They destroyed my birth certificate, so I reinvented it. My parents still live in Ohio. My sister moved out west. Is that right? You’re a science teacher. You’re working part-time, though, especially after you had your son. Your husband, he renovates houses. That is not my story.
After growing up in the Red Room together, you and Natasha both eventually defected to SHIELD and became founding members of the Avengers. Protecting people from the many dangers of the multiverse is now something you both do on a daily basis. It’s a path the two of you decided to walk willingly in the hopes of wiping out all the red in your ledgers.
Saving the world together is a fulfilling occupation. It allows you to help others and to atone for your own wrongdoings. But being part of Earth’s mightiest heroes comes at a personal cost. You’re always on edge, keeping an eye and ear out for the newest threat, whether it’s another organization bent on world domination or another alien invasion. It’s tending to each others’ cuts and bruises. It’s broken bones and aching bodies. It’s kissing each others’ tears away when you couldn’t save a life, and it’s learning to cope with the fear that, even though you and Natasha are one of the most skilled spies and assassins, one of you might not make it back to the other after the next mission or after the next fight.
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The only time when you truly felt as peace was in her arms. You could be alone during your best times or having fun with you friends laughing through the night, but the one place you would always call home was Natasha.
“No one’s ever made me feel like this.”
When she said those words, you turned around with a smile on your face. The two of you were sprawled over a blanket under the moon and stars. It had been her idea which you executed. Natasha always went on about how much she loved looking up at them at night as a child, Yelena always by her side. The way in which she spoke so highly of her sister always filled you with joy — they were so close and seeing them share the happiness they never got as children made you smile.
“Me neither,” you admitted as you leaned close enough, her body pressing up against your own. “You make me feel alive.”
The two of you had been dancing around the unspoken feelings for years now. She was your friend, your protector, even your soulmate.
“Can I kiss you?” Natasha asked almost innocently. It was adorable to see her be so soft for you, whereas if it were someone else, she probably would have snapped their neck immediately.
Without responding, you simply leaned in. When your lips first pressed against her own, it was as if sparks flew. Nothing was more perfect than Natasha, than her love for you which radiated with your own.
“Stay with me,” Natasha said before cupping your face tenderly, letting her thumb brush against your cheek. “Be mine.”
Admittedly, it was the most wondrous command you have received, to which you could not help but reply with ‘of course’ as you finally became Natasha’s.
Hey hey hey! what about hela watching reader sleep and realizing for the first time that she loves her?
A/N: Hello! Thank you for this wonderfully fluffy prompt. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing a very introspective Hela. I made this compliant with my Drunken Interlude-verse, which you can find here and here!
WC: 871
Rating: G
TW: None
Hela was always the first to wake.
She reasoned that was thanks to the years of serving on the battlefield, requiring light sleep and a necessity for being on your feet in an instant. She’d never considered it a nuisance, but rather a skill. Finely honed to perfection, and part and parcel to being a well-rounded commander.
Now she had you, and that made waking up an even sweeter ordeal.
While it was nice to cuddle with you, and talk with you, about anything and everything, until one of you fell asleep first, what she enjoyed more than anything was being able to watch you as you slept. Watch the morning light dance across your face, lighting up your features with its soft, warm glow as your lips twitched one way or the other, and your eyelashes fluttered in your sleep.
You were mesmerizing. A true sight to behold, and she didn’t think she would ever grow tired of it.
It had taken a while to get to this point. After all, just having you in her chambers during the day had always taken careful planning and consideration for the guards and other maids that were constantly around. What would they think, if they found out that you, her personal handmaiden, were spending so much time with the future queen? What would they think if they walked in on your moments of intimacy, caught the two of you in the throes of passion during a midday tryst because Hela just couldn’t stop staring at you as you attended to your chores in one of the main chambers of the palace?
Yes, it was months of staying hidden away, sneaking when and where you could, before Hela finally threw caution to the wind and allowed you to stay the night with her. And once the first night had passed without issue, it had become the norm, until now, six months later, you practically lived in the room with her. Sometimes Hela still wondered whether the others maids hadn’t caught on that you weren’t returning to the maids’ chambers at night, or if they were just smart enough not to say anything.
Hela was dragged from her thoughts as you shifted slightly in your sleep, snuggling yourself a little closer as you tucked your face further into the crook of her neck with a sweet little drowsy sigh, and she held her breath, wondering if you were finally waking up.
When you made no further movements to either wake up or move again, Hela smiled softly, pressing the ghost of a kiss to the top of your head, and let herself get lost in thought once again as she kept her gaze on your face.
The first time Hela had drunkenly flirted with you, she hadn’t expected it to go anywhere at all, much less for it to be completely reciprocated by you. And one drunken night had turned into several, and then a drunken night had turned into a drunken night, and all Hela wanted nothing more than for it to just be her, and you, and both of you, for as long as you’d allow it.
But then reality had hit her like a ton of bricks, and she’d recoiled, put her walls up again while you had desperately tried to tear them back down, all the while insisting that you just wanted her to be happy.
Happy was never a thing Hela had been. Not really. She’d had moments of happiness, she supposed, things and situations that had made her happy. But she hadn’t known what it meant to truly be happy until things had started to get a little more serious between the two of you. Which, coincidentally, had been around the same time you’d started staying the night.
There was something about sharing a bed that strengthened a bond, even in the most innocent of ways one could share a bed with another. Hela had lost track of the number of nights the two of you had simply spent talking until the light of dawn had started its journey down her bedroom walls or until you had fallen asleep mid-conversation because you simply couldn’t be awake any longer.
Hela had started to live for those moments, need them. Like the way a fish needs water to live, or a flower needs sun to grow. Necessitous. Urgent.
Everything.
Hela came back to the present as she watched you fight the urge to wake up, burying your face in her hair in a desperate attempt to keep the light out of your eyes, and in an instant, she felt a sudden swell in her heart, new, and strange, and all-encompassing. When you could hide away no longer, and finally blinked your eyes open, sleepiness melting away, it became very obvious to Hela what she was feeling; what she’d been holding in her heart for so long and hadn’t had a name for, simply because she’d never thought herself capable of it.
And as you mumbled a quiet good morning before leaning up to kiss her sweetly, the words repeated themselves over and over in her head, like a desperate prayer she finally understood why she was praying.
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