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allyouneedisbuck · 2 years

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summary -> Your shoulder knocks against his softly, just before the doors to your floor open and you step away. “You should come for dinner, if you’re not too beat. I know Ophelia would love to see her favorite firefighter.”

“I’m the only firefighter she knows.” Bucky smiles teasingly, but he steps out of the elevator after you. You raise your eyebrows and Buck holds his hands up in surrender. “I would love to. Thank you, sunshine.”

or; bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs.

he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you. [bucky barnes x single mom! reader]

words -> 5.7k

warnings -> firefighter!bucky (this story in no way reflects the actual life & work firefighters do) single mom! reader (daughter is named ophelia) found family, background! steve x nat & pure softness

notes -> hello! my welcome back to writing is a little fun piece with firefighter bucky (bc i have been watching 9-1-1 nonstop) & single mom reader. this was gonna be sexier but i was in such a soft mood, so enjoy.

make sure to check out the bonus scene after my author notes at the end

eighteen plus blog.

— ➶ —

Bucky knows warmth. He feels it all the time.

He feels the heat of the Los Angeles sun beating against his back as he and Steve fight against whatever metal warps in car doors to save lives.

He feels it in the fire that almost burns as he pulls out families because the stove was long forgotten or a candle was just too close to the curtain.

But he never feels the kind of warmth at work that he feels around you. Your smile is always warm and eyes as bright as sunshine.

Bucky knows warmth, but no warmth can make him quite as happy as yours.

— ➶

“Bucky!” He looks up from his spot in the elevator, and finds you calling out from the revolving door in the lobby with grocery bags in your hand. “Hold it?” You smile brightly and Bucky freezes for a moment, absolutely consumed by the warmth of it before he sees the elevator doors closing on him.

He panics reaching an arm out at the last minute before they shut completely on you. You smile gratefully as you slip in beside him.

“Hey, thanks.” You grin up at him as you stand beside him, your shoulders brushing against his. “How are you?”

Bucky smiles down at you. “Hey. Sorry, I blanked for a second there.” He nods at the doors that are now closed as the numbers begin to ascend.

1. 2. 3.

“I knew you wouldn’t let them shut on me, Buck.” You shrug with a gentle smile.

Buck looks up at the numbers again. 3. 4. 5.

“Yeah. It was just a long shift.” He thinks of the little boy, around your daughter’s age, who had clung to his turncoat and coughed into his shoulder as Buck carried him out of the burning house.

Kids were always hard. Bucky couldn’t shake the worry he felt over the smoke inhalation.

Your shoulder knocks against his softly, just before the doors to your floor open and you step away. “You should come for dinner, if you’re not too beat. I know Ophelia would love to see her favorite firefighter.”

“I’m the only firefighter she knows.” Bucky smiles teasingly, but he steps out of the elevator after you. You raise your eyebrows and Bucky holds his hands up in surrender. “I would love to. Thank you, sunshine.”

You smile brightly, and the skin around your eyes crinkle and your eyes sparkle, Bucky is hit with how well the nickname fits you.

“Come on, firefighter Barnes.” You nod your head begin the walk down the hallway towards your apartment.

“Hey, wait,” Bucky reaches out to take the bags from your hands, “let me get these for you. I can’t believe it took me this long to grab them.”

You let him grab them easily, but stop to look at him with worry on your face. “You sure? You look dead on your feet, Buck.”

He walks ahead of you, already knowing the way to your apartment, and turns to look over his shoulder with a reassuring grin. “Never too tired to carry groceries for my favorite girl.”

You scrunch your nose up with a smile. He knows it’s not out of confusion, he refers to both of you as his favorite girls all the time, he just likes seeing the smile you shoot his way when says something like, “Obviously I mean O, I know she’s starving and her favorite mac and cheese is in here.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” You push his shoulder blade and Bucky fakes a stumbling step. “I get it. She’s cooler, funnier, cuter, and all that jazz.”

Bucky looks down at his feet. “As long as you know where you stand.” When he looks up again, you’re swerving around him and stopping in front of your door with your keys out. When you stuff your key into the lock, Bucky nudges your foot with his to get you to look over at him. “If it makes you feel better, you’re a close second.”

“You are too.” You smile softly, then laugh. “I mean, my favorite person not my favorite girl.” You turn the lock and push the door open.

Bucky smiles to himself. His heart always beat a little faster when you let your affection for him slip through the cracks.

You were warm, but you protective of your daughter, it was the only reason Bucky was so nervous to ask for more. He knew the last thing you wanted to do was rip someone out of your daughter’s life after she’s lost so much and that’s why the two of you had stayed in this gray area of a little more than friends.

“Bucky!” Ophelia squeals as soon as she notices him behind you. Bucky smiles wide as she hops off of her grandmother’s lap and makes a mad dash towards him. He drops the bags at his feet and squats down with open arms.

Ophelia crashes into him, her little arms wrapping around his neck, and Bucky squeezes her in return. He turns his head and presses a kiss to the crown of her head before pulling back to look at her. “Boy am I glad to see you, O.”

She grins, a bashful one, before leaning into to give him another hug. “Missed you!”

“It’s like I’m not even here.” You say to your grandmother as she begins to gather her things. “You can stay here! Eat with us.”

Your grandmother presses a kiss to your cheek, laughing softly as she passes through the kitchen and stops by Bucky and Ophelia. “Come here. I know I don’t compare to this one but I deserve a hug too.”

Bucky laughs as he stands, Ophelia still holding onto hand, and gives your grandmother a half hug. “Have a good night!”

“When are you going to marry this boy, my love? Too sweet to your girls.” She pinches Bucky’s cheeks and he feels himself flush as you begin to splutter.

You pick up the bags from Bucky’s feet and shake your head at them. “I’m not get married right now.” You say to your grandmother. She shrugs and gives Bucky a conspiratorial look before moving towards you door again.

“Bucky! Do you want to see my drawing?” Ophelia begins to tug on his hand. He follows her easily, glancing at you as they pass by. You smile easily, waving him off like you know he feels awful for leaving you to put groceries away on your own.

Bucky nods and looks down at the little girl again. “Of course I do!”

She looks so much like you. You deny it every time he makes a comment about it and say she got so much of father, but Bucky wouldn’t really know.

All he sees are your eyes. Your smile. Your hair. He hears your laugh. And you never talk about her father. He’s never seen any pictures, so he wouldn’t know and he won’t press.

“It’s you!” Ophelia says sweetly as she pushes the drawing towards him. Bucky feels like his heart is going burst out of his chest at the look of adoration on her face. “With your truck! And with Twix!” She points to each piece of the drawing as she talks.

Bucky is standing beside a lopsided firetruck and the firehouse dog, Twix, who Ophelia had only met once when Bucky had brought her home because Steve was out of town, and then he notices what he presumes to be Ophelia and you.

“And who is this?” He points to the drawn Ophelia.

“Me!” She leans against his shoulder and points to the drawing of you. “And that’s mommy! It’s all of us!”

Bucky smiles so wide his cheeks ache, but he can’t bring himself to care. Not as Ophelia leans against him like he’s her favorite person in the entire world.

And certainly not as you watch from your place in the kitchen with soft eyes.

“I love it, Ophie.” Bucky says genuinely. “Can I bring it home with me? To hang on my fridge?” He already had a couple drawings up there. One was from a little boy who was thanking Bucky for saving his dog from the roof and the other from Ophelia depicting Twix.

She nods excitedly, Bucky looks over at you in the kitchen watching them. You just smile kindly at him, not saying anything, like you knew Bucky needed this.

You did. He knows you did. You had a knack for knowing when Bucky was coming off the hard shifts. From the first day you had met him, your eyes had trailed over his face almost like you recognized the far away look in his eyes and you had offered him some of the peach cobbler that was tinfoil wrapped in your hand.

Then you had introduced him to Ophelia and Bucky had found comfort in your family of two. Found comfort in the way you so effortlessly raised her with kindness and gentleness that made Bucky’s heart skip a beat every time he got to witness it.

‘Thank you.’ He mouths and your smile widens, but you still say nothing.

You don’t have to.

— ➶

Steve never said much about Bucky’s friendship with you. He knew it wasn’t like any friendship Bucky had and he probably knew that Bucky was in love with you, but he never asked.

Not until he saw the drawings. “These from Ophelia?” He had met her recently, and you, when you had stopped by the station together to drop off a plate of cookies.

(“She insisted.” You had grinned as you gently shoved the plate of cookies into his hands. “Her favorite firefighter needed some sweets and it’s my day off, so… I figured why not.”

Bucky’s heart had felt like it was going to fall out of his chest as he looked down at Ophelia, looking around the station in awe.

He loved you so much it ached. “Let me show you around.” He nodded his head towards the back of the station, where the kitchen and most of his crew were.

The two of you had followed willfully, nodding as Bucky pointed out the fire pole, the bunk room, the trucks. You listened silently as Ophelia oohed and awed at everything.

“Hey, Buck.” Steve had said from his spot at the kitchen table. Sam was stirring something on the stove, Natasha beside him as they chatted quietly. They smiled at Bucky and the two girls beside him, said hello, and went back to chatting.

Bucky swallowed, oddly nervous to introduce the two of you. He had talked about you a lot. Talked about the dinners, the elevator chats, the way Bucky had started to feel like a piece of family. “Steve,” he gestured towards you and Ophelia, “these are my neighbors, you know…”

Steve nodded, gave Bucky a look he was too afraid to decipher, and knelt down to say hello to the little girl clinging to your hand. “Nice to meet you, Ophelia. I’ve heard a lot about you.”)

Bucky nodded, a soft look on his face as he looked over i the drawings. “Yeah. She gave them to me after our last shift, like she knew it had been a rough one. I think that mom of hers always know when I need it.” Bucky smiles to himself, thinking of your nonchalant invitations and warm home.

Steve nodded and didn’t say anything for a moment. Bucky watched as his eyes trailed over the two drawings with Ophelia’s eight year old signature in the corner. “What’s going on with you two?”

“What do you mean?” Steve knew the two of you were friends, Bucky talked about you guys all the time and he never mentioned it being anything more. He had never even mentioned his feelings for you. “We’re friends.”

Steve hums in response, his eyes landing on a photo strip held up by a Los Angeles Zoo magnet. “You look more like a family.” He points out.

“We are, kind of.” Bucky shrugs. “I don’t know. You’re my family too. You know I haven’t heard from Becca in years, not since my parents funeral. I like to think I’ve got myself a little found family out here.”

Steve’s eyes soften. It’s not pity, he knows Bucky hates those pitying looks when it comes to his family situation, but’s something sad. “I am, Buck. You have. I just don’t want you to get attached to something you can’t have.”

“Something I can’t have?” Bucky asks incredulously. He feels his entire face twist with hurt at Steve’s observation. “Why not?”

Steve looks down at his feet. “Have you and her talked about it? Talked about being more than friends,” at Bucky’s look, he smiles, “or whatever you are now?”

“No.” Bucky says, confusion evident in his tone. “Not really. I don’t want to push her into something she’s not ready for, you know? She hasn’t really spoken of her ex, but I know he left her with some issues.”

“I’m not trying to pick a fight with you, Buck.” Steve says placatingly. “You’re my brother. I just worry...” He trails off and Buck instantly knows that there’s more he wants to say.

Bucky raises his eyebrows, waits Steve out. Steve sighs. “I just don’t want you to build this family ideal with her then she finds someone else, or just ditches you when she doesn’t want you anymore.”

Bucky has to bite back a rude response. He forces in a deep breath. “Kind of feels like you’re picking a fight.” Bucky says a little coldly. “Feels like you don’t trust my judgement. Like you’re questioning one of the most important people in my life and telling me that she doesn’t really want anything with me.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. “Have you asked? About what she wants with you?”

“Well,” Bucky pauses. No. He had always been too afraid, and Steve knows that. “No. She has a daughter. A relationship isn’t just something you can jump into when you have a kid, I know that. I understand. I won’t push her.”

“It’s not pushing to ask, Buck.” Steve says gently. “I’m just… I just don’t want you to lose it all. I really think you should ask, just figure her out a little more before you’re left with drawings from a little girl you never get to see anymore.”

Bucky stares at him. The feelings twist and churn inside him. Nausea settles in his stomach and his head aches because no matter how defensive - protective - he felt over his relationship with you, Steve had a point.

He was attached to something, claimed something, that may not actually be his to claim.

— ➶

Steve’s line of questioning leaves Bucky in a difficult position. On one hand, he feels protective over his relationship with you. He knew you and he knew you cared about him and that everything you did, you did with your daughter at heart.

On the other hand, it had been five years since you had moved to Los Angeles. A few years of whatever it was you and Buck were, dinners the three of you, gifts for birthdays and holidays, and newly, stops by the fire-station. Things that made him think that maybe you wanted something more too.

“Barnes.” Natasha’s voice snaps him out of it as she pulls out the chair across from him. “Why are so out of sorts? I swear Tony is about to send you home.”

Bucky furrows his eyebrows. “Why? It’s not like I’ve fucked anything up today or disobeyed any orders.”

“Because he’s worried about you?” Her tone is questioning and Bucky can see in her eyes that she’s worried too. “You’ve been in your head all day. I mean, I know you’re the broody type, but you’re normally a little funny.” She grins.

Bucky snorts and looks down at his fingers tapping against his knee cap. “Steve’s just got me worried about some stuff,” he risks a glance back up at Nat before looking down again, “and I’m feeling weird. I’ll get over it.”

“Is it the stuff with your girl? The one who lives in your apartment building?” She asks knowingly, and Bucky supposes she would be privy the the knowledge of his and Steve’s conversation considering her relationship with Steve.

