#cowboy yelena belova

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A New Frontier: Part 1

𓃗𐚁🏜𖤓⋆｡° ✮ // a new frontier // part 1 // part 2 // part 3

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a/n: welcome to the first part of my first series! like i said in my announcement, i’m not sure how many parts this series will have, but as i see it now, definitely over 6 so get excited about that!! this first part is definitely a build up to everything will be contained going further, so there’s not much adventuring in this one. i hope you enjoy!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you’re granted the opportunity to join the avengers on your first top secret mission together. not only are you navigating your newfound status as an avenger, but you’re also trying to hide your affection for another avenger, yelena. you travel to your location in stealth and soon find out what kind of mess you’ve really gotten into.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.2k

Your eyes jolted open when you realized you had fallen asleep accidentally.

“…and we need to act fast in order to make sure we do our part in this mess. And remember, none of you jackasses better make a peep about this, I mean it.”

Shit.

You had fallen asleep during the majority of Tony’s mission announcement. This was the first stakeout call that you had been invited on since you had been recruited. Most jobs were simple and thorough—fighting and taking down a villain and so on. Everything was usually the same, except this time and you missed it.

“Alright, that’s all I got. Be ready and down to the pad in an hour.” Tony dismissed everyone from the room when they all dispersed and you were left disoriented from the meeting.

“AH, I’m so excited!” you heard Kamala squeal. You assumed she had been asked out on the mission as well, making this her first too. “I’ve never seen a horse in person before!”

Now you were even more confused as to what was happening. You decided to be surprised rather than ask too many questions, especially since you were new. You couldn’t be caught slacking on the job already.

You went up to your room to pack whatever you could with the little information you had. You remembered something being said in between your slumber about it being dry and hot, so you kept that in mind.

You packed all the toiletries you had since you did not know when you would return. You didn’t have a permanent suit currently, as it was still being worked on and you didn’t know when it was going to be done. You hoped you could finally break into it on this trip so you wouldn’t have to use one of the hand-me-downs.

You jumped as you heard a knock at your door. “Can I come in?” Kate shouted through the door. Even before you could speak Kate had opened the door and was on a mission.

“Do you have deodorant or a hairbrush? I-I must have lost mine or run out because I don’t know where they went.”

Kate was the first friend you had made since you had been recruited. You both hit it off immediately and she made the transition from normal life to super life much easier.

“How does one not know when they run out of deodorant?” you chuckled.

“I honestly don’t know. I think I kinda just slap it on without looking while I’m halfway out the door,” she stammered.

“Well in that case, yes, I have both deodorant and a hairbrush so you lucked out today.”

“Ugh, thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” Kate sighed. “Oh, by the way! If you’re all good with it I think Kamala was going to bunk with me and it’s three to a room so you wanna join?”

“Uhm, that sounds good,” you responded. You were nervous to be in such close proximity to so many new people, but you were excited to be involved in something this secretive.

“Awesome! Well, I’ll see you down there then.” Kate smiled and then ran out of the room in the same manner she came. It was then you realized you missed your chance to ask her what exactly you all were doing and what you should bring. It added even more mystery.

You had filled your duffel bag to the brim with anything you could think of—a couple books, clothes for all weather conditions, a swimsuit, a coat, etc. You had said goodbye to your room for the time being when you ran into another Avenger in the hallway.

“Oh, uhm hey.” You were face to face with a green-eyed woman looking slightly up at you. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“It’s good,” the woman smiled and shrugged. She walked off without saying a word and you felt an uncomfortable aura blooming.

The butterflies in your stomach slowed their flutter the farther away the woman went. You had learned in your first few days as an Avenger that her name was Yelena. She had short blonde hair and the most captivating eyes you had ever seen. She was nothing short of intimidating so you had exchanged little words between the two of you. This was most inconvenient for you because you were tired of her staring at you as if you were a bit helpless.

You hoped this trip proved otherwise.

You were still awkwardly standing in the hallway after your encounter with Yelena when Kamala came out of her room with what looked like all her belongings balances in her arms. You could make out her eyes peeking between different objects that looked like a fan and a small table.

“I hope I packed enough,” she said through muffled words. “I don’t know how long we’ll be gone.”

“I don’t think you’ll have any problem with that,” you laughed. You watched her carefully walk down the stairs with the rest of her things.

Based on everyone’s timely exit, you assumed that you should probably make your way down to load up. When you made your way down to the pad where everyone else was waiting. Everyone’s packs varied in size so you had no idea how your packing job compared to anyone else’s.

Wanda and Nat had a decent sized suitcase for the both of them to share and others had small duffel bags. You giggled a little to yourself when you saw Peter’s only bag which appeared to be his school bag.

“How did you manage to fit everything in there, Pete?” you asked him.

“Oh uhm all I really need is a few clothes, but the rest is homework.”

“You’re bringing homework on an Avenger’s top secret mission?”

“Uh… yes?”

“That sounds like a sad life, Peter Parker.” You looked to your right where Yelena was standing. “Do you do anything for your own pleasure… like ever?”

You, Yelena, and Peter all stood together staring at one another, waiting for someone to say anything.

“Alright!” Tony yelled. “It’s time to load up.”

Everyone made their way onto their biggest quinjet they had and found their seats. You sat towards the back of the jet as you filed in behind Yelena. Conveniently, you sat directly behind her so you had the perfect view for the duration of the flight. Kamala sat down next to you with her stuffed giraffe in hand.

You heard the echo of the seat buckles clanking together as everyone took their place. You then watched as Yelena twisted her hair up high and put it in a bun. You were mesmerized by the way her blonde highlights caught the glimmer of light shining through the small windows.

Kate looked back at you at the wrong moment because she caught you staring at Yelena. She smirked and winked, signaling that she planned on keeping your secret. Your face was flush with embarrassment. You had not planned to let anyone in on your little crush but there was no going back now. All you had to do was prevent Yelena from finding out.

Tony hopped on last and shut the large door behind him. “As much as I wish I was joining you on this part of the excursion, I’m going to be residing on a small base right outside of the airport we’ll be flying into. I’m working on tracking air transportation as well as focusing on the technical aspects of the issue. I will be checking in regularly.

“As much as I would love to fly everywhere, we have to be more careful.” You looked around at the others to see if they had any clue to what he was talking about. “Once we arrive at the airport, you’ll be assigned vehicles that you must transport in. Using jets gets too risky with the high volume of dust and dirt. You would be noticed too easily that way, so it’s much easier to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Another form of transformation will be provided… promptly.”

Tony sat down in the controller seat without another word, leaving only you at a loss of what could be coming.

You stared at the back of Yelena once again before falling asleep to the sound of her voice and buttons pushing from inside the jet

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You jolted awake at the sound of the large compartment door opening. It was abnormally bright and dust seemed to be swarming into the jet. You looked to your right to see Kamala passed out as well.

You stood up to stretch and grab your things, but you were distracted by the look on Yelena’s face as she stared at Kamala. She then turned to you and you were not sure what to do. Yelena looked as if she was trying not to laugh.

“You’ve got something about there…” Yelena gestured around the side of your mouth where you found dried drool from your peaceful sleep.

You frantically wiped it off the best you could and tried to shake the feeling of embarrassment that washed over you. “Oh, I’m sorry, thank you,” you nervously responded.

You proceeded to wipe everything off your face shamefully. You gave Kamala a small tap on the side of her arms in hopes to wake her up. She jolted awake as if she had been screamed at.

“What happened?” she said, groggily.

“You fell asleep…and it looks like we’re here,” you responded. You gathered your things and joined everyone at the front of the quinjet.

“Listen up!” Tony yelled. “This is where I leave you. You’ll be self-escorted from here to the designated vehicles that are waiting outside. I have implemented state of the art trackers and GPS in each of the vehicles. Try to use these vehicles as much as possible. When the time comes, by all means, do whatever is necessary to complete said task, but please, for the love of God, stay hidden. We do not need to be compromised and if I hear about any of you messing around…I will personally handle the situation, and you don’t want that.”

You looked back and forth from Kate to Kamala. You could tell Tony was being serious, which meant this mission was a whole lot harder than you led on in your mind.

As you all unloaded off of the jet the sun pierced through the door making you cover your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted to the brightness, you were met with the vast ground of red clay and trees in the distance. There was not a house or town in sight meaning you were far away from civilization.

“This is my worst nightmare,” Yelena whispered to Natasha.

“No kidding. I can already feel my skin sweltering,” she responded.

Your face recoiled when you saw the rides that were provided to each of you. “They’re joking right?”

“I wish,” Bucky said as he walked by you.

“Ain’t she a beaut, Cap?” Sam said while rubbing his hand back and forth down the side of the truck.

Before you were four rusty, beat-up pickup trucks that were supposed to be your rides for the time being. You weren’t even sure how long they were going to last. They were most definitely older than you.

“Are we sure these are safe to drive…or ride in?” Yelena questioned.

“They’re top of the line, I assure you,” Steve said.

“Maybe when you were born,” she mumbled.

You laughed at her comment and Yelena turned around to look at you and she smirked. Your face couldn’t help but turn a deep shade of pink, but you hoped the heat would disguise your blushing.

“Alright, let’s hit the road. We’re burning daylight here and it’s a two hour drive,” Steve informed everyone which earned a groan from each of them.

Steve, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Peter took one of the trucks and planned on leading the way to the house. The rest of you assumed you could fit in one truck but there were two left and needed to utilize them both. One truck could seat five and the other could seat three; there were six of you left and you each knew you couldn’t leave someone behind by themselves.

“Race ya!” Kamala yelled. Nat, Wanda, Kate, and Kamala began to run to the five seater truck, while you and Yelena stayed behind. I guess you both assumed that it wasn’t worth fighting over.

You were hesitant to say anything at first but you were curious. “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Yelena shrugged. “My sister and Wanda can get gross when they’re together so I would rather be 100 feet away. But I hope you know I’m driving.”

