pulls her away from prying eyes.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I know.”
“Don’t forget – “
“ – To write, I know that, too.”
But the smile on Nat’s face is fond and soft, and Carol closes her eyes when Natalia pulls her into a hug, inhaling the sharp-forest scent that clings into her, before Brunnhilde presses on the horn once, twice, and then Carol has to let go.
– – –
Interlude:
Natalia keeps her word, and writes to Carol while Carol’s away at college, four states away; they’re long, rambling letters about how the trees are faring this year, and how many new birds hatched that spring, with precious little detail about how she’s faring, but Carol cherishes every single one of her words anyway, running her finger over the loopy cursive handwriting over the paper.
Carol keeps hers, and goes back to the forest every summer. It’s always a relief to see Natalia, sitting at the riverbank waiting for her – they never talk about the time slowly running out for them, and spend the time walking through the land hand-in-hand; she doesn’t even complain when Natalia decides to sit her down and braid the flowers she’s been picking into her hair.
“Come with me,” she tells Natalia at the end of every summer, holding her close, wishing that she can pull Nat into her and never let her go.
“You can’t make me choose between my home and you,” Natalia replies, and Carol never pushes her.
She kisses Natalia, long and sweet, before parting ways, always wondering, at the back of her mind, if she’ll ever get to see Natalia again.
– – –
IV:
She comes back alone for the last time the summer after she graduates from college, before she moves across the country and to New York for good; Natalia is waiting for her at her usual clearing this time, sitting on the oak tree at the edge of the clearing where Carol had spent so much time on, so many years ago.
“I heard you driving in,” she slips off the branch to greet her, and when Carol pulls her close, she notices with a rising concern that Natalia seems tired, now. Duller. The sharp scent of the forest doesn’t seem to cling to her as strongly as it did before, and it’s like whatever magic that had tied her to the other world had faded away, leaving something ordinary and human and mortal behind.
She pulls away slightly, meeting Nat’s eyes – they’re no longer that sharp, bright green that she remembers from the years before, but still brilliant all the same, and Natalia shrugs, giving her a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
“I’m coming with you.”
There’s a wild excitement that rises in Carol’s chest, before the accompanying guilt washes over her. “Nat, I – ”
“This forest is dying, Carol. The doorways are closing now, there’s just one left, and when it does – I don’t want to lose you.”
“Are you certain?”
And Natalia takes her hand, squeezes it once. “Yes.”
They spend the next week walking through the woods together at night. The heavy, otherworldly presence that used to hang over the trees is fainter now, and fading away, and it’s safe, Natalia tells her, for them to wander around, even without a lamp at night. She takes Carol down the winding path that leads to her home, but where there nothing there except a copse of trees, their limbs stunted and twisted into strange shapes by a force that Carol can’t begin to explain. They linger there, hand in hand, until the sun sets and the fireflies begin to emerge; there’s a weak glimmer amongst the trees, an odd, weak shimmer in the air, and Natalia watches it but doesn’t move, her face pale and determined, until it gives out entirely, and fades away into the darkness for the last time.
Carol opens her mouth to speak, but Natalia beats her to it. “Let’s go home.”
Home refers to the tent they share now – to the way Natalia curls up into her each night, her head tucked against Carol’s shoulder and their legs in a tangle under the sleeping bag. It’s the way Carol can relax, closing her eyes to the sound of Nat’s steady breathing in her ear, secure in the knowledge that Natalia had chosen her this time, had chosen to stay behind while the doorway back to her home had collapsed in on itself and shut, forever. It’s the way Nat works beside her, dressed in Carol’s old college t-shirt (which looks oversized on her), her red hair tied up in a loose ponytail, when they pack up Carol’s old car together and the way she reaches out for Carol’s hand, sitting in the passenger’s seat beside her.
Home is the car when Carol takes her long-planned road trip up from Louisiana up to New York, where she has a new job and a crappy apartment waiting for her with her name on the lease – but unlike in her plans, she has a passenger tagging along with her. Natalia’s in the seat next to her with the window wound down; the wind whips her red curls ‘round her face when she throws her head back, laughing at Carol’s terrible imitation of The Beatles when she croons along to Here Comes the Sun on the radio.
(She offers to drive, twice, after Carol nearly runs them off the road in the middle of the night, but Carol points out – rightfully – that she has no driver’s license, and Natalia had pouted until Carol had promised to teach her how when they’ve settled down in the city.)
It’s the way they dance around each other in the mornings, fumbling around, half-asleep, trying not to be late for work. Nat finds a job at the florist near their home, and it’s not much, but it’s a steady job that helps them afford their rent, and the old lady who runs it takes a liking to her immediately, gushing over how she manages, somehow, to bring even the sickliest plants back to life.
