#moonlit squad

[wangxianficfinder]

I'm in the mood for...

Aug 8th

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1. Could you recommend me a list of the saddest fanfics of mdzs?

I need a trigger to uplift my reading slump. Thanks^^

🔒 salt to the sea by starmins (M, 31k, WangXian, WWX & JYL, Modern AU, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Road Trips, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Canonical Character Death)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

grave goods by luckymarrow (E, 28k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Minor Character Death, Modern AU, mortician!wwx, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Marriage Proposal, abrupt tonal shifts, Tragicomedy, Comedy, Romance, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Adoption, Implied/Referenced Abuse, for lan parents, it’s not described and is all backstory, Family Bonding, Family Dynamics, Married WangXian, brief daddy kink, the barest hint of consensual non-consent, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, BDSM)

Meet Me At The Corner After Dark by Omen1991 (M, 21k, WangXian, Modern, Ghosts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Character Death, but he's already dead, Injury, Concerns about self-harm, no actual self-harm, Panic Attacks, Office, Tears, Sad with a Happy Ending, Reincarnation, kind of, mild romance, POV LWJ, Ghost WWX, Neurodivergent LWJ, Amnesiac WWX, Siblings who love each other, Autism, Autistic LWJ, Translation Available)

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight) (G, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, LSZ is the best of boys and I will not hear debate, Music, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, [Podfic] to the act of making noise by Ceewelsh, flamingwell, kisahawklin, Rionaa) This is basically Lan Yuan growing up with Inquiry as a lullaby (and seeing LWJs grief through his eyes). It has a happy ending, but I couldn't get through this without a box of tissues. If you want the emotions dialed up even more, listen to the podfic version with music

ius in bello by Lise (T, 2k, JC & JYL & WWX, Canon Divergence, Tearjerker, Sad Ending, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Not A Fix-It, POV JC, [Podfic] ius in bello by flamingwell) WWX doesn't survive Qiongqi Path, told from Jiang Cheng's perspective

dormiveglia (in between sleeping and waking) by comforting_monachopsis (M, 13k, WangXian, XuanLi, Diary/Journal, Golden Core Reveal, Canonical Child Abuse, Canonical Character Death, YLLZ WWX, Oblivious WWX, Protective WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Sort Of, Dysfunctional Family, Family Issues, Thirteen Years of WWX’s Death, Dead WWX, Angst and Tragedy) where wwx doesn't come back but left a journal behind and everyone has to live with it

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2. itmf wangxian dating in cloud recesses study arc?

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 828k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

Just Say Yes Series by edenwolfie (T/M, 338k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Good Uncle LQR, Engagement, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It)

it’s just (aah) a little crush (crush!) by sweetlolixo (T, 9k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Romance, Fluff, Pining LWJ, Humor, Courting Rituals, Teen Wangxian)

🔒 in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, cloud recesses, NHS & LWJ friendship, developing relationship, LWJ pov, minor injuries, autistic LWJ, implied/referenced child abuse, aka YZY warning, genius WWX, light angst, hurt/comfort, WWX protection squad)

💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)

30 Days of Secret Marriage at Cloud Recesses by starandrea (T, 43k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Bunnies, Gusu Lan Forehead Ribbon, Accidental Marriage, Coming Out, Falling In Love, supportive family, Fluff, Happy Ending, the whole story is happy)

A Wedding of Choice by scifigeek14 (T, 17k, WangXian, Everyone Lives, Marriage Proposal, Episode Related Canon Divergence, POV Third Person Limited)

You Are My Euphoria by orphan_account (M, 17k, wangxian, canon divergence, fluff, making out, 5+1, pining)

loveliness by orphan_account (T, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Pining, Teen Romance, Getting Together)

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3. ITMF any fics where there is a focus or moment where wwx knows lwj can and will spoil the hell out of him and give him money for anything. kind of like the "it's not my money anyway" moment in the drama. preferably set in canon time period, but won't say no to a modern au if it has a good plot! thank you!!

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4. I was wondering if anyone was aware of any fics that are dark!LWJ but the relationship between him and WWX isn't toxic or dubcon? Something like a mafia, a/b/o, or emperor au, but without the more non-con like elements that are often found in those fics. I would love to read more dark!LWJ, but the tag is full of the more toxic stuff that I personally can't handle (no judgement here, I wish I could lol), so any help is much appreciated! (ITMF ask)

🔒🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Criminal underworld AU, Fluff and angst, Crime boss LWJ, Rouge criminal genius WWX, Explicit Sex)

Crown Jewel of the Hoard by xFourLeafCloverx (E, 29k, WIP, WangXian, Dark WangXian, Organized Crime, Gun Violence, Consensual Non-Consent, Omegaverse, Shifters, bunxian, dragonji, killing as foreplay and postplay, LWJ is So Whipped, Intersex Omegas, Disfigurement, Blood and Gore, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Jiang Family Bashing, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering) Got mafia and wangxian being together without one of them being forced into it

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5. itmf deaf or hoh wei wuxian please

misunderstood 'verse by sysrae (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, getting hit by cars, Past Child Abuse, Friends to Lovers, Abusive YZY, Caring LWJ, Injured WWX, partial hearing loss, the real OTP is everyone x therapy)

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6. ITMF fics where Lan Zhan and/or Wei Ying smoke/get high (not drunk) can be weed or harder drugs, also okay if it's just Lan Zhan feeding Wei Ying drugs. @thehappyyellow

a constant satellite of your blazing sun (i obey your law of gravity) by Ariaste (M, 26k, JGY/LXC, WangXian, JGY & WWx, Madam LAN/QHJ, Modern, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Family Drama, Flashbacks, HOAverse, Marijuana, Nice Lan Boys Marry Gremlins, (bass boosted) NICE LAN BOYS MARRY GREMLINS, OC(s), (sort of), OC Death(s), (but like it's already in canon so you know about it already)) this is part of the HOA series, but does feature wwx and lwj (among others) getting high. Not entirely sure if it can be read as a standalone, but the entire series is hilarious and absolutely worth checking out.

2am on a saturday by detectorist (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Recreational Drug Use, (no sex happens while drunk/high!), Humour, Pining, Getting Together, Blow Jobs, it's about the yearning, somehow a harmonica gets involved, the lz/mm/jzx best friends agenda)

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7. Itmf the juniors being protective of WWX?

Rotten Work by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 63k, WangXian, WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Protective WWX, Protective JL, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Reluctant Matchmaker JL)

🔒 The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (T, 19k, WangXian, In-Universe RPF, Romance Novel, LJY’s sense of justice, OYZZ’s sense of romance, Featuring a surprise appearance by WWX’s oft-absent sense of shame, Look the ducklings just want their sort-of dads to be happy okay?, And it’s not like WWX or LWJ are doing a good job of ensuring their own happiness, LJY rejects canon reality and substitutes his own, highly relatable actually, Post-Canon Fix-It, primarily drama-canon with cameos from novel-canon, Podfic Available, Russian Translation Available)

🧡 the stone-filled sea by yukla (T, 9k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Post-Canon, senior wei defense squad, a study of the way prejudice and injustice and anger trickle down from generation to generation)

bespoke by cafecliche (G, 3k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff, LSZ is a very good boy, which is specifically a tag for the fic but also just true in general, mostly novel-compliant but could easily be CQL-compliant too)

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8. hello! for the next itmf, i would love to see fics where wwx does empathy with lxc and/or lqr and find out how mistreated he is. could be during his youth or post-sunshot, either one. thank you!

And Time Is But a Paper Moon by sami (M, 139k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Healing, Mental Health Issues, PTSD, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, BAMF LWJ, BAMF JYL, Getting Together) I'm not sure if these are quite what the requester was looking for but Lan Xichen uses Empathy (and is traumatized by it) to see a past timeline

❤️ All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix It, Not Jiang Family Friendly, JFM & YZY Bashing, YZY Bashing, Definitely not YZY centric, Fix it for our main characters, Time Travel, Butterfly Effect, Madam Lan Lives, No Sunshot Campaign, Artistic License, Unreliable Narrator, JC Bashing, non-yunmeng WWX, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Good Uncle LQR, OOC, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, WWX gets the love and care that he deserves from the very beginning, Mainly CQL but has elements of the novel as well, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, verbal and physical (c/o Zidian) abuse from YZY) and Lan Qiren uses Empathy to learn who a sick child Wei Ying is and learns about Wei Ying's abuse in his past timeline

Rise of the Divine Oracle by BlakSalt (T, 291k, WangXian, Boy Love, Hurt/Comfort, Romance)

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9. Does anyone have any Sizhui-centric fics where he learns about or pieces together his past with wwx and the wens before wwx comes back? 🥺 Like 'Would You Come Home?' By s6115, that was so good I need more fics with that concept. 😭 Please and thank you 🙏

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10. Hi I wondering if you knew any fics similar to: A Corpse Called by Name by jaemyun👀 thank you so much for your hard work?

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11. rogue cultivator wangji PLEASE

doesnt matter if its like post wwx's death or before the cloud recesses study arc i just have a NEED for rogue cultivator lwj if no one can find any i'll just write it myself i swear

🔒 And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by Glitterbombshell (T, 23k, WangXian, JC & LWJ, LSZ & LWJ, LXC & LWJ, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, LXC is not really a good brother in this sorry, Canon Divergence, rogue cultivator LWJ) This one is good & has an interesting impetus for LWJ leaving (the Jin find out LSZ is a Wen) but sadly hasn't been updated in almost 4 years. BTW please write a rogue cultivator!LWJ fic - this is an insanely underutilised trope considering the obvious story potential

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12. Hey! I’m in the mood for any and all fic where Lan Zhan marries into the Jiang sect with Wèi Ying. Thanks! @shapeshifters-anon

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

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13. Hey, I'm looking for (and really need) a good story where WWX has had enough and just becomes a villain (+100 to interest if he goes back in time and is evil from the beginning) (+10 if WWX is a genius and uses his inventions to manipulating, getting what he wants and/or establishing his position so that no one can hurt or take advantage of him).

e.g. after destroying his new home and killing all the Wen, WWX destroys the seal and goes back in time, but instead of trying to fix everything and make it better he says "f*ck it" and simply stops being a good boy. He will be the same as the rest of the world... or something like that :)

Just... WWX as a villain <3 @ethealia

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14. Hello! I am looking for fics where Meng Yao / Jin Guangyao is wholly nice and good (and not secretly scheming and villainous and such). Any au or era, I just want to see him happy and safe and supported by friends. Thank you so much!

what builds a home by Stratisphyre (T, 45k, WangXian, MY & WWX, Canon Divergence, Adopted WWX, POV Multiple, warning for JGS behaving exactly as expected, child endangerment, Brother Feels, Minor Character Death, [Podfic] Cold read of "what builds a home" by Stratisphyre by KeriArentikaiPods (KeriArentikai))

Debts of a Child Part 2 by Hauntcats (M, 111k, WangXian, YZY Bashing, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Angst and Feels, lots of anger, JC Bashing, not Jiang friendly, Angst with a Happy Ending, Content warning for icky spiders in later chapters., hurt no comfort for Jiang siblings.)

a micro utopia born as the overture plays by tardigradeschool (T, 18k, wangxian, JGY/LXC, fix-it)

Meng Yao vs. the Board of the Homeowner's Association Series by Ariaste (M/T, 119k, WIP, XiYao, WangXian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, xiyao and wangxian are both already married, Family Feels, Domestic Fluff, Family Bonding, Slice of Life, Discussions of Past Trauma, wwx's canonical kinks, HOAverse)

结局难更改 (the ending is hard to change) Series by PorcupineGirl (G, 50k, WangXian, Time Travel, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators AU, Canon Divergence, Time Traveler WWX, discussion of canonical character deaths, conveniently localized fires, Discussion of Canonical Suicide Attempt, mostly happy but slightly bittersweet ending, Reincarnation, LWJ POV, Established Relationship, Aromantic JC) Not JGY centric, though.

Peony to Lotus series by Deriliarch (T, 65k, JYL/JGY, wangxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage, demisexual character, demiromantic character, fix-it, slice of life, angst)

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15. ITMF Jiang disciples trying to actually get Wei Wuxian out of the Jiang sect or keep him safe from the main Jiang family for his own safety

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don't look here for bashing) There's a small scene where WWX decides to leave & a disciple helps him sneak away

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) This might count? WWX leaves the clan himself, but there's a scene later in the fic where JFM & YZY are on trial & the Jiang disciples rebel & testify against them over WWX's treatment

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16. May I ask an ITMF for wwx having a pet/befriending/encountered avians like cranes, songbirds, crows, etc. please? I read a fic where wwx has an army of mischievous ravens and I'd like more recommendations if you have any!

A Long Road by Vathara (T, 187k, WangXian, Fluff and Angst, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Scheming NHS, Necromancy, Fire, Ghosts, Accidental Child Acquisition, is it an accident if the ghosts keep bringing them?)

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 316k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Plot, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX’s Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings, Married WangXian, Honeymoon, Wangxian’s Baby Fever) Wei Ying and Lan Zhan befriend and save a Zhenniao (a mythical bird) in chapters 41-44

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17. ITMF fics where Wei Wuxian is the Yiling Laozu but, like, he is established as such prior to or external to the events of canon? As in, WWX isn’t raised in Yunmeng and he doesn’t do the canon Gusu Lectures arc or Wen Indoctrination arc and such, instead he is already in Burial Mounds with a scary reputation. Usually this plot crops up in arranged marriage or war prize aus where Lan Wangji is given to the big bad Yiling Laozu to gain favor, kind of like in 山水盆景 (Shānshuǐ Pénjǐng) by meicairoubingfan where the Yiling Laozu is an immortal who the sects appeal to to intervene in the Sunshot Campaign conflict. Does this description make sense? Thank you!

what price is duty, what cost is love by thunderwear (G, 18k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX was never adopted to Jiang, war prize, YLLZ WWX, pining, first kiss, first time, falling in love, angst w/ happy ending)

💖🔒 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, the inherent eroticism of the forehead ribbon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, neither wwx nor lwj want to be Perceived, but sorry kids! it’s gonna happen!, rated E but the the NSFW stuff doesn’t begin until chapter 19!, bottom LWJ in chapter 20 and 27)

Old Foreshadows by protos_metazu_ison (M, 15k, WangXian, YLLZ WWX, BAMF WWX, War, Universe Alteration, Sunshot Campaign, Rated For Violence, Timeline What Timeline, Mojo's post)

🔒Fated Series by LtLJ (G, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Post-Apocalypse, Magical Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Canon Diverted via Volcano, YLLZ WWX, Badass LWJ)

🔒hold me fast, fear me not by cicer (M, 16k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fairy Tale Elements, Ballad 39: Tam Lin, Mpreg, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, YLLZ WWX, brief reference to abortificants, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, may be interpreted as noncon by some)

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[sealedstar]

Fire Dog

The Pilot wasn’t used to running. Not physically, at least. It could control an exo-suit with ease, but that requires “cognitive processing speed”. Or “good reaction time and good hand eye coordination”, if you’re not Command. It had that, but only that, which is why it was stuck as a pilot.

There was no reason to go over all of this in its head. But it was a distraction. Anything to think of as it ran, and ran, and ran. Its chest burned and constricted around itself as its body tried to choke it out. Even choked by its own body, it could not stop, or it would be forced back. It had to keep running, so it could finally… 

The pilot tripped, collapsing to the ground. When it tried to push itself up, it found its limbs were so oxygen starved that it couldn't lift itself upright. It had to lay there, at a random fork in the road, in the middle of the night, while waiting for the “Asset Recovery” squad to catch up to it.