You nodded in agreement, not wanting to go against her wishes. How could you say no?

You and Yelena put your belongings in the trunk of the car and shut it nice and tight so there was no way it could fly out and escape. Yelena climbed in the driver's seat while you sat next to her in the passenger's seat. The truck started with a sputter and music started blasting through the radio. Tony Keith’s voice rang out, causing you to plug your eyes.

“If this is what the trip has in store,” you gestured to the nature outside and then to the radio, “it’s going to be a long trip.”

“I think my ears are bleeding,” Yelena groaned.

“How about I do this.” You made the executive decision to turn the music completely off. “Better?”

“Much.” Yelena was satisfied with your choice. She followed the kicked up dust trail that led to the truck in front of them. They were farther ahead but you both hoped you hadn’t lost them.

In the meantime, you decided to look around the truck to see what all treasures were held inside. Just by looking at it, it didn’t seem to be anything special. The dash was covered in dirt and dust and old, empty bullet shells rested on top. There were no cup holders for drinks, only a bench seat that could fit another person. You found yourself wondering what would happen if you scooted just a bit closer. You brushed off the thought and continued your scavenger hunt.

There was no backseat, only a small gap that could fit a slender bag. There was a tacklebox that slipped under your seat, so you decided to dig through it. You gasped as you opened it to reveal a pistol made out of vibranium. You could spot it from anywhere.

“Woah!” you admired it. You shifted the small pistol in your hand, observing the craftsmanship.

“Oh shit,” Yelena said. Her eyebrows were raised, telling you she was just as impressed.

“They really did the most.” You took another look at it before you put it back where it belonged and slid it back under the seat. “What we’re to happen if we were stopped somehow and we had that in the car? Wouldn’t they do the math?”

“Look at this thing,” Yelena said plainly.

You looked around at the crusted steering wheel, the patchy seats, and the dirty covered floor. “I suppose you’re right.”

Yelena sighed and continued driving.

You watched the world go by as the clay mesa crowded your vision. It was beautiful in its own way and it was nothing like you had ever seen. The plateau of rock and the arches that presented themselves high off the ground. You may even learn to love it.

You then turned your attention to the driver. Yelena did not go anywhere in public without dressing her best. She was wearing wide cut jeans, a cropped shirt, and high leather boots. The dedication impressed you, especially in this weather. Your eyes wandered from her clothes to her skin and how her olive tone was tanned from the sun. Her eyes twinkled with the reflection of the endless blue sky and you found yourself drowning. Of course until Yelena looked over at you because you had been in a daze for too long.

You turned your attention back out the window with the hope that she wasn’t paying attention to your admiration. The more you stared out the window, the heavier your eyelids were. Eventually, you found yourself drifting to sleep once again with dreams of twinkling green eyes.

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You felt a push on your left shoulder but you didn’t move.

There was another push this time, but much harder, causing you to sit all the way up. To your surprise, it was night. You rubbed your eyes and looked to your left to find that Yelena was staring at you.

“Did you know that you snore?” she said outright. Yelena unbuckled and got out of the truck, leaving you stunned all alone.You decided that it would be better not to respond because you wish you could forget it ever happened.

As you slid out of the truck, you looked up at the stars. You had never seen the sky so clear in your life. It was like lightning bugs had hung themselves way up high for everyone to see. You were so distracted by the sky that you didn’t notice where you were.

When you snapped yourself out of your trance you looked around. You were now surrounded by some species of pine tree you couldn’t recall with scarce grass. You were most certainly still in the desert but had traveled farther in the new direction.

In addition, you seemed to be up on a cliff. You looked around once more and there was no sign of a house, let alone anyone else.

“Uh, Yelena,” you questioned. “Where are we?”

Yelena was crouched down ahead of you looking down from the earth when she shushed you. You tried not to take too much offense. You walked to where she was in hopes of figuring out what was going on.

“Yelena, I said, where are-” Yelena covered your mouth quickly. You wanted to resist but all you could do was yell silently into the palm of her hand.

“Be quiet,” Yelena whispered, then held up a finger to her lips as she uncovered her hand from your mouth.

You huffed. “I just want to know what we’re doing out here? Where is everyone?”

“I took a little detour,” she admitted. “I just wanted to scope out the competition and Tony had already wired the GPS with significant locations so I knew where to go.”

“He should’ve known better,” you shook your head. You were already in this mess with her so you might as well finish it.

You focused your eyes to where she was looking to find a small sized building. It was nothing like you pictured it would be in your head. There was a flagpole outside the fence gates with an American flag on it accompanied by another flag that you could not make out. You squinted harder to see what picture was made out on the fabric.

“Is that…” You could spot the unique design of a skull with its six arms recoiled under.

It was Hydra.

//

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[noturlondonboy]

JEHSISHEISHSIS FUCKKKKKK

What If.... Cowboy Yelena?

[unholyhelbig]

Cowboy Kate is about to fuck me uppp

Title: Outlawed (1/4)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Summary: When y/n returns to her hometown of Barton Hollow she stumbles across an outlaw in dire need of help. Together, the two navigate complicated feelings, and demons from their past that are determined to destroy them in the way only the Wild West could.

Warnings: blood, urban legends, grave robbing, religious trauma, guns, droughts, horses (?), tattoos (also ?), horrible medical knowledge that is impossible I know give me a break, bad language, sexual content, bad grammar, I don't proofread these.

[A/n: This is my time to shine, right? I live in the wild west! No. I am a city girl through and through. This first chapter is dedicated the wonder @noturlondonboy and @thinking1bee because they are always phenomenal, give them both a follow and also lmk if you want to be tagged in future parts!]

“Easy girl,” the words pushed past dry lips that tasted vaguely of dust and the metal of blood. The heat of the sun had cracked them to all hell throughout the day, burned them past salvage. You’d worried them enough to strip two layers before the sharp sting became too much and the change in your horses behavior became the more pressing matter.

Othello came to a slow trot at the mouth of a canyon, a large and sparce mouth lined in red rocks. The foliage was dried out with the rest of the drought afflicting the land, raking across his chestnut fur that reminded you cruelly of fingers against windowpanes. Incessantly tapping and scratching to bide your attention in the dark of night.

Your mama told you to keep your back to the noise and to never, no matter what, open the window. Even if the thing begging to be let in on the other side of the glass sounded like something you knew. It was a regular occurrence at the farmhouse, and eventually, after being ignored for so long, you figured it had grown bored of you and chose another family to torment.

Out here, there was nowhere to turn your back to. Closing your eyes brought more darkness, and a window didn’t separate you from the horrors that liked to tap on glass. You listened to your horse, and the unease in your gut. That was another thing mama taught you.

The plains dropped to a lower temperature at night, your breath a specter in front of you, giving away your panic in each pant. Othello had slowed to a trot, her hulking form making slow work of a path many had traveled before you. It was something you’d much rather do by the rays of the sun, not the silver light of the moon. Othello kept her head down, streams of breath leaving her nostrils.

You tightened your grip on the reigns, muscles taut with fear and sweat soaking through the layers of fleece around your shoulders. Othello wasn’t partial to snakes, and neither were you. Your lungs began to ache with the cool breath you held, not quite sure if you preferred something hiding in the foliage with no legs, or too many.

Othello gave you a warning snort before she bucked you off. It was indignant but gave you a moment to unwrap the cured leather from your palm prior to her hollow back leaving you entirely. Your horse never went far. She wasn’t the type to traverse plains without you, but she would get herself a good distance away from danger, effectively depositing you right in it’s path.

A groan escaped you along with the air you’d been holding. You made quick work of canvassing the red clay you’d landed flat on. Four fangs hadn’t dug themselves into soft skin yet, nor had clawed hands stripped you of your hide. Instead, you felt the uncomfortable tip of a boot against your side.

“Shit,” you rolled onto your back, releasing a train of expletives “What the fuck?”

In the pale moonlight, you caught a sticky burgundy puddle that collected the dessert dust. The land was greedy for moisture, and it didn’t care if it was in the form of blood or water. A drought was a drought in these parts. Bodies would be picked clean and the same boots that dug into your ribs would be the only thing that remained.

A metallic scent tickled your nose, too much blood to be survivable. Shell casings littered the area, and you sat up with an indignant huff, taking stock of the mass of body that was slumped against the cracked sandy ground. She was dressed in mostly pitch, skin gaunt from her wounds.

An equally as dark cattleman hat was just out of reach, as if her fingers had brushed it’s rim but she hadn’t the strength to grasp it. Your father valued his cowboy hat more than he valued you, and if this woman was the same, then there was something to be said about her dying moments.

Her lips were parted, void of color. There was a beauty to her that made your heart pound in a strange type of longing. You hadn’t seen another soul in about a week, and your chest ached for someone who had died in the line of fire for god knows what. It was an ambush, you were sure. A beautiful woman who had been struck down and had died all alone, left for the coyotes to pick apart with their rotted teeth.

Regardless of her current state, and your reservations, you started to dig through the girls pockets, careful to avoid the saturated fabric. There were some russet-colored bills, and some loose bullets that you shoved haplessly into your own pockets. A pearl-handled colt pistol, tinted in a strawberry color, slippery in blood.  

Your thumb swiped over the sloppy engraving in soft silver; K.B

Your fingers found a chain around her neck, a thick gold with a nephrite Wyoming Jade in the center. Valuable. Too valuable to be left if she was shot at close range. Whoever had done this had aimed to kill and had succeeded. You wrapped your fingers around the bulk of the chain, ready to pull with enough force to snap the clasp.

Deathly cold fingers suddenly wrapped around yours, bringing your heart into your throat. They didn’t squeeze hard, weren’t able too. But it was a warning. Her skin was tacky and barely alive. When your panicked eyes moved to hers, they had snapped open. Grey and ghostly.

“Graverobbing before I’m even in the grave, sweetheart?” She croaked out. “No respect for the dead.”

