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wolveria · 12 days

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👀👀👀 can I ask about the wing AU??

Yesss!! The Wing AU! Which is really just a long document with the various clones and Jedi/Sith what their wings would look like.

I'm going to post it as it is because the bullet point works, and this is the "baseline" part of the winged universe. I might have several stories stem from it, because... I just really love wings and I feel like I could go in several directions. So here it is!

There are only two beings in the galaxy with wings: those who are Force-sensitive, and the clones engineered by the Kaminoans

The wings of a child will be drab until they molt in maturity, bringing in their true colors

Touching another person’s wings without permission is disrespectful and invasive, while trusting someone enough to allow them to preen their wings is a sign of trust and closeness

The clones were engineered with wings to keep up with the Jedi during the war, though this has brought its own controversy with senators questioning if engineering wings is a step too far in cloning technology, as wings are supposed to be sacred (but the Chancellor claims this is a sign they are on the side of righteousness, though in reality he wants the clone troopers to have wings to keep up with the Jedi when he orders their execution)

Yoda has grey wings, Dooku has elegant black wings, and Darth Sidious has no wings at all (he removed them at an early age to hide his affinity for the Force, and he almost abhors the idea of them), Maul’s wings are black with red tips, and Ventress has wings of white with black tips

Anakin has beautiful golden-brown wings, Obi-Wan has soft sandstone-colored wings, and Ahsoka has white wings with blue stripes

Cad Bane has wings of blue variation, light blue at the base and darker at the tips, though they are so ragged from being unpreened and kept in bindings against his back that they can only glide, not fly, until they are restored with care and practice (which is unlikely since he always keeps them hidden and no one knows he even has them)

Clones Wings:

Hunter has dark grey wings, the same color as his eyes, and the feathers are broader and longer than a typical clones’ (his brothers used to joke that his missing height went into his wingspan)

Crosshair has silvery white wings that match his hair, and they’re especially soft around the shoulders of the wings, almost downy, but if anyone tries to touch them, they’ll get pummeled for it. Not with his hands—Crosshair has learned how to “punch” with his wings with uncanny accuracy, and other troopers learned long ago to steer clear of them

Wrecker has reddish-brown wings that have golden highlights in the sun, though he had to have cybernetic feathers and muscles implanted into his left wing after the explosion that took his eye

Tech’s wings are golden-brown, and they are prone to being unkempt much like his living space, the clone too distracted with his work to care for them, and if it wasn’t for his brothers they would be nearly unusable (which would be a shame, because he flies like a mynock on fire)

Echo used to have grey speckled wings that complimented Fives’ grey and white wings, but once he was captured, the Separatists cut them off. After he was rescued, Rex and Cody made sure there were funds to build him advanced mechanical wings so he could fly again

Omega has golden-white wings, and the Batch had to teach her how to fly because the Kaminoans didn’t show her and probably never would have

Crosshair would be the one to preen Hunter’s wings after a battle, and Hunter would preen his (Crosshair would let Wrecker preen his wings but no matter how hard he tries, Crosshair’s too sensitive, and Hunter is the only one with a light enough touch to do it)

Tech doesn’t really care who preens his wings out of the Batch, just as long as they don’t screw up and pull out any feathers, and he’s more than happy to let Wrecker do it since the big clone loves preening his brother’s feathers

If a flyer goes through a traumatic event, their feathers will molt and grow back a different color: this is what happens to the clones after Order 66, they lose their individuality/feathers, and grow all white wings to match their bleached armor (Crosshair loses his silvery feathers and they grow back in a much darker shade, showing he’s not completely under their control and is suffering for it)

There are only a few Imperial clones that don’t grow plain white feathers, but instead, they grow in pure black. The ones with black wings are selected to be Death Troopers

Crosshair’s new wings are not technically black, they’re more of a dark grey, and coincidentally, the same shade as Hunter’s wings

For clones who start to fight their chips, or their chips start to fail, they gradually shed their feathers and start growing them back with color. Such as Howzer, who started to grow back his teal-tipped feathers, and he had to bleach his wings so his superiors wouldn’t find out

The new TK troopers are given mechanical wings, but they are far inferior to the natural wings that clones are engineered with, but mechanical wings are cheaper than biological ones, and the clone troopers that remain are taken to Tantiss for experimentation

#star wars #the bad batch #wings au #clones with wings #star wars wings au #i want to write things in this universe but i need ideas!!#please let me know if you have any #me swooping in with my force-sensitive cad bane agenda #but also him binding them and not taking care of them would be such a bane move

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flappyhappystim · 1 year

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#spinner rings #product advertising #i am going to be trying to post different products over the next while #so that is the tag to block if you don't want to see them

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shorthaltsjester · 8 months

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taliesin and laura remain truly so fantastic at making characters who… don’t necessarily have something extremely and inherently in common but do have experiences that were caused by similar sources and that lead them to have quite different opinions/ideas about things but in ways that are typically very reconcilable? which is a lot of qualifiers but it’s a through line of vex/percy with nobility, jester & cad with loneliness (and also god stuff but in a different post maybe someday i’ll talk about how actually their god stuff is intensely related to their different experiences of loneliness), and now imogen & ashton with being left behind.

like vex was this character who technically had a claim to nobility due to her blood but at the same time was burdened because of that same claim. and percy who was born into and raised by nobility but that nobility ended up making his family the targets of a massacre. and then vex who lets down her walls and Do I Look Like I Come From Money? and percy giving her the title grand mistress of the grey hunt because it has nothing to do with blood, or his love for her, or anything aside from the fact that it’s something she can prove herself worthy of simply by virtue of who she Is, not who someone makes her. and percy and vex’s conversation about forgiveness and it’s necessity for growth as probably two of the characters most inclined to hold grudges.

and caduceus clay who gets left behind with nothing but his Belief while his family goes off into the world. and jester lavorre who gets shut inside with no company except her Belief as her mother protects her from the world. and they both get the burden of loneliness and the understanding of love’s nonmalicious imperfection. and caduceus having a panic attack on a ship and jester telling him that the world is a lot bigger than his cemetery and that means he has to break out of his comfort zone to find his path. and caduceus telling jester that he doesn’t think she gets as much credit as she ought to and she deserves more pastries. and jester thanking caduceus for showing her how cool it is to actually heal people and caduceus asking if she wants to use his shield while he doesn’t need it.

and ashton who was left broken and dying on the ground and was given inescapable pain as their means of survival. and imogen who was left behind by the only person who could provide true understanding of the pain she’d one day come to feel. and ashton who’s a barbarian, who wields their rage casually and unapologetically and who sees the Shittiness of the world but is unrelenting in his version of optimism. and imogen who is weighed down by pessimism she doesn’t Want to have but hasn’t cracked how to undo and who doesn’t admit her anger until it comes up again and again and again and carries it like a burden or like guilt, who we only see really Grasp and feel Confidence about her anger being something good in front of others when she has those conversations with ashton. and like. ashton who looks at imogen and sees a superhero. imogen venturing through ashton’s mind and holding his bleeding and exhausted head and saying i’m sorry. i’m sorry. and imogen who looks at ashton and sees someone special. and fucking “we got him killed.” and “no, we didn’t. don’t you dare. […] we are not what fucking killed that man. […] we are his eventual victory. we are his fucking revenge.” and “i’ll be his revenge.” and “i have no fucking doubt.”

and in general rp wise they both tend to make some of my favourite characters (also typically the ones i find most frustrating) because they both tend to make flaws that are easy to hate and they make those flaws very central to their characters but i think that’s also what makes their character interactions so deeply compelling because so frequently it’s like. yes yes these two characters have like. a helix of things they have in common but also things they deeply disagree on but they’re going to spider-man point at the things that are the same and they’re going to honour their differences while doing so. and it’s just. i always enjoy it so much and i was psyched when i heard about an imogen and ashton side pit stop in last nights episode and i was not let down when i watched the episode today.

