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demonicbaby666 · 2 years ago

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The New Recruit

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Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Comfort

Words: 2.1k+

Warnings: broken bones

Summary: After losing another fight in a training session y/n loses her composure, but thankfully Nat is there to help. This is just a little short comfort fic really.

A/n: Finally finished my first Nat fic! It's not great cause I just haven't been in the mood to write but hoping y'all enjoy. Thank you @fayhar for the idea. It's not really proof read so lmk if there are any mistakes 💜

It was training day at the Avengers compound, and once again you were down on your luck. The new recruits were all exemplary, usually, that included you, though it seemed the last few days had proven more difficult than the rest. The training regime hadn’t changed, slightly intensified maybe but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. Being a widow had taught you everything you needed to know combat wise, it was the mental toll of having your cognition back that was affecting you.

Training sessions mainly took place in the morning and were brutal, there was no time for mistakes, if you failed you went again and again. It had become clear you were falling behind, sparing person after person and ending up battered and bruised every single time. It was safe to say, going from the top recruit to the worst in the span of a few days was enough to throw you into a whirlwind of merciless anger. It clouded your field senses which was how you ended up laying here, on the solid ground, defeated once again by Steve.

The world around you spun from the hard contact your head had made with the tarmac, and you could barely focus on the face above you and the words he was spluttering out. Before you could tell your body to do otherwise, you were back on your feet in a fighter stance, knees braced for contact, arms held up for protection. You told yourself you were impenetrable and prayed you would believe it.

A fist came towards you, miss-timing your dodge another unrelenting force made direct contact with your face, knocking the wind out of your lungs. Your whole body collided with the floor once again and hazy memories of a false past mixed with mind controlled induced killings flooded your mind. Innocent, they’d been innocent, and you killed them with no remorse. There was no second guesses, just carrying out your orders, executioner style, one bullet straight to the head over and over.

A voice pulled you out of the mayhem taking place within your head.

“Stay down y/l/n.” Steve whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

If you weren’t angry before you sure as hell were now. Hurt you? He had to nerve to think the blows were enough to hurt you? It was child’s play at best next to what you’d been through before.

“ME? You think you can hurt me?”

The words were spat out with pure hatred, looking up and shooting daggers at him you ground your teeth together, getting ready to stand back up. Steve’s hand pushed against your chest trying to keep you from rising. The pitiful display of care pushed you into a fit of rage. When you looked back up at him you didn’t see his face, instead rage warped him into the person you most wanted to hurt, Dreykov.

With ease and speed you grabbed his wrist and twisted it, a keening cry echoed in your ears and a scream of agony came from Steve as he doubled over in pain. Every trainees’ eyes widened as they registered what was happening before them. Bruised and cuts were one thing, but broken bones… It wasn’t a common occurrence to say the least, especially amongst the trainers let alone the trainees.

Anger was still fuelling you as you climbed on top of Steve and got ready to throw punch after punch.

“Stop!” Natasha’s voice echoed across the training field, when it finally reached you the rage started to slip away, the ferocious fire that clouded your judgement was suddenly gone and left behind was regret and guilt as you looked at the mess you had just created.

Her hands reached out and latched onto your waist, she pulled you off Steve within a split seconds and led you away from the group. Sets of trainee’s eyes never leaving you.

Nat pushed the door open to the locker room, still holding your hand, she pulled you inside. “Sit.” She said perching herself down on the bench. There was no reason to object, lord knows you didn’t have the energy to, so you did as you were instructed.

Up until now you hadn’t looked her in the eyes, or anyone for that matter, so when your eyes locked with green orbs all the shame began to spiral in the pit of your stomach. Bile rose up as Steve’s scream echoed in your mind and the reality of what you’d done settled in. Not wanting to feel the full force of her gaze you adverted your eyes and tried to blink away the tears that were threating to spill past your water line.

The flats of her thumbs came to your face and ran along your cheeks, wiping at the stray tears that refused to do as instructed. Ever so gently, she settled her hands on either side of your face and placed her head to yours.

“I’m a monster Nat.” the words passed your lips as a whisper, too afraid to hear your own confession, “The things I’ve done, they’re catching up with me.”

There were a few moments of silence that followed, the only sounds coming from the room were your short-broken breaths and echoes from outside the door. The training seemed to continue, though a female voice was now shouting commands. Steve probably had to go get his wrist sorted out. You winced at the memory of his wrist snapping and tried to pull away from Nat, alas her hands held you in place.

“Listen to me,” it was assertive yet soft, the words were encapsulated in a blanket of comfort and a hint of something you couldn’t quite pinpoint, maybe sadness, regret, “We’ve all done things, things we regret. That doesn’t make you a monster, it makes you human. You weren’t in control; you had no control and we both know you wouldn’t do any of those things willingly.”

Her thumbs lightly brushed more tears away. You pulled away your head back so you could look directly into emerald eyes, “What if I would? I lost control back there and look what I did to Steve.”

Her eyes searched yours, “Y/n you wouldn’t. And if it was ever a possibility, I wouldn’t let you.”

Everything was telling you to flee this newfound intimacy, that you didn’t deserve it, this was too good for you. Everything she was saying was a lie, you were and are a monster. After everything you’d done you didn’t deserve this moment with Nat, she was too good for you. As much as you wanted to back away something was shouting and clawing at you to enjoy this, that this was right.

It was the first time you had felt something of this magnitude, comfort was not an easy thing to come by. It almost foreign among the widows. When you first got to the compound it had taken some getting used to, people weren’t exactly open with their feelings, but they weren’t immune to them either and the same could be said for the widows. There wasn’t time for feelings among assassins, so they were removed, specifically the ‘undesirable’ ones. So what was occurring within you right now was a very new thing.

The feelings of sadness that were homing in on every part of your body were far from easy to manage. Reining them in was the desired outcome but it was not as easy as it once had been. This feeling was intense and unavoidable, your whole body to was responding to it, weighing in your chest were memories of the past and all you wanted was to feel numb again, to be able to not feel at all. Be a machine.

Being with Nat, it helped, in some ways she understood. That’s partially why you didn’t move. You sought comfort in her eyes and the feel of her fingers against your face. They were warm and soft as they brushed over your cheeks time and time again. The tears had stopped flowing and were soaked into your skin, the only indication you’d been crying was the salty residue left behind and your puffier eyes.

A slight tingle buzzed through your body and settled in your stomach, the heaviness in your chest transformed into warmth as you stared into Nat’s caring, compassionate eyes, there was no judgement or contempt in sight. It had been quiet for a fair few minutes but within that time your whole body had managed to calm down, something you believed it incapable of.

Without meaning to, your eyes wandered her face, notching how her hair was thrown into a bun with small strands of hair were cascading over her face. There were beads of sweat on her head from training and her eyebrows were slightly furrowed. She studied your face as you studied hers, subconsciously burning the memory of having her so close into your mind and locking away every small detail of her beauty. Who knew when you would have another moment like this with her.

Finally, your eyes settled on her lips, the soft pinks were pleasantly greeted by her tongue as she salaciously dampened them. Fuck being careful, today had already been a shitshow. What’s one more risky move, at least this one wouldn’t result in a broken wrist, well worst case it’d be your wrist. You placed both hands on Nat’s neck and surged forward crashing your lips on hers. Her body instantly froze, shocked from the sudden contact.

Regret set in again and just as you were about to pull away her lips began to move against yours. Her head tilted to the side and her lips parted as she started to kiss back. Your stomach jumped into your throat. This feeling was unlike any you had ever experienced, it was filled with worry, excitement, and confusion. All the feelings merged together and formed knots in your stomach whilst your whole body simultaneously burned with a passion you’d never felt before.

The kiss was slow at first. Yet there was still a strong pang of passionate held within it. The intensity started to pick up very quickly. She gripped onto your waist pulling your bodies closer whilst your hands moved to nestle into her hair, pulling her lips impossibly closer. The noises that were once the only thing that filled the room faded away and the world around you disappeared. All you knew was the new sensations that were invading your very being.

The space between your bodies was obviously getting to Nat as she continues to pull and pull at your waist. Before you knew it, your leg was flung over hers and you were sat straddling her, porcelain hands planted on your ass.

When you parted her lips with your tongue and explored her mouth a small moan escaped from her lips and travelled straight to your core. Between the lack of oxygen you were getting and the arousal growing between your legs, the room began to spin. You pulled you lips away and opened your eyes peering down at Nat. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace similar to yours, though she didn’t seem to care as she latched onto the soft skin of your neck.

You were losing yourself more and more in this moment, hips grinding forwards and backwards for reasons unknown to you. Your breathing was rapid, never having been able to recover from the kiss. When Nat started sucking on your ear lobe uncontrollable timid mews left your lips.

“Nat, wait, wait.” It came out through ragged breathes and not half as strong as you wanted it to, but the message was clear, “Not here.”

She placed one soft kiss to your neck then locked eyes with you before placing a chaste kiss to you lips and smirking. Her eyes travelled around the room and she quietly chuckled, “Not exactly the classiest of places.”

Her laugh was warm and it was impossible to contain the smile growing on your lips. You craned your neck and rested your forehead to hers, finally catching your breath. “You know, if I knew breaking Steve’s wrist would have led to this, I would have done it way sooner.”

