#mama alena

[themratts]

alena is turning 45 soon

[kissitbttr]

toji fushiguro is no blind man. he knows his wife is drop dead gorgeous and knows how to make heads turn with her presence. that’s why he didn’t give up for six months to score a date with you. and now, the two of you are blessed with a healthy marriage and little alena—another baby is on the way though—

even with a swollen belly and the weight gain you complain so much, he still thinks his wife is the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. no amount layer of fat is going to change that and he will not rest until you realize that.

unfortunately for him? he’s not the only one who has eyes on his wife.

because as you both are standing in the hallway of alena’s kindergarten, he watches the amount of teachers and married men (gross) do a double take when you enter. eyeing you up and down like you’re a piece of meat, not realizing the intimidating man you call your husband is next to you.

his hand snakes around your waist before drawing your body closer. “have i ever told how good you look mama?”

you smile as you feel his lips pressing against your temple, hand squeezing your hip. “everyday, baby”

his eyes then wander to your figure and your pregnant belly. “you picked the right dress, huh?” the material of it compliments every curve you have so well, yet it still manages to make you look so elegant.

“well, i like to make an entrance” you reply in a sassy tone, flipping your ponytail a bit making him chuckle.

“that you did—noticed how the people here can’t stop looking at you?” he asks, guiding you towards alina’s classroom while subtly shooting a glare to anyone who’s undressing you with their eyes,

that tone, you can simply pick up. causing your head to tilt back to look at him. “easy, handsome—you look like you’re about to kill every single person in this room” with a giggle to finish,

“i may have left my old past but that doesn’t mean I won’t go back if it’s for you, doll” he grumbles, eyes searching through his daughter,

with a hum, it’s your turn to press a kiss on his scarred lip—your favorite spot to place it—“you’re so sexy i might just hop on it tonight” you whisper to him discreetly,

“damn” he wolf whistles, “i do love me a pregnant wife but our son in your tummy is probably going to hear all that, baby”

you pout, hand rubbing the belly. “we’ll do it at midnight and baby megumi wouldn’t hear a thing”

again, he barks out a laugh. “that’s not how it works sweetheart”

“yes it does!”

[berberriescorner]

“Are You Listening?”

Interlude: “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Issa Interlude, mama. Expect the unexpected.

Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, and drinking-little libation for the one, two.

Word Count: 1,700+.

A/N: My lovelies! My babies! Mama’s back and I got a little sum-sum for ya! Let’s start this weekend with a little Rio and the crew, yeah? Yeah. I want to give so many thanks to all of you sweet lovelies who have been rocking with me this entire time. Most of you know that the past year and a half has been quite the struggle. To everybody who took time out of your day to come and check in on me, please know that I’m appreciative and forever grateful to have connected with such amazing people🥹♥️. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks as well💓. I’m a little rusty, so be gentle with your girl. Enjoy my sweet babies.  Before anyone asks, yes, I’ve been working on Pt. 4😂😏😈.

"Are You Listening?" - The Playlist

Apple Music.

Spotify.

Part One Here.

Part Two Here.

Part Three Here.

Inspired By:

Your body pressed down into the plush mattress as you reveled in the comfort and security of being home. Your mind replayed the image of your mom snatching the door open, the two of you hugging tightly, rocking side to side. You had spent the past week trying to survive final exams and warding off the many questions of, “What’s wrong, baby girl?” The woman who gave you life knew you all too well. Sensing that her youngest baby was struggling, her attempts to get you to open up over the phone went unanswered. With the semester complete, being home didn’t leave much space to dodge the knowing gaze in her eyes. 

That master’s degree will probably be a waste of time.

The moment you pulled away from the hug, she cupped your chin, and your poker face cracked as the tears cascaded down your cheeks. Two hours later, you filled her in on everything from the stress of school, financial aid, working doubles, and the fresh crack in your heart that was taking its sweet-ass time to heal. All of which had only taken about forty minutes to stutter out. The talk and her comfort had left you wiped out, and just like any amazing mother would do, she sent you to your room for a nap and got to work on preparing comfort food.

You considered dozing off for a bit more rest, but your bedroom door flew open, bouncing off the corner of your vanity. Your eyes narrowed to mere slits as you started to curse your oldest brother out. His hand raising halted the verbal reprimand.

“Alena’s big-headed ass is here to see ya mean ass,” he snarked about the woman who would eventually become his wife.

These two bitches are so in love. It’s sickening. The attraction is so annoyingly obvious. Shit makes me sick to my stomach.

