#What are the 7 stealth attraction words

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In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 7: A Dance with Shadows II

Miles Morales, also known as Spider-Man, swung through the bustling streets of Manhattan, the memory of his encounter with the infamous burglar, Black Cat, fresh in his mind. As he traversed the cityscape, his thoughts drifted to that fateful night at the Jewish Museum—an encounter that left him with a mixture of fascination and conflict.

Black Cat had captivated his attention from the moment he first caught sight of her sleek, black-clad figure. Her agility and grace were unmatched, a testament to what seems to be her years of experience as a cat burglar. Miles found himself both drawn to her enigmatic presence and torn by his responsibility as a superhero to bring her to justice.

As he recapped the events in his mind, Miles couldn't help but acknowledge the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. Their interactions were a delicate dance of pursuit and evasion, a game that challenged his resolve and pushed the boundaries of his moral compass. He understood the danger of being entangled with someone like Black Cat, but he couldn't deny the allure that emanated from her very being.

In the hallowed halls of the Jewish Museum, Miles had engaged in a relentless chase, his senses heightened by the thrill of the hunt. He marveled at Black Cat's agility and wit, her ability to outmaneuver him at every turn. Yet, he also felt a sense of frustration—his duty as Spider-Man clashed with the undeniable attraction that simmered beneath the surface.

As the pursuit intensified, Black Cat's teasing words echoed in Miles' mind. Her seductive taunts left him both intrigued and conflicted. He had a duty to protect the city, to apprehend those who threatened its safety. Yet, a part of him longed for more than just a cat-and-mouse game with Black Cat—a connection that transcended the roles of hero and villain.

In the aftermath of their encounter, as Black Cat vanished into the shadows, Miles was left with a mix of emotions. He grappled with the complexities of his feelings, questioning his own motivations and desires. He knew that he couldn't allow himself to be swayed by temptation, that he must remain true to his purpose as Spider-Man. But the memory of Black Cat lingered, a tantalizing enigma that had woven itself into his web of responsibilities.

Sitting atop a towering skyscraper, Miles gazed out over the city below. The lights of Manhattan twinkled like stars, illuminating the paths that stretched before him. He knew that he must tread carefully, that the allure of Black Cat's presence could lead him down a treacherous path. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that their encounter was just the beginning—an introduction to a more intricate web of fate that awaited them both.

As he pondered the enigmatic burglar, Miles couldn't help but wonder about the complexities that lie within her. Behind her cunning and stealth, what secrets did she hold? What motivated her to walk the line between darkness and light? The questions swirled in his mind, each one intertwining with the threads of his own journey as Spider-Man.

With a deep breath, Miles fortified his resolve. He knew that his duty as a hero extended beyond simply capturing villains—it also meant protecting those who might be drawn into the darkness. Black Cat was a challenge, a test of his strength and character. And though the allure of her presence beckoned, he would not allow himself to be consumed by the dance of shadows.

As the city hummed with life, Miles swung through its streets once more, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him. He was determined to protect the people of Manhattan, to ensure their safety and well-being. And in the midst of this endless dance between hero and villain, he vowed to remain true to himself, guided by his principles and unwavering commitment to justice.

The encounter with Black Cat had left an indelible mark on Miles' journey as Spider-Man. It was a reminder of the fine line he walked, the delicate balance between responsibility and desire. The dance with shadows had awakened something within him—a sense of purpose and an understanding of the complex nature of heroism.

As he swung through the city, his spider-senses attuned to the rhythm of the night, Miles remained vigilant. He knew that his path would inevitably cross with Black Cat once more, their destinies forever entwined. But he was determined to navigate the complexities of their relationship with integrity and honor, ensuring that justice prevailed while treading the fine line between duty and desire.

In the ever-changing landscape of Manhattan, Miles Morales embraced his role as Spider-Man—a protector of the city, a guardian of its inhabitants. And as the dance with shadows continued, he would face the challenges that awaited him, his heart resolved to remain steadfast, guided by his unwavering commitment to be the hero that the city needed.

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Whumptober day 31:

"I thought that I was getting better."

Emptiness | setbacks | "Take it easy."

Fandom: Camp Cretaceous

Prompts: vaguely all

Short and sweet with a hint of Whump. Rewatched the last episode and was like 'damn tv 7 my ass' for the millionth time. Anywho, a short piece on how trauma bonded kids would not just return to normal the minute they return to their loved ones. I think it probably took them awhile to get to the time skip point in which they were. I may rewatch and do some rewrites or missing moments or added moments lol. This show was just too good.

TW for Panic attack (vaguely) and thoughts of death (mostly just near death experiences they faced, but also a little idealization in there.)

…

Darius doesnt like making assumptions about his friends. The island showed him exactly what damage that could do- even when he hadnt meant to, hadnt known he had been, but it was no excuse- he made a promise to himself to treat them right. His only friends.

So when his nightmares come back with a vengance, he doesnt breathe a word. They all went through hell and back on those Islands, they were all slowly settling back into their lives, they practically lived at eachothers houses- rotating through them because between their parents and themselves, they need the ability to verify the safety of eachother- but Darius sees them adjusting, trying to take back their previous lives with the new knowledge they have. And Darius had been right along with them, writing about their experiences and the lessons learned-

But now here he was.

He awoke quietly, far to use to the need of stealth and the light sleepers around him, he could still feel the hot wet breath of death encompassing. Its hard with a trembling body, but he manages to make it around the other sleeping teens and to the bathroom down the hall. They're at Yaz's house this time around, her mother's room on the second floor while they reside in the basement so hes not worried about her hearing him.

He slides down the wall as soon as he closes the door, theres soft moonlight coming from a small window above the shower, but the room remains mostly shadows. Theres cant be light, it will attract-

No. There could be. He just has to stand and hit the switch, because there is power here and no dinosaurs. He stares blankly at the cabinets instead, what use would light do him anyway? He was just gonna sit here like a lump anyway. He didnt need any light other than the moon, shining off tile, while he sits doing nothing. There is nothing productive to do now, no planning or night watch, no fighting bad guys or identifying dinosaur noises. Just his own breathing as a dream that mixed reality and his worst fears, plays over and over in his mind.

He had made so many mistakes.

He can think of so many instances where something he did had put one of his friends in danger. Things that had them almost dieing, heck Sammy practically had! And Ben, and Brooklyn, and Yaz and Kenji and Doctor Mae and-

And so many people had died.

Ones perfectly fine killing kids.

And others… who had just come to a park to have fun.

He had come so close multiple times too, but… if he had died instead of one of the others than, would that have been so bad?

Kenji rolls over, eyes squinting open, expecting to see the familiar form of his sleeping brother, the empty space that meets him instead has his heart rate spiking and his breath catching. He sits up- too quickly, it startles everyone else, but Darius is GONE- eyes tracking the entire room before he's reminded his brain of the fact they are NOT on the Islands. Darius hasnt been eaten by dinosaurs, but the panic still lingers that they CANT FIND HIM.

"Maybe… he just went to the bathroom?" Sammy offers, although shes already starting to stand.

"The lights off." Yaz is already standing at the hallway, "Doors closed though."

Kenji ventures forward first. Brooklyn close behind, and the others just behind her.

He knocks lightly, frowning further at the lack of response, he glances behind him and gets several nods, opens the door slightly. As expected, it's dark inside, the moon's glow barely illuminates the figure against the wall.

Darius doesn't react to his presence, his stare is blank, body motionless except for the slightest breath. It's terrifying to see such an emptiness in usually such bright eyes. There's raised red marks on his hand, wet and crusting with blood, Kenji's lips purse sadly. Swallowing thickly, he reaches out a careful hand, touches his knee lightly, expecting the flinch,

"Take it easy." He says softly, "You're safe."

It takes several moments, all of them crowded together on the floor of the bathroom- Ben actually sitting in the tub to make more space- allowing Darius the time he needs to come back to them. When he finally makes eye contact, it's hesitant, as if waiting for something.

"Hey bud, how you feelin?" Kenji's voice is gentle, nothing extra in his voice, his eyes hold a worry to them- they all do- but no judgment or anger.

Darius wants to tell them he's fine. That he's sorry. That it's nothing and they can go back to sleep. That everything is proceeding forward as it's supposed to. He opens his mouth to say just that,

"I thought that I was getting better."

That is not what he wanted to say. Seriously brain what the heck?? He can't be bringing them down like this-

"Hey, you are, we all are Darius. Setbacks are normal, and together we can make sure they don't last long." Brooklyn's soft voice breaks his thoughts, and his head snaps up to stare at her.

"You want to know my first thought when I couldn't find you?" Kenji asks, drawing his attention next, the curious look has the corners of his mouth twitching up before they fall again, "I thought you might of been eaten, or being chased, I-" he swallows the emotion, blinking back the wetness in his eyes, Darius reaches out and takes his hand.

"Sorry." And he means it, puts as much emotion as he can into the word, directing it at the room at large.

They were all healing. They all had moments of weakness. But they were a team, they had each other's backs, and for every step backwards, someone would be there to pull you forward again.

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Coils of the Serpent - Chapter 7

Heric fidgeted.

He could hear them just outside the cave. There were far more than he expected. Half again as many as Ganthe reported.

He was glad he had convinced Falduin that stealth was a better option. It had taken some persuading, and too much time, but there was no way they could have withstood all of the pursuers and escaped alive.

The wizard was absolutely livid at being played, as he called it. Only careful words, and perhaps a touch of Lera’s divinely-given power, had dissuaded him from marching up to the pursuers and challenging the witch to a duel. It took much longer to make him understand that he needed to calm down and hide. He was leading the pursuers right to them.

At one point Heric almost considered following Ifonsa’s advice and knocking him out. Yet patience, and persistence had prevailed.

They had stolen away, and hid themselves in a cave that Ifonsa had spotted just below the ridge. The cave was enormous and stretched back into the darkness. It smelt as though some foul beast had died within.

“It smells much better than the one we found down in the valley,” Ifonsa told him. “Trust me. There’s not so much as a bear inside.”

“What about goblins?” Heric had asked, eyeing the entrance suspiciously.

“No. Nor dragons, griffons, nor rabbits with big teeth.”

“Spiders?” he asked with a grin. “Bats?”

Ifonsa rolled her eyes, “Get inside you big sook. They’re almost here.”

Heric hated caves. It always reminded him of Attenbach.

They travelled back as far as they were able and still see. They dared not use any light, in case it attracted notice, so they remained close to the entrance. It was too dangerous to move about without some form of illumination. A hole or crevice might open up suddenly, plunging down to some fathomless abyss where only shadowy and rancorous creatures dwelt.

They waited for a time in darkness and silence, listening. Occasionally the squawk of a bird would reach them from the outside. Heric wasn’t certain if it was a call from the bandits, or made by a real bird. Then, as their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they saw glowing streaks of gold veining across the cavern’s walls and ceiling.

Ganthe tried digging at them with his knife. He managed to lever several flakes into his outstretched hand, and for a moment it appeared he was holding several tiny golden embers in his palm. Then they faded and all he was left with was tiny pieces of grey stone. It must be some form of luggold, which was commonplace in Tæsca, but rare beyond.

Moments later they heard the first signs of their pursuers. The sounds of movement, and muted voices. Heric hoped that Ganthe had covered all their tracks, and that the enemy would be foiled by Ifonsa’s false trail. It would lead them back into the valley.

Within the shadows, he could just see the shapes of Falduin and Lera seated on the floor of the cavern. It looked as though they were meditating, but he knew they were actively protecting the group using some sort of magic that he didn’t fully understand.

“You might feel as though your mind is partly asleep,” Falduin had warned them. It was the only time he had said anything to anyone other than Lera since the argument.

“Like when you have grippe,” Lera had explained, “Your head full of fog.”

Meanwhile the others waited, their weapons ready in case anyone entered the cave. They would see the enemy long before they were seen.

Ifonsa hid off to his right. Heric couldn’t see her, but he knew she had her bow ready, arrows before her stuck into the sandy floor.

Ganthe crouched in a depression just ahead and to his left. He had his long, wicked-looking knife out, preferring it to his sword.

Heric peeked over a small boulder. It’s surface was smooth and cool against his cheek. He saw two figures appear in the cave mouth. Their forms silhouetted against the brilliant sunlight.

Heric tensed. He hoped nobody moved. It might draw attention, and then they’d be in a right mess. He doubted they’d be able to withstand an attack from the enemy for long in the cave. Plus the witch might be able to collapse the entrance and seal them inside.

He watched as the figures conferred quietly with one another. He couldn’t hear their voices, but their actions suggested they were discussing something. Perhaps their conversation was banal as commenting on the cavern’s size or the smell, but Heric suspected they were wondering if it was a good hiding place.

One of the figures began to move around, examining the ground around the entrance. The must have found something odd and out-of-place. Perhaps Ganthe had missed something. At any moment Heric expected a cry of alarm, and the blood-letting would begin. His hands tensed on the hilt of his heavy sword.

There was a cry, but it was distant. Someone had found the false trail down into the valley.

As the figures moved out of view he distinctly heard the word, “rabbits,” followed by the sound of laughter.

It was hours since they had seen any signs of pursuit.

Once they were certain the enemy hadn’t left any scouts behind, they headed south-west. Ifonsa led them toward the cliffs, and up a gully that cut through them. It looked like an old river bed, the waters long since dried up.

As they climbed, Falduin kept peering at the tall hill off to their left, as though he feared someone or something was watching them. Eventually he broke his silence and asked Ifonsa (of all people) if she knew its name.

“It’s called Old Moon Hill,” she told him.

He nodded and seemed content with the answer

“There is a story that an old man (Old Moon) lived there once. That’s his home atop the hill. Made of rocks,” Ifonsa continued.

Heric could see what looked like the ruins of a tower at the crest.

“And he used to come down from the hill to trade with the people that lived in the valley.”

“What people?” Ganthe asked.

“That’s the thing,” Ifonsa explained, “When the goblins came, this was long ago, when this place was mostly wild, and just the Onna People living here. I don’t believe even Harnsey was founded. When the goblins came, the villagers were afraid and they sold the Old Moon out. They told the goblins that the caverns below the hill were filled with gold and silver. And the goblins raided the old man’s home, cooking him alive in his own firepit, and using his own bowls to serve up portions of his flesh. Then the goblins headed back to the village, and they did the same to the villagers, because goblins being goblins and all.”

“Did the goblins find the gold?” Ganthe asked.

“Of course not. There was none.”

“And it’s been vacant ever since?” Falduin asked.

“No. Many have tried to settle there, but few last more than a single night. They say the place is haunted.”

“Haunted?”

“By Old Moon. He screams all through the night as if the goblins are cutting the flesh from his bones.”

“Have you been there?”

“Definitely not! It scares the wits out of me.”

Falduin nodded thoughtfully.

Ifonsa waited a moment, then glanced at Lera offering her a wink. Lera covered her laughter with a cough. When Ifonsa noticed Heric watching her she grinned back at him. All Heric could do was to shake his head in resignation. Fortunately Falduin noticed nothing of the exchanges.

At the base of the cliffs they headed northward following it around until they could turn west and down the other side of the slope. Nearby they could hear the sound of wild donkeys braying to one another.

They rested briefly at a small lake they found nestled in the woodland. Heric was surprised at the lake’s clarity and how blue the water looked. It tasted sweet and fresh like it had tumbled down from the mountains, but Heric guessed it was fed by a spring.

As they shared what remained of the food Ganthe had scavenged, Falduin broached the question that was plaguing Heric. “What now?”

The others all turned to Heric. He thought for a moment, then answered. “It’s simple. We head back to Milardus, and abandon the mission. Or we continue.”

“Why are people hunting us, Heric?” Falduin prompted.

“I don’t know.”

“You must know something.”

“I know that Rido wouldn’t have chosen me, especially in this manner, had it been straightforward,” he said.” I also know that the Baron is most certainly not the one behind the attacks.”

“How can you be sure?” Lera asked.

“I know him. He is a man of quality. I trust him.” Heric paused, hoping that his word would be enough.

“And” Falduin prompted.

“He would have no need to send bandits and witches after us. He has his own men, and I’m certain he could call upon the White Tower if he had need. Someone else is behind this.”

“But you don’t know who?”

Before Heric could answer Ifonsa asked, “Could Rido be making a play? Could he have gone rogue? He’s ambitious, and the Baron has a daughter, who is the grand-daughter of the king.”

“Why involve me, or any of us?” Heric said. “Especially you,” he said pointing at Falduin. “How do you know Rido?”

“I don’t.”

“Then how did you come to have a document bearing your name and his seal upon it?”

“I suspect it was given to me by the old man.”

“You suspect?” Ifonsa said a the same time Lera asked. “What old man?”

“The wizard. In the inn,” Falduin said.

“How do you know him?” Heric asked.

Falduin paused. “It’s complicated.”

“Uncomplicate it,” Heric demanded.

Falduin hesitated, then told the story. How he was wandering along Clarity Street when he met the old man and followed him to the tavern. After the fire, he remembered staying at an inn, and waking early the previous morning so he could hurry down to the docks. The document he had found, amongst his belongings, as he searched for the barge.

There was a lot missing that Heric did not like. For instance, Falduin refused to explain why he was in the town in the first place. All he would reveal was that he was newly arrived. He also couldn’t remember the name of the inn he stayed at, just that it had a blue sign.

Heric glanced at Ifonsa. She was giving him her I told you so look. Perhaps he should have been more prudent, yet Falduin had done well during the attack upon the bandit’s camp. The issue was that he seemed to be making a habit of coming under the influence of magic.

“What about the fire?” Ganthe asked.

“What?” Falduin asked.

“At the tavern.”

“It was a phantasm. It wasn’t real.”

“It was real enough to burn the place down and kill the family that lived there.”

Falduin shook his head and looked down at his feet, “I don’t know what happened.”

“Can you sense any malice?” Heric asked Lera. He knew she was studying the apprentice.

She shook her head, “He’s warded,” she revealed, “But he needs to be, given the circumstances. While-”

“I’m right here!” Falduin protested.

“I was going to say,” Lera continued, “While I felt a great deal of pain and suffering, he is a man of good heart in spite of it. I trust him.”

“Really?” Falduin said astounded.

“Of course,” Lera said smiling. “You’re one of us now.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Heric said, his gaze firmly on Ifonsa.

She wrinkled her nose and moved her hand away from where she left her knife hidden.

“So who is after you?” Ganthe asked.

“Us,” Ifonsa insisted.

“You,” Ganthe repeated. “They’re not looking for me.”

“Not The Baron. Not Rido,” Heric said.

“The wizard?” Lera asked.

Falduin shrugged, then said, “Why?”

Lera returned Falduin’s shrug.

“Someone else,” Heric said.

“We’re being manipulated,” Ifonsa said.

Heric nodded.

“But why?” Lera asked. She looked from one to the other. They all shrugged in turn. “Then it must be a test.”

“A test?” Falduin asked.

“Yes. To see if we’re worthy,” she almost kept her face straight as she said it. “To be like En, the Chosen Ones of The Gods,” she said grinning.