He nods. “He just… I know Steve can be protective, he was there for the shit with my sister, and he’s like my brother so it makes me feel…” Bucky trails off, he had never been good with expressing how much he appreciated Steve and his found family at this station. “I appreciate it. I just… It just sucked for him to pop my bubble. I really like her, Nat. Him being weary of her kind of sucks.”

It’s silent in the kitchen as Natasha watches him. Bucky has always felt embarrassingly open when Natasha watched him. Her eyes are sharp and focused and she’s always been able to read people.

“Steve has a huge heart and he cares about you so much, Buck. You’re the brother he never had.” Natasha looks over her shoulder, as if she expects him to pop up at her mention of him. Bucky wouldn’t be all that shocked if he did. “I think… I think you protected him for so long, that he feels like he has to repay you somehow and that not being able to fix what happened with your sister made him feel like he failed.”

“It’s not like he could have stopped her from cutting me out.” Bucky says quietly.

She smiles softly. “I know. He knows, it’s just… It’s hard to accept, I think.” She shakes her head, then reaches across the table to tap the back of Bucky’s hand. “He wants to protect you this time, but don’t let him scare you out of something good. I hear the way you talk about them, see the way you look at them. You owe it to yourself to give it a shot, everybody else’s opinion be damned.”

“When did you go soft on me, Romanoff?” Bucky pushes away from table when they hear footsteps come towards the kitchen.

She smiles, but doesn’t say anything.

Bucky swallows, give it a shot.

— ➶

“Hey! Firefighter Barnes, how are you today?” You smile brightly as you open the door. Ophelia squela as Bucky drops the leash and allows Twix to barrel into the apartment. “Thanks for bringing Twix over, she’s been talking about it all week.”

Bucky smiles in thanks as he follows you into the kitchen. “Of course. Anything for that girl, you know that.”

“Yeah.” You say quietly, a smile brightening your face as you begin to pull wrapped dishes out of the oven, like you had been keeping them warm for him. “Ophelia, remember to be gentle. Twix is Mr. Steve’s pet and he trusts you enough to let you play with her.”

Ophelia looks up from her spot beside the golden retriever. “I know, mama. You already talked to me about the responsibility.” Ophelia can’t quite pronounce the word correctly and it makes Bucky grin as she goes back to petting Twix.

“Responsibility.” You correct, making it a point to pronunciate the word for her, but Ophelia is too wrapped up in the world of Twix the dog and you go ignored. You roll your eyes fondly before turning to look at Bucky. “How are you, Buck?”

He shrugs, moving to unwrap the dishes. “I’m okay. I appreciate the meal, but you didn’t have to do this. I could’ve cooked at home.”

“I wanted to. I love cooking, besides, you look like you could use a break. Rough shift?” You ask quietly, gently pushing him to side as you begin to make a plate.

Bucky watches for a silent moment, enjoying how you look confidently moving around your kitchen. “Yeah.” He breathes out when you look over your shoulder encouragingly. “Car accident on Sunset. It was bad. We,” he looks over at Ophelia and lowers his voice, “lost someone. One second he was there, joking with us about how upset his wife was gonna be and the next he was gone.”

“Oh, Buck.” You say softly. You reach out and give his hand a gentle squeeze before moving to lean with your back against the counter as Buck takes the plate from your hands and rests it on the counter behind him. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugs and looks down at his feet. They didn’t respond to fatal calls all that often. Car accidents? Yeah. Fires? Swimming accidents? Cats in trees? People stuck in things they shouldn’t be stuck in? Medical calls? Yes to all of it, but fatal calls were a lot rarer than people thought.

Common enough that Bucky and the rest of his crew have come up with ways to deal with it, but rare enough that when they do happen there are moments of grief. What could they have done differently? Was this person at peace?

Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about the realization on the man’s face when he coughed up blood. He was laughing one moment, coughing up blood the next and then making Bucky promise to tell his wife how sorry he was that he wouldn’t be home for dinner.

‘She loves cooking. I love her cooking. Tell her I’m sorry I won’t be home for dinner.’ Bucky had nodded with tears in his eyes as the man coughed again, as his heart rate spiked then stopped.

“Too much internal bleeding.” Natasha had said gently, her hand rubbing Bucky’s shoulder. “He was bleeding too much and too fast for us to get it under control.”

“It’s okay.” Bucky rubs the bottom of his nose harshly with the back of his hand, trying to hide the tears and sniffles. There had been flowers in the passenger seat of the car. “Just... I hate losing people. Even worse when I have to inform the family.”

Your eyes grow wide and wet at Bucky’s admission. “You went?” You ask quietly. “I’m sure someone else could have passed the message along. Someone who wasn’t there.”

“Yeah. Officer Strange offered to do it for me. I just... I promised him, you know? I couldn’t save him so the least I could do is let his wife know what he said.” Bucky wraps his arms around himself like it can be some kind of comfort.

(“I’m so sorry for your loss.”

She had fallen to her knees, screams of agony coming for her lips as Bucky and Stephen tried to prevent her from hitting the ground too hard. “There was too much internal damage. He was declared deceased on the scene.” Strange finishes for Bucky when he realizes Bucky won’t be able to.

Bucky had swallowed thickly, tears threatening to fall as he kneeled down in front of her and held her hands in his. “He told me how much he loved you. And your cooking. And that he’s sorry he couldn’t make it home for dinner.”

Buck knows, looking at her sobbing, that this image will stay with him for the rest of his life.)

“I’ll never know how anybody does that part of the job.” Bucky admits, wiping harshly at the tears on his cheeks. “It’s... it’s awful.”

You crowd against him, you arms wrapping around Bucky’s waist tightly. “I’m so sorry Bucky.” You murmur into his chest, not letting him go. Bucky wraps his arms around you and pushes his face into you hair and breathes in.

“Hugs!” Ophelia cheers, rushing into the kitchen beside you two. You laugh gently wrapping one loose arm around her shoulders as Ophelia wraps herself around both of your legs. Bucky smiles, a genuine smile, and runs a hand over her hair.

“Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your temple and relishes in the comfort of his two favorite girls. Any worries or questions he had pushed to the back burner. There were bigger things to deal with right now and you were helping him through it.

That’s what mattered.

— ➶

Once Ophelia’s in bed, and you’ve opened a bottle of wine, Bucky starts to think about what it would be like to kiss you. It’s not a new thought, not really, but his inhibitions are lowered and he really wants to know what that banana chapstick you wear tastes like.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggle, softly and relaxed, your own wine glass heading towards it’s third refill.

Bucky grins, his head resting on the back of your couch as he stares at you. “Like what?”

“Like...” You take another sip of your wine, eyes narrowing at Bucky as his own smile widens. “All warm and gooey.” That makes Bucky laugh loudly, so loudly that your hand flies over to cover his mouth as you shush him, your own hysteric giggles coming out. “Bucky! She’s asleep!”

It makes Bucky’s chest ache with want. He wants this, so much. The late night glasses of wine and quiet laughter as Ophelia sleeps down the hall. A movie he won’t be able to recall by the time he falls asleep because he’s so focused on you.

“I don’t think gooey is a look, sunshine.” Bucky finally whispers, pulling your hand away before letting it go. You grin, something sweet, before reaching up to play with a strand of hair that’s loosely hanging over his forehead.

You hum. Bucky’s heart races. “If you saw the way you were looking at me right now, you’d see what I meant.” You whisper in response.

“Hey.” Bucky starts, blinking up at you. “Sunshine, if I... If I kissed you right now what would you say?”

Your eyes widen. Bucky’s heart doesn’t stop racing. You open your mouth, and, “Mama?” you both jump.

“Hey, baby.” You move off the couch quickly. “What are you doing awake?” Your maternal voice is on instantly and the moment, the sweet, soft moment full of the kind of warmth that Bucky constantly craves, is gone.

Ophelia shrugs. “I woke up and Mr. Bear was gone.” Bucky bites back a smile at the name. The creativity of a young child shining through. “I can’t find him, Mama.”

“And you can’t sleep without him.” You sigh, standing up straight. You look over your shoulder, apologetic eyes on Bucky, and he waves you off. “I should get going anyways. A secret between you and me, Steve and I are going ring shopping tomorrow morning. I should have been in bed hours ago.”

It seems to lift whatever weight had settled over your shoulders and you nod. “Okay, love. Let’s go find Mr. Bear.”

He’s undoubtedly stuffed between the wall and Ophelia’s bed, or under it, but Bucky feels the flush of embarrassment as soon as you turn your back. It’ll only take five minutes to find, ten to put Ophelia back to sleep, and Bucky could wait.

He doesn’t. He snaps his fingers, Twix appearing from her spot underneath the dining table, and lets her follow him out into the hallway. Your front door slamming softly behind them.

You had looked to him for an out when Ophelia had come out, and Bucky had given it to you, even if it felt like he was breaking his heart in the process.

— ➶

“You almost kissed her then Ophelia came out?” Steve asks again as his eyes trail over the case of jewelry in front of them. The sales associate is watching them with thinly veiled interest and Bucky groans.

He glances at the associate again. “I asked to kiss her, she said nothing, then Ophelia came out asking about Mr. Bear. I booked it, dude.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I can take a hint, she did not want a kiss.”

Steve snorts, the associate does too but he as least attempts to cover it up with a cough. “Can I see these?” Steve points to a small case of emerald cut diamonds. The associate nods and moves to unlock it and Steve looks up at Bucky. “I think you’re overreacting. She probably wasn’t expecting it. That doesn’t mean she didn’t want you to kiss her.”

The case is set in front of them and Steve looks down. “You didn’t see her face, Steve. I don’t think I’m reading it wrong.” His eyes catches a smaller ring, something simple, and Buck points at it. “She wants something simple. Nat hates gaudy stuff.”

“You should talk to her. At the very least so things aren’t awkward.” Steve pushes the case back to the associate and points down at the oval cut, single diamond that Bucky had noticed. “Can I see that one?”

Bucky looks down at the ring. “She would love this.” He says quietly. Steve nods. “Is this the one?” The associate grins.

“You should talk to her, Buck.” Steve says, still staring down at the ring. ‘If she wants to be with you, then you’ll finally be with her. If she doesn’t, you’ll know and be able to find your person.” He smiles at the associate, handing the ring back. “I think we have.”

Bucky’s phone vibrates. He slaps a hand against Steve’s shoulder. “I’m happy for you, dude. Sorry about the price tag, but happy for you.” He grins at the associate, whose lips have flattened in annoyance, before stepping away to check his phone while Steve discusses payment.

There’s a text from you, a photo of Ophelia grinning at the camera, Mr. Bear in her arms. Bucky smiles.

Crisis Averted.

Can I come over tonight? So we can talk?

Bucky sucks in a shaky breath.

Yeah. Please.

— ➶

Bucky is full of nervous energy. He shifts the vase of flowers that sits on his entryway table once, then twice, then a third time before he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

He knows that this won’t ruin anything, that if you say you don’t want to be with him like that then you two will remain friends. He’s confident in the bond you’ve built, but he’s worried about the ache in his chest not going away even as the months continue on. As summer turns to fall and fall to winter, Bucky will still revolve around you.

There’s a knock at his door. Bucky sucks a deep breath in before opening it. “Hey.” You grin up at him, Bucky tries to grin back but he knows it looks forced. “Thanks for letting me come over. You left so quickly last night, I didn’t even get the chance to...”

“I’m sorry.” Bucky blurts out, effectively cutting you off. You pause, and Bucky forges on. “I didn’t. I mean, I did. I do. I just, was tipsy, and usually I keep it to myself, but you looked so pretty and I thought what the hell!” He laughs, a little hysterically, as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you uncomfortable.”

Your eyes track him as he takes a step away from you, but your hand reaches out and wraps around his wrist. “Buck, breathe.” Bucky listens, inhaling deeply. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. Fuck, Bucky, I’ve had a crush on you since we moved in. I just... There’s a huge difference between being friends with a single mom and dating one, and most guys don’t mind being friends but run at the idea of a relationship.”

Maybe for the first time since he asked to kiss you, Bucky’s heart slows to a normal rhythm. “I would never run from that with you, sunshine. That’s... That’s all I’ve wanted with you since the first time you and Ophelia invited me over for dinner.”

“It’s not... It’s not always giggles and drawings and you being their favorite person.” You push, not stepping any closing to Bucky, your hand still wrapped around his wrist. “It’s... It’s, her waking you up at five in the morning and being forced to share holidays and dates and trips with her, because I won’t put her on the back burner. I won’t, Buck. Not for anybody.”

Bucky cups your cheek with one hand, his other twisting to lace your fingers together. “I would never ask you to, sunshine. She’s my favorite girl in the whole world, no offense,” He grins when you laugh softly, “and I love her. I want her opening presents way too early on Christmas morning and getting hyped up on sugar every birthday. I want to share blowing out the candles and hopefully one day I’ll get to share a bride with her too.”

“A bride?” You ask softly. “You’d want to... You’d want to marry me?”

Bucky nods. If he was twenty and at the academy again he’d probably be embarrassed by the tears welling in his eyes, but he’s not, so he just shrugs and lets you see the glassy blue. “I’ve known you for five years now, sunshine. I think I’ve been in love with you for 4.9 of them.”

“That doesn’t make sense, I don’t think that’s how that ratio would work out.” you murmur, your own eyes welling up, and words a little muffled by Bucky’s hand.

Bucky laughs. “Shut up.” He takes a step towards you. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

“Please.” You smile at him and Bucky feels like he’s glowing with it as he meets your lips with his. His eyes slide shut and he just feels so fucking warm with it, with the kiss. It’s nothing like the Los Angeles sun that leaves his nose a little red, nothing like the warmth of Steve’s stare or of Nat’s smile.

