#this is what you are (operator ophelia au)

[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 13 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist (that i keep forgetting): @frieschan, @0funsite0

Ophelia lay in her bed, layers of blankets stacked on top of her. Her current illness was getting the better of her, leaving her a sniffling mess with an upset stomach. Music softly drifted through the air, a calming piano arrangement of some pop song Ophelia vaguely remembered hearing on the radio. She closed her eyes and took it in- it was in a waltz-like 3/4 time signature, D-flat minor key, and- what was the tempo? Ophelia placed her phone in her left hand as she conducted the song gently to herself. It sounded very slow, but the actual tempo was slightly quicker than what most people thought- 100 beats per minute? Ophelia decided to settle on that for now. 

Getting out of bed, Ophelia paused the music from her phone and placed it back down on her pillow. She softly closed the door to her bedroom, and shivered at the sudden coolness of the hallway- that old hallway always felt like an ice cave. Ophelia often found herself unconsciously rushing through it to enter the nearest room with heat. Ophelia shuffled herself down the stairs and into the kitchen in hopes of scavaging some food from the cabinets. 

The kitchen was barren, no scraps of food in sight. Ophelia checked every cupboard, the fridge, and even desperately checked in the oven. Nothing other than her parents' alcohol and weed could be found. The girl sat defeated on the floor in front of the cabinet, and glanced up towards the table and saw her car keys. She could always run to the store and pick up some food, but in her current state, Ophelia thought it wise not to operate a car. A sudden hunger pain shot through her, forcing her brain to change its mind. She stood up with crackling joints and grabbed her black and yellow lanyard with her keys on it. 

The lanyard came from her state's top university, where Ophelia planned on attending next Fall. She felt so much excitement just thinking about going away from her small, boring town and into a big city, meeting so many new people in her major who shared the same interests and loves as her, and just further studying music in general. Just holding the lanyard made her feel joy and accomplish- she had been the first one in her class to get into college, and so far the only one to get into one of the top universities. 

Smile still on her face, Ophelia opened the back door only to be met with the unsettling face of her mother, who did not look happy. Ophelia could practically see the steam coming off her body; a hot, red anger Ophelia could only picture her mother showcasing. No one on the face of the earth could be as angry as she was almost all the time. "Where do you think you're going?" Ophelia felt her mother's spit fly at her face as she unleashed her words like venom.

"I'm-"

"You're sick again?" No sympathy could be found in her words. It was an accusation- Ophelia was always sick, and her mother could never benefit from it. The girl couldn't help it- her immune system never had a chance to fully develop. Her mother stopped bringing her to the doctors once they told her Ophelia would need constant supervision and special care. 

Everything suddenly got hotter, and Ophelia found herself unable to breathe. Her mother seemed enormous in her rage- she was a bull and Ophelia was the defenseless red cloth. She took a step back, but that only fuelled her mother on more.

"I have bigger issues than you being a whiney bitch all the time! You're nearly 18 now, you need to act like an adult!" Ophelia felt the glass bottles of liquor break against her skin, tearing open the skin on contact. Blood appeared everywhere, drowning Ophelia in her panic. 

"I don't know why I didn't kill you when I had the chance. Too costly to keep you around anymore, with you being a weak bitch to almost everything." Everything was loud. Her mother's voice boomed in her ears, the previously calming music pounded with increasing intensity, Rose's cries pierced through her eardrums, and Ophelia's own heart thudded seemingly out of her chest no matter how hard she willed it to stop. 

Stop.

She wanted it all to stop.

"How did they find...?" Jimin trailed off in disbelief. He believed they did everything right so no one could trace Ophelia back to South Korea, but somehow they messed up along the way. Every news outlet had Ophelia's name and images plastered wherever they could fit it. Jimin carefully read through every article to see where the police were in the investigation. Originally her parents were charged with her disappearance since they too disappeared shortly after Ophelia. Once the police recovered Ophelia's cellphone, the search branched out to South Korea from her text logs. Of course it would be the phone that gave them away- even though the burner phone was now deep in the Han River, it probably could still be tracked. 

"It'll be fine," Taehyung tried his best to hide his own anxiety to cheer up his friend, "no one knows Ophelia is here besides us. If we just keep quiet, they'll eventually give up the search." 

The crackling of the baby monitor coming to life drew Jimin out of his depressive state. With a final sigh, he stood up and headed back towards the living room. 

Lia sat up on the couch, body slightly shaking from the remaining visions of her nightmare. Her blanket was wrapped tightly around her, and she had a corner clutched in her fist. Her fingers played with her lip absentmindedly, occasionally breaking the fragile skin. From where Jimin stood, he could see tears building up in Lia's clouded eyes. 

"Are you feeling better, little one?" Jimin asked, now sitting on the couch next to the sick little. He could see how visibly tense Lia was as she responded with a small, jerky shake of the head. Jimin clicked his tongue and pushed Lia's hair away from her face, allowing his hand to linger on her forehead. It felt like her fever went down significantly, but Jimin wasn't convinced Lia was completely in the clear due to her current behavior. 

"My poor baby," Jimin cooed and started to stand up, "Do you want some-" Piercing sobs and Lia frantically reaching out for Jimin caused Jimin to stop in his tracks, sitting back down on the couch. Lia shuffled herself onto Jimin's lap, crying harshly into the crook of his neck. Jimin gently rocked her back and forth, shushing her in a fruitless attempt to calm her. When her cries wouldn't cease and Lia began shaking from the harshness, Jimin laid the both of them down on the couch, with Lia curled up on his chest.

"I think someone's still a little tired," Jimin said. Somehow, Lia's crying increased as she let out desperate cries of 'no.' Not really knowing what to do, Jimin blindly reached behind his head for the pacifier Jin said was on the table. The older feared to leave Lia while she was still sick, informing Taehyung and Jimin of every little thing to do before Taehyung ushered him out the door. That was less than an hour ago, and if that was when Lia was first put down for a nap, she desperately needed to go back to sleep no matter how much she fought it. 

Once he had the pacifier in hand, Jimin easily slipped it between Lia's lips and held it in place with his thumb. His fingers gently stroked the side of her face to soothe her alongside his soft humming. After a few minutes her cries died down, but her still ragged breathing alerted Jimin that she was still upset and nowhere near the verge of sleep still. Cautiously, he removed his thumb from the button of the pacifier, prepared to catch it before it fell to the ground after Lia inevitably spits it out. 

To Jimin's surprise, the pacifier never left Lia's mouth, and she continued to suckle.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #mafia au #bts little space #twinkle

[kate-bishops-waifu]

My hand slipped-

A/N: ummmm this is dumb but I keep thinking about this little scene so I wrote it, I know it's super short I'm so sorry, it's very possibly bad. I really can't stop thinking about this thouuugh. Grishaverse au because because because-

Ophelia sat below what was a dirty window, letting in just enough grey light through a layer of dust. The building wasn’t particularly old; some mining operation dried up and abandoned. She pulled her sweater over her hands, and hugged around her middle, the wall was cold, the thin glass didn’t do much to protect from the biting wind, but she wanted to be alone. Away from the others.

She would not get the peace she craved, as soon as Kate came through the door, she swung her rifle over her shoulder and sat down next to her. She adjusted her rifle to rest against the wall next to her, and Ophelia tucked her knees up to her chest wishing Kate would grant her just a little more distance. She stuffed her cold hands further in her skirt as if hiding them would make Kate forget. Make herself forget.

“Alright. What was that?” Kate didn’t bother with pleasantries. “You’re Grisha?”

“Drusje.” Ophelia was quick to correct.

“Right. Drusje. Is that really what everyone calls us in Fjerda?”

Ophelia flinched at the word ‘us’.

“Have you ever been to Novyi Zem? I met a woman once, a heartrender I think, only for a moment. She scared me really, an entire line of Druskelle fell, rifles still in their hands. Like their lights just went out.” She glanced at Ophelia for the barest moment. “Not really helping my case, am I? The point is that they call us ‘zowa’. That means ‘blessed’. It’s not a bad thing really,”

“You tamper with nature, it’s unnatural.” Ophelia spit back. Her eyes were plastered to the floor.

Kate shuffled, adjusting her coat. “Right.”

They fell into a heavy silence, the breeze hammering the walls outside. The whole building seemed to shiver.

“Here,” Kate dug her fingers under one of the metal buttons of her coat, pulling it loose, she handed it to Ophelia, but she wouldn’t take it. “Come on, you owe me.”

“I just saved your life, don't you owe me?”

Kate huffed at that. “I saved your life twice, we’re not even. Take this. In your hand. Go on,” She urged,

After a moment Ophelia sighed, loosening her sleeve to take the small silver button. Kate pulled a second one off her shirt and held it out in her palm.

“What’s your favorite animal?”

“What?”

“Just tell me, yeah?”

“Crow.”

Kate gave her a weird look, but closed her hand around the button. When she opened her hand again there sat a small statue of a Crow.

Ophelia hesitated, and picked it up. Really it was delicate work, a well crafted little bird, she took it between her fingers to examine it closer.

“Pretty good, right?”

Ophelia nodded.

“Now. You try.”

Her eyes wide wide. “What? No I-I can’t do that. I won’t.”

“Go on, it’s just a button. You won’t hurt anyone. Here.” Kate took both Ophelia’s hands in her own, the button and Crow side by side. “Just, close your hand, and picture the bird in your mind.” But she didn’t close her hands. “I’ll help you, okay?” Kate slowly started to close the other woman's hands into a fist. “Now, picture it in your head,” she pressed their hands gently. “Now open.” Two crows now, one well crafted and the other mostly an impression, but two distinctive metal birds.

Ophelia’s eyes went wide, as Kate turned her gaze up to her.

“See?” Ophelia’s hands really were cold, freezing in fact. She had singed a hole in her gloves and dropped them somewhere.

Kate examined the girl closely, her eyes were a mix of wonder, fear, and disgust. “There’s nothing to be scared of. It won’t hurt you.

“But if the Druskelle-”

“That won’t happen. We won’t let it happen, and if they do, you’re unregistered. They’ll think you were kidnapped or something.

Ophelia was shivering again, her expression was blank. Kate closed her hands over Ophelia’s again, in an attempt to warm them.

The door burst open then, Kate’s head shot up in surprise, but the wind had only been too strong for the rusty hinges. She took a breath, and turned back to Ophelia, her eyes softened. She stood up to find something to barricade the door, before Ophelia could see her cheeks turn red.

#no tags because scary

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Out of the Waves, Into Your Arms

Behold!!! My first short for this AU! It’s probably bad, but if you guys like it, maybe I’ll do some more. Probably cute stuff, since I can’t do tense stuff to save my life, but who knows, maybe I’ll try! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Without further ado…

Ondine’s sparkling teal eyes grew to the size of saucers as she took in her surroundings. She stood in the grand entry hall of her new school, and was absolutely stunned by the gorgeous palace that lay before her. Her first day on land was already so exciting! She had seen a forest(with actual TREES!), rode in a car, and actually seen the SUN! (It hurt a bit to look at, to be honest.)

Hearing voices behind her, she began to move forward through the high-ceilinged corridor, enjoying the sound of her mint green sandals clapping on the floor. (She still couldn’t believe she had LEGS!) She had found that feet weren’t the easiest things things to operate, however, at least for a novice. As she hurried up the grand set of stairs to the next floor of the school, she suddenly lost her footing and felt her body slip backwards through the air.

Shutting her eyes tight and grimacing, Ondine prepared herself for a painful and sudden collision with the floor. But to her surprise, it never came. Something seemed to be holding her up, something warm and strong. So she opened her eyes… and found herself in the arms of a handsome and VERY muscular boy her age. His stormy grey eyes held concern and his smile was adorably awkward.

“Uh, ar-are you okay, miss?”, he asked, his voice was deep and just as warm as his eyes. She found herself blushing as a small smile crossed her own lips.

“Yes, thank you.”, she said softly, “You really saved me just now.”

His cheeks flushed bright pink as he let out a nervous chuckle. “A-Ah, it was nothing, really. Uh, I’m Kim, what’s your name?”

“Ondine. It’s very nice to meet you.”, she said with a soft giggle of her own, her smile widening. He then gently set her on her feet, rubbing the back of his neck as he kept smiling in that goofy way that was so cute.

“Thank you again for catching me, Kim. I’m still getting used to having these.”, Ondine said bashfully as she gestured downward.

“Legs?”, the boy asked, looking a mite confused as he looked where she had indicated. The red-haired princess giggled again with a nod.

“Up until about a day ago, I had a tail.”

“Oh! You’re a mermaid?”

“Yes, a spell gave me legs and let me breathe air on the surface so I could come to school here.”

“That’s pretty cool.”

After that, when Ondine told him she had been assigned to the homeroom class of Mme. Mendeliev, a world-renowned sorcerer, Kim had told her:

“Oh, that’s the class right next to mine! I could walk you there if you want…”

She had accepted, finding herself enjoying the boy’s company quite a bit. As they walked through the hallways, they exchanged stories about their lives. It turned out that Kim had actually been born a GOD, but someone had stolen him from his parents, and turned him into a mortal. They hadn’t succeeded in doing so completely, however, which was why he was still so strong, which he had demonstrated for her by lifting two large statues over his head and juggling them, making her laugh.

“Yeah, it was pretty much always just me and my dads.”

“I couldn’t imagine that. I have SIX older sisters!”

“Woah, really?!”

“Mm-hm. Olivia, Ophelia, Octavia, Olga, Oona, and Olympia!”

“Your parents must really like names that start with ‘O’.”

“Ha, yeah. Mermaid kings and queens always name their daughters with the same letter. It’s a weird tradition but we still do it. My parents just chose ‘O’.”

When they arrived at the two neighboring classrooms, Kim turned to face Ondine. His smile really was SO cute, and he still had that soft blush on his cheeks.

“Well, these are the classrooms! Yours is the one on the left.”, he told her, pointing to the room in question.

“Thanks. It was really nice meeting you, Kim.”, she said, smiling warmly as she moved to enter the room, only for her flip flop to catch on her heel and send her sprawling again. Thankfully, her companion had moved quickly, catching her yet again, her hands pressed against his chest and his on her waist, both of their cheeks warm.

“A-and, thank you for c-catching me.”, she stammered out, “Both times.” He nodded with another sweetly nervous laugh.

“N-no problem.”

As she stared into those intense, but kind grey eyes, Ondine started thinking that maybe he could be the one to…No, it was WAY too early to be thinking like that! But, with her new environment and how she managed to make it here in the first place, she felt a bit bolder than usual…

“It was really nice of you to walk me to class. I hope we see each other again soon, Kim. And thank you again for saving me, twice.”, she said before she leaned up to quickly peck him on the cheek, giggling as she moved into her classroom, leaving the boy bright red with a huge grin, staring after her with what you might call ‘googoo eyes’.

———

“Max, I think I’m in love!”, a young demigod announced as he entered the dorm he shared with the boy he’d pretty much already claimed as his best friend. In response to this, the young inventor quirked an eyebrow with an amused grin.

“Oh?”

#miraculous ladybug #disney au #class of heroes #ml au #mlb ocs #kimdine #le chien kim #miraculous ondine #short #fluff

[bearcina]

An Alphas Den

Zora Blackwood/Female Captain.

(AO3)

Zora Blackwood/Ophelia Amana (OC). A/B/O AU. Mutual pining. Fluff and smut. Bite marks/mating marks. Heat. First person: Ophelia.

Ophelia finds that Zora is the perfect mate for her, she was strong, kind, and caring. However, Ophelia's heat may escalate their relationship much quicker than otherwise thought.

The first thing I knew was that the room reeked of alpha. It made me break out in a cold sweat, two alphas were fighting and their pheromones were harsh on my senses.

