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on usefulness. on becoming both the blade and the lamb

tumblr user @/divorcefemme // Anaïs Nin // tumblr user @/willowcrowned // Mitski, “I Don’t Smoke” // Lilith Kerr, "bite back" (from unloving the knife)

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GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

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So I’ve been having mad thoughts about Shin Tano onehshots I want to write…is this allowed? I know some fan fictions on ao3 can tag works inspired by the story but I am not sure of the etiquette about this. Please let me know as I would really like to post something

Oh absolutely!!! The more shin tano the better!!!

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I’m filled with what I can only describe as “inspired-to-write” energy, but I don’t know where to go with it

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@mandalorianfleshenjoyer

*giant wind gust outside*

Me: “Don’t say it.”

My Brain:

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“This Chapter Is Too Difficult To Write!” Local Writer Says About Every Chapter.

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Okay yes, one of these is actually me a few months ago , HOWEVER… it was FUNNY

No pressure tagging @bluedeedeedoop @mandalorianfleshenjoyer @stellanslashgeode

I was tagged by @a-amvryllis (thank you for the tag!! I was DYING to do this!!)

Tagging: @dirtylandotini and @khaoticspartan (aka my newfound besties on this app 🥹 but also only if you want to!!)

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I had to count how many cases I needed to grab from the back for work 😭

No pressure tags; @stellanslashgeode @mandalorianfleshenjoyer

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

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Fandom Friday, 11/15: Fanfiction!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we begin...let me first do a little check-in with everyone, so that as many of us can start off with a fairly good morning as possible. In other words, if you haven't had any glasses of water yet, please do; if you're able to get yourself some breakfast, go ahead...and if you haven't taken any necessary meds yet, please take them.

Now...if you're all ready to go, here are my picks of the week.

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @threebea:

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @sinfulsalutations:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @im-no-jedi:

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @rex-meshla:

ANDOR

Andor Fanfiction--By @ghostofskywalker:

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @violetwanderer:

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @echoingbirdsofprey:

AHSOKA

Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @kalevalakryze:

Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @illuminatedquill:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every two weeks, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, and if it's a little longer between updates, please stay safe out there.

No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @theosb0rnway @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenabb104104 @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.

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Fireside

AO3 Link: Here! For @wolfwrenweek Day 4: The Chariot | Thrawn's Star Destroyer [prompt: put her canine teeth in the side of my neck] Warnings: n/a Summary: Shifting so their head could rest on her shoulder, Sabine smirked at the way the cold beskar stung at their cheek and their face contorted in annoyance. “Take that off and maybe I’ll tell you.”

“Well that’s a poor excuse to get me out of my armor.” She laughed, then, she rotated just enough, reaching her arm out to tug the blonde until she shifted. The crook of her nose fit perfectly in the space between her pauldron and chest plate. Sabine felt the deep inhale as they settled, forehead resting snuggly in her shoulder, and her hand even going so far as to wind around the Mandalorian’s waist.

“You’re just built to be uncomfortable and annoying, aren’t you.”

Exile with Shin Hati turned out to be… Not as bad as Sabine thought it would have been. As the nights got colder and Baylan got closer, they would pack up and travel. Sabine learned a lot in those first few weeks- the first and foremost being that Shin drooled in their sleep, evident in how she’d had to scrub blood-stained spittle off her pauldrons once she’d finally gotten them free of the rocky canyon they’d been stuck in. 

The second, and probably more important than the last- Even being in proximity to the blonde, Sabine was not free of the bond that suddenly connected them. Instead of freedom, she found her nights and days plagued by random flashes into the blonde’s eyes. Either looking at her own body as she built a fire, cleaned her armor, or packed up camp, or the haunting memories of Baylan’s betrayal, beyond him dismissing her as his padawan. Stone formations, marble coffins, locked doors, unnatural flames, and a ghastly voice in her ear. 

Shin was more than a mystery to unravel, but at least she felt like she’d managed to unravel a few of those many layers. 

