lukyan-james-barnes

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Stung.

...your- your son?

CS: Sebastian Stan and Danielle Rose Russell

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Eyes trained onto the broad mathematics textbook, nails subconsciously pulling at a thumb-cuticle, refusing to look up, slightly louder than a whisper...

I'm alright.

A knock can be heard from Lukyans door, gently and easy.

“Hey, Lukyan. Can I com in?”

Reluctant exhale...

I'm busy...!

Silence.

It's open...

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Gaze turned down, unable to meet his eyes, bottom lip held in a tight bite.

"And who am I, father?"

People usually hear the last name “Barnes” and think they know everything they need to. They see the history behind it—the legends, the shadows, the expectations—and for some reason, they expect me to live up to them. The thing is, I don’t try to be someone I’m not, but it’s hard not to feel the weight of it sometimes. Growing up around parents like mine, you learn fast that your actions carry more than just your own consequences. I guess it’s not always a bad thing, though. It keeps you focused. It keeps you moving forward.

I’m not a big talker. Not because I can’t hold a conversation, but because most of the time, there’s just no need. I watch, I listen, I think. Then I act. I’ve learned that less is usually more. You don’t need to speak every thought that comes to your mind. And when you do speak, it better count. My parents always said there’s power in silence—it forces you to listen harder. It’s a habit that’s stuck.

I guess I’m not a typical 21-year-old. Most people my age are still figuring things out, still testing boundaries, still trying to figure out who they are. I’ve always known exactly what I am: a reflection of everything that’s come before me, but also something different. Something that’s still finding its own way. It’s why I spend so much time training, not just physically but mentally, too. I’ve spent years working on my mind, sharpening my instincts, building my endurance. I’ve been pushed to my limits in every way, from combat to survival to just holding it together when everything around me seems to fall apart. I’ve learned how to push back against my own limits. And I’ve learned that knowing when to step back is just as important as knowing when to move forward.

I guess, in a way, I’ve become this blend of things—my dad’s resilience and my mom’s calm, focused precision. The way they both move through the world, seeing everything and nothing at the same time. It’s not something that’s always easy to handle. People tend to have their own ideas about who I should be, based on who they think I come from. But I’ve always done my best to stay grounded in what matters: doing the work, learning the lessons, and finding the space between all the noise.

I can be quiet, but I’m never unaware. Some people think I’m distant or cold. I don’t mind that. It’s just who I am. I don’t waste energy on things that don’t matter. I’d rather observe, take my time, and understand the situation before I make my move. When I do speak, it’s not just to fill the space—it’s because I have something worth saying.

Most people don’t realize how much of a fight is mental. It’s not always about strength—it’s about knowing yourself and staying calm when things get chaotic. That’s how I approach everything. Life, combat, decisions—it’s all about maintaining control, even when everything’s in motion.

I don’t talk about the other stuff much—the part of me that’s a little... different. The side of me that carries a few extra genes that make me more than just human. It’s there, sure, and it makes certain things easier, but I’ve never let it define me. In some ways, it makes things harder. People expect more from you when they know what you’re capable of, and it’s a lot to live up to. I guess it’s just another layer of the balancing act I’ve been figuring out my whole life.

So, yeah. That’s me. I’m not perfect. I’m not trying to be. But I’ve learned to trust myself—to trust my instincts, my training, and the lessons I’ve been taught. Maybe that makes me seem distant, maybe it makes me seem like I’ve got everything together. But the truth is, I’m just doing the best I can with the cards I’ve been dealt, while still trying to figure out what happens next. I’ve got a long way to go, but I’m not backing down anytime soon.

-- L.J. Barnes.

[lukyan-james-barnes]

A knock can be heard from Lukyans door, gently and easy.

“Hey, Lukyan. Can I com in?”

Reluctant exhale...

I'm busy...!

Silence.

It's open...

[lukyan-james-barnes]

you know what. nevermind. I don't want to know what's going on.

CS: Sebastian Stan and Danielle Rose Russell

[lukyan-james-barnes]

@serenastark-official Help?

CS: Sebastian Stan and Danielle Rose Russell

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Lukyan smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the railing. “Awe or confusion? That’s quite the spectrum, Serena. You really know how to keep people guessing.” He chuckled, his tone light and teasing. “Though, now I’m curious. What’s your opening number? Something dramatic, right? Maybe with some over-the-top fire effects to really sell the whole ‘force of nature’ vibe?”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Or are you more of a power ballad type? You know, something to really tug at the heartstrings while you bask in the spotlight.”

