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togrowoldinv · 7 months

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All That Matters

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha and her daughter have a disagreement, but there’s nothing they can’t work out.

Note: A little mama Nat angst, but I promise it doesn’t end sad! Enjoy this one!

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When Natasha gets home from picking the kids up from school, you know something is off.

Your son shuffles in with an apologetic smile and his little sister on his hip. Your oldest daughter soon follows with not so much as a tiny glance at you as she walks up the stairs.

Natasha enters the house last and shuts the door a little too loudly.

“Everything okay, babe?” You ask her.

“No,” she replies quickly.

You stand up from your chair and walk towards your wife. You can see the weight she carries on her shoulders. Wrapping her in a hug, you don’t feel her hugging back.

That’s never a good sign.

“What happened?” You ask.

Natasha sighs. You let go of her and pull back to look into her eyes.

“Can we just talk later?” Nat asks. Her voice is distant. It breaks your heart.

“Yes, of course, baby. Go for a run or do whatever you need to feel better,” you say.

With that, Nat disappears into the bedroom. You get back to work for another hour or so before you start dinner.

You don’t see Natasha again even once you call everyone for dinner. As you suspected, you check her location and she’s not in the house.

“Where’s Mama?” Your young, innocent daughter asks.

“She had to go into work,” you lie. “We’ll save her some dinner.”

“Does she even like spaghetti?” Your son asks.

“Everyone likes spaghetti,” you reply, causing him to chuckle.

Your oldest daughter remains emotionless at the conversation. She won’t look you in the eye.

“Ali, how was your day today?” You try to get her to speak.

“Fine,” comes her quick reply. She doesn’t look at you, but instead stares down at her plate.

“Can you look at me when I speak to you?” You ask her.

She lifts her eyes up and you see they’re full of tears. You stand up and move next to her.

“Ali,” you say softly. “What’s wrong?”

She stands abruptly and storms out of the kitchen. You hear her door shut upstairs.

“Alright, Ivan, I need you to tell me what happened with Ali and Mama,” you say to your son.

“I don’t know much, but when I got in the car Ali and Mama were arguing about something,” Ivan explains. “It ended with then both saying some hurtful things about each other.”

“Okay,” you say. Not that helpful but a little more information. “Thank you.”

You finish dinner and get Belle tucked into bed. Ivan promises not to stay up too late playing video games, so you leave him be.

You contemplate knocking on Ali’s door but you really want to talk to Natasha first. She’s still not home, so you call her phone.

“Hey,” she answers.

“Hey Natasha. Where are you? Are you coming home?” You ask her.

“I don’t know,” she says.

“What?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t come home,” Nat says.

“Why would you not come home?” You ask.

During the time it takes her to respond, you get on your laptop and track down her phone. She’s at the avenger’s compound.

“You’re better off without me,” Nat says. “The kids are.”

“Hey, you know that’s not true. Natasha, please-“

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Natasha interrupts. She hangs up the phone.

You have to go talk to her. So, you gather your things and tell Ivan he’s in charge. Belle should stay asleep and Ali hasn’t left her room still.

On the drive to the compound, you think about all of things Natasha and Ali could’ve said to each other. You pull into the drive quickly and rush inside.

Clint is standing outside of the training room door when you arrive. He won’t let you in.

“I know she’s in there, Barton. I need to talk to her,” you say.

“She’s not okay right now, y/n,” Clint says.

“I know. That’s why I need to see her. Now are you going to make me tackle you or will you get out of my way?”

The tone of your voice makes Clint step back. You enter the training room and find Natasha at the punching bags.

“Natasha,” you say to get her attention. “We have to talk.”

“No we don’t,” she says, hitting the bag between every word.

“Can you please tell me what happened? Ali stormed upstairs during dinner in tears. Ivan said you and Ali were fighting,” you say. “What about?”

Natasha stops punching the bag and looks at you. Her resolve breaks and she falls to her knees. You watch as she sobs, finally letting herself feel the hurt.

You give her a moment, knowing she doesn’t like to be held immediately when she’s upset. She’s always had to self soothe, but she slowly lets you in. Lets you help.

Nat reaches her hand out for you and you take it in yours. You kneel on the ground in front of her to get on her level. You brush a loose strand from her braid behind her ear and softly rub your thumb over her cheek.

“I’m here,” you say.

“She knows everything,” Natasha says.

“What do you mean by everything?”

“Some kids at school find out about my history,” Nat says. “Not my avenging, but my not so great history. And I guess they confronted Ali about it. She was blindsided.”

“Nat, hey it’s okay. You know you didn’t have a choice,” you remind her. “None of that was your decision.”

“She doesn’t see it that way. And even if she did, I still did all of those things. So now her classmates get to talk shit about it,” Nat vents.

“We’ll stop them.”

“What’s the use?” Nat asks. “They already know. Who did I think I was thinking that I could get away from my past?”

You shake your head at that.

“No, Natasha. You don’t need to do this. Don’t blame yourself for the fact that these kids were mean to Ali,” you say. “What did she say to you?”

Natasha takes a moment to collect herself. It hurts to remember.

“She said I was a liar and a fraud,” Nat says. You gasp and Nat nods. It’s true. “And I tried to explain to her that we chose not to tell her for her own good, but she wouldn’t listen. Maybe it wasn’t the right choice.”

“I’m so sorry, Natasha. I really thought we made the right decision,” you say.

“I did too.”

You let silence linger for a moment. You knew that the kids finding out about her assassin past was always a fear of Natasha’s. It’s a nightmare coming true for her.

“Ivan said you both said hurtful things at the end of the argument,” you recall. “Does that have to do with why you’re here upset and she’s at home upset?”

Nat nods. You see regret flash through her eyes.

“She said that I’m not her real mom,” Natasha says.

“What?” You ask in shock. “Natasha, you’re her mom.”

“Not according to her,” she says. “You’re her mom, but I’m just an asshole who’s been lying to her her whole life.”

“God, Nat. I don’t know what to say. But you know that’s not true.”

“The asshole part might be true,” Nat says. “Because I told her that if she was so dead set on me not being her mother then I would leave.”

“Nat,” you scold her. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” She asks. There’s a hint of sarcasm to her voice. “You’re better off without a fucking assassin getting in the way of things.”

“You’re not an assassin anymore. You never were,” you say.

“I was.”

“You weren’t.”

“Yeah I-“

“Natasha! Stop it! You were forced to do a lot of things you didn’t want to do. But you were never an assassin. It was just your job. And now, you’re a hero. You’ve saved countless more lives than you’ve ever taken,” you say. “Do you hear me, Natasha Romanoff? Don’t you dare reduce yourself to being someone that you never even were.”

Natasha nods. You’re both overcome with emotion and cry together. She lets you hold her this time. You don’t let her go.

“We need to get home to the kids,” you say.

“Okay,” Nat agrees.

You drive back to the house in your car, opting to leave Nat’s motorcycle at the compound.

The house is quiet when you get home. Nat goes toward the bedroom but you grab her hand before she can get too far away.

“Go talk to her,” you say. Nat pouts. “You won’t sleep until you do.”

“Why must you always be right?” She asks.

“It’s a gift,” you joke. “Let me know if you need me.”

Natasha nods and kisses your lips softly. She takes a deep breath and goes upstairs. She knocks on Ali’s door and opens it when she hears permission given.

“Hey Ali,” Nat says.

She walks in and sits on the edge of her bed. The teenage girl rests against her headboard.

“You know sometimes I imagine what it would have been like to be a normal teenager,” Natasha says. Ali’s attention is piqued. “To go to high school, have some friends, run around town, and get into trouble with boys or girls.”

Nat turns her head to look at Ali. The girl is hanging onto her words even though she’s upset about what happened.

“And you get to do that. We wanted you to get to do that,” Nat continues. “And I know that got fucked up today. I’m truly sorry. But you have to understand that I only- we only- keep that from you to protect you.”

Ali speaks now, “I understand that, Mama. But you don’t know how shitty was to find out about my mom’s assassin past in class in front of all of my friends.”

“No, I don’t know,” Nat says. “Tell me how shitty it was.”

“I just wanted to cry,” Ali explains. “And I was angry, so I hurt you.”

“Yeah, you did hurt me. And I hurt you.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Me either, malyshka,” Nat says.

Ali’s eyes fill with tears at the heaviness of the conversation. She never wanted to truly hurt her mother. She loves her more than anyone in the world, even you you’re pretty sure.

Nat doesn’t say anything but she shifts to sit next to Ali against the headboard. The teenager immediately falls into her mama’s arms. They both cry.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Natasha says, rubbing her back softly as Ali cries in her arms.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m so sorry,” Ali chokes out through her tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Nat continues to hold her daughter until her tears have subsided. Ali keeps her head on Natasha’s shoulder even then.

“So, I’m sure you have some questions,” Natasha says.

“For right now, I just want to sit with you,” Ali replies.

“Okay. I can do that. But if you ever want to know anything, I’ll tell you,” Nat says. “I don’t ever want you to be blindsided again.”

“Thank you, Mama. You’re the best,” Ali says.

You come upstairs at just the right moment to hear those words. So you step into the room.

“I knew you liked her best,” you joke and the girls laugh.

“I love you too, Mom. You’re also the best,” Ali says.