You were effectively straddling a dead body. A half-dead body. A mostly dead body, and shame was rushing to your cheeks. If you stayed still, you were sure her hand would drop from yours and you could mount Othello and be on your way. It wasn’t something you could do with a good conscience.

The strangers hand fell limply to her side, but if you focused hard enough, you could feel her shallow breaths. When you laid yourself flat against her and pressed your ear to her cold chest, there was a cracking inhale and exhale. Far apart, but still there. Another groan pushed past your lips, drowning out the girls pitiful attempts to hang onto life.

Othello chuffed next to you.

“Don’t give me that look.” You glared up at her. She was judging you. The whites of her eyes were visible and narrowed and you hated it when she took on this stance. “She could be some horrible criminal that’s murdered a whole orphanage.”

Another indignant noise.

“Well yes, I was robbing her, but objectively murder is worse. And who says I can even nurse her back to health?”

This time, Othello didn’t even make a noise. She didn’t have to. You were a physician, one of the only ones on this side of the country who hadn’t fallen for the fad of radium water, of course you could nurse her back to health, and you could do it well.

It would be easier, simpler, to let her parish. As dark as it had sounded to your own ears it would prove to keep your soul intact for just a little while longer. You weren’t practicing anymore. Couldn’t, and part of you wanted to refuse coming out of self-induced retirement for the likes of a stranger bleeding out a few miles from your hometown.

Othello pushed her nose between your shoulder blades, shoving you forward enough to see the constellations of freckles that were losing pigment fast on the girls cheeks. She’d gotten them from spending too much time in the heat of the sun as a child, just like you had. She had a family. Friends. People who you were sure loved her, someone who had given the gun you shoved into the breast of your own jacket.

A growl pushed past your lips, hands gripping her lapels “You better be worth it, K.B.”

A fine layer of dust coated the three-room farmhouse that had been long since abandoned. Most of the room was taken up by the kitchen, a wood burning stove the center piece that you begged to light. It was too damp, ironically. The musk that filled your lungs made you want to vomit, but you swallowed it down.

The kitchen table that your father hand carved still stood but one of the chairs was missing, pushed up to the ice box where it had been rifled through until it was picked clean. Iron pans were still hanging where your mama had left them and you didn’t’ dare look down the hallway towards where your room sat, likely untouched, but coated in the same red dust that the looming winds brought the rest of the land.

Despite your aching muscles and protesting bones, you deposited the stranger onto the bare mattress in your parents abandoned room and pawed around for the oil lamp on the bedside table. It ignited easily enough, filling the room with a kerosene scent that tickled your throat.

A squelching grumble pulled from the girls lungs that sounded too pained for your liking. It was almost a death rattle, and you couldn’t have that. Not after you’d pulled her so close to your front and kept your arms looped around her to keep her steady on Othello’s back.

It had become clear that she’d been shot through the center, something that had gone straight through and tore through organs cleanly. What you needed to do now was staunch the blood, to make sure her lungs hadn’t been clipped in the process.

You made quick work of stripping her of her coat, tossing it over the chair in the corner of the room. It was harder to remove her shirt, soaked so fully in blood that her pearl buttons were nearly impossible to get a grasp on. You were a professional, and a decent one at that, but it was hard to ignore the beauty of the girl underneath you, the tautness of her muscles as they contracted under your fingers, searching for her outward wounds in the soft yellow light.

Another gurgled sound and you grabbed the scalpel from your leather bag, turning her slightly to the side before you made a calculated slice, drawing more blood. It seemed counter intuitive, really, drawing in the scent of more metal, coating the bare mattress in even more blood- but it had culminated within her lungs and you needed to release the pressure, clear her airways.

It was a risk, something you’d only seen done once in a small town down south in a marsh area teeming with mosquitos that swarmed the wound before it had so much as dripped an ounce of color. This was different. The girl coughed wetly and expelled a mix of dark red blood and bile onto the front of your shirt and down her own chest, finally getting in a good breath.

“Disgusting,” You snarled, scooting back from her. “Seriously, this is how you thank me?”

You didn’t expect an answer and didn’t get one, either. The stranger, slightly less pale, flopped back down, her unbuttoned shirt riding up uncomfortably. But she was breathing better and there was color to her cheeks now. It was enough for you not to be as worried about her. Enough to where you could patch her up the rest of the way without questioning her mortality.

Exhaustion seemed to catch up with you as surveyed her. Most of her wounds, save for the lead slug to the gut, were superficial. She was dead weight, it was impossible to peel the shirt away from her entirely, but you caught the edge of black ink that escaped from the white fabric near her shoulder, your fingers running absently over the scarring, trying to identify something you couldn’t quite pin.

It was useless, blotchy and impossible to read. You had seen a handful of tattoos in your day. Not so much in the south, with it’s cloying heat, but the Appalachians, with it’s thick foliage and thicker legends, were wrought with them. The same needles you used to stitch up bleeding men were dipped into indigo ink and pushed past the first two layers of skin in an artful, tasteful way.

The daughter of the family that was kind enough to house you in a town just west of North Carolina had a beautiful etching of hemlock that stretched across the greater part of the back of her neck and dipped under the sheer white of her nightgown. It stretched it’s roots between her shoulder blades. You had brushed the whisps of mousy-brown hair to the side and kissed a venomous trail that had left her fisting the sheets.

Her sounds of ecstasy had woken her older brother, who kicked down the door with a double-barrel shotgun in his grip and a fresh handful of chew shoved in his bottom lip. He slurped through every other question, but it didn’t matter much because you were crouched under the girls window, hastily buttoning your shirt with one hand and biting the inside of the other to stop from laughing.

You bandaged the stranger as if it were habit. Medicine was like riding a bike. You had little to work without in the field and here, in the childhood home that you refused to rummage around, you figured that this was enough of a distraction to keep you from dwelling on the foreclosure. On being back here in the first place.

When you were satisfied with your work, you discarded your own blood-soaked jacket and plopped down into the nearest chair. It was coated in the same red clay dust that infiltrated the rest of the place. You breathed in the chalk. It masked the scent of your mama’s cooking and your fathers cologne. Small mercy’s.

He kept a marked-up bible in the bottom drawer of his dresser that you knew would still be there. That was the common law of the land. Of all land, you supposed. Not messing with a man’s bible.  You weren’t particularly religious, despite attending Pastor Barton’s services every Sunday and swallowing the bland chili that his wife served up in the small patch of grass behind the chapel.

The thin pages were something to flip through, and you were always curious about your fathers beliefs. He was a stoic man with a heavy hand, speaking in violence rather than words that often evaded him. It wouldn’t’ shock you if many of the underlined passages emphasized hard work, and penance for wrongdoing. You stopped believing in God when he drank hard and came home hitting harder, with closed fists.

The leather was worn, and there were smudges where he had turned the paged methodically in a achingly human habit. You leaned back in the chair and propped your boots up on the side of the bed where the stranger lay, her fingers splayed on her chest. Your eyes started to grow heavy with sleep, scanning the text of the book, but not retaining a single thing.

It was your full intention to stay awake, to make sure she was still breathing through the night. You had done it countless times before for patients on the battlefield, and those who were spewing blood into cut blankets donated to consumption clinics to staunch an illness already too far gone. This should be no different. But the comfort of home, the weight of your fathers bible in your hands and the familiarity of a pillow your mama had stitched started to take it’s toll.

The dust that coated the windows only allowed odd streaks of sunlight through, skewing your assessment of time. When you jolted awake, you did so ungracefully and wobbled in the chair enough to plant your booted feet on the floor and let the sacred text fall flat on the stained wood, bending the pages towards the very hell it forsake.

Your body ached from your last day of travel, but more than that, it ached from your lack in judgement.

The stranger was awake.

There was no lingering grogginess from her recent unconsciousness. She had been watching you for a while, possibly hours, but was powerless to do anything about it. The frustration that was etched into her features was adorable, really. Those grey eyes were less ghostly in this light, and there was a semi-healthy color to her cheeks. She had pushed herself up against the headboard.

“You undressed me.” She rasped.

“I saved you,” You corrected, “I unbuttoned your shirt to address a gunshot wound.”

The stranger glanced down at the clinic wrapping around her midsection, and the incision you had made against her chest to release the blood building up in her lungs. She didn’t say a thing about it, likely didn’t know why you had done it in the first place. Her voice was still haunting, you realized. But you wouldn’t let it rattle you in your own home. The banks home.

So, you stood and picked up the bible, not bothering to smooth out the pages before putting it back in it’s proper place. It would most likely remain until the house was destroyed. Rotted through, or leveled into the dusty abyss until Barton Hollow was no more.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot through the stomach, left for dead, robbed, then brought back to life.”

You clenched your jaw, arms crossed over your chest as you stared deftly at her. She had a smug look on her pale, beautiful face that almost infuriated you. Almost. You should have listened to your better judgement and not your horse. She was a bastard, and she had a warm blush against your cheeks. You had tried robbing her, but then you saved her, and that should count for something.

“Well,” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “You should be fine in a few days. Bullet went straight through. If we can avoid an infection, which, if you stay in one place we can do relatively easily, then you should be fine.”

She frowned, pushing a small breath through her lips. The look of indignance you gave her only spurred on her movement as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and began to shakily lift herself up. “No can do, sweetheart. I have a lot of people trying to kill me, so if you’ll just-“

A pained grunt cut her off, shaky fingers finding their way to the bandaged edge of her ribs, hidden under the fabric of her shirt. A wetness filled the stormy grey of her eyes and you wanted to feel bad for her, you did. But you knew her type. She wasn’t going to listen until she tested her pain.

You stood in front of her now, head cocked, lip turned up into a ghost of a smile. “If I’ll just what?”

“Fuck off, Doctor dumbass” She gritted through pain, no doubt opening her wound once more.