It’s comforting.

It feels like coming home.

— ➶

notes -> UMMM hi? is this.... tee.... posting the firefighter fic she talked about months ago? it IS! this went. a completely different direction than what i originally planned, but i’m still kind of in love with it, so i hope you enjoy it too.

as always, comments & reblogs are appreciated.

P.S - Bonus Scene ->

You love the way Bucky describes things.

The way things he loves are warm, like your home and your friends and Ophelia.

You kind of understand it now, why he says it, as you listen to him and Ophelia from your spot hidden in the hallway.

The door to her bedroom is open, and you heard their laughter as soon as you stepped into the apartment, and it just makes you feel warm, like the comfort of your favorite blanket wrapped around you during a rainstorm.

They’re whispering about a ring you found hidden in Bucky’s drawer in the bathroom when you were searching for his cologne. “Do you think mama will like it?”

“Yes!” Ophelia giggles. “It’s like a real princess ring.”

You smile, make sure to shut the door a little louder than necessary. “I’m home!” You call out, giving Bucky time to stuff the ring back into his pocket and shush Ophelia. “There are my two favorite people!”

You grin as you stop in her doorway. Bucky’s eyes are a warm blue, filled with love, and Ophelia’s conspiratorial giggles make your heart settle in a way that only she can.

You can’t wait to say yes.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes writing #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes oneshot #james bucky barnes x reader

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pink-chevalier · 5 months

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Ophelia: I can't believe we finally found our Spooky Day costume.

Jaxi: You mean your costume because mine has been planned.

Ophelia: Sorry that not all of us want to go as a widow.

Jaxi: Excuse me, I'm going as the widow of a rich husband who died under mysterious circumstances.

Ophelia: So, you killed him?

Jaxi: Yes, I did, and I don't regret it because I'm rolling in millions.

Ophelia: *smiles* You wish.

Jaxi: Big time. So, about that new kitten?

Ophelia: *sighs* I had to convince Simon to take the blame for Percy because Christ, I don't understand that kid.

Jaxi: You really think it's gonna work?

Ophelia: I'm willing to bet my firstborn son that it's gonna work. I know they'll get a bit angry with Simon, but they'll let him keep the kitten.

Jaxi: I would feel some type of way because it feels like favoritism, you know?

Ophelia: I see where you're coming from, but trust me, they love us all equally; is that Simon's very... sensitive? I don't know the right word to describe him.

Jaxi: *nods* I think I get it.

Ophelia: Anyways, enough about Simon and Mint, tell me what happened yesterday.

Jaxi: Gosh, I don't even want to talk about it.

Ophelia: Girl, come on, I'm not gonna make fun of you.

Jaxi: That's what they all say, and then they make fun of you.

Ophelia: Jaxi, I promise I won't make fun of you.

Jaxi: Alright. My mom sent me to the grocery store last night because we ran out of garlic or whatever.

Ophelia: I know that. You sent me a random picture of bananas.

Jaxi: Cause they were huge!

Ophelia: Fast forward, Jaxi.

Jaxi: Gosh, fine. So, I basically bumped into this boy at the store, and when I mean bumped into him, girl, I knocked his ass down.

Ophelia: Oh my God.

Jaxi: Ophelia, I knocked him so down that his glasses flew off. I went to help him up, but I ended up stepping on his glasses!

Ophelia: Like you broke them and everything?

Jaxi: Yes! I heard the crunch and snap. I even felt it under my boot.

Ophelia: Jaxi…

Jaxi: Don't even try to make me feel better. You know, I told my mom about this, and guess what she said.

Ophelia: What she said?

Jaxi: That it happens to everyone, and I probably won't ever see him again. Blah blah blah.

Ophelia: That's such a typical mom thing to say.

Jaxi: And you wanna know the worst part.

Ophelia: What?

Jaxi: He was so cute, and I want to meet him again. *smiles* He wasn't even mad at me for stepping on his glasses.

Ophelia: Did you get his name? His number?

Jaxi: No. Like an idiot, I was stuttering, and then he had to leave to see if he could replace his glasses.

Ophelia: Did he have on a uniform?

Jaxi: I think so? He was wearing a green blazer, but I didn't see the logo.

Ophelia: *smiles* I think we could meet him again.

Jaxi: Seriously?

Ophelia: Yeah! Not many schools wear green blazers, and I can ask Simon to see if he knows the boy.

Jaxi: Oh my god! I'm so excited!

#simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #s4 #The Knight Family

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kate-bishops-waifu · 2 months

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"Ow."

A/N: Uhhhhh I kind of hate it but these cluster headaches have been so bad that I needed to give this to myself. Do not be surprised if I delete it later, as I am already terrified to post it. Very very mild blink and you'll miss it suggestive moment.

Word count: 1336

Library Date Gone wrong.

Kate whined a little pathetically and swore under her breath. tossing her handheld console on the couch, she dramatically pouted at the girl sitting next to her who was pointedly ignoring her complaints. She leaned over resting her head on one of the pillows and squinted her eyes hoping to garner some kind of attention. This proved unsuccessful.

“It happened again.”

Ophelia didn't make any discernible response, keeping her nose in her book. Kate went on.

“That same kid- every time. I start a match and he's there, messing up my score. You know he was one assist better than me? One! I think I cussed him out the other night. He might be a hacker. Do you think he has some kind of vendetta? Should I kick his ass? I think he's like 12 I told you I talked to him on chat once-”

Ophelia nodded vaguely.

“Babe, how are you still awake right now?”

That earned her a gentle shushing.

“I literally can't stay awake, I read like, one chapter and I'm zonked. How are you still so concentrated?”

“Mmph.” Ophelia mildly grumbled, then shut her book. “Too loud.”

“But- this is the fourth time. You know I got his user-”

“You know I love when you talk about your games but darling we had such a nice quiet little moment there. Can you tell me about Fortnite later?”

Kate huffed. “You kinda sound like that librarian. And I know you know I'm not playing fortnite.”

“She wasn't uptight, you were just being a bit loud.”

Kate smiled smugly. “Well I got you to pay attention to me.”

This was answered with a patient sigh.

Kate plopped her face on Ophelia's shoulder and whined once more. This did earn her a scratch on the head. She turned her head and looked up, running an index finger over ophelia's cheek. “You have dents in your cheeks. They're all sunken in like a corpse.”

“. . . Is that a compliment?”

“Yes.” Kate sat up, scooting even closer and gently ran a hand down Ophelia's side, sliding further until she reached hip and pressed her lips against the shell of her ear. “There's noone around,” hip gave way to thigh, where she bunched a bit of skirt into a fist.

Ophelia couldn't help her face feeling warm, shying away ever so slightly. “M-maybe right now's not the best idea- I'm sorry I just,”

Kate shook her head, a smile on her lips, “you’re good.”

“It's my favorite library is all an-”

“Babygirl you're fine. I'm just gonna stretch my legs ‘kay?”

“Zoomies?” Ophelia asked, hugging her book to her stomach.

“Yup.” Kate beamed and kissed her girl's forehead, hopping off the couch in the same movement and disappearing.

OphelIa settled a little more into the couch, keeping her feet up on the table and reached over for the coat Kate had left. She unfurled it and draped it over her legs like a blanket, pulling the collar up to sniff before picking her book back up again. Absently, she began to play with the fidget necklace around her neck, a gift from Kate.

It was forty five minutes before Kate returned, two single slice pizza boxes in one hand and sipping on a sugary coffee from the other.

For a moment she thought Ophelia had abandoned their stuff on the couch, but then she noticed her coat shift and she giggled to herself.

“Are you hiding there?” She set the food on the table and went to pull the coat off Ophelia’s head but was met with resistance. “You okay?” She pulled again, lifting it all the way off. The girl underneath was curled up as tightly as she could manage in the corner of the couch, the heel of her hand pressed into her right eye. “Woah, okay, not okay. What’s going on?”

Ophelia gave what amounted to a pretty pathetic “Oww.” and shifted to sit up.

“Headache?” Kate pulled Ophelia’s hand away from her face.

She nodded. Her right eye was watering, and slightly red from pressing it too hard.

“Did you bring your meds?”

She shook her head.

“Okay here, drink this. It’s coffee.” Kate handed her drink over, and with eyes closed Ophelia turned the straw towards herself and took a long sip. She pulled away for a moment, pursing her lips. “I know it’s a little sweet,” Kate smiled, her voice low. Ophelia took another sip anyway, and Kate replaced the coat over her head. “Let’s get you home yeah?” Kate gathered their things, slinging both of their bags over her shoulder and helping the beleaguered girl up from the couch.

Ophelia held on to Kate, her arms wrapped so she could hold the cold cup against her temple. She had to press herself against Kate so she didn’t feel like she would fall. It was an awkward trip through the library to Kate’s old purple VW Beetle where Ophelia curled up as tightly as she could in the passenger seat.

The ride home was short, and more painful than she wanted to admit, Ophelia’s head was getting worse by the moment, and every sharp turn or hard rev of the engine made it worse. Kate was such an enthusiastic driver, for want of a better term. She usually found some excuse to drive faster than the speed limit and she had become rather adept at weaving through traffic. Thankfully they made it to their apartment before long and Kate helped her out of the car, “I’ll carry you in?”

Ophelia gave what Kate assumed was a nod, and reached up. Kate maneuvered her arms around her neck and lifted her out of the car, Ophelia’s legs wrapping around her middle. She buried her face in Kate’s neck.

“Atta girl. Hey, I can totally see your petticoats. Cover up slut.” Kate whispered, earning a half hearted kick.

It was a bit tricky getting inside, but Kate managed to get the door unlocked, drop their bags by the front door, and get Ophelia upstairs and into bed without tripping on Lucky who was sniffing excitedly at her legs.

“There you go, let’s get you something more comfortable to wear?”

“Meds?” Ophelia whined from between the pillows.

“Right. Yeah. Where are they?”

She was met only with a shuttered cry, and a sharp point to the bedside table.

Kate did a clumsy half jump half crawl over the bed and tore open the drawer where she sorted through a couple varieties of pills before coming upon the right one. “Here, here, drink some water and take this. It’s gonna taste really bad so I’ll grab you something sour. That helps right?”

Ophelia only writhed in pain, one arm shooting up to pull Kate down with her.

“Okay-okay shh it’s okay.” Kate adjusted them so she was sitting against the pillow with Ophelia’s head tucked into the softest part of her shoulder, tears staining her shirt pretty quickly. “We should really get you into something more comfortable,” A shake of the head. “No, no right. Umm just- oh- hey. Look who's come to check on you.”

There was a dip in the mattress as Lucky hopped up sniffing at Ophelia’s dark curls, and settling down, his muzzle pressed against her back.

“See? It can’t be so bad, Pizza Dog’s here. He’ll, um, heal you with his gourmet pizza and nasty kisses?”

It must have been an hour or more before Ophelia fell asleep, her body exhausted from the pain. Kate couldn’t tell, but she breathed a final sigh of relief that there was no more of that terrifying writhing. She’d been kidnapped, jumped off skyscrapers, even shot at, but at the moment that felt totally mundane. A problem she could shoot at or hit. She didn’t know how to deal with this, as rare as they were. She hoped her heart wasn’t beating hard enough to wake the sleeping girl. She took a long deep breath, gave Lucky a pat on the head and closed her eyes.

#f/o #fictional other #selfship #fictional lover #selfshipping

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moonlarked · 11 months

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Claudius is the funniest fucking villain. kills his brother for idk. power and the chance to fuck his brother’s wife openly and brag about it. and he’s so shitty at being a villain. he just sorta assumes everyone’s gonna be cool with his suspiciously quick rise to power and they are bc he’s the king and shit. except hamlet’s like “wait a fuckin minute” and claudius is like oh shit I better gaslight the fuck out of this guy. that’ll work hey gertrude let’s tell him grief is weak. yeah I’m positive that’ll go well. and he gets a brief chance to demonstrate how bad of a king he is by sending messengers to fortinbras and when fort says “oh shit I’ve been caught… hey can I send my soldiers over your land so we can capture a small chunk of land in Poland?? no other reason of course :)” and claudius acts like he’s made the best political move ever. and then hamlet just starts acting even more bonkers and claudius is like uhhh hey polonius you said something about your daughter right?! yeah that’s why he’s mad. nothing else. his father’s death?? gertrude don’t be silly. and hamlet proves that he’s not actually mad bc of ophelia and claudius is like shit shit shittt we’ve got to figure out what to do with him and then the mousetrap happens and claudius makes the most conspicuous exit ever and he’s like shittt gotta pray and the only reason he survives is that he’s praying and hamlet wants to send him to hell and it turns out he wasn’t actually praying and then polonius dies and he like alright. no more mr nice guy. time to go to england hamlet. but oho! a trap! he will die when he gets there! and then Laertes shows up just in time to hear that hamlet didn’t actually fall into the trap and therefore they’ve gotta find another way to get rid of him and ophelia dies and laertes is like im gonna kill him so they devise a plan and laertes is like i’ll kill him with poison and claudius is like cool but if that doesn’t work I’ll also kill him with poison and then he ends up accidentally poisoning his fucking wife and laertes snitches on him and then he dies.

tldr: top tier buffoonery. looney tunes shit. devised one over the top villain plan and got way over his head bc the tragic hero was a theater kid.