#also gotta emphatically say that i Do Not Mean their characters understand each other better than others or completely #i just think those two consistently have characters that have opinions that would perhaps naturally be the most at odds but then #they always craft these dynamics that like. web together pieces of sameness so that their characters end up having deeply #meaningful relationships with one another.#but like. ashton and imogen really do Not get each other in a lot of ways. cad and jester were very opposite in a lot of ways #percy and vex i think probably had the most in common but also like . they had and have vast differences .#idk this probably is worth a longer post that lingers in my brain about how relationships between characters whether romantic or not #are actually Much more compelling and rewarding when characters Don’t just click and have perfect matching experiences #because. to have to Choose to want to understand someone and what they’ve experiences and why they differ from you #if actually a much stronger act of love than searching for your reflection in everyone you meet.#someday i’ll string together that post but. until then. tal and laura my beloveds. storytelling duo truly #cr3 #cr2 #jester lavorre #imogen temult #vex’ahlia #caduceus clay #ashton greymoore #percy de rolo #cr1 #critical role #cr spoilers #no molly and jester input here because i haven’t watched early m9 in a Long time but. i’m sure there’s similar scenes in there.#honestly even like. jesters Earnestness with her still manipulative trickery vs. mollys much more . not necessarily Cruelness but just. idk #there’s something there with the way that when they meet jester is all in for the tarot cards for the experience that they both get out #of her choosing to believe what molly says vs molly going in to get something out of jester? yk.#but they’re still bestie icons. jester still tears a man in half in the hopes of saving molly. molly still died trying to help get her back.#anyway. beloveds #laura bailey #taliesin jaffe

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purplesaline · 10 months

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Symptoms of POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome)

Hypoxia (dizzy within 10 minutes of standing up, may experience vision "grey outs" or black outs)

Standing too long may result in trembling (like what happens when your muscles are tired after a workout), cold sweat, feeling like you're about to vomit

Some people may faint

Arms above your head tires you quickly

You feel better if you squat down

You start sitting or laying down with your legs lifted (so they're higher than your heart) when you never did that before

Dry skin (if you had dry skin to start with now it's even dryer)

Intolerance to heat. Need to sit in the shower because standing is even harder than outside the shower

Slower healing

You get heartburn/acid reflux more often

Your feet/hands get cold even when it's warm out (secondary Raynauds)

Exhaustion/lack of energy. You're just tired all the time.

"Out of shape" you can't walk as far/do as much as you used to be able to

Frequent urination

Feeling worse after eating carbs (particularly refined carbs)

Exercise intolerance

Not an exhaustive list

If you read this list and found yourself relating to enough of those points to make you concerned, when was the last viral or bacterial illness you experienced? A lot of people who got covid will have developed POTS as a result. POTS can also be triggered by physical trauma, and AFAB folks are far more likely to develop it than AMAB folks.

If you have ADHD or are hypermobile you are more likely to develop POTS.

If you have hEDS you are more likely to develop it.

the majority of the symptoms we're aware of is a result of our blood vessels not properly constricting, which causes blood to pool in our lower extremities rather than return to our heart for redistribution. This causes the heart to pump harder in an attempt to get the blood returned.

My case is one of the more severe ones and my symptoms are constant rather than coming in flares, but to serve as an example just a 20 minute shopping trip to Walmart had my heartrate up to 200bpm. Luckily fainting is not one of the symptoms I experience.

This is also a disorder than can get more severe over time, so it's possible many people have had it since childhood but the symptoms were mild enough to not be noticeable.

POTS, despite having so many cardiac symptoms, is not actually a cardiac disorder, it's a neurological one that impairs the autonomic nervous system and is one of the listed conditions under rhe Disautonomia umbrella (welcome to the zebra club!).

It is not considered a lethal disorder, despite how frightening it can be to have your heartrate so high. The largest factor to worry about is if fainting is a symptom you experience, but other than the dangers associated with that POTS sufferers have a normal life expectancy. It's disabling for many people and inconvenient for those that aren't disables by it, but it's not damaging your heart.

If you think you might have POTS it can be helpful to have some data to bring with you when you talk to your doctor for the first time. A "poor man's tilt table test" is a great diagnostic tool that anyone can do with access to a heartrate monitor. If you already have a fitbit that can monitor your heartrate that will work just fine. It's not the most accurate but it will give a good enough general snapshot and should hopefully convince your doctor to take the next steps.

If you don't have a heartrate monitor yet one of the most accurate heartrate monitors available to the general public is the Polar H10 chest strap monitor (in fact the guy that did my official testing said it was the best one to get). It was about $100 CAD, so definitely not cheap, but it can be used with some VR games that track your heartrate if that's something you're into lol.

A blood pressure monitor is also something that can help eith diagnostics but they're unfortunately not the most useful as they weren't designed to be used when standing (which is when the blood pressure drops), and, well, I even managed to error out the hospital's blood pressure monitor because my BP dropped too low, so I wouldn't worry too much about getting one unless you want to have one hanging around a anyway. If you do decide to get one, Omron is an excellent brand and recommended by the guy who did my testing (there was one other one he recommended above that but I've forgotten the name of it).

If your adhd meds have stopped working as well as they used to

And you've experienced any of these symptoms I highly recommend you look into getting tested for POTS. I have a strong suspicion that the recent concerns about adulterated adhd medications is not actually a problem with the medication, but a result of POTS. One of the biggest reasons for a false negative on amphetamine drug tests is dilute urine, so with POTS causing frequent urination it's entirely possible to get a false negative even with a therapeutic dose of amphetamines in your system.

If you do take amphetamines your doctor may suggest your symptoms are caused by them, so if you do approach your doctor with data from a heartrate monitor I recommend taking a medication holiday first. A full detox is approximately 3 days, but even skipping a day will make a noticeable difference in the data.

If you think you may have POTS there are some things you can do right now to improve your quality of life.

Get more electrolytes. Gatorade, pickles, SALT

Compression stockings. The best ones are that go all the way up to your midsection—pantyhose style. Thigh high is pretty good too. Even just the sock style can help though so get what you're able to access. There are three main pressure levels, the second level will generally be what most people need, but if your symptoms are more severe you may need the highest level. Keep in mind these will be much harder to put on. Get yourself some of those gardening gloves with the rubber coating, they help a lot.

Pop a squat. This will immediately drop your heartrate back to resting rate and it will stay there as long as you're in this position (it doesn't work like this for normies lol)

Get yourself a shower chair and take cooler showers

If washing yourself is a major chore don't be afraid to use an electronic scrubber! I've heard there are some specifically for exfoliating but honestly I've just been using one meant for scrubbing my shower and put a soft pad on it. Works like gangbusters!

I'm running late so I'll leave it here, but my asks are always open if anyone has questions!

Take care of yourselves.

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skellymom · 3 months

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thoughts on the new bad batch trailer?