“Oh, dear…” a concerned voice called. Something gentle and concerned, unlike the gruff things it had been expecting. “You're early. You could've paced yourself a bit better.” she chuckled, slowly stepping from the forest and approaching the disabled pilot.

“Early?” it demanded, trying to push itself to its feet. 

“I have been expecting you,” she responded simply. “If you continue on, they'll catch up. But…” she paused, letting the silence hang heavy in the air for an impactful second. “If you take my hand, I can promise you that the only law you'll be bound by will be basic hospitality,” she purred, slowly extending a Pale hand that shone in the dim moonlight.

It took her hand without a second thought. 

She led the thing away from the fork in the road. Taking none of the options, taking a path that was not a path, until they arrived at a small Cottage in a moonlit clearing in the woods. She was slow, but her motions were firm and deliberate. She led it to the front door, past rows of herb and flower gardens, and inside.

The pilot passed out as soon as it passed through the door

Over the next few days, it had to slowly put together the pieces. “The Pale Woman in The Woods” had saved it. Being in the employ of a witch was hardly a direct upgrade, but one it was happy to take. There were others here. Some came and went as guests, and others were permanent residents. That was the term she used: “Residents”, as though this was a halfway house and not the home of a powerful witch. Another permanent resident, who had introduced itself as “Forget-me-not”, seemed like some sort of Moth-Doll? The Pale Woman’s words were, “Forget-me-not was the name of the little one, today, for that was how it felt”, but the pilot didn't know what that was supposed to mean.

After the pilot recovered, Forget-me-not asked what its name was… and the pilot refused to answer. “My previous name is dead now”, it said.

So Forget-me-not looked around the room, glancing from the wooden couch, to the rug, to the kitchen, all before finally settling upon the Fireplace. “Um… okay! Well, for now, how about… Andiron?”

“...What does that mean?”

“Well, you seem kinda fiery, so I named you after a part of a fireplace.”

…It was a moth, so�� fair enough. But it thought on the name more. It was the part of a fireplace that held back the fire. The “fire dog”. It liked that idea. It liked that idea a lot.

[hollirae2]

I made squad names for the tsams/tlaes characters

These probably aren’t all great, I did my best but if you have betters ones I wanna hear them :) (THEYRE ARE SOME SHIPS AND JOKES ONES AS WELL)

I know I prob missed more characters (I plan to watch eaps so once I do I’ll have more stuff for that)

Sun and Earth- Daybreak Duo

Sun, Moon, Earth- Orbit trio

Sun and Solar- Glow duo

Sun and Lunar- Twilight Duo

Sun and Moon- Solstice Duo

Earth and Monty- Earthbound Duo

Earth and Moon- Planetera Duo

Moon and Lunar- Crescent Duo

Earth and Solar- Equinox Duo

Sun, Solar, and Earth- Comfort Trio

Moon and Solar- Dusklight Duo

Earth and Lunar- Earthtide duo

Earth and Eclipse- Terraclipse Duo

Sun and Atlas- SorceryShine

Solar and Ruin- Desolate Duo

Earth and Ruin- Ruinstorm Duo

D.Sun and Nexus- Midnight Duo

Nexus and Lunar- Darkstar Duo

Lunar and Gemini- Lumini

Ruin and Bloodmoon- Moonfall Duo/trio

Monty, Eclipse, and Lunar- Bomb trio

Bloodmoon and Earth- Bloodorbit duo/trio

Earth and D.Sun- Forestfire duo

D.Sun and Ruin- Despair Duo

Eclipse and Ruin- Nightshade Duo

Eclipse and Lunar- Aurora Duo

Taurus and Lunar- Stellar duo

Solar and Bloodmoon- Annular duo/trio

Moon and Supercomputer- SpaceIntellegiance

Sun and Supercomputer- StarTech Duo

Earth, Nebula, Solar- Knitting club trio

KC and Bloodmoon- BrainDead duo/trio

Sun, Solar, and Lunar- Dawn trio

Solar and Lunar- Dusk duo

Sun, Solar, Eclipse- Sunfire trio

Moon and Horror Dimension- BrainSplatter

Moon and the stick- Treasure duo

Solar and Nebula- Starbound duo

Dazzle, Jack, and Molten- DayDream trio

Celestial family and Miku- Restraining order squad

Jack and Dazzle- Spy duo

Dazzle and Sun- Serenade duo

Jack and Bloodmoon- Trick r Treat duo/trio

Jack, Ruin and Bloodmoon- Kill list trio/quad

Jack and Sun- Dawn duo

Jack and Solar- Radiance duo

Jack and Moon- Haunted night duo

Lunar and Jack- Moonlit duo

Earth and Dazzle- Aurora duo

Moon and Dazzle- Spark duo

Solar and Dazzle- Sunlit duo

Lunar and Dazzle- Glimmer duo

Sun, Solar, Nexus- Vortex trio

Sun, Earth and Nexus- Shattered trio

Earth, Solar, and Lunar- Starfield trio

Nexus and Blue- Assault duo

Ruin and Ballora- English Tea

[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

Wuthering Waves Interlude: Beneath the Sands

Act I. Midnight on the Dunes

Quick A/N: This is a test run for this project with some world building, some practice for me writing Caladin, and for others! If you’d like your OC to participate, feel free to tack on their thoughts and what they may be doing prior to the quest. Another Author’s note will be at the bottom with specifics to help maintain a good flow.

Ether. Noun. The regions of space beyond the earth's atmosphere; the heavens.

Etheric. Adjective. Of or pertaining to the ether (an all-pervading medium.)

Caladin thumbed over the worn and yellowed cards. A remnant. Of what was, what has been, and what will be. He didn’t know how many days he’d been here. It should’ve been at least a month- that was according the Squad’s day keeping at least. It was hard to tell. Caladin had been charged with leading his squad to handle a strange occurrence just South of the frontlines- a site of worship for the Dusk Father. The desert had been welcoming, clouds casting shadows over her sands for once.

Though perhaps that’d been a warning.

The Etheric Sea had appeared shortly after, an odd barrier had fallen. It ripples like water, but too dense to pass through. It stretched for miles- they had walked to try and find a work around.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up to them, leading them to take refuge in the Dusk Father’s embrace. For a bit, everything was alright.

The next morning, in Mother Dawn’s early light, they saw the barrier drop. Only for a moment. And then began the game of time.

For three days, they watched. And waited. And noted.

Food consumed would reappear everyday at Dawn. Water was the same. And the barrier would flicker.

The Etheric sea loomed above them.

Day Four.

Something changed. Moisture extracted itself from deep within the sand, rising up, and up, and up.

Retroact Rain.

The fighting began shortly after. Wave after wave of Tacet Discords until Dusk.

And when Dawn came? It would reset.

Caladin was loosing track of time. The Dead didn’t stay dead.

Aslan and Parshati had both recieved fatal wounds, and yet they were now running around camp, joking and laughing.

It felt like he was the only one still watching, waiting. It was concerning to see how quick his fellow knights fell comfortably into the pattern.

There was no comfort here.

None at all.

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According to the camp calendar, it was still the very day they arrived. The day the barrier dropped. But the Squad had tallied otherwise.

They’d been in here for two weeks.

Caladin was fed up with their complacency. Their lack of concern at their undying state. The fact that the only changes had been negative.

And so he let them be, and delved deep into the temple on his own.

His Tacet mark burned white hot as he followed the tingling feeling in his veins. This grew to a searing pain and vibration strong enough to rattle his armor as he found a passage behind the Dusk Father’s statue leading down.

Down into the dark.

Caladin whispered a quiet prayer, asking the Dusk Father for a pinch more luck as he stepped in.

This was his mistake.

Deep with in the bowels of the temple lay an echo chamber, partially submerged in water.

Caladin paused from his place on the stairs, cautiously eyeing the moonlight streaming in from a skylight, perfectly on the center of the room.

It was eerie. The carvings on the walls, usually depicting the cycles of Dawn and Dusk had been sanded away, cleanly and purposefully. Even with his minimal knowledge of architecture, Caladin could say that much.

He hesitated, unwilling to step on the sand stone leading to the moonlit center. The water in here wasn’t still, but there was in clear entry point. The vibrations under his skin grew stronger and his own Spectro resonance burned.

Whatever was warping their time was in this room. Caladin let a flicking of Spectro energy disperse throughout the room, feeling it circle back to him with a bit of information. Light was neat that way, capable of being sent out and bouncing back off object to give him a mental picture of his surroundings. Like a sharper pair of eyes, finding things his mortal body could not.

There seemed to be a plaque buried under the sand in the moonlit circle. It was hollow as well.

The knight sighed quietly to himself, fighting back the instinct to flee as he stepped down into the sand. His boots, designed to leave no traces on desert ground where wind blew, sunk slightly into the grainy path. The man’s gold gaze flickered across the room, carefully measuring each step. As far he could tell, there were no traps- no obvious ones. But.

He stopped just outside the moonlit circle, staring at the faint outline of the plaque in the sand covered floor. It was slightly raised, and his Spectro had indicated the source of that nasty reverberation was coming from underneath.

Dusk Father forgive him.

Caladin kneeled, sand fluttering around him as he slowly slid the plaque to the side.

The moment the space below was revealed, there was a massive, borderline painful uptick in resonance energy.

It surged through the air, sending waves of varying frequencies through Caladin’s body. His guts churned with nausea and he could vaguely register blood dripping from his nose.

Inside, the source of the chaos, was a spherical stone, pulsing ominously.

It was vile.

-

Containing the damn thing was nearly impossible, but using their Tacetite based armor to pseudo-forge a box seemed to work. The high heat produced by Cal’s Spectro and sudden cooling of Aslan’s Glacio allowed for a shoddy job, but it was a job nonetheless. The weapons reappeared during daily reset anyways.

The main problem came after. Removing the Skies damned stone (even inside its tacetite prison), seemed to increase the Tacet discord activity. It also brought those vile frequencies closer to them.

Caladin was still mentally recovering from the wreck it’d done to his body on contact- even if that had also been repaired during daily reset.

The only plus side was the effect on the barrier. The damn thing flickered everytime they got close to it with the stone.

However, this meant attempting to fight through increasingly dangerous hoards of Tacet discords with the stone- the source of all of this.

Who even knows what would happen if they took this thing outside the barrier?

Could they even bring it back for research without bringing destruction home with them?

They couldn’t even touch the thing without its frequencies shredding their organs- the tacetite box barely helping.

-

The fight to get out was rough. They’d made the most simplistic plan they could. Their fastest member, Parshati, would attempt to get the box to the barrier with the covering fire of Aslan from the temple roof, the squad on the ground, and with Caladin setting off his nukes of Spectro deep into centers of the hoards.

She had the best chance with her Aero abilities. But even then.

Caladin had been impaled twice in the past five minutes. How he had managed to miss vital organs was beyond him. A quick burst of Spectro caused enough heat to cauterize the wounds at least.

Another burst of Spectro stunned the hoard nearest to Parshati.

Burst of Glacio dotted the field from Aslan.

Nova, their havoc resonator, had succumbed to the madness hours ago. Caladin had put her down himself.

The nonresonators covering Parshati were dwindling and Caladin was too far to guard for her right now.

This…

Would they even get the daily reset if they won this, miraculously?

Caladin’s golden gaze burned a hole in Parshati- tracking her location, a mere hundred yards from the barrier.

And then she went down, Glacio piercing her head.

-

Aslan fell to the madness. The reset had still happened. But Caladin had learned something new. Resonators that fell to madness did not reset.

Both Aslan and Nova were gone.

Parshati shook violently where she was curled up by the fire.

They were back in the temple. All that was left of their squad was the handful of nonresonators and them. Two empty shells of Knights.

He could see it in her eyes, the fear. The dying light.

She would succumb next. And he did not have the words to help her.

He was close himself.

The pulsing of the stone in its tacetite prison aided him none.

But the quiet presence of his sister’s wedding photo, of Dahlia’s amulet around his throat…

Caladin would outlast.

Because he had made a promise.

Madness would not take him yet.

-

Their next attempt was immediately foiled by Parshati losing herself. Her body had dissolved into powerful winds, killing soldiers and Tacet discords alike.

In the chaos, Caladin made a decision.

-

Mission Report:

Survivors: Caladin, Knight Captain of the Sunstrider Order.

The order of Sunstrider was sent to investigate an old temple of the Dusk Father for strange frequencies. Caladin claims they were trapped there for almost a month. For Solaris, they were found three days after being dispatched.

No bodies were recovered.

Caladin returned with an amateur-forged box of tacetite containing what appears to be the source of the strange frequencies.

It’s incredibly volatile to resonators, though normal humans seem to be withable to withstand contact through tacetite material.

Further study is required.

Bless be the children felled to madness and strife. Of Dawn they fall into the embrace of Dusk.

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One year later

Caladin’s mind ached. His nose was bleeding and his organs were steadily giving up on him.

He tore through the hordes of Tacet discords crowding the citadel’s streets.

Just up ahead, a large, worm like Tacet discord, easily large enough to swallow a windcatcher tower with ease, raged. The Skies damned thing burrowed into the ground only to pop out, gulping down groups of people, Tacet discords, and infrastructure indiscriminately.

And it radiates the same sickening, vile frequencies of that stone.

Caladin’s stomach lurched, wondering how badly the researchers of the Alliance had fucked up to produce this monstrosity.

-

The citadel fell in mere hours.

But Caladin did not.

The Etheric Sea converged above the battlefield, a highlight to his lone attempts at killing this thing.

This devil spawn.

Spectro warmed his palms.

But never made contact.

Time stilled, and that warmth stayed with him for the next hundred thousand years.

And it was all Caladin had. Both conscious and not of his frozen state.

Until a curious face came knocking.

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WOOO THAT WAS A LOT.

I know I said I’ve been writing more of Cal being a little silly buttttt-

I hope everyone enjoyed!

For those participating in the project, feel free to add onto this!

My idea was to have a master post of the prelude to the Beneath the Sands quest. For instance, what drew your Oc to the disaster site? Are they a researcher? A local in this desert nation thousands of years later?

Please keep in mind that there was a Court of Savantae set up around Caladin’s ruins and it eventually fell into ruin itself. There’s a high chance your OCs are only aware of the CSC ruins unless they’re a local.:

Anyways, here’s the tag list. Anyone who’s interested in joining said tag list, please interact on the tag list post :3

@uncreative-cryptid

@hobbysognodilibri

@crypticrainbowmoss

@captainsounddisaster

@yupuffin

Good luck everyone!

[nitewrighter]

Cyborg: where are nightwing and star? They were supposed to helping you too!

Raven: last I checked on them they were making out in the woods.

(Bb and cy look at each other with concern, knowing THAT horror trope)

Raven: oh relax! He’s a one man commando squad and she shoots eye lasers, any monsters or killers out there would be in more trouble running into them!

~Meanwhile, at a beautiful moonlit picnic~

Nightwing: ...I feel bad.

Starfire: Why?

Nightwing: What kind of team leader leaves his team alone in a super-messed-up magic portal house?

Starfire: One who the entire team has mentioned multiple times needs a break? Especially when he can't beat a magical intersection of dimensions with a stick?

Nightwing: :/

---Meanwhile---

Beast Boy: So... are you saying... we're at the makeout portion of the horror movie?

Raven: The same rules don't apply for the framing device! Play the movie!

Beast Boy: AW COME ON-- *cue MST3K door sequence*

[logicaldelta]

The Archival Compendium

A very basic masterlist for my writing pieces! Will be updated as I share more of my works here ^^

Updated 8/11/24

Obey Me! Shall We Date

Wilting Feathers - Fallen Angel Clink is experiencing her first wilting period after her fall from the Celestial Realm, but she's too embarrassed to explain to the demons why she's been missing out on meetings.