#hamlet

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mortemoppetere · 4 months

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Emilio → Ophelia

Emilio: Hey. I found Rhett. It's […] not good. But he's alive. Ophelia: oh my god. […] how bad is not good? […..] where are you?? Emilio: Bad. He's in the hospital. Probably going to be there a few days, I don't know. [del: He might still-] Ophelia: are you with him? Emilio: No. I left him with someone I trust. A nurse. Ophelia: you LEFT him?? are you kidding me right now?! I can't […] GET there until tomorrow. can't you just go sit with him? tell him I'm coming? Emilio: I wasn't doing him any good, kid. [del: I never do anyone any-] He wasn't awake when I left. Probably won't be before tomorrow. And […] he'd rather wake up to you than me. [del: The hospital is] [del: The whole place just-] [del: I can't fucking breathe, and people keep asking me-] I won't be any help to him. Me being there would just make things worse. Ophelia: That's shit and you know it, tío. […] I'm sorry. I'm just […] scared. [……..] Where did you find him? Emilio: It's all shit, Ophelia. Everything is fucking shit right now. […] Sorry. I'm sorry, too. [del: I think I'm not doing very well.] I found him […] in an old factory. [………] His leg is gone, Ophelia. Ophelia: What? What happened? Emilio: […] Someone wanted to hurt him, and they did. For days. I don't know details. [del: Wouldn't give them to you if I did. Wouldn't do you any good, knowing all that.] If I'd been any later than I was… [del: I was fucking useless. Couldn't do shit to stop it.] Ophelia: Oh. [del: I can't think about-] Okay. [del: I feel sick-] […] I'll be there tomorrow night. […] It'll be okay. He'll be okay. Emilio: That's good. Yeah. That's good. He'll be glad to see you. Might not show it, though. He can get […] defensive. When he's [del: scared] hurt. So don't feel bad, all right? If he snaps at you or anything. It's not anything you did wrong. Just […] how people like us deal with shit, sometimes. Ophelia: [del: people like us… hunters. fuck's sake-] Okay, I'll keep it in mind. […] Thank you. For finding him. And taking care of him. [del: as best you could.] We'll find him someplace to live where he'll be safer. It's gonna be […] fine. Emilio: Don't thank me. [del: I didn't do a good enough job to deserve that.] We'll find him someplace. Yeah. He's not going back to that fucking van after this. And […] I think he shouldn't live alone. Not for a while, at least. I can stay with him, or his [del: boy]friend. I don't know. Just […] someone needs to. Ophelia: Too late, tío. You've been thanked. […] Maybe I could… mamá doesn't have to know it's with him. I've been telling her I want to move into town anyway. Emilio: Well I don't […] accept the thanks, or whatever. […] Are you sure that's a good idea, kid? Don't want to see either of you get into trouble. [del: If your mom made a move on him right now, I don't think he could do anything to stop her.] Ophelia: :/ How much trouble could we get into? […] It's just an idea. I doubt he'd let me, anyway. Probably lock me out every night. [del: I'd be happy if he was okay enough to still pull crap like that-] Emilio: Don't send me those faces. I don't know what they mean. […] Probably lock just about anyone out. He's a cranky old man. But we'll figure it out. Okay? I promise you that. Ophelia: It's… they're an expression. They mean- never mind. You're not even that old and I was raised in the freaking woods, what's your excuse?? […] I know. I trust you. Emilio: There are too many of them. [del: I was raised like a] I had other things to learn. Aren't you supposed to respect people older than you? You are twelve years old. […] [del: You probably shouldn't.] Okay. Ophelia: I'm 22! You're barely older than me. […] Look, I gotta go. Tell me if anything changes. If not I'll see both of you tomorrow. Emilio: I'm over ten years older than you. That's a lot! You're too much like your dad. No respect from either of you. […] All right, kid. I'll see you.

#ophelia: okay #private #texts #ty elliott for writing ophelia :pleading:

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 6 months

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Solar Opposites in The Ultra Opposites Episode #1: “The Cosmic Blast” (for @avaveevo and @crazychanuwu77)

On a lovely sunset day, on the Solar Opposites ship, Terry Wearspreada started to goobler as he began to feel nervous as he fixes his bow on his tuxedo. Aisha appears and look concern over Terry.

AISHA: Hey now Terry. Relax, you’re just feeling anxious. I’m sure it was all worth it. You’ve been waiting for this moment for the right time. Don’t goobler yourself out. There is no way you’re getting cold feet on your wedding day!

Terry: takes a deep breath Okay, let’s do this.

Three minutes later, Korvo Solar, in a wedding dress, walks down the aisle where Terry is waiting for him. Terry’s replicant/daughter Jesse starts throwing flower petals to the floor while Korvo’s replicant/son Yumyulack and the family’s Pupa follows Korvo down the aisle. The three kids sat down as Korvo and Terry starts to hold hands as AISHA gets out her bible and starts the wedding.

AISHA: Do you Korvo Solar, take Terry as your beloved husband? To love him and take care of him in sickness and in health?

Korvo: lovingly I do.

AISHA: And Terry Wearspreada Opposites, do you promise to love Korvo, and take care of him in sickness and in health? For as long as you both shall live?

Terry: takes a deep breath, but then smiles at Korvo smiling at him lovingly I do.

AISHA: Now let’s hear those vows.

Terry and Korvo held each other’s hands as they look at each other lovingly and smile.

Terry: Korvo, I promise, from this day forward l won’t let anyone harm you and that I will always love you no matter what.

Korvo: And Terry, I promise from this day forward, I will never let anyone come in the way of our happiness together. And that I will always love no matter what.

Jesse: Aw.

Yumyulack: Eew.

Pupa: Flower petals.

AISHA: Then by the power invested in yours truly, I now promise you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.

Korvo and Terry smile at each other as Terry lift the bridle clothe up on Korvo’s face and the two Shlorpians kiss each other as tears stream down their eyes. Jesse cries ugly as mascara run down her eyes and Yumyulack grows disgusted by the kissing. The Pupa is also eating the flower petals. The two Shlorpians dance away as the song “Ordinary World” from Duran Duran plays in the background and the two share another kiss as the scene shifts into Three Months Later and the two husbands starting kissing the couch.

Terry: Korvy, have I ever tell you how much I love you?

Korvo: I know because you always tell me that everyday. You’re my sun, I’m your moon. You’re my Life-Terry. Nothing is going to change that.

Terry: Aw.

The two aliens kiss again, but this time in a French kiss. Their children however, are disgusted.

Yumyulack: Aw ew gross. We’re right here, y’know?

Jesse: Eww. Yucky.

Pupa: Ew.

Terry: Hey, no looking at your adults when making out.

Yumyulack: covering his eyes Don’t worry, got you guys covered.

Jesse: Yeah.

The Replicants then left for school as the Pupa fall down the stairs. Terry and Korvo kept kissing.

Korvo: So Terry?

Terry: Yes.

Korvo: Now that things have been peaceful since we landed on Earth, nothing bad has happened.

Terry: Yeah, and the best part is nothing is gonna kill us for a change.

Meanwhile, in a dark fortress, the evil Empress Ophelia got out a giant ray to summon an orb.

Ophelia: That’s right. That orb has contain so much energy. Enough for me to rule! gets out her phone and starts a livestream It is, the evil Empress Ophelia. Watch as I, the most vile ruler of all of that nation, use this laser to take this orb out of the sky! heads onto her machine and presses the button and it shoots laser to summon the orb That is right! Come to mama! And, wha/-

Suddenly, the machine stops working as the lights shut down and the whole room went black.

Empress Ophelia: gritting her teeth; awkward nervousness This. is. not. good.

Later, the orb starts hurdling towards Earth. The town panic and went into to safety as it heads towards the Solar Opposites’ neighborhood. Korvo was busy working on something as Terry is just doing his own lazy thing.

Korvo: Terry, can you hand me the screwdriver?

Terry: Huh? Oh sure.

Korvo can’t help but blush. Terry has been starting to be so self-efficient ever since Korvo started to grow accustomed on Earth. But then, the alarm starts going off as Korvo drops his things and rush over.

Korvo: What the fuck is going on here? AISHA!

AISHA: checks the coordinates Damn, some type of orb thingy is hurdling towards us. Quick, get the kids before-

The whole room shakes as Terry and Korvo collapses on the floor as they hid under the table for safety as loud crash was heard.

Korvo: What the fuck was that?!

Terry: I don’t know, let me go check it out.

Korvo: Terry, wait! It could be-

Meanwhile, the Replicants were walking home with Daryl after school ended.

Daryl: Damn, Principal Cooke sure gave us a big test. sighs C- What about you?

Jesse: B+ Yumyulack: A. But don’t worry honey, I’m sure you’re doing great. Just study hard okay.

Daryl: Of course. sees his house There’s my house. See you later babe.

Yumyulack and Daryl kiss then Daryl heads to his house as Yumyulack sighs lovingly. Suddenly, the Replicants sees smoke as they gasp.

Jesse: Holy shit, what the hell happened?!

Yumyulack: I don’t know! But, we’re gonna find out!

The Replicants rush over to their house in a hurry. Back at the house, Terry opens the slide door and gasp upon seeing the orb glowing.

Terry: What the fuck is that thing?

Terry approached the orb as he carefully place his fingertip on the orb. Suddenly, once Terry touched it, it spread red energy all over him as he screams in pain. The glowing stop he started to black out and reaches out to Korvo and the kids.

Terry: Korvo… I feel funny… falls unconscious

Korvo, Yumyulack, Jesse and Pupa gasp and runs towards Terry as he lays on the floor unconscious while the orb kept glowing. Korvo runs to Terry in tears as he picks up his husband.

Korvo: crying Terry! Oh Terry, speak to me! Oh Terry. Don’t die. Please hang on. sobbing

Jesse: Oh no! Terry!

Pupa: Terry!

Jesse: notices a glowing orb Hey, what is that?!

Yumyulack: I don’t know! Must be some kind of orb. Let me check it out!

Yumyulack then approaches the orb with the stick and pokes at it. Until suddenly, a blast appears and it shocks the Solar Opposites as they scream. The Solars moan as they got up. Korvo kept holding to Terry as he kept crying.

Yumyulack: Damn, what the fuck was that?

Jesse: I don’t know, but is it strange that blast was sorta cool?

Korvo: sobbing No! Because it killed Terry!

Korvo kept crying over his husband in his arms, until suddenly Terry weakly opens his eyes and moans.

Terry: Ugh… Korvy? What the fuck happened?

Korvo: Terry?! Terry! hugs him You big fucking dummy! Don’t fucking scare me like that again!

Terry: I’m sorry Korvy. I promise I won’t do that again!

As Korvo and Terry prepare to kiss again around open arms, Korvo screams in pain as sizzling was heard.

Korvo: My arms! Terry, what the fuck?!

Terry: What?! I didn’t do anything, I-

Terry looks at his hands and suddenly, they developed a flames on his hands.

Terry: Holy shit! My hands are on fire!

Yumyulack: How?!

The Solar Opposites then looked at orb as it stops glowing and breaks apart into pieces as other blast particles fly away into the sky.

Yumyulack: Wait a minute, I think that orb must’ve given Terry fire powers!

Korvo: Aw man, the arms really burn.

Suddenly, Korvo breathes ice at it flies from his mouth and he gasp.

Korvo: What the?! I have ice powers?! No! No no no no! This can’t be happening!

Korvo starts breathing in and out as Terry gasp as he put comfort Korvo by the shoulder with his hands.

Terry: Hey hey hey hey hey! Honey, it’s okay.

Korvo: No it isn’t!

Yumyulack then starts hearing voices in his head as he began to hear what people say. He then gasp as he began to float as his eyes glow purple.

Jesse: Whoa! Yumyulack? You can fly?!

Yumyulack: eyes stops glowing What?! lost his ability to float Aaaaahhh!

Yumyulack falls on the ground as Jesse fails to catch him.

Jesse: Ooops. Sorry Yumbear.

Yumyulack: Oh my God! panicking I can read people’s mind! And I can float! Oh my God! What is happening to me?!

Jesse: Don’t worry Yumyulack, I’m sure-

Suddenly, electricity sparks shoot out of Jesse’s hand as she screams and the other Solar Opposites ducked. Jesse gasp.

Jesse: Oh no! I’m shooting dangerous energies out of my hands! What is happening to us guys?!

The Solar Opposites desperately head inside while the Pupa plays around outside. The family head to the lab as AISHA appears.

AISHA: Damn, what happened here?!

Korvo: AISHA, quick! Scan us! There has to be something wrong with us after Yumyulack touched that orb! What happened to us?!

AISHA quickly scans the Solars as it shows DNA particles and information on each of the Solar Opposites’ newfound powers

AISHA: Damn, looks like when you guys touched that orb, it must’ve given you super powered abilities based on fire, ice, telekinetic energy and electricity! You guys are like balls of energy with those new fucked yo abilities! Holy shit!

Korvo: What?! Oh my God. These powers must be very dangerous. AISHA, is there a cure?

AISHA: check on it but it turns to be permanent Oh shit.

Korvo: What? What is it?!

AISHA: These powers are new life sources now! It’s permanent! There is no cure!

The Solar Opposites gasp.

Solar Opposites: YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO STAY LIKE THIS?!

AISHA: I’m afraid so!

Terry: Yay!

Korvo, Yumyulack and Jesse: No!

An hour later, Korvo started gooblering over the Cosmic Blast as Yumyulack and Jesse panic over their powers. Terry comes over and gives Korvo a comfort hand on his husband’s right shoulder.

Korvo: How could this have happened to us?! We weren’t supposed to have this fucking abilities! Ugh! Fuck! We are so fucked!

Terry: Well, that’s not bad! At least we have amazing abilities.

Yumyulack: Terry! We can’t show these abilities to the humans! They’ll think we’re monsters! What is my boyfriend gonna say?!

Jesse: This electricity stuff is dangerous! The girls at school will think I am a freak!

Terry: Okay, maybe not for you guys!