There it was again, that laugh. Rippling through the locker room and echoing in your ears. She removed a hand from your ass and tentatively tucked a piece of hair behind you ears, sending those familiar tingles through your body causing you to contently hum at the little, but important, comfort it brought you.

“You’re training with me from now on.” She said with a grin before reconnecting her lips to yours.

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somber-sapphic · 1 year ago

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Fevered Bonds

〘Day 1 "Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care"〙

〘Notes Hello everyone! Today we start Sicktember! Most of my fics for this month will probably be on the shorter side, but hey, at least they exist, right? Oh, there may come a point where I give up on making titles and the titles will become the actual prompt.〙

〘Summary When Natasha gets sick and refuses to rest, she ends up getting you sick too. Wanda Maximoff to the rescue.〙

〘Word Count 550〙

〘Pairing WandaNat x Reader (sick Nat+ r)〙

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Three days ago Natasha had fallen to the same illness that had been attacking the Avengers tower for a week. But of course, she wouldn’t dare admit it.

Being the “invincible warrior” that she was, the woman had absolutely denied anything being wrong and had gone about her daily activities spreading her germs around for everyone to come into contact with.

Wanda had stayed away for the most part, electing to wait until Nat wore herself out before coming into too much contact with her. That wasn’t to say that she had abandoned the redhead, more that she had elected to sleep on the couch and refrain from sharing drinks with the woman.

You had not been quite so smart. At first you had been determined to prove to her that she was sick, following her around with incessant nagging until she finally turned around and yelled at you to leave her alone. Mid yell she had sneezed on you, condemning you to the same fate.

It had taken you barely twelve hours to develop a runny nose, which was quickly followed by a grating cough and raging fever. Natasha had been forced into bed the day before your illness had gotten any worse than a scratchy throat and had sense been demanding that Wanda go away, still claiming that she was fine.

To her credit, the brunette was being incredibly patient. Each time the assassin insisted that she didn’t need another dose of cough medicine Wanda would engage in a calm conversation with her, explaining why she was being stupid without calling her stupid. Her tactic never failed.

When you realized you were getting sick, you didn’t want to burden Wanda any further. You instead decided to take to google and read up on different ways to get rid of germs without taking any medicine. You didn’t like the way it tasted or the way it made you feel so you tended to avoid it at all costs.

The first thing you’d tried ended up also being the last. You’d read something about sweating out illness and decided that being an Avenger with access to a very large gym it seemed that the exercise plan was a good one.

After a bit of struggling into workout clothes -you’d gotten to the point in your illness where your movements had become jerky and unpredictable- you made your way down to the gym. In hindsight, it wasn’t a great plan but in your feverish mind it was the only plan. Afterall, Wanda had her hands full with Natasha.

It had only taken a half hour on the treadmill to realize that you had made a grievous mistake. After realizing that there was no chance of you completing your five-mile goal you slunk out of the gym with a runny nose and a scowl.

After a shower and change you crawled into bed beside Natasha, giving in to the illness. The sleepy redhead sort of just grabbed you, holding you against her like a stuffed animal. You didn’t mind, but it wasn’t long before Wanda was shoving cold medicine and fever reducers in your face.

After she walked away, presumably back to the kitchen where she had been preparing soup, you heard her mutter, “The two of you would be dead without me.”

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years ago

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warnings: none :) CUDDLES

Now that you don't need to watch her every move, it's suddenly become extraordinarily easy to observe her. Ironically.

She's all straight spine and eyes constantly on the move. If she'd let anyone catch sight of her in a crowd, even a child would notice the danger on her. Like the smell of gasoline. The aura of an ethanol fire in the dark.

Her hands are strong just like the rest of her. You've traced sinew and scar tissue blindly with your thumb so many times you could map her skin in your sleep. And sure, she's attentive and prowling when you're out, but when you're alone...

Right now, in the dimly-lit sitting room with the shutters closed at the windows, Natalia's face is tucked into the curve of your shoulder. She's loose. The slackened muscles of a leopard observing the ground from a high perch, perhaps, but loose all the same. Her eyes are closed, the light of the TV flickers on her cheeks. With a gentle snuffle, she falls deeper asleep.

It's almost a miracle. But if you think about it hard enough, you're sure you can recall the heavy weight of her head on your shoulder just like this, twenty five years ago. And you know you remember waking up with your cheek crushed against her t-shirt when you'd convinced yourself you hated her. Maybe the two of you were always meant to crawl back to each other like this, bone-tired. Maybe she was made to fit against your side like this.

But you know the truth. You were shaped by men who'd killed gods, with their syringes and their blank white stares. You'd morphed yourself to lie here with Natalia. You'd each carved pieces out of yourselves, in the privacy of dark rooms and the solitude of those arrow-sharp minds of yours, to fit the other into the cavity.

There's no fate. You choose to love her. She's chosen to shut her eyes, one hand fisted in the thigh of your sweatpants, and fall into the place you made for her, be it jagged and imperfect. Just for you.

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aphrodite-made-me-write-it · 4 years ago

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Everything Stays

Part Three: Let’s Go In The Garden...

(A/N) yo i’d like to say thank u to angelwolf-20258 for being so frickin kind. i always read ur comments and they’re always so nice!! unfortunately this isn’t my main tumblr so i can’t respond to them or at least i don’t know how bc im perpetually stuck in 2014. i love u and i appreciate u sm. ALSO!! Those of u who asked to be on the taglist for the last chapter!!! i wasn’t sure if u wanted to be tagged for just this story or not so a;lskdfj that’s kind of what im doing?? if you want to be tagged for everything just let me know! i’ve got handy lil notes on who to tag for what !

(A/N2) Sorry for not posting. I’m all good now sdkfj just needed to like.... bask in emotions for a bit bc it’s time for the sacrificial waterfall if u know what i mean SO i have just been crying over disney and curling into a blanket burrito. i’ve slept more this week than i have in months. sorry this chapter is short but it’s bc it was one whole chapter w the next one but then that was so long it made tumblr take a shit so. yea sldkf

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Rating: M (This Chapter; E for whole story)

Warnings: I think slight PTSD; Mentions of A Shitty Childhood!; Daddy Issues!; Blood & Violence; and a bit of fluff. as a treat. oh also mentions of death sorry i forgot humans did that

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Vampire!Helsing!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 3,868 (shortest of ‘em all i promise. just didn’t want the next one to be massive)

Total Word Count: 14,880

Synopsis: You take a trip to an old haunt with Natasha. Unfortunately, this old house is haunted with more than just memories. Even worse, you’re starting to realize maybe monsters do have feelings. Like, a lot of them.

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Lately, there were few times when Natasha ever viewed you as the century-old supernatural being you are. Maybe she’s just adjusted to those shocking red eyes or the occasional glimpse of a pointed fang. Right now, though, you look ancient.

The cottage isn’t much; at least, not anymore. It’s a rotten corpse of a building, collapsed over time and history. The roof is caved in, half of the wall following with it. It’s a death trap, at best, and you’re staring at it with such wanton sadness it makes Natasha’s heart ache.

It’s a little startling, how different everything feels.

You can remember so much about this place - about this home. The trees are the same, you think. You recognize that elm. The air feels the same - carrying the same wildflower scents in the breeze. The fences are wooden, miraculously still standing. There’s the well, though it’s long dry by now.

You approach the doorway slowly, pausing when you get closer to the elm. You’re startled to find three smooth, large stones resting beneath. One you know well as the grave of your brother. No body, as your father had burned it, but just a placemarker for him. You spent so many nights talking to that stone.

You lean down to read the inscriptions on the other two, your heart leaping into your throat as you do so. In Dutch, it reads:

‘Abraham Van Helsing / God Forgive Me’

‘Lucille Van Helsing / Lost Without Love’

Unbidden, you release a choking sound - something like a sob. Who did this? Who would have possibly cared enough to leave them this? You were gone, and she had- she’d really-

“Hey,” Natasha’s voice is soft, though it still startles you from your stunned trembling. You look at her, eyes wide and brimming with tears. “Come here,” she urges, pulling you into an unexpected hug. You relax into it, closing your eyes and swallowing the wave of grief that’s suddenly pressing against you. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, pulling back with an embarrassed smile. “I- I knew they would be dead. I mean, it’s been… so long. Just- seeing it, I think…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Natasha shakes her head, dropping her arms to her sides. “I get it.”

You nod stiffly, clearing your throat and eyeing your former home once more. “Okay. What are the odds the whole thing collapses on top of me if I open the door?”

She stares at it critically, pursing her lips as she does so. (The action is innately adorable. You can’t shake the image of it from your mind.) “I’d say… ten to one.”

“I’ll take those odds,” you announce, approaching the door and opening it with zero caution. Thankfully, nothing happens. You don’t miss Natasha’s relieved sigh before she follows you inside.

It isn’t large, by any means. It’s rather tiny, compared to… well, any housing these days. The first room has a fireplace and chairs, though the furniture has long since fallen to decay and a few bricks are spilling from the fireplace. The wooden floor is dangerously creaky as you move to the room that had once been your parents’ room.

Much of the house has fallen victim to the elements, but doesn’t appear to have been messed with by any of the locals of the village nearby. Maybe because it’s so out of the way, it’s easy to overlook.

