#kyaup

listen...........CFAU was ONE thing. there are literally 11 (!!! - yes, i counted tonight) ongoing kate x yelena aus right now. but just so you don't say i never gave you anythingggggg here is the laziest-done-in-literal-five-minutes references of k + y for like...FIVE of them lol. i didnt even bother with any of the period aus because im just not going to find references for all of them. i could definitely do victorian, royal, and maybe viking, but no way in hell am i going to find anything for gladiator, versailles, or black plague. i also didnt do the kids or any of the supporting characters because...again...five minutes and there's truly like a dozen kids in this handful of aus alone. if you bug me about it enough i might get around to it.

anyway…here you go:

FBAU:

BGAU:

MAU:

PDAU:

KYAU [AO3]:

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2025 UPDATE:

I'm pinning this because people keep asking for links to all the AUs in one place so here is a link to another old ask with the rest of the AUs not listed here.

People also always ask how they should be reading these. Scroll to the end of every tag. Read from bottom to top. So oldest to newest. That's how it'll all make the most sense.

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When Kate discovers she's pregnant Yelena isn't in New York. She was supposed to be gone for another ten days because they'd unearthed a fresh cluster of Widows spread out through South America. Tracking these Widows down had been a massive undertaking in both effort and time so when Yelena said she had to be gone for almost three weeks, Kate wasn't thrilled about it but she understood.

When Yelena lands back in Manhattan she's exhausted, bruised, and sore in all the wrong places. Frankly, all she wants to do is reach into the fridge, grab the first thing her hands land on, then plop in bed with her wife, and sleep for days. Nothing else. If it involves moving, she doesn't want anything to do with it. That's the headspace she's in when she opens the door.

Instead of relaxing quiet, Yelena is greeted with music being blasted from the kitchen. That definitely means Kate is in a good mood and Good Mood Kate is extra chatty Kate. Yelena inhales and exhales dramatically, preparing herself for what she already knows is about to happen.

Yelena walks past the dining room on the way to the kitchen but backtracks when she notices there's half a spread already waiting. It's only 4pm which makes the table being set distinctly odd but, Yelena did land hours earlier than she should've so, logic would lead to believe that Kate merely moved dinner up as a result.

Yelena shrugs and keeps walking.

"Kate, I..."

Yelena barely gets words out before she hears Kate barreling to meet her.

"Not allowed! You're not allowed in here!"

Kate intercepts her in the hallway.

"Hi." Kate places a quick kiss on Yelena's lips, clearly leaving Yelena wanting more when she pulls away. "That bruise looks bad, Yel. Did you ice it?"

"Yeeeeees." Yelena retorts mildly annoyed.

"If you had, it wouldn't have gotten like that. You should've iced it and then..."

Yelena kisses Kate to stop her from going any further. She doesn't feel like being chastised at the moment.

"I iced it. It still looks like this. Nothing I could do about it, okay?"

"Okay...Go to the living room and chill for a bit. I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Ready for what, Kate? All I want is you and me, upstairs, naked in bed, sleeping."

"Plenty of time for that later. Promise. My stuff's gonna burn. Wait over there."

Yelena doesn't have the energy to argue and does as she's told.

Yelena enters the living room, starts dumping the gear she still had on her on the couch and coffee table, and then sits. She huffs, crosses her arms over her chest, and falls back onto the plush cushions dramatically. Seems like she doesn't really have much of a choice but to pout in silence.

If you’re taking prompts can you do angsty hurt/comfort kate/yelena where someone is severely injured and the other one is trying to help

Combining these two.

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Let's set the scene:

-They've been engaged for about eight months. So...if we're keeping track, they moved in together 6 months after they met and Kate basically forced Yelena to show her the ring the next day which she's counting as the day they got engaged even though Yelena counts the day they got engaged as the day she "officially" proposed the way she wanted to which wasn't until a month and a half later. We're going by Kate's date here. This would put them at about 14 months together. That's 53 years in wlw time.

-I don’t think it comes as a surprise to anyone that Kate and Yelena's relationship can be a bit...explosive. Sometimes in the literal sense. They've been going through one of those periods where two people love each other deeply but can't seem to get on the same wavelength no matter how hard they try.