“It’s Doctor y/l/n, actually. You can either lie back and be a good little patient, or I can leave you here to bleed out. Again. It’s not a pleasant way to go.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t like you.”

“I’m not too fond of you either, gorgeous. You ruined my mattress and pissed off my horse. But you preemptively paid for my services with the cash you had in your coat pocket, so we’ll call it even, K.B”

She mustered a pitiful growl through her pain but did as she was told, lowering herself back onto the down pillow with only a few soft exhales. Her temperature was running hot and her skin was fresh with a fever that you didn’t like the looks of. The stranger had torn through the only healing her body had thus far allowed. Figured.

Shockingly, she let you work in relative silence, training her eyes on a spot of worn wood on the ceiling that you used to stare at as a child yourself. She seemed to flinch under the coolness of your hand, and you muttered a small apology, tender with your touch.

“It’s Kate.”

You frowned, working a small bit of iodine onto the gash you had created just below her sternum. “Pardon?”

“My name. It’s Kate.”

“Kate,” the name fit her, something that could punctuate the end of a sentence. It could be called out in annoyance, too. A simple syllable that rested at the tip of ones tongue. “You said people were trying to kill you. They close?”

“Closer now, I assume.”

You hummed. “The people in this town, Barton Hollow, they have a fine bounty on my head. So, you’re in good company. I’ll stay still if you do.”

[noturlondonboy]

Well chat, I think you all know what this means…

Cowboy!Kate bishova smut strap on style

[kameyasart]

sketch dump time because I have zero new full artworks💥

Insta: kameyasart

[serenastark-official]

Family and F∙R∙I∙E∙N∙D∙S

✨ Welcome to the Stark Family Tree (and Beyond) ✨ Because why have a normal family when you can have this?

💠 The Core Stark Clan 💠

💼 Old Starks

Howard Stark: “The man who built an empire but forgot to build relationships. Thanks for the tech legacy, though. I guess.” Blog: @you-know-me-you-do Maria Stark: “The legend herself, and yes, she’s got her own blog.” Blog: @maria-campbell-stark

Tony Stark: @the-ironman / @officialironman / @under0-0s

Pepper Potts: @pepperpotts-official / @pepper-potts-in-charge

Emma Stark: @emma-hope-stark-official

Maya Stark: @playgirlgenius

Morgan Stark: @official-morganstark

Lily Stark: @lilypad-stark

Eva Stark: @baby-girl-stark

Barbie: @the-iron-rose

Ravioli: @kapowkerblam

Starkinator: @the-cowboy-stark

Camie Stark: @c4m3r0n-st0n3

Nadia Stark: @nadia-stark-official

��� The AI Family 🌐

JARVIS: @j-a-r-v-i-s-the-ai

FRIDAY: @friday-the-ai

Carlos: @carlos-the-ai

Toaster: @vision-not-a-toaster / @vision-stark-synthezoid

🕰️ Sanctum Buddies

Stephen Strange: @strangeofficial / @mysticmasterstephenstrange

Wong: @wong-the-not-wizard

Multiverse hopper: @multiversal-lesbian

Celestia Strange: @tia-the-sorceress

👑 Asgardians

Scuttle: @goddess-of-birds

Goldie Locks: @god-of-thunder-mcu / @stormsandstrength

Loki: @loki-thanosson

🐦 Birds of a Feather

Clint Barton: @clintbarton-thearrowguy

Sam Wilson: @we-love-redwing / @captain-s-falcon / @ohyeah-itssamwilson

🧪 Science Bro

Bruce Banner: @imnothulk

🪨 Artifacts

Steve Rogers: “America’s favorite popsicle who sometimes forgets he’s not in the 1940s anymore.”

@americas-favourite-fossil

@steve-rogers-1940s (okay well, he's exceptional)

@proud-owner-0f-americas-ass

Bucky Barnes:

@justawhitewolf

@official-buckybarnes

@iwasmadetobeasoldier

@itsme-bonkybarnes

@official-jamesbarnes

💣 Chaos Bundle

Kamala Khan: @kamala-msmarvel-khan

Natasha Afiona: @oh-to-be-a-murderer

Borealis: @whosafraidoflittleoldme17

Fish Boy: @little-lost-prince

Saltwater Sprout: @blood-of-rome

♦️ Widow Wonderland

Natasha Romanoff: @blackwidow-nat-official2

Yelena Belova: @your-fav-russian-assassin / @the-best-black-widow

Daniel Romanoff: @lenas-baby-sis

Extended Family

[laylasverse]

LAYLA, YOU'VE GOT ME ON MY KNEES .

DARLING, WON'T YOU EASE MY WORRIED MIND?

౨ৎ heyy, i'm layla ( laylasverse on almost every platform ). s!her & eighteen. i was introduced to shifting on tiktok in late twenty-twenty. i've been on and off with shifting for a long time, but lately it feels lighter & more welcoming than ever. it is no longer the escape it was for thirteen-year-old me lol. it's something that lives parallel.

VARIANTS : alex dunphy, benoit blanc, carmy berzatto, dean winchester, harry wells ( e2!wells ), kat stratford, nadine franklin, octavia blake, peter b. parker, stiles stilinski, yelena belova .

FAVORITE ARTISTS : kendrick lamar, mac miller, sza, brent faiyaz, j cole, frank ocean, eminem, tyler childers, chris stapleton .

LIKES : superheroes, comic books, movies, tv shows, philosophy, good mythical morning, cw’s!the flash, cw’s!gotham, cw’s!the arrow, cw’s!legends of tomorrow, orange cats, german shepherds, cowboys, modern cowboy!aesthetic .

DISLIKES : tomatoes, velvet textured clothing, lana del rey, innocent!core .

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Masterlist

18+ please

f= fluff, h/c=hurt/comfort, a=angst, s=smut

Natasha Romanoff:

Beneath the Wreckage (complete series)

Little Sun (h/c, f)

Real Cowboys Don’t Run (on hiatus)

Human: Rewritten (ongoing series)

Ecstasy (s)

Florence Pugh:

Her Song (complete series)

Until My Lungs Give Out (f)

Yelena Belova:

Arachnoid (ongoing series)

Hot Crazy Blondes (f)

Jealousy (s)

Angela Lopez:

Undercover (f) Part 2 (f, s)

Requests are open!

(I don’t really have guidelines. If I’m not comfortable writing it, then I won’t)

There are more fics on my old blog @nothoughtsonlynat

Current WIPs can be found here

[autie-hobbit]

Happy World Autism Day!!!

To celebrate, I thought I'd make an edit of some of my headcanoned Autistic characters! In order they are (from left to right and down);

Michael Scofield, from "Prison Break"

Klaus Baudelaire, from "A Series of Unfortunate Events"

Yelena Belova, from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

Klaus Hargreeves, from "The Umbrella Academy"

Tech, from "The Bad Batch"

Ava Sharpe, from "DC's Legends of Tomorrow"

Wylan Hendricks, from "Shadow and Bone" (the TV show)

Ray Palmer, from "DC's Legends of Tomorrow"

Violet Baudelaire, from "A Series of Unfortunate Events"

Peter Parker, from the Marvel Cinematic Universe

Radical Edward, from "Cowboy Bebop"

David Kostyk, from "Shadow and Bone"

Spooner, from "DC's Legends of Tomorrow"

And Dave Katz, from "The Umbrella Academy".

[lovelybucky1]

Marvel Masterlist

matt murdock x reader masterlist

bucky barnes x reader masterlist

steve rogers x reader masterlist

stucky

headcanons + drabbles

captain kink +

gay bar $

40s stucky dancing $

fics

youth $#

stucky x reader

headcanons + drabbles

steve discovers porn +

stucky x trans!reader $

winterbaron

oneshots

bark like a god +

loki x reader

headcanons + drabbles

trust is for children and dogs +

loki calms you down during a panic attack $

loki kneeling +

agatha harkness x reader

headcanons + drabbles

dinner with agatha $

natasha romanoff x reader

oneshots

teenage dream +

sam wilson x reader

headcanons + drabbles

joining the mile high club +

carol danvers x reader

headcanons + drabbles

getting teased +

yelena belova x reader

headcanons + drabbles

nsfw alphabet +

wanda maximoff x reader

headcanons + drabbles

nsfw alphabet +

ikaris x reader

nsfw alphabet +

frank castle x reader

headcanons + drabbles

through the wall (frank x matt x reader) +

outdoor sex +

sundress +

wandagatha

retribution (wandagtha) +!

logan howlett x reader

headcanons + drabbles

big bad wolf +

being his dog +

his fantasies +

logan in a collar +

size kink +

intox kink +

humiliation +

couples costumes +

nsfw alphabet +

sparring +

cowboy!logan #

worshipping him +

giving you head +

threesome with wade +

putting on makeup #

coquette #

pet play +

pet play p2 +

crush #

sharing wade +

side chick +

side chick p2 +

breath play +

headlock +

old man!logan #

old man!logan p2+

old man!logan p3 #

pierced and tatted!reader +

cheating with logan +

dp with wade +

pheromone perfume with wade #

princess treatment +

dad!logan #

period sex +

overeager wade and caring logan +

sub logan (featuring wade) +

spanking +

spanking p2 +

vintage lingerie +

what he considers bratting #

go greek!au supply closet +

fics

dress up #

crybaby +

ain’t as good as i once was +

little red +

never have i ever (with wade) +

cliché +

wade wilson x reader

headcanons + drabbles

his high school crush +

threesome with logan +

vibrators +

mouthy partner +

shared with logan +

trans masc wade +

trans masc wade p2 +

hates everyone but you #

high five +

dp with logan +

gun play & tit job +

pheromone perfume with logan #

overeager wade and caring logan +

sub logan +

fics

uzi time, baby +

never have i ever (w/ logan) +

[yelenaslyubov]

A New Frontier: Part 3

𓃗𐚁🏜𖤓⋆｡° ✮ // a new frontier // part 1 // part 2 // part 3

main masterlist || yelena belova || requests

a/n: this is for the one anon that wanted more of a new frontier, this one is for you🙈

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: language, combat, blood

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: after your mishap with your horse, several members of the team accompany you on a trip into town to find some appropriate clothes to wear for the entirety of the mission. though the day passed normally, the night brings the beginnings of your biggest fight yet.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 2.9k

Somehow you got conned into going shopping with Yelena, Kate, Kamala, and Peter. Peter was an afterthought and he practically invited himself, but you couldn’t care less. It made the entire situation less awkward.