Ifonsa laughed.

Falduin rolled his eyes, “You’re the weirdest priestess I’ve ever met.”

“The Gods and I have a very healthy relationship,” Lera said, “that involves mocking instead of grovelling. They know I am a true believer. There’s no need to constantly remind them.”

Heric suddenly rose to his feet,. “Then let us prove our worth,” he said, gazing toward the north-east. “Let us be clever.”

“Arthleah is nice at this time of year.” Falduin quipped.

“Let us do what they least expect.”

“I know a great inn there.”

“We’re going to Wombourne,” Heric announced. “We’re going to complete the mission.”

Falduin sighed and placed his face into his palm.

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What are the 7 stealth attraction words

#What are the 7 stealth attraction words how to#

You create plausible deniability by using ambiguous language that allows you to playfully deny the meaning or intent of what you’re saying. How Plausible Deniability Creates Sexual Tension If she accuses you of being a perv, simply turn it around and playfully accuse HER of having dirty thoughts. This means that what you say is ambiguous enough that you can playfully “deny” that you’re coming on to her. The key with innuendos is that you use the concept of “Plausible Deniability” Innuendos are words or phrases that can have double meanings. The next method to create sexual tension over text is very similar to this one, so pay close attention. It is this kind of teasing that drives women WILD. If I went overt and talked about eating her out (without teasing her first), she probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as me lingering just a few inches from… the topic. Of course, we both knew what was REALLY going on, but the fact that we can use the excuse of “oh we’re just talking about pancakes” creates massive tension. In the example above, I didn’t overtly talk about eating her out, I teased her by describing the same “eating out” behavior on a pancake. Take my “Pancake Tease” Technique as an Example: If you’re texting naughty, don’t go too overt right away, and instead do what is called “teasing the escalation.” “I couldn’t help noticing you… staring at me” If she’s used to getting compliments from you, start giving her a compliment… but then add a twist by making it a compliment about yourself. With texting, there are many ways to do this. Instead, think of teasing a girl as giving her a LITTLE BIT of what she wants… but then taking it away so that she wants MORE of it. When most people think of ���teasing”, they think of “making fun of” the woman. 5 Ways to Inject Sexual Tension Into Your Text Conversations Here are 5 ways to create sexual tension with a girl over text.

#What are the 7 stealth attraction words how to#

Would you like some examples of how to create these obstacles? You got it. In essence… Creating Obstacles to Escalation is the Basic “Trick” We Use to Build Sexual TensionĪll you have to do is come up with language or texting techniques that present obstacles to the escalation, and you will IGNITE sexual tension. Now let’s focus on the word “OBSTACLE” - because it gives us a clue to how to come up with texting techniques that increase sexual tension. How do you maintain it? With OBSTACLES… ANTICIPATION… HUMOR… and specific ingredients that frustrate or delay the escalation… and as a result… rapidly INCREASES the attraction that exists. So they go too fast and kill the tension…īut if you have the ability to create and maintain sexual tension… women will literally get ADDICTED to you. They can’t handle lingering on the topic of sex without pouncing like a puppy on a bone. However, most guys can’t handle the tension. If she doesn’t feel any attraction, pulling back to create tension simply does nothing.īut if she feels even a little bit of attraction though, you can use sexual tension to AMPLIFY it. Now keep in mind that there has to be some attraction between the two of you. The result is that you TEASE the woman and she gets so excited that she nervously giggles and maybe even jumps you and kisses you. You might be hinting at escalating, but not in an OVERT way. Sexual tension is the CONTRAST between a state of ATTRACTION, and lack of ESCALATION.įor example: When you and a girl are looking into each other’s eyes feeling the attraction, yet without doing anything about it… you are creating tension. How Plausible Deniability Creates Sexual Tension.5 Ways to Inject Sexual Tension Into Your Text Conversations.Creating Obstacles to Escalation is the Basic “Trick” We Use to Build Sexual Tension.

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okay okay okay. so.

you actually want to support trans people with more than just your words? you actually want to help us feel comfortable? you’re willing to commit to that?

i’ve got some advice for you. some places to start.

(a note: i am a gay trans man, so most of this will be things from my experiences. some may be applicable to other orientations as well, feel free to add on if you’re trans!)

1. don’t expect every trans person to “out” themselves to you 

trans people are not obligated to tell you that they’re trans at any point in their lives. this includes trans friends, trans acquaintances, and trans colleagues. often, that’s not your information to know, and it’s not your information to ask for either.

If you learn that someone is trans, treat that information as a secret unless they have explicitly told you otherwise. This goes double if they’re stealth. this isn’t your information to share to anyone else.

2. accept our pronouns and our identities without question, regardless of appearance, transition status, background, or interests 

if someone asks you to use a set of pronouns for them, or a different name (or ANY name), don’t argue with them about it if the name or pronouns don’t “match” your perception of what a person with that name or pronouns should look like.

someone being pre- or never-hormones, having interests that correspond with their birth gender, enjoying certain types of clothes that are typically associated with their birth gender, or being ok with being labelled in the past as their birth gender, are also never reasons to refuse to use someone’s correct name or pronouns.

3. don’t try and police nonbinary peoples’ perception and presentation of their genders and their orientations 

nonbinary peoples’ relationships with gender and orientation are complex. some nonbinary people don’t want to be associated with any binary gender, and some are completely fine with it, and some are ok with it but only in certain contexts. someone can identify as nonbinary but also be gay. or a lesbian.

nonbinary people can dress in any sort of way, and they can use any set of pronouns they want, even if they’re choosing to associate themselves with a label that is typically reserved for binary people.

stop telling nonbinary people what they can and can’t do. you are not the expert.

EXAMPLE: I am transmasc and nonbinary. i use both he and they pronouns. I also identify as a gay man, and I find myself attracted to cis men, binary trans men, as well as male-leaning NB people. using the label of “gay” for myself encompasses all of that. it’s not your job to tell me that I should be using another label to describe my attraction, or that I should be uncomfortable calling myself “gay” because I am also nonbinary.

4. accept it when a trans person tells you that something is transphobic instead of fighting with them. spread that information too (but be wary of speaking over us) 

if a trans person tells you that something is transphobic, don’t argue with them. trans people are the experts on things that are transphobic, not cis people.

try not to get upset when someone tells you that something you said or did is transphobic. this includes guilt tripping, gaslighting, other emotional abuse tactics, claiming that you’re the victim, and saying things like “I have trans friends who are fine with it!” you’re not helping your case. try and listen as respectfully as you can.

EXAMPLE: if I, a trans person, tell you that [x thing] is transphobic, and you respond with “I can’t be transphobic, I have trans friends!” or “oh well now I’m the bad guy” or “no way, I’d never be transphobic”, that’s not good. your only response should be “oh, I’m sorry. how can I improve?”

5. don’t expect us to constantly be educating you on trans issues 

surprise surprise, trans people have lives too! sometimes we want to think about things other than being trans! and expecting us to constantly provide emotional labour to you and constantly be your educators is exhausting. trans people (including your trans friends) don’t exist solely to educate you, and expecting us to constantly be ready to debate or explain is unfair.

6. think critically about what types of ideas and phrases might be accidentally transphobic 

When you’re sharing information or talking about things common to the gay community, stop and reflect on whether it could be accidentally exclusionary to trans people. if you’ve said or done something that could fall under this category, apologize and avoid it in the future.

EXAMPLE: it’s a very common thing to state that being gay means there’s no risk of accidental pregnancies (especially when talking about the “benefits” of being gay). as a gay trans man who still has the capacity to get accidentally pregnant, this makes me uncomfortable. these types of statements unconsciously exclude trans people from certain communities.  

7. don’t assume that your friends are trans-inclusive, even if they claim to be 

someone can claim that they’re trans-inclusive, parrot the most basic of trans-inclusive statements, and then continue to spout transphobic rhetoric uncritically. a person claiming to be trans-inclusive doesn’t automatically mean that they are actually using their words and actions to prove it.

if you want to be around trans-inclusive cis people, you need to look past them claiming that they’re trans-inclusive. what do their words and actions indicate?

EXAMPLE: a person can say that they are trans-inclusive and say that gay trans men are men. however, if they’re also claiming that being a gay man is equal to attraction to penises, and that no gay man would ever want to touch a vagina, they are spouting transphobic rhetoric.

(another note: people are allowed to have preferences. people are allowed to prefer certain types of genitalia. however, making generalizations about a group of people based on your own personal experiences is when you cross the line to being transphobic)

8. call out people who do any of the above things. don’t leave all the work to us 

don’t expect trans people to be the only ones calling out transphobia! it’s a lot of work on our shoulders if cis people aren’t going to help us. work with us to dismantle transphobia.

[theoreticslut]

O’ Captain, My Captain // s.r.

steve rogers x reader

requested: no - # 2/7 for my 2k writing challenge where I used all of the day’s prompts!

summary: A stealth mission gone wrong leads to some injuries and an accidental sharing of feelings. 

word count: 2.8k

warnings: mentions of fighting & injuries, very slight angst if you squint, fluff

A/N: I debated posting this tonight bc I already posted a fic, but you know what? fuck it. I don’t want to wait forever to post this bc I like it. I’m pretty sure this si the first marvel fic I’m posting?? I know I’ve got some that I’ve started before this one, but I don’t think I’ve posted any yet?? Idk. I hope you like this!! Xx

“Would you be quiet?” You huff, shaking your head at the blonde man walking beside you.

For someone who has supposedly done stealth missions before, you’re questioning how he ever managed. You swear that since you step foot in the base, he hasn’t stopped talking. Honestly you’re not sure how you haven’t been found out or caught yet.

“At this point, if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“We won’t get caught, y/n. Settle down.” Steve huffs, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance.

As soon as the words leave his lips, you hear a loud clang from somewhere behind you, although it could be in front of you as the hallway you’re currently in is awful echoey. 

Senses heightened, you find yourselves surveying the entirety of the hallway before even considering moving.

“Won’t get caught, huh? Say that again and I’ll try to believe you.” 

“Just stay alert. I’m not going to let you get caught, but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t make it out of here.”

“Got it. Stay alive.” You quip, not able to keep your sarcasm at bay.

~.~

“Cap!” You shout as one of the bad guys sneak up on his backside.

You had managed to get through the hall, and even all the way to the basement laboratory before the two of you encountered hydra goons. 

It would have been fine, if you had paid attention when they first attacked you. Instead, you twisted your ankle and fell backwards when trying to dodge their advances because you hadn’t paid attention to the layout of the room. This meant that Steve had to help you up before helping himself, leaving him open to attack.

“Got it. Are you good?” He checks, glancing back at you as you get your footing, your ankle already screaming at you.

“Yep. I’ve got it. Let’s take care of them.” You reassure, ignoring the pain in your ankle as you ready yourself for combat.

Dodging an attack from some short, dark-haired hydra agent, you sweep your leg out to trip him, pinning him to the ground with a few simple jabs at certain pressure points.

You catch sight of Steve fighting off a handful of agents himself, but before you can even think of helping out you’re being cornered by two new agents.

It doesn’t take you too long to take them down, but as soon as they're taken care of there’s more advancing. 

You honestly can’t tell how long you’ve been fighting now. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, but time passes differently when you’re trying to survive.

In all honesty, you’re getting worn out, but you know that the second you let it fully take over your body will be the second you fall. That means that even though your muscles are burning and you’re hardly able to take a deep breath anymore, you keep pushing and fighting.

“Y/n, look out!” Steve shouts, spotting a stray agent getting ready to attack you.

You don’t register his words in time though as you get thrown back by the agent, hitting the wall with more force than you had expected. It’s not until he’s stalking towards you do you realize that he must have been another test subject of theirs - gaining super strength at the cost of his humanity.

You attempt to get up to fight back, but the combination of being tired and hitting the wall has your head spinning. As soon as you’re attempting to push yourself up, you’re stumbling down again and dozing off.

~.~

Coming to, the first thing you make out is the small room you’re in. You’re guessing it’s a hotel of some sort by the setup - a small table with a coffee maker, a single dresser with a TV set on top of it, and one sole full-sized bed. The second thing you notice is just how tired you still feel, along with the ache in your entire body.

You groan as you try to sit up, but as soon as you do you begin feeling lightheaded.

“Oh, you’re up. How are you feeling, y/n?” Steve asks as he comes into sight, carrying a couple bags in his hand.

“Sore...those hydra agents were relentless.” You groan, still attempting to push yourself up to a sitting position which is proving to be more difficult than it should be.

He catches you wince lightly, frowning as he sets the bags down on the table to help you.

“Let me help.” 

You sigh, nodding lightly as he carefully wraps an arm around your waist, giving you his other one to pull on.

“Thank you.” You murmur, resting your head against the wall as you shut your eyelids.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah...yeah. Just a little lightheaded.”

He nods, pursing his lips in a frown, watching you take a few breaths to steady yourself.

“You hit that wall hard, after you had already hurt your ankle. I’m sure you’re going to be sore for a few days at least.” He tries to console. He may be good at pep talks, but he’s never been all that great at comforting people.

“Just get me some ibuprofen and I’ll be fine. When are we heading back?” You question, opening your eyes enough to look at him.

“Not for a day or two at the very least. You need to heal some before I’ll even think about getting us back.”

Before you can even register or question his words he’s continuing.

“You might just have a twisted ankle and some soreness here and there, but I doubt it. You’ve got a broken ankle and a concussion at least, on top of various bruises from fighting.”

“And how are you so sure?”

“I’ve seen broken bones and concussions on the battlefield enough times before to have a pretty good idea that you’ve got the same.” He deadpans, but cracks a smirk nevertheless when you roll your eyes.

“Alright Rogers, whatever you say.” 

“I’m really hoping those bags you were carrying contain food. I know for sure that I could eat.” You blatantly hint, drawing a chuckle from the blonde man.

~.~

You can’t stop the yawn that wants to escape your body. It’s been hours now since you woke up to Steve returning, and you are thoroughly exhausted.

Not that you’ve done anything to warrant such exhaustion - since he returned the two of you ate, he tended to your injuries, you both changed into lounge clothes he had picked up, and then watched some tv and chatted.

It’s certainly been nice, but it feels wrong all at the same time. Sure it’s been lovely having the entire evening to hang out with Steve, but you can’t help but feel like you should be doing something. If you’re not trying to get back to headquarters, then you should at least be trying to gather information on the hydra operations you’re trying to take down.

Instead, the two of you have just been laying around, talking and laughing. You’ve watched some rather boring tv before you found a movie that interested the both of you. You can't lie and say it's been torture, because in all reality, it's been more like heaven. 

You never really had a chance to get to know Steve aside from missions and running the Avengers. You had obviously heard stories from some of the other members, but you didn't really know him. 

You've always found him pretty attractive, but he was older than you - even ignoring the 70 year time period that he had been frozen. That, and he was your superior in a way. You knew that you would never have a chance no matter how much you hoped for one.

That's partly why you never got to know him. Sure, you've been dying to every day since you met the man, but you figured that the best way to keep from continually falling for him was to avoid any unnecessary socializing.

“Are you tired?” Steve asks softly, catching you yawning. 

He can’t help but admit to himself that it’s rather adorable seeing you so sleepy, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“A little bit.” You admit, another yawn escaping your body as tears line your waterline.

“Get some rest then. It’s been a long day, y/n.” 

You nod lazily, carefully adjusting yourself to a more comfortable position. 

You hiss, wincing as you put just a bit too much pressure on your ankle and twisting your torso more than you should have. Immediately Steve is checking you over, trying to figure out what happened.

“What happened? Why are you wincing?” He asks, eyes bouncing all over your figure  - from your pained expression to how you're holding yourself tensely.

“I moved the wrong way.” You hiss, trying to breathe through the pain as tears brim your waterline.

“Where does it hurt?” He asks, features relaxing slightly. He had tried his best to tend to your injuries, but there’s only so much he can do here without the proper education or equipment.

“My ribs and ankle.” You sigh, gently relaxing yourself as you attempt to lay down in the bed more.

He nods, pulling the blankets back to grab ahold of your leg to prevent you from applying pressure to the ankle as you wiggle down into the mattress.

Once you’re settled, he helps you get your leg situated so you’re comfortable but the ankle won’t hurt. Then he pulls the blankets back up over your body, tucking you in with a little smile.

“Good night.” He murmurs, starting to walk away from the bed.

“Wait! Where are you going?” 

“Just to the chair over here.” He chuckles, pointing towards the piece of furniture as he watches you pout slightly.

“You’re not sleeping there, are you?”

“Yeah…?” 

He watches your frown deepen, wondering why you’d care. He didn’t want to spend too much on a room, which is why he just got a single. He had already planned on you taking the bed, not thinking it’d matter to you.

“No. That’s going to be so uncomfortable, Steve. You need a bed too.” You pout, watching him as he watches you, confusion plastered on his face.

“….but there’s only the one bed.”

“So? I don’t mind, and I mean, I-“ you stutter, warmth blossoming in your cheeks as he watches you with furrowed brows. 

“You….what?”

“I don’t want to be alone.” You mumble, watching as it finally clicks in his head that you want to share the bed with him.

He mouths a little ‘oh’ before smiling and making his way back over to the bed. You watch with bated breath as he pulls the sheets back again only to crawl in beside you.

“You okay?” He asks, smiling lightly at you, taking in how beautiful you are as he does so.

“Mhm. Are you?”

“I’m perfect. Now get some sleep, y/n.” He chuckles, pulling the blankets over himself.

You whine but nod nonetheless, situating yourself the tiniest bit before you’re closing your eyes, hyper aware of just how close Steve is next to you. If you were brave, all you needed to do was wiggle back about six inches and you’d be curled up in his side. As much as you’d like to, you figure it’s probably best to keep that little bit of space, opting instead to just try to fall asleep.

~.~

Steve groans lightly as something hits him in his sleep. Rubbing his eyes he looks around, frowning when he doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

He finds that he fell asleep to the tv playing, some irrelevant sitcom playing on the screen. Sighing lightly he goes to find the remote, finding that he can’t move.

Looking down, he can’t help the groggy smile that fills his face. Somehow in your sleep you had turned onto your other side from which you fell asleep on, entangling your legs with his while your arm was thrown over his stomach in a hug. He could feel his heart swell as he admired your sleeping form. 

There was no denying that you were attractive. He himself had been attracted to you since you first joined the Avengers. The sole reason he never made any moves was because he could tell you were trying to keep your distance from him. It hurt, but it’s not like it was the end of the world. He figured that you had your reasons for staying away and he wasn’t going to push it.

Now that your body is practically on top of him, though, he can’t help but wonder what the exact reason is for you keeping your distance. He’s tired of it in all honesty. He thought that maybe he could get over his little crush if you were going to stay distant, but his feelings have only grown tenfold.

He can’t walk into any common area of the compound without wondering if you’d be there or if you’d walk in. He’s constantly wondering if you’re thinking the same things of him. He’s always watching you whenever you’re in sight - including during battle, which isn’t the best thing to be doing, but he can’t help it.