Before you could tell him you didn’t want company, she was already in the doorframe. “Uh-uh, bitch you are not about to dodge me for another two weeks.” With those words said, you had no choice but to give her a rundown of what had transpired. Not only had she forced you to divulge every last detail while the two of you hugged and cried together. She also took it upon herself to wiggle you into your best freakum dress and head out for a girl’s night.

Being the baby and the only girl in your family made for very over-the-top protective parents. The moment your father saw your attire, he wouldn’t let up. He was hell-bent on forcing your brothers to chaperone.

It wasn’t a horrible idea.  Only you didn’t like your independence challenged. Luckily, the older siblings were pretty chill, so long as no one was overly aggressive. They had taught you how to handle shit for yourself at a young age. You spent the first half hour in the club pouting and ready to go home to wallow in self-misery.

“Hoe! If you don’t fix your face, scaring off every good-looking man in this club!”

“They’ll be alright, so long as they keep their distance. In case you didn’t get the memo after our long talk. Men make my ass itch,” you growled, kissing your teeth.

“Whateva, you and that stank attitude can have a good time together,” she sassed, throwing up a hand and walking away from the bar.”

“Where are you going? Alena!”

“I’ll be back, damn! Let me go on and annoy them, fine-ass brothers of yours. Be nice, and don’t bite nobody head off, sourpuss.”

“Always thirsting after my blood, just triflin’.”

With the flick of a middle finger, she sauntered over to their section. You could see the irritation rolling off them as she seated herself in the middle. The arguing started seconds later. Your eye twitched at the sight. Swinging the barstool back toward the liquor, you were about to pass the time scrolling through social media. Instead, a set of bronzed-colored, muscular digits came into view. They gently pressed your phone to the bar as the matching digits slid another lemon drop into view. Your eyes danced along those muscular fingers, trailing upward until they landed on one of the sexiest faces you’d ever witnessed. If any other man would’ve done this, he would’ve been set straight expeditiously. In this instance, ole boy was just too damn fine, and it left you on mute. The corners of his mouth lifted into a handsome smirk.

The stranger turned his barstool to get closer. One hand rested on the bar while the other cradled the back of your seat. His eyes roamed over your body, lip tucking between his teeth, matching you stare for stare. He chuckled when he noticed your quirked eyebrow.

“I don’t mean to intrude on ya evening, but I figured you could use another drink.”

“Is that so?”

“Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with your friend. I’m tryin’ to  figure out why these men got your fine ass itching out here.”

Shit, he heard that? Floor, open up and swallow me. That’s so damn embarrassing.

As if reading your thoughts, he continued, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, mama. There’s a lot of boys running around here pretending to be men. Who was crazy enough to fumble you? He gotta be the dumbest man on earth.”

As if on cue, said fumbler’s name popped up on your caller ID. With a swipe of a finger, the phone went silent. You turned back to your new admirer. He had signaled for another round of drinks.

“Either you’re a big spender, or the bartender is your connect,” you teased.

“Connect is one way of putting it. This my spot, darlin’.”

He chuckled as you damn near choked on your drink.

“I’m sorry. Tend to put my foot in my mouth.”

“You good. I like a woman who’s not afraid to speak her mind. Dealing with me, you go to say it with your chest.”

“Oh, so you plan to be around me beyond tonight?”

“Around, underneath, on top. We locked in, mama,” he insisted, licking his lips.

“I don’t even know your name, fool,” you cackled at his cockiness.

“Name’s Rio, but you can call me Christopher, mama. My future wife needs to know my government name. I’m putting my trust in you. Don’t be tellin’ my business, sweetheart.”

“Who says I’m checking for you, Rio?”

“You accepted my company and drinks. Deep down, you’re intrigued by me. Ain’t no need to hide it. When I see something I want, gotta go after it, mama.” he rasped, voice lowering to a panty-dropping level.

“You’re trouble. I just know it.”

Rio planted both hands on your thighs. The gasp that escaped you lit his brown orbs with passion.

“Can I have your undivided attention for the night? Want to get to know you better, mama.”

Grabbing his outstretched hand, he helped you down off the stool.

“Rio…”

Piercing light flickered in the darkness, pulling you from the memory that played itself in your dreams. Your hand snatched the vibrating phone from the table. Your orbs squinted to read the screen, teeth clenching in frustration.

Fucking Rio, I can’t even get away from him in my sleep. Stupid-handsome-asshole.