“So, exactly how far is this place we’re going?” Peter asked.

“Well, if you break it down, it’s a couple cities over. So…it takes as long as we need,” Kate replied.

“What does that even mean, Kate Bishop?” Yelena asked.

“I don’t know, I’m just watching the GPS!”

“I’m hungry,” Kamala complained.

“You guys didn’t need to come,” you told them.

“Are you kidding me? Of course we needed to come. Besides, you can’t go the entire trip stealing my wardrobe,” Kate said

You looked down at the jeans and purple flannel that Kate had given to you and you winced. Definitely not your color. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said sarcastically.

“Why didn’t you bring your own clothes, anyway?” Peter asked.

You tried to avoid the unprofessional answer. Yelena looked over at you, obviously wondering what kind of answer you would create. “Uhm, I just wasn’t sure what to bring, honestly.”

“It seemed pretty simple to me?”

You sighed. “I don’t know, I guess just because I’ve never really been around horses.”

“It’s not like Mr. Stark exactly gave us a list or anything,” Yelena tutted.

“Jeez, who pissed in your cereal this morning?” Kate asked.

“No one.” Yelena sulked as she looked out the window and waited for the minutes to pass.

You did not love the energy that was happening in the car, mainly because of the unnecessary tension that you felt. You weren’t sure what caused Yelena’s small outburst over your lack of wardrobe, but perhaps she was trying to cover for you.

It felt like a century later as you saw the sightings of a faint town in the distance. You rolled in kicking up dirt trails behind the tires of the truck. The faces of passerby’s were plastered with frowns and suspicion. You shook off the cold glances and turned your attention to the street, or what you thought was a street.

There was no pavement that could be seen, only the endless fog of dirt that was floating from the other cars going through town. The small town you could see only consisted of a few store fronts on each side of the road, a gas station, and several houses that were spread out behind each of the buildings.

“Anybody else ready to leave already?” Kamala asked nervously.

“Me,” everyone replied.

“Let’s make this fast; in and out preferably,” Kate said.

The truck pulled to the closest spot near a store that simply said “GEAR” in faded letters. Each of you got out of the truck and observed your surroundings before charging in. It was clear that everyone was staring in your direction.

“Why are they staring at us like that?” Peter asked.

It was clear that you all stood out like a sore thumb. Each person you saw couldn’t be a day below 70, which was answer enough.

“Maybe we just need to act like we fit in?” Kamala changed her posture and began to walk with a sway in her hips. She tipped her hat to an older man walking by, earning a disgusted look.

“Your theory is foolproof,” you said.

“I don’t like this, we should hurry,” Yelena added. Even though the negative energy clouded the air, you didn’t seem to mind until the unshakable Yelena mentioned that she was nervous.

You all followed her lead and walked inside the store. You were met with a stale smoke that hung heavy, causing everyone turn their noses up.

“What is that?” Kamala said while holding her nose.

“Old,” said Kate, “very old.”

“What can I do you for?” a man from behind the counter said. By the look of him, along with the store, the smell started to make sense.

“Uhm, clothes?” Peter said unconfidently.

“Well, you bunch came to the right place!” He ended his sentence with a toothless grin.

“Ah!” Kamala accidentally blurted and you elbowed her in the side.

“Men on the left, women on the right.” He waved his finger around to each side of the room to signal the different sections. Once he was done holding your attention, he looked down at his newspaper and continued reading.

You were picky about how your clothes fit, so you interchanged between the men’s and women’s sections. To start off, you searched through the hats of all shapes and kinds.

“What about this hat?” Kate asked while placing it on your head.

The hat was tan, with a long brim in the front and the back. It was far from your style.

“I’m going to respectfully pass on this one,” you told Kate.

“Fine, be that way,” she mocked.

You laughed and continued looking through the other merchandise. There were little to no options for jeans, but you managed to find a couple pairs to last you the trip.

In addition, you found a selection of shirts, flannels, and utility jackets. You wanted to be prepared for anything that you may have to face, especially now that you knew what to expect.

You felt another hat being placed on your head and you turned around to face Yelena. “What about this one?”

The way her eyes looked up at you suddenly had you at a loss for words. You played it off the best you could by hiding your face, turning to the closest mirror to look at the hat.

“I have to say, you have good taste Belova.” The hat she picked out was a coffee color with a shorter and flat brim all around. It was the perfect amount of country and casual.

“It suits you,” she commented.

This time, you took your chance and smiled back at her in the mirror. The moment didn’t last long once the store bell rang and a few men walked in.

Yelena was immediately on alert, even if the guests weren’t necessarily threats. Everyone had to be evaluated and assumed as such.

The men were serious looking and did not look like they belonged around here. They walked around as if everything was unfamiliar to them, making them an even stronger suspect.

Yelena left your side and got everyone else’s attention. Now that everyone was aware of the strangers, Yelena went outside to wait on them. Though she liked to mess around, Yelena knew when to snap into Avengers mode in order to fulfill her duties.

You walked over to Peter, Kate, and Kamala. “What was that all about?”

“Yelena said she was going to stake out outside until they’re gone. She wanted to scope out their vehicle and if there was anyone else with them,” Kate said.

“How does she even know they’re bad guys?” Kamala asked.

“She doesn’t, but she has a feeling. I trust her,” you told her. For the short time that you had known Yelena, there were few instances where her gut was wrong.

For the rest of your time spent inside the store, you and the other three killed time while the strange men finished up their business. After several minutes, they left with tactical gear, which did not help their case in being any less suspicious.

You took it upon yourself to bring your haul up to the counter to pay. You ended the trip with a couple pairs of boots and jeans, several shirts, jackets, and one hat, specifically the hat that Yelena picked out.

“Here use this.” Peter handed you a card he picked from the depths of his pocket. “It’s from Mr Stark.”

“Sweet!” Kamala squealed.

You took it without question because you knew you couldn’t pay for it yourself. The others laid their picks on the counter as well to pay for it as a whole. You bid the owner a goodbye and thank you as you all took your things and left.

As you exited the building, you found Yelena outside on the porch in an old rocking chair. “What took you so long?” she complained.

“You told us you were watching the guys leave so we stayed inside. Was that wrong?” Kate matched her energy.

“I don’t suppose so,” Yelena said with a groan as she pushed herself out of the chair.

“Well, what did you see?” you asked, since it clearly didn’t seem like she was going to continue the conversation.

“Oh yes, they’re definitely bad,” she chuckled. “They left in a hurry, dust everywhere behind them. They were driving a large black military vehicle of sorts.”

“We should tell Mr Stark,” Peter said, worryingly.

“We don’t know anything for sure, so we will be cautious until the time comes,” Yelena rebuked. “Now, we should go. I’m tired of these people looking at me like I have one too many eyes.”

You looked around at several people slowing their walk to observe the young group of you. “I hate it here,” Kamala said.

“Come on, let’s go,” you said, while placing your hand on her arm and leading her to the truck.

Each of you piled in once again, but you took the liberty of stealing the passenger's seat. To your surprise, Yelena climbed into the driver’s seat. You didn’t expect to be in this position once again, but you weren’t complaining.

The drive back to base went much faster than going, especially since there were less nagging voices whining in your ears. Peter and Kamala were just sleeping against one another and Kate was staring out the window, the same as you.

“So, which hat did you go with? The right one I hope,” Yelena said.

“You would be correct. I went with yours.”

“See, nobody listens to me. I have good style!”

You smiled shyly. “You definitely do, there’s no doubt about that.”

You couldn’t help but take a glance at her chosen outfit today. She had a simple button up that was disguised by a beige work coat and another black trench type coat on top. In addition, she had a red bandana wrapped around her neck that matched the red feather poking out on her hat.

It was clear that you weren’t being very discreet about your admiration because Yelena was staring right back at you. This didn’t last long before she swerved back onto the road since she found herself drifting off of it.

You hid your laugh by looking outside your window. You caught a glance of Kate in the side mirror of her smirking face. It was the equivalent of getting caught by your parents in the act. Your face blushed hot in embarrassment and you hoped Kate would forget the act all together. Unfortunately, that was not the case.

When you arrive back to base, you and the rest of the group grab your things and haul them inside. Steve and Bucky looked as if they were just rolling back in on their horses, but no one else was outside.

“Successful trip?” Steve yelled.

“We got what we came for, let’s say that,” Kate responded, quickly running over to you. “What happened back there with you and Yelena?”

You shushed her and looked around for Yelena, but somehow she had already run inside. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t bring that up,” you groaned.

“Wouldn’t bring what up?” Kamala asked, now joining the group. You sighed again.

“Y/n and Yelena had a weird moment on the drive home and it made Yelena swerve off the road,” Kate explained. It was like torture listening to the story once again as if you didn’t already live it.

“Nothing happened! She just couldn’t see or something and accidentally drove off the road.” You tried to justify the coincidence of you and Yelena exchanging glances the same time Yelena decided to use the dirt as a road.

“Right,” Kate smiled, “nothing happened.”

Once the three of you walked inside, all conversation on the topic ceased thankfully. You were greeted by soft music playing from the turntable and the smell of food. Clint and Wanda were in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, while Nat and Sam were concentrating on playing a card game in the living room.

“Wow, what did you guys do-”

“Shhh!” Nat quieted Kamala. “We’ve been going at this for hours and I am not losing to him.”

“Him has a name you know,” Same said, offended.

“It’s probably best if we leave,” you whispered.