The bar was completely empty. I could sit down and wait out the spat, and still keep the mask of being another alpha.

I walked up to the bar itself and sat down on a stool towards the middle, listening to the fight.

Something about one of them was different, I knew it. They were producing the sweetest smell. I wanted to sniff them out and calm them down, it was incredibly hostile.

No, I had to stay strong. I needed to sit there and wait it out, an alpha wouldn't intervene. 

I pulled out my last lemon slapp, it was lukewarm from the Monarch heat, and cracked it open to sip and wait for them to finish. 

They were both tall, rugged, and armored. It was a sight to see, the two of them were shouting over the leadership of their faction. 

The lady, she caught my eye. She had a vicious scar across the right side of her face, it ran down her cheek and through her lip to her chin. I wanted to ask about it, it made her look impossibly hotter. 

The other... I could care less about him, he had an air of snobbish superiority that reeked, like the Vicar I met in Edgewater, they were cocky. His hair was untamed and dirty, he looked like he didn't care for himself well.

Eventually they stopped, the lady smacking him upside the head and gesturing to me. 

I put my drink down, and nodded a polite hello.

"Look, Graham. There's someone here and you still won't tell me what's going on! It's like you want to drive people away!" The woman barked, she was more powerful than him. 

The man sighed and backed down, submitting to the supposedly right-hand of their operation. 

"I'm Captain Ophelia, I... Got the broadcast. ADA picked it up and played it for me as we landed in Cascadia." I started, trying to smile at the two leaders. "I also hear you could use more hands for your operation, I heard the argument." I kept stealing glances to the furious lady, she had a captivating gaze, I felt like I had her undivided attention. 

The man called my attention back quickly every time it strayed. 

"I know it would be a lot to ask, but could you make a supply run? I ordered some rollers with-" Graham was cut off by the alpha that was never introduced. 

"You ordered the rollers?!" She roared, shoving herself off the bar and towering over me. "We need supplies, not stuff for your pet project!"  Well, she did have a good point, that couldn't have been a priority by the sound of it. 

"If we get the printing press running, we can get more pamphlets out and get more people to our cause!" Graham shouted back, just as furious. He looked back to me and I frowned.

"Please, go meet with our contact and bring back the last order. There should be more credit leftover, if you would-"

"Don't listen to him! If there is any money left, we need food and medicine. Please, get the food and medicine." The lady pleaded, and I nodded to her, the food and medicine would have to come first.  

"I'm sorry about Graham, he's overzealous." The lady sighed, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms again. 

"My name is Zora Blackwood, I'm the second in command." She introduced herself with a strained expression. "I appreciate you bringing back more supplies, it seems you're quite sensible."

"I don't know if you remember, but I'm Ophelia, Captain of the Unreliable." I smiled. "It's unreasonable for a printing press to come before food and medicine, it was the only thing to do."

I met with her in the med bay after the run, she was also the medic for the Iconoclasts. It was clean and smelled of caring alpha and disinfectant. I loved it, it was like being back on Earth.

She had to be that sweet smelling alpha from that first meeting. The whole building felt safer than a mantiqueen nest with her in it.  We conversed easily. 

"Ah, Zora! I'm glad to have caught you here." I smiled, opening the medbay door. "I've brought you something." I giggled, she will be so happy! Zora looked up from her notepad, and smiled a little.

"Captain, it's nice of you to drop by, it's been a while." Zora replied, shutting the cover to her notepad. "What did you bring, is it another broken arm to set?" She chuckled, looking me up and down.

"No! That was once!" I yelped. "I brought you supplies, you said you were low when I was here!" I laughed, pulling off my bag and setting it beside her on the desk.

"I brought you some medicine, I scored a huge cache off world on way here. I got you some Adreno, some of this Toxifree, some high proof alcohol from Groundbreaker, and I even got the go ahead to buy and medical supplies from their ship's medbay." I proudly remarked, pulling out a large handful of Adreno syringes, a few bottles of the Toxifree, and an unlabeled bottle of clear spirits.

Zora startled a little, shocked by the amount. She was baffled, pleasantly surprised by the gift of exactly what she had been needing.

"Captain, I'm shocked. This is almost everything I had been needing, too. I ran out of disenfectant yesterday, so this alcohol will be put to good use." Zora remarked, turning the large bottle in her hand. The alpha smiled lopsidedly, it was cute. 

She stood from the desk to put the bottle on the counter, brushing past me gently. The end of her orange cowl brushed my face as she passed, it smelled intoxicatingly of her sweet and spicy musk, gunpowder, and the disenfectant of the clinic. My shoulders relaxed, and a could feel myself smile even brighter.

She turned around and guided me to put away the syringes and bottles. I couldn't help but feel airy and giggly, Zora had been extremely happy with her gift.

"It's kind of you to offer your own supplies, Ophelia. I'm glad you want to help out, since Graham won't do it." She smirked, watching me put my bag back together.

"Oh, it's really no problem! You've been nothing but kind, especially since that time I was in here myself!" I giggled, flustering under her praise. "If you ever need anything, just let me know."  

"Captain, a word?" Zora asked, catching me at the gate into town.

"Of course, where?" I asked, carefully putting away my rifle. "

How about the medbay, my office there." She offered, eyeing my rifle and looking me up and down again.

"That's fine, lead the way." I nodded towards the hill and followed her there. 

"Captain..." Zora sighed, staring at me from across the table. "Ophelia, " She corrected, "I have a favor to ask of you. Something just between us."

I nodded, confused. Of course, she didn't even have to ask for a favor, and it was unusual for her to not use my title. 

"I need you to do some investigating for me. You see, I was going through old data cartridges and found the codes to the Amber Heights gate, and a similar one. It was signed with the location of an outpost nearby, and I want you to go look and see who gave them the codes to the gate."

I sighed, I was familiar with the past attack on the town, it was a big deal. She pulled a data cartridge from a hidden pocket.

Zora took my hands carefully and put it in them, wrapping my hands around it like a precious thing.

I looked up at her gravely, it was an honor for her to have decoded on me for the job, but it was just as heartwrenching to see her so sad.

"Of course, Zora. I'll go and look." I muttered. She looked sad and stressed, and it was obvious in her scent.

I put the cartridge in my own breastpocket and grabbed her hands again. I brushed my wrists over her knuckles, leaving behind my scent on her. 

I gave Zora a reasurring smile and got up from the table to get started soon. She looked a little better now, and hopefully she won't notice that I had scented her.   

"Graham, I've cleared out the publications press and village. I installed the rollers, too. It should be ready to go." I read from my data pad, glancing up. "I also provided aid-" There were loud footfalls coming up the stairs and I smelled her again, Zora. 

"I also provided aid to the team you had sent," She was close, her smell was intoxicating, "And retrieved the Van Noys for Zora." I finally finished, lowering the pad.

"Good. We needed the Van Noys here." I heard from behind me. I spun around, my attention immediately being ripped to her. 

Zora looked stressed, her posture and expression strained. She looked between me, my data pad, and Graham. She smelled sad, stressed, worried... She needs me. 

"Captain, if you have time, come to the med bay and debrief with me." She offered, her gaze unwavering on me. I swallowed and nodded, giving a glance to the furious alpha behind me.

"That's all of it, Graham. I've got to go, I've got other responsibilities on Monarch. I'm sure you're also busy." I lied, tucking the datapad under my arm. I nodded a goodbye respectfully, and went to follow Zora down the stairs.

She smelled better than him, open and caring. She never took me to the med bay next door, she led me to a small house towards the gates. 

Zora was silent for a long time, and I looked up at her nervously. She was leaned back in her chair again, crossed arms and unreadable expression. 

I couldn't help but trace her scar with my eyes, my hands twitched nervously on my datapad. I wanted to ask about it, touch it.

"You're an omega." Zora stated plainly, like it was no big deal. "I'm surprised."

I jumped, and ducked my head. I nodded shamefully.

"Yes." I confirmed slowly, glancing to the closed and locked front door. I must have been near her den. I whimpered pitifully, nervously fidgeting with my device. 

"I couldn't recognize the smell, before." Zora stated, sitting up straight. I cowered. Her presence made me weak, I don't think I could make it out. I didn't want to run from her. 

I nodded slowly, setting the pad down on the table between us. I didn't want her to find out. 

"I, ah...."

"There have been no Omegas in Halcyon for fifty years. Where the hell did you come from?" Zora demanded, giving me the same hard look she gave Graham the first time I met them. I yelped and jumped backward, toppling my chair with me.

"Zora, alpha, I, I don't think-" I whined, scooting back. I was terrified, I didn't want her to find out I was an omega and now she knew. 

She stood up and slammed her hands on the table.

"I want a damn answer." Zora growled, leaning over the tiny table to loom over me.

"I'm from the Hope! I was chosen as an omega to be brought over to the colonies!" I yelped, trembling. "I was frozen for seventy years, and I got thawed out recently! I didn't want you to find out, since I really like you and alphas don't normally hang out with omegas where I'm from!"

Zora panted and watched me for a while, her pupils slowly blowing wide. She finally nodded.

"We still have business to talk about."  

"Ophelia, a word?" Zora asked. I had come to the med bay to give her more supplies, I found a large cache of Adreno when I went to investigate the data cartridge. 

"Of course. What's up?" I offered, slowing my reach for my bag. "Have you had the chance to..."

"Yes, I have. I actually came to talk to you about that. You won't like what I found." I sighed, I didn't want to start the conversation that way. 

I was finishing up errands before my heat, I must have at least smelled a little like it... Every alpha in town was turning their head.

"Here... I transferred it all to this data cartridge." I started, reaching into my pocket.

"Actually, let's go back to my place, I want to keep things quiet." Zora frowned, looking at me closer. 

She led the way to her house, pulling me close to her when the alphas in town turned their heads.  

"Zora, please," I grumbled, watching her flit about the room, grabbing cold drinks, bringing over a table, taking my bag. "Zora, sit down."

She sighed and backed off to sit beside me on the old couch I had already made myself at home on.

"Okay, finally." I sighed in relief, digging out the cartridge and my datapad.  "I did go to the outpost, and I cleared it of mantis. I investigated, like you asked, and you won't like what I found. There was a few messages and a letter exchanged, I ripped the whole log of messages for you to read." I slotted in the cartridge, clicked it in, and passed over the pad. 

I leaned back into the couch, my feet and legs were so sore. I had hiked the whole way back as fast as possible just to get her the news. 

The couch was soft and smelled of Zora. I sipped the cold purpleberry punch, I wonder if she knew it was my favorite. I let her read in silence, eventually finishing my drink and putting the bottle in my pack. 

I was sleepy, shutting my eyes and settling in a little more with my muscles relaxing after being worked so hard. 

"I can't belive Graham would do this." Zora growled, setting the datapad back on the table after taking the cartridge. I hummed sadly and opened my eyes to look at her.

"I know. It's horrifying. I can't believe someone would do that, especially for what he's been preaching." I sighed, rubbing her shoulder affectionately before I realized it. She sighed and slumped, leaning back into the couch as well.

"It's awful. I'll need to think about it, what to do. He can't stay as the leader of the Iconoclasts." Zora stated, looking over. I nodded mournfully, smelling the sadness coming off of her. I scooted over hesitantly.

I slowly trailed my hand down her hard bicep and further to her hand, rubbing my scent on her. I grabbed her hand and tightly squeezed it.

"Graham will have to be removed." I confirmed. Zora squeezed back. "I worry he won't go quietly, even worse, he would still have the gate code." I muttered.

The alpha was sad, and it hurt to just sit there. I hesitantly brushed my wrists against her and scooted closer... She would feel better if I was closer.

"That's true... If so, I hate to think of it, but..." She trailed off, and I looked at her pitifully.

"I'll go with you. I support whatever you want to do." I muttered, leaning my head on her shoulder. I could smell her better from here, it soothed me more than I would admit. 

"Thank you, Ophelia." Zora sighed, looking down at me.

"I have to ask... Why do you smell like that?"

I paled.

"Smell like what? I was out there doing work, am I stinky?" I asked dumbly.

"You smell like...." She trailed off and pulled our entwined hands up to her nose and took a few sniffs. "I don't know. I've never smelled it before. It doesn't smell like hard work or your usual scent." She huffed, setting our hands back on her thigh.

"Zora, I don't think you really want to know." I chuckled, getting a noseful of strong alpha. She smelled so good, I wanted to get closer. I did get closer, rubbing my nose along her soft shoulder, trying to get closer and closer. 

"Ophelia, what's going on?" Zora asked seriously, grabbing my arm tightly. "Are you unwell?" I shook my head.

"No, no... It's... Um. I'm getting very, ah..." I blushed and hid my face in her cowl. "I'm about to go into heat." I muttered quietly.

She definitely heard it. Her scent became stronger and heady. Zora knew what that meant, and she was an alpha.

"I'm sorry, Zora. I didn't mean to get so touchy, it's um, it's messing with my brain. I'm unmated." I nervously giggled, pulling away from her. "I've never been... I've never smelled such a strong and delcious alpha, and I've never been so close to a den."

Zora watched me carefully.

"I'm also unmated." She said simply, looking me up and down. I froze. I swallowed thickly.

"Zora, are you..." I asked, leaning away from her nervously, I didn't want to trigger an early rut. "I can... Go..." I muttered.

I didn't want to go. It smelled too good here, maybe I could nest in one of the rooms upstairs...

Wait. That doesn't sound right, I needed to get back to the ship. 

"No, you don't have to. You look like you need help." Zora smiled. She looked at me like I was a treat, and it only made me want to stay more. I smiled shyly back at her. I looked back at my lap with a blush.

"It smells good..." I whispered, looking up at her for a second. "Very safe..." I said, a little louder. Zora moved closer, crowding me back to the armrest of the couch.

"My rut isn't far off." She confessed, chuckling.

I felt her hands slide up my hips to my waist. She scooted between my thighs, my back pressed against the armrest and one leg hanging off the couch.

Zora leaned in, pressing my further back. She squeezed my waist and gave me a soft kiss.

I moaned and kissed back. My veins already felt electric, just from her pheromones and a kiss. 

Zora kissed me over and over on the couch, giving me waves of gentle pleasure. I could finally touch her, and I couldn't get enough of her strong thighs between my own. 

"Alpha... You smell good." I purred, rubbing my nose over her scent gland, I was rewarded with her grabbing tighter.

"I couldn't help it... When I first saw you I couldn't do anything but be caught by your scent. Strong alpha. Good alpha." I didn't want to say the other thing on my mind... She smelled like she would be my mate.

"Hm... You smell good, too, little bird." Zora praised, her hands wandered under my shirt and upwards more. I whined, opening my mouth and grinding my hips against her.

"I can smell it now, it smells sweeter than rut." She chuckled. I nodded dazedly.

I gently licked her scent gland and moaned at the taste of her musk. I did it again, and then latched onto it to suck and lick and nip gently. I wanted to claim her.

My jaw twitched at the thought, threatening to bite down. 

Zora hands kept going up, taking my shirt with her.

"Let go, you can get back to that later." She hummed, and I obeyed with a sad whimper. 

My shirt was pulled up and off, and my bra was quick to follow. Zora's eyes were dilated and she stared at me like I was her prey.

Her rough and calloused hands found my waist but wandered up to my breasts. I whined needily. They had been so sore, I massaged them every day for the past week to soothe the need.

"Zora, please, I need you." I pleaded, putting my smaller hands over hers and guiding them to grab and squeeze. "Please, anything. I want anything you'll give." I panted.

Zora kneaded my breasts slowly, giving me time to adjust to the overwhelming pleasure of being touched in heat. I ground against her, my slick was seeping through my panties and onto her.  She slowed down, and pulled her hands away. I whimpered, holding her hands tighter.

