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fratboykate · 2 years

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Your tags about Yelena and Kate moving in and the 2 spoons just murdered me. Thanks for that Papi 😩 So when can we expect a cfau type of story for them? 😂

Forks! Where did spoons even come from? Haha. Not me having people begging me in the AO3 comments to finish CFAU and I'm here cranking out 1,500 ficlets no one asked for in an hour.

DISCLAIMER before we even do this: I don't read comics. I don't watch Marvel movies/shows. I don't know anything about these two characters beyond what I've seen in these five episodes of Hawkeye so I don't want to hear any "she wouldn't do or say that". I don't care lol. It's 3:20am, I'm up, I just wanted to expand on this one headcanon I talked about earlier. That's it. Don't even with me because I know y'all too well.

Let's quickly set the scene for where they are as humans/in their relationship in my head at this point. Fast forward six months after that dinner scene in 1x05. Kate is using Bishop Securities to help Yelena track other Widows and deprogram them. It's a Whole Thing now. Yelena is training Kate to be a more skilled fighter/overall well rounded "superhero adjacent" thing (or whatever it is you want to call what Hawkeye does). They're being good gays and about to Uhaul. Kate surprised Yelena with the key to an apartment that has a view of Rockefeller "...so that come Christmas time you can see the tree every day." It got her laid. More than once. So many times. Okay, that's the basic fork headcanon backstory.

Now, they're supposed to be moving into the apartment but before they can go in Yelena stops them at the door and she pulls out a blindfold.

"Last time that came out I had bruised ribs for three weeks."

"I am not teaching you how to actually LISTEN during a fight this time, am I?"

"I don't know....There was also that one time you told me we were going to get our take out and ten minutes later drove the car into the Hudson."

"Escaping a sinking vehicle is a necessary survival skill. My father says you learn faster and better when you are not expecting the lesson. You made it out in four minutes and twenty two seconds. It was not a bad time. For a first timer."

"What's in there? Is there a seven foot man that I'll need to fight with my hands tied behind my back?"

"No."

"Ninja stars that'll come flying full speed at me?"

"No."

"Uh...a pissed off alien trying to retrieve a priceless artifact that I'll need to defend?"

Yelena hangs her head back laughing then gets on her toes to kiss her much too tall girlfriend.

"No angry aliens. Trust me, yes?"

"Always." Kate smiles and steals another kiss.

"Close your eyes then. No blindfold."

"Yeah, let's hold on the blindfold. Still too soon on that one."

"Are they closed?"

"Tight."

Kate can hear Yelena open the door. Yelena holds her hand then guides Kate inside. By her vague memory of the layout, Kate can tell they're heading to the kitchen.

"Okay. Move this way. More this way. A little this way. One step that way." Yelena keeps adjusting Kate trying to place her in just the perfect spot. "Open them."

Kate opens her eyes and on the empty counter there's...two forks.

"Two forks. Because we two people now. Not just one person anymore."

Kate takes a moment to internalize the forks and the immense meaning they hold. She stares at them for a long beat then turns to Yelena, eyes brimming with tears.

"You hate them." Yelena's face falls."I knew I should've asked Laura for recommendations instead of Clin-" Yelena is cut off by Kate's lips on hers.

"I don't hate them. Not even a little."

"Okay? Me and Clint did good job then?"

"The fact that it took two of the world's most dangerous killing machines to pick forks is...impressive but yes, you did an amazing job."

Hours later, when they're sweaty and tired after unloading the moving truck, they make Mac & Cheese with Sriracha like that first night.

They have no chairs yet because they didn't bother packing anything except for the one pot they needed. It's all the energy they can muster. As soon as it's done cooking, Kate ungracefully slides her body down the cabinets directly next to the stove. That's as far as she can move. Pizza Dog promptly finds his place next to her and stares with his one good eye, begging for a serving. Kate relents.

