Journey To the Past [ Romanovs x Reader] 🇺🇸

Mystification, but still victory

Third Person POV

Vladimir Ilich Ulianov lowered his head as the two White Army soldiers held him by shoulders." Who are your workers?!" One of them asked, glaring at him.
" Do you really think I will tell you?"He laughed mockingly.
" We can find out ourselves, anyway." [Y/N] smiled. " You seem to have a lot of notebooks at home... I wonder what's written inside ~"
" You bitch!" He glared at her. Alexei had to be held back, by his father on one side and Dimitri on another, not to do something stupid... All the city was watching.
" Said the one, barking on me." She answered casually. In response, he splited on her face. People gasped. Few man stepped forward, attempting to teach Ulianov a lesson, but [Y/N] raised her hand. " No need, guys. I've been shown disrespect many times. I don't really care. You know why, Mr Lenin?" She bended down to be eye to eye with him as he was still hold down by those two men.".  Because I can go right now and wash my face off of your split. But you can NEVER wash yourself off of your deeds. Everyone will know you as a tyrant. Not a great leader. Chak mate. " She smiled sweetly. " You've lost~" She said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. She walked away. " Polina, found something?!" She called her friend, who came out of the holding an old notebook. " Just a few last names~" She smirked, giving it to her friend. [Y/N] smiled gratefully.
" Well, bravo!" She came towards Nicholas, handing the journal to him. " Your Majesty...Your people await you."

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Meanwhile at Siergiey's house ~

" Darling, what's wrong...?" Hanna looked up at him, concerned as she rocked their daughter in her arms."Something with the letter? You look as you've seen a ghost..."
" The letter is from Alexei Nikolaievich Romanov..." Siergiey uttered. His wife was confused." Did something happen?" The man sat heavily on the armchair. " He... He asked for my blessing to get married to [Y/N]..." Hanna gasped in shock." Did he proposed...?" She whispered as softly as she was able so she wouldn't wake up the sleeping baby.
" Not yet." [Y/N]'s brother shook his head." But as he said in the letter, he preferred to do it earlier, as the traditional custom goes... He asked me, because I'm the closest to [Y/N]..."
" Will you approve?"
" I don't know..."
" Do you have something against him?"
" No..."
" Then, why do you have doubts...? It's really a great honor! Imagine, if the tsar reclaims his throne, his son will be the emperor someday! [Y/N] could become tsarina!"
" I know... That's why I have doubts...I don't know if she would manage..."
" Your sister is the smartest, bravest and kindest woman I know! She would make a wonderful empress!'
" Maybe you're right..."
" Of course I am! Besides, the last word belongs to [Y/N] anyway. Your choice here is to give a blessing and live in truths with your sister,  or not to give it and lose contact."

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" [Y/N]! We've got a problem! Oh, how could I be so naive! They tricked us! I feel stupid!"
" Polina, calm down! What happened?!" [Y/N] put her hands on her friend's shoulders, knowing something bad must have happened....
" Lenin is dead!"
" Isn't it a good thing...?
" No! You don't understand! He's dead since 1924!"
" WHAT?!" Polina attempted to calm down her breathing a little. " I knew something was off... It went too easy... So I checked once again..."
" And?"
" It turns out, our puppet master is someone else..."
" Do you know, who?"
" Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin."
" Damn it!" [Y/N] hissed. " We need a new plan!" She began to walk back and forth around the room. " What to do...? What to do...? What to do...?!" She rambled on nervously. " His Majesty has to know! Go and tell him! I beg you, quick!" Polina stormed out of the room as [Y/N] sat heavily on the bed.  She hid her face. " How could I let this happen...?"
[Y/N] sometimes seemed to forget, that she wasn't even 20 years old now and no one should expect from her to think about everything and predict everything... Even herself...