With a single tap, the phone rested on DND. You closed off from the world to find a peaceful slumber, only to wake from another dream. Throwing the covers back, you startled, feeling the bed dip. His cologne wafted through the air, and your eyes connected.

“Why all the tossing and turning, amor? Hmm,” he rasped, hand trailing up your arm. His warm palm cradled the side of your neck, rubbing away some of the tension.

“Sorry, did my restlessness wake you?”

“No, querida. I’ve been up taking care of some things.”

“Same old Miguel. Everything business. Still don’t sleep much, huh?”

His eyes crinkled with a small smile, but you could also see sadness. It’s the same unhappiness that’s always lingered, only now accompanied by sparks of anger and resentment. Your mind replayed his words in the elevator.

Where’s your wife, Miguel?

She had other plans tonight.

The slightest mention of her had nearly sent his mood spiraling. You weren’t privy to what was happening in his marriage but didn’t want to pry. He would only reverse card uno your ass. Miguel would insist that you vent about your own life and frustrations.

“Thank you for taking the couch,” you nibbled at your lip. 

There was a hint of frustration and guilt lingering in your chest. Not being able to sleep without dreaming of Rio left you feeling conflicted. Part of you wanted to say to hell with loyalty. Being in such a vulnerable state had you craving to be held and cuddled, but regardless of circumstance, the two of you were very much married. Concern swam in the pools of his eyes. Miguel sensed the ongoing dilemma in your head, and his fingers gently cupped your chin.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s all this,” he asked, tugging the lip between your teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

“I can’t,” you sighed.

“You can, and you will. Look at me,” he insisted as your eyes locked.

“Anything you ask me. It won’t leave this room. You need me to hold you until sleep takes over, amor?”

Unable to verbally say it, you gave him a slight head nod. Removing his tie, watch, and shoes, he made it over to the opposite side of the bed. Miguel got right to it, not giving you time to overthink it. He pulled you into his chest, arms engulfing you in a tight hug.

“Were you having nightmares, cariño?”

“No, just happy memories reminding me of the present painful ones,” you replied, voice filling with unshed tears.

“You want to talk about it?”

Silence filled the room as Miguel continued, “We don’t have to ta-.”

His sentence cut short as he felt the tremors and your head burrowed into his side. Miguel’s heart cracked at the sound of the sobs falling from your lips. His arms pulled you further into him until there was no space left, and the palm of his hand rubbed at your head.

“Shhh, you’re okay. I’m here,” he cooed, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.

Miguel continued to whisper calming words. You cried until your head pounded, and sleep took over.

Hope you all enjoyed that little peek into how Rio pulled up on your girl for the first time. He saw something he liked, and he had to have you🥰. We’ll just call this a vague moment of insight into upcoming events...if that makes sense 😆. If you enjoyed please be sure to hit the love button, comment, and reblog. Spread the love, my babies.

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[gustavgiles]

Here's a little Vikdecai fic that I hope you enjoy! It's a Viktor-focused story that I wrote 'cus I wanted to see them make up and kiss. Planning a Mordecai-focused followup that may or may not be spicy!

Some Interesting Viktor Facts/Theories that got into my brain doing a Viktor-focused read of the comic while writing this:

Lackadaisy Anodyne provides a wealth of information about Viktor's family:

He gets letters from his daughter, but *only* his daughter, not from his wife. My read on this is that his wife broke things off with him, rather than the other way around (like Viktor telling them to leave because he wanted them safe or something); that seems like the more likely situation if she's no-contact with Viktor.

His daughter sends him 1-2 letters a year; assuming that she started writing him when he split up with his wife, then that places the breakup at just before 1921 or 1922, depending on what year you think the half-hidden postcard is from.

The Palmer Raid precipitating the riot where Viktor lost his eye, then was arrested and bailed out by Atlas happened January 1920, which about lines up with the time he split up with his wife. I think Viktor going to prison and falling in with Atlas was the inciting incident for Viktor's wife leaving him; my headcanon is she didn't feel like he was able to provide for his family anymore, and was dragging them into a dangerous criminal element.

VIKTOR HAS A CONFIRMED THIRD UNKNOWN PERSON IN HIS PAST THAT I NEVER SEE ANYBODY TALK ABOUT! Alena (his daughter)'s 1926 letter to him reads: "Dear Father, Hello! This is my photo from the start of the school year. I wear my hair much shorter now, and so I wanted to show you. I can't believe it's already the holiday season! Will you write back? You don't have to write in English if you don't like to. I can ask Mama or Tala to translate. Merry Christmas, Alena" WHO THE HELL IS TALA?? Did Viktor's wife re-marry? Did Viktor emigrate with someone else? Is it just some random person in the Slovak community that Alena knows? QUESTIONS. (also this implies that Alena doesn't speak Slovak. I wonder if that hurts Viktor a little.)