You guys walked down the hallway to your room and made yourself at home. You took it upon yourself to fold your new clothes into your trunk to have them neatly packed away.

The rest of the night consisted of a comforting meal and many conversations. You weren’t sure what the next day held, but everyone conveniently called it a night very early which didn’t displease you, as you fell asleep faster than you anticipated.

.

.

.

You weren’t sure what time it was, but you awoke quite suddenly to crashing coming from outside of your room. When you sat up, Kate was half way out the door and Kamala was starting to sit up to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

When Kate opened the door a man flew through it a few seconds later, slamming into the wall behind Kate and causing the three of you to scream.

“What the hell is going on!” Kate yelled.

“You’re a little late to the party!” Nat said, while choke-slamming someone into the ground.

You and Kamala pulled yourself together and ran into the hallways. From a distance, you saw Wanda levitating another man in the hair with her red, then throwing him out the front door.

The main room was chaos. Steve and his shield were having their way with someone, along with Sam in another corner. The house was too crowded so you, Kate, and Kamala ran outside to find another way to contribute.

Outside, Bucky and Yelena were using hand to hand combat to their advantage. Everything felt like a dream and you couldn’t quite take everyone seriously due to the fact that everyone was fighting in their pajamas. Yelena was beside the house with knives in hand, swinging them closer with each swipe at the man’s neck.

You felt an arrow zoom by and looked up to see Clint up on the roof for a better view. As you accounted for the fight inside and out, you tried to conjure up a plan to end this.

“Kamala, follow me,” you whispered.

She followed you while you ran to the barn. It didn’t take you long to find a gallon or two of gasoline that was residing right inside the doors. For an extra measure, you took a couple handfuls of hay.

Once you were back outside, you instructed her to help spread the gasoline all over the front lawn. On top, you sprinkled the hay to disguise the liquid, as well enhance what was coming to them soon.

You looked at Yelena once again and found her at the wrong time. She had been flipped onto the ground with a man standing over her with her own knife.

Kamala noticed and took quick action. With the power in her bangle, she conjured up her light and sent it flying Yelena’s way. It was measured perfectly, the small shard going directly through his neck. He fell to the ground rapidly, leaving a splatter of blood across Yelena’s face.

Yelena stood up out of breath. “Thanks,” she said to Kamala.

“Alright, we need to keep watch to see who all makes it out and then hopefully all goes according to plan,” you told Kamala and Yelena.

The three of you hit behind the side of the barn where you were still able to have a good view of the front of the house. Within a few minutes, the remaining men ran out of the house.

“There they are!” Kamala yelled.

That was your queue. You closed your eyes and quieted your breathing. Warmth spread from your wrists down into your hands and suddenly a ball of fire was formed before your very eyes. You cast the ball into a long stream of fire that shot directly into the puddles of liquid on the ground.

The gas caught fire immediately, as well as conveniently when the men ran into it. The three men left found themselves engulfed in flames, dancing around trying everything they could to put it out. The rest of the team inside came running out at the sound of screams.

After a few moments, the screams died just as fast as the men that snuck into the house. Everyone contributed to patting the fire with their feet to put out the weak flames.

“Quick thinking, y/n,” said Steve. “Is everyone okay? Belova?”

“Not my blood,” Yelena said, referring to her painted face.

“How did this happen, Steve? I thought Tony worked out all the logistics of this whole shield thing,” Nat said.

“I thought so too. I’ll get in contact with him tomorrow to figure something out to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

You walked over to the charred ground littered with the fallen men. The closest to you was facing the ground, but you flipped him over with your foot so that he was facing the sky.

You heard footsteps behind you. “It’s them,” Yelena said. “The men from town.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Positive, even with his face half melted. I know it’s him.”

You looked down at his body and a chill ran through you. A surface of untouched skin faced towards you with a large and undeniable brand of the Hydra logo you were far from fond of.

“And so it begins.”

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'Tis the Bishova season 💜

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Claiming my spot as the cowboy Kate chapter two announcement post if you’ll let me 🤭

Title: Outlawed (2/4)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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Summary: When y/n returns to her hometown of Barton Hollow she stumbles across an outlaw in dire need of help. Together, the two navigate complicated feelings, and demons from their past that are determined to destroy them in the way only the Wild West could.

Warnings: murder, domestic abuse, parental abuse, canon-typical violence, mentions of brothels, reader is called slut (not in a fun way lol), use of a knife (for cooking purposes), gun usage, spit (also not in a fun way), Horrible grammar I do not proofread, we die like cowboys

[A/n: Let's pretend that I didn't forget about this au for a few months, let's also pretend that I have a plan for where to take this plot... I totally do... totally honestly do and don't just plan to have them hate fuck. Enjoy!]

The homestead was nothing but barebones, every crack that was once reinforced by your fathers cracked and aged hands had corroded and allowed the red clay dust to infiltrate. Transients had slept in beds that were once yours and had eaten at hand-crafted tables that you crouched over, shoveling eggs into your mouth and minding your manners, careful to keep your elbows off the wood. Ideas of a house, but never a home.

You’d tied Othello out back. The house was far enough away from town that your presence here wouldn’t draw immediate attention, but you didn’t want to take any chances. Not with an obvious outlaw in your possession. There was enough food in your own pack to keep you sustained for at least a month. You’d stretch it. Find a way to stretch it.

“She’s a real sonabitch, Thello.” You’d griped to the animal as she lounged in the stretching shade of the house, tail flicking back and forth. You pressed your full weight down on the iron handle of the water pump, displeased with it’s resistance. “We saved her from certain death, and she has the nerve, the absolute nerve to give me attitude? Nothin’but trouble. Should have left her in the damn desert.”

You wouldn’t have. Your conscious wouldn’t allow it, and if it did, you would have turned right around and wasted your time loading her onto the back of Othello. She huffed in response, knowing exactly what you were thinking. You got the lever of the pump down for the first time and you were promptly rewarded with a mechanical gurgle, but no water.

“And you know what else? She’s an outlaw.” Othello chuffed, stamped her foot. A clear move of defiance that pleased you enough. Such a good listener. “An outlaw! I don’t feel bad for takin’ her belongings, no sir, I be she took them off some poor fellow first. Doesn’t quite explain the engraving, but hell. This creates a shit storm for the two of us.”

Your voice strained at the end as you pushed the rusted lever down once more, hands burning from the assault of the sun. Once more, an offensive rumble. This time a brown sludge moved from the mouth of the spigot and plopped onto the dry ground.

“You speak of me so fondly, sweetheart.”

Both of your hands were braced on the lever, full body weight aimed to push down. You felt indecent, in nothing more than a tank-top and the blood-marked pants that you’d worn when you’d plugged her wounds the night before. You were covered in a layer of sweat and dirt. Somehow you looked worse for wear than she did.

Kate wore her jacket despite the heat, no doubt covering her wound from you. Her hand was slipped underneath it, clutching at her ribs. She had put her boots back on and scowled at you from the shade behind the screen door. Her slate eyes sparking something serious as she kicked it open in a flurry of dust.

She took a confident step down that had a swaying gait. The type of walk of someone who was compensating for an injury. You crossed your arms over your chest, steeling your jaw. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Far the fuck away from you.”

“You’re hurt, Kate. And I still have your pistol.”

Her eyes flicked angrily towards you as she sauntered past, cowboy hat dipped low over her gaze. “Keep it, Doc. Hope you can shoot better than you can stitch.”

Kate Bishop’s left leg was lagging behind her right and you watched as she slowed even in her preamble a few feet into the endless red desert. Othello gave you a pleading look as if you were supposed to stop the determined outlaw. There was nothing but miles and miles of stretching sand and endless heat that bore down on the both of you. She would certainly drop in the next fifty feet and turn to bone by the end of the week. Coyotes would pick them clean by the next and you could mount them above the hearth like a prize.

“You don’t even have water!”

“Don’t look like you do either.”

You grimaced and slammed down the lever until it bottomed out. It gave way to a steel murmur before a tantalizing flow crashed into the packed dirt. You let it run from brown until it was clear and cold. It was a shock to your fingers, a relief against the heat. The sigh that escaped your lungs was as much a taunt as it was a relief.

Kate has stopped in her spot. Her hands were balled at her side and her head dropped in defeat. She turned her cheek towards you, glared as if you’d offered snake venom instead of solace. You had wet both of your hands and ran them through your hair, letting the cool water drip down your face and soak into your shirt with a grin.   

“What is your deal?” She grit out, slamming back towards you with as much speed as she could muster, her finger suddenly jabbing into your shoulder, tips of her boots splashing in the mud. “You rob me like I’m not a dead woman walkin’ and then you fix me up, and convince me not to walk into the desert after I tell you I’m an outlaw. Why can’t you just let me go?”

She had a snarl to her lip, her eyebrows furrowed and a small cut at her brow. You couldn’t help yourself. You flicked the brim of her hat. Her fingers grabbed your wrist with an iron grip and an animalistic growl. “Alright, alright. Don’t pop a stitch, cowboy.”

Kate must have felt the ache of her exertion because she squatted down and cupped her hands under the steady stream of water and allowed herself to drink, peering up at you under the shadow of her hat. You couldn’t deny her beauty, even in the paleness of her exhaustion. Her shoulders were crouched, her jaw clenched. She nearly looked feral. Guarded. Someone who had never known peace. You relented.

“I didn’t study medicine for convenience, Kate. There is kindness in my heart, curiosity there. I couldn’t leave you.”

 She hummed around a swallow of water, righted herself with great difficulty that made your fingers twitch. You were quite certain that she’d bat you away if you offered up any extra support. She’d bite you and transfer her canine qualities through it.

“You got any food, Doc?”

“You were about to walk into the desert and die five second ago and now you want food?”

She shrugged dejectedly “Pissin’ you off makes me hungry.”

