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Pairing: Russian Professor! Yelena x College Student! Reader
Summary: After seeing your Professor, Yelena, at the bar with Professor Bishop you get a little jealous, so you pick up a random girl to make your favourite Professor jealous because you know she can’t do anything while she’s with a work colleague.
➥ Smut
Warnings: Dom! Yelena, Sub! Reader, Strap on Use, Language Warning, Mentions of Drinking, Daddy Kink, Public Sex, Expeditionist Kink, Exhibitionism Kink, Legal Age Gap, Abuse of Power, Degradation Kink | 1.1K
AC: Wrote this for my good friend, @tonbelova25 a while back!
As Yelena sits with her work colleague, Kate, she can't help but watch as you grind and dance with another girl completely zoning out from whatever Kate is saying. "Yelena, Yelena! Did you hear what I just said?" Kate's voice breaks Yelena's focus on you, "What are you staring at anyway?" the brunette adds. Her eyes trying to follow Yelena's to see what on earth had her full attention.
"What? I, I'm not staring at anything, what were you saying?" Yelena lightly shakes her head before taking a mouthful of her drink, taking in another look of you from across the room.
"It doesn't matter" Kate chuckles, "When's this holiday you've been planning?" she asks to change the conversation from work.
After watching you mess around for way too long, Yelena decides she can't take it any longer, seeing what's hers dance all over someone else. You're just about to take it to the next level and kiss the stranger when a hand wraps around your wrist and drags you away.
You look up to see a very angry blonde Russian Professor, as she drags you into the nearest bathroom. When inside she pushes you up against the door as she locks it, "you've been a bad girl, detka! Grinding all over that thing out there, what am I going to do with you hmm?" She says in a possessive tone. You let out a whimper to which she smirks knowing that she has you right where she wants you.
As she stares at you intently and licks her lips, you mumble "I'm sorry, daddy."
"What was that printsessa?" Yelena asked to tease you.
You look in her eyes and then down to her lips "I said I'm sorry, daddy" you repeated. Yelena shook her head, "I don't think you are, how many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me huh?" she replied before crashing her lips against yours, kissing you roughly as little moans left your throat. Her hands wonder down to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to her if that was even possible.
"Jump detka" she husks out.
You jump slightly, wrapping your legs around her waist and your arms around her shoulders as she starts to leave her remark the dark marks that she left on your neck only days before all while she elicited moans out of you. Yelena's hands move to your ass squeezing it as you start to grind on her waist feeling her strap that only turns you on even more, you plead with her "please daddy."
The blonde pulls back, smirking at you, "please what detka? What do you want?" she asks, once more just to tease you.
"Fuck me, Папочка please! I need you"
Yelena's smirk only grew at the title you called her, "somebody has been doing their homework" she mumbled before her lips pressed against your neck once more as she placed you comfortably on the countertop of the public bathroom. "Stop teasing, please!" you begged while your Professor's hands slid up your dresses, brushing your thighs up and down while her lips explored your neck to your jawline back to your lips, "say it again" she whispered.
Feeling your soaked pussy clench around nothing, you wasted no time giving into her. "Please Папочка, fuck me! I need you so bad" you begged, watching her eyes ever so slightly light up at your pathetic state. A moan leaves your lips when you feel her fingers brush over your clothed pussy, "I've barely touched you and you're this wet?" Yelena almost chuckles as she pulls your panties down, you can't help but pull her closer, kissing her deeply before she works on releasing her strap on from her pants.
Muffled moans escaped the deepening kiss when you felt the tip of the fake cock slide up and down between your folds, using your arousal as a lubricant. A loud knock is heard on the door, "hurry up in there! Some of us need to pee!" a stranger calls out to which is only ignored by your moans as Yelena slides her strap inside your pussy, your walls already clenching around her.
"F-fuck!" you moaned, "so big!" you added as you took her inch by inch.
"I know printsessa, I brought a new one" Yelena replied, watching as your pussy sucked her length in, "god, look how needy you are! I bet that tramp out there doesn't get you this wet and needy huh?" Yelena added as she looked up at you to see you already nodding at her words, "only you daddy!" you replied.
Another loud banging on the bathroom door could be heard, Yelena turned her head as if she could see whoever was behind the door, "fuck off!" she yelled over the voice coming from the other side. Her anger sent a throb to your core before she began to thrust into you, pulling the toy out to the tip before pushing herself fully back inside you. She muffled your moans with her lips, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she helped you grind yourself on her strap.
"Maybe I should let that little whore you were dancing with come in here and show her who you belong too!" Yelena pulled back from your lips wanting to see how well you took her. A rather louder mouth left your lips at the thought which caused your Professor to smirk, "you like that? You want people to just how fucking wet you are for me huh? How well this pretty pussy takes my cock?" She teased knowing you loved the thought.
"Y-Yes daddy!" you moaned, throwing your head back leaving your neck fully exposed for Yelena to cover with her lips but instead you felt her thumb land on your clit. "Maybe I should unlock this door and let the whole night club know you're daddy's little slut!" she thrusted into you faster while her thumb worked tight circles around your clit.
"Daddy!! G'nna cum!" you rocked your body back and forth to match her thrusts.
"Not until you tell me who you belong to detka!" your professor replied, running her tongue over her lips.
"You! I b-belong to you!"
"I can't hear you detka, what was that?" Yelena teased with a smirk, her actions speeding up. You were unable to control your moans, your release the edge, "P-please!" you begged.
"Say it again" Yelena demanded.
"I'm y-yours!" you moaned loudly, "I'm only yours d-daddy!" you broke, unable to hold your orgasm any longer, you came around her strap. Luckily for you, your professor wasn't mad about you not waiting for her permission, instead she wrapped her arms around you and held you close as she slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your high. "I don't ever want to see you throwing yourself at somebody else ever again" Yelena spoke softly into your ear as you came down from your high.
You couldn't help but smirk at her words knowing that your little game worked, you got what you wanted and you'd do it again without a second thought.
Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.
Angst | Mentions of Red Room & Flashbacks | 4.4K |
Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person.
Translations: сестра (sister), плющ (ivy), маленький (little).
The Third Widow Masterlist
~ “Yelena! Let me go!! Yelena!! Help!!”
“Y/n, it’s okay!! I’ll be with you again soon!”
“I don’t want to go Lena!! Please!” ~
“Yelena, are you okay?” Natasha clicked her fingers in front of her dragging her back to the news that Melina had just delivered. “I’m fine” Yelena mumbled. Flashbacks of her younger sister replayed in her mind, “are you sure?” Melina tilted her head slightly in Yelena’s direction. “Where is she?” the question was quickly asked, coated with concern, “can I see her? I need to see her”
“She’s with Alexei right now. She’s not in a good state, but when she is, of course, you can see her” Melina explained. Natasha sat across from her with a supporting hand on Yelena’s back. “No, I need to see her. I haven’t seen her since she was four” Yelena shrugged Nat’s hand from her back.
“I know honey but she’s” Melina paused as she tried to paste the words together in the nicest way she could. “Melina, she’s my little sister!”
“Yelena, she’s not okay right now. Alexei and I need to monitor her for a couple of days at the most. You have to understand, she was trained differently from Natasha and yourself. She just needs a couple of days to adjust then, I promise, you can see her” Melina explained in a soft and comforting voice. The look on Yelena’s face told her dysfunctional family that she didn’t like the idea of having to spend a few more days away from her sister. She shook her head in frustration before excusing herself from the family’s dining table.
“How bad is she?” Natasha looked to Melina once she was confident that Yelena had gone to her room. “Dreykov isn’t going to take it lightly that she’s gone. I read her file” she chewed her bottom lip, “he was doing new tests on her, ones I’d never heard of” she went on to explain. “And the training?” Natasha frowned lightly, “Alexei and I are still trying to work out how extensive her training was. So far, we know she was trained harder, harsher, more intensive than what you and Yelena went through. I’m worried that he had a lot of hope in her”.
Alexei placed a plate of food in front of you, the vegetables had a stream of steam waving from them, the pasta sauce thickened the longer it sat untouched as the pasta soaked up its goodness. “I wasn’t sure what you liked” Alexei’s deep voice made your eyes travel from the plate of hot food to his eyes as he sat in the seat across from you. You wondered where the woman had gotten too, since being picked up by the couple they’d been inseparable as they cared for you day in and day out. Even though you’d been mute since meeting them, they held no threat to you.
“Wh-where’s Melina?” you finally spoke for the first time in serval weeks. Alexei looked slightly surprised, “she’s at home with the girls” he replied. The girls? You never heard him, nor Melina talk about anybody. “You have kids?” you asked him, wanting to know more. “Yes, adoptive but I love them as if they were really my mine” he spoke in a promising tone. You saw his eyes light up as he mentioned his love for the mystery girls he loved deeply.
“I had a sister” your voice broke but your eyes stayed connected to his as he lent forward, “do you remember her?” he asked. You nodded sadly, your memories of the older girl you once called sissy was faint, fading away as you got older, “they took her away from me”.
Alexei knew Melina would have more of an understanding of what you were saying given her past working relationship with Dreykov and being a widow herself. “They told me I didn’t need her anymore, but I did” you slowly picked up the polished silver fork, stabbing it into a piece of sliced carrot, “I did” a tear rolled down your right cheek before the carrot found your mouth.
The sound of the small apartment’s door unlocked; a strong wave of Melina’s perfume entered the room before she did. “Ah, there she is” Alexei smiled as he made eye contact with the dark hair woman. “Did I miss something?” Melina joked as you took another small piece of food from the white plate, Alexei shook his head “I’ll tell you later” he whispered as she took the seat next to him.
“How are you feeling?” Melina softly smiled at you.
“T-Tired” you mumbled before stabbing your fork into another vegetable. Melina instantly turned to look at Alexei who only nodded letting her know that what she heard was words coming from your mouth. “I can imagine” Melina replied, “you haven’t slept in a couple of days. Do you feel any different from yesterday?” she asked.
“I feel like I’ve missed a lot…the memories I had don’t seem real to me anymore…” you admitted. “That’s because Dreykov biochemical enhanced, chemically subjugated and implanted fake memories into your mind” Melina explained with a frowned of concern, “you received a special treatment that allows you, for decades, to remain young, healthy and resilient at superhuman levels” she added.
The information didn’t exactly surprise you but made you question why. Why would somebody do this to you?
“But it’s okay now, you’re safe. Alexei and I will look after you, we promise” Melina spoke when she saw worry take over your face. You only nodded in reply before sitting in silence as you finished your dinner. “Could I go to bed? Please?” you asked once both your knife and York rested on the empty plate. “Of course, you can, you don’t have to ask. If you’re tired and need a rest, you can just go to your bed” Melina smiled.
For the first time in many years, you had freedom, something you’d have to get used too. You weren’t control anymore but still you weren’t sure what you were supposed to be doing or who you truly were.