You begin searching the usual spots your father hid most of his work. A lot of the books you grab fall apart just as soon as you open them, but they were mostly boring religious texts you never bothered with anyway. You’ve resorted to searching under the bed when you finally find what you’d been looking for.

It’s leather-bound, protected by magic to withstand plenty of damage. Your own journals had been scattered throughout Europe on your trade to the castle, and probably sold off to some foolish collector who’s got no idea what they’ve stumbled upon.

This one, though. This is the one that matters.

Your father’s journal.

He was a meticulous man, thorough in his research and detailed in his findings. You open it immediately, fingers trembling with anticipation, and flip to one of the last pages. It’s written in a rush, the writing difficult to read, but you manage well enough.

November 13, 1912

I have walked into the Pit, and I have seen the King of Darkness. I have awoken a great evil. Dear, God, forgive me. I pray that He did not follow me, but I cannot be certain, so I must part with this journal in hopes that my daughter finds it.

One of the earliest Heirs encountered this Son of Cain. His own first born was bitten by the damnation, and a prophecy was born. If a Helsing ever falls victim to this Dark Prince, they will forever change the world. He took his own life, risking eternity in Hell to save humanity. Thus, our fate, and the fate of the King of Vampires, is forever intertwined. I fear this prophecy could mean the destruction of mankind.

Child, do not follow me into certain death. This is a darkness I cannot fight. You must stay with your mother. Keep her safe for me. I will not be returning home.

I wish I had known what Arthur was-

We cannot undo what has already been done.

I am sorry. I love you.

You reread it over and over until you’re certain it’s been etched into your mind. There’s blood dried in various places, scarring the words just enough to be barely legible. The prophecy. Of course. You let out a disbelieving, watery huff of laughter.

It’s like something has snapped inside of you. Some kind of string wound too tight. After everything you’d been through, after all the monsters you’ve faced… and he wanted to leave you behind with your mother to die in an apocalypse. He didn’t even want to stop it. He was going to let the world end-

Did he really get bitten by something? Did he truly die in the way every Helsing dies sooner or later? Or was he too much of a coward to look death in the eye and spit in it?

Your laugh is empty, meaningless. Just like your life had been.

Natasha approaches the room silently, cautiously, upon hearing your almost maniacal laughter. “Did you find something?”

You wave the journal in the air. “Oh, I found plenty.” It’s startlingly animalistic, the way the words rip through your throat like a growl. “I should have known. He never saw me as the heir. He never would have left Arthur here. He’d have tried to stop it if Arthur was with him.” You throw the journal against the wall, listening to the hard smack and the flutter of the paper. It falls to the wooden floor with a thunk, not a page out of place.

“(Y/N)-”

“He didn’t even try,” you snarl, looking at Natasha with an achingly open expression. You remind her, for a moment, of a young child finding out the ugly truth of their parents. She knew your relationship with him wasn’t the best, but she could see you idolized him in some way. Now, you look broken. Lost. “He wanted to leave us here to die. He knew it was impossible to take on a literal king of vampires alone. He did it anyway.”

“Or he didn’t want you to die with him?” She suggests, keeping her tone gentle.

You roll your eyes, looking away to wipe furiously at them. They’re burning, like you’ve got the urge to cry, but no tears come. “He was a coward.”

“So, you were right, then. He couldn’t take Harkon alone. But you did. You stopped the world from ending. Without him.”

“He was bones by then, I’m sure,” you grumble.

“The point is, you did that. You are the heir. You’re the one that matters. Not him.” She reaches out to grasp your arm. “This might not even be the real prophecy. It looks like he wrote that in a hurry.”

“So, what, we’re back to square one?” You huff, finally looking back at her and feeling somewhat embarrassed by your outburst.

“Not necessarily.” Natasha releases your arm to pick the journal up. “We just need more resources.”

“So, Paris, then?” You frown. “We should be careful. Elizabet isn’t very trustworthy. I’m positive her ‘friend’ is some kind of creature from the Underworld, but I don’t know what yet.”

“Fury traced the name. She’s an art critic, and in just a few days she has a ball planned to celebrate her newest prized possession. Some kind of necklace worn by a former Queen of France.” Natasha explains, holding the journal out to you. “We’ve got invites as American representatives from the Smithsonian.”

You snort. “I know nothing of art.”

“But you do know history, grandma.” She winks.

You roll your eyes before they land on an old box just beside the mattress, resting on a table. The smile pulls at your lips, unbidden, as you reach for the box almost blindly. Your mother would kill you if you’d ever touched this, but-

Well, she’s not here anymore.

There are familiar pairs of earrings you recognize. She’d worn them plenty of times throughout your life, before she…

Old bracelets, worn necklaces - many you’re sure could sell for plenty of money by now. Finally, you find what you had been looking for.

It isn’t a grand ring by any means, but it was always one of your favorites. You can feel the magic thrumming from it as you hold it between your fingers with great caution. It stings, feels wrong to be around, but that just means it’s still in working order. You murmur a soft incantation, much to the surprise of Natasha - who, up until now, hadn’t even seen you use your magic before - and the feeling gradually goes away.

“What is that?” She asks, looking down at the deep green gemstone. Holding it in place are vine-like silver tendrils curling into each other. You aren’t sure how old it is, but your father had enchanted it himself long, long ago to give to your mother. It wasn’t her wedding ring, but it was a ring that kept her safe for many years.

“It’s an enchanted ring,” you explain, holding it out to her. “It makes you feel… different to the rest of the monsters. Like you’re spoiled, or something. More of a claim, really.”

She arches an eyebrow, plucking the ring delicately. “I realize you’re old-fashioned but there’s no need to ask for my hand to get into my pants.”

If you could blush, you would. “Ha ha. Very funny. That was my mother’s ring, I’ll have you know.”

She puts it on with pursed lips, examining it for a long moment like a real professional. You try not to tap your feet as she does so. “It’s pretty,” she murmurs. “But, what about you?”

“I… enhanced it a little,” you admit shyly. “A simple spell, really.”

“That’s-”

A thud makes Natasha’s features go slack with shock. She crouches low, her gun in her hands in a breath of a moment. You follow her lead, crouching and reaching beneath the bed until you find the familiar handle of a stake. Two of them - your father was a raging paranoiac. You pull them out and hand one to Natasha.

“Does anyone else know about this location?” Natasha asks in a quiet voice. “Any old friends?”

“No,” you whisper back. “This place used to be protected against vampires. It was gone long before we got here.”

You should have been more prepared for this.

“Stay close to me,” you order. “You’re going to shove that right in its chest, as deep and hard as possible - but only if it comes for you. I’m going to keep it off of you.”

“Nice try,” she scoffs. “I’m not hanging back and letting you have all the fun.”

Thud.

“Nat, this isn’t a-”

The door slams open, effectively shutting you up. You take a slow step closer to Natasha, fingers wrapped firmly around the familiar smoothed wood.

“It’s been far too long,” comes the bone-chilling voice. It’s a familiar, distant memory - a memory you try, in vain, to push away. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

You creep out of the room, signaling for Natasha to stay back, bile rising in your throat. “You shouldn’t be alive,” you hiss, standing to your full height.

“Neither should you,” the grin is full of sharpened teeth. Marcus is one of the oldest vampires you’ve ever fought. You were certain you left him for dead in your rampage. Evidently, you were wrong. “I always knew you would come back. You have no idea what you’ve unleashed, do you?”

His skin is grey with age, his eyes sunken in. He must have been handsome, long, long ago, but something happens with vile creatures like him. Something in the way they can return from the Pit like this.

“Get out of my home,” you snarl.

“I buried her, you know.” He continues, still grinning. He taps his long, bony fingers against the trim of the long-forgotten loveseat. “Your poor mother. I think something happened when your dear father came home.”

Anger sparks within you sharp and hot. A strike of lightning. Before you even realize what you’re doing, your body throws itself at the ancient monster. His red eyes flash with amusement, fingers finding your arm and throwing you - carelessly, easily - out of the hole in the side of the cottage.

You land with a hard thud. The stake is still in your hand, but you’re starting to feel that familiar heat of your magic coming to life. It thrums in your palms, dances at the edges of your fingertips. Marcus follows easily, his fist flying at your face with the speed of a bullet.

You’re not human anymore, though.

You grab his hand in yours, sending a violent wave of heat through your palm. He howls in pain, the stench of burning flesh hitting your nose. There’s a shadowy cloud drifting around your fingers, but you pay it no mind.

Marcus roars in fury, lunging at you and pinning you against a nearby tree. Your back scrapes against the bark just before he tosses you into the air with such ease you may as well be a ragdoll. You grab his neck the first chance you get, stake forgotten, and curl your body over his.

You see a flash of red, hear the thrum of a panicked heartbeat. Natasha.

Marcus’ head swivels in the direction of her. You don’t see his grin, but hear it in his voice. “You brought a friend, too. How delightful.”

He grabs you roughly, pinning you to the ground and TEARING at your arms. “I’d love to make you watch as I kill her,” he laments, “but the King will not allow the likes of you to walk in His New World.”

You hear the familiar crunch of a vampire’s flesh being torn apart. He’s going to rip your arms off, savor every second of killing you. The pain is enough to make you scream.