The fire was roaring by the time Shin returned from their meditation, whatever snowflakes dared to enter their dome of peace and warmth were quickly melted by the raging inferno trapped in the small pit. Sabine’s howler rested his head on her knee, allowing the Mandalorian’s fingers to itch through the tufts of fur that had thickened for the weather. When the blonde dropped down next to her, Sabine nudged at their leg with her foot. “Sooo,” She drawled, hooking her heel to rest overtop of their shin.

Unbothered, Shin’s hand came to rest on Sabine’s knee. It was surprisingly domestic for both of them, the way Shin’s fingers tucked in between the smooth, chipped beskar of the armor and the material of her flight suit. She wasn’t sure when this had started, but found she was grateful.

Maybe it was their shared grief, or maybe Sabine was just fundamentally fucked up in the head, and Shin was starting to check off all of her boxes as they grew closer. 

Shifting so their head could rest on her shoulder, Sabine smirked at the way the cold beskar stung at their cheek and their face contorted in annoyance. “Take that off and maybe I’ll tell you.”

“Well, that’s a poor excuse to get me out of my armor.” She laughed, then, she rotated just enough, reaching her arm out to tug the blonde until she shifted. The crook of her nose fit perfectly in the space between her pauldron and chest plate. Sabine felt the deep inhale as they settled, forehead resting snuggly in her shoulder, and her hand even going so far as to wind around the Mandalorian’s waist. 

“You’re just built to be uncomfortable and annoying, aren’t you.” They grumbled, contradicting their own words when they shifted instead to press their nose into the side of her throat. Her heart stuttered at the way Shin’s breath fanned across her skin, which was freezing in comparison to everything about Shin in the moment. 

“I dunno. Figured you liked things the hard way.” She shot back, unthinking as her fingers squeezed Shin’s shoulder. The huff of air against her throat brought a smile to her lips, at least she didn’t die, so… definitely a plus in her book. 

The silence that fell was calm, with only the crackling of fire and the rare nightlife lighting up the world around them. At some point, Sabine’s howler got up and decided to graze, scouring the ground just at the edge of the fire’s light for bugs and small critters. The electric feeling came back only when Shin’s weight shifted, putting more of their weight against Sabine’s side. 

She didn’t say anything, and so, the blonde inched closer bit by bit, until almost all of her weight was in Sabine’s lap. “Comfy?” She finally spoke, her voice no more than a mumble as Shin got comfortable. 

“I think you just might be.” Sharp teeth brushed against the side of her throat, causing a shiver to shoot up her spine. Her hands moved to settle on their hips, thumbs brushing along the myriad of materials they’d used to patch their tunic and skirt. The press of lips to her pulse point was enough to make her squirm. 

“Shin-” They pulled back almost immediately, and like a viper, Sabine’s hand shot out to stop them, coming to rest at the base of their throat as they leaned back in her lap. “I didn’t say go anywhere,” She felt her voice drop an octave, and took great satisfaction in watching blue-green eyes blow wide and dark, and the feeling of their throat moving under her palm as the other woman swallowed thickly. 

This time, when Shin leaned back in, her teeth grazed against the column of her throat with intent. Sabine’s hand scaled along her back until she could tangle her digits in their hair, her other hand still holding on tight to their waist as both of their hands moved to a corner of her chest plate. “I’ve thought about doing this every moment since I first met you.” They admitted, though before Sabine could retort in either agreement or disdain, their canines were pressing into her throat. Her knees jerked beneath Shin’s weight as their tongue, warm and wet, lapped at the skin in reach. Sabine’s curses fell on deaf ears as Shin worked their mouth along every inch of her throat she could reach, leaving dark marks against her skin that could rival even the dark, faded color of her own hair. 

“ Gotal’ade , fuck,” Sabine grumbled once they finally pulled back, her hand wrapping around their throat once more and her thumb pressed into their pulse point in a way that made them flush. Before her traitorous brain could ruin the moment, Sabine pulled Shin back in, wasting no time in pressing their lips together.