“Thank you” you rose from your seat, “goodnight” you spoke before walking down the hall to the room that quickly gave you a sense of comfort. It was a lot different from your room at Red Room, it was bigger and more like an actual bedroom rather than a prison cell with dark colours.
“Hey, are you okay? I know you didn’t take Melina’s news too well” Natasha stood in the door frame of Yelena’s room. Yelena was five years younger than Natasha and two years older than her long lost sister. At the age of three she and Natasha were adopted by Alexei and Melina for an undercover mission for Dreykov, 3 years later when the mission was completed the girls were sent back to Red Room where they continued their intensive training until Dreykov’s control but Melina and Alexei struggled to adjust without the girls they grew to love as their own and made it their own mission to retrieve them, protect them and love them like they had all along.
Now Yelena is 17 and Natasha is 22. They have been free from the darkness of the Red Room and Dreykov’s control for the past 3 and a half years. Yelena struggled more than Natasha to adjust to her new lifestyle but thankful she was finally home with the only family she knew of.
During Yelena’s recovery, the fake memories that Dreykov had implanted into her young mind soon faded away and she was able to remember the short life she had before being taken into Red Room. Memories of her younger sister clouded her mind daily, she wondered where you were taken too, how you were, what you looked like, if you remembered her, if you still giggled when you ran too fast, she wondered if she’d recognise you if she saw you.
“They’ve had her for months and didn’t say anything” Yelena looked at Natasha, “I’m mad” she adds.
“I understand” Natasha stepped a foot into the blonde’s bedroom. “You don’t understand Natasha. You don’t know what it feels like to lose somebody so close to you. She’s my baby sister, I should’ve protected her” Yelena slightly raises her voice causing Natasha to sigh with hurt. “But I do understand…I lost you” she says hurtfully, “they took you from my arms, you begged me not to let you go”
For a moment Yelena forgot about that night when Natasha held her tightly in her arms as Dreykov’s men walked around with their heavily armed guns ripping other young girls from each other. “I’m sorry” Yelena spoke softly as Natasha sat beside her on the bed, “I want to know she’s okay” she adds with teary eyes.
“She’s being looked after by Melina and Alexei, she’s in good hands. You know Melina will do whatever she needs to do, Alexei as well” Natasha comforts the blonde with a gently pat on the knee.
Meanwhile, Alexei had explained to Melina that you mentioned your sister, the memory of her blonde hair, green eyes and button nose faded more and more, day by day. “Did she say Yelena’s name?” Melina asked while washing up the dishes Alexei had created. “Nope” he replied as he dried each dish from the drying rack. “Yelena’s not happy we kept this from her” Melina flicked her wet hands of access water before using a towel to dry them, “I can’t imagine she’d be anything else” Alexei replied.
-The Following Day-
“Do we tell her?” Melina spoke softly as she looked to her right where Alexei stood downing a mug of coffee. “About Yelena? Not yet” he replied. Both watched you from the kitchen as you picked at the healthy breakfast Melina made. The morning was fresh but not cold, you sat by yourself flicking a small piece of cut up apple around in your bowl. You could hear the faint whispers coming from the two adults and the feeling of their eyes watching your every movement, something you were used to and unfazed by.
“How about we go for a walk today? Would you like that?” Melina asked you with a soft smile, you didn’t reply as your eyes fell back to the bowl of uneaten fruit and yogurt in front of you. “Or, if you had something else in mind, we could do that” Melina suggests, trying to get your attention but again, no reply. Melina just assumed you had another bad night, since escaping Red Room and being in the care of Melina & Alexei you’ve had to adjust to normal life like things.
Understanding that what happened to you wasn’t right, that you’re more than just a weapon of darkness, that you were now free to do as you pleased, within reason of course. The nightmares were the hardest for Melina to watch, seeing you have such an out of body experience made her guilty of the work she once did for Dreykov and swore that she’d never do such a thing to anybody ever again. Alexei would have to hold you down given his strength was enough to keep you from lashing out and ripping the apartment to pieces as your mind detoxed from Dreykov’s injections. Then suddenly, you stopped sleep for days at a time. You’d lye on the double bed staring at the wall with no expression or movement. Almost like you were frozen in time.
“Alexei mentioned you told him about your sister” you watched as Melina slowly sat down in the seat across from you, she smiled softly once more hoping for a peep out of you, but it was clear now that today was one of them days. A day where nothing fazed you, a day where you looked through everything around you, words went through one ear and out the other, objects around you seemed almost invisible. Alexei wouldn’t admit it to Melina, but these were the days that worried him the most, seeing you so distant, lost within your own body, a scream for help that was so loud but yet so silent.
Melina looked back over to Alexei who was watching the two of you from the kitchen, she gave him a worried look before he head guested to talk to her more privately in the living room of the small apartment.
“Maybe we do tell her” Alexei spoke, “it might help” he adds. “Are you sure? With the state she’s currently in?” Melina ponders. “She’s going to have to find out sooner or later” he points out.
Melina played with the idea in her mind, a few moments ago she was all for telling you but given it was one of your bad days, she worried it might push you further backwards.
“The first time she spoke was about Yelena, I think she’s trying to remember her” Alexei’s comment brought Melina’s thoughts to an end. “We’ll tell her” She nodded more so to herself.
Alexei and Melina were able to find an affordable and comfortable apartment to rent while they help you, leaving their main home for when you were truly ready. They took turns in being with you and switching back to make sure Yelena and Natasha weren’t pushed aside.
“I’ll tell her, maybe you should go home and check in on Yelena” Melina suggested earning a nod from Alexei. It was no secret that deep down Yelena was a daddy’s girl. Alexei held on to the thought of his girls while they were in Red Room, he hated himself more and more daily that he allowed them to take the girls from him.
At first, it was just a mission that he and Melina were assigned too, play a marriage couple with two children wasn’t as hard as he thought. The hardest part was when he grew to realise, he found a real love in the two girls and the woman who played wife. Yelena was always so excited to see Alexei walk through the door at dinner time after work, always calling out “Daddy’s home!” before rushing to hug him tightly. Natasha on the other hand, she never truly let herself get used to the feeling of a family, even if it wasn’t exactly what she’d dreamt of. She’d been through Red Room before being assigned to the mission, being with two adults she called Mom and Dad felt more like a holiday in paradise compared to the strict rules of the Red Room. But Natasha never truly let herself get comfortable, she knew there would be a time the mission would come to an end, and she’d have to return to Dreykov’s workshop.
Yelena was too young to understand the new life she lived, at the age of three Dreykov took her and her little sister in, her sister being just shy off her first birthday. She never let that image of her baby sister leave her young mind. Dreykov eventually reunited the two of you when you were four to help Yelena adjust to being back in Red Room after the mission and like Natasha, Yelena quickly became protective of her little sister. Yelena told you all the fun stories she had while with Alexei and Melina and would refer to them as Mommy and Daddy but for you, the only motherly figure you knew was the caregivers that Dreykov had assigned to care for the infants until they were old enough to start their programs.
~ “Do you think Uncle Dreykov will let you stay with me?” your green eyes looked at Yelena.
“I don’t think so” she replied with a shrug. ~
The way you called such an evil man ‘uncle’ hunted Yelena as she got older and understood what was happening in Red Room wasn’t right. Yelena saw you once more after that, it was on a day where Dreykov set up Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter all in one day. She’d been through this a few times with Natasha but to have that with you, just once almost broke her heart.
“Y/n, there’s something we need to talk about” Melina returned to the dining chair across from you. Your eyes looked up at her with no emotion, but you gave her a soft nod to allow her to go ahead.
“Do you remember the name of your sister?” she asked studying your body language as you shook your head. “I called her сестра” you replied to Melina’s surprise. “Would you like to see her again?”
Your eyes widened slightly at the question. Spending a moment to yourself to read Melina’s intentions, was this a sick joke? You wondered but you quickly remembered how highly your sister spoke of Melina and Alexei. You nodded, “I do. Do you know where she is? She spoke of you and Mr. Alexei once” the softest smile tugged on your lips at the memory. Melina lightly chucked at your choice of words for Alexei, “I do know where she is” she confirmed. “She’s at home with Natasha” she adds, “Do you know Natasha?”
You took a moment to think but being so young at the time you couldn’t remember everything that Yelena told you but the name ‘Natasha’ sound familiar. You shrugged, “I’m not sure” you spoke, “Unc…he spoke of a widow name Natasha, that we would be better and stronger than her. Is that Natasha?” you added. Melina nodded, “that’s my Natasha” she smiled softly.
“Why is сестра with her? She is no good, yes?” your brows slightly frowned.
“No sweetheart, Natasha is good. What Dreykov told you about Natasha is lies. I promise you, Natasha is not evil”
A sense of warmth rushed through your body when Melina called you sweetheart, nobody has ever called you that before, it confused you. “Sweetheart? That is not my name” you questioned causing another light chuckled from Melina, “no it’s not but somethings when somebody loves you, they call you sweet names. honey, sweetheart, bug, darling” she explained.
The worded love seemed foreign, what was it to be loved? What did it feel like? These questions you wanted answers too.
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Melina brought your traveling mind back to her.
“I have never had love” you spoke with a broken voice. Melina knew this, the confused crushed her heart once more. “I know but you have love now. I promise, if you let us, Alexei, Natasha, Yelena, and I will shower you with love and safety. You are safe now, Dreykov has no hold over you anymore” she reached over the table for your hand, gently taking a hold of it. She quickly saw how uncomfortable you got at her promise, as expected she thought.
“When can I see сестра?” you asked, moving your hand out from under hers.
“Whenever you feel up to it” Melina replied.
“T-today? Please?” you begged, “I miss her” you add.
“Okay” Melina smiled softly once again, “I’ll go and give Alexei a call”
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“I just want to see her! You and Melina have kept her from me for months!” Yelena argued as Alexei’s phone started to ring. “Melina is telling her about you today” Alexei let the call go to voice mail only to have it call again, “just answer it!” Yelena snapped. “It’s Melina” he looked from his phone to the blonde.
“Is everything okay?” he asked with the phone to his ear. Yelena rolled her eyes and stormed out of her room in frustration. “She’s mad” Alexei spoke as he watched Yelena leave the room.
“I’m going to see her myself!” Yelena called from the front door.
“Wait!” Natasha raced down the stairs, “you can’t just barge in there, Yelena” she places her palm flat on the door before Yelena could turn the handle. “Why not?!” she argued.
“It’s okay Tasha” Alexei stood on the staircase watching the two, “she wants to see you” he looked to Yelena.
You sat by the window that looked onto the street as you impatiently waited for the black four door car to pull up. Melina watched your excitement from the living room with a soft smile. She swore to herself she’d spent the rest of her life doing good, making up for the bad Dreykov made her do. She was so unaware that all the things she was ordered to do were harming such young people.