Korvo: Are you serious right now, Terry?! We’re gonna be treated like outcast once more! Those powers are dangerous! We could seriously hurt someone! God damn it! I even can’t control my Super Shlorpian self with those fucked up ice powers, for christ’ sake!

Korvo gasp and covered his mouth as he realized what he just said. His family then froze into shock.

Terry: You’re… a what….?

Korvo’s face develops into fear as Yumyulack faints and Terry and Jesse looks in shock.

Korvo: I…I… runs off in crying

Jesse: Yumyulack, please wake up! shakes Yumyulack repeatedly back n forth

Terry: Korvo, wait!

Terry chase after Korvo as the latter runs into their room and slams the door.

Terry: Korvo! opens the door Korvy?

Terry looks around the room, only to see Korvo not there.

Terry: Korvo? Honey, where are you? Why didn’t you-

Suddenly, Terry looks up and gasp. What stood is no longer his sweet Korvo, but a muscular monstrous Shlorpian with a ripped apart robe, glowing aquamarine eyes, sharp teeth, human-sized bat wings, a black-ish blue body and aquamarine shaded parts on his horns and fingers.

Terry: K-Korvo?

Korvo roars in fury as Terry runs up and tries soothe him.

Terry: Hey hey hey. soothes Korvo’s face Shhh, it’s gonna be okay Korvy. I’m here. It’s your hubby, Terry.

Korvo stops snarling and finally calms down. Terry then looks at Korvo’s abs and grows infatuated by his husband’s Super Shlorpian form.

Terry: Damn honey, you look very sexy and handsome in that form.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: I’m not beautiful. sheds a few tears and weeps I’m a monster. You should just leave me Terry, you wouldn’t want to love a monster like me.

Terry: touches Korvo’s left hand Hey, that is not true. You are still beautiful to me. I will never leave you, you are still my Korvy and always will be. I don’t care about this monstrous form of yours. You will always be my husband.

Super Shlorpian Korvo: Oh Terry.

Terry hugs Korvo as the latter shed a few tears and smiles at his beloved Terry. Terry then looks at Korvo’s wings and starts playing with them.

Terry: Hey, you do have these amazing wings! Look at them! Can you flap them?

Super Shlorpian Korvo: squeals in happiness Of course!

Korvo kept flapping his wings while laughing. Suddenly, Korvo began to shrink down as he turns back to his normal Shlorpian self and calms down.

Terry: There. There’s my husband.

Korvo: Oh Terry. You still love me? Even when I have a monstrous form?

Terry: Of course I will. I will never leave you. Ever.

Korvo smiles and the two alien husbands share a kiss. The Replicants and Pupa head into the room.

Jesse: Terry! Korvo! Are you okay?!

Yumyulack: What happened?!

Pupa: Korvo!

Korvo: Don’t worry kids, everything’s okay now.

Terry: Yep, all good here.

The two alien husbands head back to kissing but the Replicants grow disgusted and runs off. As do the Pupa. Meanwhile, at Ophelia’s foretress, the evil empress is tracking the orb on her crystal ball and gasp.

Ophelia: What the fuck is this?

The crystal then plays images of the Solar Opposites with their new powers. Ophelia growls in rage.

Ophelia: WHAT?! ALIENS?! WITH SUPER POWERS?! bang her fist Those should be my super powers! Well, no matter! I’m just gonna find a way to get them! I must track those disgusting creatures down!

Ophelia uses the coordinates to Earth as she grins evilly. Back with the Solar Opposites, Korvo was busy clearing the fire with his fire axe.

Korvo: Damn, what a mess this orb made. Well, at least no one got hurt.

Yumyulack: Korvo, we’re scared. Is someone gonna come after us?

Jesse: Yeah, what if someone hunt us down? For these dangerous powers?

Korvo looks at his children with a worried, but concern look on his face.

Korvo: Don’t worry kids, I’m sure no one is gonna kill us, we just need to keep those powers hidden from everyone.

Yumyulack: Yeah, including Daryl.

Jesse: Aw geez, I hope no one figures out about the orb. It really spread across the skies. Who’s gonna find them?

Korvo: I don’t know, but I hope it is people worthy chosen for this.

Suddenly, an attack is heard. People screaming were heard as emergency sirens howl and explosions ignite.

Terry: Huh?

Terry looks outside and see the town getting attack by a bunch of weird looking soldiers.

Terry: Holy shit. What is happening?! sees people getting hurt and/or killed Oh my God! Those bastards are hurting people!

Terry looks down as he looks at his hands. He growls as his closes and eyes and made his decisions. Before he left, he turns to Korvo, who is still cleaning.

Terry: Korvo, I’m going out!

Korvo: offscreen Okay, please bring back more cereal for the Replicants!

Yumyulack and Jesse: offscreen Yay!

In a rush, Terry rushes to the city in a fast pace and sees three citizens in trouble.

Terry: Holy shit uh, sees a water hose Ah-ha! turns to Principal Cooke You there! Turn on that hose!

Principal Cooke: Huh? On it!

Principal Cooke turns on the hose as it splashed on the guards as they screech and retreat. Terry then sees three civilians getting endangered.

Terry: Oh fuck!

Suddenly, the fire has turned into fireballs as Terry throws it at the guards.

Terry: Oh hell yeah! This is a sweet new upgrade

Terry uses his fire powers and creates some more fireballs to fire at the guards. The fireballs burned the guards as they retreat. Terry, in fast motion, gets the citizens to safety. Terry then disappears after the costumes got to safety.

Citizen #1: Who was that?

Citizen #2: I don’t fucking know.

Principal Cooke: Whoever he was, he saved us.

Citizen #3: He’s like a hero!

The town cheered in victory as Ophelia looks down and growls. Terry comes home and sees Korvo walking anxiously. He then turns to see Terry moaning and runs up to hug his sweetheart.

Korvo: Thank God. Where have you been?

Terry: I uh-

Korvo: Okay that is it! I knew you were using your powers!

Terry: Uh?

Korvo: Terald! You can’t let people know about your fire powers! It’s a big risk!

Terry: nervously Heh heh! Well, at least I manage to save three people on a building.

Korvo: What?! Terry! That was dangerous! Did anybody see you?!

Terry: N-no, but come on honey! You know this our big chance! I finally found strength in me! This is my chance-

Korvo: I know, but right now, our lives will be at risk! We have a life now Terry! With our kids! Our home! Do you really want to risk it?

Terry: But, what if an evil villain appears and hurts-

Korvo grabs Terry’s hand and sighs.

Korvo: Terry, I know you want to prove yourself but, right now, I don’t want the Shlorpian that I love to get hurt. Right now, is not the right time. We need to wait Terry, until each of us are ready to have our moment to rise.

Terry: sighs I’m sorry honey. I never meant to make you worry about me. Okay, I’ll wait.

Korvo: You promise?

Terry: smiling I promise.

Korvo kisses Terry on the cheek as he head back to his and Terry’s room.

Korvo: Terry, when the right time comes, please be prepared for it. But don’t let it cost everything that you love, especially our kids. ‘Cause, I know that my husband will do what’s right.

Terry smile meekly as Korvo heads inside their room. He looks down and sighs as he makes a tiny flame with his hands. It shows a flashback of him and Korvo looking at the sunset.

Terry: The sunset sure is beautiful.

Korvo: Yes. It really is. Should we get out of here or-

Terry: grabs Korvo’s hand Wait?!

Korvo: Terry? What is it?!

Terry: takes a deep breath and kneels down Korvo, I know things have been unconventional lately. I know we didn’t choose each other but after making our life on Earth, I’m glad I would do this with you. You’re my best friend, slash life-Korvo, slash work-husband-in crime. You’re my Korvy and I love you more than anything. More than t-shirts, more than earth, more than anything in the whole world.

Korvo: tears of joy Oh Terry, wait? What are you trying to say?

Terry gets out a box and opens it where it shows a ring inside of it. Korvo gasp in joy as tears continue to stream out of his eyes.

Terry: Korvo, will you marry me?

Korvo: crying Yes! A billion times yes!

Korvo hugs Terry as the two began crying in joy as Terry put the ring on Korvo’s ring finger and the two share a kiss. The flashback ends as Terry starts crying silently. He knew he has to keep Korvo’s promise. But then… back at Ophelia’s fortress,

Ophelia: Those fools! How dare they worship that pathetic Shlorpian?! Grr! I know how I can get those powers! And is by taking away what’s important to him. laughs evilly as she stares at a picture of the Solar Opposites family hugging each other

Later that night, the Solar Opposites were fast asleep. But then, a shadow peeks through the Replicants’ bedroom. Two hands appear as they muffle the Replicants’ mouth so no one can hear them screaming.

Yumyulack: muffling Help! What the fuck is happening?!

Jesse: muffling Terry! Korvo! Help!

Later at the fortress, Ophelia smiles at the Replicants as they struggle to break free from their cages.

Jesse: Let us go you monster!

Ophelia: Never! Not until your dads get here!

Yumyulack: You bitch! Who even are you?!

Ophelia: I am Ophelia! The space empress of all of the galaxies! And I come here to rule Earth! But first, all I need is to find the remains of the Earth!

Ophelia laughs manically. Back in the Opposites’ house, Terry hears Yumyulack and Jesse screaming for help as he gets up from his bed.

Terry: gasp;whispering Kids?

Terry sees the Replicants in the cages Ophelia is keeping them prisoner as she laughs evilly. “Courage in Me” from Lou plays in the background as Terry then looks at Korvo and then back to Ophelia. As Terry turns his head back and forth in a dilemma, he then recalls what Korvo said to him earlier during their argument.

Korvo: voiceover Terry, when the right time comes, please be prepared for it. But don’t let it cost you everything that you love, especially our kids. ‘Cause, I know that my husband will do what’s right.

Terry then close his eyes and opens them back up with courage in his eyes. Terry made a noble choice, go save his kids and stop Ophelia from hurting anyone and destroying the town. Before Terry leaves, he looks back at Korvo and makes sure he didn’t wake him. He kiss Korvo on the forehead and jumps out the window. Terry made it to the building as he jumps up and gives a death glare at Ophelia.

Terry: offscreen Ophelia!

Ophelia: Hmm? turns to see Terry

Terry: Let go of my children you bitch!

Yumyulack and Jesse: Terry!

Ophelia: These are your kids? Ha, pathetic!

Terry: growls as he feels a glow coming from his chest

Ophelia: Who are you anyway?

Terry’s eyes glow red as he began to feel something sparking inside of him.

Terry: My name… IS TERRY!

Terry begins to glow as the light surrounds him transforming him into a newer version of himself.

Terry’s Transformation Sequence:

Terry has received a new fire theme suit as he creates flames from his hands and gets ready to fight Ophelia.

Yumyulack: Whoa! Is that new look?

Jesse: Terry! You look amazing!

Korvo is awaken by the sound and gasp upon seeing Terry transformed.

Korvo: What the fuck? Is that-

Korvo however believes this is a dream.

Korvo: sighs Nevermind, I must be dreaming. I’m going back to bed.

Korvo heads back to sleep. Back with Terry, he stares angrily at Ophelia. Terry throws fireballs at Ophelia as she ducks.

Ophelia: You bastard! shoots emerald darts

Terry/Solar Flare: Damn, that lady has anger issues.

Terry manage to hide, but then looks at his reflection as he gasp in shock. He looks at his costume.

Terry/Solar Flare: Damn. Swanky duds. lifts up a part of his super suit These powers must’ve made something amazing. I didn’t know I could do that. Looks it’s a job for…. SOLAR FLARE!

Terry made a superhero pose. He then sees his children and rushes over to free them as he uses his fire pwoers to melt the bars.

Jesse: Terry, you've got to get away from here.

Terry: No, I won't leave you two. You’re my kids!

A comes between the ground near the cages as a Ophelia flies up, laughing manically. Jesse and Yumyulack clutch each other, looking up to see Ophelia floating towards them.

Ophelia: You pitiful, insignificant, fools!

Yumyulack: (pointing) Oh shut! Look out!

The Replicants ran to safety in a panic as Terry gets ready to fight again

Yumyulack: Ter- I mean Solar Flare! Keep her busy!

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh, I’ll fucking keep her busy!

Ophelia: Now I am the ruler of all the galaxies! The people will obey my every whim!

Ophelia raises the her hands and swirls diamond with it, creating a storm with lightning. A wave sweeps Solar Flare away.

Jesse: Terry!

Ophelia: You fuck-up aliens and those pathetic humans bow to my fucking power!

She swirls the spears towards Solar Flare, creating a wave attack. The spinning funnel reaches the floor. Yumyulack and Jesse dodges the wreckage as they scream.

Gliding, Terry grabs onto a rope and hoists the Replicants up the side without it getting burn and onto the deck as they scream. At the edge, Yumyulack and Jesse clings to a rock. Ophelia destroys the rock and Yumyulack and Jesse falls to safety. Ophelia shoots lightning at them from up above. On top of the tower, Solar Flare stares at Ophelia courageously and gets ready for his new fire attack towards Ophelia.

Ophelia: laughing wickedly So much for your so called Papa Wolf!

As Ophelia is about to bring her trident down on the Replicants, Solar Flare fires his attack at the villainess as Ophelia starts screaming in pain. Her eyes flash as she collapse and growls angrily with her eyes glowing.

Terry/Solar Flare: That’s what you get you fucking bitch! Nobody harms my kids!

Jesse: Yay! Terry saved us!

Yumyulack: Thank goodness! You saved us!

Ophelia: This isn’t over! You’ll pay for this Solar Flare!

Terry/Solar Flare: Shove those words up your ass! Bitch!

Solar Flare flies the kids back to their home as Ophelia growls in fury. That morning, as the sun began to rise, Terry puts the tired Replicants to bed as they slept peacefully. He then sneak back into his room, before transforming back into his normal alien self. Korvo wakes up and gasp.