“Yay,” you say as you walk further into the bedroom.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, we’re good babe,” Nat says. “We’re just sitting together now if you want to join.”

You walk around the bed and sit on Ali’s other side. She takes your hand in hers. You kiss her forehead.

“I’m sorry for storming off earlier, Mom.”

“That’s alright, sweetie. You had some big feelings going on,” you say. “I love you. Both of you.”

“We love you too, Mom,” Natasha says. You chuckle.

It always makes you laugh when she calls you mom. It’s a habit from teaching your kids what to call you.

“And we love you, Mama,” you reply.

The three of you sit together and just enjoy each other’s company. One day Ali will ask for more information about Natasha’s past, but for now she’ll trust in what she knows about her mama.

She loves her and she takes care of her. Nothing else matters.

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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I’m obsessed with Levi, absolutely smitten. Thank you for sharing him with us.

If you feel up to it could we get a snippet of someone maybe a rival vampire trying to plant doubts in Levi about the reader. Maybe accusing them of cheating on him and using him, only for Levi to laugh in their face because he knows how devoted and loyal they are to each other.

Just like the opposite of the miscommunication trope. Please and thank you🥺👉👈

I'm so happy you like Levi ^_^ This is just a little thing, but I thought it turned out cute and it's nice to do something lighter after the last one omg :D

Vampire (Levi) x female mom reader

Word Count: 1k

W: sfw vampire fluff

“Ugh,” Levi’s cousin Ivan and leader of his clan in Russia grimaced looking down at Meryl over his glass of blood, “don’t you have a nanny?”

Levi nudged him away from the baby sleeping peacefully in the crib he’d put in his office so she could be nearby. He’d wanted to give you a spa day and he knew you weren’t yet comfortable with the nanny, so he happily offered to keep his favorite cinnamon roll with him.

He also wanted you out of the house when his cousin arrived. He didn’t like males seeing you and he knew how frivolous vampire’s could be. Their lives were long and got boring, rare jewels intrigued them, if only for a time. He’d sent you surrounded by a handful of Amazonian vampire bodyguards, so he felt confident no one would bother you.

“(Y/N) and I have decided to keep her caretakers to a minimum,” he said, “she’s already been exposed to so many different germs and people, there’s no reason to add anymore.”

Ivan snorted.

“So she’s got you babysitting her brat?! Cousin, are you a fool?”

Of course in his time, the idea of a vampire Clan lord carrying around an infant was preposterous, let alone one that was not his son, specifically. Many vampire mothers immediately gave their children to wet nurses so they wouldn’t look weak carrying a drooling baby around.

Levi growled at his cousin, prompting him to lower his voice so as not to wake the baby.

Ivan hissed lightly back, his eyes flashing. Vampire lords didn’t like being told what to do.

“Who is this trollop anyway?” he snapped, though a bit quieter, “I’ve never seen you so wrapped around anyone’s finger.”

Levi looked a little wistful.

“Just an angel I came across in a fish store,” he murmured, his eyes resting fondly on Meryl.

Ivan raised an eyebrow.

“Fish…store…? And you’ve taken in her bastard? You’re babysitting it? Levi, I know losing Karen must have been hard but-”

Levi’s face hardened and his voice boomed.

“Don’t say her name in my presence!” he snarled.

Meryl cooed that she was waking up and started to whimper realizing she was alone. Levi looked distraught and hurried over to her, picking her up and bouncing her in his arm.

“I’m sorry baby bat, did I wake you?” he cooed, and she gave him a gummy smile, doing her “daddy is picking me up” dance in his hand.

Something about the happiness on Levi’s face when he looked at Meryl and how innocently she completely trusted him incensed Ivan.

“This is absurd Levi. No one can be this happy! How do you know she doesn’t have some lover on the side and she’s just using you? Tugging a vampire lord on a leash?! She’s probably making another one of those things right now! Aren’t you concerned with how this makes the family look?!”

Levi tipped Meryl’s head to his chest so she couldn’t see before he bared his fangs, transforming his face into a more animal version of itself as a warning.

“Now you sound absurd, cousin,” he ground out, more offended that he’d say such a thing in front of his darling baby than taking it seriously, “(Y/N) is a devoted mother and wife. I won't listen to you slandering her in front of our child.”

Ivan snorted and crossed his leg with annoyance, spinning his blood around.

“Goddess, modern romance is so disgusting,” he retorted, turning his face away from the tooth achingly sweet sight of Levi tossing Meryl in the air to make her giggle, “If it were me, I’d never see the thing.”

“That’s why you’re a cold, lonely bastard,” Levi chuckled, “and I have a warm, beautiful family.”

Ivan rolled his eyes.

“Until she backstabs you like your mother,” he snapped.

Levi growled more loudly.

“I told you not to mention her,” he snapped, flipping Meryl over his shoulder by one foot so she wouldn’t see his anger and making her laugh out loud.

“Ugggggh,” Ivan let out the longest groan ever at her pure joy as Levi pulled her back to his chest and found her one of the toys strewn on his desk to play with.

“I’m back my loves!” you sighed as you walked into Levi’s office and breezed past the vampire sitting in one of Levi’s overstuffed chairs. You tossed your purse lazily on his desk, then tipped up on your toes and gave Levi a kiss, then smooched Meryl.

“Feel my face,” you beamed, taking his hand and putting it on your freshly worked over skin, “they did some kind of laser thing to it! It’s super soft!”

He grinned down at you, taking the opportunity to circle your cheek with his fingers. Maybe it was softer than normal, it always felt soft to him, but he was happy you wanted him to touch you. You'd been seeking out his touch more and more, each time delighting him more than the last.

A bit of a tug in the back of your mind reminded you the other vampire was still there and you glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?” you asked, looking him over. He looked a bit like Levi, as well, but with wheat blonde hair cropped short and bright blue eyes.

“Uh…this is my cousin, Ivan,” Levi said with as little enthusiasm as possible, “he’s in town for the wedding.”

He was eager to see you since you’d been gone all morning, but he still didn’t like males looking at you, disappointed your spa treatment ended early. For Ivan’s part his mouth dropped and his eyes grew big. He hopped up from the chair and crossed the room, looming over you.

He took your hand and gave it a kiss, smiling down at you with the eyes of a predator behind baby blue irises almost flashing green with envy.

“Levi told me many things about you and I thought he was exaggerating, but he wasn’t lying when he said you are truly lovely. Now I think I understand his fascination. I look forward to seeing more of you, my dear,” Ivan purred, “Levi loves to throw parties so I’m sure there will be plenty of occasions for us to get more acquainted.”

You blinked up at him and extracted your hand from his.

“Er...good to meet you,” you said, wondering if it was a generational gap thing that made him sound so weird to you. Many of Levi's vampires had odd dialects hinting to their time of origin.

Levi bared his teeth and handed Meryl to you, practically shoving his cousin from the room.

“I’ll see you later, cousin!” he growled, slamming the door behind him.

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mrsfatu · 3 months

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Never A Mistake

Paring: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: language, pure smut, 18+, body fluids

Word count: 6,713

Summary: The reader reunites with her former personal trainer, Jey Uso. The reader is overwhelmed by the memories and feels guilty for their past actions. Jey confronts her, accusing her of seeing him as a mistake. The reader is left with a deep, seductive desire, and Jey's possessiveness fuels the flames of their passionate encounter.

Attending my inaugural WWE event was an electrifying experience that left me spellbound. Positioned in the coveted front row, I became part of the action, enveloped in a world of larger-than-life characters and adrenaline-pumping spectacles. My journey into this captivating realm was made possible by my best friend Tracy, a devout follower of the oiled-up, half-naked men who grace our screens every Monday and Friday. As Tracy would passionately recount the intricate storylines, I found myself intrigued by the bloodline and the impending Judgment Day.

From the moment I stepped foot into the arena, I could sense the palpable energy that enveloped the air. The atmosphere was electric, a fusion of rumbling cheers and thunderous boos, creating an intense symphony of emotions. Excited fans, adorned in their favorite superstar's merchandise, added an extra layer of vibrancy to the spectacle.

As the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar, signaling the beginning of the show. The stage transformed into a battleground, and the wrestlers emerged, embodying the epitome of physical prowess and showmanship. Each character had a distinct presence, captivating us with their larger-than-life personas and charisma. Their performances were a seamless blend of athleticism, drama, and storytelling, creating an immersive tapestry that held us captive throughout the night.

In the realm of friendship, Tracy has always embodied the essence of an "It-Girl." With her long, luscious curls, velvety soft skin, and lips adorned with a cherry gloss, she effortlessly commanded attention. Tracy possessed an allure that made heads turn whenever she passed, earning her the title of "The Instagram Girl." And then there's me, a more understated presence in our friendship.

While I too possess thick, curly hair, I prefer to gather it in a simple, elegant bun. My skin boasts a delightful caramel hue that adds a touch of warmth to my features. Unlike Tracy, my approach to life is more laid-back and serene, allowing me to embrace my own unique beauty.

My phone buzzed, alerting me to a new message. Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced at the screen. It was Ivan, my ex-boyfriend. Memories of our tumultuous past flooded my mind, and I hesitated before opening the message. After all, it had been a year since we broke up, and he had always managed to find a way back into my life despite my efforts to move on. His persistence was both annoying and frustrating.