"I'll give you more, little bird. We need to take this upstairs." Zora smirked, lifting me up and carrying me deeper into the sweet lair.  

Zora's den was full of earthy toned clothes, curtains, old iconoclast banners... And more importantly had her bed, it was full of plush fabrics and pillows... Like she had been gathering for an omega. 

She set me gently in the pile of fabrics and pillows, then ripped my pants off with no remorse. I yelped and covered up quickly with one of the golden blankets.

"Don't be shy, birdie. I'll get you through this." Zora chuckled, stripping off her armor.

She climbed onto the bed, trapping me into her hold. Her strong arms supported her weight beside my head, I could see the muscles working underneath the skin.

She pushed my thighs apart and settled between them, pressing a hard thigh against my soaking cunt. 

"Alpha, kiss me, please." I begged, reaching up to touch her face and bring her in. She indulged me, her lips meeting mine softer than expected. I moaned into the kiss, pulling her closer, my hands threaded into her short hair. 

Zora kissed softly, taking her time to memorize the way her lips felt against mine, learn how I kissed. 

I pulled away to breathe, my mind spinning. I presented my neck to her, and Zora wasted no time in burning her nose in it.

She took her time, sucking hickies into it, licking my scent gland, biting. She moaned the whole time, marking up my neck and collarbone with her teeth and mouth. I wanted her to mate me, to mark me.

"Zora, please..." I pleaded, she had been sucking on my scent gland for the longest time, and I had been shamelessly humping her incredibly muscular thigh.

Zora growled and grabbed my waist tight.

"You better be ready then, little bird. I'll keep you with me all the time." Zora stated, licking it again.

"Yes, I'll be your mate! Please let me be your mate, Zora!" I begged, grabbing her frantically. I was swimming in her smell, she smelled so good. Cinnamon, cloves, musk. Caring. Strong. Protective. Mate. She would treat me well. I had to nest. It had to be here. 

"Then get ready." She growled dangerously. She sucked on my scent gland greedily, drinking up the smells she pulled out.

Zora teased the sensitive spot, licking and sucking with a hint of teeth.

She grabbed my waist tighter, hard enough I know it'll bruise. It will be so pretty, purple handprints around my waist. 

And then it happened.

I felt her teeth sink into the junction of my neck and shoulder, she bit around my scent gland. Zora's bite was strong and unwavering.

I wailed and held onto her head tightly. I clamped my thighs around her, frantically wiggling and bucking my hips while I came.

She held me firmly into the mattress, keeping me in place as she held her bite, growling and puffing the whole time. 

She lapped up the blood that was spilled, my mind dazed and spinning. She soothed the burning, hurt spot with her kisses and licking. She soothed me with gentle praises and soft touches. 

When I saw her face again, she had a smear of blood across her cheek, and I couldn't even imagine a prettier sight. 

"Alpha..." I whined, wrapping the gold blanket closer. "I need more... Please... I need you again, Zora." I begged, staring at her. Zora was half dressed, her pants unbuttoned and her shirt in-hand.

"I've got to go, little bird... I need to go take care of that problem." Zora sighed. I could see the angry bite on her neck in the low light. I reached out for her.

"Zora... Please... One more?" I asked again. I rubbed my thighs together, my slick already coated them and made it easy. She shook her head, clearly her rut hadn't been triggered by my heat yet.

"I have to." Zora frowned, she was sad. She put on the shirt and walked back to my nest in progress.

"You still have plenty of fabric with my scent, it'll be okay. I'll be back before tomorrow, promise." She leaned down to kiss me just as sweetly as the first time. I whined sadly, holding her and putting my nose in her neck.

"Let me scent you, then... You can take me with you." I muttered, already working on it. She would carry my scent with her, then. "Take my handkerchief, too. It'll keep you safe. And take some of my Adreno, to make sure you come back."

Zora nodded, listening closely. She gave one last sweet peck to my forhead and pulled away.

I watched her armor up, everything but her orange cowl... Which I had in my nest. She didn't even mind, she took and tied it around my neck instead. She had found the little handkerchief of mine, I folded it up and tucked it into her breastplate.

"Your mark will be out, Zora. Are you sure you want to leave it out?" I asked, touching the tender spot. "They'll know, and Graham... I worry he will use it against you."

"Don't worry, love. I'll be just fine, the others will be happy, and Graham won't be a problem anymore. You stay here and rest, get comfortable. It might only last a few days at most, but you'll need your strength for when I return." Zora chuckled, finishing gearing up.

"I'll even bring you back a bite to eat and something to drink." There it was, the caring alpha again.

"If you're sure. I'll keep the bed warm." I hummed, pulling her down for one last kiss. "Be safe, get this sorted out and come back to me. I need my mate with me." Zora chuckled again, pulling away.

"I'll be back soon, you won't even realize I left." She smiled and shut the door after her, leaving me to soak in the scent of her safe den. 

#zora blackwood #Zora Blackwood/Female Captain #Zora Blackwood/The Captain #A/B/O AU #Ophelia Amana

[almosthumanophelia]

(( Tenno Ophelia got a hair update with the For2na drop ))

#warframe #operator #opheliathings #this is what you are (operator ophelia au) #munbabbling #my ocs

[iggy-licious]

Spotlight Serenade

I saw that Iggy pic above and felt compelled to write an AU set in the 1920s. I will probably take an eternity to update, but here you go. No smut right now, but there will be eventually.

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Chapter 1

Ophelia Samuels adjusted the scarf over her finger waves, tied her kimono around her curvy brown body, and staggered to the living room for the telephone ringing mercilessly on the credenza.

She wasn't sure if she should take the phone off the hook and just go back to sleep, or if she should find out what Emil wanted. She knew it was him; as her manager, he was the only one who might have a need to call her on a Wednesday night. At least Emil hadn't chosen to call earlier, when she and Richard, her guest for the evening, were getting to know each other in the biblical sense.

"Oh, good. There you are!" Emil practically shouted when Ophelia picked up the phone.

What was he screaming for? She sighed, resigning to hear him out for a few minutes at least. "What is it, Emil?" She stifled a yawn.

"It's about Wendell."

"What's he gone and done now?" Ophelia's head began to throb with the beginning of a hangover. Wendell, the drummer for her band, was nothing but trouble.

Emil sighed. "Got himself killed."

"Killed?"

"Yeah, Fee. Lost a knife fight after a craps game on 125th."

"Damn." He was a problem, but the audiences loved him, a trim, 6'2 chestnut-hued man who might have stolen the show if he hadn't been situated at the back of the stage. Ophelia had vowed to never fall for a band member and successfully kept her distance from Wendell, but he was exactly her type. "Well, we have to find a replacement fast, Emil. A good one." Reality was setting in about what the loss of Wendell would mean for Ophelia and the band.

"The residency, I know."

"Friday, Emil. Two days away!"

"You'll have someone, I promise. I'll ask the band to put their thinking caps on. For now, why don't you get some more beauty sleep? And have mercy on that poor man you left with?"

Ophelia contemplated Richard, who was still snoring in the bedroom. Not a dud entirely, but disappointing nevertheless. "That's one thing at least that you don't have to worry about, Emil."

***

Jim Orton turned up the hot water and prepared to finish quickly. His muscles ached, and he couldn't tolerate a repeat of last night's cold shower. The other tenants on the floor of the boarding house seemed to keep earlier hours and had run through most of the hot water. It was every man for himself, as far as the bathroom was concerned. Jim kept reminding himself that it was only temporary.

He groaned with pleasure when the water hit his back. He was glad to feel the tension slowly melt away. So many bottles and crates. So many back alleys and storm cellars and clubs and speakeasies that were unassuming from the outside. His father was right, the black clubs in Harlem were a lucrative proposition. After arriving in New York on Tuesday, Jim had spent the day and night selling all the gin he had and securing orders, careful to avoid promising more than Neil would be bringing. After some time at a cheap, late-night Chinese restaurant near his lodgings, contemplating the tide of money coming in, he was ready for bed. He'd leave it to Neil to worry about the finer points of assembling a satellite business in this city.

The Ortons ran a successful family bootlegging operation in Philadelphia, and Jim's father, Frank, was eager to become established in the Big Apple. The Ryans still largely catered to white clientele in New York, and while there were lots of small-time black bootleggers, the organized groups were more interested in running numbers in Harlem. So Frank Orton decided to try his family's luck uptown.

Frank had made agreements with old acquaintances, black and white, who ran the nightclubs, and sent Jim north in a rickety truck of precious, illegal cargo. The family's hopes were pinned on Jim until his brother Neil arrived to share the load. Neil was the brain, and Jim was the brawn, but Jim was holding his own all alone. He was a short man, but strong. Nothing scared Jim after the war, and he peppered most conversations with his intense, intimidating stare. Although he was usually the last person to put anyone at ease, he could be witty when relaxed, and in a pinch his crooked smile and large blue eyes had charmed more than a few unsuspecting women before.

After showering and brushing his teeth, he climbed into bed. It was generous to call the lumpy cot a bed, but it was better than sleeping in the truck. He turned on his radio, always hoping to hear jazz, but never finding much of it. The vibrant music was still considered a scourge to the public at large.

His father thought the large radio was an exorbitant purchase and a waste of space on the truck, but Jim insisted on bringing the device to New York. He couldn't be without some kind of music in the bleak boarding house. He enjoyed the freedom of his job, and he relished being a tough guy when needed, but music was his first love.

He'd do anything for his family, but he was slowly realizing that he wanted more. Hearing jazz in the New York clubs was as exciting as it was disheartening. As long as he was bootlegging, Jim would be an outsider of this loud, creative world, one who merely furnished the spirits that kept it turning happily.

He admired the hedonism of the atmosphere, the dancing, the women who had dared to drastically shorten the hemlines of their dresses. But if the doorkeepers didn't deny him entry after seeing his humble work clothes, which happened more often than not, he'd feel out of place and need to drown his discomfort in a series of watered-down drinks while the bands played raucously and the siren singers shimmied and wailed.

His impoverished look was more off-putting to the clientele than the color of his skin, which he found interesting. He knew he'd fit in better once he and Neil were established and he could splurge on a wardrobe that was suitable for New York nightlife. But it was sobering for him to realize that a black man wouldn't fare as well in a white club, proper dress or not.

Jim dozed off after fantasizing about playing in one of the Harlem bands and keeping company with a pair of bubbly brown-skinned flappers.

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#Iggy pop #au fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #1920s #Writing #My writing #Fanfics

[primeemeraldheiress]

Can you please recommend some recent good Jason fics? I'm kinda still falling in the fandom, but already finished all the most recommended stuff like Not so outlaw or Retrograde motion

I can give you a few recent bookmarks of mine and I’ll give you a few of my favorites. I assume you know what I write so I’m not gonna warn for the possible types of fics you’re gonna find here. 

Runneth Over and All That Jazz - thenafics

If it weren’t for his chest, Jason would be nearly impossible to recognize as an omega. He’s taller and more muscular than most omegas so with his deep voice, no one would ever guess. If it weren’t for his body’s absolute betrayal. Jason, like pretty much all adult omegas, produces milk. It’s meant to help reinforce pack bonds and keep pups adopted into a pack fed. That’s not the problem, that part of it is manageable with absorbent pads in shirts and semi-regular use of a breast pump. It sucks, but it’s not the problem. The problem is that Jason’s pack bonds are weak, so his body will let down and start producing milk on a hair trigger. He’s peak fertile age and tangentially part of a mostly alpha pack, but not bonded well enough to balance his hormones, so his body has decided to try and tempt his pack into bonds with milk.Is it working?-The finished version of my most asked after WIP from evil author day-

Rescue Night - strikeyourcolors

(AU) Jason is trying to make a food delivery when he stumbles across a hostage situation. The captors claim he’s Nightwing, the guy claims he’s just a stripper, and Jason just wants to go home. Unfortunately, it seems he’s going to have to launch a rescue operation. The night just keeps going downhill.

like falling apples - wajjs

If Gotham’s a force of nature, so much akin to gravity itself, then he is the very apple succumbing to its rules and desires.

Daddy Bats and Mother Hen - River9Noble

Jason Todd is back from the dead and pissed as all hell that Bruce hasn’t killed the Joker. Red Hood wants nothing more than to turn his back on the entire Batfamily - but instead, every time he turns around, they’re watching him. He just wants to be left alone… but that chicken noodle soup does taste delicious.

Keeping Secrets From Yourself - WithTheKeyIsKing

Looking back, the signs are all there. But they never noticed it about themselves.

They never noticed how Bruce did.

No Place In Heaven - DarcySkat

Martha and Thomas talk to Bruce about his son.

Bruce thinks it’s Damian.

Lightweight - taugex (I love this story)

Bruce returns to his office after back to back meetings to find his good brandy opened and his sidekick drunk.

Blanket, I rec anything by Skalidra, firefright, scandalsavage, WithTheKeyIsKing, daemoninwhite, WorkingChemistry, lurkinglurkerwholurks, and Ellegrine. I’m going to stop there because, frankly, there are a lot of authors I’d blanket rec. 

Requiem - scandalsavage

He blinks as his brain takes it’s sweet fucking time processing what his eyes are seeing.

“So you’re me, huh?” the kid says, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes like he can’t sit still for three god damn seconds.

“That’s pretty cool. You’re huge.”

Jason hates him. He hates those stupid fucking curls. He hates that stupid bubbly energy. He hates that fucking earnestness, that eagerness to please. He hates that goddamn costume.

He hates the way the kid clings to Bruce’s shadow.

He despises that hand Bruce has on his shoulder.

The poisoned apple (far from the tree) - inanhourofdreaming

“I mean, your first mother wasn’t…fuck, how do I say this?” Tim pauses to breathe. “You’ve never met your mother, Jason. Her name was Ophelia Frump.”

Where Jason has blood family after all, but they’re a little, well…weird.

The legends and the myths - Syngaly

Jason Todd is the best liar Bruce’s ever met.

Jason Todd is the worst liar Bruce’s ever met.

It’s a problem.

Unspoken Rule - YukinaZero

In an alternate universe where Jason Todd finishes his training with the League of Assassins and simply returns home, Damian asks him why he has never confronted Bruce on the matters surrounding his death.

Or: Jason and Daimion have a heart to heart, and I fail miserably in an attempt to write angst.

You’re Alone ‘til You’re Not Alone - WorkingChemistry

Dick has moved to Bludhaven to get away from Bruce and is doing his best to establish himself as Nightwing. It’s going well, but it would probably go better if he didn’t come running every time Bruce calls.

This time Bruce needs him on babysitting duty, and it’s not just for Gotham. Bruce has League work, Jason can’t leave the state, and Alfred’s on vacation so that leaves Dick to pick up the slack once again. Jason isn’t pleased with the situation either, so there’s that… Dick’s just hoping he can bribe Jason into spending the weekend in the library so he won’t have to deal with the prickly boy.

Then they find evidence of a prostitution ring sending young children into forced heats and kidnapping them. Can they set aside their issues, or is Roy going to be stuck playing referee the whole time?

Familiar Faces - firefright, Skalidra

A mission to save a group of slaves from auction goes swiftly wrong when Jason, a former slave himself, runs into a familiar face while undercover at the party preceding it. And unfortunately for both him and his partner in crime, Dick, Slade has no intention of letting his property go again.

Want - Take - Have - daemoninwhite

Dick presents as an alpha and eventually leaves. When Bruce takes in Jason, he decides to do everything in his power to stop history from repeating. (Bruce will never be alone again.)

Mutually Beneficial - scandalsavage

Jason knows who Slade Wilson is and that he should stay away from him.