Their noses brushed against each other as both of Shin’s hands traveled to tangle in messy brown and purple waves. Sabine’s hand stayed pinned between them, feeling the way their pulse hammered when she licked their bottom lip. When Sabine’s tongue crossed the barrier of parted lips, she felt that now familiar tingle of their bond, felt arousal and desire and fire raging within, and when she licked into the blonde’s mouth, she felt that same fire roar at the choked whimper that stayed prisoner between them. 

When Shin’s hands traveled low once again, and she felt their fingers inching below her chestplate, Sabine had to, annoying, pull back. “Fuck,” She panted, releasing their throat and hair in order to rest her hands against their wrists. “Shin, I’m sorry,” The blonde’s forehead rested against her own, cool eyes clouded by lust met warm gold in understanding. “Not here, but… Once we’re safe .’

“Will we ever really be safe?” They grumbled, even as their lips pressed into the corner of her brow. “That is not a nicety that has ever been afforded to us.”

“I’ll make it happen. I promised you once, I’m promising you again.” She squeezed their wrists once more before letting go, allowing the blonde to relax her head into her shoulder once more, and cursing every ounce of rational thought for keeping her pants on. She just had to be the responsible one these days- Ezra owed her, big time. 

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Cross the World for You

AO3 Link: Here! For @wolfwrenweek Day 3: "I can help you." Warnings: blood and injury Summary: Come alone. A simple enough request, though Sabine knew the danger hidden in those words. She’d never faired well alone with Shin. The scar on her abdomen tingled at the thought, she could feel her energy seeping through the old wound just as it had that evening on Lothal.

Come alone.

A simple enough request, though Sabine knew the danger hidden in those words. She’d never faired well alone with Shin. The scar on her abdomen tingled at the thought, she could feel her energy seeping through the old wound just as it had that evening on Lothal. 

“What is it?” Ahsoka questioned, her facial markings furrowed as she studied her padawan’s spaced-out stare. When golden eyes met her own, she seemed to understand quickly. “You must face this on your own, then.” Silent, Sabine only nodded. Her lips parted as if she wanted to tell Ahsoka request be damned, though the Togruta interrupted. “Sometimes, we have to set aside our personal feelings in order to do what is right, Sabine. You know this better than most others I’ve ever known. However intense your rivalry, we cannot let Baylan sacrifice her for his beliefs. It’s wrong.”

Head hung, Sabine nodded. “Yeah.” She sighed dejectedly. “Okay.” Channeling everything from her time in the Rebellion, Sabine forced herself to stop looking through her feelings and to approach the situation tactfully. “Keep an eye out for Baylan. I’d prefer not to run into him while I’m getting them out of there. Once I have Shin, I’m going to get her to safety. I don’t want to take her straight to the Noti camp, especially if he’s chasing her like this.” Rubbing at her eyes, Sabine peered off to the skyline. “I’ll find a way to let you know where we end up. Once I’m sure Shin can be civil and not attack me, the Noti, or you, and we can find some way to conceal their position from Baylan, then I’ll bring her back.”

Ahsoka pondered the plan, nodding slowly as she watched it play out in her head. “Alright. I’ll follow your lead until we part, I’ll stay nearby only to drag Baylan’s attention. The rest is up to you.”

Alright, Shin. Tell me where I’m going. 

Once she was far enough from Ahsoka, it didn’t take long. Some kind of inner compass seemed to come to life, either in herself or her howler, though she couldn’t be sure. After wandering through the snow for an hour, Sabine found a spot of discolored snow, red staining the fluffy substance in droplets, reaching deeper into a rocky crevice further ahead. Her stomach did backflips as her Howler came to a stop. 

“Wait here,” she commanded, sliding from the saddle and grabbing her pack, all the while not taking her eyes off the trail that had been left for her. “If Baylan comes, retreat, but otherwise-” She finally looked away, grasping the Howler’s chin in her hand and meeting its gaze. “Don’t go anywhere. I need you to be brave.” The beast blew out a huff of air, its tongue hanging out lopsided from its mouth. The Mandalorian only had a moment to dodge its tongue as it tried to kiss her goodbye. “I’ll be back.” With that, Sabine treaded forward.