Ivan's messages were always filled with the same clichés that exes tend to use. "I'm sorry for how I treated you," "I hate myself because of what I did to you," "I only want you, give me another chance." It was all too familiar, and I had grown tired of his empty promises and apologies. But this time, the message was different. It simply said, "I just want to talk."

Ivan: Hey, I was wondering if you're busy. I know you probably don't want to talk to me but, I just want to talk a bit.

Y/N: Can't talk now, I'm out.

The excitement in the air was palpable as another figure made their entrance. The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer, and Tracy's voice soared above them all. "Oh my god, OH MY GOD! Y/N, IT'S JEY USO!" I discreetly slid my phone back into my pocket, trying to hide my lack of recognition. Tracy's reaction was akin to that of a child visiting Disneyland for the first time, a symphony of joyous squeals.

I attempted to play it cool, pretending I knew exactly who she was talking about. But then, it hit me like a wave of nostalgia. Jey Uso, my personal trainer from a few years ago. I recalled the countless times I had seen him on television, thanks to Tracy's monopolization of the TV whenever she visited. Jey Uso, the man who had departed from the bloodline. At least, that's what Tracy had informed me on a few Mondays ago.

This unexpected reunion sparked a torrent of memories. I remembered the grueling training sessions, the camaraderie built through sweat and determination. Jey Uso had been more than a trainer; he had become a mentor, a guiding force in my fitness journey. Seeing him now, amidst the roar of the crowd, brought back a flood of emotions.

Inevitably, the moment arrived when he gracefully exited the scene. His presence was somewhat elusive, until he finally reached the end of the ramp. A mere distance of 10 feet separated us. The deafening chorus of women's screams mingled with his entrance song, creating an atmosphere of frenzy. Every step he took exuded an air of confidence and self-assuredness. His chin held high, while his arms hung loosely by his side. There was an enigmatic beauty about him, one that eluded my comprehension. Tracy's assessment proved accurate; this man was undeniably captivating. In person, his allure was only enhanced, leaving me in awe.

In the midst of the bustling arena, Tracy had been desperately vying for his attention for what felt like an eternity. Two minutes had passed, with Tracy's repeated attempts to catch his eye going unnoticed. But then, there he was, just a mere five feet away. I couldn't help but fixate on him, my gaze unwavering.

As he drew closer, making his way towards the ring, Tracy's voice echoed through the arena, resonating with fervent adoration, "WE LOVE YOU JEY!" I had hoped that her passionate cry would finally capture his attention, but to no avail. Instead, it was me that he locked eyes with. The intensity of his gaze was so potent, it felt as if my eyes were about to burst from their sockets. In that fleeting moment, time stood still. It was as if the entire arena faded into insignificance, leaving only Jey Uso and me. With a mischievous smirk, he acknowledged me before stepping into the ring. The connection we shared in that brief encounter left an indelible mark, an electrifying energy that lingered in the air.

In a sudden turn of events, a perplexing entrance unfolded before my eyes, leaving my mind awash with confusion. Amidst the chaos, Tracy's piercing scream broke through the haze. My attention snapped to her, and disbelief colored my words, "Wait, there's two of them?" Tracy's response was sharp and laden with exasperation, "Yes bitch, they're twins, Jimmy!" Twins? The revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me dumbfounded. So, you mean to tell me that there are not one, but two of these men?

In a surprising display of agility, Jimmy briskly made his way out, taking each stride with purpose. Upon reaching the front of our section, he cast a disdainful glance at the individual standing beside me. Tracy, eager for a photo opportunity, whipped out her phone and called out to him, "Jimmy, over here!" Yet, once again, he disregarded her plea. Instead, the man directed a contemptuous stare in my direction, leaving me perplexed as to what I had done to provoke such animosity. In response, I returned his glare, causing a smirk to creep across his face.

I was taken aback, my mind swirling until Tracy forcefully shook me. "Oh. MY. GOD! HE SMILED AT YOU! THEY BOTH SMILED AT YOU! I swear to god if they’d have done that to me, I would've died on the spot. aren’t they so sexy?'' Tracy exclaimed. My gaze remained fixated on Jey's silhouette. “Yeah, I guess," I replied. Tracy's jaw dropped, “YOU GUESS? Oh come onnn Y/N, they are literally the sexiest twins in this arena right now.” My eyes shifted to Tracy as a faint blush colored my cheeks, “Yeah, I said I guess. Don't get me wrong, they’re good looking. But I'm sure they enjoy the attention they receive from all you women.'' I explained.

“Well, that's your opinion. Hopefully, I get invited backstage," she added. Did they actually do that? Invite people backstage? If that were the case, Tracy would probably be the last person they’d invite. Her high-pitched screeching could kill an entire army.

As I gazed towards the ring, my eyes locked with Jey's while he adjusted his wrists. A wave of nerves tingled down my neck, and I quickly averted my gaze. Tracy, standing beside me, couldn't contain her excitement. "Just wait until you see their moves in the ring," she exclaimed. The tension between the two men was palpable, evident in their hostile glares. It was clear that they harbored some deep-rooted animosity towards each other. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps I should start watching WWE to gain a better understanding of this intense rivalry.

In the intense atmosphere of the wrestling ring, the referee handed microphones to both Jey Uso and his twin brother, Jimmy. With a deep breath, Jey grasped the opportunity to address his brother in a fierce tone. "Why you even here? This is not SmackDown, it's Monday Night Jey. Your best leave my arena," Jey exclaimed, his voice filled with determination.

Jimmy, however, refused to back down. "Don't act innocent in all this, uce. You may think you're perfect, but you're just as flawed as I am!" he retorted defiantly.

Jey's eyes twitched with anger as he responded, "No, I have always been there for our family. Unlike you, who only cares about his own success and glory! You've let success get to your head, uce!"

The tension between them grew, and I found myself captivated by their verbal sparring. Jimmy continued to challenge Jey, "Oh, really? And what about all those times you let us down? When you prioritized being 'Main Event Jey Uso' over our own blood, huh? Do you think that makes you a saint?"

Jey took a step closer, his voice now raised in a yell, "You know damn well that I have worked tirelessly to get where I am today! But at least I never lost sight of what truly matters – family and loyalty! Those are things you clearly know nothing about!"

It wasn't the sarcasm that left me gasping; it was the empathy in Jimmy's voice as he responded, "Family and loyalty? Is that why you abandoned me when I needed you the most? Where were you when I was struggling with my own demons?"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so controlling all the time, things would have turned out differently! Maybe I wouldn't have felt suffocated and trapped!" Jey's face showed a tear rolling down, revealing the pain he had been carrying.

In an unexpected turn, Jimmy resorted to gaslighting, saying, "Maybe if you had listened to me instead of pushing everyone away, we wouldn't be in this mess right now. It's always about Jey Uso and his problems!"

Jey was now openly crying, feeling hurt and betrayed by his own brother. He spoke with raw emotion, "Our family was never truly united in the first place! We were always living under your shadow, Jimmy. I'm tired of being second best!"

"Don't blame me for your mistakes! You're the one who made choices that led us here. And now our family is torn apart because of it!" Jimmy retorted, his frustration evident.

"This is not about being better than me. It's about you tearing apart everything we've worked so hard to build together – our legacy!" Jey exclaimed, his voice breaking with sadness.

"Our legacy? Our legacy died a long time ago, uce," jimmy concluded. Jey drops the microphone and surprising everyone with a sudden superkick to Jimmy. The match had begun, signaling the start of a fierce battle between the brothers in the ring.

-20 minutes later-

As the wrestling match reached its climax, the crowd held its breath in anticipation. The familiar "1-2-3" echoed through the arena, and to everyone's surprise, Jey emerged victorious. A wave of excitement washed over the spectators, including myself, as cheers filled the air. It was an unexpected turn of events, and I couldn't help but get caught up in the moment.

Rising to my feet, I joined in the thunderous applause, applauding Jey's hard-fought triumph. The wrestlers slowly made their way out of the ring, each one leaving behind a trail of sweat and determination. Tracy, my companion for the evening, leaned over and reminded me that there was still one more match to come. With Jey's victory behind us, I finally had the chance to take a much-needed bathroom break.

In the midst of a bustling crowd, I found myself navigating through the throngs of people, trying to make my way to my destination. It was in this chaotic environment that an accidental collision occurred, causing me to bump into a woman. Unfortunately, the impact resulted in the contents of her cup splattering all over my pristine white top. Frustration welled up within me, and I couldn't help but mutter an expletive under my breath.

The woman, whose blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, immediately reached for a napkin, attempting to rectify the situation. "I'm so sorry, ma'am," she began, her voice filled with genuine remorse. Before she could even finish her sentence, I interrupted her with a dismissive response, assuring her that it was no big deal. We exchanged a few polite words, and I couldn't help but notice the black shirt she was wearing, emblazoned with the word "mami." The top seemed to be tailored to accentuate her ample bosom, which appeared to strain against the fabric.

As I ventured into the hallway, my eyes were immediately drawn to the row of doors stretching along its length. Each step I took was accompanied by a nagging question, "Why were they staring at me like that?" It was as if their gazes held a hidden secret, one that I was desperate to uncover.

The uncertainty gnawed at me as I continued down the corridor, my mind racing to find an explanation. Could there be something on my face? I hurriedly wiped my hand across my cheeks, hoping to remove any potential blemish. But as I glanced at my reflection in a nearby mirror, I realized that my appearance seemed perfectly normal.