He knows the man is a vicious competitor of his father’s with a business ethic firmly in the dark gray to black side of the spectrum.

He also knows that his older brother drank too much one night, while he was in college, and fell for Wilson’s sweet talk, whatever that could possibly sound like, and that the older man still, years later, finds ways suggestively drop Dick’s name into conversations with their father.

So when he sees the man’s signature white hair and eye patch approaching his position at the bar, Jason makes a real attempt to avoid him.

Take Your Finger Off The Trigger - Skalidra

Jason Todd was Talon, the enforcer and right hand of Owlman, right up until he was killed. But then, when he comes back to life and his killer is still running free, with no sign of mourning by the two people who always claimed he was theirs, his agenda changes. He becomes Red Hood, a mercenary bent on taking down any and all operations run by the Owls. Finally, one of his jobs lands him back in Gotham, and he comes face to face with his two former allies.

Happy Reading.

#Emerald Ask #Fic Recs #Rec #Fic Rec #Rec List #Anon

[beanmaster-pika]

I ended up getting encouraged to talk about my aus so thank you all for enabling my self-indulgence

Swan Prince AU

This one’s the first one? And it’s more of a royalty AU, actually. Licht vacations in the Servamp kingdom every summer but one day he gets cursed by an evil magician (Touma) to turn into a swan. Hyde, who’s the same age as him and therefore his designated playmate when they were kids, recognizes it’s him and freaks out because if the Jekylland kingdom finds out they let this happen then there could be a war and no one wants that thank you very much.

I’m actually more interested in worldbuilding than the plot so :/ For reasons I have not thought up, there’s the ‘older bunch’ of Servamps (Kuro to Freya) and the ‘younger bunch’ (Hyde to Lily) and there’s like a ten-year age gap between the olders and the youngers, and then there’s Tsubaki, who’s twelve and illegitimate. Kuro inherited the throne at 17 when their dad disappeared and by the time Tsubaki’s mother showed up a couple years after with a baby that had the last king’s eyes, the kingdom had stagnated. However, a baker named Mahiru starts showing up at the castle to petition the king, and he appears so frequently and his words are so sensible (”He’s got to have studied statecraft,” Hugh declared. “There’s no way he hasn’t.”) that Kuro’s siblings up and offer him a job as the king’s advisor. After many arguments and finally a heart-to-heart where Mahiru learns that the last king once allowed Kuro to make a decision that almost led the whole country to war, they start to work towards understanding each other and cooperating and it’s tough, but by the time the present story rolls around the kingdom is flourishing. 

The older bunch all hold a place in court; Hugh is a minister of internal affairs, and he, Kuro, and Mahiru are at the heart of the kingdom’s laws; Jeje is the most knowledgeable about magic, especially curses, and works as both a consultant and investigator, though he’s sent to the Alicein kingdom along with Lily (16 at the time of the story, two years younger than Hyde) to serve as ambassadors and tutors to the king’s sons; and Freya’s the head of the army and the most terrifying person in the kingdom. The people love her. There’s a more even distribution of power than there was before Kuro inherited the throne - Mahiru’s influence and Kuro’s reluctance to be in charge of literally everything see to that - and provincial courts have juries put in place so that people are no longer solely at the mercy of sometimes corrupt judges.

On a different note, Hyde starts out as a sweet kid, but when his friend-and-maybe-crush Princess Ophelia two kingdoms over dies when he’s sixteen he goes wild in his grief and takes up with a group of bandits and starts hurting people. When confronted by his siblings, he declares that if the world is so cruel as to take Ophelia’s life, then his actions are just a drop in the bucket. Now, this is very much wrong and a problem, so Kuro manages to seal him temporarily into hedgehog form for a month (EDIT: yes he can normally transform into a hedgehog, no Licht doesn’t know at first, yes animal transformation is a common ability in their kingdom, and no the sealing is not a common or easy practice. It’s legitimate grounds for Kuro to self-prescribe absolute bed rest in order to recover from the drain on his energy, and he’s stronger than normal mages and had assistance to boot; a month is the very limit he can achieve with that) saying that if he’s lost his grasp on his humanity, then perhaps he’ll find it again in an inhuman form, and then they drop him off at the summer villa reserved for Prince Licht with Guildenstern as a caretaker. Now, unbeknownst to everyone, Licht arrived for vacation even though it’s midwinter, and he is absolutely taken with the hedgehog that’s wandering through the villa (”Oh Shit,” Guildenstern said. Hyde agreed. This was very much an Oh Shit situation.). It turns out that while he hadn’t known Princess Ophelia personally, he’d had mad respect for her for stepping up to enact a change in her kingdom’s politics even though it had ended in her assassination. He and Hyde end up having furious arguments over ideology (Licht still doesn’t know that Hyde’s there, and he doesn’t connect the voice with the hedgehog) and in the end, he helps Hyde regain his humanity - to be human is to desire, to desire is to dream, and to dream is to push your imagination past its very limits and work for it. That ends up breaking the seal prematurely, much to everyone but Licht’s relief. Licht’s pissed that the hedgehog turned out to be Hyde. And when Licht is cursed to be a swan, well, Hyde’s worried about it affecting relations with the Jekylland kingdom, yeah, but he also wants to do for Licht what Licht did for him: make him human again.

ANYWAY HERE’S THE DOODLES

Teacher AU

Because now they’re teachers.

This one has basically nothing in it yet aside from it being fun to consider what subjects they’d teach (Mahiru’s home ec; Kuro’s phys ed; Hugh’s history; Jeje’s art; Freya’s a counselor; Hyde’s literature; World End’s either a history or foreign language teacher; Lily’s a student teacher; Licht’s a piano instructor now; Otogiri’s the school’s doctor) and what everyone else would be (Tsurugi and squad are bodyguards; Iduna’s an engineer; Tsuyuki’s with the government; Sham’s with the government; Higan’s a wandering artist; Sakuya’s a psychologist; Ryuusei and Koyuki haven’t factored in at all oops; everyone else either has their canon profession or they’re college or high school students). One of the tidbits I actually spared thought to is that Kuro took a couple gap years and ended up in the same freshman Psych 101 class as Sakuya (who at present shares an apartment with Mahiru) and they somehow bonded and even after the class ended they became texting buddies (usually of memes) and hung out from time to time, but then Mahiru (after getting fired from his first school for some sort of reckless behavior) gets hired to the school all the Servamps are gathered at and starts out pretty argumentative with Kuro but eventually they gain a mutual understanding and maybe the beginnings of a relationship and Sakuya puts two and two together from conversations with Mahiru and texting with Kuro that the man he’s in love with might be in love with his texting buddy and he doesn’t know how to deal with that and so stops texting Kuro, and Kuro finds out about it from talking to Mahiru and then this happens

Kuro, throwing a chicken nugget at Sakuya’s window: why are u ghosting me Sakuya, opening the window: can u throw another

And they talk and all is well again. A poly ending is absolutely in the stars because Mahiru loves them both and they agree to it.

Also the other thing is this

Pokemon AU

This is the one I like the most right now! I actually have a couple of chapters written for it that I haven’t posted yet but basically the whole Servamp thing remains, but the pokemon that they transform into actually have their own personalities - rather than a transformation, it’s a shared body thing, and the human form is a manifestation of the vampire (formerly human) soul. I haven’t ironed out all the details of why this is happening, but I like the idea of them never being alone, though I haven’t figured out quite how this will change them. Hyde’s gonna be fun and also painful to figure out.

Fate AU

LET’S GET THIS HOLY GRAIL BREAD

Mahiru’s uncle was going to take part in the holy grail war but Mahiru accidentally summoned instead and what he summoned was Kuro, a Lancer. Add to that that Sakuya is still his best friend, was meant to be a pawn of Touma’s but ended up being Master-napped by the Saber he summoned (Tsubaki), and Tsubaki wants vengeance on Kuro, and we’ve got another round of heartbreaks on our hands because Fate is nothing but heartbreaks. The Alicein brothers are also there, summoning the same Servants (Caster and Archer) that their grandfather and Mikuni’s mom summoned, and they know that the Grail is tainted so they’re out to destroy it. Their backstory is a little tweaked with Mikuni just stealing his mom’s command seals to protect Misono instead of killing her, and he grabs Misono and absconds to the Church where they stay until Mikage ensures that Mikuni’s mom can never hurt Misono again after the War. Misono goes home, but Mikuni goes to study at the Clock Tower and comes back just in time for the next war. (There’s more under the pictures)

Tetsu summons Rider, but his sisters are the masterminds of the operation; they’re doing their best to restore their family in an age of declining mana, and Tetsu’s got the best Magic Circuits among them so he’s tasked with summoning, but they’re operating under the strict principle that if any of their lives are endangered, especially Tetsu’s, then they halt the project immediately and seek refuge with the Church. Hugh’s hyped about the whole ‘restoring the family’s magic’ thing.

Licht, on the other hand, comes from a family that’s at the very height of their magical power. He doesn’t believe in an omnipotent wish granter because he feels that it’s cheating, but to win the Grail is the goal of every mage out there so he’s in it for the glory. For a summoning catalyst he uses a bracelet that was supposed to belong to a martyr princess of old (”She gave her life for her goals,” Licht said in awe. “Yep, it’s very impressive. Please do not do the same,” Licht’s mother said.), but it turned out to belong to the other person connected to her legend, a man who was terrible and cruel, uncaring of others after he was driven mad in grief, and so Licht summons a demon of an assassin and Crantz (regular human) is left babysitting these goons while Licht’s parents hold down the fort in Austria.

Now, the Berserker team. I just want you all to know that the ones I was most excited about is the Berserker team. Tsurugi carried out the summoning here, Touma’s other pawn, and he added a madness enhancement, changing Freya’s class from Shielder to Berserker. Tsurugi, unlike Sakuya, is a highly trained operative and adult and one of the Church’s Executors, and he’s also completely under Touma’s thumb so he’s an ideal proxy even though Touma couldn’t snatch Sakuya’s command seals like he intended to. Unfortunately, Freya’s madness has just released her inhibitions and she’s this fucking close to pulling a Tsubaki and Master-napping Tsurugi. She does her best - in her limited capacity - to get Tsurugi away from Touma and it all culminates in Touma deciding she’s too much of a loose cannon and trying to take Tsurugi’s command seals away, but the seals instead go to Iduna somehow (haven’t figured that out yet) and Iduna and Freya spirit Tsurugi away to help him recover. Shortly after Iduna develops a magic item that’ll dampen the effect of the madness enhancement, more or less reverting Freya to her original class.

Now, this Grail War is an absolute clusterfuck by this point, mostly because all the summoned Servants are siblings, so a Ruler comes in - drum roll please - World End! Because who better to solve a sibling squabble than another sibling, even if he is the third youngest. This is mostly because I want World End to be included in stuff. World End’s in my Pokemon AU. I failed to elaborate on that but since that’s the AU I’m actually writing it’s all good. Anyway they’re all gathered in a sort of war council at a family restaurant to work out their intense family issues and then World barges in ‘WHAT’S UP THIS IS A PRETTY AWKWARD REUNION.’

This actually might be one of my favorites on account of being able to have them all be different physical ages but keeping their age hierarchy since Heroic Spirits can be summoned at whichever point of their lives was significant, and also this means that I can just make up lore for them. In ten, twenty years I’m probably going to look back on this and groan but for now I’m going to have fun with it.

For Kuro, he took down an entire army on his own at age eighteen and then retreated from the world. Hugh stopped a war when he was small (this threat of war surfaced again when he was older; this was when Kuro took down a whole army). Jeje became a famous outlaw. Freya overthrew a government in order to protect her soldiers. Hyde served a princess, but she gave her life for peace, and shortly afterwards his older brother killed their father; Hyde turned cold and cruel after that. World End inherited his sister’s kingdom after she died in battle and stood strong against threats from other kingdoms, displaying sharp wisdom despite his brash personality. Snow Lily used his illusions to carry out a large scale rescue operation on a child trafficking ring. And Tsubaki? Tsubaki was but a man who inherited a sword from his father, then vanished into the night when that same father was killed. He could have - should have - been summoned as an avenger, but for the sake of story convenience and keeping the war to the traditional seven classes, I chose saber for him.

#this took me All Day #pika's post #servamp #servamp au #im. not gonna tag everybody no #ah but gotta tag the ships just in case someone has em blocked #kuromahi #lawlicht #kuromahisaku #?

[guylty]

My week in retrospect ended with a lovely fan-high: Not only was there a nice selfie of Richard with Richard (III), but yesterday I also welcomed my lovely friend and fellow fan Helen. She came laden with gifts – lots of bits and pieces for my crafty endeavours, as well as a beautiful piece of her jewellery (not the little heart decoration in the pic below).

She stayed overnight with me before heading off to a week-long creative holiday in the West of Ireland. We had a great time yesterday and this morning, although most of our evening last night was taken up by the theatre. We had tickets for the opening night of Hamlet in Dublin’s Gate Theatre, starring Ruth Negga as Hamlet, directed by… Yael Farber. Farber was in attendance last night – presumably she is still rehearsing with the cast – and just before the play started, I spotted her standing just a meter in front of us.

She made an announcement just before the start of the play and watched the performance from a seat in the audience about three rows in front of us. The play itself… well, let’s just say it was long. Three and a half hours of Shakespearean English took a lot of concentration. Not just from the audience but also from the cast. I had had high hopes for this production, not least because I thought it was an interesting move to cast Hamlet as a woman. Ruth Negga did an excellent job. However, it was never really clear to me *why* a woman was cast as a man in this play. With a woman playing the lead role, I had somehow expected Hamlet to be a woman. But that was not the case. The character was still a young man – and I didn’t quite see the point of a female-played Hamlet, especially as the petite actor did not make any attempt at giving Hamlet any “masculine” mannerisms or gestures. Or maybe it was exactly meant as a comment on gender stereotyping, with my ignorance a case in point. If that is the case, it might have been useful to cross-cast a few other roles as well, just to make that point, though.

Anyway, the set was really interesting (consisting mainly of dark panelled doors that were opened and closed in order to create “rooms”) but the overwhelming darkness of the background and the lack of props made it even harder for me to focus and not drift off. There was plenty of obvious symbols in the play – except it was not really clear to me what they were supposed to mean. Again, possibly *my* ignorance. But how good and effective is a play if the audience doesn’t understand the points that are being made? The play had a few trademark Farber essentials, the continuous background drone of the soundscape included. Never-ending tinnitus, if you ask me – I really dislike it, much as I disliked it in TC. There was also the scent of incense in the Ophelia burial scene – and I was convinced I smelled some coffee at another point in the play, but maybe that was just the adjoining theatre bar getting ready for the interval *lol* and some sand being thrown around, which all seemed rather familiar from the other Farber productions I have seen. – Overall, I was not quite convinced by the production. Sure, it is a tragedy, hence the subdued colour scheme of the set and the costumes is explainable. Some other artistic interpretations/choices I could not get my head around. I liked that Farber often uses the auditorium as the stage and had the cast run through and speak from the middle of the room. She was extremely effective with the way she included the audience in TC when it was staged in the round and the lighting design occasionally lit the first row of the audience, thus making us part of the Salem community. In Hamlet, she placed the actors as spectators of the ‘play in the play’ in the middle of the auditorium. Again, a great way of making the audience part of the play. However, it meant that none of the audience could actually see the actors’ reactions to the play – which is a bit of a fail if you ask me. I have not seen any reviews of the play yet – and I am curious to see what the critics make of it. Also, the caveat remains that this was the first performance of the production, and knowing Farber’s MO, there will be plenty of changes in the days to come. Ruth Negga was fabulous and has to be commended for taking up the mantle, especially as she was suffering from laryngitis and had been advised to cancel her performance.