“I’m going to take care of you, I promise.” He murmurs, going to press a kiss into your hairline.

“We’re going to get your ankle all fixed up and then I’ll make sure your concussion is getting better. I promised you that you wouldn’t get captured, and I’m promising you now that you’ll heal up just fine.” 

As he talks, he mindlessly plays with the ends of your hair, gently waking you in the process.

“I’ve never broken a promise to you before, and I’m not planning to now. I care for you too much to ever think about hurting you. God it killed me when you passed out. There were still so many hydra agents and I-I just couldn’t let them hurt you. I think I blacked out myself, honestly” he rambles, chuckling lightly, not noticing that your breaths are deeper against his chest.

“I remember watching you pass out and worrying that they’d hurt you while you were out, and then, I don’t know. It’s like I woke up and all the hydra agents were taken care of.”

“All I knew was I had to make sure you were safe. We may not be close, but god do I wish we were. I get that you have your reasons for wanting to keep your distance, but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you. I just wish I could say that to you awake…”

You can feel him sigh, and you can tell he’s frowning without even looking at his face. You can’t help but smile lightly, a small blush covering your cheeks as you bury your head into his chest slightly.

“You’re awake, aren’t you?” He mumbled after a moment.

You nod lightly, gently lifting your head to look at him as he chuckles and shakes his head, his hand rubbing at his temples.

“I have feelings for you too, Steve. That’s why I put distance between us. I-I didn’t think I had a chance….” You admit, looking away from him as you continue your thoughts.

“I thought that having some distance between us would help me stop falling for you.” You chuckle.

“Did it?”

“Not at all.” You laugh, blushing wildly as you look up to him to find a large smile on his face.

“Good.”

With a smile he leans down, capturing your lips with his in a near mind blowing kiss. Years of pining and hidden feelings are finally brought forth, and it’s more than you could have ever dreamed. You swear it felt like fireworks were going off throughout your body - your stomach twisting, your heart racing, and every nerve hyper aware of his touch.

Pulling away you can’t help but giggle, giddy off of his touch. He smiles, tucking some hair behind your ear before pressing kisses all over your face.

“I really like you, y/n.”

“I really like you too, Steve. I’m glad that you were there to make sure I was okay.” You giggle, pressing one last soft kiss to his lips before settling back into bed beside him. 

Making sure that the tv is off, Steve wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his body so there’s not an inch of skin without yours upon it. Of course he makes sure you’re comfortable first and that you’re not hurting anywhere. As soon as he’s sure that you’re okay, he presses another kiss to your hairline, whispering sweet words and promises to you as you drift off to sleep once again.

As he feels your breaths become shallower, he can’t help the content smile on his lips. Playing with your hair as you sleep, he drifts off for the night with you.

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5e Otherworldly Patron: The Mother of Filth

scratching squirming skitter gnawing swarming stalking slither clawing wasting breeding dripping screaming rotting feeding sickness dreaming

Something is wrong with you. There’s this itch, this... foulness you cannot alleviate. You picked it up from somewhere, something, someone, and it hasn’t lessened in the time you’ve had it. A persistent cough, a rash you cannot get rid of, some sour taste at the back of your throat, some crawling within your ears, or nose, or behind your eye. It’s something, it’s there, it won’t go away. An illness, you’ve told yourself. A simple disease. It will pass, you’ve said, it will pass in time.

it has been years.

Years of this. These symptoms, these rashes and sores and blisters, this coughing and sneezing and aching and fever. It’s made you pitiful. No one will look at you anymore, not directly. They’ll talk to you, yes, but only if you talk to them first. Sometimes, though, they’ll act like they can’t hear you. Many of them don’t even seem to notice as you move towards them, silently standing aside to let you pass without interrupting whatever they were doing. Sometimes it seems like they don’t even know they’re ignoring you.

Maybe you’ve started taking advantage of that, maybe you cannot stand it, but once you realized it was happening, something in you changed. Your sickness became worse, the symptoms more pronounced. Nothing could alleviate them. And then, a... thing formed inside you. A lump or a weight in your belly, or your chest, or your head. Now that it’s here, it feels... strange. It’s not comforting, but you feel it’s natural. Like this was supposed to happen, some logical progression of whatever foulness has seeped into you. In a way, you feel like you expected it. Maybe you were even waiting for it.

Now, in your fevered dreams, you swear there’s something else in them with you. Something trying to communicate with you. There are no words you understand, merely feelings. Ideas. Sensations. Some sort of... directions or instructions. In your addled mind, you’ve found yourself wondering: just what would happen if you followed them?

EXPANDED SPELL LIST The following spells are added to the Warlock spell list for you:

1st: Grease, Ray of Sickness

2nd: Web, Blindness/Deafness

3rd: Stinking Cloud, Feign Death

4th: Greater Invisibility, Giant Insect

5th: Cloudkill, Insect Plague

-Miserable Pity

By 1st level, you’ve already lived with this illness for years. It’s made you an unapproachable creature, a leper, something that mortal minds view with a mix of pity and fear; others will interact with you if you interact with them, but most of them will unconsciously avoid looking at you, listening to you, and especially avoid touching you.

This does have its benefits: Once per short or long rest as a reaction to being targeted with an attack or a spell attack, you may force the attack roll or spell attack roll to be made with disadvantage by momentarily revealing your pitiful nature. In addition, this pity largely prevents you from suffering penalties when interacting with other living creatures, as they subconsciously refuse to notice how much the sickness has taken from you. In their minds, while you don’t appear healthy, you at least resemble a functioning member of society. Undead, constructs, and most animals can see through this aura; aside from verminous creatures or well-trained mounts, animals will often refuse to approach you, shrinking away unless pressed into the interaction, which could have consequences. Certain other creatures, such as Fiends or Celestials, may also see past this aura of pity as well at the DMs discretion.

-Averted Eyes

This subconscious ignorance of your presence has an additional benefit: At 1st level, you gain proficiency with Stealth. If you are already proficient, your proficiency bonus for this skill is doubled.

-Scratching Squirming Skitter Gnawing

inside you feel them inside chewing eating everything else that would hurt you. they’re your allies, not your enemies. Certainly, it may have hurt at first, it may have been repulsive at first, but they’re here to help. They’re here to provide for you, protect you.

At 6th level, your body plays host to grotesque parasites that conditions you to things far worse. You’re bolstered against foul elements, if only because there’s less of you to affect. You become resistant to Poison damage, have advantage on saving throws to avoid becoming Poisoned, and you are unharmed by any disease you contract, though you still bear their symptoms and contagious diseases you contract remain contagious. Diseases you contract never heal on their own.

-Swarming Stalking Slither Clawing

Some days in the past you’ll wake up to find a rodent or roach perched on your chest. Now, though, there’s significantly more. Vermin crawl within your clothes, skittering across your skin, nesting in your hair. They mean you no harm, nor will they cause any. In time, you may grow used to them. You may love them as they love you.

At level 10, each time you complete a short or long rest, vermin will gather onto your person, attracted by the call of your illness. They move to shield your body from attacks, granting you temporary HP equal to your Warlock level. While you have any temporary HP from this ability you have resistance to Necrotic damage. In addition, verminous creatures (such as rats and mice, centipedes, flies, spiders, etc) will never willingly attack you unless you cause them harm first.

Your Miserable Pity ability keeps others from noticing your vermin coating just as easily as it kept them from noticing your pox.

-A Mother’s Love

New life. That’s all that it is. New and beautiful. Others call it Filth, call it garbage, or waste, or even worse: A plague, an infection, a cancer. They can’t understand; this isn’t a plague, it’s a blessing.

At 14th level, the Mother gives you a grand gift. A piece of her manifests within you, a tumorous growth that partially emerges from an unobtrusive location on your body, such as your stomach or back. This bloated thing alerts you to incoming danger and can even take hold of your spells for you should your attention falter. You gain Blindsense out to 10ft, able to sense hidden or invisible creatures within that radius. In addition, if your concentration on a spell is broken, you may use your reaction to re-establish a hold on the magic, as though your concentration was never lost. Once you do this, you must complete a long rest before doing it again.

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INVOCATIONS

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Hacking Cough Prereq: Mother of Filth patron

As an action, you can share your misery, retching and coughing upon a creature within 10ft of you. That creature must succeed a Constitution save versus your Warlock spell DC or become poisoned for 1 minute. A creature poisoned in this way may make a Constitution save at the end of their turn to end the condition, but they take 1d4 Poison damage on a failure. Once you’ve used this ability a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, you must complete a long rest before doing so again.

Scrounger Prereq: Mother of Filth patron

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and you have been desperate for a very, very long time. You gain proficiency in Constitution saving throws, and can consume rotted or diseased food and drink without suffering any consequences. 

Record of Roaches Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, Pact of the Tome

Your Book of Shadows is replaced with an unnerving, chitin-covered tome. While in possession of this tome, you may conjure a swarm of ravenous roaches in a 10ft cube within 30ft of you as an action. This space is difficult terrain, and creatures entering it or beginning their turn in it take 1d6 magical slashing and 1d6 Poison damage. This corrupted space lingers for 1 minute, or until you use this ability again. You may use this feature three times, and regain all uses after a long rest.

Dripping Blade Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, Pact of the Blade

Your pact weapon becomes coated in a layer of toxic grime. A creature damaged by your pact weapon takes an additional 1d6 Poison damage. If you critically strike an enemy with your pact weapon or strike a creature who is not aware of you, that creature becomes infected with Sewer Plague, which incubates and progresses as normal.

Fecund Familiar Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, Pact of the Chain

When summoning a new familiar, instead of choosing an empowered familiar from the Pact of the Chain, you may instead summon two of the following in any combination: a spider, a rat, a bat, or a cockroach (use the statistics of a crab). Both of these creatures are your familiars and share a mind split between multiple bodies. At level 10, you may maintain three familiars at the same time. At level 16, you may have four.

Filthy Friends Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, level 5

Sometimes they were all you had. As an action, you may command vermin from your surroundings to a single point within 60ft of you that you can see, summoning either a Swarm of Insects or a Swarm of Rats in that space. These swarms will obey your mental commands until brought to 0 HP or until 1 minute passes, at which point they disperse. Once you use this ability, you must complete a short or long rest to do so again.

Tatterdemalion Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, lvl 6

Over the course of a long rest, you can construct a piecemeal armor for yourself from rags, scavenged leather, and broken metal bits. Wearing this makes your AC equal 10 + your Constitution modifier + your Charisma modifier. Only you or another Warlock of the Mother of Filth can benefit from this armor, and it may be enchanted as normal armor can be, if you desire.

Pernicious Poison Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, lvl 7

Poison damage you inflict with your Warlock spells and abilities does full damage to creatures with resistance to Poison, and upon reaching level 12, your poisons deal half damage to creatures immune to Poison. In addition, once per long rest, you may use your bonus action to select a single creature within 100ft that you can see, infesting them with insidious Filth. That creature loses any immunity to the poisoned condition it has and gains vulnerability to Poison damage. At the start of that creature’s turn, it may make a Constitution save against your Warlock spell save DC to end this effect.

Don’t Ignore Me Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, lvl 8

If they won’t look at you, you’ll take advantage of it. Once per turn, you can deal an extra 2d6 damage to one creature you hit with an attack if you have advantage on the attack roll. The attack must use a finesse or a ranged weapon. You don't need advantage on the attack roll if another enemy of the target is within 5 feet of it, that enemy isn't incapacitated, and you don't have disadvantage on the attack roll. At level 12, this damage increases to 3d6, and it increases to 4d6 at level 16.

Vermin Lord Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, level 10

You can cast Dominate Beast at will as a 5th level spell without expending a spell slot, but only to control verminous creatures (an insect, arachnid, or rodent Beast with an Int of 2 or less). This control lasts for 10 minutes and requires no concentration from you, but you may only maintain control of up to 5 creatures at a time (a swarm counts as 1 creature). Controlling a new one ends the oldest instance of the effect. You cannot target the same creature with this effect again until you complete a long rest.      

Retching Wretch Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, level 10, Hacking Cough

Your Hacking Cough’s range becomes 30ft. Whenever you successfully poison a creature with Hacking Cough, choose one of the following options:

Clawing, Gnawing: The creature is wracked with muscle aches. As long as it is poisoned, it takes a -2 penalty to Strength and Dexterity-based attack rolls, skill checks, and saving throws.

Dreaming, Screaming: The creature is afflicted with a terrible delirium and fever. As long as it is poisoned, it takes a -2 penalty to Intelligence and Wisdom-based attack rolls, skill checks, and saving throws.  

Plaguebringer Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, level 10

You add Infestation and Contagion to your list of spells known. These are Warlock spells for you, and do not count towards your total spells known. You may cast Infestation as a bonus action so long as you still have temporary HP from Swarming Stalking Slither Crawling.

Contaminate Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, lvl 12

As an action, you can will the Filth to well up from the world around you, choking the ground and air. The Filth coats a 30ft radius around you with noxious gas, slick muck, and crawling things, transforming it into difficult terrain for everyone but you. Any creature besides you moving into or within the area takes 1d8 Poison damage per 5ft it travels. This supernatural muck lasts for 24 hours before fading away. You may use this ability once, regaining its use after a long rest.

Wasting Breeding Dripping Screaming Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, level 15

The lump or weight within sups upon your flesh and blood in amounts so minute you likely won’t even notice, but it’s always hungry for a more substantial meal. If you take slashing or piercing damage from an enemy adjacent to you, you can attempt to feed it by using your reaction; a Swarm of Rot Grubs erupts from the wound into the space of your attacker, and the swarm immediately uses its reaction to attack them with advantage.

This Swarm of Rot Grubs is friendly to you and any creature you designate as an ally, and will follow you telepathic commands. If left without orders, it will crawl towards the closest living enemy it can perceive to attack them, or to the closest pile of carrion within 30ft. After 1 minute passes, the swarm is too consumed by hunger and turns on itself, dying messily. Once you spawn a swarm in this way, you must complete a long rest before it can be done again.

Sire of Stagnation Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, Contaminate, lvl 20

Patches of Filth created by Contaminate last until cleaned up by an outside force, such as a massive storm, powerful magic, or the concentrated efforts of a group of people working for 12 hours. Each day the Filth patch remains, it spawns a swarm of Filthbreed Vermin (roll 1d6; 1: swarm of rats, 2: swarm of insects, 3: swarm of maggots, 4: swarm of spiders, 5: swarm of scarabs, 6: swarm of rot grubs). A Filthbreed Swarm creates a 5ft patch of Filth otherwise identical to the one spawned by Contaminate when it is slain, requiring a concentrated effort to clean that takes 4 hours.

At the DMs discretion, more powerful Filthbreed creatures may arise from especially massive patches of Filth.

Hive Mind Prereq: Mother of Filth patron, lvl 20, Vermin Lord

You may maintain control of up to 25 creatures at once with your Vermin Lord ability, and the effect lasts indefinitely until dispelled. They no longer receive saving throws.

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Fun author’s note: Going to make a more generic version of this Patron later to fit into other people’s sessions without relying on my cosmology; you can indeed just use this creature as a different spirit of pestilence and filth, but I’m also just creating a Horseman of Pestilence-esque patron later as soon as I’m more inspired which shuffles a bunch of stuff already present here around while adding some new, more obviously vile options.

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

What if...10b

Okay, so this ‘epilogue’ became... a monster. I decided to split chapter 10 into two parts because it was already so big, and, uh, yeah, now I’m splitting 10b into three parts. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ENABLE ME, PEOPLE. Your lovely comments, your kind reblogs and support turned this from what was supposed to be no more than 4 chapters into 90 000 word ramble.

*ahem*

So part 10b is Dulcy POV, 10c is chaotic everyone POV, and then there will be a bonus part for someone who didn’t get to join Dulcy and Dav’s little family.

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What if Dulsissia hadn’t died, what if she had grabbed Corin and fled? What if she met Davarax? What if…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10a

Epilogue; Dulcy

“We’ll be back later, dad!” Corin exclaims from where he’s standing next to Din in the doorway, eager to call Davarax that at every occasion he can find.

Davarax nods and gives a light wave to the two teenagers about to step out of the house they have rented on this obscure, little planet and head into the nearby town. (Having picked up a bit of Motti credits makes things a lot easier.) “Duly noted, son.”

The slight smile on his face tells Dulsissia that Davarax is well aware of Corin’s need to constantly reaffirm their new relationship and indulges him with never-ending patience. But what she also notes is how Din hesitates half a second while Corin turns to leave and she sees there is hurt in his dark eyes as they linger on Davarax.

That evening, while Barthor wraps up his conversation with his father via the holo-communicator, Davarax holds Raga back until the boy is done and the line is free for her to call her parents.

Dulsissia glances after Barthor shuffling back towards their house, helmet held low and shoulders slumped. Just like during previous calls, his parents show close to no interest in their son and he is equally disappointed every time. “Dav?”

Davarax turns his attention away from Raga and over to Dulsissia. “Yeah?”

“Why don’t you adopt the others too? Like you did with Corin?” Her heart breaks every time she sees these children with sadness in their eyes and Davarax is the one who always brings smiles to their faces.

Sighing, Davarax leans against the door frame. “It’s not that easy…”

“Why not?”

“For one thing, Paz and Raga have their families. The Saxons are… unique, but they love her. And Dez, well, I hope that maybe he’ll come to his senses.” Davarax looks over at Barthor’s retreating shape as well. “Barthor… I might have to talk to him about it.”

Dulsissia frowns as he doesn’t mention the most obvious one of all; “What about Din?”

“Din…” Davarax looks down at the floor. He looks guilty. “I messed that up. Big time.”

“He’d forgive you in a heartbeat.” Dulsissia declares. “He worships you.”

“Maybe.” Davarax replies, not sounding convinced. “But I don’t deserve his forgiveness. And after what he’s been through, I think Din needs to be allowed to hold on to his roots before another adult tries to pressure their identity on him.”

What that boy needs is a father, Dulsissia thinks, but before she can voice her thoughts she’s distracted by someone shouting. Looking over, she sees Raga’s mother in the holo-projector screaming at someone out of sight before turning back to focus on her daughter again.

“What was that, Raga? You said something about how many push ups? You’re up to what now?”

“Fifty-”

“PUT THAT DOWN!” Raga’s mother bellows to her right and then makes a frustrated grunt and reaches out to grab someone. “Here. Talk to your brother. I have to murder your other two brothers for a bit.” She steps away and a smaller Mandalorian with a green helmet takes her place.

“Raga. Still ugly I see. You really should have kept the helmet on.”

“Sioben. Still a moron, I hear. I was kind of hoping dad had followed through on his threat to dropkick you into space.” Raga counters. “Paz taught me some new tricks. I’m going to kick your ass when I see you again.”

Sioben shakes his head. “I don’t know why he puts up with you. He could have anyone he wants, he’s a huge badass ‘and’ a Vizla. I can’t think of a single reason why he lets you stick around.”

“Don’t hurt your brain trying to think.” Raga snarls.

“At least I have a brain. Unlike you.” Sioben fires back.