“Y/n, come sit on the sofa, they’ll be here soon” Melina suggested only to get a shake of your head. For the first time since she found you, you were acting like a normal child. At 15 years old, you’ve been through more than anybody could imagine which only led Melina to wonder about the long road ahead. Dreykov wasn’t dead, the worry of him hunting you downplayed on her mind day in and day out.
“They are here!” you turned to Melina with an excited smile, the first smile she’s ever gotten from you. “сестра” you whispered to yourself as you saw the familiar blonde step out of the back passenger seat, followed by a tall red head and Alexei. Once again, you turned and looked at Melina, “come on, come see her” she smiled to you. You jumped from up onto your feet and waited by the sofa as the sound of keys ruffled in the door. Your palms felt sweaty, your heart racing as the door slowly opened.
Alexei allowed Yelena and Natasha to step foot into the apartment before himself, Yelena first made eye contact with Melina as she walked into the living room. The soft smile still on Melina’s lips as she gave Yelena a confirming nod.
“сестра” you spoke softly again. Yelena’s eyes looked at you, a breath of air came from her lips, “плющ” she whispered, taking a step closer to you. The nickname made your eyes tear up. “Oh плющ” she spoke before pulling you in for a tight hug. “I missed you” she whispered. You quickly wrapped your arms tightly around her before breaking down into tears. “Shh, I’m here. You’re here. We’re here together” Yelena whispered over and over to calm you as she squeezed you tighter.
It had been many years since you were able to hug your older sister, being in her arms you felt protected once again. “I thought” you sobbed, “I thought you forgot about me” you stumbled on your words as you pulled away to look into her eyes. Yelena’s own eyes wet with tears, “Never” she pulled you back into her embrace, “I thought about you every day
маленький плющ” her hand stroked your back.
She called you ivy because of how green your eyes were, similar to hers but slightly darker.
Alexei, Melina, and Natasha stood back to watch the reunion, hoping this would help bring you out of your closed off shell more. You spent what felt like hours just in the arms of your older sister as she strokes your back in comfort. “Are you okay?” she asked when finally releasing you from her embrace, you nodded. “Mrs Melina and Mr Alexei have been very kind to me” you replied to causing Yelena and the others to lightly chuckle.
“Honey, you can just call us Alexei and Melina” Melina spoke. There it was again, a name that wasn’t yours.
“Is that Natasha?” you whispered to Yelena, she nodded. “That is Natasha” she confirmed. You remembered all the evil things Dreykov had said about the woman known as ‘Black Widow’, but she didn’t look as bad as he made out. She stood tall and watched over Yelena with the same protective look Yelena had given the guards the last time you saw her. Yelena watched as you looked over at Natasha, “you can say hi” she spoke, you quickly shook your head. Natasha sent you a light smile to show you she wasn’t a threat, “I know how this must feel for you” she spoke as your eyes dropped to the floor. “I know the things he told you” She adds, taking a step towards you. Melina shook her head at Natasha, “it’s okay” she mouthed to the older woman.
“He told you I was the enemy, didn’t he?” she asked as your eyes ran up her body and nodded. “He told you what I’d done?” she took another step forward. “I heard things” you replied, “that you – “
“I know” she cut you off, not wanting to hear her past doings. “I know he told you the stories and I know words mean nothing to people like us, but I promise, I am none of those things” she adds looking into your deep green eyes. “It’s okay, Natasha isn’t going to hurt you” Yelena whispered as you stared deeply into Natasha’s eyes like you were trained too, never take your eyes off the target. Natasha started back, sending you unspoken mental messages. You took notice of the arrow necklace that sat on her chest as it shined in the rooms lighting, the way her hair was slightly messy but still styled, her lips had a slight pout to them, and she had a scar on her left eyebrow.
“I think that might be enough for today” Melina speaks up worried about the way you stared at Natasha. “What? No, I just got here” Yelena frowned, your eyes still glued on Natasha for a second longer. “You promise?” you spoke, Natasha nodded “I promise” she repeated. With that your eyes travelled to Melina, “please don’t make her leave”
“I’m not leaving you again” Yelena spoke before Melina could, “right, Melina?” her eyes now also on Melina but her eyes were locked on you. “Are you sure? Are you ready for this?” she asked.
For serval months you’d been living in this small apartment with the two adults coming and going. It was Melina’s idea to keep you here while your mind and body detached itself from Red Room. Melina taking notes of the way you did things and how you reacted to the different lifestyle. She was certain there was more to you and the test done on you but without your file from Red Room it was a guessing game, a missing piece to the puzzle.
“Please, I want to be with my сестра” your eyes begged for Melina to trust your state of mind. “Okay, we’ll take you home” she spoke after minutes of silence, a sigh of relief came from Yelena’s lips. “You’re coming home, плющ” she couldn’t help but smile.
Home. Another foreign word to you, the only place you called home was Red Room, but you soon learnt that Red Room was no home but more a prison. “Home” you said more so to yourself.
Readers birthday is around xmas and Wanda makes sure to keep it separate from the xmas celebration to ensure that reader knows how loved she is ❤️🎄
The Best Birthday Ever
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader
Summary: It's your birthday and Wanda makes sure that your birthday is separate from xmas celebrations, letting you know how loved you are.
Fluff, Teeny Tiny Angst
Warnings: None, if I missed any, please let me know | 1.3K
AC: This one is for all you December babies! I hope you all have a wonderful birthday!! x
Holiday Special Masterlist
The air in the cozy little cottage that you and Wanda called home was filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and pine, setting the perfect feel for the holiday season. However, as much as you liked all the fun things that came with Christmas, December was also the month of your birthday, not that it ever truly felt like your birthday.
Since a kid, you grew used to people not making a big deal about your birthday, especially now that it was so close to Christmas. Your parents always did their best to try and make it separate from Christmas, but nothing ever truly felt like it was a special day just for you.
As the days leading up to Christmas went by, you didn’t bother to think about making plans for your day. You took each day like it was any other normal day, expecting there to be Christmas decorations everywhere you looked. Wanda, being Jewish, didn’t make the house explode with traditional decorations this year, no, this year she was set on making sure you knew that your birthday was just as important as a worldwide holiday.
The sun began to rise and bathe the bedroom in its warm light as Wanda slipped out of bed, careful not to wake you as she tipped toed into the kitchen where she put her favorite playlist on ever so softly while she began to turn the spotless kitchen into a baking mess. She’d been planning the perfect little surprise for you for weeks now, her mind crystal clear on what she wanted to do for you.
After putting the cake batter into the oven, she moved into the living room to hang up the decorations she had hidden in storage. Fairy lights around the room, the coffee table set out perfectly with your favorite snacks while she sets the dining table for breakfast. A large ‘Happy Birthday’ banner hung proudly above the doorway of the living room, your presents placed on the dining table for you to rip into after breakfast.
The smell of French toast would be the reason you stirred, your eyes slowly opening to greet the brightness of the sun peeking through the window. Your stomach growled at the thought of breakfast as you slipped out of bed and grabbed your warm, fluffy robe before making your way to investigate the smell that drove you to the kitchen,
“Happy Birthday my love!!!” Wanda beamed with a soft smile.
It took you a few seconds to register what was going on, your eyes noticing the decorations in the dining room along with the set table just waiting for you and Wanda to take a seat.
“You did all this for me?” You looked back at her, trying not to tear up at the kindness of your girlfriend’s surprise.
“Of course,” she said softly, walking up to you, wrapping her arms softly around you.
“You didn’t have to do that Wands” you replied, naturally your arms wrapping around her, embracing her into a tight hug. Wanda smiled softly to herself as she held you, “I wanted too” she said in an almost whisper, “you deserve to be celebrated, not just as part of the holiday but for being the amazing and beautiful person you are” she added.
“Thank you” you whispered, hugging her for a few more precious moments before letting her free. “I made all your favourites for breakfast and don’t be pressure to eat all of it! I may have gone a little overboard” Wanda informed you.
“Everything smells amazing” you complimented, your stomach reminding you once more just how hungry you were as you walked towards the table full of goodness. Wanda pulled a chair out for you, “Wands, this is incredible!” You exclaimed, your eyes full of happiness.
“Just like you” Wanda said, placing a kiss on your cheek as you took your seat.
After breakfast, Wanda placed your presents in front of you, all wrapped in birthday themed wrapping paper. “Baby, I said not to worry about gifts this year” you said, looking up at your girlfriend. “You do know that request is never going to actually happen, right?” She cocked a brow at you, “besides you need one of these for later” she added.
Playfully, you shook your head before your hands landed on the large, soft gift. You opened it with care to see a thick, warm fluff throw blanket in your favorite color. “This is the one I almost brought last week!!” You said, looking at Wanda once more.
“I know, this is why I had to tell you we had too many blankets already!” She chuckled, “I brought it for you weeks ago!”
“Thank you darling!! I love it!” You beamed before reaching for the slightly smaller gift. It was heavy and felt hard. Excitement took over you as you ripped into the gift to find a photo album with a photo of you and Wanda on the cover. Your eyes softened as you carefully looked through the album full of photos and memories of your relationship over the years.
“I want you to always remind just how much you mean to me, baby” Wanda said, taking a seat next to you as you took in every little detail that was inside the album, your eyes beginning to fill with tears. “I love everything, every little thing about you, about us…and I don’t want you to forget that” she added. You turned to her, “I could never forget” you said with a soft smile before crashing your lips onto hers, kissing her deeply to show her just how much she meant to you. “You’re not supposed to cry on your special day” Wanda said, her cheeks red with love.
“That’s on you!” You replied, chuckling as you wiped your tears and reached for the final gift, a small box. As you opened it, a bracelet sat patiently waiting for you. “That I designed and made personally for you” Wanda said as you admired the customized jewelry.
“What did I do to deserve you?” You asked, looking at her once more, “you’re perfect, thank you for all of this” you added with a soft smile.
“I’d do anything for you darling, anything” she assured you, looking deeply into your eyes before you carefully put the bracelet on. “Now, today isn’t over” She smiled, “grab your blanket, it’s a movie marathon time” added Wanda.
As the evening approached, Wanda had one last surprise up her sleeve. She ordered your favorite take-out without you knowing and waited for it to be delivered before she led you outside where a small fire pit crackled softly. The pit was surrounded by blankets and pillows all set up for the night.
“I heard tonight you can see the northern lights, so I thought we could watch them together and enjoy some birthday cake”
“Wands, you have outdone yourself!” You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her tightly once again. “Happy Birthday beautiful” the brunette whispered, sinking into your hold.
“This is the best birthday ever!” You replied.
As you and Wanda were comfortable, snuggled up to each other enjoying the sight of the night sky while picking at your birthday cake, not a moment of the day felt like December was for Christmas, the thought of Christmas didn’t even cross your mind. You couldn’t ask for a better way to spend your day than doing some of your favorite things with your favorite person.