It’s also the way they lie together on their mattress at night, the windows thrown open to let the heat out, listening to the city pass by under them. It’s loud and chaotic and so very overwhelming – a far cry from the forest Natalia had lived in all her life, Carol thinks, half-guiltily, but as though sensing her thoughts, Nat leans over her, and presses a kiss to her lips, slow and soft and sweet.
“I chose this,” she touches her forehead to Carol’s, and Carol closes her eyes, her adoration for the woman curled up with her welling deep in her chest, almost too much to bear. “I chose you.”
When she opens them again, Natalia is still staring down at her, her green eyes warm and soft. “I love you.”
– – –
V:
A small family pulls up in a rental car in the campground in upstate New York. It’s the middle of summer, and the children – a pair of twin girls, both red-headed and green-eyed – scramble out of the car, half-wild with excitement, tugging at their mothers’ arms.
“Your mama and I met in a place like this, many years ago,” Carol tells her daughter, who wrinkles her nose slightly at the idea of her mother being young, once. She reaches out to lace her fingers with her wife’s. “Do you miss it?”
They had stopped by – a quick detour in a road trip back to Carol’s childhood home – a few years back, and the forest is gone, now, and there’s a new suburban town built in its place. Natalia tilts her head, considers her family for a moment, and shrugs.
PAIRING: Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff (carolnat)
Summary: Vampire!Carol. Natasha should’ve known better than to bite a vampire...but maybe she did know. Bottom!nat
Warnings: 18+ SMUTTY. Reader discretion advised. Strap-on, good girl kink, dirty talk?
Genre: Smut
NOTE: Day 3 - Supernatural AU (oct 27). I have like 500 vampire AU and no idea what to do with them. @captaincarolnat
Count: 1836
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It was an accident.
That’s what Natasha wants to say, but she knows it would be a lie.
It was Carol’s fault, really.
She’s been dating Carol for a year now, having known Carol was a vampire 6 months in when things started to get serious.
And yet somehow, they haven’t had sex still.
Natasha is a woman with needs. And what she needs is to be thoroughly and roughly fucked by her supernatural girlfriend.
Carol is more cautious about the aspects of having sex with a human. She fears accidentally hurting Natasha or accidentally biting her and changing her girlfriend before they even really had that talk.
So, she’s really been escaping and dodging when Natasha seems to be heading them towards sexual activities.
It’s annoying easy for Carol since she has superspeed to get away, but not this time...
2 hours ago...
“Yes, Carol, for the last time, I really do need help. I don’t know how I broke the TV, it just broke.”
Natasha adjusted the phone between her shoulder and ear. She could hear Carol contemplating coming over.
“Jeeze, you’d think my girlfriend would love spending time with me,” Natasha commented, and she could hear Carol sigh.
Not that she could blame Carol. Natasha has been unrelenting lately about sex. She was probably wearing Carol down.
Natasha can admit she’s been a real brat lately.
And she will continue to be one until she gets what she wants.
It isn’t until another half an hour that Carol shows up via jumping up onto her balcony and swinging in casually through Natasha’s open window.
“Show off,” Natasha rolls her eyes as Carol smugly smiles.
“Can’t help that I’m cool,” Carol says.
“You mean enhanced.”
“Same thing,” Carol waves her hand nonchalantly. “Anyways, what’s wrong with your TV?”
They walk over to Natasha’s TV.
“I don’t know, it just won’t turn on,” Natasha says as she shuts the door quietly.
Carol inspects it before she lets out a huge, aggravated sigh.
“Nat,” she says.
“Hmm?”
“The TV is just unplugged.”
“Oh,” Natasha croons as if she had no idea. “Well, I guess that fixes that.”
Carol turns around with an unimpressed look on her face.
Natasha simply sits on the edge of the bed, trying to pull her girlfriend over.
“Nat,” Carol sighs, “you can just tell me to come over, you know.”
“I feel like you’ve been reluctant lately,” Natasha points out.
“Yes, because you’re constantly misbehaving,” Carol counters back with a cock of her brow.
Natasha merely pulls her girlfriend onto the bed, starting with light kisses on her lips and cheeks.
“Well, maybe you should punish me then,” Natasha purrs, and Carol has to swallow the sudden flare of desire that Natasha keeps trying to stir out of her.
Carol wants to say something, but Natasha is still peppering kisses until she reaches Carol’s neck.
Carol instantly widens her eyes and tries to push her girlfriend back gently.
“Nat, wait--” Carol warns, but Natasha isn’t listening at all.