A hand appears and smacks into Sioben’s helmet and he goes toppling out of sight and Raga’s mother appears again. “Listen, I have to go. I’m a bit busy here. Say hi to Davarax from me. Be careful out there, Raga. Byebye.” The woman’s holo-image dissolves and she’s gone.

When Raga walks out of the room, Dulsissia reaches out and touches her shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“What for?” Raga asks with a huge grin. “Didn’t you hear that? She didn’t yell at me once!”

Dulsissia looks over at Davarax with a look of slight belief while the girl walks away, humming happily and he can only offer a weak shrug in return.

-

And on the subject of Paz and Raga...

While there are still sides to the Mandalorian culture that are still a mystery to her, Dulsissia remembers more than enough about what it was like to be a human a teenager to see what is happening there.

The two have been drawn together as friends since they were small children, as far as Dulsissia understands. They always gravitate towards each other. If you see one, odds are good that the other is nearby or about to appear. And Dulsissia feels both compassion and amusement as she sees the growing awkwardness as a different kind of attraction between them starts to enter the picture.

Dulsissia tries to hide her laughter when she sees Raga pretending to need a water break but only so she can let her gaze roam all over Paz as he continues his intense training next to her. Raga has always been climbing him like a jungle gym, but these days it brings a flush to her cheeks when he holds her close or play-wrestle with her, and Raga even smiles in her sleep the times she drowses off with her head resting on his chest. It’s a shame she seems unable to voice what she feels.

This leads to the seething anger in Raga’s eyes when Paz mindlessly flirt with the local girls and basks in their attention. An anger which causes her to pick fights with Din and the others, violent fights that always ends badly for at least one of them and Davarax has to patch them up while trying to calm Raga down.

At the same time, with a stealth worthy of admiration, Paz’ gaze discretely seeks out Raga with an interest and longing he doesn’t show any of the local girls desperately trying to hold his attention. His attention trail along her curves, he flushes at glimpses of her skin and it is kind of cute how he’s only happy if Raga is happy.

Unfortunately Paz seems too insecure, which is absurd, to actually show how her how he feels.

His temper is as bad as Raga’s, though, which causes Paz to one day actually punch a hole in a wall. He flat out refuses to explain why he’d done it, even when Davarax wraps up his bleeding hand and asks in a frustrated voice what is going on with him, but Dulsissia accidentally overheard earlier when Raga agreed to go out on a date with a suitor of her own and suspects that is why.

“I’m going to help them.” Dulsissia declares one morning after Raga had managed to draw both Din and Corin into a vicious brawl the previous evening, just after Paz had gone out to meet some girl.

Davarax grunts, half-asleep on his stomach with his face partly burrowed into the pillow. “They’ll figure it out eventually.”

She sends him, or his back to be more precise, a dry glance. “Are you kidding me? Those two? If someone doesn’t help them along, it’ll take yeeaars.”

Davarax snorts a laugh. “At your own peril, cyare.”

Dulsissia thinks about all her excellent work as a matchmaker back on Seswenna. That included family ranks, politics and enough credits to buy a minor planet. These are two teenagers. She’s got this.

It’s a delicate mission. First Dulsissia establishes through a little research that there is absolutely no doubt that these two feel the same and are just too emotionally constipated to do something about it, then she goes to work on them separately. Hints, questions and light nudges.

It takes a surprisingly short time for them to admit to her what she already knows, but neither is willing to make the first move.

“Why not go for it?” Dulsissia eventually asks..

“I don’t think he/she thinks of me that way…” Raga/Paz replies. Her face bright red as she half-heartedly trains defensive moves with Dulsissia one sun-soaked day. Him with quiet sadness when Dulsissia delivers some clean laundry to his room one evening.

“I think you’d be surprised.” Dulsissia teases and winks.

After that, they become a little braver. Instead of just friendly bickering, Raga and Paz both add a little intent and teasing to their interactions, and that eventually develop into outright flirting.

During training Davarax sends Dulsissia a dry look when Paz, instead of following through with his attack, merely keeps his hands against the wall, fencing in the grinning and uncharacteristically passive Raga and hovers there with a slight smirk of his own. Davarax rolls his eyes when Raga, after flipping Paz over and have him land on his back, simply straddles his stomach and pretends to hold him down with her hands on his shoulders instead of following through with her attack and Paz, also uncharacteristically passive, looks like he’s enjoying himself more than anything else.

Dulsissia regrets nothing.

-

Barthor is in heavy denial, Din wrinkles his nose and Corin is incredibly oblivious as Paz and Raga keep inching their way closer to what they both dream about having. They push things as far as they can go and then some, before one of them finally dares to cross the line...

Sitting next to each other on the stairs behind the big battle arena, Paz and Raga had decided to sneak outside the building instead of staying with the others to watch the final game. Usually they both live and breathe for such big fights, but for some reason it seemed more tempting to sneak off like this.

They sit in this dark back-alley, her shoulder bumping lightly against his upper arm, talking.

It’s silly. They see each other every day, they talk every day, and yet they struggle to look at the other right now. Words tumble a little awkwardly. Hearts thump hard.

Then there is a huge cheer from the crowd inside the arena and Paz looks over at Raga. She looks back over at him, and after a moment of hesitation, he cautiously leans towards her.

Raga’s eyes light up. Oh. But just as she lifts her chin a little to meet him, giving him an unspoken invite, Paz abruptly loses his courage and quickly withdraws to stare down at the ground again.

Raga exhales, disappointed. Suddenly her eyes flare with angry annoyance and she thumps her shoulder against his arm, and when he looks at her, she quickly leans over and presses a brief, hard kiss to his lips. After that, she’s the one to turn to stare at the ground while heat burns in her face.

Stunned, Paz stares at her. He stares for what feels like a small eternity, then he slowly reaches out his hand, touches by her jawline and eases her into facing him again. And that is when he finally has the courage to lean over, his fingers still resting on her skin, and ever so softly touches his lips to hers.

It’s a gentle, trying thing. Raga draws a shivering breath, her lips trembling a little as well but soon they move to meet his as he cautiously coaxes a response from her.

After a little while, Paz pulls back and scans her face for her response.

Raga grins.

That makes him smile as well.

-

Dulsissia is obnoxiously pleased. Declaring herself the matchmaking champion.

Davarax only regrets not stopping her when stolen kisses in secret between the two becomes public make-out sessions. Truth be told, he wouldn’t have minded if had taken yeeeaars before he had to see that.

But he draws the line of having to watch it in their house. Entering the living room and finding them at it again, Davarax kicks at the sofa, making them jump apart. “Tongues in separate mouths when I’m around. Not negotiable.”

Paz flushes deep red. Raga glares.

And Dulsissia wonders who she can match up next...

-

While Dulsissia’s stop on Seswenna had resulted in them having a nice amount of credits to use on their family, Davarax knows they won’t last forever and he’s too used to support his family to stop, so he takes on the occasional job. And it’s easier now than before Dulsissia came into his life.

It’s strange not be be constantly exhausted. It’s even stranger not to have nightmares any more but wake up in the mornings with a sigh of satisfaction or even a smile on his face.

His favourite jobs are the ones where Dulsissia joins him. She’s come far from the helpless beauty he’d met what feels like a lifetime ago. Now she’s a deadly beauty. And the sight of her in Mandalorian armor is the best bonus he’s ever gotten on a job.

This is an easy contract. Just head up to a damaged cargo ship floating just above the planet, pick up the shipment and bring it to the owner on the surface. It’s the rumours of pirates in the area that makes them want to hire a couple of Mandalorians.

The ship is where it’s supposed to be, there are no signs of pirates, and Davarax does the mistake of thinking this mission will go without a hitch. He and Dulsissia board the ship and walk towards the cargo hold to secure their target.

It is years of experience combined with quick reflexes that saves Davarax’ life when something drops from the ceiling in the hallway. He jolts backwards and sparks fly as something sharp slides across his breastplate. Davarax tries to lift his blaster to fire at his attacker, but a boot kicks his arm and the shot goes wide.

It becomes a wild dance of attacks launched at him, sparks flying again and again when his armor takes the brunt, and he frantically back-pedals to stay alive. A streak of yellow spins in front of him and Davarax gets his arm up just in time for the vibro blade to impale it instead of his throat. The pain rages through him and instinct makes Davarax turn to the best weapon he has in such a close encounter; a harsh kov’nyn.

His opponent collapses while he stumbles backwards and clutches his arm. The blade is still vibrating and sending waves of agony through him while tearing more of his flesh. He yanks it out, fighting back the intense urge to scream with pain, unable to respond right away despite hearing Dulsissia calling out his name in fear.

Once his eyes clears again, Davarax realizes Dulsissia is by his side and trying to make him let her look at his arm and he sees the crumpled shape on the floor.

A skinny Twi’lek youth around Raga’s age. Her skin under layers of dirt looks to be pale yellow, her clothes are rags and even unconscious she looks angry.

Well, that was unexpected.

“She’s just a kid.” Dulsissia whispers with quiet disbelief, wrapping his arm.

“I was too busy trying to keep her from cutting my throat to notice.” Davarax rumbles, twitching slightly when Dulsissia tightens the bandage. His heart softens. “I wonder what her story is...”

Her name is Zev’sonya and she’s anything but friendly. Sure, his own kids have a habit of baring their teeth every once in a while, even at him, but this one? She’s outright hostile and extremely dangerous. And while his kids’ trust in others has been severely damaged, hers is non-existent. Whatever her story might be, she’s not telling them anything beyond her being on her own.

Davarax has absolutely no idea how Dulsissia manages to persuade the girl to come with them.

It takes over a standard week to make her stop trying to kill and rob them. A lot longer for her to actually trust them, especially Davarax.

-

Zev’sonya and Raga end up in a fist-fight two minutes after the initial introduction. Paz watches her with some cautiousness but he’s not unfriendly. Barthor avoids her like the plague. Corin is terrified of her and claims she keeps stealing the blades in the house. (Dulsissia knows he’s right as she keeps retrieving them from the twi’lek’s room.)

The only one she instantly connects with is Din, who seems to share her way of communicating in as few words as possible and have no fear of her scowls.

-

They renew their rent on the house and Davarax recruits Din to help build a couple of sheds and do some repairs on it.

After a scorchingly hot day, emerging from the refresher room, Dulsissia saunters over to the big bed in their room where Davarax is reading something on his datapad. She crawls into the bed and rolls over to face him with a dramatic sigh. “Dav? Cyare?”

“Mmh?” He replies, not looking up from his datapad.

“I’m hungry…”

Davarax lowers the datapad and reaches out to run his hand gently over her hair. “What are you in the mood for?”

“There’s leftovers from dinner...”

She rarely asks him to bring her things because she knows he will stop whatever he’s doing and get it and she doesn’t want to abuse that kindness. But this is a special occasion. After he’s padded out of the room, she slides the medical scanner out of her pocket and places it on his side of the bed.

A few minutes later, Davarax comes back with two plates. “Food for my love. And I brought some sweets for dessert too. Might as well make it a proper meal when we’re dining in bed.” He hands her one of the plates with flourish.

She leans up and gives him a kiss, which he is very pleased to accept, and waits as he circles the bed to get in on his side.

Davarax frowns a little when he sees something in his way, reaches down and picks it up so he can settle in his spot again. “This yours?” He holds it out to her.

Sighing, Dulsissia fails to hold back a smile. “Look at it.”

He studies the device but the numbers on the screen doesn’t make sense to him. Davarax glances over at her again, now a little worried. “A medical scanner? You’re not sick, are you?”

She shakes her head, losing the battle against a bubbling laugh. “No. Look at it, silly.”

Davarax looks again. “I’m looking, but what am I supposed to…” Finally the information on the screen makes sense to him and what it means. His gaze snaps back at her. The plate in his other hand is completely forgotten. “Y-you’re…? Are you…?”

Taking a bite of her food, Dulsissia nods and her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “I’m pregnant.” It’s almost funny how happy she is with this fact. After Corin was born, the mere thought of having another baby offended Dulsissia after she had come to realize that was the only reason why Macero wanted her. But that was in the past. Things are so very different now.

Davarax nearly drops his plate, only his quick reflexes prevents him from spilling it all over the bed. He cautiously, but as quickly as possible, places his plate on the night-stand so he can hold on to the medical scanner with both hands, reading the information once again. “You… You’re sure?”

“You’re looking at the evidence, mister. I scanned ten minutes ago.” She takes another bite, endlessly amused by the whirlwind of emotions visibly rushing through him. He keeps wobbling back and forth between intense happiness, paralysing fear and blind excitement. It is so painfully sweet to see how much he wants this. “Breathe, baby.” Dulsissia advices.

Davarax gulps down some air, then puts the scanner aside and turns all of his focus on her. “Are… are you okay? Do you need me to do anything? What do I do?”

Laughing a little, even more charmed by him being so uncharacteristically clumsy and helpless, Dulsissia glances over at him. “I thought Mandalorians were experts on children. They didn’t teach you about how this is going to work?”

Davarax hesitates and then he reaches out and touches her hand. “Sort of, but all I care about is what you need me to do. Weapons and flowers, remember?”

Dulsissia feels the usual wave of warmth and adoration when Davarax is his sweet self and she curls her fingers around his. “I remember. And we’ll work this out as well.”

That seems to reassure him and his shoulders relaxes a little. Enough so that she lets go of his hand and goes back to eating. Maybe it is just knowing she’s pregnant again that makes her so hungry, but at least it is a very valid excuse to indulge.

Davarax is silent. Too silent.

After a while, Dulsissia has to laugh again as she realizes what he’s doing. He’s staring at her stomach. “There is nothing noticeable going on there quite yet. It’s too early. You’re going to have to be patient for a while before things get exciting for you.”

Davarax gives a tiny shake of his head. “This is already one of the most exciting things I’ve ever been a part of.” He looks like he’s about to say something more but loses courage.

“What?” Dulsissia asks, taking another bite of her food.

“Can I…?” He lifts his hand a little in a mute request.

Stars above, she loves this man more than she thought was possible. Dulsissia lets out a soft laugh. “There’s nothing much to feel right now, like I said, but… if you want to, go ahead.”

Davarax inches closer, reaches out further and cautiously places his hand on her stomach, below her bellybutton. His hand is warm and so very careful and lingers there for a while. “Hey, you…” Davarax eventually says in a quiet voice, a little strained with emotion. “Welcome to the family.”

Dulsissia doesn’t make a sound as the first tears trail from her eyes, overwhelmed by how right this feels, how much she loves him and their unborn child and their beautiful family. This time, she knows, this time everything will be perfect.

-

When Dulsissia tells him, Corin is incredibly excited to become a big brother. Paz declares he’s mighty pleased their clan is growing, sounding like the adult he now looks like despite still not having enough years on his back to deserve that title in Dulsissia’s eyes, and the other Mandalorian youngsters eagerly agree with him. Davarax looks a little awkward when they start talking about how they can create a Covert of their own at the pace their clan is growing.

Half an eternity later, when the evening comes where she feels the first barely noticeable change, Dulsissia calls Davarax over and slides his hand over her stomach. She feels him shiver and he looks at her with breathless awe. She has to laugh and then kisses that look off his face.

A little over six standard weeks after that, Davarax feels the first curving before she notices herself, on a sleepy morning when he, as usual, runs his hand over her stomach.

Corin and the other boys hover near her with innocent curiosity and watch the development with bright fascination, while Raga and Zev’sonya stay a little more in the back and observe with cautious interest.

When Dulsissia really starts showing, that is the point where Davarax’ self-control starts slipping. He has tried his hardest to act normal, yet now he becomes downright clingy. Others might have gotten a bit annoyed with the man’s behaviour, but Dulsissia knows the sadness of going through this with someone who doesn’t care, who can’t even bother to be there, so she happily suffers through his tactile presence.

Dulsissia even has to hide tears one evening when he inches close, runs his hand over her stomach yet again and softly hums a Mandalorian lullaby to their restless child.

Then she gets even bigger and Dulsissia realizes she’d forgotten this part. She gets grouchy, her feet aches, her back aches, everything aches, she has to pee all the time, she can barely get up if she does the mistake of sitting down, she can’t sleep like she wants to, and Dulsissia decides the thought of delivering the child isn’t all that bad if she can just get back to normal, please!

It is all worth it when the time comes after seven hours of hard work and sweet, sweet pain killers, and Dulsissia gets to meet her daughter as she’s placed in her arms.

She is absolutely beautiful and perfect in every way and so very, very loved!

Looking up at Davarax by her side, Dulsissia is both crying and laughing at once. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Davarax, pale as a sheet, nods with a look of awe on his face.

Allowing herself another moment of holding their child, admiring her, kissing her, Dulsissia makes herself look up at Davarax again. “You want to hold her?”

To her surprise, he hesitates and looks like he’s about to take a step away. Catching himself, Davarax remains where he is and tries to remember how to speak. “I… Are you sure?”

Laughing a little, Dulsissia is far too exhausted to untangle the mystery of his mind at the moment. “Of course I’m sure. She’s your daughter too.”

“It’s just…” Davarax reaches out a cautious hand only to withdraw it before he can actually touch the wailing baby. “I don’t know how. I mean, I don’t want to hurt her. I-I’ve never held a baby before. She’s so tiny, Dulcy.”

“She’s tougher than you think.” Dulsissia replies, then turns a little to make it easier for him to pick up the baby. “Support her head, careful with the neck, like that, yeah… Perfect.” She leans back, exhausted and strangely enough a bit hungry, but for the time being she is satisfied to just take in the sight of her husband and their child connecting.

“Hello, ik’aad.” Davarax looks nervous, awkward and absolutely devastated by the intense adoration he feels for the still screaming bundle in his arms. The baby really do look tiny in his embrace, fragile even, but that doesn’t prevent her from aimlessly raising her tiny fist in what looks to be a threat.

Mandokarla from the birth.

Dulsissia sees how tears well up in Davarax’ eyes and he leans down to place a feather-light kiss on the baby’s head.

-

Corin is staring wide-eyed at the baby and eagerly reaches out when his mother eases her over into his arms.

“Say hello to your new sister.” Dulsissia says in a quiet voice, hoping not to wake the sleeping baby.

Din hovers over Corin’s right shoulder and reaches out to ever so gently run his fingers over the dark tufts of hair on her head. “She’s cute.”

“So tiny…” Paz observes, hovering over Corin’s left shoulder, sounding a bit worried.

“She’ll get bigger, idiot.” Barthor mutters, tilting his helmet as he studies the baby too.

“Are… are you okay?” Raga asks Dulsissia while the boys block the view to the new arrival.

Smiling, reaching out a hand and curling her fingers around Raga’s when she takes it, Dulsissia gives her a reassuring nod. “I’m fine, baby. Corin gave me a lot more trouble than this one.”

Corin blinks and looks up to focus on her for a moment. “I did?”

Dulsissia nods. “Yeah, you were not inclined to come out to greet the world. It took over two days to persuade you.”

“Two days?” Raga blurts out, with no small amount of horror.