Anyway, sorry for that long excursion. Take it as a “tangentially related” post, as coined by Servetus.

And now for the light relief:

A proper Claude Becker buffet, courtesy of mezzmerizedbyrichard

Moodyhedgie paints Richard as Logan – pretty good! He would fill that role very well, I think

Riepu10 is delving into Sleepwalker to give us the dreamy doctor. Nice one!

I hadn’t seen drldeboer for a while but she is now back with her trademark screenshots, this time of Daniel Miller in the new BS trailer – great

Including this short text post by elizabitchdarcy not only for the funny user name, but especially for the tag

And mezzmerizedbyrichard again – obviously got into a bit of a Daniel Miller frenzy thanks to the new trailer. Here’s a set of really nice pics of Danny Boy

The extended fights scene from the Wolverine BTS, giffed by cxbledxxedpooll – that must have been one heck of an intense recording…

Check out splunge4me2art’s WIP portrait of Richard and then compare with the finished piece

Moodyhedgie again with Wolverine – I like this one better

Yeah, Claude is a douchebag, but he’s nice to look at. Here’s a gif set for the mole lovers among you. Giffed by kendaspntwd

I am right there with spocks-brain

A cutesie piece of fan art for all bagginshield lovers out there. By krappuy

Professor Bilbo LOL. But the “younger Thorin” is really cool. Fan art by nerdeeart

Interesting screen shot by h3110-7h3r3 – now we know what people are searching for…

This short modern!AU of Thorin might actually have legs. I mean, imagine him as a hunky ship captain. Yep, the launch of a thousand ships. Eh, dreams. Thank you, thorins-magnificent-ass

That’s it for this week. I am glad to say I have been able to finally migrate all my stuff from “Little Miss Bling” to “The Silver Fox”. Yes, indeed, I have got a new Macbook. Little Miss Bling is going back to my ex-bosses tomorrow, and after the first Macbook was a complete write-off fresh out of the box, a replacement machine was sent to me and finally put in operation yesterday. It’s a new machine, but a 2017 model, in “space silver” – hence the “silver fox”. It reminds me of my favourite silver fox, too. I might just have called the machine “Richard” but then I thought that maybe that mightn’t have gone down too well with Mr Guylty…

Hope you’ll have a nice weekend,

Guylty ❤️

2018 Armitage Weekly Round-up #25 My week in retrospect ended with a lovely fan-high: Not only was there a nice selfie of Richard with Richard (III), but yesterday I also welcomed my lovely friend and fellow fan Helen.

#Daniel Miller #Richard Armitage #Thorin Oakenshield

[closeknithearts-a-blog]

Some L.everage AU stuff (And new ic.ons!):

Katelynn: Mastermind.

An ex-cop who fell into hard depression after an incident left her without a job and nearly without a brother. However, with her leadership, people reading, and detective skills, she pulls the siblings together to help her right the wrongs and decide; with how many injustices there were, their operations didn’t need to end at personal revenge.

Lyle: Medical Expert/Co-Leader

An ex-doctor who almost lost his life due to corporate greed and coverups. He was unable to trust his workplace afterwards, and quit. Due to his injuries, he usually stays behind at base, guiding the rest of the team whenever Kate is unable to. 

Martha: Hacker Hitter

In order to expose and take down the well protected, you need a way to get in to their very systems. Alarms, computers, phones, Martha does it all. Not only that, but can supply her team with gadgets and the means to any illegal activity they need to do. Don’t be mistaken though, she’s harder of a hitter than Parker is

Nancy: Thief

Leave any item retrieval to the mischievous multilingual. she’ll be in and out before anyone even notices she’s there- usually. Her smaller figure and endless energy allow her to slip past and out run any security in her way. ..So what if she takes a few more souvenirs for the road?

Ophelia: Grifter

Being an ex-attorney, she knows exactly how to get people on her side, to believe what she wants them to believe. Her crave of justice far exceeds her need to follow the law after the law refused to do anything to help her family. She may be blind, but she’ll pull the wool over everyone’s eyes.

Parker: Hitter

Whenever something goes wrong, or you just need a strong hand, Parker is there in a flash. Having likely the most illegal experience under his belt prior to operations, he isn’t afraid to have to get dirty if he has to. He isn’t the hardest hitter of all the sibs, but he’ll get there the fastest.

#[ VXII ; We provide... Leverage ] #[ All together ; All Sibs ] #[ Now you Know ; About/Headcanons ]

[theartofbeinganerd]

Hi :) Are you still taking prompt ? I was hoping if you could make something post 4x19 about Aida finding out Jemma is pregnant while trying to kill them or something and then exchange Fitz against Jemma's and the baby's life without Jemma knowing it but then she find out she's pregnant too and realize why he's gone with Aida and go for him with the team to reunite their family ? Sorry if it's messy, I hope you get the idea haha Anyway I really love your writing

Hi!! Thanks for the prompt! :)

I ended up setting this more toward the end of 4x20, but it goes AU from there (and disregards the Superior and the government being after SHIELD plots of 4x21/4x22); hope that’s okay!

(Ao3)

-

Nearly finished overseeing the completion of Project:Looking Glass, AIDA strode through the base beneath the oil rig, quicklyscanning through a stack of folders containing information she’d missed whileplugged into the Framework. Most of it was irrelevant, but her attention wascaught by a single file.

Pausing, she tossed aside the useless folders, focusing herattention on the one that contained all of the data sent back from the LMDs she’ddispatched to SHIELD’s base. Though only the Daisy LMDs had made it out, she’dstill received updates from the others before they’d been destroyed, and asingle tidbit of information from Fitz’s LMD caught her eye.

AIDA read it over once more (though of course she didn’thave to; she had been programmed not to make mistakes), then arched hereyebrows.

“Interesting.”

-

“I think that I’m a bad person,” Fitz admitted, growing moreand more nauseated the longer he thought over the terrible things he’d done inthe Framework. He’d never questioned the morality of any of it; he’d simply tortured and killed people without a singlethought to their lives because to him they weren’t even human.

What kind of sick, twisted person did that? Who was he, really?

“No,” Coulson insisted, shaking his head, “no, you –” But,he cut himself off, his gaze trailing to something over Fitz’s shoulder.

Still struggling to breathe properly with his heart racing amile a minute in his chest, Fitz slowly turned to find whatever it was that hadCoulson looking as though he’d seen a ghost.

“Leopold,” AIDA greeted him through the wide, disbelievingsmile spread across her face.

His thoughts all a jumble, Fitz blinked, then asked, “Ophelia?”Because he’d noticed AIDA’s decapitated body nearby, he remembered finishingProject: Looking Glass, so that had to be…

“I am so happy to see you,” she said, then paused andmurmured to herself, “This is what happiness feels like.”

“She’s not a robot anymore,” Coulson stated, catching up towhat Fitz already knew had to be true. “AIDA bleeds just like us.”

Fitz barely heard the words though, his confusion over the lifehe’d lived in the Framework meshing with his life back in the real world, andthe spark of awe that his machine actually workedand created a human body from nothing moving him forward.

But, as he heard the sound of a gun cocking behind him andAIDA’s excited observation, “Finally, you can feel the real me,” Fitz snapped out of his momentarydaze, taking a half-step away from her.

As Coulson and May both called for him to move out of hershot, he hurriedly took another step, just out of AIDA’s reach.

She didn’t seem to appreciate his retreat, quickly growing upset,the desperation clear in her eyes, and Fitz held his breath – he knew what shewas capable of, after all. She lowered her voice to a hiss only he could hear,and told him in no uncertain terms, “If you want to save their lives, you’llcome with me, Leopold.”

Fitz’s eyes grew wide, and he shot a quick glance over hisshoulder at May and Coulson. “Please, don’t hurt them,” he pleaded, shaking hishead.

A smirk curled AIDA’s lips, and Fitz felt a trickle of coldfear down his spine. “I wasn’t talking about them; I was talking about yourprecious Jemma,” she spat Jemma’sname as though it was a curse, and Fitz had a flash of memory, of the last timehe’d seen Jemma – he could still feel the weight of the gun in his hand, couldstill picture the broken look on her face with tears rolling down her cheeks asthough it was burned into his brain, “and your unborn child.”

He was so caught off-guard by the addition, Fitz almost didn’tregister the words at first. After a handful of seconds, the time it took torun back over what she’d said, the words ‘unbornchild’ hit him like a punch to the stomach.

What?

She had to belying, had to be trying to sway him into going with her; she must have thought thatJemma might not be enough, so she’d made up a fake pregnancy to insure hiscooperation.

But, her gaze never wavered, she showed no visible sign ofdeceit, and he just knew, somehow, that it mustbe true.

And as the idea that somewhere, Jemma was carrying theirbaby sunk in, Fitz knew that even though he was a terrible person and he’d doneawful things and he didn’t think Jemma would ever even be able to look at himagain, he’d do anything to protecther and their…their baby.

So, Fitz gave a single nod and stepped forward once more. Triumphantly,AIDA grasped his arm as Coulson shouted, “No!” and they disappeared.

-

Alongside Daisy and Elena, Jemma burst through the door ofthe final room of the base hidden beneath the oil rig that Radcliffe’sinstructions had led them to. Immediately, Coulson and May looked up from wherethey’d been crouched on the concrete floor, Coulson helping May back to herfeet.

Hoping to have somehow just missed him, Jemma took anotherlook around, but all she could see was Mack’s unconscious body (which Elena hadinstantly gone to) and the decapitated body of AIDA (the sight of which leftJemma with a spark of satisfaction). A bit desperately, she asked, “Where’sFitz?”

May and Coulson exchanged a heavy glance, then he told hergently, “Simmons…AIDA just…she disappearedwith him.”

Jemma shook her head, automatically rejecting the very idea,because she couldn’t have just gotten him back only to lose him again beforeshe could return to his side. But, suddenly there was an even more horrifyingthought niggling at the back of her mind, and she inhaled a shaky breath as sheasked, “Did…did he want to go with her?”

There was a beat of silence, then May started lowly, “Simmons–”

But, Jemma cut her off before she could say a word, becauseno matter what either of them said, she wasn’t going to believe it until shesaw it with her own eyes. Fitz was herFitz in this world, and nothing could change that, especially not an obsessiverobot and her brainwashing alternate reality. “There has to be something thatwe don’t know; that has to be it.”

Neither of them looked completely convinced, but they bothstill nodded, clearly understanding that she wasn’t about to give up on Fitzwithout one hell of a fight.

-

Once they were safely back on the Zephyr with Mack carefullyplugged into the Framework, Jemma excused herself to the small lab on-board theplane. It wasn’t long before she found herself pacing, using the time and quietto try and figure everything out; it just wasn’t making sense.

What could’ve possibly gotten Fitz to willingly go with thekiller android that had taken him captive and forced him to become a twistedmonster against his will?

She may not have known the Doctor as she’d hoped she would,but she knew Fitz – her Fitz, the oneshe’d befriended at the age of sixteen, the one she’d grown up alongside, theone she’d spent the better part of thirteen years beside, the one she’d fallencompletely in love with. She knew hewouldn’t have chosen to go with the person responsible for this whole messunless he’d had to.

Perhaps Coulson had been mistaken; perhaps Fitz hadn’t had a choice.

Jemma paused in her pacing then, suddenly feeling a bitfaint. It wasn’t the first time this had happened since she’d come out of theFramework; she figured that it had to be from the lack of proper nutritionwhile plugged in, and the fading adrenaline that had kept her going sinceescaping the Playground.

Just as she caught herself on the lab table, Coulson stuckhis head into the room. “We’ve just landed, and I want full medical work-upsfor everyone who was in the Framework, no arguments.”

She swallowed back her protests, making a face as shesteadied herself before following him out of the lab and down the stairs toexit the Zephyr with the rest of the team.

They entered the Playground through the destroyed hangar,thankful to find that the rest of the base had been left mostly unscathed. Andafter a brief interlude where they were scanned by the suspicious agents remainingand found to not be LMDs (much to therelief of the other agents, who seemed to have been struggling to operatewithout their highest-ranking agents), they were brought to the lab.

Immediately, Jemma crossed over to her desk and began afacial recognition search for Fitz, even as a lab tech came over to take herblood, temperature, blood pressure, and other necessary medical tests. She hadto hope that, wherever AIDA had taken Fitz to, they were close enough to bespotted by a camera.

The sooner they rescued Fitz from that walking nightmare,the better.

She was still dutifully watching the search run when thetech returned to her side, holding a clipboard with her test results in hishands. “Well Dr. Simmons,” he said brightly, “you’re in perfect health.”However, then he grimaced and added, “Other than the knife wound and mildconcussion, of course.” When Jemma arched an eyebrow at him, he fidgeted withhis clipboard, then managed another smile as he told her, “The important thingis, you and your baby are safe and sound.”

Just as Jemma demanded, “My what?”, the computer beeped behind her to show that the facialrecognition search had finished running.

Negative.

-

Positive.

Again.

Positive.

Again.

Positive.

No matter how many times Jemma ran the blood test, she kept receivingthe same result – she was pregnant.

She felt as though she must be on the verge of a panicattack just then, her breathing and heartbeat picking up speed at an alarmingrate as the truth settled into her brain. She’d spent the last week and a halffighting tooth and nail to get Fitz back, only to lose him to AIDA once more,and on top of all that, now she found out that she was expecting their child?

How in the world was she supposed to deal with all of that?

Just then, Daisy reentered the lab, leafing through a filefolder. Without looking up from it, she explained aloud, “This was taken fromAIDA’s lair under the sea.” She tapped the folder with her free hand. “We’rehoping there might be a clue in here as to where AIDA’s gone and what herendgame is.”

Jemma wanted to say something,to ask if she’d found anything promising, to offer her help; but her lungs wereseized with panic and fear and the overwhelming feeling that she was drowning.

When she noticed the lack of response, Daisy frowned andpeered up at her curiously. Her eyebrows rose in concern when she noticed Jemma’swild-eyed panic, and she quickly set down the folder before hurrying to herside. “Are you alright?”

The only words to make it past Jemma’s lips in response werea flat, “I’m pregnant.”

Daisy blinked, as though the words didn’t quite register.Then, she gasped out, “Are you serious?”

Jemma gave her a dry look, taking a breath and anothermoment to gather her thoughts before attempting to speak once more. “If themultiple blood tests I’ve run are to be believed, then yes, I’m quite serious.”

For a moment, Daisy gazed at her worriedly. Then, she askedsoftly, “Well what are you going to do now?”

She didn’t reply at first, mulling over the question and herreply, before she stepped around Daisy and picked up the folder she’d beengoing through. “The first thing I’m going to do is find Fitz,” she finallyanswered, beginning to flip through the pages and scanning each one carefully.

About halfway through, she happened upon one with her name printed across the top, and sheread through it quickly, pausing when she found the medical records Fitz’s LMDhad managed to work up on her, in preparation for her delivery and introductioninto the Framework.

It had included a blood sample – which, of course, revealedthe truth of her condition before even shehad known.

As the realization that AIDA had had access to this hitJemma, it all clicked, and she suddenly had a very good idea of how AIDA might’veconvinced Fitz to go with her without a fight.

-

“HYDRA had a way of tracking Gordon’s teleportation ability,”Jemma explained to the others once they were back on the Zephyr and in the air,“and we should be able to as well.” Turning to Coulson, she double-checked, “You’resure AIDA’s powers looked similar to Gordon’s?”

“I am,” Coulson answered confidently.

“And I remember Gordon coming through HYDRA’s doors in theFramework – and never leaving,” May admitted, the tight set of her jawrevealing just how much the memory of the atrocities she’d allowed to happenand aided in affected her.

Jemma nodded gratefully, turning to Daisy. “Alright, then webetter get to work on replicating their tracking system.”