“It’s like the world knew today was your special day” Wanda commented, admiring the way the lights gently danced across the horizon. A smile spreading across your face at her words, “I guess it did” you said before gently resting your head on Wanda’s shoulder. The world faded around you as you admired the show above you, the warmth of your girlfriend had no effect on the snowflakes that began to fall. Tonight marked a beautiful new chapter in your life, no more worrying about this time of year being only about the holidays.
wait wait wait Agatha took a silly song she made with her son and then used it to gather power for centuries after his death and then AND THEN her surrogate son comes along and makes the song REAL??? do NOT touch me for the next 24 hours
Wanda had the boys, but they are Vision's kids. Yn is their bestfriend(Wanda and Nat) and played like cupid, you know, they were a couple thanks to her.
So well, I was thinking something about being reincarnated, i don't truly believe in it but in a history i like that type of things.
Wanda was pregnant again, with a baby girl, and in the time Wanda was suppose to gave birth, Yn was in a mission but it went wrong, she got shot and even if they try to "fix" everything, they couldn't and she died.
In the moment, the doctors were trying to do their things, Wanda has the labor contractions and finally gave birth.
So the thing is, the "soul" of Yn went to the baby, or something like that.(I don't know how to say those things, i try my best to write in english hahaha)
And Wanda and Nat found about it and named the baby after Yn.
While the little Yn was growing up, they saw how many things she did in the same way as Yn, and of course they talked about her with the little one.
And basically, you can change everything you want and need to write the story, if you want to write it, of course. Thank you. Have a good day, or night.
Watching Over You
Pairing: WandaNat x Fem! Avenger! Reader (Platonic), Mentions of Wanda x Vision.
Summary: Somethings in this world are unexplainable but what if that one thing helped bring two people together to start a new life
Angst, Comfort
Warnings: Character Death, Mentions of guns, and Child Birth | 1.5K
Translations: Detka (baby),
AC: I love this idea, it’s something different! I hope you enjoy this, I do apologise if this isn’t as exciting as you hoped. Thank you for sending it! x
The blue sky started to look dim, your body turning cold as Clint and Steve rushed you to the quinjet. Steve carrying you bridal style while Clint cleared the path, the soldier laid you down on one of the uncomfortable beds and strapped you down tightly. “It’ll be okay! We’ll get you home” you heard Steve’s faint voice before things went black. Clint wasting no time starting up the jet to rush you home to medical.
Meanwhile, your best friends were preparing for the next chapter in their lives. You could say you were cupid in Wanda and Natasha’s love story. After Wanda and Vision got divorced, Wanda struggled to get out of the loveless slump she was in. You did everything you could think of to help her get over Vision, but it was hard when her two eldest children were fathered by him. But with some time and patience, Wanda opened herself up to dating again. Did she expect her next marriage to be with a woman? No, but she was so thankful that you helped her see just how much Natasha loved and cared for the mother of two.
It wasn’t exactly easy for Nat either. Her feelings for Wanda started well before the brunette got divorced and watching Wanda have a little family with somebody else pushed Natasha’s hopes for a family of her own further and further to the back of her mind. But now? Now Natasha and Wanda were hours away from welcoming their first child together.
Without you and setting up a cheeky few blind dates and listening for hours on end to your friends feelings for one another, you weren’t sure what the two would be doing now. But it’s been 2 years since they got married and a lot of happy tears on the way.
“Something isn’t right!” Wanda said in a panic, “Nat, something isn’t right, I can feel it!” She added, rubbing her hand over her swollen stomach. Wanda’s water broke a couple of hours ago, but she wasn’t dilated enough to be taken to the delivery room. Natasha comforted her wife by taking her hand, “have some ice chips detka, everything is okay, I promise” she replied before offering Wanda a cup of ice chips. Wanda saw that Natasha didn’t quite understand her wife’s worries, she slowly shook her head, “it’s not the baby, something just doesn’t feel right” Wanda said, her eyes building with tears.
“Do you want me to get a nurse?” Natasha asked. Wanda shook her head, “please don’t leave me” Wanda replied, looking up at Natasha. Although Wanda’s current state of mind was confusing Nat a little, she sat down beside Wanda’s bed and quickly changed the topic to keep her wife distracted.
“So, do you think is going to get jealous first? Tommy or Billy?” She joked, causing Wanda to playful slap her hand away from her.
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What seemed like forever had passed, Wanda was only seconds away from giving birth. Natasha by her side holding her hand has her wife almost broke her knuckles in pain and while the delivery room was full of excitement and happiness, another room was full of the exact opposite.
Tony, Steve, Clint, Maria, Thor, Bucky and Pepper sat around the large table in one of the many conference rooms. Nothing but silence was shared, tissues in the center of the table that mainly Maria and Pepper reached for, the guys looking at one another, all wondering how to process the news.
“We have to tell them” Steve broke the silence.
“Last update I had was Wanda was taken into the delivery room. Nat said she’d keep me posted but I don’t think we tell them yet” Clint replied.
“We can’t not tell them; they’re going to know. Especially Wanda” Maria chipped in, whipping her tears on a tissue.
“How about we just deal with it when need too, right now, we should probably go to the hospital and be there for them” Pepper suggested, “nothing we do is going to change anything” she added. Tony nodded in agreement, “if anything, we tell Nat first. We shouldn’t tell Wanda right now” he inserted.
The small team came to an agreement, it wasn’t easy, and they wished things were different, that they would have better news but the best thing they could all do right now was to be there for each other.
Steve knocked softly on Wanda’s door in the hospital before slowly opening it, everybody had a soft smile on their faces and even through the news they had to keep to themselves for now, the excitement of meeting a new little family member helped make things feel a little better.
“Hey guys!” Wanda smiled softly at her extended family. Natasha was gently rocking their new-born daughter in her arms as the others entered the room. Clint stepped close to Natasha, looking down at his friend’s little baby. “She’s beautiful” he whispered softly.
“Do you want to hold her?” Nat offered with a sense of proudness in her voice, Clint nodded, “I’d love too” he added.
“Hey, where’s Y/n?” Wanda asked, looking at everybody. Thor’s eyes dropped immediately to his feet which only made Wanda tilt her head slightly to the side, “Nat, uh, there’s something I need to run by you, do you mind if we step outside for a moment?” Steve quickly said before Wanda could question anything. Wanda watched as Steve and Natasha left the room, the others quickly turning the attention back to the baby in Clint’s arms.
“Does she have a name yet?” Maria asked.
“We have a couple of ideas, but nothing seems to feel right at the moment” Wanda said, smiling tiredly at her.
“Steve, what is it?” Natasha asked, a sparkle in her eye that Steve hated to break. “We thought it would be best to tell you first” he started.
“Tell me what?” Natasha frowned slightly, trying to read Steve for an answer.
“Y/n is gone. There was a situation on the mission, and she was shot, she never made it off the table Nat”
Natasha was in disbelief as she cocked a brow at her friend, “you know this is a really shitty time to play a joke like that. She’s never miss this”
Steve stood in silence, allowing the news to sink in until it did, and Natasha’s eyes filled with tears. “When did Helen call time of death?” Natasha asked. “6:42pm” Steve answered, unaware that the little fact would cause Nat to break completely. He caught her in his arms, comforting her until she was able to gather herself once more. “I t-think you guys should go” she looked up at him, “I need to tell Wanda”
“I understand” Steve replied before the two of them entered the room once again. “Alright guys, I know it’s exciting, but I think we should let Wanda get some rest and our little darling will need a feed soon” Natasha announced, any excuse to kindly ask them to leave. They understood the moment they looked at Steve, they all gave Wanda a hug before the room was just the three of them.
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It took a few long days for Wanda to process the news, every time she looked at her new baby, all she felt was happiness but in the short moments she was able to look into her daughter’s eyes, all she saw was you and that was the thing that troubled her a little. Not everybody believed in reincarnation, Wanda wasn’t sure she believed in it much herself but when it came to finalizing the birth certificate, it was time to give the new-born a name.
“That can’t be right” Wanda frowned, the blue ballpoint pen hovering over the birth certificate.
“What’s not right detka?” Natasha asked, placing her hand on Wanda’s knee under the dining room table. “Pumpkin’s time of birth, it has to be a mistake” she replied. Pumpkin being the nickname they gave their daughter until they were able to settle on a final name.
“I was hoping that you wouldn’t notice that” Nat replied, watching as Wanda’s eyes filled with tears. She dropped the pen from her hold and ran her fingers through her hair, “our best friend died the exact same time our daughter was born” she looked to Nat, “call me crazy but this can’t be a coincidence. Every time I look into Pumpkin’s eyes, all I see is Y/n. Even her cheeky little smile makes me feel like Y/n is here” Wanda went on.
Natasha didn’t think her wife was crazy, not for a second. “Me too” the red head admitted, bringing her hand to cup Wanda’s cheek, wiping her tears. “I know we’re stuck on a name but I can’t help but want to name her after Y/n” she added. Wanda smiled softly through her tears, “I wanted to suggest that. I would love to name her after Y/n, I think it’s a great idea”
As time went on, little Y/n grew up knowing more and more about the Avenger she was named after, she leant about how you helped her mother’s get together, she learnt all about your favorite hobbies, likes and dislikes. There was plenty of little things that mini-Romanoff did that made everybody around her think of you, from her cheeky smile to her stubbornness and even her mischief behavior when playing with her brothers, she might be half Wanda and half Natasha but she was in many ways, a part of you.
Summary: During a visit to the New York Public Library, Yelena experiences an unexpected encounter that leaves a lasting impression.
Pairings: Yelena x Female!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: None?
A/N: Thanks to @yelenasdiary for helping me with a couple of the details.
Yelena adjusted the collar on her faux fur coat as she walked alongside Steve down Fifth Avenue in midtown Manhattan. Energy filled the bustling city, and the trees were beginning to showcase the beautiful colors of autumn, painting the streets with their vibrant hues.
"Remind me again why I'm here, Rogers?" Yelena asked, her steps slightly lagging behind the super soldier.
"You dozed off during the briefing. It was this or a meeting with Fury," Steve replied, finally coming to a halt.
Yelena tilted her head and raised one eyebrow, a faint smirk on her lips. "I'm not exactly an Avenger," she remarked, her Russian accent giving each word a sharp edge. "What's Fury going to do? Give me a demerit?"
Steve rolled his eyes. "Come on," he said, gesturing towards the facade of the New York Public Library. “Notice the Marble Lions atop the two pedestals? They're called Patience and Fortitude," Steve pointed out as they made their way up the steps.
The widow paused and ran her hand over the smooth marble sculpture. "Let me take a wild guess," she said, "You were here on the day the library first opened?"
