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RHAENYRA TARGARYEN and ALICENT HIGHTOWER
— 1.05 | "The Lord of the Tides"
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Of course Kate throws her arms around Yelena, hugs her to the bone. It makes her feel small: like she can taste the first burst of summer strawberry; like she’s waking up on Christmas morning in Ohio; like she’s wading barefoot in a clear stream on a sunny day. It makes her feel like a child.
It puts a fissure in her carefully constructed floodgates.
Yelena doesn’t know how to say that Kate needs the wingspan of a seabird to hold her safely at the distance she desires. She doesn’t know how to say that a frigatebird has the highest ratio of wing to body, but that wouldn’t even be enough. She doesn’t know how to say a hawk definitely does not. That Kate’s arms could never bear the gap Yelena so desperately needs.
How can she say she has kept her entire life at the disposal of someone else, that she does not know to keep herself and Kate? How can she translate the tangle of grief and anger that snares around her throat? How can she say she would rather chew through her own bone than be trapped again?
Except, Kate’s arms don’t always feel like a cage. Sometimes, and Yelena hates this, sometimes they feel like a bed. And what is that feeling but a lure? Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. How long until the reality check that none of this is real? Isn’t joy just a ruse?
Kate will never hold Yelena at the distance she desires. She is a thorn that digs into flesh, she is a burr that carries the seeds of a new life. A promise of something Yelena has to be brave enough to tend to. She can’t. Not yet.
It’s a good thing Kate is heavy handed. She isn’t patient, but she is stubborn. And maybe one day Yelena can say all the things that evade her. Until then, Kate Bishop squeezes the life out of her and gives that stupid toothy grin because this time, Yelena didn’t immediately duck out of the embrace. That’s something, right?
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Have to try for Alecto now. This Barbie is gonna stab God.
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you write kate and yelena really beautiful. you’ve got their voices down quite well so that they don’t sound out of character and you can almost hear them speaking when you write for them. that’s an impressive feat in my eyes.
this is such an unexpected and wonderful compliment !!! thank you <3 i get nervous writing them sometimes so this is very sweet
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stewing on a bishova au (as always!)
- kate (10) and yelena (15) first meet as kids. kate is on a travel hockey league and yelena is a junior figure skater with the expectations of an olympic gold.
- it’s a chance meeting. kate is practicing for a big game she has over the weekend at the same rink yelena is using to practice for her next competition. kate is in day dream land (imagining herself scoring the winning shot) and nearly crashes into yelena. yelena easily evades her, and kate slides on her stomach, stopping just shy of yelena’s skates. she clumsily gets up to her feet (yelena does not help her) stuttering apologies.
- “americans,” yelena skates off, goes back to practicing. kate is impressed how yelena glides over the ice like she’s flying. kate starts trying to copy her movements, is clumsy at first but starts to get the hang of it. she thinks she can use this type of skating to her advantage in hockey - she would definitely be faster.
- yelena halts, catching onto kate’s mimicry, “what are you doing?” her accent is thick, kate can barely understand. she shrugs, unfazed by the hostility, “you’re fast.” “what, you think you can keep up?” yelena is smug. kate rises to the challenge, “wanna race?” they’re smiling at each other: yelena’s is thin, kate’s is wide and full of teeth. yelena beats her the first time. kate says it isn’t fair, peels out of her hockey gear and races again, they’re laughing chasing each other across the ice. melina arrives, stop them dead, tells yelena she could be injured and ruining her chances of qualifying. eleanor arrives just after, sorry she is late in picking up kate and reminding her she isn’t allowed to skate outside of her allotted time. kate slinks after mother, gives a tiny wave to yelena, “bye, ice princess.”
- yelena qualifies for the olympics, but she never makes it. she’s in a car accident with her sister, who is able to spin their car so that it’s natasha’s side of the vehicle that is smashed instead of yelena’s. natasha dies on impact while yelena is put into a medically-induced coma.
- when she finally wakes up, she feels like her body isn’t hers. it’s jarring. she has to relearn everything. she’s told she’ll never skate again. except it’s two years later and yelena is kissing the top of her sister’s grave before wandering down a winding path to a frozen lake. and she’s lacing her skates and stepping out on the ice. and she’s wobbly and trembling (from the cold, she tells herself) but she gets into a groove. she’s always pushing herself, and tries for an easy trick. can’t find herself in the landing and spills out on the ice. she smacks her hand, open palmed and uselessly, against it. she screams, bursting the winter birds from their roosts, her frustration turning to the hacking sobs of grief.
- but yelena is stubborn and doesn’t stop. she’ll never medal again, but she’ll be damned if she can’t skate. so for the next few years she pours her life back into the only thing that has ever stopped her racing mind. yelena decides to permanently live in nyc (it was her sister’s dream).
- the anger is still festering, a wound she keeps picking that will never heal right. she comes across a post looking for hockey players on a recreational league. thinks about the ice. thinks about the hot flare of hungry rage. thinks about the way she’s been robbed of her future. takes her vengeance on fate.