Thankfully, it only took them a short amount of time to finishit, but then they were left to wait until AIDA decided to use her powers –which could be never, Jemma couldn’t help but remind herself. AIDA mightsomehow know they had a way of tracking her, and she might decide to abstainfrom using her powers, secreting Fitz away somewhere that they would never befound.

Another hour passed without a hit, then another, and Jemmacould feel herself growing more anxious by the minute, her hands wringingtogether as she went back to her pacing. AIDA truly could’ve taken Fitz anywhere, and she couldn’t help but fearfor his mental state after everything he’d experienced in the Framework.

But more than that, she just wanted him there, with her and their…baby.She really, truly needed him now – and she wanted to believe that wherever hewas and whatever was going on in his head, he needed her too.

As a swell of overwhelming emotion began to wash over her,fear and sadness and grief and desperation combining to pull her under theirdepths and force tears to her eyes, Jemma heard a distinct beep from the computer.

Hurriedly, she turned to find that their program had pickedup an instance of teleportation.

Jemma released a shaky, relieved breath, her shouldersdrooping a bit as some of the tension left them. Unable to help herself, sheplaced a hand over her still-flat stomach and whispered, “We’re going to saveyour daddy,” before she dashed off to inform May of the new coordinates.

-

The coordinates of AIDA’s teleport had led them to a housethat was more mansion than anything else, one that May had recognized as MadameHydra’s from the Framework. Given that there hadn’t been any more hits on theirprogram, they knew that at the very least, AIDA had to be inside that house.

As the others prepared a surprise visit, Coulson told Jemmain no uncertain terms, “You’re staying on the Zephyr.” She opened her mouth toprotest, he was quick to remind her, “AIDA knows about the baby, and sheclearly isn’t above using it and you as leverage.”

Jemma certainly agreed with Coulson’s assessment, but shecouldn’t help but feel disappointed – she wanted to get to Fitz as soon as shepossibly could, and couldn’t bear to be so close but have to wait even longerstill.

However, their baby’s safety had to come before her desireto be with Fitz a few moments sooner. “Yes sir, I understand.”

As Coulson turned to exit the Zephyr down the ramp, hepaused and half-turned back to add, “And even if that weren’t the case, I’dstill make the same call.”

She managed a small smile as she watched them all leave,then the ramp retract, until she was left alone (well, not totally alone, giventhat Mack and Elena were still upstairs, plugged into the Framework – she’dused the confusion to her advantage and entered it in an attempt to rescueMack).

Placing a protective hand over her stomach, Jemma began towhisper to the baby in an attempt to soothe her own growing anxiety. “Yourdaddy’s going to be just fine.” She rubbed a little circle over where the babywas growing inside of her, going on, “Our little family will be back togethersoon enough, I promise,” even though she knew she might not be able to keepthat promise, not when she didn’t know whatFitz was going to be like when she saw him next.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, the ramp loweredonce more, and the first one Jemma saw was Daisy. Her expression was hard forJemma to read, but as she walked past her, she informed her lowly, “AIDA gotaway.”

Jemma’s heart began to race in her chest, and she turnedslightly to call after Daisy, “What about –”

But, she cut herself off when she caught sight of him behindCoulson. Without giving it a single thought, she rushed forward, all-butcollapsing in his arms. He hesitated briefly, then returned the embrace, askinga bit roughly, “Are you okay? Is the…”

She nodded a bit desperately, continuing to cling to him asshe murmured against his shoulder, “I’m alright, and so is the baby.” The wordstill felt foreign on her tongue, but…in a goodway, a way she was willing to get used to. “You?”

Fitz released a shaky breath, pointedly ignoring herquestion about his state. “So…it’s true, then?”

Reluctantly, Jemma pulled back just enough to meet histerrified gaze, nodding. “I just found out,” she admitted. “I didn’t knowbefore…”

His wide, horrified eyes began to glaze with tears as hewhispered shakily, “Jemma…the way I hurt you is unforgivable enough, but for meto have done so while you were carrying our child–”

Jemma refused let him finish that thought. “None of that wasyour fault, Fitz.”

“But –”

“You had nocontrol over what you did in the Framework, and I don’t blame you for a singlething,” she insisted, infusing as much honesty and sincerity into her voice asshe possibly could, hoping it’d somehow get through to him.

He still didn’t seem quite ready to believe it, and she knewfrom personal experience the way guilt could weigh on a person, but he gave aslight nod to show he’d heard her, and it was enough for now.

Jemma found his hand with hers, pressing his open palm toher stomach as she told him softly, “We’ll figure everything out – no matterhow long it takes, I’m with you, Fitz. Right now, the important thing is thatwe’re together, and…our baby is safe.”

Fitz gave the faintest of smiles, nodding in agreement as hegently stroked his thumb over her stomach. It may take some time and tears andreminders that she knew wholeheartedly that he was a good person, but Jemma had a feeling that their little family wasgoing to be just fine.

#shayna writes #fsfic #fitzsimmons #prompts #season 4 au #pregnancy fic #4x20 #4x21 #castielsdwinchester

[theclaravoyant]

Simmorse Body Guard-Celebrity AU

AN ~ IT BEGINS. This turned into a 6-parter! Hope you like it! I should be updating approx every 48 hours.

CW: references to animal cruelty (the subject, no actual occurrences)

Read on AO3

Sparks - Ch. 1

Outside a storefront in LA, a sizeable crowd had gathered. Not one of sport-stadium proportions, but certainly respectable, and slowly growing as passers-by and new arrivals joined the throng. Some were drawn simply by the presence of the others; some by their curiosity about the film crew who had been setting up and milling about for some time now. Some, though, were there clutching favourite books and pens, beaming at each other, hardly able to believe that their author lived among them, walked among them, and was here, now, almost close enough to touch.

Jemma Anne Simmons did not look like the sort to be writing about gruesome crime and torture and intrigue. She almost looked like she was more prepared for the position of First Lady; always poised, clean and neat, a lover of pantsuits and blouses and brooches and otherwise never looking like she’d just pulled her hands out of a corpse. It was well known, though, that she had a PhD – and, some speculated, more than one - in forensic biology, and had worked as a Medical Examiner for a good part of her career. It made for intriguing if at times gruesome writing, and a personality juxtaposition that was in itself a curiosity. Jemma was the very antithesis of morbidity as she smiled to her fans and waved, a frenetic and happy wave. The crowd cheered and waved back. Critics liked to complain that she was cold and superior, amongst other things, but her fans knew better.

So did the reporter, Stephanie Garnett, who was herself a little awed to be out here today. It was hard to curse the fluff-news shtick when she got opportunities like this. She gestured for Jemma to prepare herself as the message from the station came through and the signal switched over to them.

“… Yes, that’s right Troy,” Stephanie introduced, “I’m here with the marvellous Doctor Jemma Simmons, who’s doing a reading of her next book, All the Madam’s Men for us here today. And now, Jemma, this reading’s for charity I understand?”

Stephanie glanced at Jemma, who smiled, well-accustomed, at her and then at the camera.

“Yes, Ms Garnett, that’s correct,” Jemma agreed, with charming showmanship. “As you can see behind me, we’re back at my good friend Daisy’s store Afterlife, where I launched The Singularity last year. She’s been through some renovations recently - how exciting! - as the store just keeps growing and growing. Daisy! There she is. Come up here, come on up here. Daisy Johnson everybody.”

Gesturing to the audience, Jemma – and Daisy – received raucous applause. As it died down, Daisy blushed a little.

“Ah, hi everyone,” she greeted. “I guess I’m not used to being on television. That’s why I was hiding in the back there.”

An amiable chuckle passed through the crowd, and Daisy smiled. Stephanie gestured for her to continue and, a little more confidently now, she obliged.

Jemma smiled to herself as Daisy spoke. The camera loved her, of course it did, and while Daisy didn’t exactly love it back, she would do anything for her mission. Jemma was just glad to give her the platform. As Daisy recited her origin story and the details of her store’s Winter Appeal, Jemma turned her own attention to the pile of Madam’s Men books beside her on the dais. They’d certainly picked a good cover image: the half-shadowed face of local model Agnes Radcliffe, her eyes and cheekbones cutting a fierce shape that demanded attention. Still, as usual, Jemma second-guessed herself. The Winter Appeal was primarily directed at supporting children. The passage she’d picked was probably not appropriate. Then again, being a writer of crime and espionage novels – and often fairly graphic ones at that - she doubted anything she wrote would appeal to that demographic. It was the parents, she reminded herself, that she was primarily after: the parents, and any other philanthropic adults, like herself and Daisy, who were interested in supporting the disadvantaged youth of their city… and who were also interested in steamy and dramatic spy novels.

“…But if you do have any children of your own, though,” Stephanie was saying, “it might be time to pause this video or tell them to play outside because –“

“Because that woman’s a murderer!” called a voice from the crowd. Or on the street? Daisy, Jemma and Stephanie glanced at each other in confusion. Blushing a little, Steph continued -

“Because next up, we’re hearing an exclusive first segment of Madam’s Men, straight from the horse’s mouth. Doctor, if you would –“

Jemma cleared her throat and picked up the book. She glanced back at the crowd, in case that voice interrupted again, but saw nothing out of the ordinary: just a little movement, but they were on a street-front after all. Feeling the weight of the pages in her hands, Jemma tried to think of the grit of the novel – a twisted romance, a race against time, a daring rescue and the power of true love – and when that became too abstract, conjured the more grounding and immediate thought of her own attraction to the model that she’d felt compelled to choose. Her Ophelia, right from the moment they’d met. Agnes was a lovely woman really, more into flowers and ballerinas than the stark ferocity of Ophelia, but the transformation from character to character had been just as inviting as each character itself.

Now feeling better grounded – and all the more satisfied for the moment of suspense she’d given her audience – Jemma opened her mouth and began to read.

“Skye didn’t know where she was.-“

“BOO!” shouted the voice. A crotchety woman’s voice. Jemma tightened her grip on the page. Was she having a nightmare? Had she fallen asleep in front of the Princess Bride again?

“BOO. That woman is a liar and a hypocrite and a murderer! Don’t fall for her goody-two-shoes appearance!! Don’t fall for her false charity!!”

“Ignore them,” Daisy suggested, in a whisper, at the same time one of Stephanie’s cameramen turned a camera to face the woman, who was still yelling, and now pushing her way through the crowd.

“The first- the first sensation,” Jemma read, pushing on, “was a rush of air, and water. Soap filled her eyes, and burned –“

“Just like you burned the eyes of those poor animals?”

“Excuse me?”

Jemma’s heart clenched. Her eyes snapped up from the page. The woman, the interrupter, was closer than she’d thought – now climbing up onto the small dais they’d set up as a stage. Bewildered fans glanced around at each other. Was this a stunt? What should they do? What could they do? A few of them started filming. Jemma staggered to her feet. Too late, she realised what this must be about.

“THIS is what your beloved Doctor supports behind your backs!” cried the heckler, raising an image to the crowd. A dismembered rabbit, if Jemma saw right. Immediately, there were gasps of horror. Parents passing across the street covering their children’s eyes. More people pulling out their phones, to post about it, or Google Jemma. Was she sure she was not living in a nightmare? She couldn’t move. Her vision spun.

“Shit.” Daisy muttered. “Jemma? I think we should go-“

Jemma couldn’t move. She couldn’t tell if Daisy was touching her or not. She was chilled through with fear, anxiety, and shame - and through the cracks was beginning to break a defensive fury.

“Her public face is a lie!” the woman continued to scream. “Her good face is a lie! It’s for business, not charity! She’s an animal abuser! And she built not one career on it, but two. SHAME Jemma Simmons. SHAME.”

“Ex- excuse me,” Jemma managed at last, clenching a fist by her side, “but I-“

“LOOK OUT!” Daisy cried, but Jemma barely had time to blink before it happened.

There was a flash of red.

Then black.

--

A flash of red, then black, as Bobbi Morse opened her eyes.

The tiny room from her dream stretched out into something nearly three times the size; a small apartment, for sure, but not a prison cell. She coughed the stench of mildew away. Her real room smelt like vanilla, which was a little cloying, but was so unheard of in her nightmares that it never failed to pull her back to reality. Bobbi breathed it deeply, until she felt herself steady. She had a window now, and a ceiling fan, and that whirring sound was just the refrigerator.

She breathed, and sighed, and dragged a hand through her hair.

(It needed a wash.)

She groaned. It was midday on a Tuesday and she was still in the dark – but at least this time it was of her own accord. Sort of. She had been sleeping, mostly because there wasn’t much else to do these days. She had no friends. She had no job. She had nothing to stimulate her mind or her passion, or to give her any real reason to get out of bed in the morning.

And she needed a real reason.

Because getting out of bed sucked.

Fortunately – or unfortunately, or somehow both at once – Bobbi’s hunger and other bodily functions were still in operation, and they occasionally gave her a kick in the pants. This was one of those times. Gritting her teeth, and hissing her breath, Bobbi dragged herself to sitting. Her knee roared with pain. She hadn’t stretched it properly in a few days, and it complained about this in no uncertain terms as she staggered to the bathroom to do her business. She staggered back into the kitchen, and made a cup of tea in yesterday’s cup. She looked around her apartment. A mess.

(Not that much of a mess. She was a soldier. She lived Spartan so she didn’t own enough things to make a proper mess. She could certainly afford to take out the garbage though. And her hair really did need a wash.)

With a grunt, Bobbi sat down at the little table in the kitchen. It still had wrappers on it from dinner with Hunter the night before. Kebabs. She smiled – a little fondly, a little in pain – as she flicked the wrappers into the bin. Both trained servicemen and practiced liars with egos and stubbornness to spare, she and Hunter had a complicated history, but he would never let her rot alone. This, she loved and hated him for. Usually somehow in equal parts.

Bobbi’s phone went off then, and she rolled her eyes. Speak of the devil.

STRETCH.  

STRETCH.

STRETCH.

ARE YOU STRETCHING?

“Screw you, Hunter,” she muttered, and started to type as much when the little typing dots appeared once again on her own screen.

Also, buy vegetables, the next message said.

And razors.  

And something to make your eyes pop.

Bobbi scoffed. “Asshole.”

Then another message came through. A link, with a brief annotation:

May have just got you a job interview.

#simmorse #aosfic #aosfemslash #jemma simmons #bobbi morse #prompt me stuff #happy pride! #clara's fic tag #long post #Anonymous

[purgatoryandme]

for MoV, how do Rhodey and Tony setup in Italy?

I’ll be totally candid with you, I’m kinda drunk right now but I always post these things at either 4am EST or with too much beer in my system, so I’m gonna give this a whirl. Also word to the wise - do not drink with your professors. They will drink you under the table each and every time and take photos of you crying when people at karaoke try to do Kanye raps. 

Also man I love Merchants of Venice so much at this point? It was an AU of an AU but I’m actually like…willing to sell my soul to see someone write it. Gotta find my own Ophelia I guess.

It doesn’t take Rhodey long to make up his mind. He runs mission after mission with the Howlies, waiting, watching. Tony doesn’t belong with them. 

He doesn’t belong to this war (to this time). 

Captain America still wants him to fight, but as far as Rhodey’s concerned Tony has already changed the tide. His technology, the cult that dogged his steps, the reputation he’d built them all on the battlefield  should be enough for two super soldiers to win a war. It would be enough for Rhodey to.

Maybe Rogers didn’t want them to have to go down in the plane again, but hey, for king and country and all that jazz. This wasn’t Rhodey’s time. It wasn’t Tony’s. They wouldn’t die for it. 

Rhodey’s had his fill of legacy and legends. Nothing here was worth dying for, not when he could finally live instead. 