Yelena is hitting a stride with the Widows. Kate has found a deep and fulfilling sense of belonging in New York. She's kept Bishop Security doing the same ol' money making front her mother built but she's also created a ghost company parallel to it which benefits from all the resources of the real entity and helps her do all the Hawkeye stuff. It's kind of the best of both worlds. All of this (and more) has been forcing Kate and Yelena to juggle not just two very different lifestyles but also, more often than not, two opposite geographical locations/time zones as of late.

Okay. Scene set.

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This weekend is meant to be for them and only them. Yelena is supposed to be in New York for four entire days. She'd told Kate she's exhausted from all the jumping around they've been doing lately and Kate convinced her they deserved time away. They'd take the helicopter up to a cabin in the Adirondacks, disconnect from the world, reconnect with each other, and have copious amounts of sex. It would be great. Yelena agreed. She was actually looking forward to it. Then the day to leave comes and Yelena receives an email.

In any other circumstance Yelena would've let this one go, would've kept her promise of alone time to Kate, but when she opens the file she recognizes one of the faces. One of the three Widows was a woman she'd been in the Red Room with, a girl she'd grown up with, trained with. Waking up is terrifying and Yelena knows having a familiar face there always helps. This was a friend. She has to go.

--

An animated Kate hops down the penthouse stairs with her bag slung over her shoulder.

"I'm texting the chef. Any preference for what you want when we ge-"

Kate looks up from her phone expecting to find her fiancee all packed and ready to go. Instead she finds Yelena's hair braided, her gun on her waist, and her vest on. Her face instantly drops.

"No. No. You promised me this weekend. Take those off."

"I can't."

"You can, you just won't."

"Kate, I know one of them."

"And you could see her after. I'm sure you'd have a great catch up. You'd teach her everything she needs to know about what life is like now that she's free to do whatever she wants. I'll book you the flight myself."

They glare at each other. Yelena closes the distance and stands centimeters away from Kate. She places her hands at either side of Kate's face and caresses her thumbs over her cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

"No."

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

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

"No angry aliens. Trust me, yes?"

"Always." Kate smiles and steals another kiss.

"Close your eyes then. No blindfold."

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

"Are they closed?"

"Tight."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You really like the forks, yes?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Clint might have helped me buy other things."

Yelena shrugs. Kate's eyes go wide.

"What does that mean?!"

Yelena shrugs again.

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

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

Yelena kisses her and jumps to her feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I can finish."

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

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They give the apartment a proper christening that night.

1) Unless I'm crazy I don't think it was a tear away dress. At least I never read it that way. I think Yelena just...ripped it? Which is...uh...hotter. ANYWAYYYY...

2) Y'ALL ALWAYS TRY TO GOAD ME INTO WRITING YOUR FILTH AND I WILL NOT FALL FOR IT ...but...like...yeah sure...I'll give you filth adjacent and your mind can fill in the gaps.

Kate can be a dimwit but she can also clean up. Well. Too well. Distractingly well if you ask Yelena. When Eleanor went down for all her legal shit Kate had to step up and become a real adult overnight. She was now the person in charge of Bishop Security and that came with a lot of responsibilities, including the lame ones like the inevitable social events.

That night was one of those. There was a stuffy gala Kate's VP insisted she HAD to, at the very, least show her face at. It sounded like a nightmare but Kate promised an hour of her time. No more and then she was out of there. It was such a drag that she told Yelena stay home. She'd be back before primetime was even over. No point in forcing her girlfriend into a room of men she would run the risk of murdering if she didn't need to be there when all Kate was going to do was grab one drink and shake a few hands.

While Kate is getting ready Yelena is in the kitchen making food with the dogs being...Yelena...

A while later, Kate walks in wearing this little number:

"Kate, that is dangerous."

"What? What is dangerous?"

Kate looks around, genuinely confused.

"That dress. Dangerous. You can not walk in here, without warning, wearing it, and then want to walk out just like that."

Kate chuckles then struts over to her girlfriend and places a gentle kiss on her lips, gentle enough that it won't ruin her make-up. Yelena's hands sneak around Kate's waist and pulls her flush against her skin.

"I'm already running late and the car's downstairs but I had a feeling you'd have a soft spot for this one so I...had them put a special surprise in it."

"What surprise?"