(i saw it had come out thru @techs-goggles9902 and couldnt be bothered to watch it for hours and now i have im so excited)

~ Jamie <3

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Heeeyyyy, @fionajames <3

I just posted a spoiler...looks like someone is back w/their brothers...*cough* Mosshair *cough*

Please take my analysis with a grain of salt as Disney can post flashback scenes, scenes that might look to be part of a whole sequence but are two separate/several ones to throw us off. Plus these is plenty that they AREN'T probably including in the trailer. Should be interesting if there will be a second trailer for S3.

I don't see too much serious evidence that outwardly points to Tech. HOWEVER, I do see two "maybe" possibilities in the trailer and they are both wearing helmets:

Timestamp 1:03, The "X" Clone Trooper shown in the second half of the trailer. Now I have seen one trooper who unalived himself in the last season w/Senator Chuchi and Rex, so we know there are clones still actively working for the Empire. And, if you look REALLY close, Timestamp 0:36, there are more X Clone Troopers in the trailer scene right before the one w/Omega getting scanned. It's a shot from the top of the room showing what looks like 3 X Clone Troopers and a droid. Could one of them be Tech? Don't know.

Timestamp 1:14, The scene with the Imperial armored soldier in the cockpit of his ship lifting his left arm up. Did Tech steal a stormtroopers armor to save his brothers? Remember Tech's "hand signal" callback to S1? Is he signaling to The Batch? Or, also in Tech fashion, is he flailing because of an explosion as Tech sometimes does? Or, is it just a random stormtrooper and not Tech?

Looks like we get Fennec, Rex, Echo, Phee, Howzer, Cad Bane, Ventress, Palpatine, and Scorch.

The scenes in the trailer that REALLY has me scratching my head:

Timestamp 0:28 shows an Imperial Transport ship crashed and smoldering on a large hill. Is it the same ship from Timestamp 1:07? Faraway shot of several figures walking away: The one at the top of the hill looks like Omega. There is a figure either rolling down the hill: Wrecker? Although, silly me who works with dogs...it almost looks like a dog running down the hill. And a figure at the bottom that I at first thought was Crosshair...but then it kinda looks like Rex with the shadowy person walking next to them on the other side. It looks like Phee's hair. Or did this ship only carry Omega as seen in Timestamp 1:23? Did she meet someone on the planet to help her hide? Someone with a dog (I just remember the wonderful scene with the space puppy licking Omega's face and how happy her laugh sounded)?

Timestamp 0:33 is that Crosshair in the left hand side of the screen walking calmly in the opposite direction (that everyone else is running)? Is he settling a score? Is that Clone Trooper "X" (possibly Tech?).

What does the "il" uniform patches on each side of Omega's shoulders mean. I checked the Aurebesh language keys online. Doesn't match up with anything.

Who is CX-1??? Timestamp 1:15. Boba Fett????

Timestamp 1:21, who is the dude in the white and grey armor??? Wait...OH SHIT...is THAT WOLFFE???

I DON'T trust Emerie. She's creepy. Sorry. Not all the clones are tight with one another. I worry she's in secretly with Hemlock.

Are Fennec and Cad Bane working with The Batch? Or against them? Is Ventress teaming up with The Batch against Palpatine? Or is she truly fighting them at the end? Or is that just two separate scenes meant to look like they go together?

And, something that makes me sad: Both Hunter and Wrecker look older, more aged. They are still so handsome. However, with the stress of what they have gone through, plus their advanced aging...well, how long do they have left? The still of Echo doesn't look like he aged at all. Could it be that he isn't as accelerated due to what the Techno Union did to him? Or were The Batch genetically altered to be so specialized...but live even shorter lives than the Regs?

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #clone force 99 #the bad batch season 3 #thoughts and musings about season 3 #skellymom #ask

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c-kiddo · 2 years

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i knoww i know i know the 2 years since cad aroace confirmation isn’t quite yet, but i thought about it this morning n got happy n drew this in like 1 go so. .. *spins around so fast* ✸🍄

[Image description: A digital drawing of Caduceus from Critical Role, shown from the hips up, set against a dark grey background with black and pale-green stars and swirls and a redcap mushroom at the top centre. Caduceus is a pale grey firbolg with long pink hair with a couple small braids in it. He is wearing a a muddy off-white apron over a green robe and black long sleeve shirt with a swirly pattern. His apron has leafs, a small white flower, and a trowel in the pockets. He also has a beaded necklace on. He is holding up an AroAce pride flag, with black, purple, grey, white, pale green and dark green stripes, behind himself, looking up at the upper left corner with a smile on his face. End description.]

#caduceus clay #critical role #cr2 #critical role fanart #aroace #aromantic #asexual #myart #2022 #i rly like how it turned out ngl because it was rly fun 2 do :'-3 and feels v autistic loll #described

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Can I please get a Daemon and your daughter from "a princess is born" in which to her father's pride and her mother's utter despair, she claims a wild dragon? (just a Dad!Daemon with some fluffy and maybe kinda funny)

I hope this satisfies!

A dragon is not a slave

Pairing: Daemon x Fem. Reader (Summer Isles wifey) x Baela (their daughter.)

Summary: Baela, yours and Daemon’s child, has reached a point in her life where she can finally claim a dragon. However, it is not the type of dragon everyone would have expected her to claim.

Warnings: Aegon being a loathsome cad (bigly, I might add) | Drinking | Drunkenness

Themes: Some minor angst | Soft | Fluff

Author’s notes: I’ve used Gods of the freehold for deities in this story, not the Seven. Also, in this entire line of stories, Aemond never lost his eye to Lucerys, but there is constant conflict between him and his brother Aegon, and unlike their father and uncle, there is no love between them.

Word count: 4.2K words

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It began as all such tales begin.

With a stormy night and a story.

Viserys, king of all Westeros, visited Dragonstone, to spend time with his daughter, his brother, and their families.

The king was frail now, close to meeting his makers. Viserys had to be taken about in a special wheel chair, and the journey to Dragonstone tired him. Still, he insisted on it, as everyone believed he would not live for long and he wanted to spend time with his brother and daughter before Balerion claimed the king’s soul for his own.

It was after supper, and the children all asked their grandsire to talk to them about the dragons, and how they were finally moved to the Stepstones.

"It was the Maesters, you see," Viserys said, as the rest gathered around in a circle and listened. "They came up with the idea of the dragon pits, as the dragons would grow weak and stunted when denied unfettered freedom. They wanted to weaken our family, to rid Westeros of magic and--"

Joff cut his grandfather off with, "But why would they want to do that? Rid the realm of magic?"

"Because magic eludes them, refuses to heed their calls," said Daemon, on his brother’s behalf. "They envy our dragon riders and our dragon dreamers, they envy the Northerners for their green seers and wargs. They claim to seek magic, but they don’t respect it, and as such, magic always eludes their grasp."

You were content to sit next to Daemon on the sofa. "Is this why you moved the dragons to the Stepstones?"

"Yes, good sister," Viserys said, taking a careful sip of his drink, which contained herbs to relieve his pain. "After the last hatchling grew no bigger than a misshapen dog, I had my spies dig around and find out what the Maesters were upto. All the eggs and the remaining dragons were moved to the Stepstones, and now, the keepers tell me, they are all thriving."

"What about the wild dragons, uncle?" asked Baela. "Are they still here?"