Yelena might always be in control in most other aspects of their relationship but she's also the Smol to Kate's Tol so she's resigned herself to often being what she learned Americans call "Little Spoon". When Kate rests her back against the cabinets, Yelena shamelessly sits between her girlfriend's legs and presses her back to Kate's chest. You'd think after six months of this, Kate would be used to feeling Yelena's skin against hers but it still makes her stumble and whatever thing she was rambling about at seventy five miles an hour gets derailed for half a second.

"Do I make you nervous, Kate Bishop?" Yelena tilts her head to look up at Kate with a playful grin while she shoves a forkful of macaroni into her mouth.

"Pffft...me? Nervous? By you?...." The fake cocky façade breaks. "Yeah. A lot. All the time, actually. Like, constantly. Angry swarm of wired butterflies right up in here." Kate points to her stomach. They look at a each other for a long moment then burst out laughing. Yelena pulls Kate's chin down and they kiss.

"You really like the forks, yes?"

"They're good forks. Top notch." Kate tells her with a smile.

"Wait till you see spoons. Well, they are same as forks, but spoons. They are in box somewhere. There is knives too. Clint and I got the whole set."

"Wow. You guys did all that by yourselves?"

"I am sensing some sarcasm there." Kate shrugs and smiles. "You are lucky you are sexy or I kill you."

"Yeah yeah, I've heard that one before."

"It is truth. I could. You would not even know what happened. But I would never."

"'Never' is a big word. What if I eat the last fry one day? Or accidentally break one of your guns?"

"Then I just divorce you. But never kill you."

"Oh, so you're planning on marrying me? Is that what I'm hearing? Because, see, in order to divorce someone you sorta have to marry them first."

"Clint might have helped me buy other things."

Yelena shrugs. Kate's eyes go wide.

"What does that mean?!"

Yelena shrugs again.

"It means that Clint is...what you say..."Grumpy"...but Avengers get good deals on expensive things. He is great to take places."

"Baby, you can't just say that and then not..."

Yelena kisses her and jumps to her feet.

"Soooo many boxes left. Look at all the boxes." Yelena goes to work on the overflowing one on the counter. Kate also stands. She flips Yelena over and pins her again the counter.

"You can't say things like that and then do the Spy Deflecting Thing. That's just being a tease."

"I do not think you have ever complained about that before." Yelena tells her as she easily slips out from where Kate held her down and heads for the living room.

Kate follows, reaches for her arm, pulls her towards the wall, and pushes her against it face first. Yelena's cheek is now making contact with the cold paint. It's rough but not forceful, just enough. Kate knows she's pushing all the right buttons.

"Kate Bishop do not start things you cannot finish."

In one swift motion Yelena has not only reversed their positions - Kate now being the one tacked against the wall - but she has also managed to hold one of Kate's hands above her head while her other hand teases right over the edge of the tattered training shorts Kate had thrown on earlier.

"Oh, I can finish."

Kate stares at Yelena defiant. Yelena's hand slides under the elastic waistband.

They give the apartment a proper christening that night.

Despite Yelena's desire for an intricate proposal, Kate Bishop can be quite convincing (read: annoying) and Yelena was talked into showing the ring she had purchased that week soon after they woke the next morning.

#them???? I love them. with all my heart your honor. at least the version in my head lol #cuz so far even the show version has been...lack luster #so I like THE IDEA of them not quite yet the execution #Hawkeye #kateyelena #kbishop #ybelova #kateyelenaprompts #kyau

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mads-maddie-madison · 5 years

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Antithetical -part 2

(Hawthorne!Michael)

//NOTE// I hope this part is more fulfilling than the last. It is slightly edited, but it was done in the middle of class so we’ll see how that goes, lol.

Summary: After Robichaux's supreme, Cordelia Foxx, allows Hawthorne's own Boy Wonder, Michael Langdon, to attempt the test of the Seven Wonders, y/n has a problem accepting that. She will stop at nothing to prove he is anything but the next supreme, even if that means attempting the test herself.

Warnings: Light Angst, sexual tension (?)