Then, there’s nothing but the pained howl of Marcus. Natasha has her legs wrapped around his neck, her stake coming down at a strong - but unfortunately clumsy - angle. He tosses her aside easily. She lands next to you with a grunt, but seems uninjured.

You, on the other hand… you’re getting weaker. He’s too strong - Natasha isn’t experienced enough with hunting vampires this old. He died and came back - he must have obtained something in return.

“Natasha,” you look at her with wide, panicked eyes. “I have to ask you something.”

“Now is not the time for that proposal.” She pulls you back to your feet just in time to avoid Marcus’ next lunge. She really is remarkably fast for a human.

“No,” you wheeze. “I need- I need to drink your blood.”

“Oh,” she blushes. “Uh- right- right now?”

“I need you to trust me.” You breathe. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Okay,” she yelps when you take her into your arms, sending a wave of your unusually dark magic in the direction of the vampire. He snarls as it holds him in place.

You waste no time while the spell lasts. You lift your head to Natasha’s neck, placing a careful kiss there as she slowly tilts her head to the side. You sink your fangs in, sighing with relief. Strength flows into you quickly, violently. You’re trembling when you pull away, giving her another lasting kiss over the bite. Natasha’s body becomes slack as you ease her beneath the elm tree beside your brother. You pray, if there’s anything listening, that it’s Arthur, and some part of him will keep her safe while you turn to Marcus with a newfound energy bursting through you.

He cackles. “You would keep a blood-”

“Finish that sentence and I promise you will not be able to return in one piece.” Your hands are swarming with that dark smoke, now.

He eyes you with real fear, suddenly. His near-glowing eyes hone in on your palms. “He- it’s worse than he thought…”

“It’ll be a helluva lot worse for you in a second!” You announce, taking your chance to grapple him to the ground.

He tears into you with all he’s got. You hear something like a tree cracking as you throw him against it. At last, your moment comes, and you twist off his head with a quick, smooth motion. He falls to the ground, head rolling away as you ease yourself away from the body. You waste no time in burning it, using a final burst of your powers to light the parts before hurrying back to where Natasha lay beside the tree.

She looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Good?” She slurs.

“Good,” you confirm, holding your hand out to her. “Now let’s scram before we can get caught up with anyone else paying me a visit.”

Finding a taxicab is difficult, but not impossible. Natasha is just starting to come to by the time you make it to your hotel. When you’re finally in your pajamas, snuggled into your separate beds, she finally speaks:

“Are you alright?”

You stare into the darkness for a long while. Are you alright? It’s sort of a ridiculous question isn’t it? “I might be starting the apocalypse that I ended a century ago. So…”

“Who doesn’t start their fair share of apocalypses?”

You snort. “What, is this a common occurrence with your line of work, agent?”

“It doesn’t usually involve an ancient cabal of vampires, but,” she clears her throat. “It’s nice to have a little change every now and then.”

You laugh. “You’re nuts.”

“Aren’t we all?” She hums. “But, seriously, you aren’t alone in this.”

You smile to yourself. “I know.”

- - - -

“It’s different, isn’t it?” Natasha asks, her hand finding yours almost absentmindedly. She tells herself it’s to avoid getting lost in the crowd, but you’re certainly not complaining. (Or asking.) “The city, I mean. I can’t imagine what this feels like to you.”

“The whole world is different,” you shrug. “Be nice if it was less dangerous, though.”

She wrinkles her nose. It’s so cute you have a brief thought of leaning in and kissing it. “Don’t think that’ll happen any time soon.”

The sun has just set, Amsterdam igniting its nightlife with the rise of the moon. You take in the sight of all the young, smiling faces. You think of the dirt roads you used to know, the children you grew up with. Had their lives been happy? When you gave yourself into the ‘family business’, you lost contact with so many of them. You didn’t care for remembering them back then. You were going to die young, and you were ready for it.

But now you’re something like alive, in a new city with a new face beside you, smiling like it’s just a normal night. You’re two normal people, out doing normal people things. (Which, you suppose you are, before your flight to Paris tomorrow.)

Natasha’s eyes are bright; she looks ethereal. If you could capture this exact moment, when your eyes meet and her lips are curled into that smirk of hers, and relive it forever - you would.

The bar is dark and heavy and loud. Getting drunk isn’t as fun when it takes too much alcohol to get you tipsy, but Natasha doesn’t seem to mind. She can hold her own, that’s for sure.

She’s getting your final round of drinks for the night when a woman perches beside you. She reeks of rum, her eyes drooping and her smile lazy.

“Are you American?” She asks, her accent heavy with her drunken state.

“No,” you admit. “But I live in America.”

“You’re cute,” she leans in too close for comfort. “I can show you the best spots in-”

“That’s nice,” you politely offer, scooching back an inch just to stop smelling the alcohol on her breath. “But I really don’t think you should-”

“C’mon,” her hand falls on your arm, squeezing lightly. “It’ll be fun.”

“I came here with someone.” You try to pull your arm away but she’s either relentless or clueless or just needs to stop drinking.

“So?” She purrs. “I don’t see them now.”

A throat clears. The girl turns to find Natasha glaring daggers. If looks could kill, Natasha would be an even deadlier assassin. The drinks are sitting on the table, forgotten momentarily as Natasha hones in on her target. She looks at you, briefly, before scowling at the woman.

“Well? You see me now, don’t you?”

The girl’s eyes widen. “I-”

“No, no, please. Continue grabbing my girlfriend in front of me.”

“I’m just gonna-” the girl slides out of the booth and scurries away like a frightened chihuahua. You snort as Natasha takes her spot, looking a little too smug.

“Aw, you called me your girlfriend,” you tease, taking your drink and offering it in a toast. She clinks her glass against yours with a roll of her eyes.

“It’s the only way to scare off desperate people like that.”

“I liked it. You should be possessive of me more often.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

It’s weird, this moment of sudden clarity. You had never considered falling in love before - you had no plans to pass on the family curse, after all, and there was simply no time for it. You saw how distraught your father’s absence made your mother. You had been there for the waiting, for the ‘what if’ that lasted months at a time.

You never wanted it.

But that doesn’t stop it from finding anyone, does it?

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Natasha asks, blushing a little under your attention.

“You’re just beautiful, that’s all.”

I really am in deep shit, you think distantly.

- - - - thank u, next - - - -

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abimess · 3 years ago

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Oh hi hi ! Hope you take care of yourself and that you have a good day ! I have an idea of Natasha x reader if your request are open ! Its about the reader getting really injured and they have to stay at the hospital or the medbay for long time like really really long time (6 month) and seems really fine with it then the day they can go home its Nat who told them and the reader just burst into tears because they just wanted to go home so bad but didnt say anything about it. And Nat is just shocked because she never seen the reader cry before even in really critical situation. And then you can finish it like you want to !

Hi, lovely! Sorry this took so long. But here it is! I honestly really liked the result, hope you do too.

You can read the story here: Medbay Revelations

#request #fayhar

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missmonsters2 · 4 years ago

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Hi ! Its been a moment that i thought about a natasha x fem reader based on the song I'll be good - Jaymes Young. The reader have power and is scared of using them. For me its like an angst with a lot of depression, anxiety, guiltiness. Like nat wasnt very close with the reader but on day she see her crying in silence in the corner of a hallway. So nat is intrigued because the reader is a smiley person who always cheer on other and never seem sad.

Hi friend! This is an awesome thought. Unfortunately, my requests are not open at this time so I cannot complete it. Definitely save this for the next time it’s open :) thanks so much! ��💘

#fayhar #mm: answered

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sytoran · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 / subby!wanda headcanons

babygirl wanda who has to be in your lap at all times. needs to nuzzle into your chest, feel your warmth and your scent. it's more than a common occurrence at the avengers compound to see you and wanda entangled on the couch, or an armchair. she constantly needs to feel your strong arms around her waist, playing with her tummy or tracing patterns on her thighs.

wanda likes the fact that you're so much bigger than her, that when she's in your lap you so easily engulf her. when her head is tucked under your chin, watching tv. absent-mindedly kiss up her neck, or let your big hands grope her tits — poor babygirl gets so flustered and messy, feel her panties get sticky when you touch her offhandedly like she's your property and the both of you know it.

babygirl wanda who steals your clothes. it's far too big for her, obviously, but she loves your smell and your comfort and everything about you. be it old military jackets, or worn band shirts, or vintage leather jackets — wanda'll wear it. your clothes are hers. when she feels especially naughty, like the little brat she is, she’ll strip down to her cute little panties and put on one of your shirts, then sit on the bed with her legs spread and wait for you to come back home. if she feels like teasing, maybe wanda will even send you a little photo of her all dolled up for you. it’s the most effective way to get you riled up, wanda is well aware, and it never fails. all she wants is you.

babygirl wanda who can be such a brat. wearing a sundress and no panties and sitting on your lap with an innocent smile. she knows you’re not concentrating on the mission debrief anymore, even as hard as you try to keep a straight face. just furrowing your brows as she squirms happily in your lap, rubbing her cute cunt all over your clothed thigh. because she knows, that the only reason you’re not fucking her senseless is because the other agents are still in the room. and that when the debrief is over, she’s going to be in for a wild ride of a punishment. babygirl wanda finding the naughtiest methods to get your attention just so she can get punished.

babygirl wanda being a possessive, easily-jealous little thing over you. if any other woman so much as stares at you for too long, wanda gets so jealous. she’s all pouty, trying to drag you away as you try to continue basic conversation. babygirl doesn’t give a fuck about social etiquette if she gets the inkling that someone’s trying to take you away from her. will so much as jump into your arms if she wants, to make it clear that she’s yours, and no one else will ever take her place. glaring at the poor woman who just wanted to do her job, sticking her tongue out behind their back as you sigh. you have to spend a good minute after that consoling your babygirl, reminding her once again, that you’re hers, and she’s yours, and nothing will ever change that. you bake peanut butter cookies for her, and suddenly wanda’s all bubbly again.

babygirl wanda who just wants to drown in you, all of you. and in turn, you might just want to drink her all up, too.