Steve chuckled. "Oh, come on. I'm not that old."
Yelena shot him a pointed look, prompting him to continue.
"I was here during the Great Depression when Mayor La Guardia gave them the names 'Patience' and 'Fortitude' to symbolize the qualities he believed New Yorkers needed to persevere through those tough times," he admitted.
"Mhmm," the blonde responded as she playfully tapped Steve's cheek. "That's what I thought.”
Stepping through the library's entrance into Astor Hall, Yelena couldn't help but be awed by its magnificence. The meticulously crafted white marble columns and majestic staircases evoked a luxury reminiscent of a bygone era. The pair ascended the stairs and walked through the McGraw Rotunda into the Rose Reading Room. Exquisite arches adorned the space, while the sprawling half-moon windows bathed the room in gentle, natural light. A stunning mural depicting the endless expanse of the morning sky floated across the ceiling. Steve began leisurely perusing the shelves, taking in the titles and carefully searching for his next read.
What are you looking for?" Yelena asked.
"Hmm," he pondered, pulling his brown leather notebook from his coat pocket. "Bruce mentioned To Kill a Mockingbird, and Clint suggested 1984."
Yelena reached for the notebook. "Are you seriously planning to read all these books?
“Absolutely," declared Steve as he snatched the notebook back. "I want to know what I missed under the ice. Besides, haven't you ever heard of broadening your horizons?”
“Back again, Steve?” A warm voice behind the pair suddenly said.
“Hey, Y/N,” Steve said, embracing you with a hug, “Yeah, I've been on a roll lately.”
"I see you've brought a companion with you this time," you remarked, locking eyes with the blonde.
"Yes, this is Yelena, Natasha’s sister. Yelena, this is Y/N. She's the Chief Librarian."
"Nice to meet you," you greeted, offering your hand to Yelena.
"Pleasure's all mine," Yelena responded, grasping your hand. Your soft and delicate touch contrasted her scarred and calloused hands from a lifetime of combat.
"Do you need help finding something?" you inquired.
"Not at the moment, just looking around," Steve replied.
"I'm only here because America's ass is, in fact, an ass," Yelena exclaimed. "Ow!" she yelped as Steve nudged her in the side.
You smirked and suppressed a chuckle. Just then, you noticed a queue forming at the circulation desk – familiar faces from NYU returning to continue their dissertation research in the archival collections.
“Okay, you know where to find me if you need anything, Steve. And Yelena, it was lovely to meet you,” you said as you smiled and walked away.
Yelena's gaze lingered on you as you returned to the cluster of students. Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, seemed to track your every move as you rejoined the group.
Hey," Steve said, snapping his fingers in front of the widow's face. "No cursing in front of the Chief Librarian."
“Oh, please,” Yelena retorted. “You would be mad if I cursed before a teddy bear."
"I'm going to take a look around," he began, glancing at the shelves of books. "How about we rendezvous here in an hour?"
"Eye-Eye Captain Swear Jar," Yelena replied, giving the Super Soldier a mock salute.
"I understand now why Nat never wants to take you anywhere,” Steve deadpanned.
*^~^*
While Cap continued to browse the shelves, Yelena decided to explore the rest of the library. True, the blonde was no bookworm, but the building was too beautiful not to admire.
The rhythmic click of her shoes reverberated through the hallways, accentuating the pristine white Vermont marble floor. The grandeur of the architecture brought back recollections of the imposing Houses of Parliament and political palaces she had once covertly infiltrated during her time in the Red Room. It had taken a while, but she was gradually becoming accustomed to the freedom she now enjoyed. Moving through the building based on her own merits, she no longer had to skulk around every corner with a gun in hand and a knife strapped to her thigh. Soon, the joyful sounds of children's laughter filled the air and reached her ears.
As she followed the sound, the blonde turned around a corner and poked her head through the double doors into the Children’s Room. It was full of small white bookshelves and desks. A colorful animal mural decorated the walls, adding a cheerful touch to the room. Suddenly, Yelena caught sight of you once again. You were kneeling before two young children—a boy and a girl—pointing to five old stuffed animals in a glass case.
"This is the real Winnie the Pooh?" The little boy asked with wide eyes.
"It is!" you replied with a smile. "Christopher Robin's Daddy gave him Winnie the Pooh for his 1st birthday."
"Cool," the boy said softly, clearly in awe.
"And look, that's Eeyore, Piglet, Kanga, and Tigger," the little girl chimed in, finger-tapping the display case.
"That’s right! You must love Winnie the Pooh," you said, impressed.
"He's our favorite Disney character! I like it when he gets the Honey Pot stuck on his head," she giggled.
"Well, then I have a special book for you two," you said, bringing your hands out from behind your back to reveal a small tome.
"The House at Pooh Corner," the little boy said slowly, sounding out the words.
"Thank you so much!" The little girl exclaimed.
"You're so welcome," you declared.
You watched the children race back to their parents, joyfully clutching the book. As you steadied yourself to stand up, a ring-clad hand suddenly appeared.
Without hesitation, you clasped Yelena's hand and pulled yourself upright. "Thank you," you said gratefully.
"Your words to those children were sweet," Yelena remarked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"First grade is when kids take an interest in reading. I try to make it as fun and engaging as possible for them," you shared.
“Looks like it’s working," Yelena remarked, gazing around the Children's Room.
"Is this your first time visiting the Library?" you asked. "Steve's a regular, but I haven't seen you here before."
"Yeah, unfortunately, I don't get much time to read," Yelena replied, nervously playing with her rings.
"Understandable," you nodded. "I guess being an Avenger keeps you pretty busy."
"Oh, I'm no Avenger," Yelena dismissed. "I'm more of a... Freelancer. I show up when I'm needed.”
"Well, I'm happy you showed up today," you said with a smile.
Wow, your eyes were stunning. They sparkled with the most mesmerizing Y/E/C color, and Yelena couldn't help but be captivated by them.
"Um, excuse me?" a tiny voice suddenly piped up, interrupting her thoughts as Yelena felt a gentle tug on her coat, diverting her attention away from you.
Looking down, she saw a young girl with curious eyes staring back at her. Her golden curls reminded her of her own at that age. The little girl spoke softly, almost mumbling, and stared down at her scuffed shoes, making it difficult for Yelena to catch what she was saying.
"What was that, sweetheart?" Yelena asked gently, crouching down to the little one's eye level.
"I said, are you an Avenger?" the little girl repeated, a hint of shyness in her tone. "You have the same shape on your belt buckle as The Black Widow," she pointed to the unmistakable red hourglass on Yelena's belt.
Yelena's gaze lingered on the intricately crafted belt buckle before she looked back up at the little girl standing before her. She had forgotten she was wearing it. Her fingers instinctively traced the contours of the hourglass symbol. It was a piece she had up-cycled into an accessory, a subtle nod to her journey and a means of reclaiming her narrative.
Yelena paused, struggling to find the right words. "Sort of," she finally managed.
The little girl leaned in, her eyes wide with curiosity. "How many bad guys have you fought?" she asked eagerly.
You quickly interjected, "Oh..."
But Yelena gently placed a hand on your arm. "No, it's okay," she reassured you before returning to the little girl. "I've fought many bad guys," she whispered with a small smile.
Her eyes sparkled. "I want to be just like you when I grow up."
“Oh, my,” Yelena said, taken aback. “Well, if you treat people with kindness and always try to lend a helping hand, then you can be whatever you want.”
The little girl stood there, awestruck, and whispered, “Wow.”
Yelena continued to converse with her until her mother called her from across the room. Yelena stood and looked at you, a grin plastered across your face.
"Now, who's the sweet one?" You remarked.
"Let's just say that when I was her age, I wasn't spending much time in the library," Yelena conveyed as she rose, wearing a solemn expression.
Your brows furrowed as you contemplated her words. ”Everyone's journey is different. What's important is that you’re here now.”
Yelena nodded thoughtfully. "I do whatever I can to help girls reclaim their freedom," she explained, carefully selecting her words to convey the essence of her work in liberating widows, "In more ways than one."
Impressed by her dedication, you responded, "That is amazing, Yelena."
“Sometimes I feel like it’s not enough,” she confessed. “There are always more children who don’t have anyone to protect them, just like me when I was small."
"I understand,” you said, looking around the room. “Not everyone understands that the library represents their freedom. For so many, it is their only safe space,” you sighed. “I wish we could help everyone, but that isn't always possible.”
In a fleeting moment, the world around you seemed to fade away. Soon, the realization of the time broke the trance. "I need to head back to my office for a meeting. Care to walk with me?"
"Sure," she said, running a hand through her short, freshly cut blonde hair.
As you both strolled through the magnificent building, you eagerly shared captivating details about the library’s 113-year history, collections, artwork, and the exquisite spaces often rented out for weddings and galas. You spoke animatedly, and your enthusiasm for the place was evident in every word. Yelena followed you back into the Rose Reading Room, where you had filled her mind with enough information to dominate a New York Public Library-themed game of Trivial Pursuit.
"Yelena, there you are," Steve called out, holding a small stack of books. "I'm all set. Are you ready to head home?"
The thought of leaving was the last thing Yelena wanted to do as she wrestled with the uncertainty of when she would have the chance to see you again.
“Sure,” Yelena reluctantly replied.
As you bid farewell to both, you warmly hugged the super soldier, saying, "Happy reading, Steve." Turning to the blonde, you smiled and added, "Yelena, don't be a stranger.”
"I’ll do my best," she promised.
Yelena sighed quietly as you left, but Steve couldn't help but chuckle at the scene.
"What's so funny, stars and stripes?" Yelena asked.
Steve raised his hands in defense. "Nothing at all. I swear."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," she said as she walked out the door.
*^~^*
No, Tony. Absolutely not," Pepper said firmly as she walked into the lounge. Tony followed closely behind. The clinking of dishes was in the background as the team enjoyed their dinner.
"Come on," Tony cajoled. "You know there's no better setting for a gala than the compound."
Pepper folded her arms. "Except this isn't one of your 'The Sun Rose Today' parties where you all get drunk and try to lift Thor’s hammer. This gala marks Stark Industries' donation to New York City Public Schools, and I'm not sure the Chancellor of Education needs to see you doing the Macarena in one of your suits.”
"Ok, fine," Tony reluctantly conceded, "But let it be known that the Macarena is a time-honored classic."
Pepper rolled her eyes at Tony's comment before addressing the rest of the team. "Any ideas?"
"The Rainbow Room?" Sam exclaimed.
"Too formal," Pepper replied with a smirk.
"The Algonquin?" Bucky suggested with a shrug.
"Too old," Nat said, shaking her head.
"The Highline?" Kate suggested with a hopeful look.
"Too precarious," Wanda interjected with a concerned tone.
“The New York Public Library,” Yelena said from her seat at the end of the table.