Terry: Hey honey, what happened?

Korvo: Oh. Terry. It’s just you. I just had the weirdest dream. You were a- and a- sighs That was really weird.

Terry: lying Yeah. Definitely.

Korvo: sighs I’m just glad you stick to your promise honey. I’m just glad my husband is here.

Terry: So, what do you wanna now?

Korvo: seducing I know what I wanna do.

Terry: Oh baby, yes please.

Terry and Korvo took off their pajamas as they started to have sex. But now, a newspaper appears on the neighborhood with Solar Flare on it, with the headline, Who is Solar Flare?! For a new breed of hero has arrived, THE MIGHTY SOLARS!

THE END

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(The War Between Brothers)

“And?! We were kids once, little brother. Nobody fuckin’ treated us with kindness, and we’re just fuckin’ humans. Not hurtin’ anyone that wasn’t ready to hurt us first.” He stepped close to Emilio now, getting in his face and jabbing his shoulder roughly with a finger. “You’re askin’ me to leave a monster alone. A beast that’ll only spread its malice out into the world, on unsuspectin’ folk what can’t even defend themselves. I don’t give a flyin’ fuck how old it is, you hear me?” He snarled through gritted teeth.

(Starry-eyed)

“What good will that do ya?” he asked, pacing in the darkness, eyes glinting malevolently with a grin the mare could not see. “Calm down… the lights ain’t gonna kill ya. Probably. Well, that’s what we’re here tah’find out, anyway.” Still he paced, heart beating at an elevated rate, the delight writhing its way up his spine. Nothin’ felt better than watchin’ them fuckers suffer. Nothin’. “My, ain’t you pretty in the light…” he commented in a voice that sounded both saccharine and venomous at the same time.

(Good Omens)

“It wasn’t fair what he did. But he didn’t give you a choice. He wouldn’t have given you a choice either way, don’t you see that? It was always him or mom.” Ophelia stepped closer again, and Rhett flinched. “He was ruthless. Brutal. He tried to put it away for you, but he couldn’t. And he made you… just like him, didn’t he? When he died, you felt like you had to pick up his mantle?” “Stop,” Rhett muttered, shifting his weight again and hissing in pain, slumping back against the tree as he’d been when they arrived. Ophelia moved closer, and he remained still. “No, I won’t stop,” his daughter promised with tears in her eyes, her arm raising as a hand reached for him. “S-stop, I don’t want—I can’t—” The girl’s hand found his shoulder and he had nowhere to go, helpless against her will as she circled her arms around his torso. He wanted to crawl out of his skin, the insect buzz and scratch of being this close to a fae almost overwhelming him, but there was no escape, so he tried to push it down. Bury it like he’d buried his brother. Bury it like he had the truth of his moralities all this time, overlaid by Desmond’s own. Just as he’d been adopted by that hunter community, so too had he adopted his brother’s code. He loved him fiercely, but Ophelia was right.

(The Burden)

“Fuck’s sake,” Rhett snarled, shaking his head at the poor bastard of a ranger with fresh holes in his head. He turned on Emilio, jabbing an accusatory finger against his chest. “This is why ya don’t watch ‘em to see if they’re up to no good, little brother. This is why ya don’t spare ‘em. Ya fuckin’ kill ‘em when I god damn tell you to.” With an angry huff, he picked the sword back up and slipped it into its scabbard, then looked at Owen. “Forgive the idjit. He’s been havin’ a morality crisis fer a couple years now.” Maybe this would take care of that, he thought. Rather, he hoped.

(Do It For Me)

Rhett hated being helped. He hated relying on other people. He was better than that, stronger than that. He was old as hell for a hunter, particularly with one so red a ledger as his own. He was a survivor, and he’d not gotten through it by cowering in fear, by hiding behind others. He hated it, but he was resigned to it for as long as Emilio felt was necessary. And what could he do? Abandon the only family he had left? He needed to, he knew that. He needed to get the fuck away from all of them as soon as possible, to keep his mistakes from bleeding into their lives too. But… he couldn’t. Physically, he couldn’t. He didn’t feel trapped, he was trapped.

#. musing ;#sibling death tw

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archaeopter-ace · 8 months

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Don't Listen to Kafka: summary of what would have happened next

So my laptop’s harddrive got wiped for the second time within a year. And while I do have a lot of DLtK notes and writing backed up, the truth is that between the first wipe circa October 2022 and the second time I fucked up my computer at the end of July, I didn’t touch DLtK at all. At this point I don’t even know if I could figure out how much I lost the first time.

The name of the game is perseverance; I don’t want these incidents to kill all my WIPs, I don’t want to give up. But. I don’t think I have it in me to try to salvage all the WIPs I’d been working on, and Tales of Arcadia hasn’t been my hyperfixation for a while now. I keep waiting for the wheels of my fandom interest to turn in that direction again… but they haven’t, and there’s nothing I can do to make that happen on purpose.

So I’m going to share what I had planned for this series, because I still love it dearly, and this wonderful fandom, and if you want to comment or ask questions I welcome them! I am going to be writing this summary from memory, because tracking down and going through my story notes just depresses me.

First things first, I need to address the fact that Claire does not know that Enrique is trapped in the Darklands. It was on Jim’s mind in Metamorphosis, and he decides to enlist NotEnrique’s help in introducing Claire to the idea of changelings (Incidentally, NotEnrique hasn’t had a moment to cement his loyalty to Team Trollhunter, since the battle at the bridge didn’t happen the way it did in canon. So at one point I thought about writing a sort of prologue, in which Nomura drops by to talk to him - she’s not trapped in the Darklands, but she’s gonna nope right out of Arcadia now that the Janus Order is in disarray with Strickler’s defection. Because I am nothing if not preoccupied with typing up any and every possible loose end ;P And I wanted to address whether RealEnrique would be in danger, since in this AU the babies in the nursery are hostages for the changeling’s loyalty and good behavior. So if NotEnrique defects, that would put Enrique in danger - unless the Janus Order’s ability to convey kill orders to the Darklands was stopped. And since I never said how they do that, I think the Fetch will do very nicely. Better keep a tight hold on that, Team Trollhunter)

Right, so Jim tells Claire who does not take it well (oh, and there’s a whole thing about what does Barbara know, because like hell would she not tell Ophelia and Javier that their kid was kidnapped, so does that mean Jim is keeping secrets? I think I found a solution I could work with but I can’t remember what it was). Claire doesn’t take it well, and it affects rehearsals for the school play - I found some lines Juliet could deliver with scathing sarcasm. The romance is dead, and Ms. Janeth despairs.

Jim is in a serious funk, because some of the insults Claire threw his way unknowingly hit some seriously sore spots. He wants to come mask-off clean to Claire as part of his apology efforts, because Claire put it into his head that Not Telling her things is exactly equivalent to Lying, and he doesn’t want a repeat of her anger if he waits to tell her too long about being part changeling. Toby is not a fan of this idea, and goes to confront Claire about the fact that Jim is planning to be extremely vulnerable to her and she had better take that seriously, just because Jim hurt her by not telling her about NotEnrique does mean she is entitled to all his secrets, he’s going through a rough time and she’d better not hurt him back Or Else.

I… can’t remember what leads Jim and Claire to reconciling. I know that they do manage it in time to save the school play, huzzah! Around the same time as opening night, Jim’s horns finally break through, and this is something of a momentous coming-of-age moment in a young troll’s life. There’s a whole ceremony, and Claire is invited, cementing her inclusion in Team Trollhunter. (The ceremony involves digging a hole in the ground in a shady spot and burying Jim in it up to his neck for a day. It’s a test of courage, and to show that he’s ready to come to the surface on his own. Mostly Jim thinks it’s a test of his patience)

And that concludes the first act!

Next, the effort to rescue Enrique begin in earnest. See, the thing is, unlike in canon they do not have access to a complete Killahead Bridge; Otto absconded with the keystone before the bridge was recovered. So they will need to find a different way into the Darklands. Now for a bit of worldbuilding. Because Killahead Bridge is an example of Sealed Evil In a Can, right? (Keep in mind that this was drafted before Season 2 of 3Below had aired, let alone Wizards) I asked why wouldn’t you obliterate the bridge more thoroughly than just breaking it into pieces, if you really wanted to keep Gunmar in the Darklands? And the answer I came up with is that Killahead Bridge functions as lock on Gunmar, so that it is the only way for him to leave the Darklands. If you pulverized the bridge, it wouldn’t trap him; it would release him, because then he would be free to seek out another passage out of the Darklands.

That being said, there aren’t oodles of ways in and out. Besides the Fetch, the only way that rumors tell of is Morgana’s secret entrance. But no one knows how to find it, because secret map is in two pieces, and one has been in Trollmarket in Blinky’s library and the other has been with the changelings for centuries. But! This time around Team Trollhunter have the evil book they got from Strickler. (Dangit I’m blanking on the name - not grimorum arcanorum, that’s Gargoyles. Not Darkhold either.) The map points them not to the Darklands, but to Morgana’s lair where the key is hidden. Yay Baba Yaga house with chickenfeet!

But before we get to that: you’ve heard of Hybrid Vigor, now get ready for Outbreeding Depression! This is when hybrid crosses are disfavored by natural selection. Like if offspring are infertile, or two subspecies are bred together to try to preserve an endangered species, and instead it makes a muddle of local regional adaptations. Or maybe the offspring only have one copy of a gene that they really need two of to do well. Or the animal lives in an environment where there are a lot of dark surfaces and a lot of light-colored surfaces, so being dark-colored or light-colored provides good camouflage, but being gray just means you show up at least a bit on both surfaces.

All this means is that I am totally justified in putting Jim through the wringer >:) As his human blood cells are replaced with changeling blood cells, their ability to bind oxygen decreases. Oh, time for more worldbuilding: changeling blood edition. I could be wrong, but I don’t think we ever see any full-blooded trolls bleed? This despite Draal losing an entire arm. Tattoos are chiseled into them, and there’s the line about treating wounds with molten metal, so I feel confident in saying that, in this story at least, trolls don’t have blood. No blood, no circulatory system. But wait, I hear you cry, trolls can drown! And they are seen to breathe. How do I explain that?

I decided that the thing being circulated is not oxygen, but rather magic. The same kind exuded by the Heartstone (magic: it’s both a particle and a wave!) Hence troll society being built around magic-dense Heartstones. And water acts as a neutralizing agent, it smothers magic. Changelings live primarily on the surface, and do not have access to Heartstone magic. They also do bleed, unlike regular trolls. I’ve made these two facts related; changelings supplement their magic energy intake with an oxygen-using metabolism. They have hemerythrin as the binding pigment in their blood instead of hemoglobin, which is not as good at binding oxygen (this is true irl) but is capable of binding ambient particle of magic in the air (this has fascinating implications for certain species of marine worm with purple blood!)

What’s happening with Jim is that his mixed blood is getting increasingly bad at binding oxygen, but not yet good enough at binding ambient magic. So he gets out of breath easily; it presents a lot like altitude sickness, being in thin air for a prolonged time. Solution: needs more close proximity to the Heartstone, where magic is denser. He’s out of commission for a couple weeks while his organs rearrange themselves. (I wrote bits of a scene where Barbara and Jim go to a changeling doctor that Strickler puts them in contact with, I can’t remember where in the timeline that was supposed to go).

Oh, speaking of Strickler, he’s doing occupational therapy to adjust to being an amputee. Barbara is helping out, but is extremely firm that she “can’t be his Florence Nightingale.” He’s a good resource when it comes to changeling Jim things. Like when Jim becomes lethargic and Barbara can’t tell if it’s depression or something else.

To summarize the summary so far: there are two parallel plot lines, one in which Team Trollhunter, sans Jim who is convalescing, follow some clues to get to Baba Yaga’s house to find a secret way into the Darklands to rescue NotEnrique. And the other plot line is Jim dealing with continuing changes to his body.

To get Barbara to sign off on Claire putting herself into danger by going a-questing, Claire steals Jim’s glamour mask and poses as her own mother. (What could possibly go wrong!) When they get to the house with chicken feet, it’s not sturdy enough for Blinky and Aaarrrgh to climb up, so Claire and Toby are on their own. Gotta give them their power-ups!

Claire sticks her hand in a box and it gets impaled - yikes! But it’s magic, so the wound heals right up, and, she will later discover, she now has telekinesis. The drawback: she is now claustrophobic. Basing this on how in some Vathara’s fics describe ki-sense as like a fish’s lateral line sense, ‘touch at a distance.’ Basically, I figure that if you’re going to be picking stuff up with your mind, your mind has to be able to ‘feel’ the object. Thus, an awareness of the things around her, including walls. She can *feel* how big or small a room is. Even her own bedroom feels too small, too close; she can’t sleep unless her windows and door are open.

Toby, meanwhile, gets a magical pet bonded to him! In a manner of speaking. I wanted to give him something that would let him fly like his warhammer did, and reached into Norse mythology. No, it’s not mjollnir, though it, too, was made by the dwarves Eitri and Brokkr. It’s Boary McBoarface, Gullinbursti! From the Prose Edda: "It could run through air and water better than any horse, and it could never become so dark with night or gloom of the Murky Regions that there should not be sufficient light where he went, such was the glow from its mane and bristles." Toby is able to ride on its back and charge Gullinbursti into battle against his opponents. Drawback: if he uses it too long, a bloodlust rises in him, and he becomes a proper berserkr, full of rage. Good thing he has a wingman who knows a thing or two about anger management!