“It sounds worse than it was.” Dulsissia reassures her. “Without the pain meds I’m sure it would have been a nightmare, but with them, it’s mostly just uncomfortable and boring.”

“Two days and you still decided to have another child?” Davarax asks from where he is hovering in the background.

“Well, yeah.” Dulsissia shrugs. The amount of joy her son has given her was well worth it. And without him she would never have broken free from her golden cage, so, no, she had not hesitated to do it all over again. Her daughter is already worth it too. “Zev. Baby. Come say hello. Don’t just hide over there.” She waves the Twi’lek over and fails to see everyone there stare at her with the kind of awe saved for the most impressive of Mandalorian warriors.

They call the baby Nemi.

[sekceesimps]

A Rose Made of Chains Ch 5

a/n Hey Simps! Very very sorry about the delay between 4 and 5. School actually sucks and makes me cry every night so I haven’t had time to write. Hopefully I can get 6 and 7 out within this week. Very sorry once again. 

sincerely, Coffee 🥵

Part 1:   teaser,    Ch 1,     Ch 2,     Ch 3  

Part 2:  teaser,   Ch 4,  Ch 6,   Ch 7

A soulmate AU chapter fic of Kurapika (Aged Up) and Reader who was kidnapped by the Phantom Troupe

You had remained meekly in your room desperately trying to think of a plan. You had to not only find a way to get into the hunter museum showing, but also somehow take the blade from a secure holding area. You wanted to curl up and die. No one said anything about the repercussions of failing, but you knew from Machi’s words that if you did fail you would probably be thrown back to where you were. The thought of being killed crossed your mind, but you weren’t exactly keen on dying anytime soon. You had just gotten a taste of freedom, you were not eager to lose it easily. The knowledge that you could keep the little privileges you had is what thrust you into developing the complex strategy to retrieve the spider’s desired blade. 

When your pink haired partner came into your room, you had finally prepared your plan.

“Hey, are you ready,” she asked as she plopped down beside you on the bed.           

You nod simply and begin with asking her about her nen ability. You were reluctant to tell her about your own, but you wanted to know what you would have to work with. She went into a little detail about her nen stitches but you had gotten a good idea of their use. 

The prospect of using her nen to harm others left a vile taste in your mouth, but you simply ignored it. Silently vowing to not hurt or let her hurt anyone on this mission. You informed her of your plans. You would be using your manipulation of the shadows to cloak yourselves when entering the museum crawling with hunters. From there the two of you should be able to blend in and grab the blade as long as you two kept collected appearances. If worse came to worst then you would have to hope that you two could fight your way out. 

The true nature of your nen is something you barely touched on in your spiel, hoping to keep what little privacy you had to yourself. She agreed to the plan and the two of you set out on your journey.

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The drive to the museum had been fun. Your partner was a carefree person as she drove the two of you towards the mission. She had cracked jokes, making fun of the different troupe members you had met. Her demeanor was lighthearted and you couldn’t help but look at her and admire how attractive she was. Which is why it surprised you so much when she started flirting with you. In all honesty, you don’t consider yourself hot or someone desirable. All you can do is smile and flush red when she comments about how adorable your laugh is and how stunning you are. You decided that you felt almost comfortable with her. This ride solidified your admiration and attraction to her. You almost forgot that you were being held hostage and fighting for your life.

Coming to your destination felt quick, so when she parked the car you immediately perked up and felt ready. Your plans were now coming to fruition and you were eager to prove yourself. As you prepared to exit the sleek car, Machi had pulled you back by tugging at your shirt. 

“Whoa there, Y/N. Where do you think you’re going dressed like that. We’re going to a fancy gallery you can’t go in like that. As stunning as you are, this is a black tie event,” she paused and smiled at your blushing face. 

“I may have forgotten about that tiny detail,” you mumbled out, embarrassed. 

“I anticipated that, which is why I brought outfits for us,” she continued. Great move, Y/N, already failing and you’ve barely even started. You grin sheepishly as she reaches into the back and pulls out a bag. “You can change in the bathroom over there. I’ll get ready here.” 

You unzip the bag and look at the outfit she had chosen for you. It was a F/C gown/suit (whichever you’d like more) that complimented every feature of yours. The fabric was soft and breathable, you were truly amazed at it’s craftsmanship. Noticing your awe, she smiled with pride at her foresight of picking that out for you. You grab it and quickly dart towards the bathroom in the area she had parked. 

When you had come back to the car moments later in that stunning outfit it made Machi’s jaw drop. She wasn’t one that really showed much emotion, but goddamn your gorgeous body being accentuated by that outfit stunned her. If you weren’t already claimed by Chrollo she might have made a move on you at that moment. 

“Holy shit, Y/N. You look amazing in that. You’d look great in less, but hey I’m not complaining.” she couldn’t help praising you. You were just too good looking to not appreciate. If Chrollo wasn’t here to appreciate you, the least she could do was do it for him. Your face flushing pink never failed to make her elated. Yes, she could clearly see now why he wanted you as his own. 

“Thanks! You look great too, Machi,” you reply. Trying to hide how your eyes analyzed her own champagne shaded dress and how it clung to her in all the right ways. “Let’s go!” you announce as you let your aura increase and surround you. 

She analyzed your steady moves as you let the lack of light in the empty parking lot encase the two of you. “As long as you stay right next to me and use zetsu, we should both be undetectable. To everyone else, we just seem like a background.” you informed her, “don’t touch anyone and we should be alright,” she nods and presses herself closer to you. A little unnecessarily close but she smelled nice so you allowed it. 

Surprisingly, you had kept up your aura and shadow manipulation all the way into the museum. It was exciting to pass by pro-hunters, close enough to touch if they reached out, with them being blissfully unaware of your presence. When you two had reached a point that was semi-empty, you released your aura and let the two of you be seen again. You had told her that all she was meant to do now was stay with everyone and make sure that the guards were not close to you as you went into the backroom and took the knife using your nen again. In all honesty, you knew this mission could have been done with just you. It suited your abilities perfectly, pure stealth. However, you were also aware that they didn’t trust you and needed someone to babysit. Fair, if you were being honest. You still felt quite drained and tired after only using a small amount of your power. As the two of you parted ways, you drifted into the sea of people and made your way to the storage room with the exhibits. 

Getting the blade was a piece of cake. You put up your shadows, slipped behind the guards, and then bypassed the small security around the knife. It was a simple looking item but you could sense the aura around it from the entrance of the building. You tucked it neatly into your outfit and left as easily as you had come. 

As you made your way back into the crowd, the thought of creeping out unnoticed kept nagging at you. After being in the base for so long, you knew the chance of escape was slim to none. Out here though, it was only one troupe member, and she seemed like she liked you well enough to trust you if you took a few extra minutes retrieving the blade. Your mind was screaming to just go while you could. A part of you was tugging you and making your heartache as if it was missing something big. The logical part of you also knew that they probably already knew what you were thinking and already took precautions against it. As nice as Machi was to you, you knew that she wouldn’t hesitate in taking you back by force. Then the punishment would be severe and you’d be in so much pain again. So you push down your aching heart and soul and push past people to look for your spider friend. 

You had found her by the bar and stirring a drink. She smiled at seeing you back. If she was being honest, she thought that you would run and she’d have to hunt you down like what Chrollo had told her to do. She was glad. This meant that you were settling in nicely. You hardly protest as she lightly grips your arm and wraps her own around your waist, as she leads you out of the museum, just as they were beginning to bring the artifacts out. Right in the nick of time. 

“Nice job! You’re going to make a great addition. Get some rest, you look tired,” she announces when you make your way back to the vehicle. You nod in agreement as you pull out the knife and put it in the seat next to you. With a final exhale of exhaustion you passed out in the back of the car as Machi drove you two back to the base. 

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She had nudged you awake and pushed you back into the hideout, allowing you a few moments to orient yourself and walk in. You carry yourself slightly more relaxed now. Of course, you weren’t at complete ease in a den of killers, but you were certain that they wouldn’t get rid of you tonight. Machi had told you that you could go back to your room and eat dinner as she took the knife and brought it to the troupe’s meeting. She had informed you that you were excused from it. 

You were glad at her forwardness. Being around two to three of these people at a time was fine, but the thought of being around the entirety of the spider made you shake in your shoes. As you sulked your way back to your room, thoughts of these people swam in your mind, drowning out any glimpse of a time before them, a time of true comfort. 

You had hardly realized that you had already made it into your room and into the shower of your private bathroom. You hardly remember sitting in the shower and letting the steaming hot water run over your body and wash away all the memories of what had just happened. It was a good warmth that let you forget what your future here would be like. When the water had started to make your skin prune and wrinkle, you decided that it was time to get out, as you turned the water off, wrapped yourself in a towel, and made your way back to the bed. 

It was surprising how you had gotten different styles of clothes placed into your drawers. Some shirts looked far too big, while others looked tiny. It was quite obvious that someone had just grabbed one of everything from the store and called it a day. Quite frankly, you didn’t mind as you grabbed a hoodie in your size and pulled it over your head. 

You lost track of time as you sort of just laid on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. You made sure to count and memorize every bump on it, a small sliver of satisfaction from the pure boredom nagging at your mind. The window allowed you to look at the landscape outside. Granted it was dark, but you could make out trees and greenery, nothing to tell you where you were though. You briefly entertained the idea of breaking the window and running into the forestry outside. 

The loud knocks at the door sharply broke you away from your brief thoughts of escape, as if a sign of fate telling you that it would be unsuccessful. For whatever reason, thinking of escape created painful shocks that numbed your brain. You sighed and got up, cracking open the door for whoever was interrupting you. 

He was standing there in the most casual way. He was still wearing the strange outfit from this morning, but his entire demeanor was different. It was friendly and lax, paired with a gleaming smile you couldn’t help but blush.  

“May I come in?” he asked politely. Ever the gentlemen. 

“Of course,” you respond and open the door wider for him to enter, giving him a smile in return.

It was unbeknownst to you how much he truly enjoyed seeing you smile. As he made his way into your room, you slyly take in his appearance now that he was in the better lighting of your room. He was so incredibly attractive. His hair was no longer slicked back, but looked more natural and loose, it meshed well with the eased look in his gray eyes. You realized that you hadn’t noticed the tattoo on his forehead before. You felt small in comparison to his striking beauty and powerful aura. His leaner physical appearance may have only been around 5’10”, but it felt as if he was so much greater. Come to think of it, why were all of the members that you had seen so far so attractive. Was being hot a requirement to be a spider? Why did they choose you then?

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even noticed that you were sitting beside Chrollo on your plush bed. He had pulled you out of your train of thought by asking you how you felt. 

“Hmm, fine, I guess,” you hummed at him. Unconsciously leaning towards him. You were beginning to feel how taxing using your nen ability had been. 

He must have taken note of this as he let you lean onto him, before wrapping his arms around you and laying down, with you laying half awake as the little spoon. You felt a little self conscious at his arms that were enfolding your waist and his hands laying on your stomach, your aura had started coming across as more anxious now. 

Quickly noticing this shift in mood, he let go and moved his arms up towards your shoulders, resting his hands around the crook of your neck. This was more bearable for you, you decided. You broke the calm silence first. 

“Chrollo,” you began quietly, almost hoping that he wouldn't hear you, “can we cuddle?” You felt stupid after asking such a ridiculous request. Why did you think asking the head of the spider to cuddle with you was smart. Now your only form of comfort here would leave. I’m such a dumbass you continued admonishing yourself. 

However, to your surprise he let out a low chuckle. God, his voice was so hot. “Of course, love”, he replied suavely and pulled you as close to himself as possible. “I’m so glad that you passed,” he continued murmuring sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. You found yourself turning around and facing him, nuzzling your face into his chest. This was… pleasant. It felt so familiar, but then again thinking of anything before being in that room with the man named Feitan made your stomach toss and turn. You ignored the passing feeling, trying to avoid any of the flashes of pain that you associated with trying to remember. 

“If you want, I can introduce you to the rest of the spiders tomorrow,” he mumbled into your hair. You only hum in response and bury your face into Chrollo’s chest again. He was so warm and his steady breaths with his calming heartbeat lull you easily to rest. As you fall deeper into the arms of peaceful sleep, images of a blonde who held you in the same position flashed by. 

a/n I’m kind of in love with Machi if you couldn’t tell 💀. Just to clear up some confusion, the reader is unaware that Chrollo and the Phantom Troupe massacred the Kurta Clan. This is a piece of information that Kurapika hadn’t revealed to her before she was taken. Anyways I hope you enjoyed it, please leave us some feedback! 

~I’ve also never written a scene like this before, so I hope it was ok~

[whats-her-quirk]

How about Todoroki and 7 from fluff? -🦔

a/n: I’ve never written Todoroki except for headcanons until now and this is a shame. But honestly this dialogue is perfect for him, so good eye requesting this one, 🦔 anon. Hope you like the fluff.

"Please shut up. I can't stand how attractive your voice is." x shouto todoroki

When random selection paired you with Todoroki in the training exercise, you weren’t quite sure what to expect. For three years at UA, the two of you had spoken only rarely, and even then the conversations were awkward at best. He was so quiet at times, you didn’t know exactly what to say, or if your words were even getting through to him. Now that you were both training to be sidekicks for the same hero agency, you figured you’d have to learn how to work together once and for all.

To keep your skills sharp, the agency had set up a mock reconnaissance mission for the two of you, but you were instructed to take things as seriously as possible. While neither of your quirks were particularly useful for stealth, you decided this would be a great opportunity to get to know Todoroki better and show the agency heads that you could work well as a team.

The exercise was taking place at an abandoned shopping mall, and the two of you were sneaking around the upper level, looking down for your targets in the lobby below. Sliding up beside Todoroki, you spoke for the first time in several minutes. “Do you see anything?”

Todoroki slowed his pace. “No. Not yet.”

“Where do you think they hid it?”

“I don’t know.”

You ran your hand along the banister, your eyes scanning for the target. This was a big mall; it could be a while before you found it, and Todoroki’s answers were as short and monotone as ever. Maybe you needed to take a different approach and try and continue the conversation on your own.

“I’m glad we’re working together, Todoroki. It’s comforting to come into work and see a familiar face every day now that we’re out in the real world. And you know, it’s probably pretty helpful that we know a lot about each other’s quirks-”

Todoroki’s voice rang out into the empty mall, cutting you off. "Please shut up. I can't stand how attractive your voice is."

You snapped your mouth shut. Attractive? Did he really mean that? Since when did he find anything about you attractive?

Just as you were trying to make sense of what he’d said, Todoroki reached back and grabbed your hand. “I see the target, come on.” He raced toward the broken escalator, pulling you behind him with a tight grip on you with the warmer of his two hands.

Even when you arrived at the false target to collect the pretend “information,” for the exercise, Todoroki didn’t let go of your hand. If your eyes weren’t deceiving you, you thought you spied a slight blush on his cheeks.

But with the mission complete, your focus was solely on him. “Todoroki,” you asked, “did you mean what you said? That you think my voice is attractive.”

Suddenly, he let go of your hand, like he’d forgotten he was even holding it until that second. “I think everything about you is attractive,” he confessed, looking you dead in the eyes.

Now it was your turn to blush. Of course, you always knew Todoroki was handsome, and he’d only gotten more so as the two of you got older. But you never thought you had a chance with him. No one thought they did, because he never seemed interested in dating anyone. “Why didn’t you ever say anything until now?”

Todoroki looked down at his feet. “I was never any good at showing or talking about my feelings, but I’d like to get better. I thought I’d start with the talking part.”

You could help but giggle. “Well, pro tip: next time you want to tell a girl she’s pretty, don’t tell her to shut up first.”

Todoroki nodded. “You’re very pretty,” he said.

[fanatic-author]

Murder Is Not On The Agenda

Rating: T (swearing) Warnings: swearing Category: Gen Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia Relationships: Dabi & Shigaraki & Toga Language: English Words: 2,162 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Three villains go on an ice cream run in the middle of the night and absolutely nothing goes wrong. Yeah, right.

Read it here on AO3!

“Tomura, I think I’m dying.” Toga moaned where she lay spread out on the couch.  

“Shut the fuck up.” he replied, not even bothering to look at her. He had the electric fan, and everyone else could suck it.

“Tomura.” Dabi whined from his spot on the floor.

“What.”

“I think I’m dying.”  

“Sucks.”

The fact of the matter was, it was nearly 30 degrees and almost 11 o clock at night, which meant it was  hot  with no sign of cooling off anytime soon. And with 7 people sharing a space, it was getting unbearable.

“Shiggy, give me the fan. Kurogiri tell Shiggy it’s my turn with the fan!”

“Eat my ass, bitch.”

Compress was fanning himself with his mask; trench coat, top hat, and even balaclava removed in the intense heat. Spinner was no better, elaborate stain costume stashed somewhere not on his body in favor of as little clothing as possible. When questioned about why a  reptile  which was typically cold blooded had to  cool off , they were met with double fingers and a grumbled “I’m human underneath the scales.”  

The one probably faring the worst of all of them was Twice. He refused to take off his mask, and as such was gently being prodded by Kurogiri to periodically suck on ice cubes. The heat didn’t seem to have much an effect on the warper. Perks of being a living cloud, one supposed.  

“Shiggy do somethiiiiiiiiing.” Toga continued whining, one hand fanning herself and the other laying listlessly off the couch.  

“Do something? You want me to do something!? I don’t control the weather Toga! I don’t control the thermostat, or the pressure systems, or the tilt of the earth this time of the year!” he shouted.

“But you can control the tilt the rest of the year?” Dabi quipped, still lying vulnerable on the floor.  

This vulnerability was immediately exploited by Tomura who launched himself across the room to body slam Dabi, a surprised and breathless “OOF” leaving him. The two of them began rolling around the floor, slapping and pinching the other, but they quickly fell apart in the overwhelming heat.  

“I think I would give my left nut for that Todoroki kid’s ice quirk right about now.” Spinner said from his spot near the window, raising many questions regarding reptiles and nuts no one wanted to ask.  

Dabi twitched but it was Toga who said “Man, I bet he can make ice cream whenever he wants!”  

“That sounds like a hassle.” replied Spinner.

“What?”

“Making ice cream. Way easier to go buy some.”  

“How?”  

Dabi, Tomura, and Spinner all simultaneously replied “Money can be exchanged for goods and services.” Compress pinched his nose. Twice groaned in overheating agony.  

“Maybe you should participate in our stimulating economy” Kurogiri said “and fetch the rest of us some ice cream.”

“You don’t even feel the heat.” retorted Tomura, but Toga and Dabi had already gotten to their feet, and compress was rifling through his wallet for what bills he had on hand.  

“Get me an ice cream, none of that popsicle crap.” He said, giving Tomura the cash.  

“Screw you.”

In the end it was only Tomura, Dabi, and Toga going because Twice was still too hot, Spinner argued he’d attract too much attention, and Compress was paying. Kurogiri made them walk because he was an ass, according to Tomura.  