Final Fantasy VII

Prince Is Just A Title - Cloud Strife is the crown prince of the kingdom of Nibelheim. After being afflicted with health issues his entire life he's finally convinced his mother to bring him to an alliance meeting based in the kingdom of Gongaga. There he meets Sephiroth, a knight that makes him feel weird.

A Crown of Flowers Upon Your Head - Cloud is haunted by a spectre of the past in a moonlit garden.

DC Comics

Colour Bomb - Batfamily fluff fic

My Dad Doesn't Have Any Friends - Robin!Dick meets the Flash and Superman for the first time

Unexpected Acceptance - Trans Tim reflects on the differences in the way his birth parents and the Batfam treat him after he comes out

Red Vs Blue

WoF Crossover - Delta is a Seawing prince, reluctant to work with others. York is an overly friendly Sandwing assassin.

A Confusing Error - Addie and York are both terrified of Agent Florida, and their fear grows as he introduces them to a young woman that they assume is his daughter.

Cuddly York - Who knew York was so big on physical affection?

My Hero Academia

Laughter in the Cold Fog - Villain!Monoma AU. It's the first day of snowfall since Monoma joined the League of Villains, and Compress is glad to see the kids acting like kids, for once.

Gravity Falls

Lil Gideon - Clink teases Dipper regarding his dislike of Gideon (based right after the Pines first met the guy)

Original Writing

Duality of Gods - After coming to the godly realm you begin to learn more about the deities that reside there. Specifically about Enatras, the dark king, and you grow to care for him.

Misc

Love Is Me - a poem about being aromantic/asexual, and my thoughts on a very common phrase regarding love

Is Hate Enough? - a short piece based on a writing prompt, where an immortal god reflects, somewhat, on his falling out with his brother

Remember Those We've Lost (Final Space) - Charcoal is a Ventrexian rescued from a battlefield where she'd been left for dead. She doesn't realise that her squad left her there on purpose, or that she's been officially declared dead by her people.

Adjustments and Setbacks (Dragon Age) - Solas has been trying his best to help Siraye harness her magic, but each day brings with it new, troubling knowledge about her childhood that not even she seems to know.

[eternitas]

"I've had Ava for 5 minutes, but if anything happens to him, I will kill everyone in this country and then myself." Dino: Me included?! Delfino: Yes, Dino.

Oh hey Lou don't you have like still some asks to answer and some even to draw sketches for-

SHHHHHHHH Shark fam time!

Quick sketch of Delfino by @moonlit-mystery-writer and Ava. We came up with a liminal space AU where around after the Flame Children Arc in Reborn! Next-> somehow the Rewrite version of Timoteo manages to establish contact with the Next universe and requests for Squad 4 to become Rewrite Tsunas bodyguards, being aged back when they cross universes and having to at least TRY to stay undercover, whacky hijinks included. Too bad that when Delfino I-can't-stand-my-damn-brother Superbia turns up and talks about how much she dislikes Squalo, Ava I-adore-and-obsess-over-my-brother Muramasa takes it a tad bit too personal and decides to start a fight. FORTUNATELY they still manage to bond so that Delfino adopts him as her younger brother, no questions asked.

I wanted to draw these two together for so long and now seeing all the OC-tober work including Delfino I just had to get it out of my system.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Moonlit Butterfly AU

At the end of the war at the psychiatric hospital.

Nurse: We're not done with the assessment just yet Miss Yosano. Have you ever lost someone close to you?

Yosano: I don't care if we're not done with the assessment, okay? I'm not doing this.

Nurse: keeps asking over and over Have you ever lost someone close to you?

Yosano: angry, slams her hands on the table Yes!

Nurse: writing it down

Yosano: anger turns to sadness... I lost the only two people that ever mattered to me.

Nurse: And who are they?

Yosano: Shunzen Tachihara and Atsushi Nakajima, from the squad I served in.

Nurse: Dear, we've been over this. This "Atsushi" person doesn't exist on any of the records. You need to stop lying about him.

Yosano: How dare you! Your a liar! A LIAR! HE'S REAL! He's my best friend!

Nurse: Security! Take her back to her room!

Yosano: dragged away What have you done with him?! Where did you take him?! ATSUSHI!

[pukanavis]

"Mystery on a Moonlit Cruise" Track 8

Location: Party Hall

Kinari: System rebooting…please wait…

Yachiyo: N-No way, did I s-s-s-seriously doze off at w-work…!? They’ll cut my pay…they’ll fire me…they’ll bill me for damages…t-they’ll kill meee!?!?

Momiji: Mm…I slept great…!

Nanaki: Everyone is waking up…!?

Akuta: …Hah! Wha…? Where did my beef steak go? And my fried fish…?

Muneuji: Don’t fret, that was all a dream. There’s still plenty more fried chicken, stir-fried burdock, and pickled onion to go around.

Yodaka: Oh dear…just a moment ago I was researching how many acorns a chipmunk could fit in its mouth…so it was nothing but a dream?

Yukikaze: A chipmunk? How adorable.

Kafka: Ugh…when did it get so late…? Were we sleeping that whole time…?

Ryui: You better start talking, Yowa.

Netaro: Mmm…don’t wanna, but I know I have to. It was fun playing detective but a confession from the criminal is the perfect way to tie things up!

…Ahem. You may remember that I claimed to be catching fireflies earlier, well…I wasn’t! That was complete and utter baloney! 

Ryui: No kidding.

Netaro: Now the real question is what was I really doing then? And to answer that—I was conducting a test run on a new invention of mine!

Nanaki: An invention?

Netaro: Yep! I call it the ‘Ultra-Realistic Netaro Hypnosis Doll’ !

Muneuji: There’s two Yowa-sans…!?

Ryui: Where the hell did that thing come from!?

Netaro: I’m the real Netaro, and this one is a doll~! At first, it starts off teensy-tiny enough to fit in the palm of your hand but with just a jab at the buttons in its eyes, it’ll jump in size.

Toi: You have to poke Mr. Doll in his eyes…?

Yukikaze: That breaks my heart.

Netaro: It even has a glow-in-the-dark feature that makes it periodically light up ♪

Nanaki: If it moves and it glows…could this be what Muneuji really saw…?

Muneuji: My little sister has pyjamas with the same feature. Hm…now that I compare them, this does look awfully similar to the light I saw.

Netaro: My craftsmanship is impeccable, right~? This is the perfect body double to deploy whenever I don’t wanna work or think I’m gonna get arrested.

Akuta: A body double!? That’s freaking sick!

Toi: This makes me think of that time the Night Squad worked an attendant job. Netaro-san brought along a robot that looked just like him then too!

Ryui: I thought he’d already thrown that thing in the trash. 

Netaro: That’s the beauty of inventions! The improvements are endless! I wouldn’t want anyone to know that I’ve switched places with my doll so I implemented it with the ability to emit hypnotic sound waves.

Nanaki: Why did it have to be hypnotism…?

Netaro: Since I found myself with some free time on my hands, I thought I’d go out to the deck to poke and prod at my new creation. When I turned on the hypnotic sound waves, it coincided with the songs the service robots were playing and ended up ultra-amplifying the theraputic effects of their music.

Netaro: Deary me, sometimes the work of a genius exceeds even his own expectations! I never anticipated an outcome of this calibre!

Momiji: What exactly are you trying to say…?

Kafka: I take it that Netaro accidentally put everyone to sleep with his invention?

Kinari: It’s deeply intriguing to see something able to affect both humans and machines alike.

Nanaki: You mean the reason that Andy lost signal and the background music had such strange amplitudes was because of hypnotic sound waves…?

Yodaka: My goodness, Netaro’s inventions are simply full of surprises, aren’t they?

Netaro: I assure you there’s nothing to worry about! I’ve already had Ryui yell at me about safety, so I made sure to implement foolproof security measures! I’ve programmed the hypnosis feature to auto-stop after exactly one hour!

Thanks to me, everyone got to have a lo~vly sleep, right? Aren’t I just amazing~? C’mon, tell me I am~.

Ryui: Toi. Do you feel any pain anywhere? How’s your fever?

Netaro: Ignored!?

Toi: Um…I actually think it’s gone…? I don’t feel sick anymore…

Ryui: Easy now. Sleeping for an hour won’t be enough to make you bett—

Momiji: Wait, now that I think about it, the exhaustion and stiffness in my shoulders from all the work I've been doing is completely gone…!?

Kinari: My thought processing unit is now 18% lighter than it was prior to entering sleep mode.

Ryui: How does that even happen?

Netaro: It’s possible that when my invention enhanced the music from the service robots, it created an ultra-super-healing melody!

Yachiyo: Hwaah…this is too much for the stupid nitwitted brain of an idiot to comprehend…

Momiji: I-It’s okay. I don’t think anyone but Netaro-kun truly understands what happened here…!

Yukikaze: I always knew you were a genius, Netaro.

Kafka: …Hmm. I was wondering how I should handle this situation but I think I’ve found just the thing.

Momiji: Is there something on your mind, Kafka?

Kafka: Yeah, just a little idea ♪

We’ll be arriving back at the port shortly but I'll need to step away for a bit to speak with the head of the cruise ship. I encourage the rest of you to go back to enjoying the remainder of the party.

Oh, but you’ll be coming with me instead, okay, Netaro?

Netaro: …

Kafka: Poke—

Momiji: Did you just jab Netaro-kun straight in the eyes!?

Kafka: It’s just the doll, right? Look, it’s shrunk back down to size.

Netaro: Aww, my trick didn’t work.

Momiji: (...I wonder what Kafka’s planning? I suppose I better trust him to take care of it.)

Alright then, everyone…why don’t we pick up from where we left off earlier and enjoy what’s left of the food before we arrive at the port?

Akuta: You don't have to tell me twice!

Yukikaze: …Nanaki.

Nanaki: !

(Right, now’s my chance…)

Nanaki: (Thank you, Kamina-san.)

Chief…! I've been meaning to tell you—

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[upsilambic]

Joining @lixenn and @moonlit-mystery-writer in the oc picrew fun :)

This is Deianira, also known as Dee. ( No one knows her yet, but hopefully you will soon. I just need to do a bit more editing....) She is a member of the Varia Sun Squad. At first impression, Dee definitely gives off manic pixie dream girl vibes. She's cute! She's whimsical! She loves romance! What on earth is she doing in the Varia? However, those who take a closer look may start to think that pixie definitely feels like fey and might feel wary about giving her their name lest she lay her claim. As for dream, well, you might want to be very specific about what you mean by that. Deianira is named after a wife of Hercules. The name translates as "man-destroyer". The original unwittingly (?) killed her husband with a poisoned shirt. Dee has a fondness for the battle ax.

This is Marcella, Squalo's mother. I knew that I wanted the two of them to share resemblance, but I was waffling on how much. Would they both have white hair or not? Then I saw a picture of Xena Warrior Princess and I was sold: dark hair, pale eyes, tons of visual drama. This is a woman who can eviscerate someone with a single look, then politely offer them coffee/tea. Which they don't dare refuse. I feel like she is tall and slender like her son, innately graceful, knows all her angles and how to use them, and is surprisingly soft spoken. She saves her voice for her performances.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

May 31st

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1. A) Hi I'm looking for fics where Wei Wuxian actually gets angry after lan Wangji r-words (rapes) him.

B) ITMF fics where wwx and lz fight over their kid(s) and wwx is trying to stop lz from taking the kid(s) away @thehappyyellow (In the future please use the full word or 'non-con' for clarity and for possible phrase filtering ~Mod L)

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2. So I saw a reel on insta the other day where someone was like: bloodbenders on a battlefield, controlling corpses. And my thoughts immediately went to an untamed/avatar the last airbender fusion? Firebending wen, energy bending removing "golden core equivalents", water bender &/or energy bender wwx, nonbender jyl...jin= n water tribe, Jiang south. Nie=earthbenders, lan=airbenders. Idk. Lost avatar. Hunting spirits to bond with to get more bending/be more powerful. Big wars in both, lots options

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi (T, 181k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JC & WWX & JYL, Avatar fusion, action/adventure, families of choice, light angst, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, pining)

Brightly Burning by Netrixie (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, No Yin Iron, Touch-Starved, Tiny Angst, Slow Burn, Pre-Relationship, LXC is a good big bro, Element control, [PODFIC] Brightly Burning by Netrixie by kealdrakemna)

Heart of the River by meyari (T, 23k, XuanLi, JYL/MM/WQ, WangXian, ChengQing, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, No Yīn Iron (The Untamed TV), fire manipulation, Water Manipulation, Drowning, War, major character death (no one we care about), most people live / some people die, BAMF JYL)

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3. Hi! For itmf I am looking for fics where WWX and LWJ are together (or confess, or kiss, or something romantic happens), then they split up for a long time, and then get back together. Preferably canon era (not modern). I would love to read about their time apart as well as their reunion, if any fics like this can be found! Thanks, everyone! xoxo

there's no promised goodbye here by Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, WWX & WN, JC & WWX, WWX/OCs, Modern, Post-Break Up, Roommates, Domestic Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing Clothes, Drinking, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Ensemble Cast,bUnreliable Narrator,bCW IN BEGINNING NOTES)

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4. Do you know any daemon au where the daemon isn't tied to the golden core? (because losing his GC is already a lot so losing also his daemon would be a real torture for both JC and WWX)

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5. Do you know any fics where we have both wangxian and Mingjue/Xichen? Not in a modern au but in the canon or in a canon divergeance/time-travel/etc

A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, time travel, not jiang friendly)

🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, fix it, not YZY friendly, not Jiang friendly, butterfly effect, no sunshot, madam lan lives, lan WWX)

🔒 in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, cloud recesses, NHS & LWJ friendship, developing relationship, LWJ pov, minor injuries, autistic LWJ, implied/referenced child abuse, aka YZY warning, genius WWX, light angst, hurt/comfort, WWX protection squad)

No Paths Are Bound by stiltonbasket (G, 3k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, LQR is a good uncle, and also a good man, shufu saves the world, Background Relationships, Introspection, Happy Ending, title shamelessly stolen from tian guan ci fu, mild warning for implied nc re: madam lan)

Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, MM/WQ, NMJ/LXC, NHS/JC, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives AU, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker NHS, Fix-It)

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6. Hello! Could you lovely folks recommend me fics where Lan Wangji just about launches himself at Wei Wuxian at the Banquet after WWX drinks the cup Jin Zixun tried to force Lan Wangji to drink? Please? @kaitou-cure-prism12

My request was about the horny not about LWJ being worried or terrified.

Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear (T, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, First Kiss, horny LWJ agenda, LXC is suffering in LQR's name, [PODFIC] Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear) If 6 wanted Lan Wangji launching himself at Wei Wuxian because he thinks it's hot that he drank the wine (rather than out of fear or concern), then Give Me One Good Honest Kiss

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7. hey admins! itmf more fics like 'transcend' by covalentbonds where people react to wwx og body or just his beauty in general. extra bonus where lwj gets jealous. thank you <3

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8. Hi!! I am in the mood for a fic where Wei Wuxian dies but he hangs around as a ghost or raised corpse. I would love it if he is still a very active/central character to the fic (just, ya know, dead). Thank you!

asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining, for 20+ years as per the course with lwj)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, I swear there really is a happy ending, And an alarming amount of rabbits)

Friends, Sabers, and Other Essentials for Solving a Conspiracy by MeridianGrimm (T, 50k, NHS & WWX, LWJ & NHS, WangXian, Humor, Friendship, Love, Mystery, Canon Divergence, Smart NHS, WWX doesn't stay dead, LWJ gets a new friend, Happy Ending, Fix-It, To be clear the WangXian is mostly background, This fic is about friendship)

🧡 Vow by draechaeli (E, 216k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, BeliefGod!WWX, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Pregnancy Kink, Mpreg, minor male lactation, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con because JGS, Mentions Canon Typical Incest, Canon Typical Violence)

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (E, 107k, Family bonding, Fluff, Angst, Parental WWX, BAMF WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Ghost sex)

Ghost of Mine by SasukiMimochi (E, 139k, WIP, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Temporary Character Death, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Alternate Canon) This one Will make you cry and it’s mainly in WWX’s pov. (It’s also got Amazing art)

🔒 The Time Traveler's Soul by mondengel (Not Rated, 2k, WangXian, Time Travel, 🔒[PODFIC] The Time Traveler's Soul by flamingwell) WWX does die and come back as a ghost in this, but he comes back pre-canon because of time travel. Hopefully this still fits what OP is asking for!

