#yelena x kate

[ravangel]

My beloved duo I miss you

[uncleasad]

Good News, Bad News, Bishova News

👋 Greetings and salutations, friends!

After almost a month, 12.5K+ words, and the continued machinations of @the0fi and @persevereforahappyending (I picture them like those little devil/angel characters, each sitting on a shoulder and whispering schemes in my ear—which is the devil and which is the angel is yet to be determined; maybe they’re both devils? 🤣), I have given in and declared Cupid, Draw Back Your Bow aka my Bishova Hunger Games AU idea an official WIP.

Before you start cheering/applauding…

I am notoriously bad with writing long fics (only 8 of my 40+ completed fics are 10K words or more).

I am notoriously bad at getting stuck and/or burned out, moving on, and not coming back to a fic in any sort of reasonable timeframe (see: that WIP link above).

I can’t multitask or switch/rotate between fics with any usefulness.

Because of 1, 2, and 3, I mostly write-until-complete and publish only once finished.

I struggle with things that are fight scenes and fight-scene-adjacent.

I am not a fast writer.

I still haven’t seen Hawkeye.

I’ve only seen the Hunger Games trilogy movies, not read the books, and it’s been some time at that.

On the other hand, I have a pretty solid idea of the entire arc of the first movie/book (thanks, Suzanne Collins) with a bunch of specific scenes identified and even some critical ones sketched out. I have a fairly complete MCU cast list for the three THG stories and TBOSAS 😳 (thanks, @persevereforahappyending), so it’s going to be less getting stuck on the plot and more getting burned out writing.

But several of you liked the “prologue” 🙏, and I kept having ideas for scenes I wanted to write, and here we at 12.5K+ words, so…let’s keep going until I crash into a ditch, no?

(Also, I promised myself 3 weeks ago that once I finished the elevator scene and its accompanying Kate-Clint conversation, I’d publish the elevator scene here as an excerpt, because I loved that scene. 3 weeks and nearly 10K words later, the accompanying scene is done 😳 so I’ll pop the excerpt in the next post…)

[floilee]

You can't say that Yelena didn't get excited when she saw how good Kate looked in the costume

[chaxan08]

Yelena: Our relationship is strictly professional.

Kate, sitting on Yelena's lap: Absolutely, only business.

[savegrisham]

so you can sleep

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

👇🏻

[lizzieblopaz24]

Bishova on a chase until they realize that both are in the other car

[incorectquoteswlw]

Clint: Kate cut her hair

Nat: I feel like we've been through this

Clint: Pretty sure we have, how's Yelena taking it?

Nat: Not well

Nat: (reads from her phone in a monotonous voice) Kate Bishop had done the unspeakable and cut her hair. How dare she, was this a plan? A distraction? How can I focus on anything when she looks like this?

Clint: How are they both this bad at dating?

Nat: It gets better.

Nat: (reading again) I have never been so attracted to hair before, is it the hair or her? It is obviously her, what am I meant to do? Oh she sent another selfie.

Nat: (laughing) We're entering capslock now

Clint: She knows where the capslock is?

Nat: (reading) IT IS A SHOWER SELFIE. WETT HAIR? HOW AM I MEANT TO??? NATASHA HELP ME.

Clint: Kate just texted

Nat: What happened?

Clint: (reading) I think Yelena hates my hair?? She's mumbling in Russian and hasn't blinked in 3 minutes can Natasha come and help?

Nat: Oh no, she's too horny to function

Clint: Please can we go see her to bully her about it later

Nat: (standing up) what else were we gonna do?

[loislame84]

Natasha: so what’s your type?

Yelena: I do not have a type. I am just not interested in anybody.

Natasha: everybody has a type. Even you, sestra.

Yelena, rolling her eyes: strong, athletic, smart… someone I can spend some quiet time you know… just hanging out and listening to music.

*Kate enters the room accidentally tripping over the rug while holding Lucky bridal style but managing to not drop him*

Kate: lucky hurt his paw. I had to carry him back. I’m going to order him a pizza.