Viktor HASN'T OPENED ANY OF ALENA'S LETTERS UNTIL NOW. Why? Does it hurt too much? Can he not find the time? It can't be that he doesn't care about his daughter because he saves the picture of her. STOP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY VIKTOR, LET OTHER PEOPLE MAKE YOU HAPPY

Viktor's wearing what appeared to be Allied gear in Lackadaisy Scrapbook. Slovakians would have been part of the Central Powers, so it seems that Viktor emigrated (with his wife?) to America far before the events of Lackadaisy, and went to war against his own country. He probably had a more difficult time in the war than most people.

Viktor's birthday is Apr. 16, also from Lackadaisy Scrapbook. Maybe some day in the future Mordecai will look up his birthday via his arrest records and make him a little cake???

Tracey describes younger Viktor as "robust and amorous" in an old Q&A which certainly does not describe the current Viktor. He must've been happy and carefree at some point :(.

Tracey also talks a little about how she sees Viktor in another Q&A: "sometimes, drawing snarly Viktor expressions is my favorite thing because I’m thinking of Viktor’s superficially powerful, animal anger and how it only ever ricochets back, making him smaller by increments…" Which is a description that just really resonates with me. He wasn't *always* this sad and angry and lonely, the world's just chipped away at him over the years until he's a raw bundle of nerves. CAN YOU TELL I'M OBSESSED WITH VIKTOR I CAN FIX HIM

[the-cheesy-romanova-campbell]

family tree!

(I have a big one let’s go!)

Parents! :

daniella Romanoff, mama of the year ! @the-good-redheaded-witch

Lincoln Campbell, decent in math but funny! @lincoln-campbell-the-inhuman

Mama’s parents ! :

@mutantontheloose

@justawhitewolf

Siblings ! :

kit, new brother!! Yay! @red-room-boy

rosemary, the little sister who one day gonna be like mama or dad! @little-girl-gone-is-blonde

aunts and uncles! :

aunt yelena, she does the best Mac n cheese! @your-fav-russian-assassin

auntie rosieeee!!, she’s cool like auntie ant! @thecrazyrplayerosie

Auntie nat!, badass like always!, @theblackspider

@poor-lost-leo

@just-a-fucking-civilian

@they-call-me-birdsong

@they-call-me-ricochet

@elia-theassassin

@hydras-tiny-dancer

@agent-solenski

cousins ! :

alena, dog lover! She always snuggling Fanny 😡 @alenaswidowbytes

scarli! She’s sooo sweet! Hope her eczema doesn’t flare up! @scarlisblankets

Annie! She’s so cool, she respects that ballet gives me my trauma back @thegirlwtheballetpractice

Donna! : @donnastark-official

@sweet-little-spy

Friends ! :

Don’t have 🥲🥺

[unavernales]

@elysiumxii

being pregnant with a rambunctious hybrid 3 year old in tow is, alena has learned, quite difficult. nym was just barely showing at this point, but the pains and wells of emotions were present regardless. their body was taking to this pregnancy much easier than it had with hyacinth's. alena recalls sharp hungers and burns when not preoccupied with the bliss of future motherhood along with the perfect mate. this pregnancy was... different. the ache was... dull. alena was not prone to ravenous cravings as much as they were simply bloodthirsty. there were a few times where beomsoo had come home from a job and alena had jumped his bones, eager to taste the grit and grime of plasma. it was strange, but the fridge was filled with pig (and other) blood upon paion's recommendations.

hyacinth was reacting relatively well to the news of his mother being pregnant. although he couldn't exactly understand alena's newfound inability to run as quickly or play as rough as they used to, he was patient and loving and nothing less than a mama's boy. it seemed that he was very protective, though. much like his father, hyacinth was wary of strangers that approached alena and was quick to growl or snap his teeth, hugging firmly to his mother's leg. there were only a few times that the nymph had to profusely apologize to the poor department store worker when hyacinth had bit at his hand. it was a warning bite if anything. if hyacinth had intended to truly hurt him, then he wouldn't have a hand left. the nymph didn't have the heart to discipline him for it. hyacinth had only been trying to protect nym!

waiting to be called into paion's office for their scheduled prenatal exam, alena rubs the delicate swell of their belly as they watch hyacinth preoccupy himself with a puzzle toy. he was growing well. cute and chubby and everything alena knew he would be. soon, paion advised, he'd have to begin some sort of schooling. alena wrinkled their nose at such advice, preferring to teach hyacinth the ways of nymphs, but would keep the doctor's recommendation in mind.

