natasha romanoff x reader one shots

porcelain shards

pov: y/n was 'posessed' by a spirit and down know how long it will be until she *has to go*
(think dani clayton, bly manor mhm)

i was stood in front of the sink, mid washing of a plate, staring back at my reflection and getting lost in my own thoughts. i hear the door close and the faint falling of a voice but i don't register any of it. i keep staring pointlessly at my face as if im waiting for something to happen.

nats pov:
i closed the door and called out to y/n,
'Hey baby, im home!'
i waited for her reply but nothing came. odd.

I walked into our kitchen to find y/n completely out of it, staring into the kitchen sink as if she's looking at someone else. someone that isn't her.

'Y/n,'
I called a little loudly and she snapped out of her trance and dropped the plate she was holding loosely onto the floor, porcelain shards scattered the floor.

Y/n's pov:
I shook as I backed up to the counter behind myself as I realised I had company. I continued to shake. In fear, in horror, in need of comforting,
'What's wrong,,'
'She's back...'
'Y/n who, who's back. What did you see??'
'Her.'
realisation flushed her face and nat saw my fear and she rushed over to me, dropping her bag on the ground quickly before coming infront of me and slipping one hand around the back of my waist and holding the other against my head for support. I nuzzled my head into her neck and bit my fingernails-it was a nervous habit I'd picked up over time- we stood like that for a while. Natasha trying to calm me down and taking me through breathing exercises. Eventually they must've started to work as she pulled back and I felt a lot less lost than I did minutes ago. Natasha always had a way of doing that.

She carefully brushed the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear, caressing my jaw gently whilst saying, it's okay. im here, nothing bad is going to happen-not whilst im here.

Hearing the worry in her voice scared you, I've worried her, I've hurt her, she's hurting, this is my fault.... I began creating false scenarios in my mind and suddenly I was completely out of it again. Nat snapped me back with a turn of the head and I began crying. I wasn't even sure why anymore- maybe that's it. The reason doesn't matter anymore, nat held me close and let me get it all out.

I cherished her hold, the way she smelt, how her hair was always soft and fell perfectly into place, i cherished her rings and how they felt against my skin. I cherished her delicate kisses she placed on my forehead every so often reminding me she was there, and the way she stroked her hand up and down my back in the perfect place. I cherished her voice and the rasp of her whispers as she told me she loved me. I cherished it all. Because I didn't know how long I had left. Before she took me entirely.

A/N:
this was heavily bly manor inspired bc it's their 1 year (yay🤪) so here's this. Yup. More angst. Sorry not sorry. Hope ur all doing well, ily <3