Who do they need to use these newfound skills to fight? I’d always planned for Otto to become the main Big Bad, a foil for Jim as a fellow polymorph. Wasn’t entirely sure what that would look like; reviving Angor Rot was Strickler’s plot, would Otto think to do the same?

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Jim’s uncle is concerned that Barbara says the two of them aren’t coming to Thanksgiving without giving a reason why (the reason being, Jim is bed-ridden and unable to pass for human). Uncle Mark remembers how Barbara similarly withdrew when she was with the emotionally abusive James Sr., and recalls that she mentioned a potential new beau last time they talked on the phone, so he’s going to come investigate. Just to keep throwing wrenches into the works. For some reason I really really wanted this to overlap with Blinky being turned into a human, but if they aren’t planning on *fighting* Gunmar with their sneek-through-the-backdoor plan, then they don’t really need the Triumbric Stones, do they? Do any of those quests even happen?

Act II ends with Claire and Toby getting power-ups, and Jim finally completing his transformation into a changeling. Yay! Now if he can just figure out this shape-shifting thing…

The first time Jim changes into someone other than himself, it’s after a stressful night worrying about an upcoming Spanish test, and he wakes up looking like Senor Uhl. He gradually gets more skilled and confident in his ability to change shape, and then he gets the bright idea to sneak into the Darklands through the Fetch by turning into a goblin. (Hand-wavy answer about ‘why aren’t they using the method acquired from visiting Morgana’s lair’ now that they have it. Can’t remember why.)

Jim has clearly never read Animorphs, or he would know why shapeshifting into a hivemind creature is a Bad Idea. Waka chakka!

Yeah things get a little silly at this point, but they have to be if I’m going to bring the Creepslayerz in (which, given how this whole subplot is just a tangent that could conceivably be cut without impacting the plot, I’m not 100% committed to bringing Eli and Steve into the mix. However, as I said at the beginning, I love tying up every conceivable plot-hole, and Goblin Adventure answers the question, ‘If you have the fetch and shapeshifting powers, why *wouldn’t* you shrink yourself down to get through that way?’) Toby, in a moment of foresight, writes ‘JIM’ on Jim with a sharpie, so if he escapes their watch, they can find him again. (Creepslayerz, reading it upside-down: “Hi, Wif!”) I can’t remember what’s in my notes for how they finally get Jim changed back, but if I had to guess, it had something to do with Barbara.

Yeah, Act III is where things start to break down for me, in terms of having a clear idea of what I wanted to happen. Partly to make things easier for myself and partly because I think Jim might be slightly more sympathetic to the plight of the changelings, only Enrique is getting rescued. The rest of the babies are just going to stay there for the time being. Gunmar can only be defeated with the Triumbric stones, but is it written that the Trollhunter has to be the one to use them? Can we give them to Angor Rot and unleash him to have his revenge on Gunmar? Does Jim *actually* have to fight Gunmar to achieve his objective? I kind of think things have changed enough that he doesn’t have to, and Morgana doesn’t rise again, and Merlin stays asleep, and Douxie keeps on trucking. Yeah, figuring out endings is hard. Mostly I figured I’d need to write the rest of the story first, to even know what the right ending should be. A lot can change between drafting an outline and writing a story…

So there you have it! Everything I remember (and don’t remember) off the top of my head about where I was planning on going with Don’t Listen to Kafka. Gosh I just, I appreciate so much all the love that this fic series has received over the years, and I didn’t want to leave you all hanging indefinitely.

#my writing #don't listen to kafka #trollhunters #tales of arcadia #the working title of the next installment was 'Apoptosis' (programmed cell death) but I didn't actually want to use that #bc I myself have gotten that mixed up with 'Autoeponym' in my notes. polysyllabic jargon words beginning with A for the win!#I'm releasing this into the world knowing full well that it could satisfy my need to share this story so well that #i will never again feel the urge to write it out. and i think i need make my peace with that

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hardcore-lonewolf · 7 months

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No More Secrets

WARNING: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST! Takes place between ! They dated at S1 of late 2010, they got married and have their son on S2 during the five-year gap before Lian was born, and they're in S3 in early 2017!

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Kaldur'ahm or Jackson Hyde aka Aqualad was resting besides his wife Bellatrix or Ophelia Trevor aka Wonder Girl, who was the daughter of Diana Prince aka Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor, and the birth mother of his son...named Calvin after his stepfather. Kaldur almost lost his son and his lover by his biological father, but she manages to bend the water in order for herself along with their kid to survive. Bella heard her husband getting up and opens her eyes to see him gone.

"Kaldur," she mumbled sleepily, yawning as she got up and wraps herself in her night robe. "That grown ass man better not be drinking like last time, we got only one kid to worry about now."

Bella found Kaldur outside with his head in his hands and sighs. She knows he's guilty for what almost happened to her, their son, their loved ones, and their best friend Wally by his undercover mission as the new Black Manta. Bella went to their child's bedrooms to change them, her eyes drifted to Calvin's gills he had inherited from his father and smiled down at them as she left his room.

"You're such a great mother to Calvin," she replied with an appreciative hum and kisses his cheek.

"Kaldur'ahm, you need to tell me what's wrong okay? We married each other for many reasons, a few of them will be love, care, and support. Your son loves you, but you need to realize that sooner before you start acting like David. Your stepfather raised you better than this Kaldur, if your mother was here watching you look and act like this, she won't be the only damn woman gonna be popping some sense right into you. It's either you tell me the truth and get some help from your nightmares like you promised me, or I'm moving back in with my damn parents and taking our child with me if you don't do what I'm pleading you to do for our families...especially our son." Bella told him with a stern look and a firm tone, turning away to go back inside their shared bedroom. "Goodnight Kaldur'ahm, make sure the laundry is done by this evening after I take Calvin to Atlantis to see his grandparents, and get groceries."

Kaldur suddenly stood up and stops Bella for a moment. He was glaring down at her with a darkened look and slams his lips onto hers instantly. The demigoddess was very shocked by his roughness and closed her eyes as she kisses him back.

The half-Atlantean lifts her up and carries his wife to their bedroom. Bella was still mad and tries to get out of his hold. Kaldur drops her on the middle of their bed and took off the raven-haired woman's black robe before stripping her from her black negligee.

"What the fuck are you doing Kaldur'ahm?! I'm not having sex with you if you don't tell me the truth. I'm worried about you and you're keeping things from me like years ago." Kaldur stayed silent and took off everything he has, going between her legs with a purpose.

"Bellatrix, I'm scared okay? I had almost lost you, our son, our family we made cause of what my real father tried to do to both of you and I knew it was my fault. I should've never done that deadly mission, we would've been raising our son and being a happy family if I haven't chose to do it. That dreadful day gave me nightmares every time I fell asleep and stare down at our son...our first-born child. Bella, I want to rekindle our bond...our marriage again, I want to feel complete with you on my side, and fix all of my mistakes I made with you. I love you so much angel, I never wanted to hurt you nor our family, I swore to protect both of you for the rest of my life...and I want to show you how much I miss you being close to me. Let me show you angel, please forgive me for this." Bella was about to say something, but Kaldur put his lips back on hers and pulls the covers over their naked bodies.

Kaldur begun rubbing her clit and trailing love bites on her neck as his wife moans softly in pleasure. He latched onto her full breast and begun kissing them while resting his free hand on her stomach. Bella was feeling her husband please her and never thought she'll miss this interaction that much.

Kaldur felt her slick and smelt her arousal, his pupils dilated in lust while licking his fingers in front of his wife. Bella gently shoves him and begins blowing him off. She hums as she sucks Kaldur's cock and doing a lot of deep throat work on his large member.

The blond-haired Atlantean soldier rubs her hair back and saw his spouse hollow out her cheeks. Kaldur grunts as Bella continues blowing him off and giving him some head. He squeezed his eyes shut when he came hard in her mouth after several long minutes later, she gulped his large load down and pops him out of her mouth.

"Are you still mad at me angel?" Kaldur asked his wife with a deepened tone from experiencing his climax.

"Come pound me then and find out my king." Bella replied in a low tone, laying on her back and spreading her legs open for him. "Your queen needs you."

Kaldur's desires were now fulfilled as he strokes his hardened cock and begun thrusting it inside Bella, groaning at how much tighter she became since they separated from each other due to some complicated issues between them. The raven-haired demigoddess moans and bites her bottom lip at her husband's size...it seems that he's gotten a lot larger than usual like last time. The Atlantean hero notices how much weight and height she got after having their heir...their son, but she's still a bit smaller than him due to their genetics as different races.

"Get ready angel," Bella was moaning and mewling as Kaldur begun showing her how much he missed her.

Kaldur yanks her wrists back and pins them down in his hands beside her head. Bella then arches her back at the strength and pleasure her husband was giving her. The demigoddess felt her wrists were free, so she pulls the Atlantean down for a kiss and rolls him onto his back.

"So good," she said softly as she rode Kaldur's cock and pinning him down this time.

"I feel the same," he groaned out. "Wait till I can get out of your hold Bella, I'll show you what you make me want to do to you whenever you get mad at me."

Bella licks his gills and dodges her spouse's lips with an innocent look. Kaldur's green eyes went dark and narrowed at her sweet refusal for a kiss. He thrusted his hips up hard when he got hers in his hands and she gasps in pleasure.

"Never try teasing me like that with me every again angel," he growled his painless threat at his wife. "Do you understand me?"

Kaldur pulls out and turns Bella right on her knees with her back to his front. He slams his cock back inside her and she begun babbling as he kept the same rough pace with her. Bella threw her head back while Kaldur sucks more dark hickeys onto her flawless porcelain skin.

"Get down angel," Bella bends her body down and lays on the mattress before she screams into the pillows.

Kaldur was laying on top of her and splitting her in half with hardened monster cock. He growls and yanks her hair hard, earning a yelp from his wife. Bella was a squealing mess underneath him and it fueled him to keep going till he cums inside his spouse...his lover...his wife.

"You like when I lose my patience with you huh? You love being my stress relief angel, I wonder if you can take my seeds inside you again like last time when we consumed our marriage." Kaldur growled deeply into her ears as he slaps her ass and kneels her breast hard.

"Yes Kaldur, yes...give it to me. I want it, I need it, now!" Bella pleaded desperately before she came hard and screeches his name.

Kaldur shoves his entire cock inside her to the base, feeling him poke her cervix and unleash what he pent up for months after his undercover mission. Bella felt his hot seeds went deep in her womb and smiled blissfully as his large load was pumped inside her. The half-Atlantean kisses her left cheek and turns them to their sides while keeping his cock inside is wife's creamy stuffed cunt.

"I love you my queen okay? I never want to lose you Bella, you're my wife, and I truly apologize for what happened those years back when I joined David. What do I need to do to earn your trust and love?" Bella nodded and sighs for a moment before blushing.

Last week with the ladies, Bella told them that she wanted a daughter and they understood why. The demigoddess got a deep connection with innocent babies and children. That's why she loved kids and they love her for being a nurturing caretaker that she was now.

"I want another child Kaldur, a daughter...our son's growing up and I think it's time for our family to grow. Calvin's been asking me for a sibling, he wanted us to give him a sister on his next birthday, and I needed to talk to you about that when he's with his grandparents." Kaldur nodded and kisses her passionately, he can do that for her heart and soul.

Kaldur watched how his wife will let their son Calvin play with Lian and her father Will whenever she's free with their son. Jade was there to record this with him and they watched their kids play together. Calvin and Lian were best friends to each other since the former Shadow was around the demigoddess during their pregnancies together.

"Alright angel," he whispered. "I can do that, I believe that our bond will be fixed when I get help from our loved ones...but for now, I'll get some rest for your sake."

Bella held his hand in hers and kisses it where his wedding ring was. Kaldur hugged her close while closing his eyes and let the weight of his fears get carried off of his shoulders. The married couple fell asleep, knowing that they got their loved ones and family to worry about in the future.

#kaldur'ahm #young justice #jackson hyde #yj #ofc #kaldur x oc #kaldur smut #young justice oc #young justice imagine #young justice fanfiction

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iamavailablesstuff · 1 year

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THE WILD DRAGON

@babyblue-chaos

student laughing]

[heavy footfalls echoing]

[girl] I’m not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago… but I admire the sadism.

[heavy footfalls continue echoing]

[school bell rings]

[jocks guffawing]

[gags, whimpers]

[thud]

I want names luke.

I don’t know who they were, honest.

It happened so fast.

Lukes, emotion equals weakness.

Pull yourself together.

[whimpers]

Now.

[eerie whooshing]

[jocks jeering]

[jock] You scared, kid? Scared?

[jocks laughing]

[locker slams]

[school bell rings]

You okay?

[visenya]I’m not about to confess to my brother that I’ve recently been plagued by visions.

They come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn.

Leave this to me.

Videnya?

What are you gonna do?

What I do best.

[“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” by Édith Piaf playing]

[whistle blows]

♪ Non, rien de rien… ♪

[jock 1] Yo, Dalton, look.

Bastards sister.

Hey, freak.

This is a closed practice.

[jocks chuckle]

The only person who gets to torture my siblings is me.

Visenya put phirana s in to the pool.

♪ Non, rien de rien ♪

[jocks clamor]

♪ Non, je ne regrette rien ♪

♪ Car ma vie, car mes joies ♪

[whistle blowing frantically]

♪ Ça commence avec toi ♪

[shrieks]

[elegant music swells, fades away]

[jauntily macabre theme music playing]

[radio squawks, playing “In Dreams” by Roy Orbison]

♪ I close my eyes ♪

♪ Then I drift away ♪

[passenger singing along] ♪ Into the magic night ♪

♪ I softly say ♪

[both] ♪ A silent prayer ♪

♪ Like dreamers do ♪

♪ Then I fall asleep to dream ♪

♪ My dreams of you ♪

♪ I remember ♪

[bird chirps]

[birds thudding in time to music]

♪ That you said goodbye… ♪

[feeble tweeting]

[both moaning]

[woman] Mmm.