"ah, ah hyacinth--" alena chirps gently. "not in your mouth. your spit can be acidic to other children." a fact they had learned the hard way... "beomsoo, make sure he doesn't chew on the toys. where are his toys..?" alena rifles through their tote bag for the demon specific chew toys paion had administered to them during his last checkup. it seemed that chewing was natural for especially hybrid children. he may or may not grow out of it, but alena doesn't mind either way.

[grandmastories]

Alena & mama brisbane trip from 22nd dec 24 to 2nd jan 25)

[the-invisible-queer]

Of Kevin, Joe, Nick, and Franklin, who do you think resembles Denise the most? Kevin sr?

OH BOY LET'S GET INTO IT

This is my "'how long have you stared at photos of the Jonas family?' 'Yes.'" moment

Some pics of Mama and Papa Jonas for those who are not familiar with the icons who blessed us with my favorite guys

Based on the first two photos of them when they were young I think Kev looks A LOT like Denise mostly because I see Alena in Denise's face and Alena is obviously Kev's twin.

In the photo of young Kevin Sr. I see Franklin and a little bit of Nick. But I see A LOT of Franklin in Kevin Sr. He even has his dad's smile.

Kev, Joe and Nick both have Denise's lip shape.

I do think of their parents Joe looks more like Denise. He definitely has her eye shape while the other three got Kevin Sr's smaller eyes.

I think all of them except Nick got Kevin Sr's nose.

I don't know where Joe got his eyebrows. He must have inherited them from a grandparent or distant relative.

Kevin Sr. does not have the ear point but I don't have any photos of Denise's ears to see if they got it from her.

[bebebs]

Hit by Past Sins, Forbidden Love 2 Episode 14

Tears roll down your cheeks when you understand that reality is not as beautiful as a dream. The heart hurts so much to hold tightness in the chest. There is something blocking the heart to force swallowing all questions.  

Dita still looked at her mother's face lying on the hospital bed. Again, as clear as Tirta, jumping to wash her cheeks when the shadows of the past came back, reminding her of how much suffering Alena had endured.

I still clearly remember the picture of her mother's struggle to drown herself in the busyness of work. Only in the past year did Dita understand everything that happened. 

"Urya...."

A soft voice came from Alena's lips, who had just opened her eyes. He still mentions one name even though he is in a very apprehensive state.

"Mama are you awake? Just rest, Ma," Dita replied while stroking her mother's hand.

Blurred-blue bruises adorned Alena's cheek as a result of Eva's repeated slaps. I couldn't understand why Raditya's mother could be like that? So far, she's been very kind to Dita, and she even considers her as her own mother.

His love affair with Raditya, which had been built for a year, is now destroyed without knowing the exact cause. Now Dita is at a crossroads. Should we still fight for our love or stop?

Read more

😍🥰🥰

[picklepie888]

Everyone look at this fic that @ohlooksheswriting had written! Finally the unnamed wolf lady has a name and she gets some sweet revenge!

[therunwayarchive]

Top Collections, New York Fall 2019 (Part 1)

Alena Akhmadullina

Alice + Olivia

Anna Sui

Badgley Mischka

Calvin Luo

Chenpeng

Chromat

Cong Tri

[themratts]

almost ten years together , and Copia doesn’t have the heart to tell her he doesn’t like her lava - temp showers 😔

[kissitbttr]

baby gumi is the absolute cutest and i love him with all my heart but imagine having to bless toji with a beautiful baby girl. i know for a fact that there is nothing in this world that he wouldn’t kill for her. he would be an ultimate girl dad and be completely smitten every time he hears his little baby babble. spoiling her with toys, new clothes, ballerina shoes and the most expensive crib / playpen because she deserves the best. toji wouldn’t even care how many times you have told him that he’s spending too much money on her because he sees nothing wrong with that.

everyday, toji wakes up first thing in the morning before you do. planting a kiss on your forehead before getting up from the bed and head towards her room. he carefully twists the doorknob open just in case she hasn’t awaken yet and peak his head in.