He goes to Tony in the night. The Howlies (well…Barnes, really) don’t let them sleep together, but Rhodey is still a child here. He can slip by them all with ease. Barnes is difficult, wrapped around Tony the way he is, though Rhodey still manages to ease him off. 

He’d drugged his beer earlier. Just enough to slip him into a natural sleep - he knew better than to hope anything would hold out longer on a super soldier. The Merchant’s Girls were always willing to give him a hand.

Tony is waiting for him. Has already read his intentions, either through their Extremis connection or just through being TONY, and is ready to go. He’s suped up a motorcycle (one that can fit Rhodey’s newly shorted legs) and stolen some cash. 

Rhodey thinks he feels Rogers’ eyes on his back as they go. Some strategist - he should’ve known this was going to happen the second Rhodey found Tony, half-crazed and lonely, on a battlefield again. 

“Let’s go back to Italy.”

He calls out, straining to be heard over the wind,

“Let’s find your family. Make a trip of it - get some good food, wine, see the sights.”

It’s so faux-casual that this new Tony, grim and young and far too old, actually laughs. It’s bitter, cold, but real. He hasn’t tried to deceive Rhodey once since they met on this side of the timeline. 

“You wanna be the Godfather?”

Tony jokes, however it isn’t a joke. They both know how dangerous Italy is right now. What a terrible choice it is - they’ll be easy to find. Rhodey’s a black kid and Tony’s a teenager who practically screams “eerie bullshit”, so there’s no way they’ll be ignored. 

There���s no easier way to be forgotten than in the underworld, though. Maria’s family already belongs there. They live in the shadows - they’ll be glad to have a little more darkness to shield themselves in.

The two of them stay in abandoned houses for months. Rhodey steals scraps from the fascists, steel and copper and bent wires, so Tony can fashion a serviceable stun gun. Then Rhodey steals bigger weapons so Tony can fashion all kinds of nasty contraptions (a car careened off the road yesterday? A shame, a damn shame. They say the brakes melted right off…). There’s a power shift and, as is natural with such a shift, somebody finds them. 

Everybody in WWII knows the Merchant. They know his mark. They know Tony…and now, they know Rhodey. 

A house is purchased as a gift. It’s an excellent base of operations for more legitimate business. Aeronautics is the name of Rhodey’s game - he makes a couple of friends. Bright young minds from the gutters who know better than to assume he’s a god or a demon. They run the streets for him, find him some Carbonells, and then he sends Tony to do the talking. 

For all that this new Tony, this young angry Tony, is ferocious, he’s also scared. Delicate in a way that the Tony Rhodey had grown up with would never confess to being. He’s frightened that his family won’t want him. 

They do, though. Like calls to like, and the Carbonell mob is LIKE. Sharp as tacks, pissed with the current political system, and willing to die to eliminate it. 

They help the Carbonells do it. The fascist government falls just as Barnes and Rogers’ plane does. 

The war is over, but the Carbonell Family Merchants? They’re just beginning. 

#merchants of venice #my tags are a big ol' mess now but like #stark differences

[multi-muse-transect]

Bad Moon Rising part 2

AU: A month later after the events of the uprising, Mira Wren Bridger sort of but not really embraces her destiny but not with the help of her team..... Little does she know, there’s a surprise waiting for her where she goes. Mira belongs to @meldy-arts and thank you to @hotsam1 who inspired me to write the Mira AU’s. You two are the best!

Mira Wren Bridger sits in front of grand admiral Thrawn or at least, director Thrawn in his office. Aqualae-the Rescue and Intelligence division’s homeworld-Is repairing itself after the sudden uprising of the Partisans whom were assisted by the crew of the Ghost to enter the planet. Mala Karn was eliminated after he blew himself up and almost killed Ophelia Saxon. But this meeting isn’t about that. It’s about Mira’s true upbringing or at least, her family. Thrawn and Mira never had any conflict though there was minor insubordination incident but nothing serious as she looked up to Thrawn greatly. 

“Tell me Mira, your family.....Has anything changed after the incident?” Thrawn asks Mira while resting his chin on the back of his hands. Mira squints her eyes then sighs knowing she trusts Thrawn. 

“Sir, the only thing that has changed is the fact I found out my parents are terrorists and murderers, that is all. They mean nothing to me I assure you.” Mira replied. 

“Are you really sure about that? I’ve been hearing reports of insubordination and borderline hostile behavior from stormtroopers and other agents.” Thrawn countered on Thrawn’s words. 

“I’ve been on edge lately alright? Last night’s events which caught us off guard. I lost friends there last night need I remind you sir.” Mira explained.

“Do you feel like you have any unfinished business?” Thrawn asks again. Mira’s eyes widen wondering how did Thrawn see through her.

“....I I think I do. I feel....This call. Like both sides are calling to me. The dark side and the light....I...I think I’m force sensitive.” Mira answered hoping Thrawn isn’t going to call the Knights of Ren on her. Thrawn has an unsurprising look on his face.

“The notion of the light side and the dark calling to you is a sign that your force abilities have been awakened. Usually they awaken once one comes to a realization of some sort...” Thrawn replied.

“So all I have to do is choose......Sir, what happens now?” Mira asks hoping she isn’t put into the Knights of Ren. She finds them creepy except for Kylo who she would get along with easily. 

“I’ll inform the supreme leader about this. As of now, you must deal with your....Familial relations.” Thrawn explained before Mira gets up and nods.

“You and the First Order gave me everything.....I assure you, I’ll never betray you sir.” Mira assured.

“Your loyalty is most noted among us.” Thrawn replied before Mira walks away wondering what to do with her force powers. 

Mira walks in the halls of the base after her meeting with Thrawn. The memory still haunts her now, how her mother and father reacted. How they....They still wanted her back. She still sees herself as a little monster....She wants to prove herself. Spite begins to build up in herself....Mira sighs and walks into the hanger as agents and troopers are doing drills. 

She goes to her team who are hanging out near the gunship minding there own business. Mira builds up some courage knowing what she is about to say....Kallus Jr looks at Mira.

“How was the meeting with the director?” Kallus asks her. They group on her with worried looks in there faces....

“...Guys....He said I was good. But....What happened....This is my own journey. I need to know how to know more about me than all of you. I know we’re a team and we stick together.....But....I must seclude myself to find out who I am.” Mira explained.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Blackjack interrupted causing Mira to turn to the Mirialan who deactivates her helmet. 

“Don’t you dare say that! We can’t just leave you! These guys are hard to the core rebels, like the OG ones from the early years before Luke Skywalker. They can eat you for breakfast. So sorry, we can’t just let you go alone at this.” She said. 

“Veli, if you go after the spectres then they’ll go after you too. What makes them scary is that they act like us, they fight like us and think like us.” Mira countered.

“Well since they do, it’ll be a fair fight then. I heard all Mandolorians want a fair and challenging fight.” Zuke added before slamming his fist against the palm of his hand. 

“We are a ragtag team of professionals, strategists, pilots, and soldiers. Your quote on quote-family-are a bunch of rebels who took advantage of the weakness in the Empire. We can take them on.” Kallus assured. Mira hangs her eyes in doubt.

“Mira, you are one of the founding members of fireteam sprectre. Our little group. We always support our own. That’s what makes us agents different from the stormtroopers.” Lena adds as Mira sighs.

“Fine.....I just need to know where to find a lightsaber.” Mira explained.

“Oh that’s easy! You could just find one in the market-”

“A working one Zuke.” The Mandolorian corrected the demolitions expert.

“Oh....Well then. Why can’t your dark saber suffice? It glows and cuts things with ease.” Zuke asks since she saw Mira in action with the thing.

“Perhaps though I feel since I am a force user, I should have a lightsaber. I asked Kylo Ren to train me with the thing. That and I feel we should gather some intel on them....” Mira replied as Kallus nodded. Mira was always the smart one in the group and has almost Thrawn-like intellect. Little do they know, Ophelia Saxon is hearing there conversation causing her to lean.

“You wish to find a working lightsaber? I know where....But I think we’ll run into your old family.” Ophelia explained getting the team’s attention. 

“Ophie? Why help in this?” Blackjack asks suspiciously. Ophelia is known to be a bit of a mother bear to all the agents. 

“I consider Mira family and she has been my friend also student back at basic.” She replied. The rest of her team join in. 

“We’ll assist you to where you’re going.” Saxon said.

“.....Saxon, what is this place?” Mira fearfully asks.

“Years ago, count Dooku assembled a bunch of padawans to his side and hid in Krownest. His padawans were said to have been killed by Jango Fett or clan Wren also left behind crates of lightsabers. Though legend tells that this area used to be an ancient Jedi battleground between the Ordu Espectu versus the other Jedi forces in the area.” Saxon explained to them. 

“Krownest......” Lena hangs her eyes in curiosity since she remembers the name from before then lifts them up back at her.

“That’s where clan Wren lives.....” She said upon realization as Ophelia nods.

“We’ll be expecting a firefight if we go down there.” Kallus added. 

“We’re coming down there cloaked and also it’s in the remote parts of the planet. They’ll never see us coming in or out.” Ophelia replied. The team looks at each other then looking back at her.

“But does the director know of this.....Operation?” Lena asks.

“Agents are given full autonomy if its a personal situation. We don’t need to inform the director since it is part of the code.” Ophelia said. Kallus crosses his arms.....

“It is settled then. We’ll be going to Krownest, find the place where there are lightsabers and then head back home.” He decided.

Sabine and Ezra look at the frozen lake. The events of last week still haunt them....That was her. There little girl who is now a member of the First Order. At first they thought she was a stormtrooper but this was unexpected. The notion that she is a rescue and intelligence agent makes things much more difficult. 

“From what I’ve heard from Poe.....The scary thing about them is that they care about there own. Unlike normal stormtroopers, they’d go back to save them. It makes you think that our situation isn’t so black and white.....” Ezra spoke.

“I know....Which makes me think if she wants to be with us or not after what we did.....” Sabine replied with a pang of hopelessness her voice.

“Sabine, I sensed conflict within her. I knew why she turned the gun on herself and it wasn’t out loyalty out of the First Order.” Ezra explained.

“Then what was it? Hatred and spite?”

“No. She’s scared....She’s scared that she would end up hurting others to whom she’s closest to. She believed to save them is to just die so they’ll all be safe.....” The Jedi answered. Sabine’s eyebrows raise then lower before sighing in sadness. She never wanted to see her little girl like that.

“Self sacrifice is from you I guess and the tenacity is from me. I guess she was noble enough to be chosen for them....They turned her inside out and now she thinks we’re the bad guys.” Sabine insisted. 

“Sabine, I looked into her mind. She’s hurting deep down inside. The First Order basically made her hurt herself and the only person in her life she loved she left just to protect her. We need to bring her back to us....To her.” Ezra suggested.

“Her? Well I’m not surprised, I did have girlfriends prior to having you. So who’s the lucky gal?” The countess asks before turning around with a small smile on her face knowing she inherited her charm.

“Her name is Rey. She was hiding in Lothal after Mira mustered enough credits for her to have a normal life there.” Ezra explained.

“She said she’s the most kindest and fair trooper. She was different from all of them and that’s what made her special.” He continued.

“She pleaded to us not to hurt her.....” Ezra sorrowfully adds.

“This is going to be difficult than we thought....We can’t just get Rey on our side to get her to join ours....” Sabine replied and hangs her eyes again. Ezra places his hands on hers.

“Then we’ll do this together. Our child needs us more than ever.” Ezra said before Sabine kisses him in the lips. Meanwhile, Kanan meditates in his room.....He senses something. Its her. Its Mira. His eyes open before he gets up then walks to the balcony where Ezra and Sabine are.

“She’s here.” Kanan informed.

The gunships decloak while arriving on Krownest which is the west side of the planet. The first gunship lands as the side door opens to reveal Kallus Jr, Zuke, Blackjack, and Mira while Convor stays. A second one lands to reveal Ophelia Saxon and her team, the Shadow Devils, a name based off of the Shadow Collective which her father used to work for under Maul. 

Mira looks at the place. Turns out the ancient battleground theory is slightly right. There are skeletal corpses of dead Jedi’s with lightsabers on the ground. She aims her rifle left and right before giving the sign the coast is clear. They begin to follow her as she leads the way. Blackjack whistles at the sight of the dead bodies of Jedi’s...Most of them have lightsaber slashes on there chest and some stab marks on them. 

“Well this is a fantastic sight....” Ophelia muttered. Mira kneels on the ground and picks up a lightsaber. She presses the button causing it to activate as the blade ignites causing her to smile but it begins to overheat in the process so she turns it off. Mira removes the cap revealing the kyber crystal is cracked so she removes it and places it in her pocket. 

“Need to make one.....” Mira spoke to herself before picking up the empty handle. Meanwhile, a Shadow Devil agent alongside his team are busy scouting the area.....Only to hear a sound. They look up to see the ghost flying towards them alongside an escort.

“Oh shit....” An agent cursed then runs towards Ophelia. The Mandalorian turns to them. 

“Mame, they know we’re here.” He informed. Ophelia raises her eyebrows before turning to Kallus.

“We’ll be on the offensive line to hold them off.....If Sabine Wren is there, then it will be personal.” Ophelia informed knowing a Wren killed her father. 

The Shadow Devil’s set up charges on the trees so they can fall and deter the incoming threat. Ophelia leans and zooms in....Heading up towards them is Sabine, Ezra, Kanan, Zeb, Tristan, Fenn Rau, and many more Mandalorians with them. 

“Hey mam, can’t Jedi read our minds?” An agent asks while aiming his F11D blaster. Opehlia turns to him.

“Yes....It will only be a matter of time until they find out. We set up those charges for a reason you know.” Ophelia replied. The agent nods and returns to focusing on them.

“Alright ya’ll....This is probably the end but If I die-Which is a high chance cause they have Jedi’s-You tell Thrawn I did some awesome shit! Okay? Its been real.” Another agent commented. Ophelia rolls her eyes alongside her right hand man and also husband, Fordo.

“When has ever a man die under my command?” She asks.

“None but I think this is going to be the first time it happens.” He replied. Ophelia pulls out the detonator.....Kanan and Ezra stop for a moment sensing the team. An agent nods to Ophelia and presses the button of the detonator. Ezra’s eyes widen.

“Everyone, get to cover!” Ezra warned before the charges set off making a wall of explosions and knocking down trees causing them to roll and almost hit them but they take cover in the process. The squad gets out of cover and start firing at the group with Ophelia noticing Sabine who is peering out of cover. Unlike her father, Ophelia knows how to keep her temper and knows humility which is a trait her mother has as she calms down her father a lot. The Mandalorians peer out of cover and return fire while Ezra and Kanan head out cover and start blocking the shots. 

“Well shit, they know seresu!” Fordo cursed before tossing a grenade at them to whom Kanan uses the force to catch the grenade then throws it back at the squad. Fordo shoots the grenade causing it to explode. Ophelia notices a Mandalorian sneaking up on her husband from a tree so she aims her blaster at him and shoots him down saving him. Fordo lowers his blaster and nods before noticing another one sneaking up on her so he quickly shoots him. Ophelia turns around and looks at the dead trooper then looks back at Fordo and smiles underneath her helmet. Ezra and Kanan block the laser bolts while walking towards them slowly with a couple of Mandalorians with them.

“We are being overrun!” An agent yelled. 

“Fallback!” Ophelia commanded. 

“You heard her, fallback now!” Fordo ordered before a Mandalorian sneaks up on him causing him to turn around and shoot his rifle at his chest then noticing another one behind them and slams the rifle butt at his face which knocks him on the ground then shoots him. Another Mandalorian runs up to him but Fordo throws his rifle at his face then pulls out his pistol before shooting him in the face. He picks up another rifle and shoots another incoming Mandalorian in the face while firing his pistol at the same time and slowly walks backwards to rejoin her team.