Every gaze suddenly fixated on the blonde, as if she had been invisible until that moment.
“The Library is beautiful. They often rent it out for galas or weddings. I'm sure they'd love to host a Stark Industries event that benefits kids,” she said, glancing over at Tony, “Even if it meant he had to show up.”
"She's right," Steve nodded in agreement. "We were there today, it would be perfect."
"I’ll make some calls. Thank you, Yelena," Pepper said with a smile.
"Don't mention it," the widow remarked.
Yelena picked up her plate and headed towards the sink, with Steve following suit.
As they rinsed their plates, Yelena noticed Steve's smile and asked, "What now?"
"Nothing," he replied with a grin.
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Despite her best intentions, Yelena felt overwhelming guilt as two months passed without her fulfilling her promise not to be a stranger. A continuous string of high-stakes missions and an unexpected journey to London with Nat to free a widow had left her with no opportunity to visit the Library. Nonetheless, her thoughts frequently drifted to you while in the field, a sentiment she would never be comfortable admitting. This inner conflict contradicted her rigorous training – maintaining constant vigilance, staying focused, and never letting her guard down. Yet, her sister was quick to notice the change in her demeanor.
Therefore, Natasha was inevitably concerned when Yelena failed to arrive at their designated extraction point on time. She was about to call Maria to ping her tracker when the blonde rounded the corner, a Harrod’s garment bag thrown over her shoulder.
“Where have you been?” Natasha asked, irritation present in her tone. “We said 0200.”
"I'm here now. Relax, sestra," Yelena replied as she swaggered onto the Quinjet.
"What's in the bag?" Natasha inquired, springing up the ramp after her.
"I had to do some shopping," Yelena responded casually, trying to brush off the question.
"What's in the bag?" her sister persisted, reaching for it.
"Nothing that concerns you," Yelena retorted, stepping back out of reach.
Nat gazed at her with a skeptical expression, a single eyebrow arched in challenge as she uttered, "You think I can’t take that bag from you?"
Yelena locked eyes with Natasha, weighing the option of a physical altercation before letting out an exasperated sigh and handing it over.
“Ah, what have we here?" the redhead mused as she deftly extracted an elegant white dress from the bag, her whistle expressing her admiration. "I take it this isn't for some formal undercover operation?"
Yelena confessed, "It's for Sunday's Stark Industries Gala at the Library. I want to look nice, okay?”
"Ah, I see," Nat murmured, a knowing look in her eyes as she delicately placed the dress back into its garment bag. "This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain Chief Librarian, would it?"
Yelena feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you're suggesting."
Nat raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on her lips. "Whatever you say, Lena." She deftly punched in a sequence of buttons to power up the Quinjet. "But here's some news for you – Cap mentioned that she's confirmed for Sunday's event."
Yelena nodded, a flicker of excitement dancing in her eyes. "Good to know," she replied calmly, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
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Yelena hurried across the crowded New York City sidewalk, her eyes fixed on the ornate doors of the New York City Public Library. As the clock struck 7 PM, she reached out and pushed open the heavy oak doors, stepping into the serene interior. This was one occasion for which she was determined to arrive on time.
The Parahélios Monstand white dress clung to her curves in all the right places, its V-neckline and flowing design accentuating her figure. The thigh slit hinted at the floral tiered skirt peeking out from underneath. Her entire outfit was highlighted by a stunning Valentino Clutch and graceful Fiorellini Gold Glass Heels, giving her a welcomed boost in height.
Adjusting the backs of her Starry Woven red and black earrings, she spotted the team mingling with the New York City Public School Board, but no sign of you.
Yelena heard a familiar voice behind her. "She'll be here soon.”
The widow turned, only to be met by Steve standing with his hands folded behind his back. His impeccably tailored tuxedo garnished with a white pocket square.
"You know, I can't remember the last time I turned around, and you weren't there," the blonde groaned.
Steve chuckled. "You should be thanking me. Who do you think suggested to Pepper that Y/N attend this soiree?"
"Yeah? Well, let’s wait and see how the night goes before we declare you Cupid," Yelena quipped.
The evening began with a cocktail hour. Guests were treated to champagne and hors d'oeuvres. Then, everyone journeyed into the Rose Reading Room, setting the stage for the night’s festivities.
The Renaissance-style oak tables were now adorned with rich green tablecloths, each impeccably set with votive candles and white anemones. Overhead, twinkling lights recreated a breathtaking starry night on the ceiling, casting a mesmerizing green glow throughout the room.
The blonde reached the head table, where the rest of the team was already gathered, and found her designated seat. As she perused the evening's menu, you suddenly appeared.
"Yelena!" you exclaimed. "It's so good to see you. And look, we're seated across from each other. What are the odds?"
Yelena glanced down to the end of the table where Cap was sitting, and he responded with a smooth thumbs-up, causing her to roll her eyes.
You looked beautiful in an elegant Navy floor-length short-sleeved evening dress. The textured floral rosettes and scintillating sequin accents immediately caught the blonde’s attention.
“Yes, it is truly a coincidence,” Yelena said as she sat down. “It's good to see you, too. I’m so sorry I haven't been able to revisit the library. Working with this group of misfits…”
“Oh, please,” you replied, waving her off. There is no need to apologize. I’m just happy that you’re here tonight.”
“I am, too,” Yelena said, silently thanking the evening lighting for concealing the growing blush on her cheeks.
Dinner was a delightful early fall vegetable salad and succulent braised short ribs. The gala's aura provided the perfect backdrop for a captivating conversation between you and Yelena. As you both immersed yourselves in the discussion, the blonde remained oblivious to the subtle glances exchanged by the rest of the team. Meanwhile, Natasha discreetly snapped a photo to share with Melina and Alexi.
As the speeches wrapped up, Tony and Pepper took the stage, presenting a check to the Chancellor of Education. Soon after, you and Yelena mingled with other guests in Astor Hall, where delectable desserts and lively music awaited.
Amidst the festivities, you spotted the New York Public Library President motioning for you to join him. Yelena's expression fell as she realized you would be pulled into work-related conversations and networking.
"I'll catch up with you later, Yelena—duty calls for me this time," you said with a playful smirk.
"No problem, see you later," Yelena replied with a casual wave.
"She's cool," Kate Bishop whispered. "Think you'll ask her out?"
"Think you'll notice that you're wearing two different earrings, Kate Bishop?" Yelena deadpanned.
"Dammit," Kate muttered under her breath.
Yelena laughed and strolled off, leaving Kate flustered.
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Yelena wasn't usually one to hit the dance floor, but the elegant vibe, refreshing drinks, and company made her let loose. After begrudgingly joining Kate Bishop in the Bunny Hop, she finally sank into a chair, letting her blonde hair fall loose and kicking off her heels to give her feet a much-needed break.
Looks like you had quite a night," you teased.
Yelena shrugged. "You'd be surprised. This is nothing compared to a typical Stark Gala."
"Is that so?" you asked, arching an eyebrow. "I'll have to get the inside scoop from Steve."
"Mrs. Stark mentioned that you were the one who suggested holding the gala here. Thank you for thinking of us. It makes a difference for us to have all of you here."
"The library is incredible. It was the least I could do," Yelena replied with a gentle smile.
A warm feeling tugged at your heartstrings and reflected in your eyes. After a long, contemplative pause, you gazed deeply into her eyes, and finally, with a sense of urgency, you uttered, “Come with me.”
Yelena's expression turned perplexed as she slipped back on her heels and followed you out of Astor Hall. The distant sounds of the party grew quiet as you ascended the stairs to the third floor and made your way down the hall of supervised reading rooms. Finally, you stopped in front of Room 319—The Pforzheimer Collection.
Yelena whispered, "Are we even allowed to be up here right now?"
"I am," you said with a sly smile. There's something I want to show you," you said as you pushed open the intricate mahogany door.
"This room is a sanctuary for English romanticism," you explained, delicately retrieving a first edition from the shelf. “I want to read you something from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.”
Placing the book on a pedestal, you began to turn its pages with reverence, searching for a particular passage. As you did this, Yelena observed you closely, captivated by your presence. Your enchanting Y/E/C eyes scanned the words on the page, just as they had done countless times before.
Your eyes lit up as you found the passage you were looking for and read aloud: "I am no bird, and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will."
After carefully absorbing every word, Yelena finally found her voice and spoke sincerely, "That was beautiful."
You nodded. “It’s the moment Jane finally realizes years of being treated like a thing, an object without feeling. Here and now, she declares her independence and fierceness of character.”
"Ah, that sounds familiar," Yelena remarked with a wistful smile, her gaze shifting downwards to the intricately patterned floor beneath her feet.
“It reminds me of you, Yelena," you explained, gently closing the book. Writers have poured their hearts out for centuries, trying to capture the essence of courage. But you? You embody courage in every step you take. You fought for your freedom, and now you do the same for others. That is beautiful.”
With her eyes locked on yours, Yelena leaned in gradually. Before you knew it, your lips met gently, like a delicate touch of a bird's wings gliding through the air. Your hands went to her hips as the blonde's arms wrapped around your shoulders. The kiss was unhurried, intense, and filled with intention.
You paused to catch your breath as you pulled away. "I think we should head back to the gala," you giggled—a warm flush creeping over your cheeks.
“In a minute,” Yelena smirked, caressing your cheek as your lips met again.
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Three months later
Follow me this way," Yelena called, her voice carrying through the soft, falling snow as she led three young girls up the New York Public Library steps—a path she had taken with many newly freed widows over the last three months. Behind them, the iconic statues of Patience and Fortitude stood guard, adorned with festive holiday wreaths.
With practiced ease, Yelena guided the girls through the door. Just as she had on her first visit with Steve, they gazed in awe at the grandeur of the white marble columns and staircases of Astor Hall.
You greet Yelena with a gentle kiss as they enter the Rose Reading Room. After introductions, you do your best to make your guests feel comfortable.
"We'll be happy to show you around whenever you're ready," you assured the girls.
“Why are we here?" One of them asked curiously.
“You’re free to make your own choices now,” Yelena reminded them proudly. “And the library represents your freedom.“
Come on," you said warmly as you gently took Yelena's hand in yours. "We'll show you.”
I want to give the worlds BIGGEST thank you & an even bigger hug to my wonderful, talented, hard working & out of this world amazing friend @tonbelova25 !
This morning the post man knocked on my door with a parcel, a very, very cheeky parcel! & although my birthday is on Monday, I was naughty & couldn’t wait to open it (forgive me!!!)
Inside, I found many amazing goodies! A jar of friendship bracelets because of how big of a swiftie I am 🙈 (each and every braclet was themed with Florence, Yelena & my IG usernames! There was a cute little mug that said tell your pet I said hi, Douglass, Tony & Archie all say hello!! There was snacks! Can’t go wrong with red frogs and mini m&ms! Then there was the Tina from Bobs Burgers Funko! The ADORABLE baby groot fabric! The amazing birthday card, the funny little socks & 2 amazing shirts (one which I will be wearing today)
& then we have this!