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i know this wasn't really expected, but i also wasn't expecting this brainrot to suddenly invade my brain... but ehh life gives you whatever, just gotta deal with it hmmm

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frostedfaves · 4 years ago

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Hey ! Could u tag me for the story about Nat please sweety pie ? 😊🙌 By the way I really like what u write u could say im one of your fan !

thank you for reading what I write!! I appreciate it so much 🥰 and ofc I’ll tag you!

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maximoffwitch · 2 years ago

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Cheater, Cheater (Pumpkin Eater)

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: none really

summary: Natasha cheats.

word count: 601

a/n: this is pretty short but it was just an idea that came to my mind so i hope you guys like it :))

“I can’t believe you would do this to me,” you yelled, slamming your hands down on the table with frustration.

“Baby—,” Natasha went to interject at an attempt to placate you.

“You cheated, Natasha!”

The room went silent, as the weight of your words hung in the air.

“You cheated,” you repeated, out of breath, your chest heaving as you ran your hands through your hair.

“(Y/N), I didn’t,” Natasha defended, remaining steady, “I swear.”

“I literally saw you,” you scowled, the image of your girlfriend’s sneaking under the table to do God only knows what, “with my own two eyes. Are you calling me a liar, Natalia?”

The redhead rolled her eyes at the use of her birth name. “No, baby, I’m not calling you a liar.”

“Don’t,” you pointed your finger at her, as she raised her hands in the air, “call me that.”

“Look, (Y/N),” Natasha took a step towards you, but you moved back, “it’s not what you think. I didn’t even—,”

“Save it,” you snapped, not wanting to hear your girlfriend’s excuses. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

Natasha sighed, her shoulder sagging in defeat, as you turned on your heels and made your way to the bedroom.

“And don’t even think about following me,” you shouted over your shoulder, leaving Natasha standing lamely by herself in the living room.

She could only grumble under her breath before clearing the dishes, working to clean the kitchen. If Natasha knew you at all, which after two years of dating she’d like to think so, she knew you just needed a couple hours to cool off before the two of you could talk reasonably.

—

“(Y/N),” Natasha knocked softly, opening your shared bedroom door, “can I come in?”

“Mhm,” you hummed barely loud enough for the other woman to hear.

As she entered the room, Natasha had to bite back a chuckle when she saw your state. You were curled up in a thick knit-blanket, a birthday gift from Laura, and were wearing Natasha’s old New York Yankees hoodie.

“Baby,” she started, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, “are you ready to hear my side of the story?”

You could only nod, the betrayal still too fresh for you to speak.

“My money must have fallen off the table earlier, and I didn’t even notice until the end of the game,” Natasha explained. “I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. I would never cheat.”

“Nat,” you sat up abruptly, “there’s no way that your whole stack of hundreds fell onto the floor and you didn’t notice!”

“But it’s true!” Natasha insisted, scooting closer to you. “I didn’t even want to buy Broadway but you left me no choice.”

When you gave no response and only pouted, Nat chuckled, pulling you into her side and kissing your forehead.

“How about this?” she kept a soft grip on you, as you playfully tried to wiggle away. “We play again tomorrow, a rematch. I left the board out and everything, and I promise to make sure all my money stays on the table.”

After a moment of contemplation, you gave in, grumbling, “Fine.”

Natasha climbed over you onto the bed, settling on the other side of you, as she grinned down at you, chastely kissing your pouting lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you sighed contently, letting all the tension from earlier leave your body, as you leaned into your girlfriend’s comforting presence. As you felt your eyelids drooping, you poked Natasha’s side, “But you still cheated.”

“Why would I cheat in Monopoly?!”

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somber-sapphic · 1 year ago

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Burning Up

〘Prompt 8 on day 8- Persistent Fever〙

〘Notes- Super short, just wanted to make sure it was technically done on time. Completely unedited because I'm tired.〙

〘Summary- Sometimes the only thing that can help a fever is a cool bath and a song.〙

〘Word Count- 500〙

〘Pairing- Natasha x Sick Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

“Come on, in the bath.” Natasha grunted, more to herself than to you. You were in absolutely no condition to fight her, so instead you just allowed her to carry you into the bathroom where you were deposited into the tub.

For three days the assassin had been sitting at your bedside, pouring tea and medicine down your throat as she tried everything, she could do to get your temperature down. She didn’t know exactly what your body was dealing with, but it seemed to have gone into overdrive.

She had been watching your temperature steadily rise, her worry increasing with your fever. When it had hit 103, the woman knew that she had to try something else. Had Bruce been available she would’ve gone running to him, but he was on vacation. Her next thought had been Clint, but he was far too annoying.

A quick debate had brought her to the internet where she frantically searched for ways to bring your temperature down. After five minutes of looking, she had decided on a lukewarm bath and ice chips. You had been consuming ice chips for about ten minutes as the two of you waited for the bath to come to an ideal temperature.

“Okay love, ready?” Natasha asked, lifting your practically lifeless body off of the toilet seat. You moaned in response, too weak to give a real answer. Taking your pathetic whine for a yes, the redhead lowered you into the water.

You let out an alarmed cry at the sudden change in temperature and clutched at Nat’s arms, trying in vain to pull yourself out of the cool water. The assassin shushed you softly and kept you in the tub. She held you there until you finally calmed down, your body adapting to the new temperature.

Natasha grabbed a washcloth and dipped it in the water, squeezing it out before she wiped the sweat off of your face, chest, and the back of your neck. She continued the process as you settled into the bath, your eyes beginning to close as the water sapped away your fever.

This was the most comfortable that you had been in days, and you finally felt like you might be able to sleep. That feeling was intensified when Natasha began to sing.

It was a soothing Russian song, made even more calming by the redhead’s beautiful voice. You couldn’t understand the words, but you didn’t need to. The way Natasha was singing could make any song sound relaxing.

You could feel yourself drifting into the clutches of sleep, but your girlfriend made no move to wake you up. Instead, she began to card her fingers through your hair, seeming content to let you sleep in the bath.

In truth, she was just incredibly relieved. All she cared about was that your temperature was starting to go down. You already felt cooler to the touch, and she the lines in your face had smoothed out, leaving you looking peaceful. With her worries settled, she was perfectly content to let you sleep wherever you wished.

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lesbian-dp · 2 years ago

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The Morning After

Kinktober 2022

Day Twenty-Five

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 595

Warnings: Moring sex, hungover sex, cockwarming, talks of underage drinking, strap on (duh)

Request: Nope.

Summary: The morning after the frat party, you wake up beside Natasha, only to repeat the actions the day before.

A/N: This is a part two of ‘Thigh Mega Tampon’.

Ko-Fi

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(Not my pics)

18+ ONLY

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You awoke the next day, in the late morning, with a sickly headache, thanks to your hangover.

You hadn't even opened your eyes yet, but still, the sun blazing through your uncovered window glared into the lids of your eyes.

With a scrunched-up face, you turned it away, letting out a whimpered groan deep in your chest. Yet you heard another sound, mimicking yours, from the space beside you on the bed.

Ripping your eyes open, you fought against the blaring sun to peer at the body beside yours. Spotting the beautiful -and naked- red-head you had spent the night with prior, out in the backyard of the frat house of 'Kappa Beta Gamma'. The woman whose name you found out was Natasha.

"Your head feel like it's gonna fall off too?"

She groaned softly once more, easing her eyes open, barely, turning to peer at you over her shoulder, "How could I have a hangover this bad. I don't remember drinking this much."

"Maybe we just forgot pounding a full bottle of vodka. Each."

Natasha 'humphed' softly, turning back to snuggle into the pillow, hoping to sleep the hangover off. However, as soon as she shifted around, trying to get comfortable when she gasped suddenly.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" you asked worriedly, hand sliding down to her hip, hovering over the red-head's shoulder, evaluating her expression for any signs of pain.

Her green eyes connected with yours, letting you watch as her pupils expanded and her breath shallowed.

You were confused by her reaction, curious as to what was running through her mind, along with the worry you still felt for her. That was until you gasped yourself.

All thanks to Natasha rolling her hips back into yours, and the realization dawned on you.

The strap you had worn last night to fuck the beautiful girl was still secured around your hips and deep within her.

"Jesus Christ," you whispered, leaning down to push your face into her neck, "You want it even now?"

"Can you blame me? I think sex would make me feel a lot better."

With a hum, she reached back to thread her fingers into your hair as you mouthed at her neck, learning nips and wet kisses across the area. Holding her hip as you began thrusting into her from behind.

"I just think you're insatiable," you chuckled into her neck.

