Yelena My Beloved - Tumblr Posts
Part 3 of characters as things I've said/heard people say
Yelena and Natasha walking with Fanny
Some random Karen: Um excuse me! Dogs need to be on a leash
Yelena: Okay, then where's your leash?
Natasha: *wheeze* Oh my God
ladies and gentlemen,
them.
yelena bullying her long fingers in your tiny pussy. yelena making you lick her fingers clean before thrusting them back in your dripping cunt. yelena gripping your hair as you clumsily suck on her clit, your name passing through her gritted teeth. yelena pulling you up from between her legs and messily making out with you. yelena sitting you on her face, holding your legs open with her big hands so you can’t try squeezing them close as she eats you out. yelena spoiling you so much in bed because she loves making you her pillow princess. yelena making you feel so good that you can’t even kiss her back anymore, reduced to whimpering and moaning and sobbing her name.
Me watching the Black Widow end credits scene:
WAKE UP NERDS NEW THUNDERBOLTS TRAILER JUST DROPPED AND IT LOOKS HELLA GOOD.
WE GOT LONG HAIR BUCKY
WE GOT LOST YELENA LOOKIN FOINE
WE GOT ALEXEI LOOKING FOR SOME FATHER DAUGHTER BONDING TIME
WE GOT JOHN WALKER AFTERMATH
YA GIRL IS EXCITED
The end of us
Summary: What if it was Natasha and Yelena at vormir?
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A/N: Sorry!
Tags: Major character death, Soft Natasha, soft Yelena, both of them need a hug, mentioned Kate Bishop, Grief
W/C: 1, 845
Link to fic on Ao3
“Why don’t you ever call me for normal things? Like to help you move or come over for thanksgiving.” Yelena questions Natasha, half ranting to the red-haired woman and half to herself. Rambling when anxious was a habit Yelena soon picked up once again after being liberated, something she hadn’t exhibited since the age of six.
“We aren’t normal. Plus its October.”
Yelena huffs and Natasha turns her focus back to the controls. The pair have only been reunited for a short time especially compared to the time they were apart.
Yelena had imagined the day she saw her older sister again she would whisk her away and they would live away from everyone else, just the two of them against the world again like Ohio.
Things didn’t go exactly as planned. ‘Life got in the way’ as Natasha liked to put it, but with Yelena still freeing other Widows from subjugation and Natasha having to go deal with ‘Avenger stuff’, life really did get in the way.
But, no matter the circumstances, they were together again and that was all that truly mattered.
“Brace yourself, we’re gonna get some turbulence.”
“But we’re in space???” Yelena replies, the words coming out of her mouth of all people still leaving an odd feeling in her stomach.
“Yep.” Natasha’s attention is once again tuned in to manuvering the ship past obstacles. She definitely wasn’t fully qualified for this, but things were getting desperate and even more personal.
Melina was never really Natasha and Yelena’s mother. But neither could wipe away the warmth of her smile throughout the small patch of joy in their childhoods and felt an obligation- instict even- to do anything to get her back as well as the rest of those taken in the blip.
Plus with Melina now gone Alexei was drunk a lot more frequently if that was even possible, although the assassins wouldn’t mind quite as much if he drank himself to an early grave.
Then there was Kate Bishop, the naive archer Yelena had befriended not long ago. She wasn't so great at the superhero thing yet- or home security despite her job- but she was her favourite person to spend time with, other than Natasha of course.
“So, how’s everything going with you, huh?” Natasha asks. Despite them both agreeing their occupations were both very time consuming she still felt guilty for not spening enough time with her little sister. The only good thing the blip had done was brought them closer.
“There’s always Widows that need freeing, but we’re getting closer." She responds vaguely.
"You sure that's it? No secret double life I should know about?" She jokes, but both of them know what she's actually hinting at.
"Nope." She shifts in her seat and she knows Natasha notices, but doesn't say anything.
Ever since Clint made that stupid joke about her and Kate practically sharing an apartment her sister had been gently encouraging her to admit her feelings. The only problem was she didn't have any. No matter how hard she tried.
A silence fills the air and Yelena decides to replace it with her own voice before they're given too much time to think. "Are you ever not chewing gum by the way?”
“What?”
“Its like you have a never ending supply, when we reunited, on the way to Melina’s farm, even in space.” She lists.
“It keeps me focused.”
“What flavour is it?”
“Its mint.”
“Boring.”
“Do you want some gum, Yelena?”
“Yes.”
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Soon enough the two of them find themselves just off the cliff of Vormir.
“Not much to see, is there?” Yelena peers around the mostly desolate dark purple landscape of the alien planet skeptically.
“Well we aren’t exactly there yet.” Natasha points West and they begin their trek.
“What even is a soul stone?” The blonde questions. Obviously after the battle of New York the existance of other worldy beings was undeniable, but there was still much to be learnt.
“Something we need, and we’re going to get it.”
“Thanks for that, really helped.”
Natsha is used to Yelena’s new found and constant use or sarcasm now and responds accordingly “You’re welcome. Lets just try to hurry this up a little, we’re running out of time.”
Yelena doesn’t have any snarky comment or funny remark to what Natasha says and simply nods, picking up her pace until she’s walking side by side with her sister.
It doesn’t matter if they’re deep underground or deep in space, they’re here to complete a mission and luckily for Yelena she has the person she currently trusts the most by her side.
Natsha holds her hand up prompting Yelena to stop in her tracks.