“We would attract so much attention if we warped to the 7-11 in the middle of the night.” Dabi pointed out “Like, they would call All Might out of retirement just to beat our ass.”  

“I’d take him.” Tomura deadpanned.  

“If you saw All Might’s emaciated form, you’d piss your pants running.”  

It had been like this for the last fifteen minutes they’d spent walking in the muggy heat to nearest 24-hour convenience store, which when you were hiding from any and all levels of law enforcement, was not anywhere near where they lived. Whenever the conversation seemed to slow down, Toga interjected with just enough barb to get the argument rolling again.  

“Fuck, marry, kill: All Might, Endeavor, Hawks”  

“Kill all 3.” Tomura replied.  

Toga stuck out her tongue at him “You’re no fun. Dabi?”

“Kill Endeavor, fuck Hawks, marry All Might. He’d treat me right.”  

Toga swooned “Oh he would, wouldn’t he? Always coughing up blood...”  

Tomura murmured “freak” under his breath, with only a teaspoon of malice. The three of them entered 7-11, identities hidden from the cameras (and prone to panicking cashiers) under face masks.

“Cuz this isn’t suspicious as all hell” Dabi muttered under his breath “Spinner should have had to come.”  

The argument had been made that either spinner should have to come or Dabi should be allowed to stay, but Kurogiri insisted on adult supervision for the other 2, no matter Tomura was probably the oldest of the three of them, but he didn’t count because he was Tomura. Dabi had that kind of face that one would assume is older than it actually was, probably because of the horrific scar tissue.  

The three of them gathered around the cooler, bills in hand, staring down the various cool treats.  

“This is all gonna be melted by the time we get back anyway.” Toga pointed out.  

Tomura said “Well the rest of them should have thought of that before giving us their money. Just grab whatever you want.” He proceeded to do so, plucking ice cream cones and popsicles from their icy shelves. Dabi wandered over to the slushy machine.  

Toga grabbed a misshapen SpongeBob popsicle for herself, Tomura despite knowing it was a waste had grabbed three ice creams and one popsicle (for compress), Dabi was currently filling an extra-large slushy. None of the 3 paid particularly close attention to the overhead door bell jingling.  

They  did  however, begin paying attention at the obnoxious voices that had made their way inside.  

“Alright! Uraraka you are on candy duty, Kirishima! Retrieve the slushies! Midoriya, here is the ice cream list, and I shall get chips! Does everyone else have their lists? Reconvene here once you have gotten everything, or close alternatives if the first option is not available!”  

There were various sounds of assent and agreement, which were largely missed by the two villains, too busy shitting their pants.  

“What? How?” Toga whispered, already dropped to a crouch behind the cooler.  

“I don’t know! Shut up!” Tomura hissed back, crouched behind Toga., the various treats shoved in his pockets. He had no qualms using her as a meat shield if spotted.

“Where’s Dabi?”

“He went to the slushy machine.”  

They both peered around the cooler to look where Dabi had gone. Where’d he’d standing instead sat a lone, spilt, extra-large slushy.  

“Oh my god they killed Dabi.” Toga whispered.  

Tomura nodded in agreement “Well, let’s cut our losses and get out of here.”  

“Man, fuck you guys.”  

Both Tomura and Toga shrieked as Dabi came up behind them, and then immediately shushed the other. Unfortunately for the three villains hiding behind an ice cream cooler in a 7-11 in the middle of the night, stealth was not their forte. Quite frankly, not much was.  

A nearby voice, rapidly getting louder, asked “Did you guys hear that?”  

Neither of the three villains waited for their nemesis, one Midoriya Izuku aka the second coming of All Might himself to find them. Toga dashed to hide behind the shelves of snacks in the center of the store. Tomura and Dabi weighed their options, but the prospect of getting blown through a wall at Mach 3 had them quickly following.  

Toga stood crouched in the beef jerky aisle, with the sound of The Uglier Sonic only one aisle over.

“We. Need. To. Get. Out. Of. Here.” Tomura bit, out as quietly as possible.  

“I vote we use Toga as bait.”  

“ Hey!”  

Tomura shushed them both, all three of them listening to see if their conversation had attracted any unwanted attention.  

“... and 3 bags of sour cream and onion, one of ketchup, and one of... Excuse me, Midoriya? Do you happen to know of the flavor “Chungus?” Kaminari requested a big bag of... why are you laughing?”  

Dabi looked like he was going to have a stroke trying to contain his laughter.  

“I love those stupid kids.” he said.  

“Yeah, that’s why we’re trying to kill them.” Toga agreed.  

Dabi looked to Tomura “So what’s the plan, boss? Light, and run?”  

He shook his head “No, no way. I’m not dealing with these snot-nosed brats today. I just want to go home, and bitch about the heat some more. Murder was not, and is still not, on the agenda.”  

Dabi carefully extinguished the blue flame in his hand “Ok, but we still need a way out.”  

“Alright, boy wonder is at the ice cream cooler, Dwayne Johnson is at the slushy machine, Glinda is grabbing candy 3 aisles over, and we’re less than 2 feet from a speeding bullet. Anything in our way between us and the door?”  

“No.” Dabi answered, right as Toga said “Yes.”  

“What?”  

Wordlessly she pointed, and there standing just outside the door was the worst one yet. Their homeroom teacher. Of course the kids couldn’t just go anywhere they liked off campus in the middle of the night, they had to be accompanied. He was probably making sure no one got in the store to hurt them.  

“If this was an assassination attempt, we’d be killing it right now.” Dabi said.  

Toga said “Ha. Pun.”  

Tomura wanted to pull his hair out “We’re never this successful when we’re actually trying, what gives?”  

The three of them put their heads together.  

“Think they’ll give me a nicer cell if I sell you two out?” Dabi had a hand on his chin in contemplation.

Tomura hit him.  

“I think stabbing is a viable solution.”

“I think one or more heroes is going to be scraping you off their knuckles if you try.”

“What if we got you to a wall? Make us a hole, then make a run for it?”  

Tomura nodded “I could do it.”  

The three of them began creeping towards the far end of the aisle, closest to an outer wall, when a large yelp, and a crashing sound made the three of them jump. Toga actually startled so hard she hit the shelf behind her, making a frankly impressive amount of noise considering. Thankfully it was drowned out by the sounds of alarm coming from the other occupants of the store.  

“Ow...”  

“Kirishima! are you alright?”  

“Yeah, I slipped in some...”  

“I’m coming!”  

Then there was the familiar sound of engines revving, and then a  very  impressive crashing sound, followed by two pained cries this time.  

“Dude, why?” one groaned.  

“I apologize, I did not see the slushy on the ground.” The other moaned.  

The front door bell chimed rather aggressively as the front door slammed open, a very menacing aura entering that had each person in that store reconsidering every decision that brought them there in that moment.  

“What. Is. Going. On. Here?” A gruff voice asked, belonging none other than to one pissed off Eraserhead, a voice every villain in the league was familiar with by this point. It usually precluded getting your ass kicked.

All the students gathered around their fallen friends and began clamoring to explain themselves at once, voices shouting and pointing out facts and telling wildly outlandish tales of sabotage slushies on the ground. The volume of the group rose and rose as each member tried to talk over the other.  

“Well that was easy. See ya, suckers.” Dabi said, dashing from his point of cover and out the door.  

Toga quickly followed, and Tomura hesitated but as the group remained quite thoroughly distracted, he soon followed as well. No one inside noticed the three villains taking off in to the night.  

“Holy shit!” Toga laughed outrageously, now several blocks from the convenience store, and lavishing in her nearly lost freedom. She jumped off the sidewalk, running around with her arms spread in malicious joy.  

“Just so you guys know, I wouldn’t have actually sold you out for a better cell. Just so we’re clear.”  

“Shut up while you’re ahead, Dabi”

Toga howled in joy “and I didn’t even have to pay for my ice cream!” She pulled out her SpongeBob popsicle, ripping the wrapper off to expose the misshapen face that was supposedly a cartoon character. She plopped it in her mouth with a satisfied hum.  

“Oh my god.” Tomura stuck his own hands in his pockets, pulling out the treats he’d shoved in there when this all began.  

“Oh, hell yeah!” Dabi plucked one of the packaged ice cream cones from his hand. Tomura didn’t even fight him for it, ripping open his own ice cream treat and digging in.  

He couldn’t help chuckling “Those heroes helped us rob a convenience store.”  

Dabi nodded “This is the best day of my life.”  

[rachelsheart]

10 Signs You’re a Shaman & Don’t Know It

As I feel indebted to the shamans who saw themselves in me and helped me understand why I have always felt like I don’t belong in mainstream medicine, the intention of this article is to respectfully honor the shamanic tradition, and not to violate it in any way.

Because modern culture doesn’t have a role for the shamanic archetype, many people who grow up outside indigenous villages are shamans and don’t know it. Many naturally wind up in overtly healing professions, such as medicine, psychology, or life coaching. But some wind up in professions where they may feel like they don’t fit in at all. Even those who enter the healing professions may feel out of place, because the systems of Western medicine and psychology leave little room for a shaman to practice his or her natural healing art. But many will wind up in various forms of sacred activism, healing the planet, for example, rather than healing people.

Are you a shaman and you don’t know it? Here are some telltale signs that you might fit the archetype.

1. You sense that you’re meant to participate in the global shift in consciousness that is currently underway.

We can all feel it, this impending shift that New Agers have talked about for decades. But those with the shamanic archetype don’t just feel it, they feel it pulling them, like a magnet, towards leadership positions that help facilitate this transformation of human consciousness and evolution of the species.

2. You’ve been through a difficult initiation, which has prepared you for this leadership role.

In indigenous cultures, the village knew who the shaman was because he or she was struck by lightning and survived. In modern culture, you may not literally be struck by lightning, but you may have survived some other life or heart-threatening ordeal. You may have experienced childhood abuse, sexual violence, a near-death experience, or some other trauma that put you through the crucible and forged you into the healing earth shaman you are becoming.

3. You are an introvert.

Shamans are multi-dimensional beings who dance between the realms of the seen and unseen worlds, so if you’re of the shamanic archetype, you may have a hard time navigating the 3D realms of this dimension, which may cause you to withdraw into yourself so you can visit the realms of consciousness where you feel most at home.

4. You feel most at home in nature.

The shamans of a culture are the bridges between nature and humans, serving as translators between the mountains, oceans, rivers, animals, and people. You may sense that nature is talking to you or that you get your most tuned in downloads when you are surrounded by the natural world.

5. You’re very sensitive.

You may feels things others don’t feel, see things others don’t see, hear things others don’t hear, smell things others don’t smell, and sense things others don’t sense. This may make it hard for you to be out in public, where you may feel accosted by over-stimulation of your senses. If you embody the shamanic archetype, it’s likely that you’re the kind of person others may feel is “too sensitive.” But this sensitivity is a blessing. It’s part of your gift.

6. You feel a sort of spiritual calling to ease the suffering of people, animals, and nature.

Many health care providers are called to medicine the way priests are called to the priesthood. But you don’t have to be a health care provider to have the shamanic archetype. It may transmute itself into healing service to animals, sacred activist causes, or conservation of Mother Earth.

7. Physical ailments that fall under the category of “shaman sickness.”

In the indigenous cultures, shamans who have been called to service but haven’t yet said “yes” to the call often wind up struck with physical ailments. In modern culture, these shamanic sicknesses may fall into difficult to treat categories like chronic fatigue syndrome, fibromyalgia, chronic Lyme disease, chronic pain disorders, and autoimmune disorders. Acceptance of the call to shamanic service often resolves the symptoms of shaman sickness. If you’re suffering from one of these illnesses, ask yourself, “Am I a shaman who hasn’t said yes to my calling yet?”

8. You tend to have vivid dreams.

The unseen realm may be communicating with you through your dreams, so try analyzing your dreams. Pay particular attention to any animal totems that may appear in your dreams. Google search the animal and “spirit totem” and see if you can find any messages from the animals in your dreams. Or try a Jungian analysis, like the one described here.

9. You may discover unusual spiritual superpowers, or what the yogis call “siddhis.”

You might be psychic. You might get healing visions like the one in my previous post about the meeting of Western medicine and Shamanism. You might realize that you can heal people with your hands or that you can telepathically communicate with animals, people, or even inanimate objects.

10. You’ve always felt like you don’t quite belong anywhere, because you are a bridge.

Shamans tend to live on the outskirts of the village for a reason. They are not like the others – and this is a blessing! In village life, this is understood and recognized. But in the modern world, it may leave those with the shamanic archetype feeling like they don’t ever fit in. But don’t despair. You DO fit in. Your role is essential. You may find that you fit in best with others who share this shamanic archetype. Among your fellow shamans, you will feel like you are with family.

Embrace Your Bridge Work

Because shamans are always operating between worlds, you may find that you’re connecting mainstream culture and the culture that wants to be born in the new consciousness, and this may feel uncomfortable, as if you don’t quite fit in. When I realized that I am a bridge between mainstream medicine and the new world of medicine that is being co-created by others who share the shamanic archetype, it brought me such a profound sense of relief! This relief is shared by the health care providers who participate in the Whole Health Medicine Institute, which I founded for doctors and other stealth shamans. If you’re one of those bridge workers, please know that you belong with all the other stealth shamans in this program, designed to merge medicine and spirituality, and we’re enrolling for the 2016 class now.

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Hi there! I am someone who if given the option can read books all day, without even sleeping. I love binging on TV shows, with Game of Thrones being my favorite (duh!). Apart from that, I am passionate about writing and can write anytime and anywhere.

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Five Ways Carl Jung Led Us to the “Inner Life”

Five Ways Carl Jung Led Us to the “Inner Life”

Lying behind much of the way we talk about the inner life today is the work of the Swiss psychologist C. G. Jung. He revolutionized how we discuss dreams and archetypes and gave us our words “introvert,” “extravert” and “synchronicity.” However, what made him a true psychological pioneer was that he looked inside himself in a way that is still unique today.

#1) Dreams

From earliest beginnings of human civilization, we have considered dreams a doorway to the soul. Jung saw that they showed us parts of ourselves that were being rejected by our waking consciousness: strengths unexpressed and shadow figures run amok; qualities that we were missing about ourselves; and desires that we’d rather not acknowledge. The mission of dreams was to balance us, to compensate for our often one-sided attitude toward life and lead us to integrate what we need for health and growth. We know today that dreams can have messages for us that are not only psychologically relevant, but even biologically urgent, relaying information about illness. Jung introduced the term “wholeness” to describe the aim of the unconscious: the further filling out of ourselves; an increasing completeness in the unique being that we are.

#2) Personality Types

Jung saw the differing pathways in our personalities. He observed that some people got energy from interacting with people, while others were drained by it. Introvert or extravert, intuitive or sensate, thinking or feeling; he described these differing forms as Psychological Types and they led to today’s MBTI categories. In normalizing different kinds of personality, Jung helped us to get over our natural biases against other types.

While he recognized variety in human personality, Jung believed that there was no one-size-fits-all approach to therapy. He saw each individual as having a unique blueprint for growth, an untold inner story, and he knew – from his own experience – that one man’s medicine is another’s poison.

“The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.” – C. G. Jung

#3) Archetypes

Jung also saw that the unconscious sometimes conveys information beyond the personal. He saw that the dreams of his patients sometimes echoed mythological motifs from far-flung foreign cultures. He saw the action of peoples’ lives following forms depicted in Greek tragedy. He discovered ancient, even timeless, pathways that energy flowed into: toward some things and away from others, attracted to some things, repulsed by others. This level of the psyche is beyond the personal and Jung called it the collective unconscious.

“I thought of Jung as a noetic archeologist, [he] provided maps of the unconscious.” – Terence McKenna

The collective unconscious shows us eternal, dynamic qualities in our nature: they are alive and timeless. One of these archetypes is our inner opposite sex figure and soul guide–what Jung called the Anima or Animus. We encounter it both in our dreams and when just the right person walks up to us and we fall in love at first sight. Even though we experience this figure through others, but it is ultimately up to us to integrate it for ourselves.

Once we’ve learned to recognize these archetypes, we see them throughout classic literature and film and even in modern sitcoms. However, we may not really discover them for ourselves until we’ve been battered and bruised and are wondering how we got into this mess (again). Usually we need a little help to gain sight of these figures in our own lives.

“You don’t see something until you have the right metaphor to let you perceive it.” – Robert Stetson Shaw

#4) Synchronicity

Jung’s psychology is only really understood when it is a lived experience, and nothing exemplifies this more than the mystery of synchronicity. Jung coined the term synchronicity to refer to extraordinary moments when outer happenings reflect inner states. What we see in such a coincidence of events is a meaningful interplay alive in our reality. The notion that there’s a deeper principle actually operating in the world can be frightening to people from a culture that believes that it’s the only conscious force in the universe. Yet at the same time, discovering that there’s more going on can be experienced as a profound relief. In order to get through our resistance to such experiences, it helps to hear others’ stories and share our own (and you can do so here). Incorporating the meaning of these experiences for ourselves requires something authentic from us – a real inner change, the genuine achievement of a new attitude.

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Dangerous

A/N: Hey all, it’s been awhile, but I’m back. Like most of my Marvel writings, this completely ignores a lot of canon. Marked as gender neutral, let me know if you think I’m wrong.

Genre: fluff

Warning: maybe a curse or light violence?

Word count: 3300

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You can tell how much danger someone is to you, but you’re sure that ability is wrong when you meet Bucky Barnes.

Masterlist

You had worked at SHIELD for several years before it came crashing down, and with shadier organizations before that. When SHIELD dissolved and everyone found a new job, you took a step back. You believed in Captain America and the Avengers enough that before disappearing, you made sure they could contact you should they need you. Your skill set was very similar to that of the Black Widow: stealth, weapons, seduction, etc. You simply had one extra ability that most didn’t even know about. You were able to see how dangerous people were to you. While as a child, it had simply confused you to be surrounded by other kids with little number 2’s or 1’s above their heads, you figured it out as you went along. You originally believed that you could see how dangerous someone was, but when you befriended another assassin and saw her number to be too low for how deadly you knew her to be, you discovered the specifics. Some people, though incredibly dangerous in the abstract, posed little to no danger to you, which you quickly realized.  

This skill was only disclosed to a select few higher ups in whatever organization you were working for. It was an ability that had prepared you for a betrayal often days or weeks in advance. However helpful this was to you, it did not necessarily aid a team, which left you to solo work most of your career. You simply joined the fight when you were needed for your other skills. When Captain America called you in to help him track his best friend the Winter Soldier, you were there. You never joined the fight against Tony Stark, as you didn’t feel it was your place. Your only mission was to aid Bucky Barnes to safety and help that he desperately needed. 