[man sighs]

Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?

Jace, please remind our parents that I’m no longer speaking to them.

[rhanearya] Hmm.

I promise you, my little dragon, you will love kingslanding.

Won’t she, nyra?

Of course. It’s the perfect for her.

Why? Because it was the perfect for you?

I have no interest in following in your footsteps.

Becoming captain of the fencing team, Queen of the Dark Prom, President of the Séance Society.

I merely meant that finally you will be among peers who understand you.

Maybe you’ll even make some friends.

Kingslanding is were we are raised

It’s a magical place.

[yearning sigh]

You guys are making me nauseous.

Not in a good way.

Darling, we aren’t the ones who got you expelled.

That boy’s family was going to file attempted murder charges.

How would that have looked on your record?

Terrible.

Everyone would know I failed to get the job done.

Hmm.

[gate hinges creak]

[ominous music builds]

[sighs] At least it’s turning into a beautiful day.

[bells tolling]

[thunder rumbling]

[playfully gloomy music playing]

Visenya is certainly a unique name.

Her name comes from a line from my favorite ancestors

You always had a unique perspective on the world, rhanearya

Hmm.

Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?

And you graduated with your sanity intact?

Impressive.

You’ve certainly had a very interesting educational journey.

Eight schools in five years.

They haven’t built one strong enough to hold me.

I bet this place won’t be any different.

What our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunitykingslanding doesn’t usually accept students mid-term, but give visenya s perfect grades and your family’s long history with the school, I’ve spoken with the board and we’ve made an exception.

[quirky music playing]

Alicent, what about visenya, um… therapy sessions?

The court ordered them.

Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in fleabottom

She can meet twice a week.

Did you hear that, my little storm cloud?

You’re in excellent hands.

We’ll see if she survives the first session.

I’ve assigned you to your mother’s old dorm.

Ophelia hall

[gasps, chuckles excitedly]

[visenya] Refresh my memory.

Ophelia’s the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?

Should we go meet your new roommate?

[rhaenyra' gasps]

It’s so… vivid.

[inhales excitedly] Howdy, roomie.

Visenya, this is Helaena.

Are you feeling okay?

You look a little pale.

Visenya always looks half-dead.

Oh.

Welcome to Ophelia Hall.

Not a hugger. Got it.

Please excuse visenya.

She’s allergic to color.

[Helaena] Oh, wow.

What happens to you?

[flatly] I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.

Luckily, we’ve special ordered you a uniform. [chuckles]

Helaena, please take visenya to the registrar’s office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.

[ominous music playing]

[haunting choral vocalizations]

Kingslanding was founded in 1791 to educate people like us.

Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here.

You can save the sanitized sales pitch.

I don’t plan on staying here for long.

Why not?

This was my parents’ idea.

Oh look, there’s my mother smirking at me.

They’ve been looking for any excuse to send me here.

It’s all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan.

What plan?

To turn me into a version of themselves.

In that case, perhaps you can clear something up.

Rumor’s been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off.

Actually, it was two kids, but who’s counting?

Welcome to the quad.

It’s a pentagon.

The whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different.

Let me give you a wiki on kingslanding social scene.

I’m not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés.

Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain.

There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales.

Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires.

Some of them have literally been here for decades.

That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves.

Like me!

[Furs howling]

Full moons get pretty loud around here.

That’s when Furs wolf out.

I suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones.

I’m assuming Scales are sirens?

[Enid] You catch on quick.

And that girl, Alys river, is the closest thing kingslanding has to royalty.

[enchanting whooshing]

Although her crown’s been slipping lately.

She used to date our resident tortured artist, Aemond Hightower.

But they broke up at the beginning of the semester.

Reason unknown.

Fascinating.

I know, right?

My vlog is, like, the number one source for kingslanding gossip.

Yo,Helaena You’re not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate.

She eats human flesh.

Chowed down on that kid she murdered.

You better watch your back.

Quite the contrary.

I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets.

Robb, this is my new roommate, Visenya

Whoa.

You’re in black and white.

Like a living Instagram filter.

Ignore him.

Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned.

He’s cute, but clueless.

It’s a small school. There wasn’t much online about you.

You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok.

I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation.

Look at you, my little deathtrap.

Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories.

Doesn’t it, nyra?

Yes.

Why don’t you boys wait in the car?

Visenya and I need a moment.

[Jace grunts]

Jace, you’re soft and weak.

You’ll never survive without me. I give you two months, tops.

I’m gonna miss you, too, sis.

Any plans you have of running away end right now.

I’ve alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep.

You have nowhere to go.

As usual, you underestimate me, Mother.

I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again.

[sighs]

You are a brilliant girl, visenya, but sometimes you get in your own way.

I’m sure you’ll grow to love kingslanding, and find it as life-changing as I did.

Oh, I got you a little something.

Our initials.

It’s made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions.

It’s a symbol of our connection.

Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke?

I’m not you, Mother.

I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family.

I’m told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn’t take it to heart.

Fortunately, you don’t have one.

Finally, a kind word for your mother.

Daemon, the crystal ball, please.

We can’t talk to you for the first week while you’re settling in, so we’ll call you next Sunday.

[delicate, emotional music playing]

[car door closes]

Don’t worry, my love.

Our little scorpion won’t be alone.

[undercarriage clattering]

[fingers scuttling]

[thunder booms]

We found a leg by the lake.

Where’s the rest of him?

Well, the torso and arm are over there.

What the hell did you do to my room?

Dividing our room equally.

It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side.

I…

Silence would be appreciated.

This is my writing time.

Your writing time?

I devote an hour a day to my novel.

Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent.

I’ve read serial killer diaries with better punctuation.

I write in my voice.

It’s my truth. It’s what my followers love.

Your followers are clearly imbeciles.

They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures.

Uh, you mean, emojis?

It’s how people express their feelings. I realize that’s a foreign concept to you.

When I look at you, the following emojis come to mind.

Rope, shovel, hole.

By the way, there is no 'e' in Targaryen

If you’re going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly.

[music player beeps, playing peppy pop song]

Turn that off.

This is your final warning.

[playfully] Rawr!

Don’t mess with me.

This kitty’s got claws, and I’m not afraid to use them.

[door opens]

Good evening, girls.

Oh, sorry about the mud.

I wanted to make sure that visenya was settling in.

Ah. Is this a bad time?

I’m Ms. Thornhill, your dorm mom.

Apologies, I wasn’t here to greet you when you arrived.

I trust Enid has given you the old kingslanding welcome.

She’s been smothering me with hospitality.

I hope to return the favor.

In her sleep.

Well, here’s a little welcome gift from my conservatory.

I try to match the right flower to each of my girls.

When I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one.

The black dahlia.

Oh, you know it?

Of course. It’s named after my favorite unsolved murder.

Thank you.

Okey-dokey. Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules.

Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever.

What’s the story about going into the local town?

Passes to fleabottom are a privilege, not a right.

It’s a brisk 25-minute walk, or there’s a shuttle on the weekends.

The locals are a tad bit wary about kingslanding, so please don’t go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes.

That means keep your claws to yourself, and no smothering people in their sleep.

Are we clear?

Great talk. [chuckles]

[door opens]

[foils clattering]

[fencer grunts]

Coach, Coach, she tripped me.

It was a clean strike, Rowan.

Maybe if you whined less and practiced more, you wouldn’t suck.

Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get real competition?

Anyone else want to challenge me?

I do.

[ominous music playing]

Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in.

You must be the self-appointed Queen Bee.

Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers, they drop dead.

[fencers] Ooh!

Rowan doesn’t need you to come to his defense.

He’s not helpless, he’s lazy.

Are we doing this or not?

En garde.

[dramatic music playing]

[both grunting]

[coach] Point to Wednesday.

[both continue grunting]

[coach] The score is even.

That first point was clearly beginner’s luck.

Let’s finish this.

For the final point, I would like to invoke a military challenge.

No masks.

No tips.

[fencers] Ooh.

Winner draws first blood.

[dramatic musical flourish]

It’s your decision, Alys.

Let’s see if you bleed in black and white.

[dramatic music continues]

[rapier tip slices]

[disbelieving exhale]

Your face finally got that splash of color it so desperately needed.

[chuckles]

[Rowan] You’re Visenya, right?

Rowan.

I know how you feel.

I guarantee you don’t.

My mother promised me I’d finally fit in somewhere.

I never thought it was possible to be an outcast in a school full of outcasts.

But it looks like you’re gonna give me a run for my money.

Uh…

Sorry about the… nick.

No good deed goes unpunished.

[quirkily sinister music playing]

[water tank gurgling]

[chilling choir vocalizations]

[stone scraping]

[Aemond] Visenya!

Welcome back.

Just take it easy.

Nurse said you don’t have a concussion, but you probably have a nasty bump, huh?

The last thing I remember I was walking outside feeling a mixture of rage, pity and self-disgust.

I never felt that way before.

Losing to Alys has that effect on people, I think.

Then I looked up and saw that gargoyle coming down and I thought, “At least I’ll have an imaginative death.”

Then you tackled me out of the way.

Why?

[clicks tongue] Call it instinct.

So you were guided by latent chivalry, the tool of the patriarchy, to extract my undying gratitude?

Mm-hmm. Most people just say thank you.

I didn’t want to be rescued.

I shoulda just let that thing smash you to mush?

I would have rather saved myself.

[scoffs] Good to see you haven’t changed.

If makes you feel any better, let’s just say I returned the favor.

Aemond Hightower?

You probably don’t remember me.

Last time we met, I was about two feet shorter, 40 pounds heavier.

What happened?

[exhales] Puberty, I guess.

What happened the last time we met?

Oh. Uh.

Yeah, it… it was my godmother’s funeral.

She was friends with your grandmother, and they spent their twenties in Europe, swindling the rich and notorious.

I don’t know, but we were ten, and we were bored, decided to play hide and seek.

I had the inspired idea to hide in her casket.

I got stuck as it was headed to the crematorium.

I’d heard muffled screams.

I just figured your godmother had cheated death and was trying to claw her way out.

Either way, you hit the big red stop button and saved me from being flame-broiled. So… now we’re even.

[mournful rendition of “La Llorona” playing]

[typewriter keys clacking]

♪ Ay de mí, Llorona ♪

♪ Llorona, tú eres mi chunca ♪

[bed squeaking]

♪ Ay de mí, Llorona ♪

♪ Llorona, tú eres mi chunca… ♪

I knew it!

Hello, Thing.

[bed frame rattling]

Did you think my highly trained olfactory sense wouldn’t pick up on the faint whiff of neroli and bergamot in your favorite hand lotion?

I could do this all day.

[desk trembling]

Surrender?

[tapping frantically]

Mother and Father sent you to spy on me, didn’t they?

I’m not above breaking a few fingers.

That they thought I wouldn’t find out proves how much they underestimate me.

Oh, Thing, you poor, naive appendage.

My parents aren’t worried about me.

They’re evil puppeteers who want to pull my strings even from afar.

The way I see it, you have two options.

Option one.

I lock you in here for the rest of the semester, and you go slowly insane trying to claw your way out, ruining your nails and your smooth, supple skin.

And we both know how vain you are.

Option two.

You pledge your undying loyalty to me.

♪ …que no se apartan de mí… ♪

Our first order of business is to escape this teenage purgatory.

[tapping]

Of course I have a plan.

And it begins now.

[mysterious music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[Alicent] Dr. Kinbott’s office is on the second floor.

Other Nevermore students swear by her.

You’ll be here until I’m done?

Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate.

Principal Alicent, this feeble attempt at bonding is beneath you.

And chauffeuring your students around is below your pay grade.

Given your history, I’m sure you’re intent on running away.

I’m here to prevent that from happening.

I wish you luck.

[door slams]

I read the notes from your school counselor.

Mrs. Bronstein. She had a nervous breakdown after our last session and had to take a six-month sabbatical.

Go ahead and take a seat.

How did you feel about that?

Vindicated.

But someone who crochets for a hobby isn’t a worthy adversary.

Adversary?

I hope we can forge a relationship based on trust and mutual respect.

[scoffs]

This is a safe space, Wednesday.

A sanctuary where we can discuss anything.

What you’re thinking, feeling,

your views on the world, personal philosophy.

That’s easy. I think that this is a waste of time.

I see the world as a place that must be endured, and my personal philosophy is kill or be killed.

So, for instance, when someone bullies your brother, your response is to dump piranha in the pool.

You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight.

Unless it’s concealed.

Point is, you assaulted a boy, and showed no remorse for your actions.

That’s why you’re here.

He lost a testicle.

I did the world a favor. People like Dalton shouldn’t procreate.

I’ve answered all your questions.

We’re not done yet.

[mysterious notes play]

Therapy is a valuable tool to help you understand yourself.

It can teach you new ways to deal with your emotions.

It can also help you build a life that you want.

I know the life that I want.

Tell me about it.

Everything said in these sessions is strictly confidential.

Do your plans involve becoming an author?

I understand you’ve written three novels about a teen girl detective, Viper De La Muerte.

Can you tell me about her?

Viper is smart, perceptive, chronically misunderstood.

Any luck getting your work published?

Editors are short-sighted, fear-based life forms.

One once described my writing as gratuitously morbid, and suggested I seek psychiatric help.

[Kinbott] Hmm.

Ironic, isn’t it?

How did you take that?

I sent her a “thank you.”

[mischievous music playing]

[screams]

I’ve always been open to constructive criticism.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fic #aegon x you #visenya targaryen

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