"Still here and keeping to themselves, thank the Gods," said Viserys. "Well, sheep stealer and grey ghost no one would mind, but Cannibal…"

Rhaenyra had to stop Joff and Visenya from throwing grapes at each other. "He turned fifty, didn’t he?"

"And killed twelve would-be dragon riders during those fifty years," Viserys mumbled. "Twelve victims. Brave souls all of them, thinking they could subdue the beast. And your father," he turned to Baela, "Would have been thirteenth because of m--"

"My recklessness to prove myself to the others," Daemon cut him off quickly.

Viserys turned to him, his eyes glistening. "You shouldn’t have to do it," he said, still ashamed that his recklessness nearly ended his brother’s life.

Daemon held no malice or anger for what happened. It was a decision he’d gladly make again, for anyone he loved. "I want to. Let us leave it at that, eh?"

The rest looked at them both, thoroughly confused. You held your tongue, for it was not your tale to tell. No one besides you knew the truth of what happened, how Viserys went looking for Cannibal, how Daemon had to pull him out of the way before being burned himself. You promised to let Daemon take this secret to the grave, in order to protect his brother.

Baela came over to her father, making herself comfortable on the armrest next to him. "But why won’t Cannibal yield, aba? They say he was born in the pits before flying off after trying to kill his first rider, so why won’t he accept one?"

Daemon brushed back his daughter’s hair. "Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. And besides, sometimes a dragon will wait till they find a rider worthy of them. At least, that’s how some of the stories go."

"Which is why they must be treated with the utmost respect, yes?" Viserys looked into the eyes of everyone who had gathered. "Dragons are not lap dogs, is that understood?"

A grape flew in a perfect arc and hit Laenor neatly on the nose. "My boys are all grown men," he said, rolling his eyes when Joff looked at him and giggled. "And with families of their own, yet they still insist on acting like children."

"What are children for, papa, but to test their parents?" Jacaerys said with a mischievous grin.

"Gods save us," Laenor said as he stood up and clapped his hands. "Right. It’s late, and we all need to rest. Big day tomorrow."

You and Daemon looked at Baela and smiled. On the morrow, she would turn thirteen, and after that, she would be allowed to claim a dragon for her own.

…………

Baela opened her eyes long before the sun had risen.

She carefully dressed herself and tiptoed her way to the kitchens.

Baela looked around to make sure no one was up and about. The cooks and maids were rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and had all sat down to their breakfast. Their attention was elsewhere, and Baela took her chance.

She scurried over to the butcher’s larder, and carefully picked out a few cuts of meat that were kept aside for the dragons. Even dragons, despite their fearful nature, liked their treats, and their riders would often indulge them with the castoffs.

Baela chucked everything into a large bag before tiptoeing again, this time out of the fortress.

The island was shrouded in mist, and cold. So very cold. Baela, determined as ever, pulled her cloak tight and walked to the far side of the island, where the wild dragons nested. The Dragon Mound.

After listening to her uncle’s tales, Baela was curious to see if she could claim a wild dragon for herself, instead of waiting for years for a tame dragon to form a proper bond with her. She had to be careful, for while her father might tolerate such a scheme, her mother, on the other hand, would not.

She couldn’t blame you, as you had grown up on tales of the freehold and what happened when Valyrians tried to claim wild dragons that refused to yield. Still, she was determined to see this through. After all, she was your daughter as well as her father's. She would not let either side down by giving in so easily. Baela fought back her growing fear and exhaustion and pushed on.

The hike was hard, and the climb down to the caves was just as hard. Baela took great care to avoid cutting herself and giving the game away. The bag grew heavy and started to smell. Baela still pressed on until she found a cave that had bones scattered all over the entrance.

They were all too charred and burned to be distinguished as human or beast. It could not be human, she decided, as the keepers would have warned the others if people started to go missing. This must be the cave of Sheep Steeler, or the shy Grey Ghost. Baela, relieved, set her bag down, upending it and emptying it of all contents. She then walked backward and turned away from the entrance.

At first, she heard nothing, felt nothing. The minutes passed, and the sun started to rise. Baela would have to leave soon, before her absence was noticed and someone came looking for her.

The seconds ticked away, and then there was a deep thump.

Then, another deep thump.

The air grew warmer, and she heard a deep huff. Baela gulped and kept perfectly still. She heard gravel crunching, of bones splintering and shattering. She heard another huff, a snarl, this time in her direction. She gulped again, but kept perfectly still, not wanting to startle the beast with sudden movements.

The air suddenly grew cool again, and when Baela turned, she saw that her offering of meat had been accepted. Gingerly, she tiptoed her way to the cave entrance. There was nothing there, but she was sure a dragon was deep within the cave, watching her while shrouded in darkness. Not wanting to test her luck, Baela picked up her bag and walked away again.

When she did, a pair of large eyes flew open from within the cave and gleamed wickedly in the darkness.

…………

The feast went ahead as planned.

The mood was somewhat dampened, of course, when Viserys’ children turned up. Sweet-natured Helaena was always welcomed, and her brothers—well, that was another prospect altogether.

Aemond was always angry with his brother, and Aegon reciprocated his brother’s feelings. The two of them could never be left alone for long before they started to tear chunks out of each other. Still, everyone tried to keep the brothers apart for this day, for Baela’s sake.

While Baela and her cousins tried to be nice to Aemond, Aegon was another prospect altogether, and the others made it a point to keep her and Visenya well away from him. For once, however, Aegon behaved, but everyone kept a watchful eye on him.

That night’s revelry went ahead without incident, although Aegon was determined to drink himself into a stupor. You leaned over to Daemon and whispered in the language of your people, "Do you think we should cut him off?"

And Daemon, who had become fluent in your people's language after learning it, replied, "You'll have an easier time bonding with Vermithor than any of us would in stopping the future king. Leave him be, darling. Perhaps if he drinks enough, he won’t be a bother to anyone."

You sighed but accepted your husband’s counsel. And Daemon was right. You’d have an easier time bonding with the Bronze Fury than getting Aegon to stop drinking.

Daemon and you both gave toasts in honour of your daughter’s thirteenth birthday. "To the next dragon rider!" Daemon said cheerfully, and the rest roared in approval.

Laenor looked up from his meal. "Have you decided yet on what dragon to claim?"

Baela kept her tone perfectly neutral. She wanted no one to find out she was trying to claim a wild dragon. "I haven’t yet, uncle." She turned to her food, her hands trembling when she remembered the long trek, the bones crunching, and the beast sniffing at her back. "To be honest, I cannot actually make up my mind."

Five healthy dragons have hatched, and two more were waiting for riders. "You have plenty of time, sweetheart," you said over your wine. "Take all the time you need to decide."

Baela speared a new potato and smiled like anything. She had already decided, but she was certain no one was going to like it once the truth came out. Aegon replied by burping loudly and falling back into his chair, his mouth half open in an ugly snore. "And the green will yield to the purple,” Helaena mumbled to no one in particular.

Aegon nearly fell out of his chair and had to be physically carried to bed, but at least he was out and not creating a scene. Everyone relaxed, and conversation flowed more freely.

"I hear you are to wed, uncle?" Visenya addressed her uncle. "Who is the lucky woman?"

"A Baratheon," mumbled Aemond. "Her name is Alys."

You arched a brow. "This does not make you happy?"

"No, princess y/n," Aemond moderated his tone after catching his uncle's warning glare. "She is not what I would have chosen for a bride, but alas, everyone else insists. I must wed the lady before the moon is out."