Once the Avengers fixed themselves a little bit, you stayed with them at the compound, hidden away and not attracting attention. After all, you were still semi-retired, but you were about as successful as Clint with that. When you met most of the Avengers, you weren’t shocked by their numbers, though some impressed you. Often the first meeting with someone displayed their true level of danger before it shifted towards you, and each of the heroes had a massive value that quickly decreased as you got to know them. Clint and Natasha were already familiar with you, though you remembered their numbers being around 7 for the first few months of knowing them. Steve was also a 7 in the beginning. Wanda presented an impressive 9, and perhaps the most shocking of all was Tony at a 10. He was the first 10 you had ever seen, and it confused you to no end until you watched him work in his lab and talk strategy. Perhaps Tony wasn’t the most powerful, but you knew his brain made up for that tenfold, and you knew he would do anything to protect his family. All of these people were wary of you when they first met you, but they each warmed up to your dry humor and quiet comfort fairly quickly. By the third month living in the tower, none of them were above a 4. 

In your early months staying with the team, Bucky was nowhere to be seen. You had met the man, in a way, but only after he had been brainwashed and was in full Winter Soldier mode. That man was an 8, and you knew it was because he was practically a machine, with no empathy or mercy for his opponent. About 5 months into your stay, he finally came into the tower, shadowing Steve like a child hiding behind their mother. Tony shook his hand, and everyone else gave him hesitant, but encouraging, smiles. You were almost left speechless at the number above Bucky’s head. The only times you had ever seen a 0 was when you saw a baby. And yet, here was this man that towered over nearly everyone else, a wall of muscle, and he posed absolutely no danger to you. Some part of you was touched by that, the fact that even though he was designed to kill, he was essentially harmless. 

The only other person in the tower that knew about your ability was Wanda. Partly because she was similarly weird, and partly because she could read minds. No one else around you could tell what was happening, but Wanda glanced over at you with a raised brow. You were sure your eyes were wide and you were sort of staring at him, but it was hard to help it. You finally looked away when he glanced at you, beautiful blue eyes on display. You didn’t know how to handle this information. 

After the awkward introductions, everyone returned to their normal activities. Wanda grabbed your arm and hauled you towards her room.

“Was that true?” Wanda asked the moment she was sure you were alone. All you could do was nod, dumbstruck. How does a grown man like that not pose any danger to you at all? It didn’t make any sense at all and you didn’t know what to do about it. 

You were sure the numb panic showed in your eyes because Wanda set a soothing hand on your shoulder. “Why are you so freaked out by this?”

You look away before looking her in the eye. “What if this means that my powers don’t work? Or does it mean that man is so broken that he can’t hurt anyone? Is it only for me? And why would it just be me?” You were asking rhetorical questions faster than she could reassure you, so she finally slapped a hand over your mouth. 

“Calm down, Y/N. Maybe all of that is true and maybe it’s all wrong, but worrying about it won’t help you at all.” Wanda continued to soothe you, and if she maybe used some magic to lull you into a calmer state, then who could blame her?

-- 

You were certain your powers didn’t work anymore when you watched Bucky in battle. He tried to avoid missions as much as you did, but sometimes people with specific skill sets were needed. For example, this particular mission you were on with him, along with Barton and Romanoff, required four people designed for stealth who could defend themselves if push came to shove. You were infiltrating some base of some crazy scientists who thought they were smarter than Tony Stark, with the task of retrieving files and data about their work and taking out anyone you encountered. 

As you were used to being a solo agent, you didn’t often rely on teammates or pay much attention to them. However, since the day you met him, you couldn’t not pay attention to Bucky Barnes. As you each crept towards the building you were infiltrating, you glanced over at him, having become accustomed to checking if the 0 was there at all times. For such a large man, you were always impressed by his stealth. You shook your head and returned your focus to the task at hand. 

The mission went smoothly all the way until the end, when a guard noticed you and Natasha running from the building to the woods nearby. You didn’t even notice him until you heard a shot go off behind you. You turned in time to see Bucky come from behind him and swiftly take him down. As you watched him smoothly knock the man out, you studied the number as it stubbornly remained at 0. You let out a huff of frustration, waving off Natasha as she looked at you curiously. 

The boys made their way towards you both, joining you as you walked to the quinjet. You distractedly followed behind them, hardly noticing Bucky sidling up next to you. You’re off in your own head until you hear him softly speak. You whip your head towards him, shocked at his attention toward you, a first in the time you’ve known him.

“Are you okay?” It takes you a moment to realize that he just wants to make sure that you hadn’t been injured when the guard fired his gun. You nodded mutely at him, not wanting to startle him by responding overenthusiastically. You didn’t know him well, but you knew enough not to scare him off. He gave a miniscule smile before facing forward once more. 

You couldn’t stand the silence for too long, so you had to say, “Thank you for taking care of that guy for us, by the way.” He nodded in acknowledgement.

“What are teammates for?” You sent a smile his way before letting the silence settle as you all climbed into the jet. You couldn’t help but return to your thoughts he had interrupted. You were pretty sure your powers were broken, but there was a possibility that the man really just posed no danger to you. You weren’t sure what to make of either option, so you sat back, glancing around at your teammates, only to find Natasha watching you and Bucky glancing at you from time to time. 

--

Later that night in your room, after a lot of deliberation, you decided to try to make friends with Bucky. He seemed awfully sweet and you regretted not trying to yet. Whether your powers were correct or broken, you couldn’t see the harm in getting to know the man and showing him kindness he deserved after so long without. 

You didn’t bombard him with friendliness immediately, but you slowly began to settle into a place in his life. You sat next to him at meals, watched movies with him, spent free time silent together on a couch somewhere in the tower. The change was so slow and subtle that most people didn’t notice it, except for yourself, Steve, and Wanda. The other spies had realized too, but seemed much less inclined to mention it. 

Wanda pulled you aside one night to ask about it, seeming to worry about your powers and what might happen if they were wrong. You reassured her, having decided in your time getting closer to him that he might actually deserve that 0. She didn’t quite seem convinced, but the conviction coming from you was enough to calm her down. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her newest teammate, she just worried about you. 

Steve found you one morning drinking coffee alone in the kitchen. You gave him a small greeting smile before turning back to your phone. You assumed it would be a comfortable silence that you were used to with Steve in the mornings, so you were surprised when the man settled beside you and called your attention to him. You turned to look at him curiously. 

“I just wanted to… thank you, I guess, for spending time with Bucky.” Of course you had noticed that several of your teammates shied away from the man, but you didn’t see that as a reason to thank you for talking to him. “It’s just, you seemed nervous the first day he came by and I was worried no one would give him a chance. It’s nice to see him relax sometimes.”

You knew you didn’t have to tell Steve what had in a way led to your friendship with Bucky, but you wanted to. After all, he was your captain, and you trusted him fully. So you slowly explained your powers to him, before telling him that the reason you were nervous when meeting Bucky was that you had never seen anything like it before and you thought you were broken. “But then I talked to him and got to know him and realized that maybe my powers were working perfectly.” You shrugged, not sure how much to divulge to Bucky’s best friend. You weren’t going to pretend to yourself that you felt absolutely nothing for the man, but you also weren’t willing to admit it out loud yet. 

Steve set his hand on your shoulder and flashed you a smile. “Thank you for telling me. Do you mind if I ask why you haven’t told the team that you can do this?” He didn’t sound like he was accusing you, just curious. 

You sighed. “It only seems to work for my own personal safety, so I guess it seems stupid to tell my team that I have a power that can’t help them at all, and then if something bad happens that I couldn’t warn them about because I didn’t see it, it’s on me.” You didn’t truly think so lowly of your friends, your family. You just learned from experience. 

Steve nodded in understanding before leaving you to your coffee and wandering off to who knows where. 

-- 

You really weren’t that obvious. You were a spy, and you knew how to control your expressions. The problem was, you lived with several other spies who all knew how to read past the mask. You were so sure you were inconspicuous when you watched Bucky until Clint and Nat pulled you aside one day. They were both slightly older than you and had always treated you like a little sibling. 

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?” Clint asked. You glanced back and forth between them quizzically, completely at a loss. He sighed before continuing. “You and Barnes?” No matter how hard you tried, you could do nothing to stop the heat that rose into your face. 

“We trust you, we just want to make sure that you can trust him. No matter how nice he is, he was trained to be dangerous.” Nat’s warning was meant to be from a place of love, but it only made you defensive. 

“There is no danger to me from that man, I can promise you that.” There wasn’t a single lie to be heard in your voice, and they believed you. They were just a little protective. 

After a pause, Clint started speaking again and made you wish he hadn’t. “Why haven’t you done anything about it then?” Nat smiled jokingly with him. You groaned and covered your face.

“Because it’s not that simple. Apparently, I’m pretty obvious to you guys, but he isn’t obvious to me.” They exchanged a look before turning back to you. “What?”

“That will be something for you to figure out on your own.” They patted you on the shoulder before leaving you feeling distressed and confused. 

--

It was late at night and you were wandering around, not quite ready for sleep. You were aimless, drifting through hallways and floors without paying much attention to your surroundings. You almost didn’t notice that someone was on the couch in the area of the tower you had wandered into until he called your name. You startled, looking to see Bucky leaning into the plush cushions on the large couch, looking out the large windows at the city lights. You weighed your options before settling into the couch next to him. You sat close to him, leaving just enough space to avoid touching him. You sat together in a comforting silence for a while.

The darkness of the room and the hour of day made you brave. Here, you could hide parts of you from the world. With this courage of cover, you leaned your head on his uninjured shoulder and entwined your hands. You felt him stiffen beneath you and nearly jumped away at the realization that you might make him uncomfortable, only to feel him relax immediately. You smiled to yourself and settled in beside him to enjoy the scenery in your hidden corner of the building. You were completely content and began to speak your mind, knowing that you would not have another chance.

“Bucky, I really like spending time with you. You make me happy and I feel comfortable around you. You make me feel like you want me around and I always want you around.” The ramblings didn’t make a lot of sense even to you, and they were still pretty far from what you really wanted to tell him. “I guess I’m trying to say that I want to spend more time with you if you’re okay with that and maybe some of that time can involve things like this and… I don’t know, I’m sorry, I’m bad at this.”

He didn’t interrupt you once, and when you finally finished speaking, you lifted your head from his shoulder to see his features dimly lit by the city lights. His eyebrows were crumpled and there was a slight frown on his face as he deliberated. Horror overcame you as you realized that you had completely bombarded him and he probably didn’t even feel the same. You began to stand up and retreat, but his hand held you in your seat. You watched him in what you could only describe as fear as you waited for him to say something. You glanced up out of habit to see the 0 resolutely above him. 

He let out a breath before turning to look you in the eye in the darkness. The moment felt incredibly intimate. “I love spending time with you, Y/N. But you know as well as anyone else that I’m dangerous and I don’t want to put you any more in harm’s way than you already are.”

He couldn’t hide his confusion as you beamed at him. He quirked a brow as he looked at you as you geared up to knock down that one point. If he truly did return your feelings, then you weren’t worried about telling him, and if that was the only thing stopping him, then you could fix that. “I have this… power… where I can see how much danger people pose to me on what I assume is a 1-10 scale. When I first met the Avengers, most of them were around an 8, but they all got lower as we got closer. Normal people are usually around a 2 or 3, and babies and children are usually 0. And then I met you when you came to the tower. I thought I was broken because here you were, a man who could destroy me physically… and you were a zero. From the first day I met you, you have posed absolutely no danger to me. You might be dangerous Buck, but you aren’t to me.” He looked completely shocked for a moment as he stared at you. Slowly, though, a smile matching yours spread across his face. He let out a relieved laugh, realizing that he wouldn’t endanger you.

He surprised you more than you had surprised him when he planted a gentle kiss on your lips. Of course, you saw it coming, but it still surprised you. Surprise didn’t stop you from returning it though. Suddenly, he had pulled you into his lap to straddle his thighs as the kiss became slightly more heated. You both enjoyed the passion and heat of each other in the dark until someone cleared their throat from the doorway. You ripped apart, feeling like teenagers who got caught by their parents. You looked up to see Steve smiling teasingly at you. “I was just coming to check on you Buck, but it seems like that’s already covered.” You hid your face in your hands as you felt the chuckle rumble through Bucky beneath you. 

“Oh, you’re dangerous alright,” you muttered as he tugged at your wrists. You were grateful to see that Steve had gone, and the happiness in Bucky’s eyes almost made your humiliation worth it. 

“If the only danger I bring to you is being caught like this, I don’t mind being dangerous.”

[anthonyed]

stevetony: post-it war (in honour of fluffy friday)

It started like this. One day, Tony was elbow deep in his Bugatti, when Captain America strode in, fully geared with his cowl pulled back and his pretty face pinched, but what attracted Tony’s attention despite the six foot two American Beefcake was the way he was waving his Starkphone at its inventor’s face.

“Do you not check your phone? I texted you so many times to come up for debriefing.”

Tony pulled his face back, squinting at the man. “Why me?” Because as far as Tony was concerned, debriefing was for those who went on the mission and Tony had been moping around in the workshop because Captain fucking America hadn’t needed Iron “You’re too flashy for stealth” Man for the latest one.

“I called you twenty times. Twenty times! You invented the phone, Stark!”

Tony opened his mouth to protest, but Steve bulldozed past him. “Is it too hard to check your phone?”

There were so many things Tony wanted to argue about. So many, oh so awful wrong things, but. Since Steve was so adamant about lecturing him on the importance of checking the phone, Tony rounded on him and sneered, “Ever heard of post-it, Cap? Bright, obnoxious little papers? Sometimes, they work better because not everyone likes to hang onto their phone 24/7.”

Steve bristled. Tony preened. Then Steve, with his Captain America strut, marched towards one of Tony’s many working desks, fiddled with something for ten seconds and returned with that same pinched expression on his face, but now, it’s accompanied by a smug smirk.

The more Steve closed in, the more Tony tensed because the man didn’t seem to be slowing down and Tony was above running for his life even in the freak possibility of getting slammed to death by a super soldier. Then, something happened. Steve stopped, right before their chests collided and he slapped Tony in the forehead.

“What the -,”

“There. I posted it.”

Again. So many wrong things – Just – “Oh my god,” Tony exclaimed, peeling off a neon green post-it stuck on his forehead. It read; Come to debriefing, asshole, and Tony stared until his eyes started watering before the shock wore out and he realised that Steve had left before Tony could yell at him a good comeback. Not that he could think of any at the moment…

The second post-it appeared in courtesy of Tony who stopped by the kitchen at fuck-o’clock on day and stared at the stove for too long his brain started pulling out memories from the times when he made it to breakfast; brightly lit kitchen with Natasha steeping a cup of tea, Bruce already sipping on his, Clint perched on the refrigerator stealing pancakes Steve’s cooking at the stove and –

The stove.

It was absolutely unnecessary. But Tony thrived from doing dumb shits from time to time, so he made a journey to and back from the workshop all because he wanted to stick a post it on the stove so in a few hours, when Steve set to cook his daily pancake pile, he’d find a blue post it with a clumsy sketch of him catching on fire.

The third one was on Tony’s nose when he startled awake in the workshop. It said one word; eat, and there was a plate of saran wrapped sandwich by his elbow. Tony stuck a delish in neon pink when his hand ‘accidentally’ brushed against Steve’s rear during his coffee break venture to the communal area.

They didn’t do it very often, but each one got its reply without a miss. Didn’t matter who start it, if it was a mockery or a genuine message, every single one received its reply; sometimes plain, sometimes cheeky, sometimes dry and still angry. It became a Steve and Tony thing. What started as a curious reaction, evolved into a teasing one from the team.

When a smiley face started showing up from Steve’s, Tony went mad with drawing emoticons on his. At one point, even when they were verbally communicating; Steve chiding Tony about something while curled up on his spot in the workshop with his sketchbook and Tony welding while bantering word for word with Steve, Tony paused to scribble something completely off topic on a post it and wheeled to where Steve was to stick it on the back of his sketchbook.

Steve barely paused in his verbal argument. The hour passed and as Steve closed his book and stood up, stretching the kinks out of his body, Tony looked away from the schematic and at him. Steve walked towards him, picked up one of the many obnoxious colour post-its scattered around on Tony’s work table – orange -, scribbled something large and stuck it on Tony’s cheek before pressing a kiss over it.

It read, YES to Tony’s; go out with me.

After that, they started to be more… cheesy, sometimes sappy, a little bit snarky and a whole lot of suggestive and wildly raunchy.

“Jesus Christ.” Clint exhaled on a rush once. When he had come across the note Tony had meant for Steve. In Clint’s defence, it was in the communal area! In Tony’s defence, I thought you were visiting Laura and your tiny agents! When Steve blushed red; partly from embarrassment and partly from exasperation, Tony added weakly, “It was supposed to be our thing.”

If that didn’t teach the rest of the Avengers to turn blind against every post it they come across, then their suffering was entirely by choice.

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It's A Lot so you don't have to do all of them obviously but all odd numbers for Lark and all even for Cauterize

Collin I’m love you <3 I may not get through them all and I’m gonna skip the less relevant ones but you bet I’m gonna answer a lot of them. Under a readmore because this is gonna be a Lot lol.

1. Lark - Why did they choose their class(es)? their subclass(es) When they were a teenager they went to see a powerful, retired bard named Marsha who offered magical fantasy transition to anyone who desired it. While there, they were inspired by how welcoming she was, and by her masterful piano playing. They learned the basics of music from her and continued that path after they left. (College of Lore bards just get the real good perks imo lol)

2. Cauterize - Before they met their party, what was their main goal? We haven’t played yet so he hasn’t met his future party members, but his goal is basically to earn a living and go unnoticed. And the past he left behind finds him, to burn it out and finish it off once and for all.

4. Cauterize - If they could learn one spell that isn’t available to them at present, which spell would it be? Well he’s a monk so he has very limited magical abilities. Fireball would be sick but very attention-grabbing. He would enjoy Vicious Mockery, but Disguise Self would prove the most beneficial (for low-level spells considering he’s level 3).

5. Lark -Do they follow a higher power? what are their thoughts on divinity? Hard no. They don’t put much faith in the gods, even though they know they exist. In Lark’s mind, the life they have is theirs to live however they damn well please, and they’re going to make the most of it, because nothing is waiting for them afterwards

8. Cauterize - What are three songs that suit them? He has a playlist! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3FzJakPSGPq9KL4snLcqW6?si=a53d2c47077a4d5d But the three of my favourites for him are: Just One Yesterday (Fall Out Boy, Foxes), Prodigal Son (Rationale), and Sunrise (High Dive Heart)

9. Lark - Do they care about their appearance? how much effort do they put into presentation? OH BOY do they ever. Lark is absolutely the type to spend an hour getting ready every morning, even when adventuring. They're very particular about their fashion and overall appearance, and a majority of the time they're putting on some kind of performance to be more attractive/charming. They only really let their guard down around their party, and particularly around their partner. Sidenote that they don't like getting dirty ex. going into the sewers, but they will if they have to. It also took them some time to become okay with the prominent scars on their face, and the other nasty scars they've picked up during their adventuring.

10. Cauterize - How often do they lie? what situations cause them to be dishonest? HA! Like, all the time. He has his fair share of secrets to keep, which means lying and deflecting when anything personal comes up. He's also a criminal, so he has to be careful about what he says and to who.