nothing but all smiles painted across toji’s face when he sees his baby already sitting up and adorable eyes glancing at him. shooting him a cute gummy smile along with soft giggles. her bottom bouncing against the soft mattress as she claps both hands, feeling overwhelmed with happiness when she sees her father approaching,

“good morning, pretty girl” toji coos with a grin, scooping her in his arms. “how’s my little alena doing, hm? had a good sleep my sweet princess?” toji presses a light kiss against her soft cheek making her squeal.

alena. it means light. a name that you and toji had discussed prior birth. one that stuck to him and he wanted nothing more than to name that for her.

so whenever someone asks ‘why alena?’ it would be an easy answer because his daughter is the light of his life. the moment he heard her first cry, he was ready to give her everything. to move heaven and earth for her. the same vow he had given you on the day of your marriage.

toji lets out a hearty chuckle before stepping out of her room, chubby fingers wander all over his face and down to his scar. it has become obvious that your daughter somehow had a quite fix on that one. always drawn into it.

“wanna make breakfast for mama with me?” he asks, stepping carefully down to the stairs as she answers with the happiest squeal he has ever heard in a baby, legs swinging back and forth out of excitement once she hears the word ‘mama’

“i know kid, mama makes me happy too”

[eloquence-of-felicities]

Oh my God Mia you look just like your Mother

Smoak Genes run strong... (x)

[cheelseaaaa]

Part two yelena and r falling in love and telling their baby

In a Better Place

Pairings:Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: It looks like Alena wants to hear the story about her Auntie Natasha. Now, lend me your ears and here we go

Warnings: guns, vormir.

Word count: 756

A/N: I know I haven’t posted anything last week. I’ve been busy, last week is our school’s foundation week and we have booths to manage. Last week is also my friend’s birthday and we go out.

A/N: English is not my first language.

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"Mommy, c'mon. Tell me about auntie Nat.” your daughter said while following you. She's been bugging you for weeks about Natasha's story and you still haven't given her any chance to know her aunt's story.

It's not like you don't want her to know about Natasha. It's just how you became lovers with her auntie Nat. You are embarrassed to tell her that her mama's sister was your past lover. It would only give her a lot of confusion and questions, so it's best for her not to know.

“Babe, I told you. I won't tell anything.” she squinted her eyes before paddling to the kitchen where her mama is cooking.

“Mama, what is auntie Nat's story?” you heard her ask, you sighed. She'll do everything just to get what she wants, just like her mama.

“Ask your mommy, princess.” Yelena shot back, knowing that the story is a little bit sensitive, not just for you but also to her. Alena stomped her little feet and climbed on the stool. “Mommy doesn't want to tell me. Mama, please! You're my only hope” Alena pleaded while making puppy eyes.

Yelena tried her best not to fall from those deceiving eyes but can't help it. Yelena sighed before turning off the stove and wiped her hands on her apron before sitting beside her daughter while you leaned on the door watching their little interaction.

“Well, okay. what do you wanna know about Nat?”

“Who is auntie Nat?” Alena curiously asked. She even placed her hands on her chin and rubbed it like she is thinking intently. You chuckled on her antics and diverted your gaze to Yelena.

“Natasha.. She was brave and protective sister.”

———

1995

Cuba

It was a rough night for Yelena, being chased by a bunch of SHIELD agents, your mom during those 3 years had been taking bullets and bleeding a lot.

And now, being pulled in by a soldier. It’s not a typical childhood but it is how life works for them. Good thing, Natasha was there to save her. Natasha quickly grabs the gun on the soldier’s holster and kicked his hands making him release his hold on Yelena.

“Get away from her!” Natasha shouted while pointing the gun at the soldier, “Don't touch her!” She added.

“я застрелю тебя.” (“I will shoot you.”) Young Natasha tried. But in the end, she lost. They both got them.

———

“She's stubborn.” you spoke before walking towards them.

———

2015

Abandoned Hydra Base

“Natasha, don't move! I'm on my way.” you said on your earpiece as you ran through the almost destroyed Hydra building.

This was supposed to be an easy mission, retrieve the files and get back safely, but you didn't expect that this abandoned base was full of Hydra personnel and are ready to blow it to the ground.

Natasha didn't respond, making you more anxious. On your way, you encountered a lot of Hydra agents. Others may think that it's impossible to get through them but you only have one goal in mind, get to Natasha. It takes one bullet to knock down an enemy.

You slowly walked to a corner, making sure no agents spotted you. You felt someone was behind you. You turned around with your gun pointed straight, ready to pull the trigger. But when you saw that that “someone” was actually a familiar red-head, you immediately put down your gun and embraced her.