- yelena goes through the mandatory training and is picked up by a team in the league. she isn’t as fast or agile anymore. but she’s making a name for herself: she’s brutal and strong-handed. she cuts through the other teams with fist and fury. her team rises in the ranks.
- there’s another team in the league with stats that mirror theirs. they have some kind of pro that plays in the off season. yelena thinks they all bleed the same. when they go to face each other, yelena can’t get a read on the player. it’s usually easy to know what kind of hit will leave a mark, loosen just enough space to find a way to the goal. but this player skates in a way… yelena tries to go around, finds herself blocked, makes another attempt, blocked, pulls back and shoves against this insufferable, arrogant pro: “what are you doing?” another block, followed by a toothy grin: “ice princess?” yelena finds the space in that question, fires the puck and relishes in the sound of the celebratory airhorn. her eyes though find her opponent’s lit up, she sees a bubble of word vomit practically bursting at the seams. but it’ll have to wait, yelena has a game to finish.
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yenno the universe won’t let me have a gf so that i have free time to create bishova content
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you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling
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ronance fear street au with robin as deena
and nancy as sam
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ronance fear street au with nancy as deena
and robin as sam
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Chappell Roan
The Jones Assembly, Oklahoma City
February 26, 2024
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"no worries" ah but that is where you are wrong. there are many worries
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“kate bishop, you do not smoke!”
but yelena did. she did and she would ask kate for a light, just to tease, but she didn’t know how stupidly kate wanted to touch her mouth. so kate bought a shitty plastic lighter that was nearly the same color as yelena’s eyes. and she stole yelena’s much sturdier, metal cased lighter that looked like someone had attempted to knife a design into it. and she waited.
she waited until yelena’s phone pinged and the widow grew agitated with whatever was on the screen. and she waited until yelena grabbed her vest and aggressively motioned for kate to follow down the stairs and out into the crowded street. she waited until yelena produced a cigarette and then patted down her vest pockets looking for something she couldn’t find - because it was in kate’s poor excuse for a cutlery drawer at her new apartment. (which she did now at least own two of everything, thank you!)
and then kate didn’t have to wait anymore. because yelena was scowling and desperately rummaging in her empty pockets and kate said, so very cooly: “do you need a light?”
kate held up her shitty gas station lighter and yelena looked just as surprised as when kate slapped her in the elevator nearly six months ago, “kate bishop, you do not smoke!”
which was a point of contention. because kate hated when yelena smoked, but one time she wanted to put her mouth where yelena’s had been because it was the closest she would ever get to what she really wanted. and she had taken a drag and nearly hacked up a lung while yelena berated her for even trying. while yelena said all the same reasons kate told her not to smoke. and then kate was laughing and coughing which made tears streak down her face. and yelena had told her at least she was cute when she wasn’t trying to be cool. and that was a small win.
but kate was trying to be cool right now. she was trying to keep her panicky, throbbing heart from busting out her chest. because, she was going to light yelena’s cigarette and a small part of her brain told her she was special for that, that this was only something yelena would let her do. “do you want it or not?”
and yelena put the cigarette between her lips with a roll of her eyes, her hand outreached to grab the lighter. but kate swatted it away, and flicked the stupid thing - once, twice, fuck was it going to light? embarrassment at her shortfall burned her face, and kate sheepishly looked at yelena. which was always a mistake. because yelena looked like an angel - well the kind that definitely got expelled from heaven. she had a godawful crooked smirk around the cigarette because yelena knew, she always knew kate’s spiraling shenanigans.
and yelena took mercy. as merciful as a fallen angel could be. her hands cupped around kate’s holding the lighter, brought it closer to her face. her eyelashes fluttered and kate almost whined. her last brain cell worked and a flame finally sputtered from the definitely uncool means of getting the proximity kate craved.
yelena lit the cigarette, slowly pulling away. after a dramatic inhale, she took it out of her mouth and said so disgustingly simple: “kate bishop, it is your turn to take me on an american date, yes?”
kate spluttered, “my turn?”
“we had drinks, i paid,” yelena’s nose crinkled, “i said -“
“you said it might not be so bad to be my hawkeye’s widow.”
“and then you choked on your liquor.”
“i thought you meant -“
yelena’s face fell and kate could of kicked herself. “oh, do you not want -“
“no! i mean yes! of course! yes,” kate’s heart was definitely exploded twice over, “i want to take you on a date.” did those words really come out of her mouth?
“good.” it sounded more like a threat, but yelena beamed at kate. she put the half-used cigarette out on the pavement and tugged kate’s sleeve in the direction of their mission, “first we take care of business, then you take me to coney island.”
kate had no choice but to trail after yelena, “coney island? i thought i got to pick this time.”
yelena let out a short bark of laughter.
several bruises and crude stitches later, they went to coney island.
#bishova#kate fell first but definitely did not pick up on yelena’s reciprocated feelings#i know i’ve written about yelena smoking before but i can’t help it
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sometimes all i can do is think about them and cry
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