Yelena, with heart eyes: that one. I want that one.

Natasha: you continue to flabbergast me daily.

[noturlondonboy]

Kate: oh! By the way, if you ever speak disrespectfully again about my wife I’ll kill ya!

Kate: *laughs* sorry! That sounded like a joke

Kate: I will actually kill you.

Yelena:

Yelena: *blushing furiously* how do I marry you a second time

[foryourmajesty]

i'm doing the lgbt+ ships challenge on twitter, starting of with my marvels meow meow

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[axinite25]

Bishova A03 Wrapped 💜💚

[uncleasad]

As promised, the elevator scene excerpt for Cupid, Draw Back Your Bow. This scene is set the night before the Games begin.

Kate Bishop stepped into the elevator that would take her back to her floor in the Tribute Tower, on what might be the last night of her young life. She regretted doing so the moment she saw who was inside the cab. Yelena Belova. While all the lower-numbered districts’ Tributes looked down the pair from Twelve—“the little boy and the Mayor’s daughter,” they had called her and Peter with derision—Belova seemed to have a special antipathy for her. And now she was alone in an elevator cab with the other Tribute. Kate smiled politely and stood straighter, stretching her 5' 7" frame as much as possible, trying to extend the roughly three-inch difference between them to its maximum. Despite the difference in height, the shorter woman was fiercely intimidating. She was from Two, a Career, trained for this all her life, selected by her district’s training staff to volunteer, the best of the best. (In addition to its exemplary/emblematic stonemasonry, District 2 was known for supplying a significant percentage of The Capitol’s brutal Peacekeepers.) The blonde was a deadly killing machine in a small package. Kate, on the other hand, was the Mayor’s daughter from Twelve, the poorest of the poor among districts. They were, quite literally, the soot of the earth, and Kate’s only useful skill, her passable archery, was counteracted by her innate talent as a klutz. After the doors closed and the elevator began its ascent, Kate immediately found herself slammed against the wall of the cab by the shorter blonde, a vicious, vindictive sneer on her lips. “Clint Barton murdered my sister,” Yelena began in an angry, husky, accented voice, the low volume not quite a whisper but still threatening. Her right hand was on Kate’s shoulder, not far from her neck, holding the raven-haired teen tightly to the wall, while the blonde’s strong legs and hips immobilized her lower half in a similar manner. The Career’s left hand was pressed into Kate’s gut in a way that felt like it was one of those small knives the shorter Tribute was so proficient in throwing. The archer made the mistake of making eye contact with her interlocutor, whose green orbs were roiling with anger. “…And I shall enjoy hunting you down and killing you in the slowest, most painful ways possible. None of this ‘arrow from afar’ nonsense, suka. I will hold your head in my hands and stare into your soft brown eyes as the life goes out of them. And when you are dead, Kate Bishop, I will emblazon my body and my face in your blood, and I will win the Hunger Games. And after that, after Clint Barton and all of Panem have seen what I am capable of, I will hunt down that backstabbing bastard and slaughter him and his family in exactly the same way…slowly, painfully, brutally…with vengeance.” The blonde paused for effect, then uttered one more phrase, her voice softly upbeat and a cruel smile on her lips. “May the odds be ever in your favor, Kate Bishop.” At that moment, the elevator dinged and the door opened. Yelena disappeared like a ghost, leaving Kate once again alone, breathing heavily. She gulped. The door closed in front of the young archer, and the elevator continued its solitary ascent.

[floilee]

bishova coded

[chaxan08]

Kate, worried: Nat, something's wrong with Yel!

Natasha: What? Is she hurt?

Kate: No, but she's constantly staring at me and smiling... like she's very happy!

Natasha: She's just in love.

Kate, sad and jealous: With whom?

Natasha, sighing: With a fucking idiot.

[starkillersbae]

Happy birthday to @noturlondonboy !!