Sliding your arm under the red-head's body, your free hand, the girl folded her fingers between yours before you pulled your entwined hands to her abdomen. While your other slid around to play with her throbbing clit. Still able to use your grip on her to pull her down against your thrusts.

"Oh God, Y/N."

"Fuck, I love it when you moan my name."

With a giggle, Natasha replied, "Maybe next time I'll let you film it, so you can hear it whenever you want."

You grunted, pounding into her harder in reaction, spurring on her orgasm. With her cry of your name, your head throbbed painfully, reminding you of your hangover, bringing on a light ringing in your ears.

Natasha panted against your lips, pressing hisses onto your lips, no less passionate to the last. With her nose brushing against yours, she whispered, "I don't want you to be just a one-night stand."

"I could tell that from the whole filming you thing," you joked. Another kiss to her lips, "But I feel the same way."

With that, and her smile, sealed the deal for your coming years at the university.

... and perhaps there after.

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years ago

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I ABSOLUTELY ADORE OPF. AMAZING SERIES, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE.

Ps. Any chance of a slightly jealous Natasha?

It's always reader who is the jealous one.

mine

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: jealousy? societal assimilation? misuse of a prompt for a pillow fight? sorry anon. (But if you want better jealous!natasha, go see fuck around and find out)

a/n: platonic!kate bishop x reader. natasha being dumb

"No, no, you cross your hands over for the first one," Kate says, pushing your wrists this way and that. "Look." She positions your hands palm up and pats them back and forth with her own.

"Okay," you say. Your legs are beginning to cramp. "Start again."

"Okay, sure," Kate says. She claps and you copy. She reaches out a palm, you flatten yours against hers and then you slip your fingers in between hers and grab hold before she can slip away again. The looks of shock, confusion, disappointment and careful amusement crossing her face in quick succession crack your serious expression and you can't help it: you burst out laughing.

Kate yanks her hand away, half-giggling. "Stop messing with me!" she protests.

"But it's funny," you say, your laughs giving in to little hiccups. "Let's play Super Mario again-"

"No, you beat me every time-"

"Please, Kate, please this is soooo boring," you groan.

"I'm giving you your preschool education!" Kate protests.

"I have two Master's degrees," you say, fixing her with a stare.

"Yeah, but you don't know how to play pattycake."

"You're a pattycake. Turn the TV on."

"You are so rude," Kate says, grabbing a pillow and swatting you gently with it. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"You are going to start a war you can't win, Bishop," you warn. Kate just giggles and swats you again. "Alright, that's it." You shove at her, toppling her to the carpet, grab the couch seat cushion, and begin to bludgeon her over the head with it. Shaking with laughter, Kate can do nothing but take it.

"Hey." You pause, the couch cushion poised to deliver a last blow. Kate pants on the floor. Natalia is standing over you, looking sharply curious. "What's going on?"

"She refused to play Mario with me," you grumble. Natalia's shoulders shift somewhat.

"Oh," she says. Like you've relieved her. "Right. Well, you brough it on yourself, Bishop."

"Eirgh," Kate groans.

Natalia touches your cheek, almost absentmindedly, then moves your hair behind your ear. "Don't have too much fun," she says, too lightly. Then she moves away, slow.

"That was weird," you say when she's gone. Then you shrug and bring the cushion down on Kate's shoulders, to squeals and weak protests.

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Loving You Sequel (Pt.8)

I know that it's been months. I want to kill my writer's block, I swear.

This is the end. I'll just try to get some bonus stuff when I can.

Warning : Omegaverse. Alpha!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words.

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You come home and sigh in relief as you take off your coat.

“Wanda, love?” You shout into the house and you raise an eyebrow as you get no reply. Wanda was usually the first one to come home, specially since she’s nearing her heat. “Are you somewhere?” You mumble as you notice her shoes still in the doorway, so she didn’t go out. You discard your bag and keys then go upstairs. You open the bedroom and see her sleeping while surrounded by your clothes. You smile then go quietly to her. “Hello, love.” She slowly opens her eyes then smiles as she sees you.

“Moya lyubov.” She pulls you by your collar and quickly bury your face into her chest. “I missed you.” You push yourself off of her and grin.

“Clearly.” You look at the mess and kiss her. “You’re going to help me put all of these back after your heat.”

“Sure.” You begin relieving her of her heat.

You were preparing breakfast downstairs while Wanda is getting ready for the day. She has the day off because of her heat. She looks at her mark and can’t help the smile that takes over her face.

“Wanda? Breakfast is ready, babe!”

“I’m coming!” It was a typical day. It was supposed to be. Wanda was in heat so she’d the next few days at home, just resting while you stay with her for the first couple of days then go into work after the worst of the heat has passed by. You furrow your eyebrow when Wanda comes down the stairs with no scent at all… what?

“Did you spray some perfume? I can’t smell you at all.” Wanda shakes her head then you get your phone as she sits.

You: Sis, what was Venus’s first symptoms when she got pregnant?

Alsie: Lost of scent then she got super clingy. Why?

Alsie: …

Alsie: Y/N! Venus just gave birth! DID YOU IMPREGNATE WANDA ALREADY!?

You: What does that got to do with me impregnating MY WIFE??

Alsie: Huh. You know what. Might be good. Yeah. Good for you.

You: ????

“Who are you texting?” Wanda asks as she eats her pancakes.

“Alsie.” She hums.

“Say hi for me.”

“Gotcha.”

You were both just watching a movie when it happened. She liked touching your hand but she also liked having her space. It looked like she was not letting you go though.

“Wanda, love?” She hums, not turning away from the movie. “Can I have my arm back? I’m going to prepare us some dinner.” She paused the movie then thought about it for a second. You wanted to take a picture of her because she looked adorable.

“No. Just order us take-out.” She says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Wanda. The kitchen is literally ten feet away. I can prepare u-“

“No. I don’t want to let you go.”

“It’s for dinner. You can and let me go.”

“No. Please, moya lyubov?” She brings out her puppy eyes and pout and you sigh in defeat. You groan as you get your phone and she grins at you.

“What do you want to eat?” She hums then cuddles into your arm even more.

“Can we get some burgers?” You nod then order. She plays the movie again and you hum as you put your phone down and watch. The doorbell ring fifteen minutes later and Wanda lets you go with a pout. You get the order then sit besides her once again.

“Here.” You hold out her burger then she smiles at you. You notice then raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Can you feed me?” She asks with pleading eyes.

“Wanda. It’s a burger. You can literally eat it with one hand.”

“Please, moya lyubov?” You don’t budge. “Darling?” Nope. “Wifey?” Nadah. “Y/N, baby?” No. “Y/N Maximoff.” You blush at that. OKAY. IT JUST AFFECTS YOU THE MOST OKAY. HEARING HER LAST NAME WITH YOUR NAME JUST DOES SOMETHING TO YOUR HEART. Wanda grins because she finally has her weapon. She leans closer to your ear then with her sultry voice that she knows you love, because you pointed it out to her multiple times already. “Please, my lovely Y/N Maximoff. Please feed me.” You growl then put down the burger and Wanda yelps as you pin her down.

“Wanda. Stop that.”

“Stop what?” She asks with an innocent grin the chuckle as she notices the bulge in your pants. GODDAMN SULTRY VOICE.

“Damn it, woman. Do you want dinner or-“

“You.” You whimper at that and she runs her hand through your chest. “Always you, moya lyubov.” You toss the blanket off of her then carry her upstairs.

Wanda giggles as you come back to the room with your order.

“Now it’s cold. This is your fault.” You grumble as you hold out her burger and this time she accepts it with a grin. You start eating your own meal while you check your phone. You notice Wanda staring. “What is it?” She shakes her head then continues eating and you ignore it.

“I think I’m ready for babies.” You look at her with your burger hanging and your mouth open. “I just-“ Wanda blushes. “It’s been three years since we got married and we both have good jobs so I figure-“ She clears her throat when she still got no reply from you. “I want a little you running around.” You slowly put your burger down then hum as you see that she already finished hers. You then put her hand on your chest.

“Say that again.” Wanda raises an eyebrow at your behavior.

“I’m ready for babies.” She notices that you began crying and your heart beat faster than ever.

“God, how did I ever get so lucky with you, Wanda?” She was about to answer when you kiss her passionately and she can feel her core aching for you once again. “I’m absolutely in love with you.” She whimpers at your words and you can’t help but smile. “I’m going to make sure.” She nods at you. “For the next three days or so. I will be making sure you take everything in.” She nods again. “Everything, Wanda. I mean it. So this.” You kiss her stomach. “Will have my babies in it.”

“Yes. Please.” You smirk.

“Shall we start?”

You hum as you prepare your breakfast, lunch and dinner the next day, you made sure that you only needed to reheat the meals because you’re not letting anyone else see Wanda for the next few days. Your phone pings and see that Alsie has texted you.

Alsie: SO??? Is Wanda pregnant?

You: She will be. I’m making sure of it.

Alsie: …

Alsie: I’m scared, concerned, and excited at the same time.

Alsie: You’re making sure????

You: Yup. She wants to have them too so. We’re going to get pregnant no matter what.

Alsie: Oh. Congrats. Val is going to be jealous.

You laugh at that.