Natasha sinks her teeth into Carol’s throat hard, teeth scraping along the skin. Her blunt teeth don’t do much damage, but Carol feels it.
Natasha should know better.
Really, she should. Biting would have to be considered fucking sexual for vampires, but maybe that’s why she did it.
The reaction is instant with Carol. Pupils dilating, hitched breath, and her hands tightening on Natasha’s waist.
It was then that everything Carol had been trying to avoid became very apparent.
How soft Natasha felt, her sweet scent of lilac and nutmeg, how warm she felt. Carol could hear the blood pumping in Natasha’s veins, it was calling out to her, and it was like Carol’s skin was buzzing.
Natasha releases her teeth from Carol’s neck, and for a moment, Natasha thinks she may have fucked up when she hears Carol growl at her.
“Natalia,” Carol growls out, her voice low and rumbling, and Natasha bites her tongue.
“Wait, Carol--” Natasha tries to backtrack, hearing her real name, but Carol is having none of it now.
“You bit me,” Carol’s tone is neutral as she grouses it out, and Natasha is mortified.
Was Wanda wrong? Do vampires not like getting bitten?
“You bit me,” Carol repeats, and suddenly Natasha is pressed against the bed with Carol’s nose buried deep within Natasha’s neck, her tongue swiping out a long, languid lick.
Natasha’s breath hitches, and she’s sure she’s going to get what she wants.
“You’ve been a real brat, lately,” Carol mumbles against Natasha’s skin. “You wanna get fucked by me that badly, huh?”
God, Natasha felt a hot fire in her belly.
“Brats get punished, though,” Carol says, and suddenly Natasha’s vision is black as Carol removes her scarf to tie over Natasha’s eyes.
“Carol--” Natasha starts to say, but she’s cut off by her girlfriend.
“No noise from you,” Carol tuts, “don’t want to be gagged too, do you?”
Natasha’s unsure, but she complies for now.
Carol was usually gentle and accommodating with Natasha, but it was like Natasha has brought another side of Carol out.
She feels hands on her body before her clothes are ripped out, and she feels the cool air hitting her naked body.
Natasha gasps when she starts to feel Carol’s lips on her body, Carol stroking her arms all the way up until she lifted Natasha’s hands above her head. Natasha could hear a rustling of what sounded like Carol taking off her jacket before the garment was used to tie her hands together.
“God,” Carol purrs, “you smell so fucking good, Nat.”
Carol starts to tease her girlfriend’s body with light strokes, watching the muscles tense with fascination.
Her throat burned sightly.
Easing her way back to Natasha's neck, Carol inhaled deeply, half-growling. Her eyelids fluttered at the scent of her sweet, charming girlfriend.
“You’re mine,” Carol mumbled as she nipped at Natasha’s neck, shotting a hot electric bolt right down to Natasha’s core.
She was fucking dripping wet, and Carol could tell.
Her lips traveled up until Carol was hovering over Natasha’s lips.
“How bad do you want it?” Carol whispered, and Natasha felt her throat go dry.
Very badly, she thought.
“What is it exactly that you’ve been wanting? Must be something good if you’re willing to bite me,” Carol mulled.
“Did you want me to put my mouth on you? Eat you out until you beg me to stop?”
Natasha’s eyes screwed shut tighter, legs tensing as they wanted to clamp together, but Carol’s body preventing them from doing so.
“Or did you want my fingers?” Carol asked as if she was really having a monologue to herself.
Natasha’s hips nearly bucked up, feeling Carol’s slender fingers touch her sex, rubbing along the wet slit before circling her clit.
“I wonder how many fingers you could take right now? Three?” Carol teased the opening of her sex.
“Or did you want me to sweetly make love to you? Only good girls get that, and you’ve really been pushing my buttons lately,” Carol hummed.
It was driving Natasha insane. She was fucking dripping, and her stomach has an uncomfortable coil that she needed Carol to release.
She just needed something in her, God, she needed to come so fucking bad.
Natasha’s body was trembling and lifting for more.
But as soon as she thought Carol was going to give her what she needed, the weight on her body disappeared.
Natasha whined and was so close to cursing.
Carol wandered around the room, casually looking around her girlfriend’s room. She’s heard Natasha getting herself off, not realizing that her girlfriend could hear outside.
She would usually politely and patiently wait for Natasha to finish before pretending to just arrive.
Ah, Carol smirks.
She opens the second drawer from the bottom and cocks her brow. While she did see the toy Natasha seemed to regularly use on herself, she found something else interesting too.
Natasha froze when she heard a familiar buckle click into place and a firm pressure against her core.
“Well, aren’t you just absolutely naughty,” Carol taunts, sliding the strap-on against the entire slit of Natasha.