A group of clan wren Mandalorians surround Ophelia causing her to stand down for a moment while her squad watches her. A soldier runs up to her causing her to flip him over then shoot him in the face before another one aims his rifle but she hits him in the face with the rifle then in the head thus knocking him out before shooting more of his comrades. Sabine then notices the agent and shoots her rifle off of he as Kanan and Ezra surround her.. Ophelia turns to her men.

“RUN!” She ordered.

“Ophie-” Fordo is pulled back by an agent as they run away. Ophelia takes her helmet off in humility and sign that she yields before kneeling on the ground. 

“Wren....” Ophelia growled.

“Ophelia Saxon.....” Sabine replied before a Mandalorian picks her up.

“What are you doing here?” Ezra asks.

“We believe there’s a Partisan base here, that’s all Mr. Bridger. Just trying to help and keep the peace like an agent always does.” Ophelia sternly replied.

“Then how come Mira came with you?” She suddenly falls silent while glaring at them.

Fireteam spectre regroups with the Shadow Devils as Kallus Jr notices that Ophelia is gone causing him to think the worst. They are desperately trying to contact Mira but she isn’t responding. The rest of clan Wren arrive and open fire as Zuke uses his blastmill to suppress them. A gunship almost hits the Mandalorians but they get out of the way as Convor gives them suppressing fire. 

“Thanks Tua!” Blackjack thanked the pilot.

“I won’t last long, I’m being chased by another bogie! Fuck, she’s making another run at me!” Convor replied before she flies off while being pursued by the ghost. Zeb goes behind cover and throws a concussion grenade at them which knocks them all down....

The only one standing is Blackjack and Kallus Jr. Blackjack pulls out her inquisitor lightsaber and blocks the shots from the soldier while Kallus picks up Zuke’s blastmill and starts firing. Zuke regains consciousness as the soldiers surround his teammates as Kallus is hit in the shoulder then knocks a soldier on the ground and shoots him in the face....A foot stands next to him and he hears the ignition of an orange lightsaber and dark saber. The Mandalorians turn around and see Mira armed with an orange crossguard lightsaber and dark saber. They aim there guns at her but she uses her rocket to speed towards them and cut on in half before swinging it towards another one’s head. 

Ezra, Sabine, Kanan, and many more of the Mandalorians arrive as they notice the dark saber on Mira’s hands. Among them is a captive Ophelia Saxon. The Shadow Devils alongside fireteam spectre aim there guns at the group. 

“Mira Wren Bridger.....” Sabine addressed.

“Don’t call me that traitor.” Mira hissed.

“But that is your real name. Stand down and we’ll let Ophelia go.” The countess bargained. 

“Don’t you dare!” Ophelia yelled.

“I’m sorry mother, but my loyalty stands with the First Order. Look at what you fought for, especially with the New Republic. You fought for weakness. If you hadn’t betrayed the empire, you would have been wearing this armor long before.” Mira replied.

“The only person who fought for weaknesses is you. Please come back to us Mira, these people aren’t your family. You’re a Wren and a Bridger, not an agent. We’re your family.....And family never leave each other in the dark.” Sabine pleaded. Silence falls on them....Mira looks at the dark saber and her lightsaber. The only time Mira felt attached to anyone was either Phasma or Rey....Now this group, this....Family or what she calls it, wants to take her in. Another group wants her in besides the First Order. She doesn’t trust the Resistance, but she doesn’t know if she can trust her family. Mira grits her teeth in reluctance.

“Ni cuy' nayc Wren ra Bridger. Bal Ni troch vaabir not ganar a aliit. Val ru'ash'amur a munit ca'nara ago. (I am no Wren or Bridger. And I certainly do not have a family. They died a long time ago.)” Mira answered. The words hit Sabine in the heart knowing her own daughter denied her....She can feel the sting her words, especially when its in Mando’a. But at the same time, she can see through Mira’s plan-To test if they really love her or see her as just another ally they can use. 

“I won’t fight you Mira and I know you won’t kill us.” Ezra stated as Mira’s eyes widen. Rage pents up inside her knowing her plan didn’t go well as expected. Mira roars and runs towards Ezra who gets out of the way as Mira quickly turns around before Ezra activates his lightsaber to block Mira.

“You’re scared!” Ezra yelled as Sabine tries to intervene but Kanan grabs her shoulder. Mira lets the blades go while swinging at Ezra who dodges left and right.

“Lies!” Mira replied before slamming the blades again at Ezra. Ezra deactivates his saber and gets out of the way causing Mira to fall on the ground before getting up. She tries to swing at Ezra’s foot but he leaps over her while she swings the dark saber but misses him. 

“Face it! You shun everyone out of your life! Anyone who shown love and affection to you! First Rey, now us! Will your team be next!?” Ezra asks before Mira deactivates her dark saber and pulls out her pistol then starts firing at Ezra. He uses the force to pull at her pistol which causes her to switch to the dark saber next. Mira swings both blades at Ezra to which he blocks. 

“That’s not true!” Mira replied as they vie for control. Kanan could see himself in Ezra’s place knowing he did that.

“Then what is it!? What are you so scared about!? I want the truth!” Ezra yelled at. Mira sighs and builds up her anger within her.

“The truth....IS THAT EVERYONE WHO GETS CLOSE TO ME IS ONE STEP AHEAD OF BEING IN DANGER!” Mira yelled. Ezra loosens his grip on his saber before letting go. Mira slams the saber as Ezra moves it to block her.

“MY GIRLFRIEND!” Another hit is made.

“MY GUARDIAN!” Ezra falls on the ground while blocking Mira before getting up and still block her.

“MY BROTHER IN ARMS!” She aims for her father’s foot again but he blocks them.

“NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM,I KNEW I WOULD  PUT THEM IN DANGER!” Mira makes a quick swing but Ezra blocks it again. 

“EVERYTHING I DID WAS TO PROTECT OTHERS! TO PROTECT THEM FROM ME!” The two circle each other.

“I KNEW I WAS A THREAT. SO I ACCEPTED MY FATE! I KNEW I WAS DESTINED TO BE ALONE!” Mira slams her saber against Ezra’s but she swings it to the left and then kicks him on the ground before raising her dual blades.

“AND NOW.....” She pauses for a moment.....

“Its happening again. I’m getting people hurt left and right...I’m better off alone. I’m better off forgotten.” Mira stops and looks down at Ezra. She deactivates her lightsaber before kneeling on the ground.

“I’m a weapon. A weapon destroys anything in its path....” She choked. Ezra gets up as Sabine joins him. Mira begins to sob.

“You’re trapped in a prison. One you made of your making....Its up to you to truly to protect others. The First Order isn’t the way.” Ezra said.

“The First Order helped me....They gave me a home.” Mira rises as Ophelia walks towards her team while no one is noticing as Fordo releases her cuffs.

“They raised me. Gave a life....I don’t know if I can just leave. Leave friends and family...For a one who I don’t know much about.” She goes back to her team. Blackjack realizes how conflicted Mira is.

“Mira....I think its best for you to join them. We’ll tell Thrawn-”

“No! Lets just get out of here....” Mira replied. Kallus hangs his eyes underneath his clone helmet before Convor comes back. Among the group that is with Ezra and Sabine, Dawn is among them watching. She knows how conflicted she is. The hatch opens as Convor comes out armed with a pistol.

“Stand down!....Its a draw.” Kallus ordered before Convor lowers her pistol. Fireteam spectre and the Shadow Devils head back to there respective ships. Mira is the last to enter.

“Hey.” Mira pauses causing her to turn around to see Dawn. The Mandalorian Imperial takes off her helmet. 

“If you’re thinking of coming back to us, just let us know. We’ll always be here.” Dawn hands a chip to Mira as she catches it. The gunships fly off as the crew of the ghost watch.

Kallus, Blackjack, Zuke, and Mira sit on the benches of the gunship. Mira looks at her helmet as the visor reflects off of her face. 

“So was your mission a success? Did you find what you were looking for?” Blackjack asks.

“No...No....Perhaps some other time.” Mira replied.

Mira sits on her bed before putting the chip into the data reader. A hologram pops up....Its a picture of her as a baby riding on Sabine’s back while Ezra stands next to them smiling. Beside Ezra is Kanan, Hera, Zeb, Kallus Jr’s father, Fenn Rau, and Dawn. She notices an icon underneath which stands for next so she presses it. Tears stream from Mira’s eyes upon seeing it making her remember good times when she was a trooper.

Its a picture of Rey and her. Its a selfie she took with Rey after using a droid camera. Mira wipes her tears away then deactivates. 

Its been a year since the encounter in Krownest, Mira has gotten better with her saber abilities and force but is still garbage at the same time. She walks in the hallways while holding her helmet. Mira heard about the destruction of the Republic, the First Order made themselves a target now. 

“Hey you heard about that girl Kylo Ren captured?” A trooper asks a worker. This causes Mira to pause then walk back at them.

“What girl?” 

#star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #mira wren bridger #dawn syndulla #rey #sabezra #knights of ren mira #knights of ren au #prequel #kanan jarrus

[almosthumanophelia]

Captura of my Tenno girl I had forgotten to post.

Featuring the surname she'd gladly take up if Ordis would actually agree to it in honor of her adoptive space dad.

#warframe #tenno #operator #ordan karris #cephalon ordis #my ocs #opheliathings #this is what you are (operator ophelia au)

[almosthumanophelia]

Tenno Ophelia

Backstory and Overview

// I decided to finally make a (coherent) post detailing Ophelia's history and origin story as a Tenno. I've discussed it a bit on this blog before, but a few things have changed, and I wanted to really get it all down. Some facts and the exact timeline may differ somewhat from the canon in-game Tenno; I don't really consider this an AU, just a thing to keep in mind. Feel free to spread this around or offer some thoughts, asks and feedback are always welcome. Story time!

Ophelia was born to well-off parents, both computer scientists and engineers, and some of the best in their field. They lived in the middle tiers of Orokin society, and had a similar level of standing as the high ranks of the modern Corpus.

Her father focused on the hardware side of things; her mother, the software. Though they were trusted with many projects, they were best known for their work with Cephalons. They instilled an early love of Cephalons in their infant daughter, who began to have conversations with the geometric holographic projections almost as soon as she could speak.

One day, the pair got an offer - or rather, an order disguised as an offer - to travel to the Tau system aboard the Zariman. They would be chief engineers for the ship's more complex systems, and assist in establishing the technological aspects of the new colony once they arrived. They had no close family, and nobody they trusted to take in their daughter. Because they would be gone for years, they had no choice but to bring her along as well. Ophelia embarked on the mission with her parents when she was just three years old.

The disaster that followed was well documented in classified Orokin records. Ophelia's father was the first to succumb to the madness. Her mother held on long enough to get their child to safety, hiding her in a cargo storage area, locking the door, and scrambling the door codes so that when she eventually gave in as well, she would be unable to enter.

The plan worked, but at a cost. The cargo area was not as well shielded from radiation and Void energy. Ophelia was left exposed, and suffered severe Void energy burns. They scarred nearly her entire body, leaving twisted, blackened marks over every part of skin they touched. Some of the other children could hear her screams of pain and terror, even from corridors away. She would not be extracted and treated until the Orokin recovered the ship. Although her exact memories of events were always fuzzy, the emotions and sensations she experienced stayed with her long after her rescue.

The traumatized toddler was very quiet, and often refused to speak at all. When she did, it was typically out of fear of being left alone and abandoned once more. The Void scarring left her physically weakened, and often suffering from pains and aches. Orokin experiments and probes to try and determine the full effects of Void energy were exceptionally painful for her. Often, anyone who attempted to treat her was subject to severe injuries and burns from outbursts of energy. But unlike most of the other Tenno, Ophelia's outbursts were deliberate. She learned to harness her power early as a defense mechanism.

The Orokin were left with a child who was volatile, traumatized, violent, and a selectively mute amnesiac - but one who was exceptionally powerful. They weren't willing (or, really, able) to dispose of her, but she needed a permanent guardian. Margulis, who had taken the Tenno on as her charges, soon noticed a pattern in the girl's behavior. Though she shunned human contact, she still whispered to the facility Cephalons, often late at night when she was supposed to be sleeping.

At the age of five, Ophelia was given her first and only Cephalon: a fairly recent Series Two by the name of Cephalon Ordis, whose sole standing order was her care and well-being. The two hit it off, and were soon inseparable. When she talked to her Cephalon, she became more personable, happy, and open. Eventually, slowly, Ophelia began to open up to the other children once again, though she still kept them at arms' length.

Then Margulis vanished, and Ophelia's fears of abandonment flared up once more. She clung to Ordis more tightly than ever. Her bond with him had evolved beyond Cephalon and master; they were much more akin to parent and child. Ordis was her sole support system as she was ushered into the role of child warrior, under Ballas's direction. When she eventually learned that Margulis had been killed, her upset over the situation, combined with how poorly she herself had been treated in the past, began to turn into a burning hatred of the Orokin. It was a hate she would carry the rest of her life.

Ophelia's first and favorite Warframe was a Volt, one that matched her volatile, fragile, but highly dangerous and powerful nature. She became known for quick, ruthless strikes, slaughtering the enemy before they had a chance to react. The bloody scenes of battle were cathartic to the girl, and helped her deal with her trauma and loss. She took a certain amount of pride in being good at what she did, trained hard, and soon was considered to be on par with the Orokin mercenaries of old. Missions were never a source of conflict or moral crisis for her; she did her job and did it well, and she grew up killing for a cause.

When the time came to turn on the Orokin, she saw it as a way to make them pay for what they had done. She moved against them without hesitation and without mercy, falling perfectly in line with Natah and the Sentients' plan. However, she would not go into cryosleep willingly, and be separated from her beloved Ordis. She had to be put to sleep, and never got a chance to explain or say farewell. She was thirteen.

Over a hundred years later, she was awake once more, and on missions once again - this time, following the guidance of the Lotus, though much more loosely than she had under the Orokin. She viewed the Lotus as more of a battle commander than a mother, but she still carried a certain respect and affection for her. Reunited with Ordis and feeling free for the first time in her life, Ophelia displayed a real sense of spunk and humor in her work, though she often acted outside the bounds of her orders. Other Tenno grew to knew her as something of a rebellious wild card.

Ophelia's skills aside from warrior and mercenary work included hacking and programming, something she inherited from her parents. She was always exceptional when it came to working with tech, and was never shy about showing that off. However, memories of the parents she inherited her skill from, as well as those of her life before the Zariman, would forever elude her. What little she had, had been permanently corrupted by her long cryosleep. She was now only a Tenno, and nothing else. Ophelia could not even remember her own last name. Meanwhile, aches and pains would forever continue to plague her, even as she grew a bit more physically strong. Nightmares and night terrors were more symptoms left over from her younger days; the only one ever able to calm her during one of these episodes was Ordis.

Upon uncovering fragments of Ordis's memory that revealed his past to her, Ophelia was shocked. She saw the parallels in their life stories, and carried a deep gratitude to the Cephalon that had looked after her so faithfully. After a bit of coaxing and coding backdoors, she spoke directly to the part of Ordis that was still faithful to his roots as Ordan. He admitted that he had not seen her as a punishment for a very long time, and they came to an understanding that their familial affection for each other was genuine and mutual. Her training from that point onward began to focus more on emulating Ordan's battle style. Eventually, Ophelia would adopt the last name Karris as a tribute to the man she considered her true father.

#warframe #tenno #orokin #cephalon ordis #operator #the lotus #opheliathings #this is what you are (operator ophelia au) #my ocs