intertwined, sewn together
⧗ natasha romanoff x reader
⧗ you and natasha decide to adopt a kitten to complete your family
I love Liho so much I try to add her to all my fics because what a cutie 🐈 Also I didn’t proofread!
When Natasha was away on missions, there was always an empty feeling throughout the apartment. Natasha felt this too. The absence of love when either if you were not home, their space was so close to perfect, just missing something.
One night as you laid your head on her chest and flipped through a book, Nat half watched a studio Ghibli movie she loved, Kiki’s Delivery Service. Her eyes drifted to the small black cat that appeared in almost every scene, and it resembled something she’d seen in a dream once, almost fated. She glanced at the wooden floor, imagine the soft pat pat pat of a kitten’s feet running down the hall to the kitchen, or it rubbing against her leg in contentment. Natasha then glanced at you, admired the way your hair framed your face, and pictured a little kitten against your chest, reading along with you. She always felt immense regret leaving you on missions, a feline could soothe both the loneliness and the grief she felt.
Nat nudged you arm, “darling” she whispered
You look up, admiring how the soft orange glow highlighted her soft features, “mh”
“Do you want a cat?” Natasha asked, her eyes almost gleamed with hope. She didn’t often show excitement, due to the common theme of many events in her life never working out. She was wired to brace for disappointment.
However your eyes lit up, “a cat? that would be so cute” you smiled, already imagining a life with another companion.
“We could get a black kitty, it could keep you company and give us cuddles” she spoke, her voice deep and enticing, you understood how Natasha managed to seduce hundreds of men. As she convinced you she rubbed your bottom lip, making your stomach flip and your heart beat faster than ever.
As the darkness overtook the room and the only light left was the soft streetlamp outside your window, you were asleep but Nat was conjuring visions of a life with a cat in her mind. Morning walks, hiking, kitty stretches, she was practically in love. Unable to sleep, she gave your forehead a kiss and crept out of bed to the kitchen, made a cup of tea and opened her laptop.
Natasha researched adoption centres with the perfect companion, her fingers tapping mindlessly on the counter. When Natasha Romanoff wanted something, it was rare she didn’t get it, she was a woman of her word. She made plans to visit an adoption centre the next morning and returned to bed, filled with anticipation and excitement.
As the morning light filtered through your windows, Natasha was already awake, packing sandwiches for the car ride to the cat shelter. You sat up, the blanket pooling around your waist like water.
“Nat?” you call out, “whats going on?”
She walked in, grinning like a little girl on Christmas morning, “are you really okay with getting a cat?” she asked.
“Perfect, we leave in an hour. I found the perfect shelter like 2 hours from here, we can look and see if theres a kitty we love” she rambled, you hadn’t seen her this excited in a while. It was nice. You nodded and got up to change, catching the sparkle in her eye in your peripheral.
As you walked to the car, Nat sidestepped to open your door of her black jeep. She didn’t let you of your thigh the entire drive, tapping her finger along to the beat of radio songs as you drove through the countryside. You approach the shelter, nat opens your door then hols your hand tightly as you walk in.
There are cats everywhere, all rescued in need of homes, gosh you wish you could’ve taken all of them home. After a while of petting and meeting all the kitties, natasha lays her eyes on a small kitten, black, huge green eyes. It pats over to her and she knows, as she scoops it up, it’s like something shifted.
“our cat?” you ask, smiling and scratching the kitten’s head, natasha nods,
On the way home you hold the cat, it softly purrs on your lap and looks at natasha with its gorgeous eyes. The air seems lighter somehow, the future clearer.
“what are we gonna name her?” you ask
“I was thinking Liho, its russian for evil” she smirks, who would you be to deny such a cute name, so fitted to the black widow. The cat sits up at the sound of it’s new name, Liho.
“Oh Liho how cute you are” you whisper.