God, the pressure feels so good, Natasha thinks.
It’s so close, she just needs it--
“if you want it, you need to promise me that you’re going to be a good girl,” Carol says, rocking her hips, but just teasing the outside of what could come.
Natasha can’t even think, let alone make any promises. She moans brazenly and unashamed when she feels Carol rub circles around her clit.
God, it’s getting worse how badly Natasha needs it.
“Carol,” Natasha whines, but Carol is unrelenting.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Natasha?” Carol asks her, being careful to not push Natasha to her climax yet.
“Good girls get fucked the way they want,” Carol leans down to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear.
God, the look her blindfolded and tied up girlfriend makes Carol want to raw her so bad.
The strap-on slides down before staying at Natasha’s entrance with teasing pressure. Sometimes Carol would push just the head in before pulling back out, and Natasha wanted to scream.
“Say it, Nat,” Carol purrs in her ear, “and I can make you feel good.”
“God, yes!” Natasha nearly screams. “I’ll be good!”
Carol smirks before she slides in roughly into Natasha.
“Fuck,” she groans, “you’re so wet, I bottomed you out so easily. How dirty.”
Carol sets a rough and fast pace, just the want Natasha needs it.
God, it feels deliciously good, Natasha thinks as she breathily pants. There’s a slight burn as her hips try to match the pace.
Carol watches from above as she fucks Natasha roughly, licking her lips as she stares at Natasha’s breast bouncing from the force as she grabs onto one of them, groping and rolling it in her palm.
It feels different for Carol. While Natasha’s focusing on the pleasure, Carol can’t help but focus on the blood rushing through Natasha’s veins.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Carol smugly asks Natasha.
“God, I can’t help but think what if I fucking bit you right here. I bet you’d taste so good. You’d be so warm. Was that your goal tonight? Did you secretly want me to bite you?” Carol kisses Natasha messily before nipping her bottom lip.
Control, control, control, Carol chants in her head as she feels Natasha coming to an end.
Natasha’s hips messily move as it only takes a few more strokes to bring her over with a loud moan and toes curling.
Carol’s lips stay on Natasha’s neck, feeling the muscles her move and the blood rushing underneath the skin.
It’s a different rush for her.
They finally settle with hushed pants and sweaty bodies.
“See, I knew you could do it without biting me,” Natasha brags Carol rolls her eyes.
“You’re tempting me too much, Natasha, but as you promised, you’ll be good from on, won’t you?”
PAIRING: Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff (carolnat)
Summary: The one where Natasha has an insane crush on her neighbor across the street, and she will do anything to be noticed by Carol. Even if that means using her niece and nephew.
Warnings: Absolute fucken dorks.
Genre: humor & fluff
NOTE: Day 5 - Trick or treating.
Count: 1080
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“You’re sure you’re okay with taking the kids trick or treating?” Clint asks with a slight squint of his eyes as he drops his kids off.
“Yeah, totally. You and Laura need a night off anyway. It’s fine,” Natasha reassure her friend.
Of course, she hadn’t told them that she knows that her hot neighbor across the street is also taking her friend’s kid trick or treating, and Natasha can’t let this opportunity pass up.
Clint just eyes her again before sighing and nodding. He gives each kid a kiss on the forehead and goes back to the car to pick up his wife back home for their date night.
Cooper and Lila are still getting their costumes on as Natasha watches through the peephole of her door to look across the street.
She can see Carol’s lights still on, so she must still be getting ready too.
“Can we go yet, Aunty Nat?” Cooper and Lila ask, but Natasha hums and waves them off.
“Yeah, just a minute, babes,” she tells them.
Carol had moved in a couple weeks ago, and Natasha had caught sight of the blonde working out one day while she was walking to get her mail.
She saw very toned muscles, and some dirty thoughts passed through her mind.
But each time she passes by Carol’s window, it seems like the blonde is always working out, or stripping down from being too hot.
But she hasn’t had the moment to go introduce herself or talk to Carol.
Carol seemed to have a regular visitor from a woman and her child.
So, Natasha has been stuck just watching her neighbor from across the street.
But tonight would be the perfect excuse. She had seen early in the day the woman drop off her kid with Carol before leaving.
They had to be trick or treating, Natasha thought.
She immediately dialed up Clint and demanded that she take the kids trick or treating while Clint went on a date with his wife.
Natasha watches as Carol’s door open and immediately gathers the kids.
“All right, let’s go get some candy!” Natasha tells the kids who jump up and down from excitement.
She ushers them out the door, trying to rush them over to the house Carol was at too.
The kids run-up to the door and ring the bell while Natasha tries to casually walk up to stand next to Carol.