“I told you to stay!”

“At least I'm alive!”

———

“She wants to make things right.”

———

2014

Vormir

“If we don't get that stone, billions of people stay dead.” said Natasha, you can see the determination in her eyes and you know how this will end.

“I would never let you do it. Call me selfish, but I won't let you do it, you are all I have, I don't know what to do if I lose you too.” you firmly said while holding her arms tightly, not wanting to let her go.

“For the last five years I've been trying to do one thing, get to right here. That's all it's been about. Bringing everybody back.”

———

“So, to summarize everything, Natasha is a Hero.” Yelena said, eyes glistering with tears. You are also in tears. Remembering the memories of Natasha is always so painful.

“Don't cry mama, mommy. I'm sure Auntie Nat is in a very happy place now and she won't be happy to see you both crying.” Alena said before wiping her mothers’ tears away.

Yelena chuckled and hugged her daughter. “Oh, she sure is.”

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Secret Agent

Elijah Mikaelson x fem!oc x Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: Hope went missing and not even Freya can find her. Klaus and Elijah's human girlfriend can help them especially when the people who kidnapped Hope left a drawing of an octopus in it.

Warnings: Tiny panic attack, blood, kidnapping, bad grammar

A/n: First fic I've wrote yay! I'm sorry in advance for wrong grammar. But anyway, enjoy reading!

"Found anything yet?" Klaus asked impatiently pacing around the room.

Hope was missing and everyone is trying their best to find something. The people or person who kidnapped Hope left a note that just have an octopus drawing in it and it certainly did not help them since they have no clue what the octopus means.

"Klaus be patient and calm down" Elijah scolded his younger brother even tho he too, is having a hard time calming himself.

"I can not calm down brother! My daughter is missing and all clue we have is a stupid drawing of an octopus!" by now, Klaus' voice was getting louder and louder to think that he was already yelling.

Freya is sat down the floor trying to do a location spell to find hope but there was a magic strong as hers that is blocking it.

"Hello everyone—oh" Alena Sinclair, Klaus and Elijah's girlfriend, greeted with a cheerful expression but was turned into a confuse look when she saw everyone's state.

"Hello dear" Elijah greeted her with a small smile. Alena started making her way to Elijah and kissed him in the cheeks.

She turned to Klaus and hope to greet him but he was clearly stress, pacing around the room with his hands on his hair.

"What's wrong?" She asked Elijah.

"Hope is missing and Freya is trying to find her but she thinks that there was a strong witch, strong as hers, blocking the magic." Elijah explained. Alena's smile fell and her faced morphed into a worried expression.

Alena was like Hope's second mother. Whenever Hayley is busy with the wolves, she would be the one taking care of Hope. And with her being Klaus' girlfriend it gave her and Hope more time together. Hope started calling her 'mama' when she turned 8 while she calls Hayley 'mom'

"Well is there any clue or anything that can tell us where she is?" Alena asked, worry in her voice.

"Well there is this octopus drawing that is colored red and black an—"

"W-wait wait!" Alena cut Elijah off. "An octopus?!?" She asked, gaining everyone's attention.

"Yeah, here" Kol handed her the drawing with his other hand as his left hand was on Davina's shoulders calming her down.

Alena stared at the drawing wide eyed. Memories started flooding in her mind. This can't be possible, there is no way that they were still alive.

"Do you know what it means Lena?" Hayley asked her, her voice in a whisper. Jackson beside her hugging her for comfort.

"Yes but I-i might be wrong" She whispered back her reply. Her worried expression turned to a mixture of disbelief, fear and anger.

"Well then what does it means?" Klaus asked her.

"I will explain later but right now we have to go to New York" she replied. Her eyebrows furrowed, bitting her lip.

"New York?" Freya asked. Alena just nodded her head.

—New York—

"So darling, why are we here again when we're supposed to be looking for Hope?" Kol asked.

The Mikaelson's, Hayley, Jackson, Davina and Alena were all standing infront of a tall building.

There was a lot of people wearing suits or catsuits or holding some gears.

Alena said nothing and started walking inside and gesturing her head for them to follow her.

"Come on" she said.

Everyone looked at each other with confused face but they followed her in.

Alena led them to a big office. Once that everyone was inside, she closed the door and locked it.

"So, what do you know about the octopus my love?" Klaus asked.

Alena cleared her throat. "Wednesday wake up, we got some work to do"

The blinds closed and holograms started showing. The monitors started opening and a femanine robotic voice spoke.