Yelena kisses Kate's neck and Kate leans her head back offering more of her skin. Yelena takes that as an open invitation and starts to kiss down from Kate's collarbone into her cleavage.

"It's not a surprise if I tell you." Kate regains her composure and takes a step back. "Patience."

"I hate surprises, Kate."

"I think you'll like this one."

Kate plants one final kiss on Yelena's lips then turns to walk away.

"It is good surprise, yes?"

"You won't have any complaints."

Later that night Yelena comes to find that there was a lot less hiding under the dress than she'd like with all the men Kate had been around but that, to her advantage, it was all easier to access than she thought.

"Mama, look."

*Breaks down the gun in 20 seconds flat because like mother like daughter*

"Deda showed."

Alexei is all proud.

"She is good, huh?"

"She is faster than me." Yelena sort of nods.

Meanwhile, Kate is looking at all three of them HORRIFIED.

"WHO GAVE THE GUN TO THE THREE YEAR OLD?!"

"There is no bullets. That would be crazy." Alexei gets all defensive. "No shooting until she is at least five. That is when Yelena learned. Best age. Their hands are limber."

"THE FIVE YEAR OLD IS NOT LEARNING HOW TO SHOOT! TELL HIM THE FIVE YEAR OLD IS NOT LEARNING HOW TO SHOOT!"

Yelena shrugs.

"Is it that terrible? I learned and I turned out fine." Kate glares at her. "Kate says no shooting, daddy."

"Wanna shoot, mama. Pew pew pew."

Mostly I’m hoping sending you stuff is a decent distraction if nothing else. Feel better.

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They get together for a puppy playdate at a dog park Kate knows. Finding the Widows takes time and Yelena decides to stay in NYC while looking for the next ones so she brings Fanny to stay with her. Fanny’s young, not a puppy but only just, excitable as hell and spends her time trying to get Lucky to run around with her. He’s older and less inclined to hyper activity but indulges her in short periods, stopping often just to lay on a decent patch of grass he finds.

“She’s so cute, how long have you had her?”

“Just 5 months now. She too, I rescue like Lucky.”

“From like a dog fighting ring? Or a cartel? A secret HYDRA cell group you took down and she was one of their look out dogs? OH, OR-“

“Adoption day for Humane Society, Kate Bishop. Special offer, no fees.”

Kate calmed, a little disappointed.

“Oh, that’s cool too.”

“I know, right!? You go in, find pet and they let you keep. She had shot so I pay for nothing, pretty awesome. Just sign papers and Fanny mine now.”

Lucky comes back and sits by Kate, not tired but content to just be still. Fanny’s back with a ball she for sure stole from another dog, puts her front paws on Yelena’s knees so she’s eye level and can’t be ignored.

“I don’t like it when you beg, Fanny. Get down.”

“What’d you just say?”

“I scold, in Russian. Is how she know I am mad.”

Yelena looks at Fanny with exaggerated disapproval and Kate can't help it, she kisses her. She turns to Fanny, reaches over and wiggles the ball out of her mouth.

“She’s just trying to play fetch. Come on, Fanny!”

Kate bolts off with Fanny right behind. She runs after Fanny almost as often as the dog goes after the ball, trying to get her to drop it so she can actually throw it again. Lucky hops on the bench, lays with his head on Yelena’s lap and watches them with her.

“This is best, Lucky the Pizza Dog. We relax.”

She pats his belly twice and pets the fur behind his ears. Watches Kate and Fanny circle each other and run around with a smile.

--

Technically they're both the unhinged one depending on the scenario but Kate holds that title most often in my head.

Yelena rubs the back of Lucky's ears which, in turn, immediately perk up.

"What if we trade places? You come to live with me and Fanny go to live with Kate?"

Lucky barks once.

"That would be much more relaxing for everyone, yes? Especially you and me."

Lucky barks again.

"Maybe we can negotiate deal. Think of terms. We discuss later."

Yelena looks up to find Kate playing some version of tag with her dog. Fanny chases her while Kate tries to evade and once Fanny catches her then it's Kate's turn to chase Fanny.

"Is she always like this? Always...so much?"

Lucky looks at Yelena and barks once.

"Yes. I thought so."

Yelena goes back to rubbing his ear as she watches Kate throw Fanny's ball across the park.