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9. Hii. So basically right now I'm looking for some fics that can basically be anything but it's has to have a scene or scenes of the Jiang sibs being jealous. Whether they are jealous of Wei Ying with the Lans or him with the Wens. I just want them to have a scene or scene with them going "he's supposed to be here not there" etc. @thatperson0-0

💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)

The Price of a Golden Core by AshayaTReldai (M, 9k, WangXian, Angst, Tension, Aggression, JC pays the price for his choices, demanding letters, JC is a Brat, Supportive Lan Brothers, WWX deserves the best, Life Debt, Sad Ending Sad Ending for JC)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

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10. Hello hi? I want to know if there’s a fanfic where the juniors get to meet with past family (like sizhui to meet head disciple Wei wuxian, or Jin Rulan to meet his young parents) and such ? Or even just all of them meeting the past in general, anything associated with the idea

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JZX & JL, LSZ & LJY, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Probably gonna definitely be some, Angst, But also, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) Has the Junior Quartet finding themselves in the past & meeting various characters

River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, LJY having the time of his life, Voyeurism) CRSA-era WWX & LWJ end up in the future & interact with the Juniors while there

A Room Full of Dead People by BurningBlueDiamond (T, 10k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, but not really, Canon Divergence, Conference in Qinghe but canonically they stay in Gusu, strangely fluffy, POV Outsider)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

Time Travel, Obviously by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, Time Travel, Crack) feature the Junior Quartet time traveling.

The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6) by stiltonbasket (G, 26k, wangxian, Time Travel, Parenthood, Developing Relationship, Getting Together, Happy ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

How to get anxiety from time trave and not mess up (by fall out boy) by SerlinaBlack (T, 5k WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Fluff, Family Fluff, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pining LWJ, Pining WWX, WWX in WWX's Body, Slightly, Canon JC, he isn't there much, like two lines mentioned at tops, but JC fans might jot like it) feature Lan Sizhui and sibs meeting past Lan Wangji and others.

Song of Joy and Regrets by HelloKitten (Not Rated, 134k, wangxian, hualian, WIP, TGCF, Angst, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, characters watching their series, Time Travel Fix-it)

Spring Again by Saori (M, 646k, JL & LJY & LSZ, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Canon Era, Time Travel, Canon-Typical Violence, CQL Canon Complaint, Spoilers, Platonic Relationships, Friendship, Action/Adventure, Violence, Investigations, Mystery, Punishment, Angst, War, Canonical Character Death, Slow Build, Burial Mounds, Sunshot Campaign, Implied/Referenced Torture, Politics)

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11. Hi!! is there any modern au fics where wwx gets a boyfriend or a hickey or something and LWJ gets jealous @yesibest

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12. itmf wangxian pride and prejudice au??

only the deepest love by occultings (microcomets) (T, 40k, WangXian, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Canon Divergence, Jane Austen Fusion, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Epistolary, (briefly), Everyone Lives, Podfic Available)

Half Agony, Half Hope by queenklu (T, 105k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, Jane Austen Fusion, persuasion au, Pining, Broken Engagement, Secrets, Espionage, Child Injury, Terrible Parents (YZY & JFM), Past Child Neglect)

Clans and Cultivation by ChalionKat (G, 86k, WangXian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, SL/XXC, WIP, Regency AU, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Yes we did just rewrite P&P with Untamed characters, although the plot diverges more later, spelling mistakes are deliberate because Austen)

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13. for the next itmf, im craving some really good worldbuilding, im obsessed when the little details of everyday life are explored, be it on cultivation (when they aknowledge that wwx created a wholenew school of cultivation when he started gui dao), architecture, cuisine, clothing, etc.

it can even be a whole new au, that is not in the canon setting but has at least some supernatural going on, and follows book canon and characterization.

🧡🔒Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 179k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 363k, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 174k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad WWX, dad LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations, Horror, Canon Temporary Character Death, Cultivation Sect Politics)

🔒 he’s worth it, for every bead in his hair by overgrownruins (E, 74k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, minor NMJ/WWX, MBJ/SQH, A Companion to Wolves AU, Minor Character Death, Animal Death, Wolves, Attempted Sexual Assault, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Outdoor Sex, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical SexismNordic Setting, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Minor Breeding Kink, you know how it is with wangxian)

sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn’s A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU) sweet chaos has lots of references to culture and daily life

Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, wangxian, canon divergence, necromancy, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, Fix-it of sorts, yilingwei sect au) and Grave dirt for Wei Wuxian creating a sect based on demonic cultivation.

transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending) an incredible and underrated modern with magic (but not cultivation)

As You Like It by cosmicmilktea (T, 8k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Tea, Finding out preferences, Yes LWJ likes his WWX but what else does he like?, Childhood Memories, Yunmeng trio feels, child rearing, This is very indulgent tho like all I want is for LWJ to be pampered, Post-Canon, Very Very Light Angst, Fluff)

A Mother's Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) has a lot of worldbuilding. At one point author comes up with a mph for sword flight and how it compares to other types of travel, and wwx gui dao is a key point

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14. Itmf a ff similar to concord by deastar with wwx slowly getting depressed after marrying to the Lan clan, the more gut wrenching the better, thanks 💕

a light hidden and singing by occultings (microcomets) (E, 48k, wangxian, arranged marriage, pining, getting together, slow burn, misunderstandings, miscommunication, blood & injury, happy ending, smut)

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, wangxian, No Sunshot Campaign, Arranged Marriage AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, dissociating, Mild Blood, Fluff, juniors idolizing WWX like he deserves, slowburn between WWX and Cloud Recesses, Hinted smut, Jingyi has a CRUSH, Supportive JC, Mojo’s Post) 14 is nearly identical to request 14 on the May 26th ITMF. These are the ones I suggested for that post: a light hidden and singing and Mourning Robes but maybe today's poster is looking for more in the same vein?

Betrothed by Dixielis (E, 10k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Hybrids, Fox WWX, Dragon LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Miscommunication, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy)

To Bring You Back Within My Reach by ablaiseofglory (M, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, No dubious consent, Adopted Children, Kid Fic, A/B/O Dynamics, omega wwx, Alpha LWJ, Misunderstandings) I think it's abandoned but it's one of my favourite wips.

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15. Hello! ITMF favorite canon-era (not modern) Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen fics? Or, WangXian fics where the Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen feature prominently? Thank you!!

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16. In the mood for: Wei Wuxian living his best life as Lan Wangji’s trophy husband being spoiled every single day

Thank you in advance I really appreciate all the suggestions you usually deliver everyone 😘 @kanrax-blog

🔒 The Second Jade of Lan's late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, First Time, LWJ's Horny Grip, LWJ does not know what hit him, and yet somehow he still realizes it before WWX, canon wangxian dynamics, college AU, LWJ starts off annoyed at WWX, But quickly discovers both his competency kink and a caretaking kink, Genius WWX)

🔒To Make Him a Perfect Bride by Hinu (E, 139k, WangXian, Modern AU, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Feminization, Crossdressing, Marriage Proposal, Romantic Comedy, Meet the Family, Homophobia, Cultural Differences, Discrimination, Wealth kink, Potentially Unhealthy Beauty Standards, Rich LWJ, Power Bottom WWX, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Plot With Porn, Mild Kink, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Coming Out, Implied Canon-Typical Child Abuse, Phone Sex in Public, Sexual Harassment, competent wwx, Financial Domination, Sexual Roleplay, Light BDSM, WWX's dog phobia, Submissive LWJ, Blood, Smoking, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, WWX's dissociative panic attacks in later chapters, Gay LWJ, Protective LWJ, Weddings, Wedding Planning, Secret Relationship, Genderqueer WWX, BAMF NHS, Gay WWX, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, fem! WWX is A-Jingyi's and A-Yuan's sexual awakening, Office Sex, Airplane Sex, Happy Ending, Class Differences, Crazy Rich Asians Fusion) So Full Of Love (Wouldn’t Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Blood and Violence, Idiots in Love, Humor, Mafia AU, Modern AU, Flirting, shameless WWX, Confident WWX, Explicit Language, Mutual Sexual Tension, dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Exhibitionism Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings)

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17. For the next itmf, does anyone have any good WWX harem or happy poly fics? Like the Jades Lotus where WWX was with both jades and they were all happy and sweet? Please and ty!!

With This Shadowed Blade by Anonymous (M, 134k, WWX/LXC/LWJ/NMJ/NHS, WIP, WWX has a romantic harem, WWX Gets a Hug, Slow Burn, Dragon LWJ, Dragon WWX , WWX is a magical dragon, Polyamory, Angst with a Happy Ending, WWX is Loved, Bad Parent YZY, Creature Inheritance, Creature Fic, Dragel Dynamics, Dragel fic, WWX Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Child Abuse) might like, it’s WWX with LWJ/LXC/NMJ/NHS and has some good fluffy moments but is a little angsty too and is not very jiang friendly but has lots of worldbuilding and everyone’s a dragon

We can fix that by Spindoctor (E, 73k, WWX/LWJ/NMJ, WIP, Threesome - M/M/M, NMJ Lives, Arranged Marriage, Oral Sex,bAnal Sex,bCock Warming, Caretaking, Light BDSM, Thigh jobs, Everyone Loves WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Frottage, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Starvation, Canon-Typical Violence, Starvation recovery, PTSD, PTSD RECOVERY, Suicidal Ideation, Scars, Discussion of Surgery, mild body horror, discussion of starvation, body talk, Nightmares, screaming ghosts, WWX's canonical cnc kink, cnc fantasies, Light Bondage, tender fucking, instead of talking about feelings, Slow Burn, JYL Lives, BAMF JYL, Erectile Dysfunction, Weight Gain,bChapter Specific Tags in Beginning Notes) NMJ/LWJ/WWX, a lot of fluff and healing. Might have a conflict in the future but it's ongoing and currently there's not any mention of future conflict I can remember

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[blackjackkent]

So... it's wildly unfortunate that the Urge chose that night to be terrible, because there's no way anyone in camp got a proper night's sleep, most certainly including Rakha, and there is a very, very long day ahead of them.

On the other hand, if all goes according to plan, that day involves Rakha finally wreaking vengeance on Ketheric Thorm, and she has quite a lot of it to unload at this point.

She leaves Shadowheart in camp and take Minthara back into the squad. Shadowheart is altogether too rattled by what happened in the Shadowfell to be able to fight - but more to the point, Rakha and Minthara swore an oath to take down Ketheric together. That time has now arrived.

Jaheira, it seems, has been busy. The path to Moonrise Towers is lined with corpses.

Wyll watches Rakha carefully out of the corner of his eye. He knows the smell of blood from the dead bodies has every chance of waking the beast again. But she shakes her head wordlessly. She is calm - for now, at least. The promise of battle ahead, mixed with the bone-deep exhaustion of her fractured night, has things contained for the time being.

Above them, high in the tower, she can hear the distant sound of shouts. The cursed magic around her ripples with the echoes of spells.

Jaheira is standing at the end of the bridge, peering up along the tower's high wall above her.

"Unshackled from shadows, she will rise in moonlit glory and carve a path of brightness to the accursed one's second death," she murmurs as Rakha approaches. Her tone has a slight note of reverence; she is quoting from something Rakha does not recognize. "So sayeth the wise Alaundo."

Her eyes drop to meet Rakha's. Does she see the brutal exhaustion in the half-orc's eyes? Surely she must - she is too quick and sharp not to. And for a moment, just a moment, there is a flash of concern through her face. But then it is gone, all business, all practicality, for which Rakha is deeply grateful.

"That beacon of angelic wrath has taken the fight to Ketheric on the rooftop," she says curtly. "And the first line of defense are dead. But storming the tower won't be easy, and if we wait too long, Ketheric will gather his strength and retaliate. For now, though, he's on the back foot for the first time since he returned from the grave."

Rakha nods slowly.

Her interactions with Jaheira up to this point have been at best a considerably mixed bag. Their first meeting, after all, centered on Jaheira nearly setting the Harpers on her - and Rakha nearly killing her in return. But they have settled to a sort of uneasy fellowship now; they have no choice but to trust each other.

And in this moment, with Rakha so rattled by the terrible night that lies behind her, Jaheira's forthright, direct competence feels like a balm, like a beacon. A sense of direction in the dark.

Jaheira is still watching her intently. "This is it. The spearhead moment. You've brought us this far, so how shall we proceed?"

Rakha blinks. An odd question. She is no soldier. She has no knowledge of tactics or strategy; all she knows is to push forward and kill until no enemies are left standing. And she is so terribly frightened of that part of herself now; last night it almost finally tore her apart.

But these are targets worth killing. This is a fight with purpose. The sort Wyll and Lae'zel have guided her towards. These are not the innocent blood the beast truly craves, but the Absolutists who hurt her, hurt her friends, hurt hundreds of others Rakha has not even met. And Ketheric stands at their head, with only a handful of hours remaining in his miserable life.

"I reap every soul in this tower," she mutters hoarsely, "until we are the last creatures left standing."

She isn't sure what response she expected, but it wasn't this one - Jaheira laughs. Her eyes narrow in a flash of black humor and her lips twitch in a wry smile. "Hah. Sounds like something my scimitars would say," she says dryly. "They'll strike true. See to it you'll do the same."

She turns, spreading her arms, lifting her voice to the Harpers standing around them. "At the ready, Harpers! In this light there will be victory! In this light we will avenge the fallen!"

There's a rolling cheer from the Harpers. Rakha feels the tension in her own heart loosen just a little, some lingering fragment of courage strengthening in answer to the old warrior's battle cry.

Jaheira draws the blades from her back and spins them dexterously in both hands.

"The time has come," she says, firm and implacable, a battering ram about to be loosed from its moorings. "Ketheric will taste of death at last."

[bullet-prooflove]

Valentine's Day Bingo Completed and Scheduled!

All fics have been written and booked in between 31st Jan - 29th Feb

Some of the character selections have changed because the pairings weren't working for me.

