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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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kalevalakryze · 1 month ago

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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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kalevalakryze · 1 month ago

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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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kalevalakryze · 2 months ago

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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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kalevalakryze · 2 months ago

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ANNOUNCING: SATINE KRYZE WEEK

You are formally invited to a party that will have the whole galaxy talking! Join us in celebrating the Duchess of Mandalore in a week long event that will showcase Mandalorian art, writing, and fashion ✨

Satine Kryze Week will be hosted from January 27-31 2025, and we can't wait to see you there! A sneak peak of what's to come can be found in our Rules and About, but a full prompt reveal will be arriving on the holonet soon...

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kalevalakryze · 2 months ago

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TRICK OR TREAT BITCH

#LOSER #ILY #i'm so sorry i worked soo late yesterday #i missed the spooky season

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kalevalakryze · 2 months ago

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this is a bad thing to ask a dragon with a god complex hoarding their stash.

No pressure tags: @wanderingjedi77 @femmefighter @mandalorianfleshenjoyer

Thanks for the tag @tar-thelien

Feel free to join in:

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kalevalakryze · 2 months ago

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KOFI EVENT!

hello! This month has been a little rough so I’m starting this kofi event earlier. Originally this was gonna be to buy a PS5 but now I just need to get by tbh dhdhhshshs hopefully I still can buy a ps5

ANYWAYS! rules!

Half body

Two characters max

Painted sketch

As always the request are made by kofi with a $20 donations. Pls leave a way to tag you when it’s completed in the same message

Ex of the result

Now the no no:

Ethan Ramsey

NSFW

Meka

Complicated armor

Incest

Furry

And that’s all!

The event will be up from today til the last day of November! Thank you all so much in advance

The request from the last kofi event are still coming out. I will announced when I do the last one so if I haven’t done yours by then pls let me know! Maybe it slipped through the cracks

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kalevalakryze · 2 months ago

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PSA for fanfic writers

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kalevalakryze · 2 months ago

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Love In Misty Shadows

Blue hair and olive skin filled her vision once she opened her eyes. “Morning, sleepyehad.” A melodic voice called, a smile gracing full, red lips as the strange woman crowded her vision. “I swore that you were dead when you washed up.” Rage coursed through Aylin’s veins, with shame and disappointment following closer after. She’d thought… but Iosbel…? Washed up here? Her lips parted to speak, but she was quickly cut off. “Did you know you talk in your sleep? Who is Isobel?”

“She’s…” Cobwebs hung thick in her vocal cords. The Aasimar raised her hand, pressing the tips of her fingers against the golden seam that ran up the column of her throat. “She’s my beloved…” Dark eyes seemed to come alight with excitement. Read on AO3: Here!

The last thing she remembered had been Bathazar’s nails digging into her back, the ironclad press of ghastly mage hands restraining her as blades sawed her wings from her spine. It had been excruciating, beyond any physical pain that had been bestowed upon her since her capture.

When consciousness came to greet her, the pain was gone- all of it, all but the gaping, aching hole in her chest that sat festering since Isobel’s death, reminding her that she was alive where her beloved was not. Aylin tried to orient herself before moving- she could hear waves lapping at the shore, trying vainly to lull her traitorous body to sleep again. Her skin was warmed by Pelor’s grace. The alarm bells were going off now, even as the serenity of the moment settled deep in her bones.

A small hand pressed against the center of her bare chest. “Isobel..?” She murmured, voice thick with sleep as she finally cracked her eyes open, hopeful that the last century had been no more than a mortal nightmare, a terror placed by the memory of Shar’s followers, or a sickness from Illmater himself.

Those red lips pursed smoothly as she rose to her feet, pulling Aylin with her. The Paladin stumbled as she looked down upon the strange woman. The woman’s hands were small in her own, though the strength in which she held Aylin to her was otherworldly.

A sharp pain started in her eye, leaving the daughter of Selûne to drag her hand away, scrubbing at her right eye as if she’d had the vulnerable organ gouged. When her hand came away silver, she turned her gaze accusatorily to the stranger. “Never mind that, darling. I’ve got all you could ever need, anything you could ever want for.” That same small, pale hand reached towards her face, the pain ebbing away with the touch of calloused fingers to her skin.

She was struggling to remember. Why would her eye be bleeding..? Where was she before here? She could have sworn… Ketheric, the Shadowfell, Balthazar. “It’s just you and I here, my love,” The woman cooed, trailing her fingers down the sharp slope of Aylin’s jawline.

Hungry eyes roamed over her skin, alerting Aylin to the bareness of her body. She never was one to hide, though the woman’s eyes looking over her like a meal made her wish for her armor, or even the rags she knew herself to have donned in Ketheric’s prison. “I’m not your love.” She declared, stepping back to free her hand from the other’s grasp at last.