You: Stop teasing her and Leah. They might be soulmates but they’ve only been going out for eight months.

Alsie: Unplanned pregnancy is still up in the air.

You: ALSIE! Damn. Stop it.

Alsie: Fine. I’m telling everyone not to bother you and Wanda for the next week or so.

You: Thank you. Call me if there’s an emergency though.

Alsie: Will do.

You finish prepping the tray then bring it upstairs. Wanda is still sleeping and you can’t help but smile. She just looks so relaxed. You love that.

“Wanda, love.” She opens her eyes slowly then smiles.

“Yes, wife?”

“We should eat breakfast.” You kiss her. “So we’ll have energy.” She grins then sits on the bed.

Three days later.

Your phone rings and Wanda grumbles as she turns away from the sound.

“Sorry, love.” You get out of the bed then get the offending device. Light was calling you. “I’m just outside, Wands.” She manages a weak wave and you chuckle as you answer your phone.

“Is there something wrong, teach?” You put your bathrobe on and stretch.

“Yep. Where did you put the last two datas you gathered? Also, where are the samples you had four days ago?”

“The datas are in the fourth drawer on my desk and the samples are in the fridge.” You pause…. “Did you not do anything for the past three days?????” Light would usually be on top of everything. She sighs.

“Yes.” She clears her throat. “We just confirmed out that Peggy is pregnant and well. We kinda overdid it with the celebratory sex.” You laugh at that.

“Look at you two! Finally having a kid after all these years.”

“Shut it, Maximoff. We just- we knew we couldn’t do it because Peggy was always busy but now that she’s OFFICIALLY retired and only does analysis, well.”

“Congratulations, Godmother.” You smile. “I can’t wait to meet them.” She laughs at that.

“Thanks. Now I know they’re going to be okay.”

“What?”

“They would have you, your wife and your siblings after all.” You beam at that. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, teach. I’ll see you, okay?”

“Got it. Make sure she’s positive before you come back.” You grin as you hang up.

Wanda wakes up with her body feeling sore. She shudders as she remembers the past few days. You barely made her rest. She sees some pregnancy tests on the bedside drawer and hum as she takes one with her to the bathroom. She smiles as she gets your note from the mirror.

‘I went out to refill the grocery stock. Figured you needed the rest. Love you.

PS. Up to you if you want to take the tests or not. I might also be gone long because Ma and Mom needed some help back at the house. I’ll be back as soon as I can. There’s food in the fridge and you only have to reheat them.’

She takes the stick out and take a deep breath. She wants to find out now.

After taking it and the result still not coming out. Wanda wore some of your clothes and went downstairs to get some food. She heard her phone ring and answer it.

“Morning, love.” She smiles at your voice as she places the food on the microwave.

“Morning, moya lyubov.” She sits down at the table.

“Did you just wake up? Is my wife not getting enough sleep?”

“Hey, you’re the one who keeps on not letting me sleep for five hours straight.” You chuckle at that. “Not that I’m complaining.” You laugh now and she smiles.

“Good. Also, I might be longer than expected. Mom and Ma decided to foster so the three of us are clearing our rooms.”

“Foster?” The microwave dings and Wanda takes out the food.

“Yep. Apparently, one of Ma’s childhood friends got into an accident a month ago. She didn’t want the five kids to be in the system so she volunteered to foster them… and hopefully adopt them.”

“You’re going to be a big sister?” She gets a glass and fills it with water.

She hears a grunt and Alsie’s voice saying Valerie’s name. “Jeez, be careful, Val. That thing can kill someone by just it’s weight.” Wanda can hear Val saying sorry. “Sorry about that. And yes, if things go well.”

“Who are you talking to?” Alsie asks and Wanda can hear you scoff.

“Who do you think?” Alsie laughs then shouts Hi and Wanda giggles.

“Tell her I said Hi, as well.” You hum.

“That should be all.” She can hear Valerie sigh in relief. “You talking to Wanda?”

“Yep.”

“Good luck on the babies, Wanda! Name one after me, okay?” Wanda giggles as she can hear your grumble.

“Where are the other two sleeping, Ma?” She can hear you ask.

“Hopefully they can share beds.” She can hear the three of you groan.

“At least get them beds, ma.”

“Yeah, one of them is thirteen.”

“Sorry, love, we need to educate our mothers on privacy. Hopefully, I’ll be back in two hours.”

“Got it. Be careful, Y/N. I love you.”

“Love you too, Wanda.” You hang up then she eats.

Honestly, Wanda had forgotten about the test, specially when Pietro called her and gushed about his soulmate, Crystal. Then he also invited her and you and your family to the upcoming Olympics to be his personal cheerleaders. Wanda chatted for a good hour with her brother and lost track of time.

“Love? I’m home!” You open the door and bring inside the groceries that you got earlier. Wanda hangs up after she says goodbye then kisses you as you remove your coat.

“Welcome back.” You smile then kiss her again, you won’t ever get tired of coming home to her.

“Yeah.” You try to deepen the kiss but she stops you.

“Groceries, Y/N. I’m going to put them away so go change.” You hum in agreement as you place the bags on the kitchen counter.

“I’m going to help after I finish.” She hums then you jog upstairs. You were looking for a fresh shirt when you notice the stick with two lines on it. Your heart leapt from your chest. It was positive. You run downstairs then quickly hug and kiss Wanda. She yelps then gets confused why you’re laughing.

“What’s up, moya lyubov?” She asks after the third kiss.

“Wanda, your surprise.” Wanda tilts her head at you.

“What surprise?” You confusedly hold out the pregnancy test.

“This?” She snatches it then freeze. Positive. It was positive. She’s pregnant.

“I forgot.” She looks at you then you smile.

“Want to take more to confirm it?” She nods then run upstairs to get a few more tests. You follow her then wear a new shirt. You send Venus a quick text asking if she knew any pediatrician and where you can confirm Wanda’s pregnancy. Then you go downstairs to finish putting away the groceries. Wanda comes down just as you finish the last bag.

“Y/N.” You look at her then smile.

“All of them?” She nods then you chuckle as she begins crying.

“Wanda.” You hug her then cry yourself. “I love you so much, Wands.”

“How many do you want of them, Y/N?” She asks and you hum as you make random patterns on her arm.

“Maybe ten?” She looks at you and you look away. “Look, I love you and I want you to have my babies as much as possible but if you want-“ She kisses you then.

“Ten sounds good.”

“Really?”

“Y/N Maximoff.” She calls out and you gulp. “I am yours. Forever.” She puts your hand on her stomach. “And I want to have as many children as possible as well.”

“But your career-“

“It doesn’t mean that we have to have one every year. Heck, you do know that twins run in my family, right?” You grin at that.

“Twins. Oh my god, we might be having twins. Hell yes.” She giggles as you fist pump.

“You’re that excited about twins?” You kiss her.

“Of course. It’ll be so cute and they’ll have each other.”

“Do you want them to be like Pietro and me? A boy and a girl?” You hum.

“Yes. I want them to have the bond that you two have.” She cuddles closer and you kiss her head. “Let’s sleep, shall we? We’ll tell everyone else tomorrow.”

You wake up when your phone kept ringing for the past hour. Wanda whines when you pull away and you mumble an apology as you reach for your phone. You answer it when you see it was Venus.

“Wha-“

“IS IT POSITIVE!? IS IT CONFIRMED!?” You groan at Alsie’s voice then hear some rustling.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. She read my messages this morning and called you after.”

“She’s too nosy for her own good.” Venus hums in agreement.

“I do would like to know.” You grin as you sit.

“Yes. She’s pregnant. As told by the ten pregnancy tests she took.” You can hear Alsie’s squeal and realize that Venus put you on speaker.

“Congratulations, little sister.” You can hear the fondness in Venus’s voice and smile.

“Thank you.”

“Is Wanda awake? Can I talk to her?” You shake your wife and she pouts at you.

“Venus wants to talk. I’ll just prepare us breakfast.” Wanda sighs as she accepts the phone and you give her a kiss on her forehead.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, sister-in-law.” Wanda chuckles as she gets dressed.

“Good morning, indeed. Y/N said you wanted to talk to me?”

“I just want us to talk, omega to omega since well… it’s our first time as mothers.” Wanda smiles at that. “I also invited Mrs. Peggy and Ma. Ma because well, she’s experienced and Peggy wants to have bonding time with us.”

“I can do that. When is it?”

“Today. By lunch, we’ll be at your guys’ house and you should kick Y/N out.”

“Oh.” Venus laughs at her as she goes down the stairs.

“Sorry for the short notice.” Wanda hums as she looks at you from the doorway.

“It’s okay. Do I have to cook? Do you guys want anything?”

“Nah. We’ll bring the foods. Just kick her out.”

“Okay. I’ll see you all later then.”

“See you, Wanda.” Venus hangs up and Wanda smiles as you go to her.

“Let’s go have breakfast, love.” She kisses you and you smile into it.

After successfully kicking you out by saying the truth, Wanda waits for Venus, Peggy and Dahlia.

“Are you free?” You ask Natasha who laughs at your predicament.

“Wanda’s already kicking you out, good for her.” You groan at your best friend and she giggles. “I’m with Yelena and Angel, come on over if you want.” You sigh in relief and begin driving to her house.

“Why is Yelena with you?”

“Kate’s over in London training and she was bored.”

