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Warnings for trauma, child abandonment, talk of murder, mass murder.

Violets

Yelena Belova, the trained assassin from Russia and former soviet, spy and yes, killer, knew that she wasn't as harsh or as hard as she tried to come off as. Oh, yes, she would kill ruthlessly and kill those that she needed to in order to gain money and to get rid of the filth of this world.

But how hard and cold she was? That was…another story.

She always acted like she was. Anyone tell her that she was otherwise, and they would get one hell of a threat thrown in their direction.

But those that Yelena was closest to, knew the truth about her. Her mother, Melina; not her biological mother, but her mother, nonetheless, Alexei, who also was not her biological father, but was her father, nonetheless, and her sister, Natalia Romanova-Natasha Romanoff now.

But then there was the other person who knew her. Or Yelena wanted this person to know her. Wanted her to know her deeply. And someone else who she wanted to know deeply her as well.

Clarke Griffin. Yelena, Melina and Natasha's romantic partner soulmate.

Clarke Griffin, someone who Yelena had learned at some point, was not human, not even remotely. She a godlike being. She was more powerful than any being in existence, as far as Yelena could tell.

Yelena wasn't intimidated by that. If anything, it made it all the more adorable for her to see Clarke whenever Clarke let her guard down.

Clarke might have been a powerhouse of danger and strength, but she was so vulnerable, so frail, emotionally. So desperate for warmth, love, acceptance.

Yelena wanted to be there for Clarke, when Clarke needed her. She wanted to show Clarke that she would never leave her, ever. She had awkwardly once asked her mother how she would go about doing that for Clarke.

Melina had smiled as she had gotten dinner ready. She simply had said that she always did what she knew was right by her loved ones, made sure that they knew that she would always be there for them.

And she pointed out that Yelena just needed to find a way to do that for Clarke. A way that Yelena would be able to fulfill.

Yelena supposed she didn't know how exactly she could show Clarke that she would be there for her romantic partner soulmate.

That was, until she had met Clarke, brought to Yelena and Melina's house by Yelena's sister, Natasha.

Clarke was distrustful and dark and angry. Traumatized. Really traumatized.

Yelena knew trauma. She knew it very well. Her sister, Natalia; Natasha now, had trauma. Oh, fuck, did she have trauma. So did their mother, Melina. So did Alexei. And Yelena herself had trauma.

Then there was Clarke. She was so, so completely traumatized.

So, then, how was Yelena to convince Clarke that she loved Clarke, loved her so much and would do everything to be there for her beloved romantic partner soulmate?

Over the course of Yelena knowing Clarke, she found that question becoming louder and louder.

At least one thing that she had noticed over time was this?

Was that Clarke loved multiple things. Food, chocolate, animals, books, music, violence, sex and to Yelena's surprise, flowers.

Whenever Yelena, Natasha and Clarke went walking in some of the fields near their mother, Melina's house, Clarke always stayed near the many different flowers, smelling some of them, always looking at them softly, always almost seeming…sad.

Natasha had told Yelena that Clarke loved flowers. But it still had been startling to see.

Yelena then noticed a patch of violets circling around a thin trunk of a tree. She had lowered herself down and picked three of the violets from their stems and brought them over to Clarke, reaching out and offering them to her romantic partner soulmate.

Clarke had looked at the three violets that Yelena had offered to her and she looked up at Yelena then.

Yelena smiled at her.

"Do you like them?" Yelena had asked and had almost winced at the insecurity in her voice when she had asked that.

She knew she was an insecure person. More insecure than she liked. She supposed always forming rivalries with the other girls at the Red Room, especially with her big sister, Natalia, now Natasha, hadn't helped.

She loved her family, deeply. And loved her romantic partner soulmate. And feeling like her romantic partner soulmate not seeing that, wounded her deeply.

Clarke smiled and Yelena felt relief flood her heart as Clarke reached down and scooped up the three violets, holding them close to her face and smelling them, smile widening.

Yelena felt a grin spread across her face. She all but did a victorious fit pump in the air.

She watched as Clarke chuckled slightly at her romantic partner soulmate's enthusiastic reaction.

Yelena felt the question come out of her mouth before she had been able to help it, "What's your favorite flower, Clarke?"

Clarke raised her eyebrows at that, smirking, then nodded.

"I like a lot of them," She said, "But my favorite? Hard to say."