All fics are currently on early release over on Patreon if you want to read them before they hit Tumblr otherwise please see the schedule below:

31st Jan: Whiskey - Che 'Taza' Romero x Ben Harrison - Taza and Ben haven't talked about what happened on New Year's Eve. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Hates Valentine's Day)

1st Feb: Tinder - Terry Bruno x Reader - Terry discovers you’re single when he downloads Tinder (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Dating App)

2nd Feb: Polaroid - EZ Reyes x Reader (NSFW) - EZ finds the pictures you’ve left in his book (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Naughty Pictures)

3rd Feb: Coffee Shop AU: Blind Date - Neron 'Creeper’ Vargas x Reader - Neron is surprised to meet his blind date (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Blind Date)

4th Feb: Love Letter - Criminal!Joe (feat: Terry Bruno) - Terry gives you the letter Joe left for you. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Love Letter)

5th Feb: Moment - Filip 'Chibs’ Telford x Reader (NSFW) - Chibs savours the moments he has with you. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Secret Relationship)

6th Feb: Napa - Juan 'Juice’ Ortiz x Reader - Juice takes you on an overnight trip to Napa. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Wine Tasting)

7th Feb: High - Jubal Valentine x Reader - The evening takes a violent turn when you run into your ex Nestor Vertiz. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Seeing Your Ex)

8th Feb: Bold - Damien Powell x Reader - Damien hasn't kissed a woman in years. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Champagne Kisses)

9th Feb: Red - Bobby Goren x Reader - You tease Bobby in the Squad Room. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Red)

10th Feb: Makapipi Falls - Jesse Boone x Reader - Jesse tells you the truth about his feelings during a trip to Makapipi Falls. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Feelings)

11th Feb: Commitment - Tig Trager x Reader - You'll never be Tig's wife, but then again he'll never be your husband. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Expensive Jewellery)

12th Feb: Moonlight - Benny Miller x Reader - Benny's always found the water soothing. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Moonlit Stroll)

13th Feb: King (NSFW) - Angel Reyes x Reader - Angel's Reina needs her king. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Lace)

14th Feb: Mix Tape - Will Trent x Reader - Will finds an unexpected gift on his desk. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Homemade Gift)

15th Feb: Stillwater - Stuart Scola x Reader - Things take a sinister turn after a surprise gift arrives at the house. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Secret Admirer)

19th Feb: When in Rome - Scott Forrester x Reader - Scott waits up for you after a depressing case. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Hotel Stay)

20th Feb: Break (NSFW) - Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader - Beau inspires you to take a break. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Forgetting)

22nd Feb: Blossom (NSFW) - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader - Riz and you invite a third into the bedroom. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Wild Night)

23rd Feb: Paint (NSFW) - OA Zidan x Reader - You help Omar to relax in a creative way. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Body Paint)

24th Feb: Fair - Vostanik Sabatino x Reader - You find Nik sitting on your doorstep. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Single on Valentine's Day)

25th Feb: Gifts - Nestor Oceteva x Reader - Nestor always works Valentine's Day. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Working on Valentine's Day)

27th Feb: No Questions Asked - Damien Powell x Reader - You give Damien a place to call home when he first arrives in Budapest. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Romantic Meal)

28th Feb: Kicking - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop feels his daughter kick for the first time during Coco's wedding reception. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Slow Dance)

29th Feb: Pink - Connor Rhodes x Reader - Connor thinks back to the day the two of you met. (Valentine’s Day Bingo: Wearing Pink)

[themercyverse]

Moonlit Passion || Vanitas no Carte

pairing: vanitas x f!reader

warning: my first oneshot, so it might be slightly cringe :)

word count: 562

You and Vanitas had been on the road together for months with the rest of the squad, your mission to uncover the truth about the curse of the vampires taking the group to some of the most perilous places in the world. The journey had brought you closer, and a unbreakable was bond formed.

But lately, something had changed between you and Vanitas, something that he couldn't quite define. He found himself looking at you in a new light, his heart racing every time you smiled or brushed against him. He tried to ignore it, not understanding what this feeling was, but the tension between you two simmered just below the surface.

One evening, you decided to stay in a cozy inn located on a hill overlooking a moonlit valley. From the window, you could see the soft glow of the moon casting an enchanting light on the rolling hills and misty fields.

Vanitas walked into your room, wanting to tell you about his latest adventure with noé, and couldn't help but pause at the sight of you sitting by the window. Your hair flowed in gentle waves around the face, your eyes entranced by the captivating scenery outside.

His gaze lingered on your body, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. You sensed his stare and blushed, causing his pulse to race even faster.

"Are you okay Vanitas?" you whispered, turning your head in his direction.

He took a step closer to you, his hand moving to brush your hair away from your face. The heat of your skin against his fingers made him inhale sharply.

"I don't know," he replied, his voice low and husky. "I just...I can't stop thinking about you."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and before you could say anything, Vanitas slowly leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. The electricity between you was palpable, and he could feel the tension building with each passing second.

After what felt like minutes, you decided to finally close the gap between your lips. Right then, Vanitas felt his whole body come alive. He savored the sensation of your lips moving against his, each touch igniting a new flame within him.

As the kiss deepened, Vanitas's hands moved to cradle your face, tilting his head to deepen the connection. You responded eagerly, your fingers twining through his hair.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, and Vanitas knew he should pull away, but he couldn't bring himself to break the connection. As they parted, you were both breathing heavily, your eyes locked in a passionate gaze.

Vanitas felt a pang of longing wash over him, and he spoke softly. "I don't know what this means. I've never felt this way before."

You smiled gently, as your hand reached up to caress his cheek. "Me neither. But we don't have to figure it out right now. Let's take it one step at a time."

Vanitas nodded, relieved. This one time, he didn't need to have all the answers, he only needed to trust his heart. As you settled into bed together, your bodies entwined, Vanitas felt certain that he had made the right choice. His heart had led him to you, and he knew he would never forget this moment.

As he looked out at the moonlit valley, he felt content in the knowledge that they would face the challenges ahead together.

Thanks for reading <3

[mcrdvcks]

Down Bad - Chapter 15

Chapter Summary: With Amina finally reunited with the squad, she thought things were going to be easier. But her time in captivity changed her more than she thought.

Word Count: 13.4k+

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Jedi Original Character

Notes: as i said in the notes for last chapter, this dives more into amina's mental health, and even how different she is from before the torture. there aren't really any major trigger warnings, but be careful if bad mental states trigger you :)

Series Masterlist - Chapter 14 → Chapter 16

AO3 Link For Chapter

She dreamt about this moment, far more than was healthy. But as she laid in bed with Hunter as he slept, Amina still found that sleep eluded her.

Everything she wanted was right in front of her, yet she’s still troubled by everything that happened. The scars and wounds hurt, her knee is in terrible pain, and she saw a bruise on her forearm from her last fight with the Inquisitors.

She couldn't shake the memories of her captivity, the constant fear and pain that had become her daily reality. The whips, the interrogations, the never-ending cycle of torment. Amina shivered despite the warmth of the bed, her mind replaying those dark days over and over again.

Amina couldn’t lie down anymore, so she carefully got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. She knew Hunter was a light sleeper, along with the fact he had enhanced senses, so she walked out of their small house.

As Amina quietly slipped out of the bedroom, careful not to disturb Hunter, she found herself drawn to the quiet solitude of the night. Stepping onto the porch of their small cabin, she gazed out at the moonlit landscape spread before her. The cool night air brushed against her skin, offering a stark contrast to the warmth that enveloped her inside the cabin.

She leaned against the wooden railing, her thoughts swirling with memories of her time in captivity and the challenges she had faced since her escape. The scars on her body throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of the pain she had endured. Closing her eyes, Amina took a deep breath, trying to calm the turbulent emotions roiling within her.

Until she felt a presence behind her. In a trained fashion, Amina swung her fist behind her only to be met with nothing.

There was nothing behind her, and nothing around her, other than the flickering light post a few feet away.

Amina shook her head, looking back over to the sky. She has everything she wanted and now she feels like running.

What was wrong with her?

It felt so wrong to be here, on Pabu with the squad. She had to keep telling herself that this is what she wanted.

She knew that a small part of it was that Tech was gone, and now Crosshair had rejoined the squad after his time with the Empire.

But of course, the main problem was herself.

Amina’s hands trembled as she struggled against the unyielding grip of Vader’s cybernetic grasp on the lightsaber hilt. Her desperation was palpable, fueled by months of torture, isolation, and a yearning for release from the relentless agony inflicted upon her. The cell around them seemed to shrink as the tension mounted, every breath echoing loudly in the stifling air.

The marks on the wall were too much, 170 marks was too much.

She couldn’t do it, she broke. It only took 170 rotations for it to happen, perhaps not in the way Palpatine wanted, but she needed out. And the only was she was going to get out was her own death. She knew that she was fueled by desperation, and she could practically hear Obi-Wan and Yoda yelling at her in her own mind.

But she couldn’t do it any longer.

Vader's grip on the lightsaber remained unyielding, his mechanical hands locked in a silent struggle with Amina's weakening grasp. His helmeted gaze bore into her, though she couldn't see his eyes, she could sense the conflict within him. There was an undeniable tension in the air, thick with unspoken words and the weight of their shared history.

"Amina," Vader's voice rumbled through the respirator, breaking the strained silence. "What are you doing?"

A bitter laugh escaped Amina's lips, tinged with despair. "What does it look like, Anakin?" Her voice cracked with emotion, a mixture of anger and sorrow. "I'm trying to end this."

Vader's stance shifted imperceptibly, his grip on the lightsaber tightening marginally. "You don't have to do this," he said, his voice betraying a hint of pleading beneath the mechanical filters. "There is another way."

Amina's breath hitched, her grip faltering as she struggled against Vader's strength. "What other way?" She choked out, tears welling in her eyes. "Become a Sith? A pawn of the Empire? No, thank you. Give me- ” she grunted, “the lightsaber.”

He finally had enough, ripping it easily from her hands as she fell onto the floor. Vader took a few steps and exited her cell as she ran to the closed door. “Anakin!” she yelled, banging on the door, “please! Come back!” Amina banged on the door again, “Anakin!”

Amina shook her head, feeling a tear slip down her cheek. A small part of her wondered what would have happened if she had gotten Vader’s lightsaber and ended it all then.

Would she have felt peace, unlike now?

As Amina stood on the porch, gazing out at the moonlit landscape of Pabu, she couldn't shake the haunting memories that clawed at her mind. The scars on her body pulsed with pain, reminders of her harrowing captivity and the brutal trials she had endured. Each breath felt heavy, laden with the weight of her past and the uncertainty of her future.

Inside the cabin, Hunter stirred from his sleep, his keen senses picking up on Amina's absence. Concern etched lines on his face as he sat up, searching the dimly lit room for any sign of her. When he realized she wasn't there, a knot of worry tightened in his chest. He knew Amina well enough to sense when something troubled her deeply, and he feared the toll her captivity had taken on her spirit.

Quietly slipping out of bed, Hunter pulled on a shirt and quietly made his way to the porch. His footsteps were silent against the wooden floorboards as he approached Amina, who stood lost in her thoughts, unaware of his presence.

"Amina," Hunter's voice was gentle, breaking the stillness of the night. He stepped closer, his concern palpable as he reached out a hand towards her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

As Amina flinched slightly at his touch, the scars beneath her clothing reminding her of the pain she carried both physically and emotionally, she quickly wiped away the tears from her face with the back of her hand. "Yeah," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hunter's brow furrowed with concern as he studied her, his hand hovering uncertainly near her shoulder. He could sense the turmoil within her, the weight of her recent experiences bearing down heavily on her weary shoulders. "Amina," he said gently, "you don't have to pretend with me. I can see that something's wrong."

She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and vulnerability. "I just... I thought being here, with you all, would make everything better," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I feel... lost. Like I don't belong anywhere."

Hunter's heart ached at the sight of her pain, his protective instincts kicking in as he pulled her into a gentle embrace. "You belong with us, Amina," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against her turmoil. "With me. You're not alone in this."

Amina rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek. In that moment, she allowed herself to lean on him, to draw strength from his presence. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice muffled against his shirt. "I just... I thought I could handle it all, but..."

"You don't have to handle everything on your own," Hunter interrupted softly, his fingers gently threading through her hair. "We're a team, remember? We'll face whatever comes our way together."

She nodded silently, feeling the weight of his words sink in. For so long, she had been used to fighting her battles alone, but now she had a team - a family - who stood by her side, ready to support her no matter what. It was a comforting thought, one that slowly began to ease the knots of anxiety tightening in her chest.

"I guess... I just need time," Amina said finally, her voice steadier now. "To figure things out. To... heal."

Hunter pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his gaze unwavering. "Take all the time you need," he said firmly. "We're not going anywhere."

A small, grateful smile tugged at the corners of Amina's lips as she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against Hunter's cheek. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Hunter returned her smile, his heart lighter knowing that he could provide her with even a small measure of comfort. "Anytime," he replied softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. "Let's go back inside. It's getting cold out here."

As they turned to head back into the cabin, Amina's hand found its way into Hunter's, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Inside the warmth of their small cabin, Hunter settled Amina back into bed, tucking the blankets around her with gentle care. "Try to get some rest," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

Amina nodded sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion finally caught up with her. "Thank you, Hunter," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before retreating to his side of the bed, where he settled in beside her.

---

Hunter and the rest of the squad were out doing whatever it was they were dealing with currently, while Amina was trying, and failing, to meditate.

She didn’t meditate at all during her captivity since she never had the motivation or energy to do so.

It was hard to keep a clear mind, especially when every time she closed her eyes, memories of the torture sessions with the troopers and Palpatine came into her mind.

After a few hours, she quit trying, deciding there had to be better things to do rather than meditate.

So, she took a shower, and tried wrapping the shock whip wounds on her back and stomach, some of which were still bleeding, as well as putting a bacta patch on her forearm, and wrapping her fractured knee, before topping it off with pants, a shirt, and a jacket to make sure no one could see the scars and fresh wounds.

When she looked at the chrono, she realized that most of the day had passed, in fact, she spent 5 hours trying to put bandages on all of her open wounds.

Stepping out of the small house, Amina found herself greeted by the serene beauty of Pabu's landscape. The familiar sights and sounds offered a semblance of peace, a stark contrast to the turmoil within her. She knew she couldn't stay cooped up inside, wrestling with memories and doubts.

Outside, the midday sun cast a warm glow over the settlement where the Bad Batch had made their temporary home. A few villagers greeted her with nods as she passed, their expressions a mix of respect and curiosity. Amina acknowledged them with a faint smile, grateful for the quiet acceptance she found among them.

As she made her way to the cave at the bottom of the mountain, she watched as a ship flew out of the cave and into the atmosphere.

Omega, Wrecker, and a lurca hound stood by the Marauder, as Hunter and Crosshair exited the cave. She walked over to Omega and looked over at Hunter, “who was on the ship?” She asked.

“Ventress.” Crosshair replied.

Amina’s eyes widened slightly before looking back up at the sky, the ship not visible any longer. “Why did no one tell me she was here?”

Hunter exchanged a glance with Crosshair before answering, his tone measured. "We didn't want to alarm you. Ventress was here to help us with something. It was temporary."

Omega looked up at Amina, “she gave us the intel we needed from Fennec. We found out that the Empire’s after me because of my M-count.”

“M-count?” Amina said sternly, suddenly feeling a rush of displaced anger flow throughout her. Ventress was here and nobody told her, and they needed intel on M-count, and didn’t tell her that either.

She might’ve only been back on Pabu for almost a day, but surely, they could’ve told her.

Amina shouldn’t feel anger, but she did, and she wasn’t even sure why. Last night it was fear, and today it’s anger.

The path to the dark side.

Before she allowed herself to react or add anything more to the conversation that would likely end up in an argument, she removed herself from the group. Amina turned back around and started her descent from the ledge of the cave, not paying any mind to the squads glances at each other due to her behavior.

Amina's footsteps echoed softly against the rocky path as she descended from the ledge of the cave. Her mind churned with conflicting emotions- anger at being kept out of the loop, guilt for feeling that anger, and a deep-seated fear that her tumultuous past was catching up with her again.

With everything she was feeling, Amina greatly overestimated her own strength in her fractured knee as she stepped and slipped on loose rocks, causing her to fall onto her back. The sharp pain radiated through her body, a harsh reminder of her fragility. She let out a groan, attempting to sit up, but the pain in her knee and the fresh wounds on her back made it nearly impossible.