"Can I tell you secret Mr. Pizza?"

Yelena looks down at him. Lucky meets her eyes and tilts his head to the opposite side, letting her know she's listening.

"I think I am falling in love with Kate Bishop."

//

"Go get it girl! Go!"

Kate throws the ball and Fanny chases after it full speed but on her way to retrieve the toy, the pup gets distracted by an even more intriguing thing: a Yorkie that casually strolled by.

"No! NOOO!"

Fanny takes off after the small dog. Kate follows Fanny and it becomes a pursuit train.

"Don't you dare! That dog is the size of your paw. Fanny!"

Fanny now thinks it's a game and runs faster. The Yorkie begins to whimper as she cowers away.

Kate hears Yelena's voice boom from across the park. Fanny comes to a grinding halt. Kate has no idea what Yelena is saying because the words pour out of her in Russian but it doesn't sound pleasant or polite. Whatever it is, it's effective because Fanny immediately turns and walks back to Kate.

"Sorry!" Kate screams to the owner of the Yorkie while smiling awkwardly. "She's normally great! Promise!"

Kate walks away with Fanny as far and fast as she can. She puts enough distance between them and the Yorkie's owner before Fanny pulls them to a nearby bench. Kate relents and they sit. Kate looks over to where Yelena is seemingly deep in conversation with Lucky.

"She's kinda scary, huh?"

Kate bends down to give Fanny head scratches. The excited pup licks her face.

"But in like a weird, sexy, scary kinda way, right? Probably not for you, I guess. No. Not for you for sure. Not for you."

Fanny does a few zooms around the bench then flops on her back at Kate's feet, exposing her stomach to the woman who immediately begins to rub the furry belly.

I know you’re probably bombarded with requests so it’s okay if this doesn’t get done. Hope you’re doing well and that you’ve left the hospital!

Okay but...the intimacy of this? Also the devotion on Kate's part of waking up earlier than she should so she can spend the time braiding Yelena's hair? And Yelena knowing it's going to be A Process because everything with Kate is A Process so she starts setting her alarms earlier than she needs to as well but not minding because she'd never complain about spending more time with Kate??? PHEWWW...

After some trial and error they find the perfect spot by their bedroom's balcony door. Initially, Kate sat on the stool from her vanity but they quickly realize this has become an important part of their lives so they set out to buy a proper, nice, comfy chair. Even coming to the decision of what chair to buy is A Situation but after they see it in place they know every second of bickering (and the headlock or two) has been worth it. The mid-century inspired, deep blue Wingback chair with the tall, strong back, the deep seat, and the curved arms is the perfect way to round up their new ritual.

Yelena sits between Kate's legs with her hair down, often fresh out the shower, frequently also naked. Kate is a fan of the naked days because not only does she get to watch Yelena's back flex as she moves around but she gets to plants kisses on the bare skin whenever she feels like it. It's a great incentive.

Kate starts watching tutorials online so she can switch it up. Yelena never really knows what she's going to get every morning. Some she hates, but mostly she loves them if only because Kate braided them.

Most days Yelena sits quietly for the 15-20 or so minutes that it takes Kate to brush, detangle, and braid her hair. She simply listens to Kate ramble about whatever it is she woke up thinking about. It never fails to surprise her how many words Kate can form despite the time of day.

The process is mostly straight forward and uneventful but it does have its variations depending on what's going on in their lives. If they're arguing Kate will pull just a little harder than she should. Yelena will tilt her head back to glare at her and curse in Russian while rubbing the spot in her scalp Kate has just yanked on before Kate swats her hand away. If it was one of those "hot and bothered" days where it's impossible for them to keep their hands off each other, one misplaced glance and that braid will definitely need to be remade once they are done in bed. If it's one of those spirals where Yelena's demons come out for a haunt, Kate will slide off the chair and hold her while she cries.

Yelena finds an even deeper appreciation for the whole thing once their daughter is born. The braiding tradition continues with Natasha so it wasn't uncommon for Yelena to walk into their bedroom to find Kate sitting on The Chair, rebraiding the little girl's hair after a shower or a particularly rowdy afternoon of playing with the dogs. As Natasha grew that spot is also where they would sit and talk about school, life, and eventually boys. Yelena loved to watch them as they did.