Still perplexed, my attention shifted to my shirt. I looked down, only to discover that it was immaculate. The fabric was unblemished, and yet the stares persisted, leaving me bewildered and self-conscious.

As I stood there, faced with three potential doors, my hope was that the one on the left would lead me to a much-needed bathroom. With a mix of curiosity and determination, I reached out and grasped the knob, ready to discover what lay behind it. As the door swung open, the room revealed itself - a dimly lit space with a comforting warmth. Instantly, I knew this was not the bathroom I had hoped for.

Despite my initial disappointment, I couldn't help but wonder if there might still be a bathroom hidden somewhere within this mysterious room. Part of me was tempted to give up the search and move on, but another part urged me to press forward, to see what other surprises awaited me.

In the absence of a visible light switch, I refrained from illuminating the room. Consequently, I cautiously navigated through the dimness to access an adjacent space. My hand landed on the wall beside me, and serendipitously, I discovered the elusive switch. As the room came into view, I observed the presence of essential bathroom fixtures - a toilet, sink, and shower.

As I finished my business, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance. Removing my shirt, I rinsed it under the sink, soaking it in the cool water. My frustration grew as I muttered under my breath, "Literally fucked up my Calvin Klein shirt."

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room, jolting me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat as I realized there was someone else present. Fear crept in, and I instinctively switched off the light, hoping to conceal my presence. The darkness enveloped me, and I whispered to myself, "Oh shit... is someone else here?"

In that moment, I contemplated how to handle the unexpected situation. Perhaps I could play it off with an excuse like, "Sorry, I was just looking for a bathroom." The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I prepared for whatever may come next.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I was met with darkness that enveloped the entire room. The intruder, if there was one, had intentionally left every light off. It was my cue to move swiftly towards the exit, praying that I wouldn't stumble upon any obstacles and give myself away. With cautious steps, I began to navigate my way through the darkness, when suddenly, an exasperated curse escaped my lips. How could I have forgotten something so crucial? My shirt still lay abandoned in the bathroom, leaving me half-naked and resembling a bizarre fan.

I spun around in a hurry, only to be met with a forceful impact. Someone had bumped into me, leaving me momentarily stunned. Fear gripped me, rendering me speechless. "Who you? And what you doing in my dressing room?" I was taken aback. It dawned on me that I had inadvertently stumbled into a wrestler's private domain. Panic washed over me as I processed the situation. "And why don't you have on a shirt?" the man interrogated. Nervously, I stuttered, "I...I was looking for a restroom, and I needed to rinse my shirt. Someone spilled their drink on me...".

As the light flickered on, my gaze met his, and a wave of unease washed over me. It was Jey Uso standing before me, a figure admired by many. However, it wasn't simply his celebrity status that made my heart sink; it was the overwhelming presence he exuded. Straightening my posture, I stammered, "sorry for being all up on your personal space."

His unwavering gaze locked onto mine, not a single blink to break the intensity. "You good. I'll get you a shirt," he replied, before turning towards his closet. As he busied himself, I took a moment to survey the room, absorbing the details.

The space was a reflection of Jey Uso's character – bold and vibrant. Wrestling memorabilia adorned the walls, showcasing his journey and achievements. The room seemed to pulsate with energy, each item holding a story of its own.

My eyes wandered to a shelf displaying trophies and accolades, symbols of his dedication and hard work. Each one represented a triumph over adversity, a testament to the resilience required in the world of professional wrestling.

As I continued to explore my surroundings, I couldn't help but notice the meticulous organization of his wardrobe. Rows of neatly arranged attire, each piece seemingly chosen to reflect his vibrant personality. The colors and patterns mirrored the charisma he exuded in the ring, capturing the attention of fans worldwide.

A sense of authenticity permeated the room, reminding me that behind the persona of Jey Uso was a genuine individual. Despite his fame and success, he remained humble and approachable, willing to lend a helping hand to a stranger who stumbled upon his domain.

Returning with a shirt in hand, Jey Uso broke the silence, his voice warm and friendly. "Here you go. It might be a lil big though," he offered, extending the garment towards me. Grateful for his generosity, I accepted the shirt with a nod of appreciation.

Dressed in a blue shirt adorned with the word "yeet," I could sense his intense gaze fixated on me. Feeling a sense of urgency, I quickly commented, "Umm, thanks, I should probably leave now." Just as I was about to turn around and make my way towards the exit, he unexpectedly reached out and grabbed my wrist. With a hint of confusion in his voice, he inquired, "Don't you want to wait for your shirt to dry?" It occurred to me that leaving my Calvin Klein shirt behind in the dressing room of a charismatic professional wrestler would not be the wisest decision. Realizing this, I reluctantly agreed, "Yeah, I guess I'll wait."

He gestured towards the couch, invitingly. "We can sit and talk if you'd want. I aint got nun else to do for the rest of the night," he offered. Jey Uso's unexpected invitation to sit and talk, even though I was only half-dressed and he had intruded into his personal space, left me feeling a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Nevertheless, I nodded in agreement and made my way over to join him on the couch.

Jey sauntered over to a small table by the door, casually pouring himself a glass of Hennessy. Turning to face me, he took a hearty swig from his glass before posing a question. "So, you come to these shows often?" he inquired. Unsure whether to fib or be honest, I opted for the latter. "Nope, this is actually my first time. I'm here with my best friend Tracy," I replied. He slid into a seat next to me, our knees nearly brushing against each other. "The girl who was screaming beside you?" he asked. "Yep, that's her," I confirmed. "By the way, I never properly thanked you for being my personal trainer three years back," I admitted. A soft chuckle escaped him as he responded, "Nah, don't worry about it. You still look like you're in great shape." I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's good to see you again, though," he remarked. "Definitely. If I ever need a personal trainer again, now I know where to find you," I teased. "I mean, I'm all over the place, flying in jets and whatnot. New York, South Carolina, Florida," he boasted, spreading his legs a bit.

Leaning forward in my seat, I couldn't help but ask, "What exactly caused the whole beefing between you and your brother?" He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to share his story. "A few months ago, I had a golden opportunity to dethrone the Tribal Chief and claim the title of WWE Undisputed Universal Champion. It was a defining moment that was brutally snatched away from me by none other than my own flesh and blood, my twin brother," he revealed, his voice tinged with pain. Restlessly, he began to fiddle with his wrists, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. "The betrayal cut deeper than you can imagine. I had no choice but to walk away."

"I didn't know you had to go through all of that, but I'm glad you're out of that situation," I said. Jey smirked and chuckled softly, "Yeah, just some family issues and shit," he agreed. He leaned back on the edge of the sofa, taking deep, calming breaths. This vantage point offered me a better view of him – his glistening abs, intricate tribal tattoos, and the sleekness of his black leather pants. I couldn't help but find it all incredibly enticing. As he lifted his head back up, he apologized, "my bad, I'm just a bit tired," he whined.

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. Surprisingly, it was Ivan calling. I sighed, wondering what he wanted this time. Reluctantly, I answered the phone, my tone tinged with annoyance.

"Hello? What do you want, Ivan? I told you I couldn't talk because I'm busy," I said, my frustration evident.

"You never have time for me, and now you're mad because I'm calling? Get a grip," Ivan retorted.

"Get a grip? I've told you hella times that I don't want nothing to do with you. Yet you continue to slither back into my life like the snake you are," I snapped back, my anger boiling over. Before Ivan could respond, my friend Jey snatched the phone from my hand. He looked at me, puzzled. "Who is this?" he asked. "It's my ex," I replied, my face buried in my hands, feeling the weight of the situation.

Jey raised the phone to his ear, his voice devoid of sympathy. "look, I don't know what's going on, but she dont wanna talk to you, uce. So get off her phone," he stated firmly. He handed the phone back to me. "Hang up. Now," he commanded. Feeling the weight of Jey's words, I obediently ended the call. Collapsing back onto the sofa, I tossed my phone onto the table beside me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath. "When is this ever going to end?" I whimpered, my voice barely audible.

Jey gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. He stood directly in front of me, his presence calming. "It'll get better, trust me. I've been through some similar shit. And how old are you again?" he asked, trying to offer some perspective. "I'm 24," I replied, wiping away my tears. "See, you're still young. I bet in a few years, hell, maybe even months, you'll forget he even exists," Jey reassured me, his words carrying a glimmer of hope.

Jey delicately approached me, his touch as soft as a whisper, tenderly wiping away my tears. Despite his outward appearance, a sense of warmth emanated from him, revealing the gentle nature of his heart. I lifted my eyes to meet his, and in that moment, I was utterly captivated by his presence. There was an irresistible charm about him, a magnetic allure that stirred a deep longing within me, an insatiable desire that refused to be ignored. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, a yearning to possess every part of me. With genuine concern etched on his face, he softly asked if I was alright, and I could only offer a silent nod in response. As he leaned back, a deep inhale filled his chest, and I couldn't help but notice a restlessness in his movements, a struggle to rein in his own desires. The ache in my abdomen intensified, intensifying the yearning to be enveloped in his embrace until it became almost unbearable.