From above, Hunter and Crosshair watched in alarm. “Amina!” Hunter called out; his voice tinged with worry. He quickly made his way down the path towards her, Crosshair following close behind.

“Don’t move,” Hunter instructed as he reached her side. His hands were gentle but firm as he assessed her condition. “Are you alright?”

Amina nodded weakly, wincing at the pain. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction. “Just… give me a moment.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed in concern. “You’re not fine,” he said softly. “Why didn’t you tell us you were hurt?”

“I’m not hurt.” Amina replied, hoping with everything in her that he, nor the rest of the squad, would not investigate any more. Because her memories and emotions were one thing, but the scars and wounds on her body were physical manifestations of those memories.

As Amina lay on the rocky path, pain coursing through her body from the fall, Hunter knelt beside her, his brow furrowed with concern. Crosshair stood a few paces back, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger, while Omega and Wrecker stood above them still by the Marauder.

"You're not fine," Hunter insisted gently, his voice tinged with worry. "Let me see."

Amina hesitated, her jaw clenched as she tried to push herself up. The sharp pain in her knee shot through her, making her gasp involuntarily. "I just slipped," she muttered, trying to play down the severity of her injuries.

She was also keenly aware that one of the lash wounds she had wrapped, stretching from her shoulder across her shoulder blade to the middle of her back, had likely reopened. She could feel a warm trickle spreading beneath her jacket, but she kept her gaze fixed on the ground, unwilling to meet Hunter's concerned stare.

The silence hung heavy between them, punctuated only by the soft rustling of the wind through the trees. Amina's thoughts raced, torn between the urge to confide in Hunter and the fear of exposing the scars, both physical and emotional, that she had fought so hard to conceal.

Hunter's hand gently cupped her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Amina," he said softly, his voice laced with gentle insistence, "please let us help you."

Her eyes welled with tears she fought to hold back. She couldn't bear the pity or the questions that might follow if she revealed the extent of her injuries. "I don't need your help," she replied tersely, her voice tinged with frustration.

Crosshair stepped forward cautiously, his voice steady. "Amina," he began, "we're here for you. You don't have to carry this burden alone."

Amina scoffed quietly, pushing herself up as she spoke to Crosshair, “last time I saw you, you were pretty keen on the idea of killing me.” She stood up and brushed dirt off her shoulder, “surprise, surprise. You’re not the only one.”

As Amina stood there, brushing off the dirt from her shoulder with a mix of defiance and lingering pain, Crosshair’s expression remained unreadable. His gaze flickered momentarily towards Hunter, a silent communication passing between them that Amina couldn’t decipher.

Amina turned around and continued to make her way down before hitting the sand on the shore. She slowly made her way back the way she came to the house, trying not to limp or move her arm to aggravate her shoulder.

Hunter watched her from above, his worry deepening. He knew she was strong, but he also knew that everyone had their breaking point. He exchanged a look with Crosshair, who simply shrugged, his expression impassive.

"She's not ready to talk," Crosshair said quietly. "Pushing her won't help."

Hunter sighed, knowing Crosshair was right. "I'll give her some space, but I can't just ignore this."

"She'll come around," Crosshair replied, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "She just needs time."

As Amina reached the small house, she leaned against the doorframe for a moment, gathering her strength. Her body was screaming in protest, but she wouldn't let herself break down, not now. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, the familiar surroundings offering a small measure of comfort.

She took off her jacket, placing it on the bed before taking off her shirt and threw it underneath the bed. There were dark red stains on it, curtesy of her wounds breaking open, so she couldn’t just put it in the laundry basket.

Amina stepped to the refresher door before turning her head to the bed. Hunter had enhanced senses, he would be able to smell the blood on the shirt, and her.

Using the Force, the shirt came into her hand as she opened up the bedroom window and threw it out, watching as it glided down in between a bush and a brick building.

Now that was out of the way, she made her way into the bathroom and made sure to lock the door, before looking at the marriage of white bandages wrapped around her entire torso. The sight of the fresh blood seeping through the bandages on her back made her grimace. She gingerly began to rewrap the wounds, her movements slow and deliberate.

Her hands trembled as she unraveled the old bandages, exposing the raw, angry flesh beneath. The wounds from the shock whip were still fresh, some of them refusing to heal properly. Each movement sent a jolt of pain through her body, but she grit her teeth and pushed through it. She couldn't afford to let anyone see her like this, not after what she'd been through.

As she worked, her mind wandered back to her time in captivity. The constant pain, the never-ending interrogations, the fear that had become her constant companion. She had endured so much, and now she was struggling to find her place in a world that had moved on without her.

A knock at the bathroom door startled her out of her thoughts. "Amina?" Hunter's voice was muffled through the door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she called back, her voice steadier than she felt. "Just... give me a minute."

There was a pause, and she could almost hear the concern in Hunter's silence. "Alright," he finally said. "I'll be right outside if you need anything."

Amina continued to finish rewrapping her wounds, her fingers working quickly to secure the bandages in place as best as she could while being quick, efficient, and most importantly, quiet.

She heard Hunter's footsteps receding from the refresher door, a mix of relief and guilt washing over her. Guilt, for hiding her pain and shutting him out; relief, that she could manage this on her own, or at least pretend to.

As she finished tending to her wounds, she took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within her. The physical pain dulled, numbed by the adrenaline and determination that had kept her going since her escape from captivity. But the emotional turmoil was harder to suppress.

She knew she couldn't keep hiding her injuries forever. The truth would come out eventually, especially with Hunter's heightened senses and the squad's keen observations. But she wasn't ready to face their questions, their pity, their concern. Not yet.

Amina reached her hand out to grab her shirt but came up empty handed. She tore her gaze away from the first aid kit and looked around the small refresher.

Where was her shirt? Did she forget to bring it in-

Oh no.

She completely forgot to grab a new shirt and her jacket, meaning if she were to walk out of the refresher and to their bedroom, Hunter would be able to see her torso covered with wrap.

With a deep breath to steady herself, she weighed her options. She couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. Eventually, Hunter would become more worried and might try to check on her again.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Amina carefully opened the bathroom door and peeked out into the dimly lit bedroom. Hunter wasn't immediately visible, but she knew he was close by. Swiftly, she darted across the room to her side of the bed, hoping to find something to cover herself with.

Just as she reached for a loose tunic she had left on the bedside table, the floorboards by the bedroom creaked. Amina froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly pulled on the tunic and pretended to clean up the room, starting with hanging her jacket up in the closet since her tunic was long-sleeved.

The floorboards creaked again, closer this time. Amina's breath caught in her throat as she turned, expecting to face Hunter's concerned gaze. Instead, she was met with the sight of Omega standing at the bedroom doorway, her expression a mix of curiosity and worry.

"Amina?" Omega's voice was soft, tinged with concern. "Are you okay?"

Amina hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. She knew she couldn't keep hiding forever, especially not from Omega, who had an uncanny ability to sense when something was wrong. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet Omega's gaze.

"Yeah," Amina replied, her voice hoarse with unshed emotion. "I'm okay. Just... had a little accident outside."

Omega stepped into the room, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Amina's disheveled appearance. "Accident?" she echoed, her tone skeptical. "You look like you're in pain. More pain than from just falling."

Amina managed a weak smile, trying to brush off Omega's concern. "It's nothing," she insisted, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her words. "I'm just... a bit clumsy sometimes."

Omega didn't look convinced, but she nodded slowly. "Okay," she said finally, her voice gentle. "We’re going to eat at Shep’s if you want to come.”

The thought of food made Amina sick, perhaps it was because the most she got to eat was bread, and after a hundred rotations they lowered her food intake to every 3 rotations. Or it could be that the last thing she ate was a few sips of broth when she was on Alderaan a few days ago.

But if she didn’t go, then it would be even more suspicious considering her earlier behavior.

Amina hesitated for a moment, torn between her discomfort and the need to maintain a facade of normalcy. She knew Omega's concern was genuine, but revealing her injuries and the pain they caused was something she wasn't ready for. With a deep breath to steady herself, Amina forced a smile and nodded at Omega's invitation.

"Yeah, I'll come," she replied, her voice sounding steadier than she felt. "Just give me a minute to freshen up."

Omega nodded, her expression still tinged with worry, before turning and heading back towards the common area of their temporary home. Amina watched her go, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension. She knew Omega would keep an eye on her, and that added layer of concern both comforted and unnerved her.

Quickly, Amina stripped off the tunic that covered her bandaged torso and slipped into a fresh shirt. She winced as the fabric brushed against the tender wounds on her back, but she pushed through the discomfort, focusing on getting ready to join the others. Then she grabbed the jacket she just hung up and slipped it on, acting as another barrier from her scars and wounds.

As she stepped out of the bedroom, she found Hunter waiting for her in the living area. His expression was a mix of relief and concern as he regarded her, taking in her slightly disheveled appearance.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Amina nodded, mustering up a smile. "Yeah, just a little sore," she replied, hoping her answer would suffice. She didn't want to burden him or the others with her problems, not when they had their own missions and challenges to deal with.

Hunter studied her for a moment, as if sensing there was more she wasn't saying, but he didn't press further. Instead, he gestured towards the door. "Let's go," he said quietly, falling into step beside her as they walked towards Shep's house.

The walk to Shep's was quiet, with Amina lost in her thoughts and Hunter respecting her need for space. They passed by villagers going about their daily routines, exchanging nods and brief greetings along the way. The sense of community on Pabu was something Amina appreciated, a stark contrast to the isolation and fear she had endured during her captivity.

As they reached Shep's, the savory aroma of cooked meals greeted them, mingling with the chatter of patrons inside. Amina glanced around, spotting Omega and the rest of the squad seated at the table on the patio. She felt a pang of guilt for causing them concern earlier, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the present moment.

Hunter pulled out a chair for her as she silently accepted it, hiding back a wince as the wooden back of the seat dug into her back.

Omega sat on Amina’s right, with Hunter on her left, and Wrecker and Crosshair sitting on the other side of the table.

The lurca hound from earlier walked in between Amina and Omega, whining softly. Amina cautiously brought her hand down to pet it as Omega smiled and looked over at Amina, “her name’s Batcher. We brought her from Tantiss.”

Amina glanced up at Omega, gratitude welling up in her chest. "She's beautiful," Amina murmured softly, her gaze lingering on Batcher's blue eyes. The hound leaned into her touch, a silent understanding passing between them.

Hunter observed the interaction between Amina and Batcher, a flicker of concern still evident in his eyes. He knew Amina was trying to mask her pain, both physical and emotional, but he also knew that healing took time.

Across the table, Wrecker's booming voice broke the tranquility. "Batcher likes you, Amina!" he exclaimed cheerfully, a wide grin spreading across his face. His enthusiasm was infectious, momentarily lifting the somber mood that had settled over the group.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Amina's lips as she glanced at Wrecker. "I think she likes all of us," Amina replied, her voice soft but genuine. She appreciated Wrecker's attempts to lighten the atmosphere, even if only for a moment.

Shep came out, placing a few plates and dishes onto the table, which Wrecker took first servings of each.

Wrecker lifted the lid for the dessert platter, containing a variety of fruits. As Amina continued to pet Batcher, Omega noticed a muja fruit on the platter, “Amina, Shep has muja fruit.”

Omega lifted the fruit and held it in front of Amina.

She looked down at the tray of food, her appetite nonexistent despite the gnawing ache in her stomach. "I'm not hungry," Amina repeated, her voice softer this time, tinged with resignation.

Vader regarded her for a long moment, his gloved fingers drumming lightly on the back of the chair. "You will eat," he insisted, his voice holding an edge of command. "It is not a request."

Amina's jaw clenched, her fingers tightening around the datapad. "And what if I refuse?" Her voice was a challenge, a daring defiance aimed squarely at the Sith Lord before her.

Vader's mechanical breathing seemed to fill the room, a constant reminder of his formidable presence. "You will comply," he stated evenly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“I will not. You can’t force someone to eat when they haven’t had more than a small piece of bread for over 3 months.”

"You will comply," Vader repeated, his voice a low rumble that reverberated off the stone walls. His tone brooked no argument, carrying with it the weight of authority that came with being a Sith Lord. The plate with a whole muja fruit, her favorite, and a few slices of Haroun bread were force pushed closer to her.

Amina met his masked gaze with unwavering determination, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "I will not," she declared again, her voice tinged with both exhaustion and defiance.

Vader's gloved hand tightened into a fist, the leather creaking softly. "Your stubbornness will not serve you," he warned. “You will eat, Amina."

She shook her head, her eyes blazing with a fire that even Vader couldn't extinguish. "I won't be coerced into submission," she retorted, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her. "Not by you, not by anyone."

For a moment, Vader seemed almost taken aback by her resolve, but it quickly passed as he lifted the muja fruit in the air and closed his fist, causing the fruit to splatter across the dining table.

The plate also shattered as a shard cut her palm. Amina let out a small sound, close to a squeak, as she felt fear run through her body and tears start to form in her eyes. She grabbed her datapad, blood smearing on the back of it as she ran to her room and locked the door.

As Amina rushed back to her room, the sting of fear and pain pulsated through her hand where the shard had cut her palm. She leaned against the door, her breathing ragged, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Her mind raced with a mix of emotions—anger at Vader's callousness, frustration at her own helplessness, and a deep-seated fear that seemed to clutch at her heart.

She sank to the floor, clutching her bleeding hand against her chest, trying to steady her breathing. The room felt oppressive, suffocating, as if the very walls were closing in on her. Amina knew she couldn't stay locked away forever, but in this moment, the safety of her room offered a fleeting sense of refuge.

Amina looked at her right palm, looking at the faint small scar from her brother’s outburst. She loved muja fruit, it was her favorite ever since she first had it when her and Anakin were brought to the Temple. But as she looked at the fruit in Omega’s hand, it made her feel even more sick than before.

Omega held the fruit out to her again, concern evident in her eyes. “Amina, are you sure you’re okay?”

Amina hesitated, torn between the past and the present, between her desire to bury those memories and the reality of facing them again. She forced a smile, though it felt hollow. “I… I appreciate it, Omega,” she managed to say, her voice wavering slightly. “But I think I’ll pass on the fruit.”

Omega frowned, her brows knitting together in worry. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Amina replied, trying to sound more convincing this time. “Just not feeling hungry.”

Hunter, who had been quietly observing the exchange, spoke up gently. “It’s alright, Omega. Amina will eat when she’s ready.”

Wrecker, ever oblivious to the tension in the air, dug into his meal with gusto. “More for me!” he exclaimed cheerfully, his mouth full of food.

Crosshair, sitting across from Amina, watched her with a discerning gaze. His sharp eyes missed very little, and she knew he was probably piecing together the fragments of her behavior since her return to Pabu. She avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the plate in front of her, though she had no appetite.

Amina managed a small smile, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. She appreciated Omega’s attempt to distract her with coming out of the house, but the weight of her memories was too burdensome to ignore. Every sound, every smell, every touch seemed to echo the horrors of her captivity.

She pushed her plate away, her stomach twisting in knots. “I think I’ll go for a walk,” she announced abruptly, standing up from the table.

Hunter glanced up at her, concern etched on his features. “Amina…”

“It’s fine,” she assured him, though her voice lacked conviction. “Just need some fresh air.”

Without waiting for further protest, she walked away from the table, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on her back. She knew they were worried about her, and a part of her appreciated their concern. But another part of her- a part that still felt raw and vulnerable- wanted nothing more than solitude.

Outside, the air was cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the settlement. She walked aimlessly, her thoughts swirling in turmoil. The pain in her knee and back seemed to intensify with every step, a constant reminder of her vulnerability.