The laughter that bubbled in her throat was dangerous, and Aylin could feel the way her hands clenched, muscles flexing as if she could draw her sword from the depths of whatever hell she’d landed herself in. “I’m what you need, my dear.” She took a step, then another. With every step Aylin took backward, this woman followed. “I’m what you want, deep down.” When Aylin’s back pressed against the scraggly siding of a cliff, with jagged stone formations pressing deep into golden scarred skin, she could feel where her wings had once sat. She focused on that pain, promising that whatever this was, it was not real. “You’re mine, from now until the end of time,” The woman spoke with venom dripping behind every word, her hands coming to rest around Aylin’s hips even as the Paladin reared up, danger igniting every muscle as she pushed back.

“Hell no.” She shoved hard, making the woman stumble backwards. “I could kill you where you stand.” The flicker of fear in dark eyes set her at ease. She had some control, some power, a feeling she hadn’t felt since Isobel had gotten sick and her life had spiraled out of even her mother’s control. “I am not your pet or your plaything. I am spoken for beyond the mortal and celestial planes, and the reaches of any mortal or god that has ever, or will ever exist. My love for Isobel will never fal-”

She was broken from her tirade by a shimmer of magic surrounding the woman. “Oh, handsome.” She purred. Aylin felt herself recoil without consent. “You may try your hardest to kill me, but last I checked, goddesses can’t die.”

“Goddess?” Aylin breathed, voice catching on a lump in her throat.

“You’re adorable.” Aylin felt petulance rising in her as she watched the woman’s face swim in and out of focus as if a mist was concealing something deeper around them. “Bow down now to the immortal Leira,” She spoke with authority and unearned bravado, yet Aylin felt her limbs turn to jelly beneath her, knees sinking into the grains of sand below her as Leria stepped closer still, petting her hand down the Aasimar’s blonde head.

“Fear not,” She spoke, even as her fingers wound in Aylin’s hair, getting a strong enough grip to guide the daughter of Selûne’s chin up to face her once more. “I bring no pain. They cannot hurt you while you’re under my protection.”

“I don’t want this.” Aylin demanded, though her voice felt weak as she struggled to move. If she focused beyond the magic, she could feel the way the mage hands pinned her down, the way an arrow had pierced an eye that was not her own, but she’d taken the pain all herself. Wherever her moral body truly was, it was dying time and time again, and she could do nothing about it. Was this meant to save her from that pain? To make her a coward who hides from the spears and swords as they cut her down thousands of times in all of a moment in this strange land?

“Under my spell, we’re stuck in paradise. No one can come or go, my island remains unknown.” When she helped Aylin to her feet again, the Paladin recoiled, trying to avoid allowing her weight to settle, even as Leira’s arm wrapped around her waist to keep her upright.

“I don’t belong here.” She croaked, though her legs stumbled blindly along as Leira guided the way towards a hut built among the fabricated hills. “There must be something wrong.” In another life, a spear pierced her ribs, and a Dark Justiceir was born anew. She hadn’t the chance to sway them from maiming a defenseless warrior.

“You’re mine, dear.” Was her only consolation as she was led into the warmth of a home that was never real.

The moon hung high over Leira’s prison. Aylin had learned a long time ago that it was not a spectre of her mother’s might, but a trick from the Goddess of Illusion herself. Her bare feet pressed into the stone as she approached the cliff, a soft blanket hanging from her shoulders, warm and still, even as invisible blades opened all too real wounds across her body, spiling silver and leaving gold in their wake, day in, and day out. “Mother.” She croaked, praying in vain for freedom from this hell.

Warmth tingled down the Paladin’s spine the way it would have when Selûne would visit her daughter in the mortal realm, to skirt a hand reassuringly along her back in comfort during her hardest missions. “Please.” Her head hung low, her Other form gurgled as a blade punctured her lungs. “I cannot- I cannot continue like this.” And Moonmaiden forgive her, the way the edge of the cliff looked so tempting, the lightness at her back, knowing her wings would not, could not return to her, were she to go toppling over the side.

Would she die? Would dying in this illusion free her from Leira’s grasp and the Shadowfell at last? Is that even what she wanted? What would Isobel think, knowing her Paladin’s thoughts had been tainted so horribly?

“Aylin…?”

“All I hear is screams.” Her voice wavered as a sob tried to sneak past her lips.

“ Aylin get away from the ledge!” Leira called, the soft soles of her sandals padding against the false earth. She stopped just a few paces away, as if afraid getting closer would provoke the Aasimar into taking the plunge.

The Paladin turned, hatred and bile rising in her throat as her hands pulled into fists. “You don’t know what I’ve gone through! You don’t know what they’re doing to me, what they did to her!” Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, yet she refused to cry, not for the man Ketheric had been, and not for her own fate. She was stronger than this, she was the sword of the Moon Maiden, and gods be damned if she didn’t get a chance to die a warrior’s death.

“It will be fine, dear,” Leira was holding her hands out, trying to persuade the woman into rejoining her away from the ledge. “Come back inside, dear. Love of my life, come back to our paradise.”

The first teardrop fell, dropping into a scarred groove along her cheek and racing into the columns along her throat. More followed as she dropped to her knees, exhaustion turning her body to stone, unable to find it in her to stay standing. “Just let me close my eyes.” She begged, digging her fingers into the dirt.