Her presence immediately gets the attention of the blonde, who turns her head over with a smile.
“Oh, hey!” Carol exclaims. “You live across from me, right? Natasha?”
Natasha nods dumbly, wondering how Carol knows her name but realizes they’re both on the community watch Facebook group.
“I don’t think I’ve seen those kids with you before. Are they yours?” Carol asks, and Natasha shakes her head.
“Uh, no,” She clears her throat. “They’re my niece and nephew. Kind of.”
Carol nods with a soft ‘ah.’
“Yeah, same for me too. I’m sure you’ve seen Monica and her mom stop by my place often.”
Natasha merely nods.
Before she can say anything else, Cooper and Lila come running up to her and opening their bags to show their goods.
“Nice!” Natasha says as she ruffles their hair. “The next house?”
Lila nods but turns to Monica to look at the girl too.
It seems they’ve become friends in the time they got candy together.
“Do you want to go together?” Carol suggests, and Natasha is victory dancing in her mind.
“Yeah, sure,” she replies coolly, though.
So, the five of them make rounds in the neighborhood before the kids decide that they finally are worn out and ready to go back home.
During that time, Natasha makes use of the time she has with Carol, getting to know the other girl.
They’re both surprised how easy it is to get along and how the conversation never seems to die.
“Hey,” Carol says as they walk up to their house. “I know we just met, but did you and the kids want to come inside for a movie?”
Natasha looks at the kids, and she tries to will her thoughts for the kids to say yes.
But there was no need for that as they nodded happily.
Natasha is feeling through the roof as Carol invites them in and tells them to make themselves at home.
Monica puts on a “How to Train Your Dragon,” which Cooper and Lila both love and take off their costumes before settling on the couch with their candy.
Natasha, on the other hand, follows Carol into the kitchen, where the blonde is grabbing drinks for them.
“Red wine okay?” Carol asks, and Natasha hums.
God, she’s doing it again.
She watches at Carol tiptoes to get the glasses from the top cabinet, her muscles flexing as she does so.
Natasha swallows, humming in appreciation as well.
Natasha isn’t too sure what she was expecting.
The two of them grab seats on the leftover space of the couch as they watch the movie too.
Okay, so maybe she had a little more r-rated activities between the two of them in her mind, but this was still progress.
It was better than nothing.
Natasha sits there, idly watching the movie, thinking about how she can ask Carol out the next time.
She’s so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn’t realize that the kids have fallen asleep.
Carol touches her hand, and Natasha snaps back to reality. She glances down at Carol’s hand that’s on top of hers and looks up, but Carol merely continues to stare at the TV.
When Carol laces their fingers together, Natasha’s brain short-circuits.
It’s then that Carol sets her wine glass down and pulls the two of them up and guides them upstairs to her bedroom.
“Uh--” Natasha says as Carol pulls her in before shutting the door.
“I’ve been curious about you, you know,” Carol admits, and Natasha’s heart skips a beat.
“What? Really?” She asks because there was no indication at all the Carol even knew she existed.
“Mhm,” Carol hums, “I’m very curious about my neighbor that passes by my front window every day. Even multiple times. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence...but then I realized that you’ve been watching me.”
Shit, Natasha thinks.
“Wait--I can explain,” Natasha starts, but Carol just smirks.
“Then I started to solely work out in my living room, maybe take off my shirt here and there, didn’t want to bore my audience.”
It takes a moment to process what Carol says.
Because, shit, Carol has been doing it on purpose.
“I thought it was cute that you’d bring your nephew and niece out there to try to talk to me,” Carol says, clearly catching Natasha’s plan.
“But you don’t have to play tricks to get treats from me,” Carol says as she brushes her lips against Natasha’s.
“I’m delighted to treat you very well,” Carol husks, and Natasha really wants to thank whatever higher power there is in the universe.
PAIRING: Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff (carolnat)
Summary: Vampire!Nat. Natasha has chosen her next feeding target for a while now. Every time she thinks she’s got the moment to feed on her, Carol keeps doing something that befuddles Natasha. Funny how things work.
Warnings: Carol is so suave and dense, and that’s cute.
Genre: humor & fluff
NOTE: Day 3 - Supernatural AU.
Count: 1666
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Morales.
Right or wrong.
Ethics.
Natasha has never cared much about such things. She is the type to never allow someone to tell her what is right to her, either.
But it was something that changed over the years for Natasha.
When she first became a vampire, she mourned at the thought of never being human again and tried to abstain from drinking from humans.
Yet, somewhere along the way, it changed. She embraces her differences and the luxurious benefits of being a supernatural being.