Word Count: 1.8k

I groaned, slamming my laptop shut. My eyes were throbbing, dry. They felt like they were ashes left by the coals of a burning fire. I had been studying for three days now, no break in sight, at least not until after Sunday afternoon. I rubbed my eyes, looking at the time. Eleven-thirty-two, I had been at this for almost four hours. Shuffling out of my chair, I made my way towards the door. I at least needed something to eat before I spent the rest of my day head deep in grimoires.

"And where do you think you're going?" I internally groaned at the malicious voice, words dripping with arrogance. "And why do you care, Langdon?" I refused to stop, continuing my strides down the white hallway, trying to focus on the photos of past witches rather than Michael's presence behind me, following my every step. "Well Miss y/l/n, I'm only looking out for your well being, seeing as how you'll need every moment of studying you can get if you want to even have a chance against myself." Every moment I spoke to him, it felt like his ego inflated. I didn't believe I could feel so much resentment towards another human being, if that's even what you'd call him. "You're so confident that you'll succeed, what makes you think I won't?" I cascaded my way down the stairs focusing myself towards the kitchen, glancing back at him. His posture all the same as it was three days ago. Hands held behind his back, chest broadened to show dominance. His blonde hair swept to the sides, and the same black uniform that all the Hawthorne warlocks wore. I made a mental note to make sure I looked as prepared as he does on Sunday. "It's blatantly obvious y/n, I've seen your reports. You're mediocre in all your classes. Not to mention, you've shown no abilities that even begin to compare to mine." That damn smirk spread across his face again, oh how badly I wanted to smack it off. "Just like how it's blatantly obvious that you're a self-absorbed, conceded asshole?" He chuckled, knowing he was getting a rise out of me. I reached over the counter, grabbing a red apple from the bowl in the center. "I can assure you, Mr. Langdon, that you most definitely have competition this Sunday. I would jump off of that high horse of yours before you fall." Biting into the apple as I made direct eye contact with him, his ice blue eyes staring straight back at me. Had he not been such an arrogant, self-centered jackass, I may even think he was beautiful. He said nothing, just continued to look straight through me. As if he was reading everything about me by a simple look. "I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to discourage me, you want me to question myself and my own abilities. I can promise you it's not going to work." With that I walked out of the kitchen, the feeling of his eyes glaring into my back as I left the room.

I knew what he was trying to do, if he discouraged me it was likely that I'd do worse in the seven wonders. I sighed as I looked back towards my desk, the mountain of books and papers spread across the surface. I had already mastered telekinesis, having had been one of my original abilities when I first arrived at Robichaux. Concilium followed, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a challenge. I decided I needed help, so I texted Mallory asking for her to meet me in my room. "What did you need help with?" I looked up from my book as Mallory walked through my bedroom door. "Concilium, I need someone to practice on." She nodded in understanding, sitting across my bed. "Alright well before you do anything, just please, nothing embarrassing." I chuckled at her, "Agreed." I turned my chair, focusing on Mallory. I focused my thought on making her stand, grabbing the random shirt that was thrown onto the floor and imagining her folding it. I had stared at her for what felt like forever, nothing was happening. "This is ridiculous!" I sighed in frustration, "You're thinking too hard y/n. Don't stress it, let your mind flow freely." I let out a deep breath of air, I knew she was right. Maybe Michael had gotten to me earlier, this shouldn't be so difficult. I reverted my attention back to Mallory, "Alright, let's try this again." I freed my mind of any thought of Michael, of the test, any worry I had to think of. Slowly, I watched Mallory stand and walk towards the corner where my shirt resided. Picking it up, she walked towards the bed, folding it neatly and setting it down. "See y/n, you just have to be stress free."

Pyrokinesis was next, I grabbed the candle that sat on my nightstand. Running my hand over the wick, I watched the flame ignite. I smiled to myself, I had succeeded in three of the seven wonders, at least I was getting somewhere. "Alright Mallory, I need you to help me with divination." She agreed and walked out of the room, not returning for what felt like five minutes. "Okay, you need to find something that once belonged to Cordelia." I nodded, I closed my eyes, focusing on the energy that engulfed the rooms atmosphere, I allowed my thoughts to bring me towards the object of my desire. I stood up, walking out of my room and down the hall towards the end where a pot full of decorative wooden sticks rested. Reaching out I grabbed Cordelia's old support cane, from when she was attacked by her father-in-laws pets. "Is this it?" I questioned, facing Mallory, "yes."