She found herself by the edge of a tranquil pond, the water shimmering in the sunlight. A bench nearby beckoned to her, and she sank onto it, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion.

“Mind if I join you?”

Amina looked up, startled by the unexpected voice. It was Crosshair, his expression guarded yet concerned as he approached her cautiously.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. “Sure,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Crosshair sat down beside her, leaving a respectful distance between them. They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Amina kept her gaze fixed on the pond, the ripples on its surface mirroring the turmoil in her mind.

After what felt like an eternity, Crosshair spoke, his voice low and measured. "You don't have to talk about it," he began, his gaze focused on the horizon. "But we all know something's bothering you."

Amina remained silent, unsure of how much to reveal. She appreciated Crosshair's attempt to reach out, but the memories of her captivity were still too raw, too painful to share. She clenched her hands into fists, willing herself to stay composed.

"I get it," Crosshair continued, his tone surprisingly gentle. "The past... it can haunt you."

Amina glanced at him from the corner of her eye, noting the empathy in his expression. Despite their tumultuous history, Crosshair seemed genuine in his attempt to understand. She let out a long breath, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly.

"Yeah," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It haunts me every day."

Crosshair nodded, his jaw tense with unspoken words. "We all have ghosts," he said finally, his gaze flickering towards the settlement in the distance. "Things we'd rather forget." He held his right hand to his chest.

Amina noticed how his right-hand shook, now and earlier that day, “psychological conditioning?” she asked gently.

“You mean torture.” He replied.

“Well, it was easier to think of it as conditioning instead of torture sometimes. Made it seem less… painful.”

Crosshair's gaze hardened, "it doesn't matter what you call it," he said bitterly. "Pain is pain."

Silence settled between them once more, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Amina could sense Crosshair's reluctance to delve deeper into their shared past, and she respected his boundaries. She knew all too well the scars that trauma could leave behind, both physical and emotional.

Crosshair dropped his hand and let it fall to his side, “the others may not know, but they’ll find out soon enough. Especially Hunter.” Amina turned her head slightly, not fully looking at him, “I saw the bacta patch on your forearm. And knowing the Empire, that can’t be the only thing they did.”

Amina remained silent, her gaze fixed on the pond once more. She knew Crosshair was right. Despite her efforts to conceal her injuries, she couldn't hide them forever, especially not from Hunter and the rest of the squad. The truth would inevitably come to light, and she dreaded the questions, the concern, and the pity that would follow.

Crosshair shifted beside her, his posture tense with unspoken words. "You don't have to face this alone," he said quietly, his voice tinged with unexpected sincerity. "We're here for you, whether you like it or not."

Amina turned her head to look at him, surprised by the genuine concern in his eyes. Despite their strained history, or lack thereof, and the rift between them, Crosshair's offer of support touched a chord within her. She nodded slowly, a flicker of gratitude in her expression. "Thank you," she murmured softly. "I… I appreciate it."

Crosshair nodded curtly, his gaze flickering towards the settlement. "We're not all that different, you and I," he admitted reluctantly, his tone guarded yet vulnerable. "We've both been through hell and back."

Amina swallowed past the lump in her throat, the weight of her memories pressing in on her. "Some hells are harder to escape than others," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion.

Crosshair's jaw tightened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "But we've both survived."

Silence settled between them once more, but this time it felt different- less strained, more grounded in mutual understanding. Amina knew they had a long way to go in rebuilding trust and forging a new dynamic within the squad. But in that moment, sitting by the tranquil pond with Crosshair beside her, she felt a glimmer of hope.

---

Meanwhile, back at Shep's house, Hunter sat at the table with Omega and Wrecker, his thoughts consumed by concern for Amina. He couldn't shake the image of her slipping away from the table, her pain and turmoil evident in every tense line of her body. He knew she was hiding something, something that haunted her deeply.

Omega glanced up at Hunter, her eyes wide with worry. "Do you think Amina will be okay?" she asked quietly, her voice tinged with concern.

Hunter sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Omega," he admitted honestly. "She's been through a lot. More than any of us can imagine."

Wrecker grunted in agreement, his expression troubled. "Amina's tough," he said firmly. "She survived being captured by the Empire. She'll be okay."

Hunter nodded, grateful for Wrecker's unwavering optimism. "I hope you're right, Wrecker," he replied sincerely. "But we need to be there for her, no matter what."

Omega nodded solemnly, her young face serious with determination. "I'll keep an eye on her," she promised quietly. "I know when something's wrong."

Hunter smiled gratefully at Omega, proud of her keen intuition and empathy. "Thanks, Omega," he said softly. "That means a lot."

---

After her chat with Crosshair, Amina decided she would go back to the house. While she didn’t like being alone, she also didn’t seem to care for being around people right now.

She had changed into her night clothes, making sure to pick pants and a long-sleeve shirt, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Amina fidgeted with the japor snippet on her wrist, finding comfort in the object from her childhood before her and Anakin were ever brought to the Temple.

Deciding that she wanted something to drink, she went into the kitchen and looked in the fridge finding a container of juice. She grabbed the container and looked around for cups, finding some in a cabinet above her.

Amina raised her arm before hissing in pain, momentarily forgetting about the shock whip wounds on her back, especially the newer one on her shoulder.

She glanced around the quiet kitchen of her and Hunter’s house, the familiar surroundings offering a semblance of comfort amidst the turmoil within her. The events of the day, from the awkward meal with the squad to the unexpected conversation with Crosshair by the pond, swirled in her mind like a tempest.

Lost in thought, she hadn't noticed the soft footsteps approaching from behind. "Hey," Hunter's voice broke through her reverie, filled with concern as he entered the kitchen. His gaze immediately fell on Amina's tense form, his brow furrowing at the sight of her discomfort.

Amina turned to face him, a mixture of relief and apprehension washing over her. "Hey," she replied softly, managing a faint smile despite the pain etched on her features.

Hunter's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her appearance, his worry deepening. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Amina hesitated, her fingers absently tracing the edge of the kitchen counter. "I'm... I'm fine," she murmured, though her voice wavered slightly.

Hunter stepped closer, his concern palpable. "Amina," he said softly, his gaze searching hers. "You don't have to pretend with me."

Trying to avoid the conversation, she changed the subject, “can you get me a glass, please?”

Amina's request for a glass seemed like a lifeline, a way to divert the conversation away from the unspoken weight between them. Hunter hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on her troubled expression, before nodding silently. Without a word, he retrieved a glass from the cabinet above her, his movements deliberate yet gentle.

He handed her the glass, their fingers brushing briefly, a fleeting touch that spoke volumes of unspoken concern and shared history. Amina took the glass with a murmured thanks, her fingers tightening around its cool surface as she avoided Hunter's searching gaze.

As she poured herself some juice, Hunter leaned against the kitchen counter, his posture relaxed yet attentive. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words and unaddressed wounds. Finally, Hunter broke the quiet, his voice low and careful.

"Amina," he began, his tone gentle yet insistent. "You can't keep shutting us out like this."

Amina paused mid-pour, her hand trembling slightly. She knew Hunter was right. The squad deserved to know what she had endured, what still haunted her every waking moment. Yet, the thought of reliving those memories, of bearing her scars- both physical and emotional- was almost unbearable.

"I..." Amina started, her voice catching in her throat. She set the juice container down with deliberate care, her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid inside the glass.

When Hunter took a breath in through his nose he noticed a certain scent. He glanced past Amina's shoulder, his heart sinking as he saw a telltale streak of crimson staining the fabric of her nightshirt. "You're bleeding," he stated quietly, his voice tinged with urgency and concern.

Amina froze, her body tensing as she realized what Hunter had seen. She bit her lip, her thoughts racing as she tried to come up with a way to deflect his concern.

“Amina,” Hunter said softly, his voice filled with a mixture of worry and frustration. “You need to let me help you.”

Amina shook her head, her eyes pleading. “Hunter, please… I don’t want to talk about it.”

Hunter stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “You don’t have to talk about it. Just let me help.”

She hesitated, the weight of her secrets pressing down on her. Finally, she nodded, unable to refuse the sincerity in his eyes.

Hunter guided her to the small medkit they kept in the kitchen. “Sit down,” he instructed gently, his hands steady as he began to gather the supplies he needed.

Amina winced as she carefully lowered herself into a chair, the movement sending sharp pain through her back. She could feel Hunter’s eyes on her, his concern palpable.

He crouched in front of her, his gaze focused as he examined the fresh bloodstain on her shirt. “I need you to lift your shirt, Amina,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

Amina’s hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her shirt, her heart pounding in her chest. Since she wrapped her entire torso going all the way up to her shoulders, she wasn’t wearing a brassiere.

But her being bare wasn’t the problem, they had been intimate a few times before the mission on Eriadu. The problem was the scars and wounds on her body.

She knew they weren’t pretty; they were ugly and downright monstrous.

The pain and discomfort were almost unbearable as Amina reluctantly lifted her shirt, revealing the patchwork of scars and wounds that marred her once smooth skin. Hunter's expression tightened at the sight, his heart clenching with a mixture of sorrow and anger at what she had endured.

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm and focused as he examined her injuries. The shock whip scars crisscrossed her back and stomach, some still raw and oozing. Burn marks from hot irons dotted her sides, telling a grim tale of torture.

Amina kept her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet Hunter's eyes. Shame and vulnerability washed over her, threatening to drown her in their suffocating embrace. She felt exposed, laid bare not just physically but emotionally, her inner turmoil laid out for him to witness.

Hunter's hands were gentle as he began cleaning the wounds, his touch firm yet careful. He worked methodically, cleaning each wound with antiseptic wipes, his jaw tight with restrained emotion. Amina winced occasionally as he tended to the more sensitive areas, her breath catching in her throat.

"You shouldn't have had to go through this," Hunter finally spoke, his voice low and filled with a mix of sorrow and quiet rage. "No one should."

Amina swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. She had kept so much bottled up inside, shielding the squad from the horrors she had faced. Yet here she was, exposed and vulnerable in front of Hunter, her heart laid bare alongside her battered body.

"I didn't want you to see," Amina whispered hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want any of you to see..."

Hunter paused in his ministrations, his gaze softening as he looked at her with unwavering compassion. "Amina," he said gently, his voice a soothing balm amidst the storm of her emotions. "We're here for you. You don't have to carry this burden alone."

Tears welled up in Amina's eyes, her resolve crumbling under the weight of Hunter's understanding. She shook her head slightly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. All the walls she had built around herself were crumbling, leaving her raw and exposed in the face of Hunter's unwavering support.

He finished cleaning the wounds in silence, his touch tender yet resolute. Once he was satisfied that he had done all he could for the moment, he carefully applied fresh bacta patches to the most severe injuries, his movements precise and practiced.

Amina flinched as the bacta patches made contact with her damaged skin, the cool relief of the healing substance contrasting sharply with the searing pain that had become her constant companion. She closed her eyes briefly, willing herself to endure, to survive just a little longer.

"You're strong, Amina," Hunter murmured softly, his voice a comforting murmur in the quiet kitchen. "Stronger than you know."

Amina opened her eyes, meeting Hunter's gaze for the first time since he had entered the kitchen. The vulnerability she saw reflected in his eyes matched her own, bridging the distance between them in a silent understanding.

"I didn't want you to worry," Amina confessed quietly, her voice tinged with regret. "I thought I could handle it on my own."

Hunter shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We're a team," he said firmly. "We look out for each other. That includes you."

A tear escaped Amina's eye, tracing a path down her cheek. She wiped it away hastily, feeling a mix of gratitude and relief wash over her. For so long, she had believed that she had to bear her burdens alone, that showing vulnerability was a weakness. Hunter's presence shattered those illusions, offering her a lifeline of support and understanding.

"I'm sorry," Amina whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "I'm sorry I didn't trust you enough to let you in."

Hunter reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly before gently cupping her cheek. His touch was warm and reassuring, grounding her in the present moment. "You don't have to apologize," he said softly. "You've been through more than anyone should ever have to. But you're not alone anymore."

Amina closed her eyes, leaning into Hunter's touch as if seeking solace in the warmth of his hand against her cheek. The weight of her secrets still pressed down on her, but for the first time in a long while, she felt a glimmer of hope.

She hesitantly leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck since he was still crouched down in front of her. The contact was tentative at first, as if she were testing the waters, but as Hunter's arms encircled her, she felt a rush of emotion she couldn't hold back.

Hunter's embrace was strong and warm, a silent promise of protection and support. He held her gently, mindful of her injuries, but his hold was firm enough to convey his unwavering presence. Amina buried her face in his shoulder, her breath hitching as she allowed herself to release the tension she had been holding onto for so long.

"It's okay," Hunter murmured softly, his hand stroking her hair in a soothing rhythm. "You're safe now."

Amina clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. The dam had broken, and the flood of emotions she had kept bottled up for so long poured out in waves. She cried for the pain she had endured, for the fear that had haunted her every step, and for the overwhelming relief of finally being back with the people who cared about her.

Hunter held her through it all, his own heart breaking at the sound of her sobs. He wished he could take away her pain, to erase the horrors she had faced, but he knew that all he could do now was be there for her, to offer her a safe space to heal.

After a while, Amina's sobs began to subside, her breathing evening out as the exhaustion took over. She felt drained, both physically and emotionally, but there was a sense of catharsis in having let go of some of the burden she had been carrying.

Hunter pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her face. His eyes were filled with a mixture of concern and affection. "Feeling any better?" he asked gently.

Amina nodded, wiping at her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand. "A little," she admitted, her voice still shaky. "Thank you, Hunter."

He gave her a small smile, his thumb brushing away the remnants of her tears. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "This is what family does."

The word 'family' struck a chord deep within Amina. She had lost so much, but here, with Hunter and the rest of the squad, she had found a new family, one that accepted her for who she was and stood by her no matter what.

“There’s something else too.” Amina said quietly. She lifted her pant leg from her ankle and carefully above her knee, to where she tried wrapping it to support the fracture.

Hunter's brows furrowed with concern as he took in the sight. "Amina…" His voice was filled with a mixture of sorrow and anger. "How long have you been like this?"

Amina shrugged weakly, her gaze fixed on the floor. "Since I escaped," she admitted quietly.

Hunter's jaw clenched, his fists tightening in frustration. "Why didn't you say anything?" His voice was gentle yet tinged with an edge of reproach.

Amina sighed heavily, feeling the weight of guilt settle on her shoulders. "It was my fault," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hunter's brows furrowed with concern as he took in her exhausted expression. He crouched down in front of her once more, his eyes searching hers with unwavering intensity. "Amina," he began gently, "what happened to you wasn't your fault. None of it."

She shook her head slightly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes once more. “Yeah, it was. When we were climbing down the maintenance shaft my foot slipped on one of the rails and I fell down on my knee.”

Hunter squeezed her uninjured knee gently, offering her a small, reassuring smile. "You don't have to hide from us, Amina," he said softly. "Not anymore."

She nodded slowly, a weight lifting off her shoulders as she allowed herself to lean into Hunter's touch, finding solace in his presence. For so long, she had carried the weight of her pain alone, believing that showing vulnerability was a weakness. Hunter's unwavering support was beginning to change that perception.

After a moment of silence, Hunter stood up and reached for the medkit again, his movements steady and purposeful. "Let me take care of this," he said gently, kneeling beside her once more.

Hunter's hands were steady as he carefully tended to Amina's injuries, his focus unwavering despite the emotions swirling inside him. He cleaned the fresh wound on her knee with meticulous care, his touch gentle yet firm. Amina winced occasionally, the pain a stark reminder of her ordeal, but she remained still, trusting Hunter to help ease her suffering.