Yelena grumbled, "That's vague."

Clarke chuckled, snickering, eyes going down to the flowers in her hands, "I don't talk about how much I love flowers often. People hear that I'm Wanheda, and they think about basically almost anything else. They don't think about how much the great, legendary 'Commander of Death,' likes flowers. So no, I don't tell people a lot what my favorite flowers were."

Yelena nodded. She supposed she understood that. It also kind of pissed her off.

Here was this girl-this woman, this amazing woman who loved deeply, had done so much for the tribes, had risked her life regularly for people of the tribes, before she had discovered that she was non-human and was incapable of being killed by human means, and all she got in return, was the belief that she was just a great being of death?

Yelena truly hated the tribes. She just hated the deceased Mountain Men and the Ark people even more than the tribes. And one of those groups had been wiped out, by Clarke's own hands.

Too bad the other groups couldn't be as easily wiped out.

Yelena looked at Clarke, smiling sadly.

Clarke Griffin deserved so much more than she had been given. Yelena wished she could provide so much better. She really wished she could.

"You like the violets, right?" Yelena asked, unable to help the insecurity in her voice.

Clarke smiled again and nodded. "Obviously, I do, Yelena." She said, "What makes you think I don't?"

Yelena shrugged, eyes glancing away.

She then heard a chuckle that she recognized. It was Natasha. Natasha came over and hugged Clarke from behind, resting her chin on Clarke's left shoulder and her right hand reaching out for Yelena.

Yelena watched this, confused for a second, before her eyes widened in realization.

Right.

She stepped forward and at Clarke's smile, she realized her embrace was welcomed and she hugged Clarke closely in the front, as Natasha hugged Clarke tightly in the back.

Clarke was sandwiched between the two older women and she moaned as she was surrounded by their warmth and their scents.

Yelena cooed against Clarke's right ear as she hugged Clarke closely, pressing herself flush against Clarke, feeling Natasha's hand gently stroke her back as the two of them held Clarke captive between them.

They both knew that they had the super soldier serum, and that fact meant nothing for Clarke. Clarke was non-human and was physically stronger than all nine Thor, Superman, Supergirl, the Hulk, Powergirl, Wondergirl, Captain Thunder, Captain Marvel and yes, Wonder Woman too.

If she wanted to tear out of their tight embrace, the cage of their bodies around her, Clarke more than easily could have.

But both Yelena and Natasha knew that Clarke wouldn't. Something that Yelena had noticed and loved about Clarke? Was that Clarke very obviously lovedhugs. Loved intimacy. Loved being looked after.

She didn't like admitting that she liked being taken care of and being hugged. She had built herself up into being scary, tough and angry and grumpy so as to keep people away so that she wouldn't hurt or betrayed again.

But every last one of Clarke's familial soulmates and every last one of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates and anyone that knew and cared about Clarke deeply, knew that Clarke did.

Yelena smiled and she could have sworn she felt Natasha smiling widely too as they held Clarke between them, cooing to her as they held her protectively-possessively, her scent and the scent of the violets filling their nostrils.

Yelena opened her mouth, and almost said the words that she had always wanted to say to Clarke, but couldn't feel the words come out.

I love you, Clarke.

She wanted to say it. She so wanted to say it, as she buried her face in Clarke's white-blonde hair, taking in the godlike being's scent.

She loved this woman, so fucking much.

But she didn't think she could tell her. She just felt herself being so insecure. She wasn't sure she could tell Clarke that she loved her. Because she knew she was unworthy of her romantic partner soulmate.

But she knew it. She knew for sure that she was in love with Clarke Griffin.

She felt Natasha patting her back and Yelena angled her head just enough to be able to look at Natasha's eyes, past Clarke.

Natasha smiled reassuringly at her sister. And Yelena felt her chest warm up.

Yelena knew that Clarke would never, ever have the same relationship with her that Clarke had with Natasha.

But here Natasha was, doing everything in her power to make Yelena feel like she had a place in Clarke's heart.

Yelena smiled and nuzzled herself into Clarke's neck as Natasha's hand increased its pressure against her back.

She loved Clarke and Natasha both, so much.

She was so, so lucky.

All insecurity aside, there was nothing as sweet as the scent she was smelling, Clarke's scent, Natasha's scent mixed in with Clarke's scent and the violets' scent.