"I hear Alys is very nice." Baela and Visenya had been debating what to have for dessert. Candied almonds or sugar plums? In the end, they settled on a little bit of both. "Like Helaena," added Visenya. "So she can’t be all that bad."

Aemond snorted. "I doubt it."

Baela exchanged a look with her cousin but chose not to respond. You leaned over to Daemon, switching to your native language again. "What was that all about?"

Daemon had already formed some suspicions over the years, and Alicent's insisting her second son marry and leave the nest served to strengthen them. "I’ll tell you when we're in bed."

You nodded and listened as Laenor changed the subject. The rest of the feast went on pleasantly for everyone.

…………

Baela woke up the next morning, as early as the day before, and got started on her new ritual.

She would sneak off into the kitchens, and then sneak out again with cast-off cuts of cooked meat. She would make the trek to the other side of the island, carefully making her way down to the caves, not stopping until she found the one she was looking for. Baela would take a few steps back and turn away from the cave, leaving the meat where it was the day before.

And like yesterday, she would hear one deep thump, then another. The air would grow warm. Something would sniff at the meat, then eat it. That same something would then sniff and snarl at her.

And so it went on, day after day after day, until Baela walked out of the kitchens one morning, certain that no one would notice, only to run into her father.

Daemon simply stood there, arms across his chest. "And what, pray tell, are you up to?"

"I…" Baela dropped the bag, embarrassed with herself for getting caught. "I’m off for a walk, aba."

"Hmmph." Daemon went over to her bag and opened it. His nose crinkled a little at the smell, and his eyes went wide when he recognized what the contents were. "Treats for dragons, yes?" He gave her a questioning look. "But you don't have a dragon, at least not yet. And all the unclaimed dragons are on the Stepstones. So, why would you need this meat?"

Baela gulped, tried to come up with an excuse. "I…. I…"

Daemon’s lips quirked up, his eyes lighting up with wicked humour. "Offerings to the old gods?"

"I… I..."

"You do know the Gods of Valyria demand live sacrifices, yes?"

Baela sputtered.

"Preferably unblemished sheep, or goat. Even chicken would do in a pinch." Daemon tried hard to look serious. "But I suppose day-old cooked beef would do."

Baela groaned in defeat.

"Sheep Steeler?"

She shook her head, but refused to raise it. Daemon curled a finger under his daughter’s chin and tilted it up. "Grey Ghost then?"

Baela managed a meek yes, much to her father’s relief. "Alright. I won’t tell your mother about this. But you must come to me if you want to go further than feeding Grey Ghost. Do you understand me?"

"I will." Baela threw her arms around her father in gratitude. "Thank you, aba."

Daemon chuckled, but waited till his daughter had walked far enough before following her. He kept out of sight, impressed by the paths his child took, how she carefully climbed down to the caves. He tried to peer over the stones, but the dragon, whatever it was, was hidden by surrounding boulders. Daemon wouldn’t budge until Baela picked up her bag to leave.

And one fine day, she heard no low snarl.

She would only hear the dragon take a deep sniff, and huff in her direction. She’d try talking to it, all while keeping her back to it. Baela swore it listened.

Once, she thought she heard what sounded like a gentle purr. She rushed back home, to talk to her father about it.

Daemon, having heard it himself after having followed her yet again, was wondering how long it would take for this to happen. "He likes you," he said, pleased as punch. If everything went according to plan, his child would be the first in their family’s entire history to claim a wild dragon. "Dragons only purr if they’re attached to one person, bonded to them, and if a wild dragon does that, then it means—"

"It means what?"

Daemon quickly stood up. "Sweetheart," he said as you stood there, eyes wide and mouth half open in surprise. "We…"

"Are talking about a wild dragon, yes?" you turned to your daughter, who in turn had looked away. "Really, bee? A wild dragon?" You turn on Daemon next. "How could you?"

Daemon tried to reason with you. "Sweetheart, we--"

"A wild dragon, husband!" you said in despair. "How can you even encourage such a thing?"

Daemon gestured for Baela to leave, and she did, wasting no time to quit the room.

"Sweetheart," Daemon guided you to a chair, urged you to sit. "Please, listen to me. Baela has been careful."

"I--" Daemon held up a hand to cut you off.

"Our daughter knows what she's doing," he said as he crouched in front of you, taking your hands in his. "I’ve been following her, and I think she may have successfully formed a bond with Grey Ghost. He’s purring. I’ve heard it. That’s a very good sign."

You still thought it was a very bad idea. "She’s our child," you sniffled as tears pooled around your eyes. "Our baby, and if anything happens to her, I…"

"Sweetheart, Baela, is tougher and smarter than the both of us." Daemon wiped your eyes, not wanting to show that he too was secretly worried. "She will be fine, I’m sure of it. No harm has come to her so far. She will be fine. Our daughter will be fine."

You managed a smile for him, your heart feeling like it was being squeezed the entire time.

And as for Baela, she went for a walk with her cousin to clear her head and to try and stamp out the guilt she was feeling, for going against your wishes to not bond with a wild dragon.

They had been talking of Visenya’s own plans for her sixteenth birthday, when Aegon came upon them near a cliff on the far side of the island, close to the Dragon Mound, and the caves beneath it. He was surly this morning, and bored. He looked at them as if they were fresh prey. And his feared uncle was nowhere in sight.

"Ladies," he crooned cloyingly sweet. "How are we this morning?"

"Fine, my prince," Baela mumbled as she and Visenya dipped to curtsy. "And how are you? Are you enjoying life on the island so far?"

Aegon was bored out of his wits, and he said so. Dragonstone was dreary, even though it was his seat as crown prince. The air was always cold and damp and salty, the company wanting. And there were no pleasure houses in sight. "Have either of you been? To a pleasure house, I mean?"

Visenya slipped her hand into her cousin’s, wondering if someone would hear if one of them screamed. "No, my prince," she said. "I’ve heard my brother’s talk, but that was from a time before they were wed."

"Yes," Aegon sneered. "Your mother raised three bores for sons. Perhaps I should take the both of you, when you next visit the Red Keep."

Baela stiffened. "That is not necessary, my prince. Besides," she swallowed, her eyes darting towards the fortress. "It would be most improper, for ladies to visit a pleasure house."

"Scandalous, yes?" Aegon sneered again, only this time in a way that made both girls very uncomfortable. "But you needn’t worry. I will take you. The both of you."

"You cannot."

"I am the crown prince! I can do what I like.!Now come. I could do with some company."

"Actually," both Baela and Visenya hesitated. They remembered the warnings, to not be alone around the crown prince. "We would stay here, my prince." Baela could feel fear burning a hole in her gut. She cursed herself, for not asking Jace or Luke to accompany them.

When Aegon took a step towards them, the girls took a step back. "Come with me," he hissed at them, his eyes blazing with fury. "That’s an order."

Visenya shook her head. "No, your grace."

"Come with me, you pathetic chits!" Aegon took another step toward them. "Now!"

Thump.

The cliff face shook, as if something big was scaling it. Aegon blanched. "What fuck is going on?"

Thump.

This time, they all jumped, and backed away from the edge of the cliff. There was a snarl, followed by something rumbling. The cliff face kept shaking, as whatever it was that snarled was making its way closer to them. The air warmed up like a warm summer day. It grew warmer and warmer, and the source of all of it made its presence known.