"Hello Lady Lena, its good to have you back. You have 5 recent unfinished projects, 3 recent received files from Doctor Jake and Agent Phil." Wednesday, The AI said startling everyone but Alena.

"Who was that?" Kol exclaimed. Alena who was walking towards the desk turned to him. "That's Wednesday my Ai, Artificial intelligence"

"You have an Artificial intelligence?!?" Finn has been fascinated with computer science since the moment he learned how to used a phone.

Alena chuckled. "Yes" before saying. "Wednesday please get rid of the holograms and replace it with all the files that you have on Hydra"

Many holograms appeared surrounding the room.

"What is Hydra?" Davina's question was ignored by Alena.

"Wednesday try to search for Hope Mikaelson" Alena said sternly. It was the first The Mikaelson's heard Alena serious, she was mostly cheerful and happy and positive.

A hologram appeared. Hope's picture popped up and text too. Wednesday started speaking again.

"Hope Mikaelson, 14 years old, daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall-Kenner, Date of birth: January 4, 2012, 5'3 tall"

"How does she know all that?" Klaus exclaimed.

"She's an Ai brother, Artificial intelligence" Finn replied and Klaus glared at him.

"Wednesday where is Hope Mikaelsons location right now, specific location" Alena ignored the two and ordered the bot.

"Siberia, Russia miss. Where the Winter Soldiers were held" With that, Alena paled.

What if they turned her into a Winter Soldier? What if they use her? What if they turn her into a weapon? How does Hydra even know who Hope is? They knew about supernaturals?

Alena was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice that Klaus, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah and Finn sped off to find Hope.

Hayley went to Alena noticing that she was now sitting down with her knees in her chest.

"Lena you have to calm down, follow my breathing honey" Hayley instructed.

Once she noticed that her breathing is now normal, she spoke. "Hey what happened?"

"Wha-what if they turn her into a weapon? what if they use her?" Alena said her mind running with questions again.

"Lena calm down, Klaus and the others will take care of it and you know that nobody mess with the Mikaelsons and live" the wolf tried to reassure the agent.

"Y-yeah you're right" The Sinclair girl calmed down.

—An hour later—

"We're back" Kol announced. Hope ran to both of her mother's arms hugging them tight.

"Ohh thank God" Hayley and Alena both sighed in relief.

Alena turned to see her lovers covered in blood. She ran to them concerned.

"We are okay love, you don't need to worry about us" Klaus assured their lover. He kissed her first deeply as a thank you. Hope wouldn't have been found earlier without Alena's help.

"Thank you love, for finding Hope" Klaus said after they broke apart. Alena smiled and muttered a 'you are always welcome my love' which made Klaus smile widely with the pet name.

Alena turned to Elijah and kissed him too, and asked if he was also okay after they broke the kiss which Elijah nodded in reply assuring her too that he's fine.

"Now darling, you might need to explain with this all" Kol said gesturing the room with holograms and computers.

They all sat down in the sofa's after Alena ordered Wednesday to remove the holograms and open the blinds.

"Well it all started when I was 9 I think? Nick Fury found me at the street with bags in my hands. He asked me why was I all alone in the streets at night and I explained to him that I was kicked out of the orphanage and I had to stay in the streets. He made a decision to take me under his wing and from that day I was introduced to the world of spies, agents and assassin's. Nick trained me into becoming a great spy and agent. I was taught everything I need to know about, how to fight, how to use guns, knives and more weapons. He taught me how to watch my back every time and to not trust anyone. I grew up fighting for my way to become a great agent and make my father proud. And well, now I am a level 9 agent." Alena explained.

"Wait then how did you end up in New Orleans?" Davina asked.

"I was sent for a month mission to get information about supernaturals. Apparently my father found out about supernaturals and wanted to know more about them." Alena replied putting her hands in her lap.

"Wow so you've been an agent all along" Hope asked excitedly.

"Yes hon" Alena hummed in agreement.

"Wait can you teach me how to fight ma?" That gained everyone's attention and heads snapped to Hope's direction.

"I don't know honey" Hayley looked unsure.

"Please mom please please please, plus you know mama would take care of me and not get me to any trouble" Hope pleaded.

Hayley looked at Klaus who looked at Alena who looked at Elijah.

"Why not I mean, Alena would take care of her right my love?" Elijah asked. Alena hummed in agreement.

"Fine" Hope cheered loudly with that.

"Wait can you teach me too?" Kol asked loudly.