11. Lark - What skills are they proficient in? why? As a College of Lore Bard, just like. So Many. Sleight of Hand (+7), stealth (+7), investigation (+6), insight (+11), perception (+11), deception (+15), intimidation (+10), and persuasion (+15). Most of them are skills they picked up from their time as a honeytrap, deceiving, seducing, and stealing from nobles. Perception they honed during their journey because the party needed someone with an eye for danger.

12. Cauterize - Have they ever been in love? Once. Or at least, the closest thing to love he's ever felt, he didn't get much of a chance to explore it.

13. Lark - What do they dislike about themself? why? Oooh this is a hard one for them, because they have a Bit of an ego. But I'd say their tendency to push people away, and how they worry they're always too close to having their bad habits slide into addiction.

14. Cauterize - What is something they love about themself? Oh see now this one's equally difficult! Because Aut does not have much of an ego, he's always careful to stay humble and is fairly pessimistic. Love is a strong word, but he's proud that he takes control of his own life and future.

15. Lark - do they trust their party? why or why not? At the beginning Lark (Virus) didn't trust anyone (except Rancor their familiar). Trust was foolish, and letting people in on your secrets gave them power over you. But they've slowly learned to trust their party member with their life and their secrets. Mostly thanks to Kairos' stubborn persistence and affection lol.

16. Cauterize - What are their feelings on the people who raised them? Ooh this one's too spoiler-heavy to really answer, but Not Good.

17. Lark - What do they dream about, when their dreams are their own? Hmm this is a tough one, I haven't given much thought to their dreams. Their nightmares definitely consist of the times they've had to kill people, and maybe the rare nightmare of their upbringing. In terms of good dreams, probably memories of past lovers tbh, and of music. Dreams of a quieter, retired life with their partner.

18. Cauterize - Do they see themself as a leader or a follower? Another tough one! Aut would hate to be forced into the role of a leader, but he's also to stubborn and opinionated to be a well-behaved follower. He's kind of a lone wolf rn. This would be an interesting one to see how things play out and where he falls on this spectrum.

19. Lark - What haunts them? what doesn’t? Definitely the people they've had to kill. They never used to kill, and don't want to kill unless that person is "irredeemable" or is too great a threat to them and their loved ones. They harbour no guilt over their thieving and honeytrapping tendencies though, especially because they use it as a way to steal from and blackmail the rich nobles who deserve it.

20. Cauterize - Which of the five senses do they rely the most on? Sight and sound. His monk training would have taught him not to rely too heavily on any one scent, but these two are the best suited for sensing danger and incoming attacks in combat.

21. Lark - Do they follow their head, their heart, or their body? Pffft. I mean... defs their body more than they should. But they're not a fool, and typically have enough sense to think things through first and weight the risks. They rarely follow their heart - almost never did until recently.

22. (Lark) - What is a promise they’ve broken? I don't think Aut has made many promises, and the one I can think of is a major spoiler lol. This is actually a really interesting question for Lark tho, because they have a strict moral of not making promises unless they truly mean them. They'll lie through their teeth and manipulate people without a shred of guilt, but as soon as they use the word "promise," that means they're dead set on keeping their word.

23. Lark - How do they feel about nicknames, titles, or labels that have been given to them? how do they feel about their name? Lark never really got any nicknames or the like tbh. They're proud of the reputation they've built (whether that's for being a clever fuck or a skilled bard), so anything related to that they'd get a bit of satisfaction out of. They chose the name Lark Freesia for themself, as it embodies them and is truly their name, and they'd never trade it for anything (though they would add to it when they get married lol).

24. Cauterize - Which of the four elements speaks to them the most? Okay this one's plain and simple - fire. I mean, he is a fire genasi. But also he hates being associated with the sun (for ~reasons~), and so he really leans into his association with fire, as... almost an act of rebellion against that.

25. Lark - What stories do they like to tell? what stories do they like to hear? As a bard, I think they'd have a talent for remembering grand tales they've heard from other bards, and like to add their own twist and dramatic flair to them. They're more of a musician, but I think their songs would tell stories, and their favourite would be of triumph, of freedom, and of found family - though subtly. They like to hear stories from those they love about their own lives, anecdotes that open a window into their history and happiness.

26. Cauterize - Who do they miss? Without getting into specific spoilers, the only family he ever had, and the man he loved.

(I’m gonna keep adding to this lol)

[damnrightobsessedwithim]

Eyes Ch.3- Ben

A/N: this is literally one of those awkward parts of the whole story with no real plot other than feelings coming up and juicy flashbacks. I’m not personally as proud of this one as I could be. But it’s getting me where I need to be for the next chapter so I hope you like it!!

Warnings: None really. Hux getting hurt, some yelling, and a few curses words

Word count: 3,292?

Your outfit link:    https://goblinthreads.tumblr.com/post/169280036628/crowrunner-subzero-stealthing-deep-in-enemy

The one he gave you:    https://tenebris-studio.tumblr.com/post/169394086516/crowrunner-star-chancellor-of-the-first 

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Before you had started training to become a Jedi you didn’t have many friends. You had your father and mother who cared for you 24/7. You thought of them as your best friends, and when you met other kids in the village you didn’t get along with them very well. You didn’t know why you just didn’t.

But now your life changed. Then Ben came along. Soon as you met something clicked. Ben wasn't like any other person that you've never met, he was caring, and he didn't deal with anybody's crap, he wouldn't lie to you, in some ways he was who you had to thank.  He was one of the reasons why you are the person you are. 

You went into training being told that friends make you weak. Yes, you thought. You were probably told this so that you would not rank high. But that was far from right. You found a friend, and that only made you stronger in many different ways. 

You wouldn’t be as strong as you are without Ben being there for you. You always had hard times, times that would make it to where you lost confidence and everything that you did. But he stood by your side he helped you boost your confidence so that you could do those things. He supported you. Through everything thick and thin. He always asked how you were doing and made sure nothing hurt you or got in your way ever. That’s one thing you miss. Ben having your back and you even having his.

“Ben. I can’t do it,” you complain after a whole day of not succeeding in training and being told that you weren’t concentrating enough. Then getting really mad at master Luke and him telling you to go away.

“What do you mean. What happened?” he asked with a sound of worry in his voice.

“ Nothing I just… I… I flipped on skywalker. He kept pushing me to concentrate. And I couldn’t and i-” you stopped mid-sentence because Ben was laughing. Is he laughing at me? You thought.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your so pent up sometimes,” he said, “ which is fine.” he stated after seeing your reaction to being called “pent up”. So you scoffed at him. And started to walk away.

He runs up to you “ hey stop, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant you have to not let Skywalker get to you all the time. That’s why you can’t concentrate, your focusing on all of the bad stuff. Well not that it’s really bad. BUT still, you just need to clear your mind.”

“And how do you expect me to do that?” You sternly ask him.

“Here come with me. I’m looking forward to this.”

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What did he mean by he looks forward to it? You thought to yourself. What could he possibly look forward to? You’re literally going to trick him. Well... leave him. But that was the plan, to begin with, you're going to basically subject him into thinking one thing and then find a way to leave.  and if you happen to help him to change his mind about turning to the dark side then so be it. Although you don’t like to think of it as tricking him more like “misleading him” no that sounds bad too. All in all, you are just trying to save yourself and if you happen to save Kylo along the way then that’s what will happen.

But that still doesn’t answer your question of what he meant when he said it. 

You begin to think about The flashback that you just had. You miss it, Maybe you just really miss the thought or the feeling of what happened back when you two were besties. yeah, that's what it is you miss the thought you miss having it you necessarily miss him.  what are you talking about yes you do, you miss him, you miss everything about your Ben? If it wasn’t for Ben, you don't know where you would be. You don't know where you would have gotten in training. 

He helped you find your safe haven, he had helped you find everything you ever wanted. He was so sweet, to you about literally everything. There were times when you got so angry and he would be able to calm you down by the snap of his fingers he just understood you so well. You miss having Ben there every single time you get mad or angry or scared or frustrated. You miss the old Ben.

What if you could get him back?  what if you can get the old Ben the nice  Ben.  the pain that always understood you. if you could you would have to possibly lie to him first.  but just to get there just to be able to get into his mind. which for the record you know is going to be very hard. but once it happens, if it happens, you would have you’re old been back.  and plus how could it be that hard, you just once before when you first met him, Maybe you could do it again.

But then again you couldn’t help but yo remember what he had turned into. You can't help but to think this is all your fault, I mean if you hadn’t left in the first place maybe possibly everything would be all right now. Maybe you would even have Kylo...No...Ben by your side. The two of you could possibly even be The Jedi Masters that you always wanted to be. But that can't happen now you left and he stayed now you're going to have to deal with your consequences. 

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the door opening. It's Kylo accompanied by the redhead General guy. And they are obviously arguing. 

“ And I've already told you I don't understand. you're letting her out and she keeps making you angry and then you go and take that anger out on-” argued Red.

“I need you to be quiet,” Kylo ordered him. He looked angry. But like in a strangely attractive way. 

You shudder as you think about it. STOP STOP STOP you can't be thinking of him this way!! You tell yourself dreading the unwelcome thoughts that almost sprouted to the surface of your conciseness.

“My point is, I don't understand why you're letting her. Because she is no help to us, she's going to be in the way.” red snaps to Kylo

Kylo turns to red, “Because I can.”

Red started, “Supreme leader don't let your personal interest-” and in seconds Red’s voice was gone. Kylo was using the force to constrict his voice. 

Red was trying to grasp on to the invisible hands that were around his throat. His face was turning purple, and his veins were popping from his forehead. As this was happening Kylo began to yell. 

“HOW DARE YOU. THIS IS WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN. WHEN I PUT YOU DOWN YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE. AND GO DO SOMETHING USEFUL. AND I FORBID YOU TO ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS OR EVEN QUESTION WHY I DO WHAT I DO AND WHY I MAKE THE CHOICES I MAKE. UNDERSTOOD?¨ 

Red nods his head, agreeing with what Kylo had said. And Kylo drops Red to the ground. You can’t help but feel bad for him. He surely did not deserve that. Never mind. You think to yourself. It’s not your business. 

Red gets up after massaging his neck, where you can see bruises already forming, and leaves. Which means only Kylo and you are left in the room. 

You hate these moments. They make you feel even more vulnerable than you want to be. Which you don’t. 

¨Follow me and I will show you where your sleeping chambers are.” he demanded you.

You did as you were told. 

You walked out of your cell behind Kylo. It was awkward between the two of you or at least you thought so. you are fighting back the urge to ask him why, why would he look forward to it. You just put it to the back of your head block it out of your mind. Why should you care? 

Block is oddly quiet and you can't help but look up at him every once in a while.  At this point, you're practically yearning for him to say something, anything? But no It's oddly quiet. The only sound you hear your footsteps. You look to the ground and think,  it's so odd does he never want to talk to you in public? The only time he ever talks to you is when you were alone.  Redhead isn't even there half the time. Then you look up add everything around you. 

You start to notice that you are getting weird looks from everyone around you. What's their problem? Why do they keep looking at me? Do I look funny? You start to panic, not that you really care what you look like just the fact that there's literally everybody staring at you kind of put you off the edge. 

¨No you look fine, they're looking at you because you're with me.¨ Kylo whispered under his breath.

 Fuck, why do our minds always have to be linked? Wait are they always Linked. No, I don't think so. Wait, he said I looked fine. Wow, that’s a step up for Mr. I don’t know how to be nice.

 You look up to him, ¨ Why?¨ you ask him. Who cares if you are standing next to supposed all-mighty Kylo Ren.

¨ They care, it's not every day you see me escorting someone. The jobs normally left for Stormtroopers to do.¨

¨ So then why are you doing this?¨ you ask him.

 He chuckles a little bit,¨ Because I can.¨

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You’re sitting in the grass field, and fiddling with the grass.  Ben's there with you. the two of you actually have the day off so you decide to come out there and let Ben help you with your concentration skills. Since apparently you don't seem to be very good with them at the moment. Constantly getting mad for no reason. Luckily Ben is there to help you out especially since he understands it.

He's just sitting there staring at you. And then finally you look up and see him.  is amazing hair the way waves in the breeze, his beautiful eyes that just take you to a whole nother dimension when you stare into them, his overly defined jawline, his beautifully angled nose, and his perfect lips.  you can't help but to look at him and not be in complete awe. how did you get this to be your best friend? but that's just the thing he was.

¨ What are you staring at?¨ you asked him.

¨ Nothing just maybe, possibly, my beautiful best friend, ¨ he responded smirking.

¨ Wow,¨ you laughed not taking him seriously.

¨ Wow what?¨ he asked you.

¨ Oh my gosh, then let's just…. I need help concentrating please, that's why we came out here in the first place.¨ you remind him. Not that you hate when he tries to act romantic or compliments you. You just really don't want to fully accept it. I mean nobody's ever thought of you that way.

¨ You are such a brat sometimes, you know that right?¨  he chuckled. That laugh, his amazing laugh, its something that you know you will never not love to hear. 

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 Wow.  That laugh, that is how you know Ben is still in there. You think to yourself.

He pauses where he completely stops walking, and you bump into him.

¨ Hey! what's-¨ You start but never get to finish the question. But you know what the problem is. He was in your head. He heard you refer to him as ¨Ben¨. Does he really hate it that much? Why would he? And above all why would he change gin name in the first place? You block the rest of the thought from your head. It is obvious to you that it is a bit of a touchy subject for him.

 He's stuttering, ¨not-...nothing, nevermind.¨ he says finally. ¨Here it is¨ he says pointing at a door. Which he opens and gestures for you to walk in first.

¨This will be your chambers, your bathroom is through that door,¨ He points to the opposite door fro the one you just walked through, ¨ Bed, closet, table, couch. You have everything you need here. I have also placed some er... Other clothing choices in the closet. I expect you to use it. Understood?¨ 

You nod your head

¨Good. Now in order for you to be my apprentice you need to train. Which I have already set up.¨ he informs you.

Training? You haven't trained in such a long time, you just tend to use new things that you make up on your own. Because you wanted to completely stopped training after you left so not like you tried anything else or even continued. 

I wonder what it's going to be like. You thought to yourself. Who are you going to be training with? 

¨Umm.. who exactly will I be training with?¨ you ask him.

¨ You will be training with a mix of myself and General Hux.¨  he said to you.

¨ Hux? You mean the redhead?¨

¨ Yes. And you will NOT call him the redhead anymore understood?¨ he adds sternly. 

 You rolled your eyes but agreed. Not that you're going to remember his name anyways.

¨ Good. Now that we have that settled. I expect you to join me for dinner. And do not wear those rags. There's a nice outfit that I have picked out for you it's in your closet. You are to wear it, and join me in 2 hours for dinner.  Understood?¨  he demanded of you. wow, he's so domineering.  but you didn't much mind. 

¨ Yes.¨ You say. He just stares at you waiting. You correct yourself ¨ Yes, Supreme Leader¨ 

Then he simply walks out. 

You are left alone. So you decide to check out the room a bit. It’s actually quite nice,  is a queen-size bed,  a really nice wooden table with matching chairs,  a soft couch that you just sink into. You've never had this before, So it was nice. You look in the bathroom and it has beautiful countertops. It even has two sinks. You turn around to look at the shower. How is everything in here so freaking nice you asked yourself? Since when did the first order have time to make everything so fancy? You definitely won’t be getting used to this any time soon. You never got this growing up. 

This is one hell of an upgrade in a matter of hours though. You went from a boring old cell with bearly even a toilet, and no shower to this beautiful place. 

Thinking about all of this reminds you you need to take a shower.  

When you’re done, you get out and dry your hair, wrap a towel around your body and walk out and to the closet. There it is, the outfit he was talking about. 

Damn,  it's actually really cute. you dry your body house and drop your towel and put it on your undergarments, then proceed to put on the Latex like leggings, followed by the long sleeve mesh top then the beautiful corset and cowl. Then lastly the boots. You look in the mirror. And can’t help but think of how alike you feel to Kylo Ren. 

The thought bugs you. But at the same time its also sorta comforting.

You start to walk around the room. Looking at everything, it’s all so clean. You admire yourself in the mirror. But then feel guilty. You hate mirrors. And have never owned one. Your parents used to think that mirrors made people too selfish. So you have grown to think the same.

You still have about an hour left. And you realize you are tired so you decide to take a quick nap on your brand new bed. As soon as your head hits the pillow you really realize how tired you are. Well, no, more exhausted than tired. You think to yourself. Suddenly you drift off to sleep.

You dream of Ben, you dream of all the fun times you and Ben had. All the troublesome things the two of you did. Then you dream of the day in the grass field. And how you really felt. Then you hear your name,

¨y/n¨ then again but louder.

¨y/n!¨ then once more ¨Y/N!!¨ this wakes you up. And there at the end of the bed is Kylo Ren. Not Ben. 

¨Y/n, You are almost an hour late. I said two hours. And what you choose to disobey me?¨ He is angry. But you can’t help but see through that to his beautiful face. There’s something about that face that you can’t get out of your head.

¨No I was gonna come. I just got tired and fell asleep.¨ you say. It’s true, you did just fall asleep. 

¨Well get up, ill take you myself.¨ You do as your told and get up and follow him out of your chambers. As you are walking beside him he looks at you and studies your face.

You just keep looking forward. Thinking about the dream. Thinking about Ben.

¨I like it¨ Kylo says.

¨Pardon me?¨

¨The outfit. It suits you. The black really brings out your eyes.¨ He faces forward as he says this. What the hell? Why is he being so nice when he was just yelling at you? The whole thing shocks you.

¨I could stop if you want. I don’t have to be nice. It’s not one of my strong suits.¨ He answers your thoughts.

¨It used to be.¨ you whispered under your breath.

¨Ahh so you do remember me? I knew the whole, ¨I don’t know who you are¨ thing was an act on your part¨ He said.

Fuck!

¨So what if I do. Not that I like knowing my Ex-best friend turned evil¨ You snap.

¨Ex-... Ouch. Tell me what you really feel.¨ He laughed at this. A mechanical laugh. ¨Here we are,¨ he opens a door and there is what seems to look like a dining area. And sitting at the table is none other than Redhead himself.

¨Supreme Leader I- what is she doing here?¨ red asks Kylo.

¨She will be dining with us¨ Kylo pointed out. He pulled out a chair and sat down. 

¨But why?¨

¨Hux. Why do you have to ask so many damn questions? She is here because she agreed to be my new apprentice.¨

Äfter hearing this Red goes into a fit. His face gets red and he gets up and starts to yell.

¨Her!!! Why her?! Sir if I may. She is the one that continues to anger you. It’s like every time she opens her mouth it makes you mad. And she is no use to us, She will only be in the way as I said before¨

¨You´re right¨ Kylo says. Both red and you look at Kylo in shock. What? He looks down and yells ¨Leave now¨

You assume this means you. So you turn around and start to walk away only to be called.

¨No! Not you Y/N. I want you here. Hux Leave, Now¨ 

To those words, you shrink.

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