The rocky terrain was hard to navigate, climbing up and down, using footholds to find higher ground, only to scramble back down once uneven stones threatened to slip from under her feet. She was sure she got turned around more than once in the mad scrabble to find Shin, though the blood painted on almost every surface steered her in the right direction, until eventually, the droplets looked wetter and felt warmer when she reached them. She was close. 

Trepidation filled her lungs as she found a small cave nestled far in the back. She couldn’t feel Shin the same as when the blonde was in her head, or vice versa, but she could feel something almost… electric charging the air the closer she got. 

All of a sudden, Shin was there. Her weight was supported by a damp cave wall almost entirely, blood seeped through at least half of their tunic, while mud caked the once shining silver of the armor on their hips and shoulders. Her vambraces were gone, and the sleeves of her shirt had been torn away; though by beast or bramble, Sabine could not say. “Gotal’ade, you look like a fucking wreck.”

Shin huffed out something unintelligible. Sabine had to bite back the laugh that threatened to bubble past her lips. “Alright. Give me your lightsaber-” She eyed the weapon, scuffed and filthy, where it rested on their hip. “And we can get out of here.”

“I will not disarm for you or anyone like you.” Shin spat some fire, life, returning to their eyes as they blocked the weapon from sight with their forearm. 

“I trusted you enough to come alone, after everything you’ve done,” Sabine mirrored the blonde’s movement, though her arm pressed higher above her hip, pressing against the scar against her abdomen that throbbed in a near-constant reminder. “You have to trust me now. Trust me, that I’m going to do what’s right.” She extended her hand now, offering more than just support to their wavering stability. 

Like a wounded animal, tired eyes jumped, first to Sabine’s hand, then to her blasters and saber, then to meet her gaze. That electrical feeling tugged again, something deep in her bones. “I still hate you, you know. But I won’t let you face this, not alone.”

“Good.” Shin rasped. Finally, finally, the blonde reached out. Sabine tried not to notice how perfectly their hand fit within her own. She barely had time to, in fact, as the blonde seemed to dive into the opportunity, to allow someone else to shoulder the burdens of the weight they’d been carrying. 

Sabine took the weight with grace, arms circling around the blonde’s waist and tugging her close until they weren’t at risk of hitting the ground. “Pain in my ass.” She grumbled as their chin dropped into her shoulder. 

With the threat of Baylan looming ever closer, Sabine was faced with the task of maneuvering a passed-out Dark-Sider and the mile of Peridea’s entire jagged boulder supply. “This is where the fun begins.”

Mando'a Translation Gotal'ade - Makers

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Dreams Of Madness

AO3 Link: Here! For @wolfwrenweek Day 2: Force Bond Warnings: Attempted Murder, Nightmares Summary: “What did you see?” Ahsoka didn’t look at her, merely guided the way to the path they would take for their morning meditation sessions, allowing the Mandalorian to scramble after her. When Ahsoka stopped walking, Sabine nearly slammed straight into her back, stopped only when the older Force-Sensitive turned to place a hand on her shoulder. “It’s Shin.” She panted, reaching to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Baylan is after her, and I think-” She could feel the crustiness of sleep under her fingernails as she rubbed at her eyes. “I think he’s trying to kill them, and that it’ll unlock something to do with somebody’s mother.”

Like most life-altering events for Force users, it started as a dream. Her exhaustion ran bone deep as she worked tirelessly at Ahsoka's side. Baylan was still on the planet, and the Togruta was working tirelessly to find him. She had no idea who the ‘Brother, Father, and Sister’ she would mention were, but was promised time and time again that all would be revealed in time. Trust in the Force. 

But she was trying! As hard as she could, every single day. Huyang was growing impatient with her as she failed each grueling question or missed the mark during saber training. She used the Force already, so why was it being so kriffing temperamental? 