Transmutation was anything but a challenge, so far I had this under my belt. The ball seemed to be in my court. Now I had to focus on Vitalum Vitalis, I grabbed the dead rose from my bed that I had gotten from the garden earlier. It just so happened to be one of the unfortunate few that didn't get enough sunlight. I bent over the rose, leaning my head down towards the red flower. I lightly blew onto it, attempting to transfer my own life force into the unlucky plant. I watched the petals slowly rejuvenate, lifting themselves up from a crippled, dried up mess to a soft, delicate rose once again. The shriveled up brown stem became a vibrant shade of green again, full of life. Now I could focus on the most challenging task; descensum.

This was the one I feared, the thing that would determine life or death. If I fail, my soul would be stuck in my own personal hell for eternity, whatever plan for a life ahead of me gone within the blink of an eye. I considered pushing it off for Sunday, if I were to die, then I could die attempting to save my coven. But if I attempted it now, and failed, I could die in the comfort of my own bed, quietly and peacefully. Mallory sat on my bed, silently watching me as I practiced. I glanced towards the clock for the second time today, four-fifty-seven. I inhaled a large sum of air, before slowly exhaling as I made my final decision. I would be no coward, I will practice descensum, but I won't attempt it until the day of the test. If I'm going to die, I'm going to go out proudly instead of hiding out behind the confinement of my own four walls.

It was nearly one-thirty in the morning now, time had gotten away from me. The only thing that mattered was my passing of the test. The test that was in two days, I should be resting, knowing every minute of sleep was a gift. Every moment of peace mattered, in two days my life will forever be changed. For the better or the worst, I don't know. I had been laying here, tossing and turning for the majority of the time I had been in bed. Thinking of the different possibilities as to how this could end. If I passed, Michael wouldn't, if Michael passed, then I wouldn't. Each thought raking my mind, one right after another. I turned, facing the window, staring at the front yard. The thought of how Zoe had failed transmutation, ending up laid out across the forks of the gate. Suddenly it occurred to me that I was not the only one risking my life to complete this task, Michael was too. While I had hoped that I passed, I became worried at the thought of him failing in the worst way possible, my heart dropped to my stomach. ' Why do you care about him y/n?' I thought to myself, 'You barely know him, he means nothing to you.' I still thought the worst, Michael may be arrogant, but I surely didn't want him to die. Did I?

'No of course not! You'd never wish death upon anyone.'

"Thinking of me?" My head snapped to the doorway I hadn't noticed was open. My eyes met the tall dark figure that was Michael Langdon. "What are you doing in my room?" I immediately sat up, suddenly feeling exposed due to my sense of vulnerability. "My dear y/n, your thoughts are consuming." He urged forward, coming closer to the end of my bed. "So you're clairvoyant as well? Good to know," I huffed, pulling my blanket up to cover my tank top adorned torso. "Well I tend to listen in when I'm the main topic. Worried for me are we?" Even though I couldn't exactly see it due to the darkness of the room, I could practically hear the signature smirk on his face. "Why would I worry for you?" I attempted to rebuttal, trying my best to hide my thoughts, not wanting him to learn anything further. This time he sat at the edge of my bed, slowly leaning over me. His face now lit by the light of the moon shining through my window. "Don't deny it Miss y/l/n," he slowly reached his right hand up to push a strand of hair behind my ear. "I think we both know I mean a little bit more to you than you'd care to admit." He was so close I could smell the mint on his breath. He leaned a little bit closer, mouth resting over the lobe of my ear. I could feel the heat of his breath as he spoke, "Good luck Sunday." Suddenly I was alone again, the ghost of his words haunting me to sleep. Did I care for him more than I'd care to admit?

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