At last, Leira approached, and for the first time, the hands that touched her shoulders were not seeking to take what she was unwilling to give, not looking for the defilement of a gift only given to her beloved, but to offer comfort, as misguided as it could have been. Pain shot through her body like electricity, and something heavy like poison sat in her lungs.

“I know that your life has been hard. I’ll stay inside your heart, let me carry it for us both,” She tried to reason, though Aylin felt inconsolable. The screams from her other form were too loud, she couldn’t drown them out. Each breath came too fast, burning her lungs as if the poison could break through Leira’s magic and damage her here. “Life would be so much worse if I allowed you to die. Love of my life, I beg you to allow me to keep you safe here, just stay in my open arms.”

She remembered Isobel, at that moment. Something dark and sinister drowned out by a life so bright, a light that had been extinguished by a father’s greed. Isobel was a devout follower of Selûne, hells, Aylin was devout since the day she’d learned of the war between light and dark, and what had it earned them? Isobel was dead far too soon, and Aylin had died more times than she could count in each dream, had found countless new scars amongst her body, gold that Isobel had once traced was replaced instead by the toxic memories that haunted her.

“Selûne!” She roared, her voice cutting through the false sky, All her muscles were taut, her body on fire as she hucked a fistful of stone off the ledge.

“She needs my help.”

“Lay your hands on me in friendship, not-quite-Sharran, and I will fight the battle that has been waiting for me this last century. Then, oh then… We have much to discuss.”

She did not know how she’d been freed from Leira’s prison, only that she’d woken in her other form, back in the Shadowfell to the glorious sight of strangers ripping Balthazar’s life from his bones, the fulfillment of her dreams to shuck his corpse off the side, into the swirling abyss of the Nightsinger’s emptiness.

She’d found freedom and friendship in those strangers, but more than that as well. Her wings had returned, fulfilling a century-long ache as her Holy armor found it’s home against her body. Her wings stretched, feeling as if they’d only been disapparated long enough to get a small cramp.

The thrill of battle had been nothing short of resolution in her mind. Stomping Ketheric’s skull to nothingness had been a prayer, and when all was said and done, as the Harpers and the strange group converged in a throne room that had once been a respite, Aylin’s prayers were answered in a way she never thought possible.

“Aylin?!”

The warrior turned, feeling her blood both freeze and burn as she caught sight of her beloved. Even after all these years, her memory hadn’t allowed her to lose a single detail of the Cleric’s face. “Isobel…” Emotion flooded into her voice, and her eyes, still glowing from divine power tunneled, no one else mattered but the woman before her.

She’d thrown her helmet aside, though it did not clatter, like her wings, they merely ceased to exist in the mortal realm, flickering away with a flash of moonlight as her feet began moving down the old carpet. It was too much, it wasn’t enough.

The Paladin fell to her knees, lips parting as she stared before her, fighting the turmoil of just another illusion. She wanted to reach out, to sweep Isobel into her arms, to know that she was real and yet, even as her hands reached out, she could not bring herself to touch the Cleric first. “My love,” Her eyes watered. This couldn’t be a game, even Shar could never do something so cruel to her, right..?

“You were dead..” Isobel didn’t speak, but Aylin could see the tears building in diamond-blue eyes. Aylin nearly recoiled when small hands took one of her own. “I… I saw your body.”

Two fingers pressed against her chin, raising her head to look at Isobel. The Paladin’s eyes slid shut. She didn’t want to chance an elaborate hallucination, did not want to risk breaking the fragile complacency she’d already built after a century of pain. “I’m here.” Iosbel’s voice rang deep in her ears, penetrating her skin and easing her shaking lungs. “A..And so are you.” The cleric’s voice shook with grief as Aylin reached for the hand at her chin.

With Isobel’s help, she finally opened her eyes, rising to her full height and allowing herself to touch at last. “And my father… He… He can’t hurt us any longer.” Aylin felt her grief, though she could not feel the same, not for the man whose deaths she’d taken over and over again. She preferred to remember him as smooshed brains and a shattered skull, though she knew not to share that much, not when the grief in her beloved was so raw.

When Isobel’s arms wrapped around her neck and gloved fingers curled into the slits of her armor where her wings would sit, Aylin knew it was no mere hallucination. The woman in her arms was as real as anything around them. Tears streaked down their faces, though neither said a thing about it. She was home at last, the press of another’s body against her own was no longer painful, but right.

The press of Isobel's nose into the crook of her neck, the smell of night orchards and vanilla all she’d been yearning for. She felt herself mend at the cracks, inside and out. “I dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. That it was all a nightmare that somehow dawn would undo.” She pulled away from their embrace, though refused to let go. She never wanted to let go again.

She knew not of what Selûne had sacrificed to set Shar’s chosen on the path to freeing her, and she would not ask. Perhaps she may have if bitterness did not sit heavy in her heart where devotion once had. Over time, her relationship with her mother would heal, and they would both understand each other’s sacrifice, but for now, with Isobel back in her arms, all Aylin wanted was a moment to rest, to find her own Paradise in her lover’s arms, even if it was in a moldy room at Last Light Inn.

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