She’d finally stormed off from the ancient robot, cursing his power cells as she did, stomping the entire way to the temporarily decommissioned T-6, tarps and cloths draped from the wings to create some semblance of privacy and protection from the harsh dust storms that ravaged the planet. 

Sleep had found her easy, though her rest was anything but. The moment her eyes shut, she was running. An orange fire burned from the hilt in her hand, a blade carefully crafted—fractured by Master and Apprentice, just like their bond. Each breath was ragged and rough; it felt as if blood was flooding in every breath. “Shin!” a booming voice called. Sabine felt fear spark up her spine—fear that was not her own. 

She tripped- the hand that caught her weight against the ground was not her own, the saber that burned into the dirt was one she’d only ever seen wielded by her enemy. “We must be willing to make sacrifices for the greater good. You have always known this.” His voice was close, too close. Her muscles screamed as she twisted, raising her blade just in time to catch the staggering blow as Baylan brought his saber down against her own.

This was not her Master. The only thought Sabine could agree with as she seemed to watch on. This man had been twisted, and corrupted by Abeloth and the false promises offered to him.

 Get out of there!  Sabine found herself shouting, willing the body that was not hers to just run. The body complied, legs pumping to create distance between herself and the man in her Master’s body.

When Sabine awoke, sweat-drenched her brow, her flight suit clung to every crevice of skin it could reach, with armor digging painfully into soft flesh to boot. She felt eyes on her- another flash of fear as she scrambled for her lightsaber, illuminating the night with a fluorescent pink light. 

Ahsoka’s eyes seemed to twinkle in the night, the otherworldly glow that they had at night dimmed in the light of Sabine’s saber. “Let’s talk.” Was all the Togruta said, motioning her head to the split in the tarps. Sabine scrambled to follow, still uncoordinated- her muscles burned, and she could feel her heart thundering in her eardrums. 

“Ahsoka, I—” she started, wiping her sweaty palms against her pants. Her sweat-slick skin immediately felt the harsh cold of the night as it soaked into the fiber of her being. Her legs ached as if somehow, she was still running from a monster.

“What did you see?” Ahsoka didn’t look at her, merely guided the way to the path they would take for their morning meditation sessions, allowing the Mandalorian to scramble after her. When Ahsoka stopped walking, Sabine nearly slammed straight into her back, stopped only when the older Force-Sensitive turned to place a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s Shin.” She panted, reaching to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Baylan is after her, and I think-” She could feel the crustiness of sleep under her fingernails as she rubbed at her eyes. “I think he’s trying to kill them, and that it’ll unlock something to do with somebody’s mother.”

Ahsoka did not respond, turning her gaze upwards as a familiar figure floated on the wind high above. “I see.” She whistled a tune, loud and high into the silence of the night. “If he believes that they are the key, then we have to protect them.”

Sabine scoffed, feeling the familiar boiling of anger starting in her chest. “Seriously? You think Shin would let us protect her? After everything?” She recognized the sound of pawpads on the ground, two sets, laden down with gear. Ahsoka’s been planning this- or something like it, at the very least, for a while now. 

“She let you see that she was in danger.” Ahsoka answered matter-of-factly, brushing her hand down her Howler’s snout as she approached. “We can’t make them come with us, but if they’re taking this step with you, then there has to be hope, somewhere.” 

Dejected, Sabine nodded, admitting defeat by burying her face into the side of her Howler’s neck as he trotted up to her. “Whatever, let’s go save them from the consequences of their actions.” 

Every time her eyes would drift shut, Sabine would see them. It was through these ‘nightmares’ as she’d taken to calling them, that she was able to find clues about their destination, though each time they got too close, the trail would go cold, and they found themselves back at square one, chasing Shin and Baylan all across Peridea, having all but abandoned 

Three giant statues stood tall on a cliff face. Sabine felt the chill of winter settling into her bones as her poncho whipped wildly in the wind. The snowfall was no gentler as it fell to the earth in blankets. “It’s been weeks, Ahsoka.” Sabine called over the rising snowstorm. They’d all but abandoned Huyang and the Noti, and while they both knew that this would be an excursion, she knew Ahsoka hadn’t brought enough supplies for this to continue. 