“Oh yeah, you guys are coming to the world cup, right?”

“Yeah. You guys are invited too, you know that, right?”

“Um. Well, we might not be able to go.”

“You better get your ass here and explain.” Yelena speaks and you smile.

“Okay, jeez. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Hey. Come on in.” Natasha opens the door and you sigh in relief.

“Hey, Y/N! Did Wanda really kick you out of your house?” You glare at the smug Yelena.

“Hey, Yelena. Did Kate train without you in London?” Yelena growls at you as Natasha laughs when she passes by.

“Y/N.” Angel kisses your cheek. “Have you had lunch yet?”

“No. Wanda kicked me out before I could even buy us some.”

“I’m going to get you a plate. Wait there.” You nod then thank Angel as you sit besides Yelena.

“Why did your wife kick you out?” You sigh.

“Apparently, Ma, Peggy and Venus wanted to talk to her without me.”

“Here you go.” You accept the plate and Angel sits on Natasha’s lap.

“Seriously? What did they want to talk about?”

“Pregnancy, I think.” They all freeze as you grumble. “They should’ve involved me, I’m a first-time parent too.”

“Pregnancy?” “Wanda is pregnant?” Natasha and Angel asks at the same time and you nod.

“We’ve been trying for the past three days and we confirmed it yesterday.” Angel hugs you in excitement and Natasha was quite tame in her congratulations. You raise an eyebrow at your best friend.

“She’s just bummed that I told her that we should wait for two more years.” Angel explains and you chuckle.

“After Olympics?”

“Yep. So we can have more free time than ever.” Angel says with a sultry voice and you choke as Natasha seems to be in a daze.

“OKAY! Jeez, I’m still here, Angel. Maybe tone it down.” Yelena grumbles as you put your plate down.

“She’s right, Angel. We don’t to watch. EVER. So please calm down.” Angel rolls her eyes at you.

Wanda opens the door and Dahlia immediately hugs her.

“Wanda!” Dahlia squeals then lets her go. “Sorry. I know I just held Eula last week but. Another grandchild!” Wanda smiles at her.

“We get it, ma. Now please move, the food will get cold.” Dahlia helps Venus get the food inside and Peggy gets inside looking very pregnant.

“I thought you guys just confirmed it?”

“They confirmed it by leaving it alone for three months!” Dahlia shouts from the kitchen and Wanda giggles.

“Even with the morning sickness and all that?” Peggy sighs as she takes off her coat.

“Yes. We both didn’t want to be hopeful.”

“Even when it was obvious?” Peggy rolls her eyes at them.

“Shut it. Let’s just eat.” The other three chuckles as they all go to the kitchen.

You come home after three hours and open the door with laughter coming from the living room.

“I’m home!” The four stops then look at you as you approach them. “Hey, Ma. Sis. Peggy.” The three wave at you as you walk to Wanda. “Hi, love.” You kiss Wanda and she smiles into it.

“Welcome home.” She whispers and you grin.

“Y/N. We’re still here.” Venus says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“You’re lucky that Ma is here. I still remember what you and Alsie said to me.” Venus blushes as Wanda chuckles. You kept complaining to her about that night.

“Shut up!” You shrug then go to the kitchen.

“Are you guys hungry? Want me to cook?” The four omegas look at each other then smile.

“Yeah.” They all giggle as you roll your eyes.

“What’s funny?”

“Just-” Wanda is about to say when Venus stops her by putting her hand on her mouth. You raise an eyebrow at them.

“Nothing!” Venus glares at Wanda who gently pries the hand off her mouth. You shrug then begin preparing dinner for five people.

“You okay, love?” You ask Wanda as she lays down on your bed.

“Yeah. Just tired.” You hum then sit beside her.

“Anything I can do to help?” You take her hand then kiss it. She blushes lightly then hug you.

“You being by my side is enough, Y/N.” You chuckle at that and kiss her.

“You sure? I can get you anything you’re craving.”

“Baby, it hasn’t even been a month.” Wanda pats the space beside her. “Let’s just get some rest.” You grin then nod at her. You get on the bed and kiss her again.

“I love you so much, Wanda.” She grins at you.

“I love you so much too, Y/N.”

After nine months.

“Baby.” Wanda calls out and you immediately shove aside your laptop then run to the bedroom.

“Wanda?”

“In here, baby.” You get inside the bathroom and see her hunched over the sink.

“Shoot.” You carry her princess style and bring her downstairs. You put her down besides the car and unlock it for her. “Just give me a second, I’m going to grab the bag.” She nods as she gets inside the car. As if you were on a marathon, you quickly grab the bag that was meant for her delivery. You shove the bag on the backseat and quickly get inside.

You were anxiously waiting outside the operating room when your four sisters arrive at the hospital.

“Y/N.” Alsie softly calls out and you sigh in relief as you stand then hug her.

“She okay?”

“Yeah. The doctor said everything is fine.”

“Then why are you out here?”

“Because she was smothering her wife.” You scoff at your ma who hugs your sisters as well.

“Ahh. You Y/LNs are too protective.” Venus says and you glare at her.

“Where’s Eula?”

“Libba is watching over her.”

“Mrs. Maximoff?” The doctor calls out and you stand and face her. “The delivery will begin in five minutes. Your wife has permitted that you be there for it.”

“Thank you, doc.” You get inside the room and see Wanda smiling at her phone.

“Oh here she is, ma.” She holds out the phone and you take it. Oh, she was face timing Iryna.

“Hey, ma. How are things in Sokovia?” Iryna smiles at you and she proceeds to tell you everything about their trip when the nurses began arriving in the room.

“Ma, I’m going to have-“

“Just go, Y/N. Make sure to tell us the gender, okay?”

“Got it. Love you guys!” You hang up and go to the delivery room alongside Wanda.

After an agonizing four hours, you finally hold one of the twins. While the nurse is cleaning the other one. Wanda opens her eyes, and you quickly go to her.

“Hey, love.” She gets teary-eyed as you show Tommy to her.

“Is that-?” You nod then sit besides her on the bed.

“Thomas, love.” You gently place Tommy in her arms and she immediately coos at him.

“Mrs. Maximoff?” The nurse asks and you go to her. You get Billy from her and smile. “They’re both very healthy. Their weights are on the average scale.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll go now.” You nod then go to Wanda’s side again. You show her Billy and she looks at you then cries softly.

“Oh god, love.” You place down Billy besides Tommy and gently wipes away her tears. “Are you okay?” She nods then looks down at the twins.

“I’m just so happy.” You nod then kiss her forehead.

“I’m so happy too.” You get Tommy from her lap. “I’m just letting everyone else in, okay?” She nods and you go to the door. You look back as Wanda caresses Billy’s hands gently with a teary smile.

You open the door and step out. As they see you, everyone outside stands and immediately lights up as they see Tommy.

“Hey everyone.” You say softly and they gather quietly in front of you. “This is Thomas Maximoff.” Zale looks at you and you smile at her. “William is inside.”

“Twins?” Dahlia asks and you nod. They all gasp and you chuckle softly.

“Come on.” Leah opens the door for you and you give her a soft thanks. You all pile up inside and Wanda smiles as you gently give Tommy to Dahlia. “V.” You call out and Venus goes to you. You pick up Billy from Wanda then give him to your sister-in-law gently. “This is William.” You go sit besides Wanda then kiss her. “Do you wanna call your mom and dad with me?”

“Yes. Where’s Piet?”

“He grabbed Dinner for everyone. Along with Alsie and Val.” You get your phone then dial Iryna’s number.

“Finally, Y/N! Is it over what is the baby’s name and gender?” You look at Wanda and she snuggles into your arm.

“Babies, ma. Thomas and William. They’re both boys.”

“Twins?” Iryna gasps softly and you grin.

“Yep. It really does run in the family.”

“Y/N? What did you do?” Oleg comes into the screen and you chuckle alongside Wanda. Everyone else in the room is too preoccupied with the twins.

“Wanda had twins, pa.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Thomas and William. Both boys.” You hear Oleg cheer then see him hug Iryna. You and Wanda both laugh at their antics.

“Okay, we’ll be going back in a week, make sure you take care of them, okay?” You nod at Iryna then say goodbye to your parents.

“Hey, we brought-“ Alsie opens the door and everyone turns to them.

“Dinner.” Val comes in next and freezes at the two babies that is now being held by Zale and Crystal.

“Move, you two!” Pietro tries to get them out of the way to no avail.

“Twins?” Pietro stops at that and you smile at Alsie.

“Yeah. Both boys.” The three quickly discard the dinner onto the desk besides Wanda’s bed and coo at their nephews.

“Names?” Pietro asks softly as he looks at Tommy.

“That is Thomas and the other one is William.”

“Hi, Billy.” Alsie greets as Zale hands him over to her. “It’s very nice to meet you. I’m your cool aunt.”

“Hey.” Valerie protests softly as she holds Billy’s hand. “I’m the much cooler aunt.” You all laugh softly at her then smirk.

“I think you’ll find both Nat and Angel fighting you both for that position.” Your two older sisters raise an eyebrow at you.

“They can try-“ “But we will win.” You chuckle then kiss Wanda.

“I love you so much.” You declare once again and Wanda smiles as she kisses you again.

“I love you so much too.”

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