In a daring and audacious move, I found myself straddling him, overcome by the magnetic pull of his gaze. The air crackled with electric anticipation as I whispered sensually, "Can you feel it? The weight of my body pressed against yours." His response, a throaty moan, “i- i cant concentrate with you on me like this.”

Inching closer, my lips tantalizingly brushed against his, igniting an inferno of longing for the taste that awaited him. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of desire that reached a crescendo with a shared gasp. The room hung in suspended silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of our labored breaths.

With a tender caress, he pressed his lips fervently against mine, setting ablaze an insatiable hunger within him, mirrored by the fervor that consumed me. Our mouths became a battlefield of passion, a dance of devouring where he hungrily savored the essence of my being, leaving us both breathless and yearning for more.

Unexpectedly, the door swung open, revealing Jimmy's presence. Startled, I quickly rose to my feet, while Jey sat up, clearly taken aback. Jimmy wore a sly grin, leaving me utterly perplexed as to the reason behind his amusement. "Aye bruh-. Yo ass in hee gettin freaky and shit," he chuckled, "the tribal chief wanna talk to you, bro."

Jey retorted, uninterested, "I don't want to talk to him or you, so get out my shit." Jimmy ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating his response. "Listen, bruh, if Roman shows up, you know he's gonna start some shit, right?" he warned, slowly advancing towards Jey. Resolute, Jey stood up and made his way to the door. "ight, I'll be right back, and don't touch my shit. When i get back, ion wanna see yo face nomo after this," he emphasized before the door closed behind him, leaving me alone with Jimmy.

In the midst of Jey's dressing room, I found myself engulfed in a wave of shyness, apprehensive about the shirt I was wearing. The piercing gaze of Jimmy Uso seemed to burn into my very core. "So, you and Jey, huh? Something going on?" he inquired. It would be sheer madness to assert any sort of connection given that I had only reunited with the man today. Responding with a simple "yes" or "no" would hardly suffice, especially when I was merely borrowing his shirt and our interaction had been limited to a fleeting kiss. My mind drew a blank, struggling to conjure up any suitable response. Before I could gather my thoughts, Jimmy impatiently snapped his fingers, urging me to speak. "Come on, use your words, baby. You're a woman," he added. Flustered, I managed to stammer, "I... No," attempting to put an end to any misconceptions.

He approached me, his question hanging in the air. The one I had been dreading, hoping it wouldn't arise, finally did. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my response. "We only recently reconnected after three years," I replied. Jimmy furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed. "So, in other words-" I interrupted him, not willing to hear the rest of his sentence. "Please, don't say it. I don't want to hear it," I snapped. Jimmy chuckled softly, his curiosity evident. "Say what?" he inquired. "Something along the lines of 'so you sleep with people you've just met again after 3 years?' And if that was your question, then no, I don't," I retorted, my anger starting to bubble to the surface. "Honestly, this was a mistake. I don't even know why I'm still here. Is it already 11 PM?" I shouted, frustration seeping into my words. "Actually, it's 12 AM," Jimmy added, trying to provide some clarity. I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand, realizing my mistake.

"The hell you mean a mistake?" Jey Uso's voice caught me off guard, not because it was particularly loud, but because I hadn't realized he had been listening. I cursed under my breath, realizing that he must have overheard some of the terrible things I had said. Memories of our long conversations about life, his stories about his family, and the time he stood up to my ex-boyfriend flooded my mind. It was all too overwhelming, and I found myself at a loss for words. "Um, nice to meet you, uh…” “Y/N," I stammered, desperately trying to regain my composure. "Yeah, nice to meet you, Y/N. See you later, uce," Jimmy chimed in before leaving. "Leave faster," Jey added, his tone sharp.

Jey's gaze remained fixed on me, unrelenting and piercing. I stood there, enveloped in a heavy cloak of silence, burdened by guilt and shame. It was clear that a mere "I'm sorry" wouldn't suffice in this moment, so I decided it was best to gather my belongings and make my exit. As I reached for my phone on the table, I could feel the weight of the tension in the room. The short walk to the bathroom to retrieve my shirt felt strangely disconnected, as if I were moving through a dream. When I returned, Jey was still planted by the door, their eyes never wavering from my figure.

In a swift motion, I hastily discarded the shirt he had given me. But before I could even think about slipping into my now dampened garment, Jey abruptly approached me, snatched the shirt from my grasp, and carelessly flung it to a corner. His piercing gaze locked onto mine as he uttered, "Seeing me was a mistake, huh?" Stammering, I attempted to explain myself, but my words were cut short as Jey forcefully pressed his lips against mine. His fervent desire was evident as he sought to entangle our tongues, engaging in a passionate struggle for dominance. Breaking away from the intense kiss, he questioned, "Was kissing me a mistake?" Trembling, I managed to utter a feeble denial before Jey's hand forcefully struck my rear, causing me to whimper in pain. "Speak up, ma, I can't hear you," he growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm...I'm sorry, Jey!" I whimpered, my voice filled with remorse. Yet, even as he maintained his unwavering gaze, he coldly declared, "Sorry won't fix this."

He pressed his hungry lips against the soft curve of my neck, igniting a fiery passion that consumed us both. Each kiss was a tantalizing blend of urgency and tenderness, leaving a trail of electric sensations in its wake. His tongue, like a skilled artist, traced delicate patterns across my skin, awakening a symphony of desire within me.

"You looked so fucking good tonight," he breathed, his voice dripping with unbridled lust. The way he spoke, filled with raw desire, made my heart race and my body ache for his touch. "That tight ass Calvin Klein shirt hugged yo curves, teasing me, tempting me. And those black leather pants...fuck, you driving me wild." My toes, painted in pristine white, became a symbol of my surrender, a visual feast that intensified his longing.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips as his mouth continued its exploration, his lips tracing a path of pleasure along my sensitive skin. His voice, deep and seductive, sent delicious shivers dancing down my spine, heightening my senses to new heights. "No wonder Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off you," he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness and desire, fueling the flames of our passionate encounter.

"But...wait," I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat as I struggled to regain composure. "I have to make sure my friend made it home...I can't leave her alone." "She can wait," he growled, his voice filled with a primal urgency that mirrored the burning hunger in his eyes. The intensity of his desire, his longing for me, drowned out any rational thoughts. In that moment, nothing mattered except the intoxicating connection we shared. The world around us faded into oblivion as our bodies entwined, consumed by an insatiable craving that could no longer be denied.

In the midst of the electrifying moment, a realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. He had a point - she was indeed a mature individual capable of tantalizing patience. However, a delicious sense of guilt danced seductively within me. Jey raised his head, locking his smoldering gaze with mine. With a touch as tender as a feather, he caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, while teasingly nibbling on his own. His hands, filled with a hunger that matched my own, embarked on an audacious journey, venturing upwards and reaching the edge of my pants. In one breathtakingly swift motion, the buckle came undone, a symphony of desire echoing in the room as the sound of fabric hitting the ground nourished our escalating passion. Jey wasted no time, driven by an insatiable desire that consumed him, as he effortlessly removed my underwear, leaving my vulnerability exposed to his voracious longing.

As he descended to the floor, his eyes locked onto mine, now level with my most intimate sanctuary. A tidal wave of desire crashed over me, drowning me in the intoxicating realization of the depths of his insatiable lust.

I locked my eyes onto him, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine. Speech escaped me, replaced by a wordless gasp as a jolt of electric pleasure surged through every inch of my being. My mouth formed a breathless "oh my god," a testament to the overwhelming ecstasy that his tongue, so skillfully and tenderly, bestowed upon my most sensitive area.

His lips embarked on a seductive journey, planting sensual kisses along the smooth expanse of my inner thighs, teasingly inching closer to the pulsating core of my desire. With every tantalizing touch, the fire within me grew, an inferno consuming all reason and inhibitions. He knew exactly how to push every boundary, how to unravel the deepest recesses of my pleasure.

Our eyes met, his questioning gaze filled with a mix of longing and hesitation. In that moment, I realized that this forbidden indulgence was a precarious path we were treading. But as my chest heaved with unquenchable longing, the undeniable truth washed over me. This desire, this primal need, was not a misstep; it was a plunge into the abyss of unadulterated bliss.

“Is tasting you a mistake?” he asked. With a voice thick with desire, I moaned in response, affirming what our bodies had already declared. "No, it's not." And in that instant, all doubts vanished, replaced by an unyielding hunger that consumed us both, fueling the flames of passion that burned brighter with each passing moment.

jeys tongue flicked my clit again before he began to slurp me over and over, making a wet mess. My hands found their way to his silky soft damped hair, and I gave it a squeeze. “You taste so good ma,” he said. My head fell back as I began to moan a bit louder. “Eyes. on. Me,” he demanded. I did as I was told, I lifted my head and made eye to eye contact with him. God, the view was so beautiful, I watched his tongue disappear into my cunt over and over. In the midst of our passionate embrace, I reluctantly let out a sigh as he gently disengaged. My hand instinctively cradled his cheek, urging him closer for a more intense kiss.

Slowly, we moved backward towards the inviting comfort of the couch, his gentle guidance ensuring our seamless transition. With a soft thud, we both collapsed onto the cushions, his weight comfortably resting upon me. As our lips finally parted, a shimmering trail of our combined desire lingered, connecting us in the most intimate of ways. I could feel his thick bulge through his pants. As he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of our joint fluids trailed to one another. He thrusted his hips into me, “tell me what you want mama,” he spoke, following a hiss. My breath was so shaky, “i want you, please, please jey.” he pulled his pants down along with his boxers with one hand. His mouth slammed onto mine once again.