Her spine tingled. Danger. It wasn’t too unlike what she’d felt in her nightmares, except now it was the aura of fear watching through her own eyes. She wasn’t alone in her mind. Shin?

Stop looking for me. It was just her own thoughts, but she could hear their voice plain as day, accented and exhausted. 

Just stop running. I can help you. Her fingers fisted into the warm fur of the Howler below her, trying to ignore the feeling of Ahsoka’s eyes on her. Forget Ahsoka right now. I can help you.

There was a pause in their communication, a moment that allowed the Mandalorian to breathe, the moment that could have shattered everything they’d built over the weeks of loth-cat and loth-rat. 

Come alone.

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Erosive Humanity

For @wolfwrenweek Word Count: 1,311 Warnings: Blood mention Summary: “You’ll blow them up, then? How fun.” Shin drawled, heels pressing into the boulder upon which they sat. Their elbows rested on the tops of the armor on her thighs, chin resting in the palm of her empty hands. Sabine could see the whirlwind behind grey eyes, no matter how inactive the dark sider appeared. “What?” She hissed as she scrambled to stand, sidestepping a blast from a laser as she felt the wild shot from her pursuers steer far too close. “Sorry, Might not have heard you right- what?”

Sabine was running, her boots kicking up dirt and debris as she skidded across Peridea’s barren landscape. All she had to do was make it to her cache, blow the nomad gang sky-high, and use the following chaos to get back to the rendezvous. Easy, simple, a first-timer could do it with no problem, so she’d be fine! 

The beskar of her knee plate scraped against stone as she slid into the small alcove, practiced fingers making quick work of the light camouflage that hid the burrowed-out hole from view. The bombs were crude, lacking the wide array of colors that she had once prided herself on, though they did more than splatter paint in a stormtrooper visor, the results would more than make up for the drab greyness of their shells. 

“Well, that looks interesting.” A voice called from her right, it sounded bored, of all things, and as Sabine spun around with the explosives grasped in her hand, her other shot towards the new saber that sat at her hip. “You’ll blow them up, then? How fun.” Shin drawled, heels pressing into the boulder upon which they sat. Their elbows rested on the tops of the armor on her thighs, chin resting in the palm of her empty hands. Sabine could see the whirlwind behind grey eyes, no matter how inactive the dark sider appeared. 

“What?” She hissed as she scrambled to stand, sidestepping a blast from a laser as she felt the wild shot from her pursuers steer far too close. “Sorry, Might not have heard you right- what?” She followed, brows furrowing as she watched the blonde, waiting for something that could explain the sacrifice of her only allies. 

“I know your history, Wren. And my scouts have reported on the… surprise you’ve been cooking up.” They shrugged as they moved to stand from the boulder at last, sliding off the jagged surface and reaching only to adjust the tattered cloth that hung around their shoulders. “Do it. Blow them up. I want to see how the shrapnel will pierce their skin.”

Her fingers tightened against the volatile weapons. “Your scouts? How long have you been watching us?!” She snarled. “I’ve got half a mind to blow you up!” 

“Only half?” Their eyes flashed with something akin to predatory. “I’m not stopping you, am I?” Their arms stretched out, Sabine’s eyes immediately flashing to the slivers of metal hidden inside their vambraces, blades that she could no longer wield with her hands bare. “Do it. It’s us or them, so to speak, yes?” 

Sabine growled, frustration bubbling as she looked between her weaponless opponent and the quickly approaching gang. “Fuck you.” She snapped before pulling the pin. 

She did not stay to watch the way the shrapnel cut through the nomad's armor as if it were nothing, and she did not dare to look at the exhilarated look in Shin’s eyes as they watched the show. In the ensuing chaos, she ran, refusing to look back even when the heavy weight of eyes settled against her back. 

The next time Sabine ran into Shin, the Mandalorian had been fighting with the irrigation pipes in their small, desolate garden, barely held together with the rainfall that fell once every several cycles. 