Gods be good, thought Baela, as she pulled her cousin back with her. It’s him.

A body that was as black as the darkest pits and green eyes that seemed to spit fire appeared before them. The beast opened its terrifying maw, its roar threatening to break the very earth they stood on. It unfurled its wings and roared again, making them shrink from it. Its hot breath felt like a furnace, and they huddled in fear, cowering before it. And then, the beast went silent and inched forward, sniffing at the air around them.

It snarled around Aegon, as if in warning. It then turned its head toward the girls, sniffing and sniffing. Visenya it ignored, and Baela?

She was rewarded with a soft huff, something that almost sounded like a purr. Visenya’s eyes went wide in awe. "He likes you," she whispered. "Cannibal actually likes you."

And he was the one she had been feeding all this time, not Grey Ghost. Oh, her mother was going to lose it, Baela was certain.

But there was nothing you or anyone could have done, at any rate. A bond had already been formed, and if the tales were true, a bond could never be broken, not until the dragon or rider died. "You must ride." Visenya pushed her cousin forward. "Do it. The first flight seals the bond."

Baela looked at her cousin like she had sprouted a thousand eyes all at once. "Do it," Visenya urged, when they heard raised voices. Others were rushing towards them. "Claim him, or you might never get another chance if he flies off again."

Baela took a deep breath and said the first command that came to mind. Cannibal had once heard commands in the pit, but will he heed them after so many decades of running wild? "Māzīs," she said, inching forward.

The dragon tilted his head, as if listening. This time, Baela put steel in her voice. Dragons could smell fear and disrespect and would never respond to either. "Māzīs," she said more firmly.

This time, the dragon inched his way towards her, lowering his head as if to show he was no threat. When voices grew louder, he turned to the keepers rushing towards him and roared, forcing them back.

"Lykirī," Baela said sharply, and Cannibal turned his attention back to her. "Dohaerās, Cannibal."

Cannibal looked at her, studying her. What he did next shocked everyone. He lowered a shoulder to the ground, painfully and uncomfortably low for him, but low enough so Baela could climb him easily. When she struggled to reach his neck, he rolled his shoulders to push her up. She had to hold on with a squeal. Baela then came up with the next command. "Sōvētēs."

He took one fast step after another, building momentum. Baela had to grab onto one of his neck horns for more support. The edge of the cliff neared, and when his wings unfurled, she closed her eyes, thinking that this was the end.

Only it was not.

Daemon reached the cliff edge, a smile tugging at his lips, his chest filling with pride as dragon and rider soared overhead. Cannibal circled the fortress once, then twice, then dipped to the harbour, causing terrified workers and sailors to duck in fright when his shadow loomed over their ships. He took off into the clouds next, and Baela was sorely tempted to let go, to see if she could touch one. The lack of a proper saddle and reins stopped her from doing it.

Her thighs ached and her palms bled from holding so tight. Still she endured, believing the price was worth it. When they came back to the cliffs, Baela had been both laughing and crying at the same time, so overawed was she by the experience. When Cannibal landed, he lowered his shoulder to the earth again, so she could get off. "You've ruined horses for me,” she mumbled as she tried to catch her breath. “Did you know that?"

The dragon’s chest rumbled, as if he understood.

Baela gulped when her father walked towards her, and she steeled herself for the inevitable scolding. Oh, Daemon was nothing but fiercely proud, but he still had to chide his daughter for giving him such a fright. And as for you?

You lectured your daughter thoroughly for her recklessness, but secretly, you were proud too. Of course, you wanted your daughter to stew a little before you finally admitted to it. Daemon told his brother, and Viserys broke out into the biggest smile he had ever seen. "So he has finally come back to us," Viserys was as proud as his brother. "And it took your daughter to make it happen."

Translations:

Māzīs – Come

Lykirī :Calm

Dohaerās: Serve

Sōvētēs – Fly

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I have a Soul Mate AU with Cad Bane request for you! Where they find each other somehow and how our dear blue man would react? Could either be fluff or Smut! I’ll leave that up to you! 😊😊

Seeing Blue (AU)

Cad Bane x GN!Reader

word count: 2.7k

In a world of black and white, you only see colour when you see your soulmate so what happens when it turns out to be an infamous Bounty Hunter?

warnings: reader almost gets mugged, AU, love at first sight I suppose??? Cad an awkward yet somewhat sweet arsehole. Not proofread, a bit rushed

Masterlist 🤍

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Cad Bane walked along one of the many levels of Coruscant; a place he rather much hated but always finds himself being strung back to.

He didn’t shy away from who he was. He walked with pride and would not hesitate to bite back at any Clones and their petty Jedi who would happily arrest him just for breathing. Well, that and a little bit of violence on the side.

It isn’t too hard to imagine what life would be like in colour when you’re practically walking the slums. It was dark and gloomy to begin with so seeing everything in black and white never made much of a difference. Though, Cad had wondered what it would be like to see colour for just once in his life.

He had heard rumours, old tales on how one can only see the colour of the one you’re destined to be with; your soulmate. Only them. Thinking it was a bunch of Bantha poodoo, he’d scoff whenever he would overhear someone claiming to have seen the warm flesh of another. Ridiculous.

“Where are we finding the target Mr.Bane?” Todo had brought Cad out of his dreary thoughts and nods briskly to the sky.

“At the top.” He blandly replies to his droid. For the last two missions Todo had been getting on his nerves; incorrectly giving Bane the wrong details needed so Bane had threatened to cut out his circuits if it happened again. So, Todo was doing his utmost to please Bane and make things better which was hard to do with a man with little patience.

Reaching a rendezvous point that his client had set out for Bane, himself and his droid hid low behind a wall, using a pair of Binocs to scout out the area.

His target was a Britarro named Larzanp who had a knack of feeding false information to anyone and everyone just to cause both trouble and financial gain. He was a target everyone wanted to get but had very little success. But, he was fairly confident that he’d get the job done. As for Todo, he didn’t know anything about it. In fact, Bane was so stubborn that he did not tell Todo a single thing about the target other than the fact they were after one. No species, gender, identity, nothing.

Cad observes the area, looking for any sign of the target and ignored his droid whenever he asked a question.

“Is it them?”

“Are they wearing a hat?”

“Are they wearing clothes?”

“Are they armed?”

“Will ya shut it!” Cad hissed, using his arm to hit the droid away as it kept blocking his view through the Binocs. His aggravation to his droid kept growing and growing over the last few rotations but boy, he was about to explode any second now.

He keeps scanning but then his heart stops. Quite literally. He didn’t think he saw it at first but as he did a quick second glance, he sure as the Maker saw it. Saw you.

Your skin glowed among the sea of grey, eyes shining and smile beaming as you sat outside a small cafe, face tucked into your holopad.

His blood that was already cold must’ve turned into ice at that point because as you glanced up, feeling as if something was watching you, he had ducked down and kept his hands close to his chest and shut his eyes. He was above you on a ledge that overlooked the small market place so he was sure that you didn’t see him.

Todo paused and looked at his Master in an odd way. “Mr.Bane? Are you alright?”

For the first time in a long time, he was speechless. He didn’t know what to say. No snappy remark or even dismissal with a wave of his hand.

Silently, he crouched up again and ever so slightly peaked through his Binocs in your direction. Of course, there you still sat, radiating a warmth he had never seen.