And then she had her first taste of fresh blood.
She’s never gone back since.
She’s careful when feeding. Always making sure to clean up after herself, which means always patching them up and erasing their memories. They always end up thinking they had a hickey gone wrong.
It was important to ensure they forget because the thing about feeding is that it’s incredibly painful.
Natasha always hated reading stories or watching shows with vampires where feeding was sexy because it’s not.
Maybe the act of seducing your prey was sexy, but the actual act of feeding was not.
She once had it described to her that it felt like fire through your veins.
Nonetheless, Natasha has picked her new target.
“Hi, Natasha, right?”
A smile graces Natasha’s lips.
“Yes...” Natasha drags unsurely purposely.
“Sorry, it’s hard not to notice you when you come in and order the same thing,” the barista smile.
“I’m sure you have many usual patrons here,” Natasha husks and watches the barista smile a little wider with the tilt of her head.
“Okay, well, I guess it helps that you’re super hot too,” the barista adds with a smirk of her own, and Natasha can’t help but chuckle lightly.
“So, a medium cappuccino?” The barista asks, and Natasha nods, handing over a $10 bill and refusing change.
It isn’t until later when she finishes her coffee that she notices some writing on the sleeve.
A phone number and a name.
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It’s the perfect opportunity. Natasha calls Carol later on and asks the girl on a date.
It’s a movie, pretty simple. Natasha gives little effort to these sorts of things.
It’s a late playing to an old movie that’s been out for weeks now. It was also a Tuesday, meaning the theatre was empty.
Natasha sat there in the dark with Carol as the movie played.
This was the perfect opportunity Natasha thinks. She had gotten Carol some popcorn, and the blonde has decided she had enough and put the rest of it down.
There was no one else in the theatre.
Natasha was hungry.
But just as she was about to turn over to bite Carol, the other girl looped her arm through Natasha’s on the armrest and settled her head down on Natasha’s shoulder.
At first, Natasha is stunned, especially when Carol settles herself in more to get comfortable.
Sitting there tense, Natasha realized she can’t move from her seat. The angle is too awkward to try to make a move now.
Perhaps later.
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The walk home is surprisingly quiet as Carol seems content to hold Natasha’s hand, swinging it lightly back and forth.
Carol makes commentary about the movie here and there with interesting theories that Natasha can’t help but form her own theories to reply back with and debate.
It’s until they start to near Carol’s apartment that Natasha realizes why she was even out in the first place.
It’s dark and late.
There’s no one around.
She could push Carol right into the alleyway, feed on her, and be done with it all.
Just as she’s about to push carol into the dark alleyway, Carol comes to a stop and moves to stand in front of Natasha.
“Do you want to go on a date tomorrow too?”
“Uh--” Natasha dumbly says, “sure.”
“Great!” Carol beams with a smile. “I know this really great dinner place just around the corner from here. Do you want to meet there for a late dinner tomorrow?”
Natasha can’t do anything but dumbly nod.
“Great,” Carol mumbles as she leans from foot to foot before she leans up and kisses Natasha on the cheek before running up to her building.
“See you tomorrow!” And then the door shuts.
Natasha stands there in the dark, blinking as she processes what just happened.
“Crap,” Natasha mutters under her breath.
Maybe tomorrow.
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“Hey, did you wait long?”
Natasha looks up to see Carol sliding into the seat across from her as she takes off her jacket.
“No,” Natasha responds, “I just got here myself.”
Carol merely smiles as the waitress comes over and the two of them order. Carol seems to come here a lot as she knows exactly what to order and recommends somethings to Natasha.
“I’ll have what she’s having,” Natasha responds in the end. The food doesn’t matter to her. It doesn’t do anything for her, nor does it taste like anything.
Carol animatedly chats about her day as Natasha listens.
Well, half-listens. She can’t help but focus on the muscles moving on Carol’s neck as she talks and moves.
Carol doesn’t seem to mind the fact that Natasha doesn’t speak much as she talks about everything and anything, asking for Natasha’s thoughts when she wants to hear them.
It feels easy to Natasha.
Nothing is forced.
Dinner arrives, and Natasha will admit that the food quality does seem better. Even if it tastes like nothing to her, she can tell the meat has been cooked slowly as it’s incredibly tender in her mouth.
With it being in such a public place, Natasha resigns herself to not being able to do anything but be in Carol’s company.
“Do you want to head back to my place,” Carol asks, not looking at the other girl as she does so.
“Yes,” Natasha replies immediately.
This is perfect.
In her victim’s home with no one else around or any disturbances, it would be much easier to feed on Carol then.
“Make yourself at home,” Carol says as she walks into the kitchen to get wine for the two of them.