Can we please take a moment to appreciate this?! SHE MADE ME A MIDSOMMAR FUNKO!!! This is by far the BEST Dani Funko I’ve ever seen & it was made by Ton 🥹😍 it’s fucking adorable!!
Thank you thank you thank you thank you xmillion!!!
You’re an Angel! & I’m so beyond thankful for you! 💜
Pairing: Lucy Bronze x Mead!Reader & Beth Mead x Sister!Reader
Summary: After your mom passed away, you're struggling a lot. You had moved to Barcalona to be closer to Lucy, but Lionesses camp brings you back to the UK and your sister.
Warnings: reader struggles with depression after losing her mom. Acl's didn't happen.
Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1.7k
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“Are you ready to go, baby?” Lucy says after knocking on your bedroom door softly. Both your suitcases were packed, and Keira was on her way to pick you up. You had all had a call up for the Lionesses, and were heading to the airport to make the trip over from Barcelona. Lucy sat down besides you, and put a hand down on your knee, when she realised that you were so zoned out that you hadn’t heard her. You jump at the sudden touch, “Oh sorry, what did you say?”
Lucy knew that there was a lot of emotion behind going back to England, it was the first time since your mother, June, had passed away. It had been hard for you to be around everything that reminded you of your mom, so when your contract with West Ham came to an end you grasped the opportunity to transfer to Barcelona, where your girlfriend was already playing. You had been struggling with the loss of your mom a lot, though you managed to separate those struggles and football, earning yourself a call-up.
“Keira is here, are you ready to go?” You nod and let her guide you out of the house. She made sure you were settled before her and Keira went to grab your luggage. “How is she doing?” Keira asks when once she’s sure you can’t hear them anymore. “I don’t think she got any sleep last night.” Lucy answers with a sombre look. “I hope she’ll be able to get some rest on the plane.”
On the drive to the airport you were quiet, a stark opposite to the thoughts in your head. It had been a little over six months since you had moved to Spain, and a few months longer since you had lost your mother. Going back to England wasn't what you were most worried about though, it was seeing your sister you were currently most in your head about. The two of you had always been close growing up, falling in love with the same sport, and pursuing a career in it only brought you closer. When things got hard, you had decided to move away, instead of going through it with your sister by your side. Sure, you had texted and called, but you felt bad for leaving her deal with the immense loss on her own.
Lucy brought you out of your haze by gently putting her hand on your thigh, “Come on love, we're here.” Her voice was soft. One of the things you loved about Lucy is that she could read you like a book, she knew what you needed without you having to ask for it. Once you boarded the plane, you realised just how tired you were. Lucy and Keira’s voices faded to the background, as you fell asleep on your girlfriend’s shoulder.
You woke up just before you were landing, and were glad that you had been able to catch up on some much needed sleep. Once you departed the plane, and got your luggage, a car was waiting for you to drive you to St. George’s Park.
When you arrived, both Lucy and Keira got in between you and the camera crew documenting the Lionesses' arrivals. They did it very subtly, pretending like it wasn’t something they planned on the plane to give you a bit of privacy. You put a smile on your face nonetheless, not wanting the world to see your struggles. Once removed from the first camera crew inside, you were met with another who was documenting the Lionesses reuniting after the international break.
You hugged a few of your teammates, before you saw Beth arrive. Your chest tightened, you wanted to run up to her, and hug her, but your feet felt like they were nailed to the ground. Beth looked around the room, and dropped her bag once she saw you. She made her way over to you, without greeting any of your teammates. You watched her move closer, until eventually her arms were around you, and you started sobbing into her arms. Beth was well aware of the cameras around you, and guided you out of the room, with tears in her own eyes as well.
Beth found an empty room, and closed the door behind you. “Come here.” She embraced you once again, not letting go until you did. “You don’t hate me?” You weren’t sure if you meant to ask the question out loud, but Beth shook her head. “Of course not, I would never hate you. Why do you think I would hate you?” You wipe away the tears still staining your cheeks, “Because I left when things got hard.” Your sister takes your hand and moves you over to the couch in the corner. “That’s okay, I understand why you needed to go.” You scan her face for any sign of her not being truthful, but find nothing but understanding. “I know how much I needed Viv by my side. I know it wasn’t the only reason you needed to leave, but you needed Lucy by your side, and I get that.”
You talked with Beth for a bit longer, until you were ready to head back to the rest of the team. Lucy sees you walk in with a smile on your face, it was a small one, but it had been one of the few real ones she had seen in a while now. She walks over and greets Beth with a hug, and puts her arm around you after.
Over the weeks of camp, you felt yourself starting to become more yourself again. You were back playing with your girls, and it was visible as a real smile was found on your face again more often than not. The thing that you had been dreading, was actually helping to pull you out of your depressive state.
Not only did your smile return, but you also started joking around a bit again. The team had always insisted that your humour was genetic, since both you and Beth loved to joke around so much.
“Ready baby?” Lucy said behind you in the tunnel before you were lining up to walk the field of your first match back with the Lionesses. You leaned your back into her, and let her arms wrap around you. “Yes, I think I am. Are you?” Lucy quickly placed a kiss onto your shoulder, “Good, I’m ready too.” You walk out onto the field, and immediately look out into the crowd, you always looked for your family before starting. Lucy didn’t have any game rituals herself, so she always helped to achieve yours. She was the first one to spot them, and pointed them out to you. After looking in the direction she was pointing at, you found your dad sitting with Lucy’s parents. Seeing them sitting together brought a smile to your face, you waved to them quickly before the national anthems started.
You were playing Australia at home, and so far the possession had been pretty much equal. You both had a couple shots on target, but none had found the back of the net so far.
A bad pass from Clare Wheeler to Katrina Gorry, was your chance to intercept the ball when the Australians least expected it. With the ball at your feet you start running toward, passing Australian players left and right. You looked up to see who was making the rum with you and saw Alessia in the middle surrounded by defenders and Beth making the run to the far post. Since most of the defence line had followed Alessia, who started the run first, Beth only had one defender behind her.
You kept your eyes on your sister as you kicked the ball her way, and kept running in case a rebound shot was needed, but Beth volleyed the ball right past the goalkeeper. She runs your way, and jumps into your arms. Tears start filling your eyes, when you spin her around. Once you've put her down, you both turn to the crowd and send a kiss to the sky, dedicating your goal to your mother.
The rest of the team came rushing your way, celebrating the goal with you. During the group hug, you were trying to make your way to Lucy. Finally, when the group started separating again you found your way to her. She placed her hands on your cheeks, and kissed your forehead, before hugging you tight.
The match continued, and you were able to keep your 1-0 lead until the final whistle blew. After celebrating with your teammates, you and Beth get taken aside for an interview. “How are you feeling about the win?” The interviewer asks. “It was a special one.” Beth says, nudging you lightly. “I think overall we had a good performance, but in our next matches we need to work on finishing the opportunities that we are creating.” The interviewer brings the microphone back to himself, “Talking about it being a special one, the link up between you two was amazing, I bet your mother would be proud to see you out on the pitch together again.” Your eyes well with tears again, “Thank you, I think she would be too. She was always one of our biggest supporters, and I don't know about Beth, but I'm definitely playing for her.” Beth nods, and pulls you into her side. “Yeah, mum would be proud.”
Back at the training grounds, you're laying with your head in Lucy's lap in your shared room. “Hey Luce.” She runs her fingers through your hair, “Hi.” You let your eyes meet hers. “Thank you for everything you did for me these past months. I know I might not have shown it, but I appreciate you so much.” Lucy looks at you with nothing but love and adoration, “Of course baby, you don’t have to thank me for that.” You smile up at her, “I love you.” She returns the smile, “I love you too.”
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a part two of one day at a time, where reader and Yelena start painting together and it becomes a thing for just the two of them then one of readers friends come over and reader stops painting with Yelena during thé friends stay and Yelena talks to reader at night about their feelings (readers friend told Yelena she would convince reader to dislike Yelena,you can add smut or fluff if you’d like. Sorry it’s unintelligible)
One Day at A Time || Part II
Pairing: Princess! Yelena Belova x Princess! Reader
Summary: Once a month you have your close friends from other kingdoms come stay with you for a weekend to catch up and have one to many bottles of grape wine.
Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Arranged marriage, Mentions of drinking, | 1.3K
AC: I lowkey missed this little AU! Thank you for sending this, I hope you enjoy it!
It wasn't unusual that you and Yelena would sit in a peaceful silence while the two of you painted images that were floating around in your heads. This had slowly become a daily afternoon activity that you both would do. When the sun began to set, the smell of supper running through the castle, the two of you sat with paint brushes in hand and a look of focus on each other's faces. The only words spoken were when one needed to use a color of paint that they had run out of.
Since the wedding, Yelena was still rather closed off and kept to herself whenever she wasn't spending the afternoon painting. Although, she didn't mention it, she enjoyed the afternoons she spent with you and soon began to make small conversations during supper.
"Will you be okay with my friends coming to stay for two nights?" You asked before taking a mouthful of water to wash down the mouthful of food you had just chewed.
Yelena nodded, "this if your kingdom, you do as you like" she replied. Her comment hurt a little, she had been here for many months now, this was her home too. She still slept in her own room, she still did her own thing during the day, and you never asked her to change what made her feel comfortable. "This is your kingdom just as much as it is mine" you reminded her.
"When do they arrive?" The blonde asked, ignoring your kind reminder.
"Midday tomorrow"
"Then I shall keep out of your way" Yelena replied, grabbing her napkin and patting her mouth of any leftover food leftovers.
"Yelena, you are more than welcome to join us" you offered. She shook her head, "I already know what your friends like of me and I don't want to be around when you're all laughing and making ridiculous jokes like the last time they were here. If you'll excuse me, I'm tired and want to get an early night" she explained before leaving the room. Now it made sense to you why Yelena would change her tune whenever you mentioned your friends.
The last time your friends spent a few nights with you, something seemed a little off with Yelena, she kept her distance and barely spoke a word to you when they left. Afternoon paintings had an awkward silence rather than the silence that spoke for itself.
The morning sun rose, beaming through the walls of the kingdom. Servants prepared breakfast while others helped you prepare for your friends' arrival. Yelena skipped breakfast to your surprise and when you went by her room to speak to her, she was already gone.
"She went out on her horse before the sun rose" one servant told you after seeing the worried look on your face. You put your worries to the side and told yourself that she'd be back by sunset, surely.
Your friends arrived with smiles and big hugs, excited to spend the new two days with you. Dinner was full of chit chatter and laughter, but your mind wondered to Yelena. "Excuse me ladies, I just need to use the bathroom" you excused yourself before leaving the dining room. You hoped to see Yelena in the painting room, lost in her art but the room was dark and cold when you opened the door. You sighed softly to yourself before making your way back to your friends.