Likewise. You’d had some dehydrated meat and broth that you could do something with. Pressing the lever down and shutting off the lever before making your way back into the house. You were sure Kate would follow with the promise of a meal. She’d flopped herself into one of the chairs at the table, much like your father did after a long day at work, yet she did so in an endearing way.

You busied yourself with the gas stove, with the supplies that you’d thought to bring with you from the last town you could stop in without being hunted like prey. Othello was strong and loyal, and you were thankful for that. Thankful for her. Bartons Hollow was the last place you wanted to be.

“Your old man make this?”

Kate’s voice was surprisingly tender. You turned from the counter, having been wiped of dust.  A warm breeze pushed past a window you’d propped open, cooled the warmth in your cheeks. She was running her calloused fingers over the top of the table, the grooves and the sods.

You nodded, “He was a woodworker. Thought himself like Jesus, if you’d believe it. Didn’t stop his drinkin’ any. But He was good at carving. If you stop at any house or business in Barton Hollow you’ll see his work. It lasted longer than he did. On account of the drinkin.”

You were very aware that you were rambling. The knife you were using came down hard on the carrot that you were chopping. The steady sound filled the room. Kate shifted in her chair and it creaked under her weight. “He beat you?”

“You’re good at small talk.”

“Just a question.”

“Most men that drink do.”

You dropped the sliced vegetable into the broth. A spiced scent filled the kitchen, and it made your stomach clench. Maybe it was the conversation that had it tightening. You’d moved onto the dehydrated meat, pushing the blade into the bloodied flesh, the tendons that distracted you from the overwhelming feeling of being back in this house. Back in this town.

Kate moved with a silence that was unmatched. Even with her injury. Her spiced metallic scent had filled your lungs, but it didn’t startle you. You let your gaze land on her as she leaned against the counter next to you. She watched as your hands stilled, the blade expertly trained at the center of the meat.

“I kill men like that.” Kate swallowed thickly, watched as your stare remained neutral, but remained on her own. “Men who don’t know how to stop. Who think that they control the world just because they’re men. Sometimes I kill important men and that gets me into some hot water, but that doesn’t mean they’re not men who don’t deserve it.”

You breathed out, moving the meat to the broth, giving your hands something to do, setting the knife flat against the counter and wiping the pink juice onto the nearest towel. It was suddenly too cold and slimy against your palms and you didn’t like the feel of it.

Kate gently moved your stare to hers with a surprisingly smooth finger at your chin, directing your attention fully to her own. Tepid gray eyes begging for approval. “Does that scare you?”

“Not as much as it should.”

She dropped her hand, but not her attention. Your stomach flipped at the undivided observation. It shot right to your head and made you feel fuzzy. You could see her freckles this close, her scars and the cracks her lips. The ones you wanted to soothe.

They finally flicked behind you to the white doorframe leading to the living area. To the lead markings that tracked your height. Her shoulder brushed against yours in immense heat, fingers brushing the cursive that tracked your height throughout the years. “Mm, so you were always short, y/n.”

Your name dripped like hot honey from her lips. A genuine smile interrupted her face in a brilliant way. You had to turn to the food, stirring it to keep it from burning. She was pulling you in, and fast. A roguish type of charm that you were sure got Kate Bishop far in life.

“m’not short. Just not as tall as you are.” You frowned, watching the stew bubble, a pleasant smell filling your lungs. “Were you worried I was going to outlaw the outlaw?”

Kate hesitated, her fingers pausing at your last measurement of height. Your mother had stopped taking stock of you when you hit middle school. Your father wanted to stop marking the architecture and as you got older, you started to spend as much time as you could away from home, and with the town physician instead, shadowing him. Learning what you could. What he allowed.

“A little,” She sounded small. Vulnerable. “Played my hand. Got nowhere else to go.”

You flicked the gas stove off and dished out two helpings of stew. The comfortable heat of it brushing against your forearms as you situated both bowls on the table that was steady between you both. Kate waited for you to settle in the first empty chair before she took the other one, suddenly concerned about manners. A stark change, a posh one, that had been embedded within her, you were sure.

“I’m not expectin’ you to go to bat for me if it comes to it.” Kate said, filling the stretching silence, scooping up a helping of stew and speaking around it “I dug my grave, sweetheart, I can lay in it. Christ, this is delicious.”

You took a bite of your own food, relished in the way it quelled your hunger “Good, cause’ I won’t. I don’t expect you to do the same. Mutual destruction an’ all that. I’ve got some business to take care of in town that’s not savory. Might have to split quickly. You can stay here. Doesn’t belong to me anyway, bank owns it.”

This caught her attention. She was smirking at you now, shoveled a large bite of potato into her mouth and kicked you under the table as she chewed thoughtfully.

“Ow? Ow! What?”

“What’d you do?”

“Didn’t do a thing.” You frowned at her, “Town just doesn’t like me. You bed the wrong’ daughters and call out the wrong people for their blasphemy and all of the sudden you’re a pariah. A disgrace to the family name. Last thing I need to do is show up with a pretty woman after years of being independent.”

“let me come with you.”

“Did you not hear what I just said?”

“No, I heard you” Kate grinned cockily “But I can take care of myself, and it sound like you can too. You don’t want to show me where you grew up, Doc? Least you can do after you robbed me.”

You huffed and tilted your bowl, draining the rest of the bone broth. “Saved you, you mean. You would have bled out without me. Picked to the bone by vultures. When are you going to let that go?”

Kate leaned forward on her hand, jutting her lip out in a mock pout “When I get my pistol back.”

“Forget it. You get it back when you convince me you’re not going to put a slug between my eyes in my sleep.”

 “I’d never waste a bullet on a beautiful girl.” She deepened her pout, kicking you under the table again with impressive accuracy. She was wearing your resolve down. “Let me come with you.”  

You leaned back in the chair, watching her carefully. She’d lifted her hat enough to give you access to her eyes. They were true. She couldn’t get far with her injury, and even if she did bolt, there wasn’t too much you’d do to stop her. A subtle ache in your chest would be the only thing proving your worth. A memory of an outlaw. It would be nice to have her with you, sure. Of course.

So finally, you acquiesced, trying to ignore the dazzling smile she produced and the warm feeling it conjured in your stomach. She was a stranger. She was an outlaw. She was giving you a damn headache.

Bartons Hollow is nothing more than a main street bordered by a general store, a post office, waterhole, library, and a few other stops that had been in and out over the years. A the head is town hall, flat buildings with even flatter fronts to brave the winds. A few carved pathways that branched off to unsavory community centers and bunkhouses.

“What is the Palace of Pleasures?”

Kate’s breath was molten against the shell of your ear. You’d brought Othello to a slow walk. Her arms were around your waist. It took a good amount of convincing to have her take up residence behind you. But, it was your horse, so she eventually gave in with the threat to make her walk.

Her chin rests on your shoulder, her hands interlocked right above the button of your pants, thumbs pressed against your navel. Her cheek is nuzzled against yours. If people were not to talk of your return, they certainly were bound to now. You swallowed the dryness in your throat. Brought on by the sand, you were sure.

“Planning to bide your time there, Bishop?”

“Planning to join me?”

She laughed something genuine, the sound vibrating against your back. You lead Othello to the nearest tying post by the edge of town before the both of you dismounted. It made you nervous, leaving her here. But you did so, just the same, with a parting brush through her mane and an adjustment to the collar of your own shirt. You were stalling. Ignoring the looming prospect before you. Checking and double checking the pistol in your belt. The second one at the small of your back. Kate’s weaponry.

“You all sorted out?” She snorted.

“Just fine.” Your shoulder shoved into hers when you walked past, knocking her a little off kilter. “Stay behind me.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

The Brass Stag was a typical saloon, a reprieve from the boiling sun. Above was a bunkhouse not as quiet as the other in town but half the price. This time in the afternoon granted you some quiet but a general crowd was gathered. Frothy drinks were being served and the light followed you in with a puff of dust. Warmth clung to your clothes to fight off the chill that lingered.

Kate stumbled against you, taking your earlier warning to stay close a little too seriously. You leveled her with a glare, to which she shrugged sheepishly but directed her attention to the liquor with apt joy. Instead, you were focused on the woman manning the bar.

Russet red hair was mostly pinned up, some terrasses falling over broad shoulders. Her neckline dipped low over pale skin. Sharp fern-colored eyes glared down at the countertop before shooting up to yours. You watched as her fingers twitched, and then moved without consequence to the double-barreled shotgun hanging above the bar.

She cocked the gun, aimed it directly at your head. The silence that washed over The Brass stag was about to be shattered by your brain matter. “I told you never to come back here.”

But there was something else. Kate’s hand was around your center, pulling you close to her front. You were enveloped in her warm metallic sent and worried for her wounds. For the simple fact that she had been on her feet for so long. For the even simpler fact that she’d taken her pistol from the small of your back and aimed it right back at the woman behind the bar.

“Now, you can scare away all your business with a half-ass attempt to blow this beauties head clean off, but I must warn you, I never miss my target.”

“Natasha, let me explain. No one has to get hurt.”

Her stare hardened, grip readjusted on her weapon “Worse than what you’ve already done?”

Kate pulled back on the hammer of her weapon with a mechanical click. You stiffened, her thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt. You felt comfortable in her grip. As comfortable as you could be with a shotgun aimed right at you. There was an undeniable tension, so palpable it was resting heavily against your chest. Suffocating you.

“I’ll keep my eyes closed, give you an advantage.” Kate taunted with a clear smirk in her words. “Even shoot you in the hand so you can pour me a drink afterwards.”

Natasha snarled back “Will you tamp her down?”

“Afraid even God himself couldn’t do that, ma’am. I just want to talk.”

Natasha drew in a breath large enough to show in her chest, stone stare flicking from Kate to you, not much of a distance. She lowered the muzzle of her gun. Soon it was pointed at the floor, but not remounted.  Kate waited three pounding beats of your heart before she shoved the tip of the weapon back into waistband of your pants, hand lingering for just a moment too long around your midsection before withdrawing like a serpent.