As his cock rubbed against my sensitive folds, I couldn't help but whimper his name. "Please Jey," I begged, my body craving his touch. He slid into me with ease, and I let out a thick moan as my back arched. "So big," I stuttered, my mind consumed by the pleasure he was bringing me.

With each thrust, he grew deeper and deeper inside me, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. "Shit ma, you grippin me so good," he groaned, his eyes locked onto mine. He lifted his head to look at me, his voice low and husky. "Is. Fucking. You. A. Mistake?" he asked, each word followed by a deep and hard thrust. I couldn't help but whine as my toes curled, my body on the brink of release. "N-n. Fuck!" I managed to stammer out, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

His movements grew more erratic, more primal, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "This is my pussy, ma, you hear me? Mine. You know this shit was never a mistake," he grunted, each thrust driving him deeper inside me.

I whimpered, lost in the sensation of him claiming me in such a raw and intimate way. "It's all yours, Jey. I'm sorry," I cried out, my voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and remorse.

He continued to move inside me, his pace relentless as he sought his own release. I could feel myself spiraling towards another climax, my body aching for the sweet release that only he could give me.

And then, as he pounded into me with an intensity that bordered on obsession, we both reached the peak of ecstasy. I cried out his name as I came, my body trembling with pleasure.

He followed suit, his own release sending him over the edge as he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, breathless and spent, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.

In that moment, I knew that what we had was special, that the connection between us ran deeper than mere physical desire. And as he held me close, I knew that I was his, just as he was mine. Our hearts beating as one, our bodies in perfect harmony.

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By Your Side

From the Light & Love AU

Pairing: Sun Summoner!Aleksander Morozova x Darkling!Fem!Reader

Summary: As the days go by, you learn more about your sun summoner and make steps to bring him closer to you.

Warnings: brief reference to abuse

My Masterlist

A nightmare wakes you. Heart hammering in your chest, lungs frantically scrambling for air as you breathe erratically. Sweat clings to your skin, clammy and uncomfortable. Pushing the covers away from your body, your hands are shaking with the adrenaline from your dream.

There’s a soft knock at your door.

“Moi soverenyi?”

A familiar voice. Ivan. The heartrender posted at your door tonight must have heard your heart rate spike.

“I’m fine, Ivan.”

Tears begin to blur at your vision, emotion lodging in your throat as you fight against your body, willing yourself to breathe normally so that you won’t attract the attention of your heartrenders.

There’s another, more tentative, knock at your door. Frustrated, you slip out of bed, tugging open the door.

“I said I’m fine, Ivan,” you snap harshly, exhaustion wearing at your usually moderate temper. The sight of your sun summoner, wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a loose shirt, his hair ruffled rather adorably, disarms you somewhat. “Aleksander?”

He fidgets with his sleeves, pushing them up to his elbows.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have disturbed you.”

Instantly, you shake your head, tired mind too busy drinking in the sight of him to think properly.

“It’s quite alright. Is something the matter?”

“I had a nightmare,” he admits quietly. Opening your door wider, you tilt your head, gesturing towards your bed.

“Come in.”

He doesn’t hesitate to accept your request and you smile as you close the door behind him. When you turn to look at Aleksander, you find him hovering somewhat awkwardly beside your bed. His shyness makes your smile widen.

“Would you like to sleep with me tonight?” you ask softly.

He swallows hard.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Seeing Aleksander settled in your bed soothes something inside you. He will always be safest beside you. He smiles shyly at you, tucking his arm beneath your pillow as he turns on his side to face you. Neither one of you attempt to look away from one another, prompting you to whisper,

“Could I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Why didn’t the Grisha testers find you when you were younger?”

If they had, it would have undoubtably changed the dynamic between the two of you. Aleksander would have grow up at the Little Palace. He would have seen you as a mentor and you would have watched him grow into a man that is painfully similar to the one you lost all those centuries ago. It would have hurt you, but he would have been safe and well fed, allowed to use his power.

“The test doesn’t work if you’re already in pain,” he says. “My mother’s punishments meant that the test never worked on me.”

At Aleksander’s confession, your heart leaps into your throat. No wonder he joined the First Army before the age of conscription.

“Healers are supposed to examine every child and attend to them if they’re injured, so that they can be tested.”

He shrugs lightly.

“I didn’t know that. They never did.”

“Aleksander, I’m so sorry.”

He shakes his head minutely, a frown of confusion creasing between his brows.

“It isn’t your fault.”

“It is. I should have gone with the testers to ensure it was done properly.”

“You can’t go to every town in Ravka with the testers. Not if you also need to be on the frontline with your soldiers, and manage things at the Little Palace, and attend meetings with the king.”

Once again, his perception surprises you.

“You’ve been watching me.”

“It’s hard to not notice you.” The words seem to tumble out of him without thought and your heart skips a beat at his honest admission.

“Is it?” you ask softly.

He blushes.

“Well, you’re the only one who wears black so I suppose that makes you stands out.”

“I suppose,” you concede.

A small smile quirks at the corner of your lips as you stare up at the ceiling, giving him some reprieve from his embarrassment.

He likes me. Those three words dance gleefully around in your mind, clouding over every other thought. He likes me. After years of being distrusted and loathed and feared, being liked feels like a drug.

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“I see your training with Botkin has been fruitful. A vast improvement from when you first arrived here.”

Aleksander turns, grinning at you as he wipes at his bare back with a cloth. His eyes are alight with victory, after beating both Zoya and Sergei back to back in the combat ring. He gives you a small bow, inclining his head politely and heat creeps up your neck.

“Thank you, moi soverenyi.”

He speaks your title earnestly. The title you had fashioned for yourself with whatever scraps of respect you could gather from the otkazat’sya. Saints, you want to kiss him, right here and now, in front of his entire cohort. The youngsters love to gossip, by the end of the day everyone would know that you had kissed the sun summoner.

As much as you want to, you aren’t ready for the world to know how much he means to you. Not after what happened all those centuries ago. The people won’t accept their Sun Saint being loved by a Darkling.

“Is there a reason why my lessons with Baghra have been replaced with combat lessons and sessions in the library?” he asks, reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head.

“Yes. I was hoping to have cleared my schedule before you noticed the change.”

��Your schedule?”

You nod.

“Baghra won’t be tutoring you anymore. You deserve a better teacher than her, and I plan to do my best by you.”

He lifts his head up, tightening the strings at the front of his shirt.

“You’re going to be teaching me.”

You nod again with a soft smile.

“Yes.”

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“What’s this?”

Aleksander lifts the lid of the chest slightly, frowning in curiosity at the copious amount of tulle spilling out. The flash of blue and yellow from inside the chest makes you grimace as you answer him from your place at the war table.

“My dress for the winter fete.”

He turns to look at you, surprise touching his features.

“May I see it?”

You nod passively.

“If you would like to.”

He opens up the chest, reaching for the wretched garment. The dress is a gaudy yellow, with blue embroidery over the waistline and at the hem of each tier in the skirt. Genya has done her best to alter the dress, adding some golden embroidery and glistening gems to the bodice to make it more ornate and refined.

“It’s lovely.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

He turns back to you.

“You don’t like it?”

“For the winter fete, the king imposes a strict dress code. All female Grisha must wear dresses - the colour of their order. The men can wear their keftas.”

After turning your pen over in your hands for a moment, you place it down slowly and lean back in your chair to look at Aleksander.

“But I am not permitted to wear my kefta or my colour. I am dressed in cheap silks and Lantsov colours to remind me that I am the property of the crown.”

Aleksander discards the dress, tucking it back into the chest with slightly less care than when he had first picked it up. He then moves over towards you, sitting down in the seat by your side. His fingers curl around your wrist, circling his thumb over the sensitive skin of your forearm.

“I think you will look beautiful in anything,” he murmurs quietly. Unable to stop yourself, you place your hand over his, giving him a soft squeeze before you whisper,

“Thank you, Aleksander.”

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(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) How they talk about you!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~

Most people around Alfred would probably not realize you two are romantically involved. The way he talks about you is less like a partner and more like a best friend.

But that said, everyone would know who you are. It’s immediately obvious how close your relationship is. He seems to know everything about you.

He won’t bring you up constantly, but your presence is around him in some way.

“Who are you texting during the meeting?!” “Oh, Y/N! Right now they’re-”

“Who are you inviting?” “Y/N! I really think they’d have fun coming along-”

“Are you free tonight?” “Mm, sorry dude. I’m with Y/N tonight, just like last night, and the night before we-”

But if anyone asks, he loves talking about you. You make everything more fun, so even thinking about you makes him feel so much better!

He doesn’t bring you up much, but when he does it’s so obvious how much he loves you. Always looking in the distance longingly…

Doesn’t share a lot of personal details, probably doesn’t even mention your name. He always calls you nicknames or just “my lover.”

Arthur prefers to keep you his little secret.

“Ah, I have to go. I have an engagement with… someone special.”

So it's usually very stilted and formal, but not because of a lack of affection. He thinks that PDA and gushing about romance in public is tactless, so he refrains.