“Damn you, get over here!” Sabine hissed as she stretched herself, trying to reach a roll of thermoplastic that would allow her to bond the two pipes together without having to hold them together. Water squeezed out from her clenched fist, moistening dirt too far away from the crops that so desperately needed the stored moisture. “Come on you kriffing-” 

“I don’t understand why you’re trying so hard to reach it.” A voice intoned, startling Sabine enough to have her momentarily lose her grip entirely on the pipes. 

“What the fuck-”

“You have the Force, don’t you? Or was it just a one-time trick? Can’t summon up anything special in yourself to prove you’re worth using it for again?” They taunted, knowing Sabine wouldn’t move from her kneeling position in the dirt, lest the vegetation die of dehydration. 

“Look, you dirty fucking womp-rat,” Sabine growled, glaring up at the blonde as she gave up on reaching for the tape, instead wrapping her other hand tight around the pipe to stabilize. “I don’t know what you’re getting out of popping out of kriffing nowhere. But I’m getting sick of it!” She hissed, growing frustrated as water squeezed between her fingers and fell uselessly to the ground. 

“Sick enough of it to fix your problems and make me stop?” Shin moved towards the tape, though instead of being useful for half a second of their entire existence, the blonde merely kicked it further away. 

The Mandalorian took a moment, breathed in slowly as Ahsoka had coached her, and then lifted one pruning hand from the pipe. Shin watched with rapt attention, waiting for the tell-tale tingle of a novice force user reaching out too far, though they were quickly disappointed when, instead of extending her hand outward, the purple-haired woman merely flipped her the bird, then went back to her task. 

The tides shifted during a ‘normal’ raid against the Noti people. Maybe Shin’s pestering had finally caught up to her, maybe she just caught Sabine on a bad day, or maybe, Sabine was finally beginning to see the wisdom in Shin’s words- how free she could be if she just allowed herself to cut the tethers.

Shin could not pinpoint the exact moment it happened, all they knew was one moment, Sabine was warding off her Nomads from a Noti crawler. And the next? She was on the run, golden eyes holding a dangerous gleam in them that had her heart thundering, and a familiar twisting forming in her stomach. 

By the time Sabine caught her, they were both out of breath. Sabine’s bodyweight slammed into Shin, hard, kicking up a plume of dust and dirt all around them as they grappled. Shin half-heartedly wriggled in Sabine’s hold, though she found every tool at her disposal to be in vain. The strength Sabine used as her knees dug into her hips and nails punctured into her shoulders seemed almost unnatural.

A smile split Shin’s face. “So you’ve finally come to terms with the truth?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Sabine growled. Before Shin could retort with a quirky ‘make me’, the Mandalorian’s elbow came crashing down into their face. Laughter bubbled past her lips as blood welled to the split surface. “Why are you laughing?” The Mandalorian snarled in the face of scrutiny, eyes dark as she reached for the blonde’s chin, forcing their mouth shut and keeping it there. 

“You wanted this.” Realization hit her, though she could feel her anger dissipate, either into the force or into her flipping stomach. Golden eyes followed the trail of blood where it made a trail down Shin’s chin, along the column of her throat, and under the layers of material sitting at their collarbones. 

Shin watched every twitch of Sabine’s gaze, her smile only widening at the flicker of frustration once she could no longer watch the path. “You’re learning fast, Wren.” She wrenched her jaw from the older woman’s grasp, then, as Sabine’s strength faltered, the dark-sider surged upwards. 

Anticipating her movement, Sabine’s hand came to rest at the base of their throat, lips already wet from the blood in Shin’s mouth, Sabine found that she didn’t mind the taste of iron flooding her senses, or the way sharp teeth nipped at her lips, and an invading tongue pushed past. 

All too quickly, it was gone. “Get out of here.” Sabine spat, allowing red spittle to stain their clothes as she shoved herself off of them. “If I see you again, I will kill you.” Wren didn’t spare her a second glance. Shin found she appreciated that nicety, at least. 

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