"Where is that wife of yours?" Lexi asked, taking a mouthful of her grape wine.
"She hasn't been feeling well and has been getting plenty of rest, I am sure you will see her again at breakfast" you replied with a fake smile.
"Well that is a shame, she would have a lovely time with us" Camilla added before your friends broke into laughter.
"Come on now, there is no need to like that. Now, who brought the next bottle?" You brushed off the rudeness of your friends, although not happy with their comments it was easier to change the topic.
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Crickets chirped outside your window as you lost yourself at the sight of the night sky, your friends in bed asleep, servants tidied up the mess left behind from dinner but still no sight of Yelena until a soft knock on your door startled you.
"Come in" you announced, wrapping your robe around you to keep whoever it was from seeing your nightgown. To your relief, Yelena entered, closing the door quietly behind her.
"Can we please talk?" She asked, "I know it is late bu-"
"Of course" you smiled softly, happy to see she was safe and okay, "take a seat" you added before sitting down on your bed. Yelena sat down doing her best not to keep eye contact with you.
"You weren't there today" she spoke, "in the art room. You weren't there"
"I went there but you weren't there" you replied, "where did you go today?" You asked. Her eyes dropped to her hands in her lap, "your friends don't like me" she said, "so I kept my distance, I waited for sunset like normal but you didn't. I th…I thought maybe changed your mind" she went on.
"Changed my mind?" You questioned with a frown. Yelena looked up at you, "it doesn't matter, forget I said anything" she replied, standing up from your bed.
"Yelena, what did they say to you?"
"It doesn't matter, I shouldn't have come here. They are your friends, and I am just some stranger you had to marry. I am sorry for bothering you, I will keep my distance until they leave" Yelena headed for the door before you quickly got up from your bed and gently grabbed her arm, making her turn around to look at you once more.
"You are not a stranger anymore. This is your home, if they have said or done anything to disrespect that, I want to know. You ar…you are my wife and I care about you" you admitted. Her eyes slightly lit up as you softly cupped her face, stroking her cheek with your thumb. "Please don't shut me out"
Yelena brought a hand to yours, "They said they were going to make sure you would hate me, that I wasn't worth your time" she explained with a pause, "maybe their right…they come here and suddenly you're a different person. You don't paint with me when they're here, we barely talk, sometimes you don't even look at me" she added.
"You have it all wrong" you replied, "I didn't want to make you any more uncomfortable than what you already were. You're gone before breakfast and back after dinner, I know you don't like them and I'm so sorry they have said horrible things to you. If I had of known sooner, I would've done something"
"It's not your job to fight my battles" Yelena said.
"Your battles are mine and mine are yours. Yelena, I know how we met wasn't ideal, I know it wasn't what you wanted, and I know being forced to marry me wasn't in the deck of cards for you, but I am glad you are here. Every day I get to learn something new about you and I don't mean to overstep when I say this but I'm falling in love with you…I worry when you're not here, I worry when you don't talk to me, I worry when you can barely look at me. Tonight, all I wanted was to see you"
The room filled with silence, you worried that you had said all the wrong things to Yelena, but her hands found their way to your hips. She pulled you in closer, her eyes looking deeply into yours as she slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours.
You smiled against her lips, "I wasn't expecting that" you said softly.
"You're my wife, I get to kiss you whenever I want, right?" Yelena replied with a light chuckle. "That is right" you replied with another smile before kissing her once more, this time deeply.
Yelena pulled away, her cheeks flustered from her actions of confidence. "Is it too late to do some painting?" She asked, you shook your head, "it's never too late" you smiled.
I had a random idea for a fic and just wanted the share! Basically Florence meets R at a meet and greet type thing and notices the cuts on her arm and reaches out after the meet and greet? Just an idea 💕 Sending love and if your not comfortable with this request that’s okay!
A Little Change
Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader
Summary: Meeting Florence at a comic con was a dream come true & being so caught up in the moment, you weren’t aware that Florence saw how much you were struggling.
Angst, Comfort
Warnings: Mentions of self-harm & cuts, Depression | 1.4K
AC: Please only read this if you are comfortable! My asks/dms are always open for anybody who needs somebody to talk too, even if you just need to scream! I’m sending everybody love and hugs! I used reference from another message Flo sent to a lucky fan and tweaked it a little! I hope you enjoy x
Nerves filled your body as you waited patiently in line to be the next person to meet one of your idols. You've been counting down to this moment since your local comic con announced the guest line up. 'Florence Pugh'in black bold letters making your heart skip a beat as you make sure to set a timer on your phone for when the tickets went on sale. It was no doubt one of the most stressful 20 minutes of your life when they went on sale, but luck was on your side, and you were able to buy a meet and greet token as well as an autograph token.
"Please place your phone in the basket" the security spoke kindly to you. Professional photos were being taken and mobile phones weren't allowed in the room, you didn't care though. You were meeting Florence Pugh in a matter or seconds. You placed your phone in the small basket and smiled softly at the security guard.
"Don't be nervous" he said, catching you slightly off guard. "She's lovely, you'll love every second of it" he added.
"Thank you" you replied with another soft smile just as the photographer called for the next person, you.
The security guard spread open the curtain for you as your eyes saw the first glimpse of Florence who was wearing a pink tank cropped tee with denim jeans finished with a white and light pink striped shirt. She smiled warmly at you as you nervously walked up to her.
"Hi! What's your name?" she asked in her thick, raspy British accent.
"Hi!" you smiled, "I'm Y/n" you added.
"I'm Florence! It's lovely to meet you, Y/n" she smiled before embracing you in a welcoming hug. She smelt of vanilla hint of floral citrus, no doubt it was probably one of the many Valentino perfumes. The hug lasted longer than you thought, going into these events you knew the interactions would be short and sweet, two minutes at the most.
"I just wanna say how much I love you in Little Women, but I will always love Black Widow!" you said once you were both looking at one another again, Florence's hands on your biceps as she smiled softly.
"Thank you so much, I'm glad you love them" she replied, "I love your necklace, it's beautiful!" she added while eyeing off the gold necklace that had a heart pendant with the first letter of your name on it. "Oh this? it's just an old necklace I've had since forever" you chuckled, "but thank you!" you quickly added so you didn't sound rude.
"Shall we take a picture?" Florence asked, her smile never leaving her lips. Somehow Florence was able to make you forget that you were meeting somebody you looked up to a lot and more like you were just having out with a friend. Your nervous had disappeared and your smile only grew bigger knowing you'd never forget this event.
The two of you turned to face the photographer, "Do you mind if I put my arm around you?" you asked out of respect. Florence nodded, "you're so kind for asking" she said before looking back towards the camera. "Do you mind if we pull a silly face?" you asked. Again, Florence nodded before the two of you pulled a goofy face as the photography's camera flashed it's bright light.
Once the photo was taken, you turned to face Florence once more, accidentally dropping your paper token on the floor. As you reach down to grab it, Florence noticed the red cuts on your wrist. Out of respect she didn't say anything, but she couldn't understand why somebody as sweet as you was hurting so much.
"Thank you so much for coming today, it was an honour to meet you" Florence smiled soft at you once more. "I should be thanking you! Coming all this way, it means a lot and I will remember this for the rest of my life" you replied.
"Oh, stop it! You're too kind!" Florence chuckled before embracing you in one last hug, "have a wonderful rest of your day!" she added.
"I will! I'll see you again at the autograph table!" you smiled as you were being rushed out for the next person.
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Later that night after checking the comic con's website over and over for the uploads of the meet and greet photos, your photo was finally uploaded. Saving it to your phone and making it your new wallpaper, you decided to post it to Instagram.
"yourusername: It was a dream meeting you today! Thank you so much!! @florencepugh"
A smile tugged at your lips as you stared at the image on your phone before falling asleep.
The morning sun warmly kissed your face as it crept into your bedroom through the crack in your curtain, waking you softly with its warmth. You groaned softly before stretching and reaching over to see what the time was. 10:45am in bold stare back at you until your eyes dropped to the notification that made your heart skip a beat.
You read the notification to yourself a million times thinking you were just dreaming before you unlocked your phone and punched in your passcode. Your thumb hovered over the Instagram app for a moment before opening it. Your mind was racing as to why Florence would be messaging you, or how she even found your Instagram. There it was, 1 message notification and over 20 notifications from people liking and commenting on your meet & greet photo with Florence.
The blue tick next to Florence's name only made your heart beat faster knowing it was actually Florence and not just some poser or a fan page with a similar username. You took a moment to calm yourself before opening the message, curious as to why she was reaching out to you, it just felt like a dream.
-Florence Pugh:
Hey lovely! I hope it's okay I reach out like this…it was lovely meeting you yesterday, you're a very sweet and funny person! I hope to meet you again someday soon!
I don't mean to overstep anything, but I noticed something that worried me when we met yesterday, and I just wanted to make sure you're okay and that you're not alone.
I can understand how feeling low and broken can feel. It's so hard pulling yourself out of a pit when you feel like you're sat at the bottom of the pit. I just want to say I'm so sorry you feel this way and that you feel the need to self-harm.
Sometimes I feel the same as you, I feel weak and broken and I don't know how to look up but I have learnt that the moment you sense yourself falling, you HAVE to kick your mind and body into a different gear. Moving your body will automatically release serotonin and will help your mood!
Make a happy playlist, add music from all around the world that makes you happy. Add to it daily, I do this when I am sad.
You're human and sometimes we feel extremely happy and sometimes we feel extremely low. Learn to acknowledge that this happens and be kind to yourself. You're amazing, you deserve happiness, you deserve to love yourself, you deserve good friends, and you deserve to be a good friend. All these skills take years to learn about yourself, so I'm not expecting you to turn it around tomorrow! Just do a little bit a day.
A little change here and there and most importantly, don't think of yourself as a screw up or that you're worthless! The world is at your fingertips!
Can you promise me something? No matter how low and broken and weak you feel, always try and find something that you know will make you get up and move. Whether its doing a stupid dance to a song in your bedroom or walk around a park and see all the colours around you, cook something colourful, fresh and tasty!
You're amazing, never forget that!
All my love,
Florence xx-
Her message brought tears to your eyes, leaving you speechless. You took a mental note on some of the tips that Florence mentioned. You promised not only Florence but yourself to try them when your thoughts got dark again, when you felt low and alone. You wanted the cuts on your arm would fade to scars, you wanted to be happy and overcome the darkness that had a hold over you. You wanted the next time you'd meet Florence you'd be able to tell her how far you've come and just how much you needed her message without even knowing it.
All these things you mentioned in your reply, promising her that next time you both share a hug that you'll hug her a little tighter and thank her for being the inspiration and role model she is too you.