Lukyan leaned against the railing of the quiet balcony, idly spinning his keys around his finger as he stared out at the sprawling cityscape below. The usual cocky smirk wasn’t there—his expression was neutral, almost thoughtful, though the faint glint in his steel-blue eyes hinted he wasn’t entirely at peace.

Behind him, Serena’s familiar footsteps echoed in the space, sharp and deliberate. He didn’t turn around, but he knew it was her. “Figured you’d still be stewing about earlier,” he said, his tone low but laced with a trace of amusement. “Didn’t expect you to actually find me here.”

Finally, he turned, the ghost of his smirk returning as he took her in. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t resist one last round of trying to put me in my place?” He flicked his gaze toward her braid, the one thing he’d teased her about relentlessly. “Or are you just here to make sure I don’t ‘skulk around’ and bother anyone else?”

Despite the teasing words, there was something different in his demeanor—like he was testing the waters, unsure of how this conversation would go after their last exchange.

-- @lukyan-james-barnes

“I’m not here to babysit you, Lukyan,” she shot back, her voice steady but sharp. “I’ve got more important things to do than worry about your… existential crises.” She paused for a moment, her lips curling into a faint smile.

[lukyan-james-barnes]

And...you're...implying?

CS: Sebastian Stan and Danielle Rose Russell

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Lukyan let out a laugh, shaking his head as he pushed off the railing slightly. “A force of nature, huh? I can see the headlines now: Serena Storms the Stage—Literally.” He tilted his head, pretending to mull it over. “I mean, sure, maybe you’d nail the whole commanding presence thing. But can you actually sing? Or are you just banking on scaring the audience into giving you a standing ovation?”

He flashed her a crooked grin, the kind that dared her to fire back. “Because if it’s the second one, I gotta say, it’s bold. Questionable, but bold.”

Lukyan leaned against the railing of the quiet balcony, idly spinning his keys around his finger as he stared out at the sprawling cityscape below. The usual cocky smirk wasn’t there—his expression was neutral, almost thoughtful, though the faint glint in his steel-blue eyes hinted he wasn’t entirely at peace.

Behind him, Serena’s familiar footsteps echoed in the space, sharp and deliberate. He didn’t turn around, but he knew it was her. “Figured you’d still be stewing about earlier,” he said, his tone low but laced with a trace of amusement. “Didn’t expect you to actually find me here.”

Finally, he turned, the ghost of his smirk returning as he took her in. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t resist one last round of trying to put me in my place?” He flicked his gaze toward her braid, the one thing he’d teased her about relentlessly. “Or are you just here to make sure I don’t ‘skulk around’ and bother anyone else?”

Despite the teasing words, there was something different in his demeanor—like he was testing the waters, unsure of how this conversation would go after their last exchange.

-- @lukyan-james-barnes

“I’m not here to babysit you, Lukyan,” she shot back, her voice steady but sharp. “I’ve got more important things to do than worry about your… existential crises.” She paused for a moment, her lips curling into a faint smile.

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Lukyan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he glanced sideways at her. “Yeah, I think the world would implode before that happened. You, pastel pink? I can’t even picture it.” He smirked, the tension between them easing further. “But hey, maybe you’ve got a secret Broadway voice you’re hiding. Wouldn’t that be something?”

He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as he gave her a teasing once-over. “Though I’m pretty sure you’d scare half the cast offstage before the first act was over. Intimidation’s kind of your thing.”

There was no edge to his words now, just an easy back-and-forth that felt like solid ground after their earlier sparring.

Lukyan leaned against the railing of the quiet balcony, idly spinning his keys around his finger as he stared out at the sprawling cityscape below. The usual cocky smirk wasn’t there—his expression was neutral, almost thoughtful, though the faint glint in his steel-blue eyes hinted he wasn’t entirely at peace.

Behind him, Serena’s familiar footsteps echoed in the space, sharp and deliberate. He didn’t turn around, but he knew it was her. “Figured you’d still be stewing about earlier,” he said, his tone low but laced with a trace of amusement. “Didn’t expect you to actually find me here.”