Natasha takes a seat, looking around the photographs and idly wonders who the woman and child are in some of the photos.
It’s cozy.
Natasha kind of likes it.
Carol comes back with two glasses of wine and puts in a movie in the background.
Natasha waits and watches as Carol drinks from her cup.
She can smell the way Carol's blood changes. It’s a little spicer and sweeter with the wine in her blood.
Natasha quite likes the taste of it and lets Carol finish her glass slowly.
They sometimes chat quietly but mostly focuses on the movie that’s on.
Near the end of the movie, Natasha turns to Carol, ready to taste the sweet flavor of the girl’s blood.
It’s been enough time. Carol should be done with her wine.
But when she looks over, she finds the wine glass in Carol’s hand, ready to slip out as Carol has fallen soundly asleep.
Natasha purses her lips, taking the wine glass out of Carol’s hand and sets it on the table.
She leans back, observing the other girl with a sigh.
She doesn’t like feeding on people when they’re sleeping. It’s too weird for her.
Natasha watches Carol’s chest falls and rises as the other girl is completely unaware of the danger she let into her house.
But Natasha knows she won’t feed on Carol tonight.
She sighs.
Maybe tomorrow.
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It’s a reoccurring theme, Natasha realizes.
Maybe tomorrow turns into maybe the next day and the next day and the next day.
Soon, days turn into weeks before turning into a couple months.
For some reason, every time Natasha is about to feed on Carol, the other girl does something that prevents her from doing so.
But now they’ve progressed to holding hands and cuddling.
She waits for Carol’s shift to be done before making sure to feed Carol. She’s coming to notice that Carol seems to operate on a wavelength that no one else seems to get.
Carol just does things when she feels like it and gets entirely wrapped up on focusing on one thing.
Which means sometimes she forgets to eat.
Now she’s spending more time at Carol’s than she is at her own apartment.
Like right now.
They’re currently sitting on the couch, and Natasha is contemplating again about maybe now is the time to feed on Carol.
“This is nice,” Carol sighs out the blue, rubbing her cheek against Natasha’s chest as they’re cuddled up on the couch.
“What is?” Natasha asks as she idly rubs Carol’s arm, pulling the blanket up a little more.
She should do it now, Natasha thinks.
At this rate, Carol is always going to do something that stops her in her tracks.
Natasha just needs to continue on with her plan.
“I’ve never had a girlfriend who just matches me so perfectly. I feel like I’ve been waiting for you,” Carol says, and Natasha stops in her tracks again.
“Girlfriend?” Natasha says aloud, with her tone going higher at the end.
“Mhm,” Carol says, “we’ve been dating for weeks now, duh.”
Natasha tries to recall back to all the times they’ve been together to see if anything indicating they’re now dating.
But then she remembered a couple weeks ago.
“You like being with me, right?” Carol asks.
Natasha hums as she thinks about how she’s going to feed on Carol.
“Good, I like being with you too,” Carol says.
And it’s silent again.
Natasha thinks maybe tonight if she can just catch the right moment, she could bite Carol.
“We’re together, right?” Carol clarifies, and Natasha hums again, still thinking of her plan.
Natasha sighs quietly.
She holds Carol tighter to her body and resigns.
New plan, Natasha thinks. Find another feeding target because she can’t feed on her girlfriend.
Maybe tomorrow was not meant to come with someone like Carol.
PAIRING: Carol Danvers x Natasha Romanoff (carolnat)
Summary: Natasha’s curious if Carol’s lips taste like cotton candy. She’s going to find out.
Warnings: Very fluff...ver cute. Disgusting
Genre: Fluff
NOTE: Anotha one. Day 1 - Carnival Dates.
Count: 1063
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Sticky.
That’s what comes to Natasha’s mind as she watches kids run around the carnival, holding cotton candy in their tiny little hands.
Natasha doesn’t really see the appeal. She never really has.
The treat is entirely too sweet. It’s just pure sugar, and everything ends up getting sticky. Your mouth gets dyed a different color, and it looks ridiculous. On top of that, she’s not even sure how she feels about putting something in her mouth that instantly disappears.
Yet, as she walks side by side with Carol, who is eating cotton candy, she can’t get but get a little curious.
It’s a Tuesday night, and Carol finally has some downtime and is staying the next couple of days at the compound. With everyone else gone at the compound, Carol suggested they check out the carnival.
Now they were here, walking around.
“It’s nice to know carnivals haven’t changed too much,” Carol says absentmindedly as she grabs another piece of the treat and sticks it into her mouth.
“Oh?” Natasha hums, “I think the staff in the haunted house would beg to differ.”