This was his soulmate. He never thought he would have one. And by how you looked, you looked nice. Too nice. An innocence on your features that was too selfish of him to ruin.

The Bounty Hunter in him was screaming at him to stay rooted to this spot and get the target but that disgusting notion of feeling different when he looked at you was too much to handle. He had to retreat. The first time in a long time.

“We’re leavin’ Todo. Can’t stand being on this damn planet a second longer.” He stands, head hanging low but thankfully the large brim of his hat hid his features so he couldn’t look at you… as much as he wanted to.

He turns on his heel and leaves but Todo stayed. The whirring in his little head was almost short circuiting out of confusion. “This is not like him.” Todo looks around, seeing what the cause of his Masters fleet could’ve been but was left uncertain. So, he sped off after him and decided not to question Bane further.

Ever had the feeling of eyes trained on you despite being surrounded? That feeling lingered on you for a while as you tried your best to ignore it, sipping on your drink and keeping your head low in your holopad.

Occasionally, you’d glance upwards. Watching the balconies and ledges where some citizens would linger but nothing stood out. If it or someone was watching you, they were quick to hide.

The feeling left soon after and that’s when you called it a day. You left a few credits as a tip on the table you were sat on, slung your bag over your shoulder and headed off. You stopped for just a moment, looking back to the ledges but again saw nothing.

The walk back to your ‘homely’ apartment was a good twenty minutes. You had no speeder bike but that was fine with you. The prices were going up for them anyway and the weather was nice to walk in so you did not mind. Where you lived wasn’t awful but it also wasn’t fantastic. You had to go down dodgy side paths and tunnels which was fine during the day but at night it was a bit eerie. Of course, the sun was setting and the shadows of buildings and signs became silhouettes in the dark.

You’re minding your own business, walking down one of these tunnels but slow down your pace as two figures emerge from the shadows. Tall and mean.

You thought it could’ve been nothing and thought it better to take a different route. Yet as you turned, three others had shown up too.

“Great…” you mumble silently to yourself, self consciously pulling your bag tighter to your body.

“Going somewhere?” A voice of a Zabrak called out, followed by laughter of other sentients.

Clearly, obviously, they were talking to you but you kept your lips tightly shut. You never prepared yourself on what would happen if you were ever mugged and now seemed a better time than ever to have learned

“You deaf? He asked where you’re going?” A human male spoke out, closing in on you until you’re backed into the wall.

“Home.” You squeaked, cursing your voice for sounding so weak.

“And where is it where you live?” Another asks.

Your palms are sweaty and your breathing becomes ragged. “Not too far from here.”

They look at each other, smirking, and then back at you. “We’d be more than happy to walk you home sugar?” A female speaks up this time, voice purring yet wicked.

You shake your head. “That’s quite alright, can you just…?” You try to squeeze past, hoping they were just horribly teasing you but when one grabs your bag and starts yanking it viciously, panic kicks in and you start to fight back.

“GET OFF!” With one hand on the strap of your bag, you swung your other hand in the direction of one of the attackers in the face as she approached, followed by a swift kick to the balls to another.

“Give it here and we promise we won’t kill ya!” The Zabrack hisses but before you could even fight a reply, shots are fired in the air.

Your hand lets go of your bag, arms wrapping around your head as if it would stop you from being hit and cower to the floor.

All you heard was a lot of grunting, shouting and cursing followed by some other blaster shots. Silence then filled the tunnel.

Slowly, you lower your hands and look around and gasp to see five bodies on the floor and around your feet. “What the fuck?” You whisper to yourself but as a throat clears, you jolt in shock and push yourself further back into the floor and squint to see a tall figure cowering in the shadows.

“W-what do you want? I don’t have any money.” You stutter pathetically, just wanting to go home at this point.

They don’t respond for a moment before they push themselves away from the wall and step closer. Their hat covered their face but you felt your blood run hot as you swore you could tell that was a glimmer of colour to their clothes.

“Relax. I don’t want ya money.” His voice drawled out, slow yet intriguing.

“Oh.” You let out a shaky breath, looking at the bodies and slowly reaching over to grab your bag. “W-who were they?”

“Dunno. Just people wantin’ the money of a sweet thing like y’self.”

“Are they dead?” You ask and watch as he shakes his head from left to right. “Good, good.” You sigh, kinda glad you won’t be charged with murder if any guards come walking by.

You close your eyes, catching your breath for a moment before attempting to stand back up but your legs fail you, clearly too shaken up but before your knees could crash to the ground a arm wraps around you and hoists you back up. “You good?” He asks slowly, making sure you’re steady before letting go rather quickly.

“F-fine, yes thanks.” This time, you look back at him to see that he was no longer in the shadows. Your eyes go wide and mouth slightly parts as the shade of his skin almost blinds your eyes.

His eyes lock onto yours and you nearly faint. Never had you seen eyes so red ever in your life - literally. They’re narrowed, trained on you as if reading into your thoughts about the revelation in front of you.

“You’re… you’re my soul-.”

“Don’t say it.” He shakes his head, tone sharp and suddenly finds it hard to look at you.

You frown, quite insulted. Were you not appealing enough for him? “Why not? You don’t like me?”

He scoffs and looks back at you. “I don’t know ya.”

“Looks wise I mean?”

He closes his mouth and takes in your appearance again from up close. Still innocent, still beautiful. “You’re alright.”

You laugh at this but it wasn’t like you were insulted, he was clearly awkward and who wouldn’t be? You haven’t seen colour all your life and the one time you do, it’s your supposed soulmate and they’ve just saved you from being beaten up and robbed. It’s a little awkward. Kinda romantic in some gritty drama way. “Well, you’re alright too….?” You trail off gesturing for his name.

He gnaws on his lip and is more than glad that Todo was not nearby to see this. “Cad Bane.”

Your eyes squint as if in deep thought. You had heard that name before and when it clicks, you hum. “My soulmate is a Bounty Hunter? Interesting.”

You see his brow raise, intrigued. “Ya know me?”

“I think if you’re a famous Bounty Hunter word gets around.” You tell him and he feels somewhat bashful. And he hated it. When you tell him your name, he repeats it and lets it dance on his tongue.

“Nice name.” He awkwardly compliments, still wondering why he was still stuck to this spot with you. What was it about you that had him so captivated?

You shrug, “it’s okay. Quite boring in comparison to yours.” Despite the trauma you just nearly endured, finding yourself somewhat flirting with him came almost naturally. You didn’t feel awkward despite only just meeting him and you were rather intrigued to find out more about him.

He hummed, sticking a toothpick between his lips and looked from left to right to make sure there was nobody else around and luckily, there weren’t. “Ya gonna get back home alrigh’?”

When a pang hit your stomach, it wasn’t because of the thought of you not getting home alright, it was because maybe you wouldn’t see him again. Clearly, he didn’t seem all that interested and probably thought soulmates were stupid (to which you had thought for a long time too) but given the circumstances and as you gazed at the blueness of his skin and redness of his eyes, you wanted more. Wanted to see if he was willing to give you anything.

“I might do if my soulmate walks me home?” You rocked back and forth on your heels, hoping that fluttering your lashes at him might get him to fold.

“I’m… busy.”

You smirk. “So you agree?”

He blinked at you, eyes penetrating. “Agree about wha’?”

“That we’re soulmates.” Ah, you caught him there.