“Whatever you have to say,” Natasha rumbled with a critical glare, “You’ll do it fast, and you’ll do it standing.”  

You approached the bar, but stopped a good half-foot away from it, not wanting to get any closer to the woman that you grew up with. Closer to her younger sister, watcher her with wonder from afar, with pride in your chest and jealousy against your skin. Now, she looked exhausted, worn and pale and dimmed by the smoke that drifted from a rolled cigarette the burned green in a nearby ashtray.

“What about that drink, then?” Kate asked.

Natasha glowered at her, grabbed a crystal glass from the behind the counter. She reeled back, making a lewd noise in the back of her throat before spitting a mixture of mucus and saliva into the base of the cup. She filled it with whiskey then, before sliding it towards Kate with an expectant look. “Five cents.”

Kate blinked at her, then looked at you. “You got five cents, doc?”

Christ. You wished she wouldn’t have said that. Natasha had a shocked expression on her face, eyes flickering to yours with a form of shock instead of the normal anger that flushed her features on any given day. Her grip on the counter loosened and her shoulders dropped in the slightest bit.

“You’re a doctor, then? A legitimate physician? Not that bullshit witchcraft that Maximoff used to pull?”

“Would it make a difference if I was?”

Natasha’s jaw clenched, unclenched. “Alexi is sick. I would be inclined to let you live long enough to defend yourself if you’d take a look at em’”

“You’d put your pride aside long enough to let me?”

“Don’t push it, y/n.” her nose twitched. “Strange died two years back. We ain’t got no real help around here. Clint prays hard and we pray harder but it only gets us so far during the drought. Be good to have a doctor around, even if it is you. Folks may be willing to overlook your discretions in exchange for reliefs.”

“And what discretions were those, exactly?” Kate reached for the drink, it was shoved away by Natasha’s lithe fingers.

“Ask her. So willing to shoot for a woman you barely know.” Natasha laughed bitterly. “Learn your loyalty, kid. Your doctor might be a little too good with her hands. Rumor spreads like wildfire round here.”

“You pointed a shotgun at her because she’s a slut?” She looked at you tenderly, holding up a hand “Sorry, sweetheart.”

Natasha shook her head, clicking her tongue “Oh no, plenty of people are sluts. Not all of em’ kill the Pastors daughter.”

[noturlondonboy]

Some snippets of Yelena in cowboy!kate and Kate in puppy!yelena that I will hopefully be sharing the full things for soon

Yelena scoffs, her brow furrowed as she looks down at herself. God, the dress Natasha had forced her into was a monstrosity, all frilly bows and itchy lace that scratched unpleasantly at her skin. Don’t even get her started on the color- who’s bright idea was it to make this horrid shade of green wearable? She would look better in one of the empty peanut sacks that hung over the tavern windows as makeshift curtains.

Natasha told her the color matched her eyes, which Yelena had repaid with a well placed blow to her sister's breast.

“Nothing about this is ladylike, Tasha,” Yelena hisses thickly, barely resisting the urge to snap her teeth when her sister swiped her elbows off of the gritty countertop for the third time in a row. The barmaid was starting to give them strange looks, as was the tavern keeper, and Yelena forced herself to sit up straight, flashing a smile that was admittedly too much teeth.

Lucky and Fanny quickly greeted her, eyes bright and tails swishing with nails clicking on the tile. Kate knelt down and met them halfway with soft coos. “Hi babies, hi my babies.”

A soft whine broke through the silence for a moment, and Kate thought nothing of it as she scratched the pup’s heads, gently hushing them and kissing their heads. The sound echoed through the apartment again, and Kate stopped this time, her hands stilling in golden and cream fur. Both dogs were silent, peering up at her quizzically, but her focus had shifted.

“Yelena?”

[tilmyworldfadesaway]

FEMALE CHARACTER LIST

2D & 3D

♡ = personajes que están en mi álbum y a los que les busco más actividad, sin embargo yo feliz de rolear a cualquier niña de esta lista.

2D CHARACTERS

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Azula

Katara

Black Clover

Noelle Silva

BLEACH

Rangiku Matsumoto

Orihime Inoue ♡

Yoruichi Shihōin

Bambietta Basterbine

Castlevania

Lenore

Maria Renard

Sypha Belnades

Chainsaw Man

Himeno

Makima ♡

Power ♡

Code Geass

C.C ♡

Kallen Kōzuki

Euphemia li Britannia ♡

Cowboy Bebop

Faye Valentine

Darkstalkers

Morrigan Aensland ♡

D.Gray-man

Lenalee Lee ♡

DanMachi

Ais Wallenstein

Hestia

Devil May Cry

Lady

Dr. Stone

Kohaku ♡

Amaryllis

Yuzuriha Ogawa

Dragon Ball

Zamasu Female

Bulma ♡

No. 18 ♡

Edens Zero

Rebecca Bluegarden

Fairy Tail

Lucy Heartfilia ♡

Fate

Artoria Pendragon ♡

Ereshkigal ♡

Fujimaru Ritsuka (Gudako) ♡

Gilgamesh Female ♡

Ishtar ♡

Jeanne d'Arc ♡

Karna Female

Mash Kirielight ♡

Mordred ♡

Nero Claudius ♡

Okita Sōji

Rin Tohsaka ♡

Scáthach ♡

Arjuna Female

Final Fantasy

Aerith Gainsborough

Tifa Lockhart ♡

Free!

Haruka Nanase Female ♡

Fullmetal Alchemist

Winry Rockbell ♡

GANTZ

Reika Shimohira ♡

Genshin Impact

Lumine ♡

Raiden Ei ♡

Yae Miko ♡

Yelan ♡

Jean Gunnhildr ♡

Beidou ♡

Zhongli Female ♡

Granblue Fantasy

Sandalphon Female

Hibike Euphonium

Reina Kousaka

Honkai: Star Rail

Kafka

Horimiya

Kyoko Hori ♡

Howl's Moving Castle

Sophie Hatter

Hunter x Hunter

Hisoka Female

Kurapika Female ♡

Machi Komachine

InuYasha

Kagome Higurashi ♡

Inuyashiki

Mari Inuyashiki

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nobara Kugisaki ♡

Mahito Female

Utahime Iori

Kasumi Miwa

Kanojo, Okarishimasu

Chizuru Ichinose

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji ♡

Daki

League of Legends

Ahri ♡

Caitlyn Kiramman ♡

Evelynn

Jinx

Kai'Sa ♡

Luxanna Crownguard ♡

Nami ♡

Seraphine ♡

Vi

Xayah ♡

Irelia ♡

Sona ♡

Akali

Alune

Life is Strange

Chloe Price

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Kougyoku Ren ♡

Metal Gear Solid

Eva Sears

Naomi Hunter

Quiet

Erina Volkova (OC) ♡

My Hero Academia

Katsuki Bakugō Female

Shōto Todoroki Female ♡

Momo Yaoyorozu ♡

Nejire Hadō

Rumi Usagiyama

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED/Destiny

Lunamaria Hawke

Nana

Nana Osaki

Layla Serizawa

Nanatsu no Taizai

Elizabeth Liones

Naruto/Boruto

Hinata Hyūga ♡

Ino Yamanaka ♡

Sakura Haruno ♡

Sarada Uchiha

Sasuke Uchiha Female

Ada ♡

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Asuka Langley ♡

Noragami

Hiyori Iki

One Piece

Hiyori Kozuki

Koala

Nami ♡

Reiju Vinsmoke

Trafalgar Law Female ♡

Ulti

Yamato ♡

Nico Robin

Vivi Nefertari

Boa Hancock

One Punch-Man

Fubuki

Ranma ½

Akane Tendō

Ranma Saotome Female

Shanpū

Re:Zero

Emilia

Resident Evil

Ada Wong ♡

Ashley Graham

Claire Redfield

Jill Valentine

Rebecca Chambers

Sherry Birkin

Rurouni Kenshin

Tomoe Yukishiro

Kaoru Kamiya

Shingeki no Kyojin

Historia Reiss ♡

Mikasa Ackerman ♡

Sono Bisque Doll

Marin Kitagawa ♡

Spy x Family

Yor Briar ♡

Street Fighter

Cammy

Chun-Li

Sword Art Online

Asuna Yūki ♡

Quinella

Alice Schuberg

Suguha Kirigaya

Tenjō Tenge

Maya Natsume

The King of Fighters

Athena Asamiya

Mai Shiranui ♡

Iori Yagami Female

The Legend of Zelda

Zelda (TP, SS ♡, BOTW-TOTK ♡)

Tokyo Ghoul

Touka Kirishima

Tokyo Revengers

Emma Sano

Hinata Tachibana ♡

Izana Kurokawa Female ♡

Manjiro Sano Female

Akane Inui

Wolfs Rain

Cheza

Yū Yū Hakusho

Keiko Yukimura

3D CHARACTERS

DC comics

Barbara Gordon (Batgirl)

Donna Troy (Wonder Girl)

Kara Zor-El

Mera

Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)

Selina Kyle (Catwoman)

Euphoria

Cassie Howard

Jules Vaughn

The Walking Dead

Alicia Clark

Rosita Espinosa

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Alicent Hightower

Cersei Lannister

Daenerys Targaryen

Lyanna Stark

Margaery Tyrell

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Sansa Stark

MARVEL comics

Christine Palmer

Gwen Stacy

Jean Grey

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Maze Runner

Teresa Agnes

Star Wars

Padmé Amidala

Qi'ra

The 100

Lexa

The Vampire Diaries

Elena Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

The Witcher

Yennefer de Vengerberg

Faceclaims asiáticos para diversas tramas

Hanni Pham / NewJeans

Jin-ri Choi (Sulli) / F(x)

Jennie Kim / BLACK PINK

Kiko Mizuhara

Soo Jung (Krystal) / F(x)