You’re like royalty to him so he always makes sure to make his respect more apparent than anything. No one is more special to him than you <3

The second most normal out of any of them. Although he always refers to you very romantically, that isn’t very out of line for how he normally is.

It seems as if he sees you as perfect, above others in every way. He always praises you and everything you do, to an absolutely absurd degree.

Always has very specific things he calls you in front of others.

“Ah, this reminds me of my S/O. They are like poetry in motion…”

“Every day I am inspired by Y/N, even the most impressive works of art are nothing compared to them.”

“My eternal love, they are calling to me… I must go!” “Just say you wanna get outta here!”

He can’t help but gush about how perfect you are. He would say you are nothing less than soulmates.

Yao is a very traditional man. From the start of your relationship, he’s always referred to you as if you were married.

Sometimes he’ll refer to you like those old men who hate their wives, but only because he doesn’t realize the full implications.

“”Aiyaa! Have to go tend to the ball and chain, see you later!”

Except when he says that, he means it affectionately. By “tending to the old ball and chain” he means laying his head in your lap for two hours and telling you about how stupid his friends are.

He’d love nothing more than to just talk to you and you alone, he doesn’t care what anyone else thinks of you two.

Ivan CANNOT stop talking about you! Seriously, everyone is very annoyed by it. But he just can’t hold himself back, he needs everyone to know about how much he loves you.

Anytime anyone brings up something that reminds him of you, he has to go on a whole tangent. God forbid someone brings up an interest of yours, then it goes on forever.

They probably won’t even know your name because he just always uses some adorable pet name for you (:

When he misses you, it’s even worse. Anything just immediately results in,

“My darling used to call me that…” “Because it’s your name!”

If he could, he would bring you everywhere with him. So, he’ll do so in his own way (: (telling everyone who breathes in his direction about you)

Everyone is immediately aware of your existence. He LOVES bringing you up at every opportunity. All his friends need to know about his lovely S/O right now!!!

Definitely tries to show you off.

“You know whose really attractive? My S/O! Look, see!!!”

“I just thought of something funny, one time Y/N did that! But like, they were super hot!”

“Cuore mio, everyone should see how wonderful you are. Don’t be embarrassed!”

When he gets drunk, he can’t help but talk anyone’s ear off about you. About how much you mean to him, about how proud he is of you, a lot of other stuff that seems way too sentimental for an easy-going guy like him.

Often ends up bursting into rooms just to bring news of you. He gets so emotional it can become unbearable for those around him.

He can’t imagine his life without you, and everything is just a reminder of that fact. Feliciano loves you more than anything!

Ludwig wouldn’t not talk about you… but he wouldn’t go out of his way to do so. Not because he’s embarrassed of you, but because he’s embarrassed of how much he’s in love with you!

You make him so soft… and the thoughts of you are constantly distracting him! His darling (you) lives in his head rent-free, damn you!

“Oi Germany, is that a person on your lock-screen?” “N-No! Well… it’s my S/O… don’t make it into a situation!”

He thinks very highly of you, and trusts your judgment completely. Talking to you helps him think out his problems. That fact is so obvious that a lot of times, his friends will call you up for him when he’s panicking.

Not a fan of pet names, and can seem cold about your relationship in public. But don’t let that fool you, he doesn’t want to go a day without you!

Very casual about you. You’re his partner, you matter a lot to him, and he’s not embarrassed about it.

But he does use his experiences with you to help him relate to others, so you get brought up quite a lot with his friends. When he’s having trouble socially, he tries to remember everything you’ve ever told him and repeat it.

“My S/O had something similar happen to them. May I consult them on this?”

“This reminds me of something that Y/N said to me last week. Shouldn’t we just put the past behind us? They said it’s no good to dwell on these things.”

“Hm… maybe we should just go home and rest before making a decision. Besides, I want to talk to Y/N about this.” “Are you sure you don’t just miss them?” “That is a possibility.”

He acts as if you two are married, but just because you have become so important to him so quickly. You make his life so much better and easier, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Ranking the Miracucast by how well they'd cope with receiving a phone call from Marinette at 3 in the morning

Marinette: No, she's not exempt from this. She was most likely already awake, and knows that regardless of circumstance if another her is calling something Serious is happening and she will deal with it accordingly. But she would not be happy about it. 4/10

Alya: This poor girl puts up with so many late night Marinette phone calls. She is exhausted. But she takes it like a champ and routinely provides the support Marinette needs. It ain't much, but it's honest work. Someone please help her. 9/10

Adrien: Yes. 10/10

Nino: I can see Nino being quite the morning person. He would answer the phone and thoughtfully listen to what's going on. Then he would have absolutely no idea how to proceed from there. If Marinette is just calling to get some more Miraculous Muscle that's great, but if it's a problem that needs more brainpower then there will be issues. 6/10

Chloe: She needs her beauty sleep. If Marinette were to interrupt that sleep, the phone is going out the window. Screaming will be involved. Of course, knowing Marinette, Ladybug or Chat Noir is standing right outside to catch said phone to use in conjunction with a Lucky Charm to beat a supervillain or something. Ladybug knows what she's doing by now. 1/10

Sabrina: Would answer the phone thinking it was Chloe. Would be surprised to hear Marinette's voice instead. Sabrina is always eager to please, and would try to help... but most likely that help involves getting Chloe to do something. We will honor your sacrifice, Sabrina. 4/10

Mylene: For some reason I can picture Mylene being Absolutely Down to help Marinette hide a body, and would have the bag and shovel ready right as she answers the phone. I don't have any explanation for this. I really don't. I just feel in my heart it's correct? Mylene doesn't *want* there to be corpses to bury, and would sigh in relief when Marinette confirms she's calling for other reasons. But like. This still feels right. 7/10

Ivan: I don't want to say Ivan sleeps like a rock, but I think he sleeps like a rock. Sorry Marinette, that phone is NOT being answered. 0/10

Rose: Has custom ringtones for all of her friends and catapults out of bed the moment she hears any of those ringtones. Rose will immediately do everything in her power to help any of her friends at any time of day or night. Because that's what friends do. When Marinette asks her to do something oddly specific, she will do it without question and will assume it's Adrien related. She may or may not be right. 8/10

Juleka: Was already awake. May or not be aware of the passage of time. Her ability to function probably increases as the sunlight disappears, if we're being honest, so Marinette will be unnerved by this significantly more cheerful Juleka. This may or may not have an adverse effect on whatever Marinette was planning. 8/10

Kim: He will answer the phone before fully waking up. He will agree to anything Marinette says. He will say "okay, I got it" and then Marinette will hang up and Kim will finish waking up and he will have no idea what he's supposed to be doing. 2/10

Max: Marinette will be very frustrated with Max's auto-responder. Max would be happy to help, but Marinette can't figure out how to navigate all the weird options ("If you need help, press 2, if you need help with aliens, press 3, if you need help with homework, press 4, and if you need help with-") so it'll probably be a half an hour before he realizes he's being called. 3/10

Alix: Before receiving the Rabbit Miraculous, she would answer the phone and provide assistance with copious amounts of sarcastic remarks. Now that she has the Rabbit Miraculous, she gets her significantly more well-rested future self to answer the phone instead. And provide assistance with copious amounts of sarcastic remarks. Alix/10

Nathaniel: While he may not be crushing on her anymore, Nath would still be very eager to help Marinette. Unfortunately he is probably very tired and operating with a less-than-even temper so there will be problems. 4/10

Lila: The entire situation would be hilarious. She would not expect a call from Marinette this early in the morning, and would engage in Death Note-style mental gymnastics to try and figure out Marinette's goal. Does she need help? Why is she calling me if she needs help? Does she need something from me? She knows I would never help her, right? Or is she expecting me to not help and is just calling to brag that I'm not needed? Or, wait, um- Add this to the fact that she's probably very tired and not fully awake means her brain would probably short-circuit and she'd end up helping Marinette out before her thought process can catch up. 5/10

Luka: Oh, Luka, you poor, poor, boy. Marinette is not the only one who comes to you for late night therapy. So many people seek out your assistance at odd times and places, and you will ALWAYS help. You can function, and you do your best, but internally you're just a regular guy who's trying REALLY REALLY HARD to be cool and dependable. You desperately need a break, Luka. But for now I'll give you the credit you deserve. 10/10

Kagami: Her mother keeps her on a very rigid sleep schedule, so naturally she jumps at the chance to be more of a rebel and help Marinette out. Things will get broken. Even if Marinette just wanted to ask Kagami a question, there will still be property damage. 6/10

Marc: There is absolutely no way that Marc can function at all at 3 in the morning. He has been up all night writing, sustained entirely by caffeine and hyperfixation. His brain is starting to collapse from the stress and he can no longer tell fiction from reality any more. He would still try to help Marinette if she called him, but she's learned by now to just let him sleep for the sake of his health. -5/10, but like in a good way

Ondine: Probably wakes up at around this time anyway depending on which sports season it is. She can help just fine, but since she and Marinette aren't that close the chance that Ondine can assist with anything really important is low. 5/10

Aurore:

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Why on earth are you calling me this early?" "I need help." "What? I barely know you!" "I'm going to blackmail Alec Cataldi." "...I'm listening."

4/10

Felix: Look you just know he has the weirdest sleep schedule. He's either basically dead to the world or fully functioning without issue. He will help Marinette, though he might need to be coerced. 7/10

Zoe: She will do literally anything that Marinette asks her to. Marinette will feel very guilty about this. 9/10

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Hi, I have this idea.