“What is it?” she whispers, taking out her handgun almost at the exact same moment as Natasha.
“I don’t know.” She whispers back in a hushed tone.
The pair slowly approach the source of the noise with their weapons drawn and are surprised to say the least when they see who is awaiting them.
The red-skinned figure in a black cloak barely acknowledges the fact they’re aiming the guns directly at his forehead before he speaks.
“Welcome, Natsha, daughter of Ivan. Yelena, daughter of Alexei.”
Natsha lowers her gun and Yelena reluctantly does the same.
“That’s what aliens look like?” Yelena murmurs to Natsha, she still sometimes forgets the fact her older sister doesn’t know everything.
Natsha ignores Yelena’s question, mainly because she had no answer. “Who are you?”
“Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the soul stone.”
“Oh, good. Tell us where it is, then we'll be on our way.”
“Ah, lieschen. If only it were that easy”
The ‘guide’ leads them to the edge of the cliff. When Yelena looks over the edge she feels a turn in her stomach which she hopes Natasa does as well, something isn’t right.
“What you seek lies in front of you. As does that which you fear.”
Natsha squints at the base of the cliff. “The stone’s down there?”
“For one of you. For the other, in order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange. A soul for a soul.”
Yelena’s eyes are immediately snap back on Natasha. “A soul for a soul? What does he mean, Tasha?” She can’t help but use her nickname even in the prescence of a stranger.
The look on her sister’s face tells her everything she needs to know.
Natsha had never thought she was going to see her little sister again after they were dragged out of that shipping container.
Yelena was too soft and sensitive, even for a six-year-old. The Red Room surely would have disposed of her but here she was, a grown woman. Calloused and blunt.
Sometimes it hurt Natasha to see how much she had changed, but she knew she had to in order to survive.
Now only one of them was going to leave this cursed planet, and Natsha would be damned if it wasn’t Yelena.
“…one of us has to go.” She says, her voice already saturated with grief.
Natsha has to force her eyes to the rocky ground when she sees the tears already forming in her baby sister’s eyes.
“Surely there has to be another way, he could just be messing with us for all we know!” Yelena’s rising fury became evident in her voice.
“A soul for a soul. We… we swore we would do whatever it takes.”
“No! Stop with this hero bullshit! We are not doing this.”
Natasha takes her sister’s cheeks in both of her hands, making her face her directly. She doesn’t care if she sees her already beginning to cry, she has to look at her one last time.
“I’m so sorry, little sister.”
“No, no don’t start saying that please, we’ll find a way, Tasha, we always do.” Yelena tries to sound confident but it comes out more pleading.
Natasha doesn’t answer her and just pulls her into a hug, trying to ignore the fingers digging into her as if she would disintegrate the moment she let go.
Natsha wishes she had never brought Yelena into all of this.
With a speed Natsha didn’t even think was possible until she witnessed it, Yelena pulls herself away and runs full tilt straight for the edge.
Dammit, Yelena.
“Yelena stop!”
The blonde doesn’t react to Natsha’s calls, only stopping when the two collide.
This wasn’t the first time Yelena had proved she was willing to die for the greater good, the fall of the Red Room being a prime example. It was like any form of self preservation during missions was completely wiped out from her mind, but Natsha wasn’t exactly much better.
Natsha pins her sister’s arms down, sitting on her stomach. Yelena kicks out wildly but her emotions are controlling her and she can’t seem to wrench free.
“Let me go!”
“You know I can’t do that, Lena.”
“You know I can’t do this, I can’t do this without you, Tasha.”
“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
Natsha knows the moment she stands up Yelena will attempt to incapacitate her. Short of kocking her out herself she doesn’t know what can stop her sister from trying to beat her to the edge.
“I can’t loose you again, please.” Natasha has only heard Yelena like this once in her life, the airstrip in Cuba. And It breaks her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We didn’t deserve this.”
“Don’t do it, Tasha.”
Natsha desperately wants to listen to her sister’s pleas but what can she do? If she had been presented this as a hypothetical situation: ‘sacrifice yourself for the lives of billions, but leave behind your loved ones’. She would have said yes in a heartbeat.
But now looking into the watery eyes of Yelena she can’t imagine how that could ever had been her answer.
“You need to let me go, Lena.” Natasha whispers, knowing her instructions must be near impossible.
Yelena breaks down into sobs, unable to speak she simply lets Natsha hold her, rocking her back and forth until she’s reduced to small hiccups.
After Yelena can cry no longer, Natsha begins to speak again.
“Its okay, little sister.”
Natasha aims her Widow’s bite at Yelena and before she has time to react, she’s out cold.
Yelena wakes up again half submerged in dark waters and it takes her only a few seconds to recount everything that happened in the last hour.
“Natsha? Natsha!”
She stands, scanning the scenery desperately until she notices the presence of a small, solid object in her hand.
A stone.
Yelena opens her gloved plam and when she sees the gold glow which is so bright she has to shield her eyes for a moment, she knows.
All she has left of her is a single stone. A stone that holds her smile and love, a stone that she died and left her for.
Her sister Natasha Romanoff is dead, and there was nothing she could have done to stop her.
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“I hate to be right, please, tell me I'm wrong,
Please, tell me I'm wrong,
'Cause it's on again, off again,
Love you like oxygen,
I don't know what to say or do"
-Habits, Genevieve Stokes
I now have the entire Endgame script on my phone :]