Finally, he turned, the ghost of his smirk returning as he took her in. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t resist one last round of trying to put me in my place?” He flicked his gaze toward her braid, the one thing he’d teased her about relentlessly. “Or are you just here to make sure I don’t ‘skulk around’ and bother anyone else?”

Despite the teasing words, there was something different in his demeanor—like he was testing the waters, unsure of how this conversation would go after their last exchange.

-- @lukyan-james-barnes

“I’m not here to babysit you, Lukyan,” she shot back, her voice steady but sharp. “I’ve got more important things to do than worry about your… existential crises.” She paused for a moment, her lips curling into a faint smile.

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Squints dramatically.

I can see that, I'm not blind, elaborate on what you're seeing.

CS: Sebastian Stan and Danielle Rose Russell

[lukyan-james-barnes]

Lukyan studied her for a long moment, the faint glow of the distant city lights reflecting in his eyes. “Not done yet, huh?” he repeated, his voice quieter now, as though her words had managed to pierce through layers he hadn’t even realized were there. “Guess I can live with that. Beats the alternative.”

He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the railing, his expression thoughtful. “You’re a pain sometimes, you know that?” he said, but the usual bite wasn’t there. Instead, his voice carried a trace of something almost like gratitude. “But… maybe it’s not the worst thing. Having someone around who doesn’t let me sink too far into my own head.”

For a moment, he let the silence hang between them, the sounds of the city below filling the space. Then, with a faint smirk, he added, “Just don’t go thinking this means I’ll start getting all optimistic on you. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

Lukyan leaned against the railing of the quiet balcony, idly spinning his keys around his finger as he stared out at the sprawling cityscape below. The usual cocky smirk wasn’t there—his expression was neutral, almost thoughtful, though the faint glint in his steel-blue eyes hinted he wasn’t entirely at peace.

Behind him, Serena’s familiar footsteps echoed in the space, sharp and deliberate. He didn’t turn around, but he knew it was her. “Figured you’d still be stewing about earlier,” he said, his tone low but laced with a trace of amusement. “Didn’t expect you to actually find me here.”

Finally, he turned, the ghost of his smirk returning as he took her in. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t resist one last round of trying to put me in my place?” He flicked his gaze toward her braid, the one thing he’d teased her about relentlessly. “Or are you just here to make sure I don’t ‘skulk around’ and bother anyone else?”

Despite the teasing words, there was something different in his demeanor—like he was testing the waters, unsure of how this conversation would go after their last exchange.

-- @lukyan-james-barnes

“I’m not here to babysit you, Lukyan,” she shot back, her voice steady but sharp. “I’ve got more important things to do than worry about your… existential crises.” She paused for a moment, her lips curling into a faint smile.

[lukyan-james-barnes]

No really, explain, please, since you're seeing it.

wha-

CS: Sebastian Stan and Danielle Rose Russell

[lukyan-james-barnes]

//I wouldn't mind rp-ing as a brother at all. you're most welcome. i guess we all did miss him at some point.

//I noticed that you left the fam and the anons saying you could act more like the old Lukyan, so here's a thought: maybe you could rp as a variant of Lukyan? You could keep the changes AND stay in the fam!

Nat doesn't want me in the fam. I'm just going to pretend I'm Bucky and Nat's child from the multiverse if that's going to fix me eventually. I don't know what to feel about it. Wasn't a very nice chat.

[lukyan-james-barnes]

//I noticed that you left the fam and the anons saying you could act more like the old Lukyan, so here's a thought: maybe you could rp as a variant of Lukyan? You could keep the changes AND stay in the fam!

Nat doesn't want me in the fam. I'm just going to pretend I'm Bucky and Nat's child from the multiverse if that's going to fix me eventually. I don't know what to feel about it. Wasn't a very nice chat.

[lukyan-james-barnes]

I want to apologise for someone for being annoying with no evidence they're annoyed at me, just anxiety and feels

[lukyan-james-barnes]

i didn't mean to tell you how to play the character, and im sorry if it came out like that. It's just that the character has been created at first by the original mod and two other rp members who all agreed on his name, looks and personality and it just doesn't feel like "it" when the character you create gets changed drastically 🙂

Well, you don't have to worry about it right now. I am no longer a part of that family, and you can stop associating me with the old lukyan. I would've changed my name but I've rp-ed too much to just change it abruptly. You're not mean or anything and I have nothing against you. I just wanted a chance and since I'm not getting that, none of you guys have to worry anymore. Thank you for the ask.