Nat x Fem Reader, where yn isn't an avenger and they were living happily until what we called "infinity war". Because of Nat's condition, yn was the one who tried to get pregnant because they wanted to have children, but Nat with this mission needs to go and help the others, yn knew about the avengers and that the world needs Nat too, so they had to say goodbye to each other, until they don't know about the time.

What Nat didn't know was that Yn was pregnant and she didn't want to tell her because she knew how important the mission was.

When they killed Thanos, and Nat is alive, she didn't know what to expect about Yn, thinking she maybe was with someone and she was at her house, she was shocked when she saw a boy, like five years old(i don't remember the timeline) and after that she saw yn, her hair was red, she decided to have it in that way after gave birth, and you know Nat said like "Hi baby, I'm back" and maybe you could write some of Nat talking with her child and he telling her about his name (something like Alexei or Ivan) Nat and Yn having a conversation and Nat thought maybe she has a partner, and them being a happy family after all this time

Five years apart

Y/N: 27/32 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Y/N smiles widely, admiring the table she just prepared for a romantic dinner. She wanted to prepare something special and tell her girlfriend the great news.

Y/N and Natasha have been trying to start a family for a while and finally, after so many failed attempts, it happened and Y/N is pregnant.

"Baby, I'm home!" Natasha calls, shutting the front door.

Y/N smiles, rushing to greet her girlfriend with a kiss. She practically jumps into Natasha's arms and pulls her in for a kiss on which Natasha can't help but chuckle.

"What's gotten into you, детка?" Natasha asks, chuckling at her girlfriend's excitement. (baby)

"Nothing, just happy to see you" Y/N smiles warmly, trying not to reveal anything just yet. "You must be hungry, let's go to eat" The girl says excitedly, already pulling Natasha to the other room.

"Wait, wait. I need to tell you something first" Natasha sighs, knowing what she's about to say won't make her girlfriend happy.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asks, noticing the change in Natasha's behaviour.

"Something happened… There's this alien who's planning an attack on Earth and-"

"And you have to go and save the world" Y/N says, looking slightly disappointed.

She knows Natasha could never sit at home when the world is in danger and it's one of the things she loves about her, but did it have to be now? Now when they can finally have what they've been wanting for so long?

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I know we wanted to start a family and I really want to, but-"

"I know… the world needs you, Nat" Y/N sighs, wrapping her arms around Natasha and burying her face into Natasha's neck. "When do you need to leave?"

"Tomorrow morning" Natasha sighs and kisses her girlfriend's head. "Promise you'll come back to me" Y/N asks seriously, looking into Natasha's eyes.

"Honey, you know how-"

"Promise" Y/N repeats, waiting to hear the same word from her girlfriend.

"I'll try my best to come back to you" Natasha smiles, cupping Y/N's cheeks with her hands and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

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5 years later…

It's been a little bit over 5 years since Natasha left for a mission and hasn't returned home yet. Y/N's been waiting for her everyday, hoping she'd return and they could finally live the life they always wanted.

Y/N even dyed her hair red as it reminds her of Natasha. She's been watching news everyday and knows her Avenger girlfriend is safe now that the Avengers finally defeated Thanos. She just hopes Natasha will show up someday.

Meanwhile Natasha's been thinking whether or not she should find Y/N again. She has no idea if the girl she loves isn't with anyone else now. It's been 5 years after all.

After a long discussion with her friend Wanda, she decided to find the love of her life. Maybe it's not too late and Y/N is still waiting for her, right?

"Alright, my little prince. Mama will be right back with dinner" Y/N smiles and presses a kiss to her son's head.

The little boy's been playing with his stuffed animals in his fort the entire afternoon, only coming out when Y/N calls, so she's not afraid to leave her little boy alone for a bit. Especially when their house is far away from everything.

Natasha pulls over a little further from the house, deciding to wait if Y/N isn't already living her happy family life with someone else. The last thing she wants is to ruin Y/N's happiness.

"Sir Snuggles, you betrayed our kingdom, so you have to leave!" Little Alexei orders, stepping out of his fort with a pout on his face and carrying his teddy bear on the porch.

Natasha's eyes widen when she sees the little boy that looks exactly like a mini version of Y/N. Few seconds later Y/N steps out of the door, two plates in her hands. Natasha smiles when she notices the hair color change.

"Dinner's ready, little prince" Y/N smiles, placing the plates on the table outside.

"Mama, I'm the king, not little prince" The little boy pouts and climbs the chair.

"Oh. I'm sorry, your majesty" Y/N jokes, sitting opposite her son. "No, no. Go wash your hands, honey" Y/N orders before Alexei can even start eating.

She receives a whine from the little boy, but he listens and goes to wash his hands. Natasha takes it as an opportunity and walks over to the now redhead.

"Hi, baby. I'm back" Natasha informs on which Y/N looks up, not believing her own eyes.

"… Natasha?" The girl's eyes fill with tears on the sight of her girlfriend standing there.

She immediately stands up, running to Natasha and jumping into her arms. She's been waiting 5 years for this and it's finally here.

"Why the hell did you not visit me even once over the 5 years?" Y/N asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Mama?" The little boy suddenly appears behind his mom, hiding behind her legs and looking up at her.

"Natasha, let me introduce you your son" Y/N smiles, lifting Alexei up and sitting him onto her hip.

"M-my son?" Natasha asks if she heard that right, her eyes filling with tears. "B-but how?"

"… I might have planned to tell you we were expecting a baby the same evening you told me you needed to leave on that mission. Before you ask why I didn't tell you… I know you, Nat. You can't sit still when the world needs help and you would never forgive yourself for leaving me alone either, so I decided not to tell you" Y/N explains and Natasha stays quiet, processing everything. "… Are you mad? Please don't be mad at me, I-"

"No, no, I'm not mad. I just… Does he know?"

"He does. I've told him a lot about you… Can you say hi to mommy, bubs?" Y/N smiles, encouraging the little boy with a kiss on the head.

"Hi" Alexei mumbles shyly.

"Hi. I'm so happy to meet you, buddy" Natasha smiles, tears rolling down her cheeks. "What's his name?" She asks and wipes her tears away.

"I'm Alexei!" The little boy grins.

"… Alexei? Did you really name our child after… well, my dad?" Natasha asks, raising an eyebrow on which Y/N furrows her brows.

"Your dad? You've never really told me much about your family. You said you don't know your real family. How was I supposed to know your dad's name's Alexei?" Y/N says confused, they've never really spoken about Natasha's family, even though Natasha planned to tell her girlfriend before the Thanos thing.

"I guess I gotta explain you some things. But Alexei suits him, the right name for a little king" Natasha smiles at her son who blushes and hides his head into Y/N's neck which makes both women chuckle.

"Oh. Dinner. Go to eat, honey" Y/N remembers, standing Alexei back on the ground. "Will you have dinner with us? I cooked just for the two of us, but I can cook more? It'll take a while, but I'll be happy to cook for you. Or I can share mine if you want?" Y/N suggests nervously, hoping Natasha won't disappear again.

"Y/N, calm down" Natasha chuckles. "I already had some food, you don't have to cook anything or share your dinner with me. But I'd be really happy if we could talk about everything later?"

"It's Alexei's bedtime soon, so we can talk then if you don't have anywhere else to be?" Y/N suggest on which Natasha smiles and nods.

———

The boy fell asleep quite quickly as all the playing today worn him out. Y/N gives him one last kiss on the forehead before walking downstairs to have a talk with Natasha.

"He's asleep already" Y/N informs, slowly sitting down next to Natasha on the couch. "… Nat, I was worried about you. Why didn't you visit me or at least called me over the 5 years?"

"… I don't know, I… I was worried you found someone better with whom you'd be living a happy life" Natasha admits, playing with her fingers.

"I could never find anyone better, Nat. You are the best one for me. I love you" Y/N smiles, placing her hand on top of Natasha's.

"Y-you do? After all the time?" The Avenger asks, looking Y/N in the eyes.

"Yeah, of course I do" Y/N smiles warmly.

"I love you too, you have no idea how much" Natasha smiles back on which Y/N moves closer and hugs her girlfriend tightly. "And I love the new hair color, by the way" Natasha smirks suddenly, making Y/N chuckle.

"Yeah, it reminds me of you, so I dyed my hair. But I think it quite suits me, don't you think?"

"It does, you look beautiful" Natasha smiles lovingly. "I. Hm. Now that my mission is over and the world is saved… I was wondering if we couldn't continue where we ended? Now that we have a son, we could finally be a family"

"I would love nothing more" Y/N smiles, looking up at Natasha who returns the smile and leans in, kissing her girlfriend passionately.

"You know… when Alexei and I get to know each other a bit better… we could maybe start thinking about giving him a little sibling" Natasha smirks.

"You would want another baby with me?" Y/N smiles, loving the thought already and to be honest, the little boy has been begging her for a little brother quite a while already.

"Yeah. I would love to have another mini Y/N running around" Natasha smiles and presses a kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"Well then, I guess you gotta tell me about your family first otherwise our second baby might be accidentaly named after your mom or something" Y/N jokes, making Natasha chuckle.

They sure have a long evening full of explaining ahead of them…

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