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Hello DW! I have not forgotten you! In fact, I'm in the sort of mood where I bemoan the fragmented nature of fandom on Tumblr and yearn for a good old comment thread, so here I am.

The weather was DISMAL today, something like 4 degrees when Dad and I went to the market, and raining. I've responded by making sticky ginger syrup cake and mulled wine to warm everyone up, and I'm planning prawns in pomodoro sauce and feta, with grilled zucchini on the side, for dinner. FOOD. God I love food.

I've also started unfucking my room, which has been excellent. As ever I pine for an apartment of my very own so that my bookshelves could exist in a single-stacked state for the first time in their long-suffering lives, and I could fit everything on the walls.

Oh well. Time to shell some enormous prawns (seriously, the tiger prawns at the market today were MOFOS) and then sit here in my much-neater room, sip my delicious mulled wine, and bang my head against my Natasha fic some more. It passed 10,000 words yesterday, that's something.

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10,000 word Natasha fic! *pompoms*

Also, the food you were planning for dinner sounds AMAZING. Like, ridiculously amazing and delicious. Clearly I need to visit you in turn and brave Australia's exciting fauna just so I can have your amazing cooking. :D

UGH THIS FIC. Slowest of the slow.

I will cook for guests at the drop of a hat, seriously :D Come in winter and half the fauna will be asleep.

"It seems out of character," Vittorio says. "Unprofessional, I suppose I mean. For someone like you to be telling a perfect stranger all about your job."

"I was Catholic once," she says, "maybe it's habit. Hear the word Father, and out come the confessions."

"Maybe," he says, and now he touches a hand to his mouth. His breathing is shallower than it was.

"It wasn't the juice," she says.

"What?"

She waits for him to look at her. His hands are spasming and his lips are a dusky purple.

"It was my ring," she says. "When I handed you the bottle."

"But you..."

"I'm here to destabilise," Natalia says.

"When someone kills a priest, it's all about where the body's found," she adds, but he can't hear her any more.

She abandons the corpse for a moment, leaves it sitting against the wall, posed sleepily, and buys a pair of leather flats in a shoe shop two streets away. That broken heel will slow her down. When she returns she hunkers down next to the body that used to be Vittorio and brushes his hair further over his face. She feels irritable, and very tired.

"You fool," she says softly. "I told you my name."

sddkjfdsjfds. Sorry, all I got for you is high-pitched squeaks of joy. This is a slice of Natasha perfection.

OH GOOD

fandom will be like, when do she and Clint have sex

and I'll be like, um never here have some scenes where she kills priests and small children instead

(10k avengers fistbump)

so excited for your natasha fic!

(bump indeed! I have been spying on your progress from time to time, I am also excited.)

APPARENTLY THIS POST IS ALSO FOR FIC-SNIPPET SPAM. SO.

"Jesus, Clint, what the fuck are you doing, you fucking warn me if you're going into the field with a death wish --"

Clint coughs; no, it's a laugh. Either way some blood rolls down his chin and he catches his breath on the exhale, wincing, one hand grabbing at the side of his chest.

"That's not fair," he says. His teeth are chattering so hard that the words come out in bursts. "You know I don't speak Russian."

"Shut the hell up," Natasha says, still furious, and this time she hears her own voice: high and thin, too young, rushing through the syllables of her first language. She takes a breath and quietens herself. "Shut the hell up," she says again. English this time.

ROLLS AROUND HAPPILY IN WORDS

HELLO HELLO.

I am intrigued by this ginger syrup cake thing! Also by the fic. :)

It's a very simple ginger cake, and while it's cooking you make a simple syrup with grated ginger, and then you poke holes in the top of the hot cake and let the syrup soak into it as it cools. Delish! And much less effortful than my other syrup cake favourite, which is a pistachio cake with lime syrup.