Carol laughs. “Hey, it’s not my fault. If someone is going to jump out and scream in my face, it’s only natural for my hands to start glowing. You’re secretly happy there was light in the dark place anyways. Don’t think I didn’t hear you tripping over someone’s leg.”
Natasha scowls slightly as she thought she was pretty slick.
Still, her eyes are wandering over to Carol’s lips.
That’s been happening a lot lately. Natasha doesn’t know what to make of it.
It’s no secret that Carol has been making a lot more time to come down to earth to specifically visit Natasha.
But no one has said anything.
Carol hasn’t said anything, so Natasha doesn’t say anything either.
Natasha watches as the sugary treat disappears on Carol’s lips, leaving tiny sugar dots before Carol licks her lip, and she finds herself licking her own lips.
“Are you sure you don’t want some?” Carol asks, slightly pointing the cotton candy in Natasha’s direction to offer, but she shakes her head.
“No, I’m good. Thank you,” Natasha replies, and Carol tilts her head with a smirk.
“You sure? Cotton candy is delicious. It’s a must-have at carnivals.”
But Natasha merely shakes her head again, and Carol shrugs her shoulder before taking the candy back.
They’re walking unnecessarily close. Shoulders brushing, their fingers occasionally bumping against each other, and Natasha continues to blink.
She can smell the subtle scent of Carol’s cologne and Natasha’s weirdly hyperaware of everything that’s Carol.
Natasha wonders if Carol is the same. Carol is always smug and smirking when she’s with Natasha, it’s hard to say.
Natasha wouldn’t classify that she’s nervous or anything. She’s just...really aware of anything that has to do with Carol.
She’s also aware of children screaming, the sounds of the rides moving, clowns laughing, and the smells of the food stalls.
It’s normal, Natasha thinks.
Carol’s inner lips are starting to be dyed a slightly dark pink. It’s accenting her lips, and Natasha can’t get the image of them out of her head.
It’s honestly a little annoying.
It’s not normal, Natasha thinks.
“Oh, let’s go on the Ferris wheel!” Carol says, running slightly ahead. Natasha’s the one holding the tickets, and while Carol goes to grabs one of the open seats, Natasha turns to the teen running the ride and gives them their tickets.
But she gives him a little extra something too.
Taking her seat next to Carol, the teen comes up and puts down the metal bar in front of them, and Natasha rests her arms on it.
“I always loved the Ferris wheel,” Carol says as it starts to move slowly.
“Why’s that?” Natasha asks with her chin in her hand.
“I just loved being so high up. It felt like I was flying. Although, now I can actually fly,” Carol laughed.
Natasha drums her fingers impatiently as they’re getting higher up.
She turns over to see Carol finishing the last of her cotton candy, holding the empty stick in her hand.
Suddenly the ride comes to a stop at the highest point of the top.
“What the--” Carol starts, but Natasha cuts her off.
“I think cotton candy is gross,” Natasha states, and Carol turns her head to look at the other girl confusedly.
“Okay?” She says with a cock of her brow.
“I think it’s sticky, and you’re literally just eating pure sugar, and your lips get dyed a weird color.”
“Alright, alright. Damn, Romanoff. Didn’t know you felt that strongly about--”
“Yet, as you kept eating it tonight, I can’t help but be curious about how it probably tastes,” Natasha cuts her off again.
Carol furrows her brows. “Okay, well, you should’ve said something sooner because I just ate it all. We can get some more when we get down. Which, what the hell is happening. Is the ride broken?”
Carol looks down, ready to get out of her seat and fly down, but Natasha did not just bribe some pimply teen with $10 to stop the ride at the top for Carol to just fly down.
At least not without getting what she wants first.
Natasha grabs the lapels of Carol’s leather jacket, pulling on them and getting Carol’s attention back.
Carol looks like she’s going to say something, but Natasha immediately cuts her off again, pressing her lips to Carol’s firmly.
Soft is Natasha’s first thought.
Sweet is the second when Natasha runs her lips over Carol’s bottom lip, and she’s granted access when Carol opens her mouth slightly.
It’s not too sweet, which Natasha likes. But she can taste the remanents of the cotton candy and hints of a pink vanilla flavor.
Natasha pulls away after she’s satisfied while Carol is dazed.
“Okay?” Carol says and then jolts a little when the ride starts moving again, and they start descending.
Natasha puts her chin back into her hand and rests it there again as she smirks.
“I suppose cotton candy isn’t too bad if I taste it like that. Too bad, there isn’t anymore.”
Carol blinks as the ride slowly gets closer to the ground, but she is too impatient. Carol grabs Natasha by the waist and flies out of their seat.