Usually he’d get angry for someone tricking him, making him say something he didn’t mean but he didn’t react. Instead he tilts his head, gives you a once over and pulls the pick from his mouth. “You’re really interestin’, y’know that?”

Playfully you roll your eyes and maintain a smug look. “But I think you like that. After all, how could you not if we’re meant to be together?”

He almost stuttered at the fact and for a second didn’t know if that was true or not. He’s already agreed in his head that you’re attractive enough and clearly had a good wit about you. You’re lacking in combat but if he were to see you again, perhaps he could teach you a thing or two.

“Can I be honest with ya?”

You nod for him to continue, the pair of you not even realising that you both had started walking side by side, not even giving a second glance at your attackers. “I’m a dangerous man and not many folk like me. I can’t promise ya anything.”

You grow curious. “What would you promise me?“

He stills and moves to stand in front of you. “I can promise that you’ll be safe by my side but I can’t promise a loving relationship if you really are my soulmate.” He bites his tongue, trying to not be as brutal as he knows he should. But, the warmth of your flesh was making his hormones crazy. Never had skin looked so appealing. “I can hurt ya.”

Carefully, you take a step towards him and trace a finger along the brim of his hat. Your eyes are soft, enticing and you lock them onto his blazing red ones. “Oh Cad, I don’t think you would hurt me.”

“You don’t know me.”

“And you don’t know me. Yet, you’re walking me home.” Your voice is hushed, feeling enraptured by the sudden close proximity between the two of you.

He’s trying to stay stoic but you’re clouding his senses. You seemed so innocent when he gazed upon you from afar but up close, you’re mischievous and he quite liked that. “Only seems right.” He says slowly, his fingers twitching before they eventually landed on your waist.

“So does this.” You whisper, gesturing to the two of you and although he was willing to disagree, he was also partial to agree.

With the whole ordeal of rescuing you, seeing you, and seeing colour for the first time got the better of him. He couldn’t resist a second more and closed the gap between you, swallowing your surprised moan with his lips on yours. They’re rough as expected for a Duros but so intoxicating.

Your eyes are closed, welcoming the sensation of kissing this man, this stranger yet someone who was made for you.

“How much further away is ya home?” He wanted to get to know you more.

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You're Awful, I Love You: Part 39

Sentry took a deep breath. The theater certainly was grand, and the drama of it all, the beautiful sets and costumes, the powerful music, it was wonderful. But the stuffy nobles were an eyesore, they couldn't appreciate the artistry here. He realized with disappointment it was unlikely there would even be a real death at the end, even as he read the program. Still, the synopsis spoke to him. He leaned against the wall and skimmed through it. The paragraph describing the final act stood out. 'Count Roderick, realizing the subterfuge of Baron Aurelio's family, races back to his friend's side only to find him mortally wounded and dying. Regretful, he sings of their deep friendship, holding his bleeding friend as he passes in his arms, swearing vengeance for his fate.' “Of course, they're 'friends'” Sentry chuckled. “Gods forbid these dull witted nobles realize the obvious.” But still, he tucked the program into his vest as he continued his walk, the music of the orchestra swelling behind the doors. On stage had been a scene of some vapid half-elven beauty singing about love and innocence, the sort of thing these patriars were REALLY here to pretend they believed in. He passed through the halls and to a small, nondescript door at the end of the corridor, ducking behind a decorative pillar as he noticed two figures standing there, the half-orc actor from the beginning and that girl again. He was grasping her hands, which Sentry was just realizing were quite frail and delicate, there was a pallor to the grey-blue of her skin up close that he hadn't noticed in the dark. He could also see dark circles under her eyes, which she was trying to hide with makeup.

“Geryn, you promised we could spend the night together.” She was saying softly. “I know, darling, but my wife is back in town, it's unexpected I assure you.” The man ran a hand over the girl's face. Sentry rolled his eyes. This cad... “Oh...I understand...Still, we could...maybe...I can meet you backstage after the others have gone?” She asked hopefully as the half-orc pulled her close, leaning in for a kiss. “Mm....perhaps, that might be pleasant. Very well, dear Jaina, my dressing room in one hour.” He kissed her and then disappeared back through the door. “I certainly hope he's your next target.” Sentry stepped out, arms folded across his chest, an eyebrow raised. The girl gasped in surprise, taken aback. She looked up at Sentry like a deer observing a hunter and took a nervous step back towards the wall. “My next target?” “Oh...right, it's the clothing...Yeah, this isn't my usual get up, is it?” Sentry chuckled with a shrug. “Forgive me, I didn't realize just how appropriate a cloak was for the opera when I dressed for the evening....But...” “A cloak....” The girl thought a moment and then gave Sentry a long, discerning look, taking in his horns, his height, and then finally those black boots with the silver filigree buckles, the only part of his clothing he never switched out. “Y....You're him....” Sentry lazily examined his fingernails, feigning boredom and ignorance. “Him who?” The girl gave an exasperated sigh and glared. “Oh don't play dumb now....I saw you that night! The Dread Executioner!” The tall young tiefling rolled his eyes. “Not so loud, this song isn't THAT entertaining, someone may hear.”

“I...guess I should thank you, though...that man meant to harm my students. I didn't think I could do it alone...when my brother was late to our ambush.” She gripped her upper arms and looked away. Yes, this girl was sickly. It was harder to tell at first blush, after all, her body was far from emaciated, in fact she carried weight to her, though it was carried well. She was a pretty enough girl. Still, her pallor and the slight tremble of her limbs, not from fear, Sentry knew fear, this was the tremble of one who had stood too long without aid of a cane, odd for someone who seemed younger than he was.

“You seemed to do just fine with the other one, the one about a ten-day ago.” Sentry remarked, leaning back against the wall, arms folded over his chest. “Which means you've improved, and in quite a short time, just a couple of months, really...Have you considered assassin's work?” The girl looked disgusted, her pale blue eyes narrowed as she glared at him. “Sir, I am a teacher! Everything I do is to protect my students. I only do....that... when I have to!” “Fascinating.” Sentry raised his brows and smirked. “I never realized murder was part of a teacher's job description.” “It's....I don't....I....” She bit her lip, color rising in her pale cheeks, she bit her lip, clearly flustered. “And anyway, how did you find me here!? Are you following me? Am I a target?” Sentry sighed and shook his head. So clearly this girl wasn't trying to become an Unholy Assassin. A pity, no one expects an ill girl straight out of a tragic romance novel. With training, she might have been great. But, as much as she was not trying to join his family, she also wasn't some haughty patriar. If this was her 'good' dress, Sentry felt sorry for her. He could see the tell tale signs of several mendings. It was practically threadbare and hung somewhat loose on her. Besides, the shade of her horns and her bone structure did nothing for any of his art, the shark-like skin was interesting, but young and short in stature as she was, there would hardly be enough of it for anything grand. So she was not a target either.

“No, you're not my type.” He winked and turned to leave. “Oh...but....also I assure you, that man isn't your type either. He's leading you on. Don't waste your time.” And with that, he made his way back down the hall towards the door to the private box, leaving the girl standing there, equal parts hurt and confused. As he slid back into his seat, Enver gently reached for his hand and Sentry smiled, satisfied. As their fingers entwined, he completely forgot about his previous conversation as he began to scan the crowd for a likely source of materials. He could feel the envious eyes of their hostess on his back and he reveled in it. 'Not you, old hag, you can live with the knowledge that you're his pawn and I am his king.'

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