Once he finished cleaning and dressing her knee, Hunter turned his attention to the bacta patches she needed on her forearm and shoulder. Amina winced again as the cool gel made contact with her damaged skin, but she remained silent, her gaze fixed on Hunter's hands as they worked.

"You've been through so much," Hunter murmured softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I wish I could've been there to protect you."

Amina's throat tightened with unshed tears, the weight of Hunter's words sinking deep into her heart. "You are protecting me," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just by being here."

Hunter glanced up at her, his eyes meeting hers in a silent exchange of understanding. He wanted to say more, to offer her reassurance and comfort, but the words caught in his throat. Sometimes, actions spoke louder than words ever could.

Once he finished applying the bacta patches, Hunter packed up the medkit with practiced efficiency. He remained crouched beside her, his presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of her emotions.

"We should get you to bed," Hunter suggested gently, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet kitchen. "You need rest."

Amina nodded slowly, exhaustion weighing heavily on her. "Yeah," she agreed softly. "I think I just need to... sleep."

Hunter stood up and offered her a hand, his touch warm and reassuring as he helped her to her feet. Amina leaned into him for support, grateful for his steady presence.

Together, they walked slowly back to the bedroom, the quiet of the settlement enveloping them like a protective embrace. Hunter guided Amina to the bed, helping her settle in with careful tenderness before climbing in after her.

As Hunter settled in beside Amina, the weight of the day's revelations hung heavy in the air between them. Amina lay on her side, facing away from him, her breathing still uneven from the emotional release in the kitchen. Hunter couldn't shake the image of her scars, the physical manifestations of her torment, etched into his mind. He wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but he knew that trust was fragile and had to be earned.

After a long moment of silence, Amina spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hunter?"

"Yeah?" His reply was equally quiet, laced with concern.

"I... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Hunter sighed softly, his heart aching for her. "You didn't have to."

"But I should have," Amina insisted, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I just... I didn't know how."

Hunter shifted closer to her, his hand hovering uncertainly before gently resting on her shoulder. He felt her tense under his touch, but she didn't pull away. "Amina," he began, his voice gentle yet firm, "you don't owe us any explanations. We're here for you, no matter what."

She turned to face him then, her eyes searching his for any sign of judgment or pity. Instead, she found only compassion and understanding. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, her throat tight with unshed tears.

Hunter brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch feather-light against her skin. "You're safe now," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering. "You're with us."

Amina nodded slowly, a flicker of gratitude in her eyes. "I know," she replied softly. "I just... I still can't believe you're all here."

Hunter smiled gently, a warmth spreading through his chest. "We're not going anywhere," he assured her, his voice steady. "You're stuck with us."

A small laugh escaped Amina's lips, a fragile sound that held a hint of relief. "I think I can live with that."

They fell into a comfortable silence then, the weight of their shared experiences settling between them like a bridge connecting their hearts. Hunter remained by her side, his presence a quiet reassurance in the darkness of the room.

---

She was meditating on a large rock, overlooking the shore on Pabu when footsteps came closer. Amina sighed, looking behind her to see Crosshair, Omega, and AZI.

Omega ran up the rock to her and sat next to her, the young girl’s legs dangling off, “what are you going up so early?”

Amina turned to look at Omega, a small smile playing on her lips. "I could ask you the same thing," she replied, her voice soft but playful. She glanced over at Crosshair and AZI, acknowledging their presence with a nod.

Omega grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned back on her hands, taking in the serene beauty of the shoreline. "I couldn't sleep," she admitted, her voice filled with excitement. "I wanted to come watch the sunrise."

Amina nodded in response, looking at the sunrise. “You know where you can see the best sunrises and sunsets? Tatooine.”

Omega made a disgruntled noise, “last time we were on Tatooine the ship was raided by Tuskens. And we had to walk to Mos Espa.”

“Yeah, true. But it’s beautiful when you can see it.” Amina added, closing her eyes going back to meditating. Or trying to. She still couldn’t get into the right mindset, but she was getting closer.

Omega made a gesture for Crosshair to come closer but he stood by a smaller rock, his rifle in hand. She sighed quietly, “what about you, why are you up early?”

Amina shrugged, “nightmare.”

“Another one?”

Amina hummed, “they never go away.” She responded simply.

Omega frowned, her expression filled with concern as she shifted closer to Amina on the rock. "Have you talked to Hunter about them?" she asked gently, her voice laced with worry.

“I have.” Amina opened her eyes and looked over at her again, “I’ve had nightmares for years, Omega, curtesy of the Force. They’re constantly changing, adapting to whatever situation and circumstances have come my way. Right now, they’re just memories of what… Palpatine did to me.”

Omega watched Amina with a mixture of sympathy and concern, her heart aching at the sight of her pain. She knew that Amina had been through hell and back, that the scars of her past ran deep.

"I'm sorry, Amina," Omega said softly, her voice filled with empathy. "I wish there was something I could do to help."

Amina smiled weakly at Omega, grateful for her support. "Just being here is enough," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Omega." Amina patted next to her, “now, cross your legs and meditate with me.” She looked back to Crosshair, “come on.”

Crosshair paused as Omega changed her position, looking at him then at Amina, “he doesn’t like meditating.”

“Hmm.” Amina replied, “even if you don’t like meditating, come sit and watch the sunrise.”

Crosshair hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between Amina and the rising sun on the horizon. He wasn't one for meditation or idle contemplation. His mind was always focused on the mission, on the task at hand. But there was something about the way Amina looked at him, a silent plea in her eyes, that gave him pause.

With a sigh, Crosshair relented, lowering himself onto the rock beside Amina and Omega. He kept his rifle close, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. Despite his reluctance to participate in Amina's meditation session, he found himself drawn to the tranquility of the moment, to the gentle rhythm of their breathing as they watched the sun slowly ascend into the sky.

Amina closed her eyes once more, her hands resting on her knees as she focused on her breathing. The nightmares still haunted her, still tormented her every waking moment, but in this moment, surrounded by her friends, she found a sense of peace that eluded her in the darkness of the night.

As they sat in silence, the minutes stretching into an hour, Amina felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. Despite everything they had been through, despite the horrors they had faced, they were still here, together, watching the sunrise on a distant shore.

When the sun had fully risen, casting its golden rays across the landscape, Amina opened her eyes and smiled at Omega and Crosshair. "Thank you for joining me," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "It means a lot."

Omega grinned back at Amina, her eyes shining with excitement. "Anytime," she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "It was nice to take a break from all the action for a change."

Crosshair nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on the horizon for a moment longer before he stood up from the rock. "We should get back," he said gruffly, his tone betraying none of the emotions swirling within him. "There's still work to be done."

Amina nodded, pushing herself to her feet as well. She glanced at the sunrise one last time, committing the memory to her mind before following Crosshair and Omega back to their camp.

---

Amina and Omega walked in front of the squad, with Wrecker off to the side helping an elderly couple with boxes, and Hunter and Crosshair behind them.

Omega held Amina’s hand as they strolled along the market getting some fresh air. “Amina?” Omega asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Amina hummed in response. “Did the Emperor… experiment on you?”

Amina turned her head to the side and looked down at the young girl, “maybe not in a conventional way. Why?”

Omega shrugged, “on Tantiss they were experimenting on all the clones, even me.”

Amina stopped walking and turned to face Omega, who wore a shocked expression at the sudden stop. “They what?” Amina questioned, a hint of anger in her voice.

She was well versed in the Empire’s ways of ‘experimentation’. It was harsh, brutal, and something that a child should never have to go through.

“Well… yeah? They only took my blood and then tested it along with the other clones.” Omega answered.

Amina let out a sigh of relief, the tension fading from her injured shoulder. "Thank the Force. You scared me, honey," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine concern for Omega. The young girl's revelation about the experiments on Tantiss had momentarily sent a wave of dread through Amina. She crouched down slightly to Omega's eye level, despite the pain in her knee, her hand gently squeezing Omega's.

Omega nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and lingering unease. "Yeah, it wasn't fun," she admitted quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But I'm okay now. And we're all together, right?"

Amina smiled gently, her heart warmed by Omega's resilience. "That's right. We're all together." She squeezed Omega's hand reassuringly before rising to her feet again, scanning the bustling marketplace around them. The scent of exotic spices and the hum of conversations filled the air, a stark contrast to the tense missions they often found themselves on.

As they resumed their walk, Amina glanced over her shoulder to check on the rest of the squad. Wrecker was still engaged in animated conversation with the elderly couple, his booming laughter echoing through the market. Hunter and Crosshair followed a few paces behind, their demeanor stoic and watchful, ever mindful of their surroundings.

---

Amina pushed the food around on her plate. She ate some but couldn’t stomach all of it. It had only been a few rotations since she’s been back on Pabu, but she knew the time was coming to a close.

Hunter walked over from the side of Shep’s house to the chair next to Amina, "Echo sent us a transmission. Apparently now Amina is on the Empire’s targeted list along with Omega.”

“Naturally.” Crosshair drawled from across the table, his toothpick in his hand.

Omega glanced over at Amina, “why would they be after you again?”

Amina sighed and set her fork down on her plate, her hands covering her face. She should’ve expected Palpatine wouldn’t be happy with her escaping, but the knowledge that she’s being targeted again still hit hard.

Hunter leaned forward, his expression serious. "Do you think they've tracked you here?"

Amina shook her head slightly, her voice muffled by her hands. "I don't know. It's possible they've caught wind of my presence. The Empire has its ways." She heard rustling behind her as she looked over, only to find a bush blowing in the wind.

Omega frowned, her concern evident. "But why were they after you in the first place?”

She wasn’t sure how to explain the complexities of the force to them. They were clones, sure they worked with Jedi in the Clone Wars, but she doubts they know about the dark side of the Force.

Taking a deep breath, Amina met Omega’s earnest gaze and began, her tone measured yet tinged with the weight of her experiences. “I’m a Jedi, Omega, I’m always going to be a threat to them. But Palpatine didn’t want that, he wanted me to be on his side. A Sith. But let’s just say I wasn’t exactly cooperative with his… methods.”

Omega’s eyes widened with understanding, the gravity of Amina’s words sinking in. She had heard stories about the Jedi and their struggle against the Sith but hearing it from someone who had lived through it brought a new perspective. “But why did he want you to be a Sith?” Omega asked quietly, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

Amina hesitated, trying to find the right words. “Because Palpatine is power hungry, he always has been. He orchestrated both sides of the Clone Wars just to get him closer to his end-goal, taking over the galaxy. He needs a strong apprentice, and he’s not fully happy with his current one.”

The group stayed silent, even Wrecker had stopped eating.

“I think it’s best if we leave Pabu, it would be safer for everyone here.” Hunter said, as Crosshair nodded. “At least until we figure out why the Empire needs Omega and Amina.”

Amina’s head pounded, she knew exactly why the Empire wanted her, why Palpatine wanted her. But she’s not exactly sure if telling them the answer would change things for them.

If they would hate her or not. Because she knows that while her force abilities are certainly a part of the reason why Palpatine wants her, it’s not the only reason.

“I lied to all of you.” Amina mumbled.

Hunter was the first to break the silence, his voice calm yet tinged with a hint of disbelief. "What do you mean, you lied?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes searching Amina's face for answers.

Amina took a deep breath, steadying herself before she spoke. "I... I wasn't entirely truthful about my past," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. “About what happened during Order 66.”

The confession hung heavy in the air, the squad's attention focused intently on Amina. Omega's eyes widened with concern, realizing there was more to Amina's story than she had previously shared. Hunter leaned forward, his brow furrowing with worry, while Crosshair's expression remained stoic, though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"What do you mean, Amina?" Hunter asked gently, his voice a calm anchor amidst the tension.

Amina hesitated, gathering her thoughts. "When Order 66 happened I was with Padme and we saw smoke coming from the Jedi Temple. I told her to stay put I would check it out because Anakin was there. But instead I saw… hundreds of younglings and Jedi dead from blaster fire and lightsaber wounds.”

“Padme was going to Mustafar since Anakin told her that’s where he was going. So, I came along. But then everything started to… collapse. Obi-Wan had secretly gotten on Padme’s ship and Anakin forced her before they fought. I… thought he died on Mustafar, that him turning on the Jedi and killing everyone in the Temple was going to be his legacy. But then I started having nightmares.”

Hunter’s eyes widened slightly, remembering her nightmares and taking to someone that wasn’t there before coming to Pabu.

“The truth is… Anakin isn’t dead.”

The words hung heavy in the air, sinking into the hearts of everyone gathered around Amina. Omega gasped softly, her eyes widening with shock and confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amina sighed heavily, steeling herself for the difficult explanation she needed to give. "Anakin… he became Darth Vader," she began slowly, her gaze shifting between the faces of Hunter, Crosshair, and Omega. "He fell to the dark side, manipulated by Palpatine. He's... he's become a Sith Lord."

Omega's expression darkened with dismay, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "But... but you said he died on Mustafar," she murmured, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Amina nodded solemnly. "I thought he had died," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "But the truth is, he survived. Palpatine found him on Mustafar, near death, and... rebuilt him. Made him into Darth Vader."

Hunter's brows furrowed deeply as he processed this revelation. He had fought alongside Jedi during the Clone Wars, including Anakin. The idea that Anakin had fallen so far, becoming a Sith, was almost incomprehensible. "How do you know this?" he asked quietly, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within him.

“I just… knew. When I started seeing him in front of me, I just knew it was him. That’s the reason why Palpatine wants me. He wants me to replace Anakin, even though he didn’t believe me when I told him. But while I was in captivity and not falling to Palpatine’s whims, he used me as bait of sorts, so Anakin would be constantly reminded of everything he lost.”

The group stayed silent, processing Amina’s words. It was a hard pill to swallow, knowing that Anakin, someone they fought with, even though it was only one mission, turned to the dark side, and was the reason the Empire formed in the first place.

Crosshair was the first to break the silence, his voice low and gruff as he spoke. "It's for the best," he said firmly, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. "We can't risk staying here any longer than necessary, not with the Empire on our tail."

Amina nodded in agreement, her thoughts drifting to the safety of their makeshift family. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach ever since they had arrived on Pabu. The Empire was relentless in their pursuit of Omega, of her, and she knew that no place was truly safe as long as they remained in the shadows.

"We'll pack up camp and leave as soon as possible," Hunter declared, his voice brooking no argument. "We need to stay one step ahead of the Empire if we're going to keep Omega and Amina safe."

Wrecker grunted in agreement, his expression grim as he began dismantling their campsite with practiced efficiency. Amina watched him for a moment, her heart heavy with the knowledge that their peaceful respite was coming to an end.

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“That’s gotta be all of it, right?” Wrecker asked incredulously.

Hunter and Crosshair were taking crates off the hovercart as Hunter looked at Wrecker, “we still need to grab the rations. Keep loading up the ship. We’ll be back.”

Wrecker groaned, “fine. But at least bring me back an ice cone. No, no, no. M- make it two.”

Amina stood on the Marauder, holding her lightsaber hilt in her hand. She hadn’t used her lightsaber since Eriadu, and then Palpatine took it from her.

She remembers fighting the Inquisitors in front of him and Vader, mostly for the Emperor’s enjoyment. With a shaky breath, she pressed the button, but nothing happened.

Amina frowned, pressing the button again before hitting it against her hand. She grumbled underneath her breath, turning it over in her hand.

She went to grab a screwdriver and pried open a panel, “I’m sorry, Huyang.” She mumbled to herself, looking at the small panel.

"Hmm," she muttered to herself, her brow furrowed in concentration. The wires appeared to be undamaged, ruling out any mechanical failures. But if the wiring wasn't the issue, then what could explain why her lightsaber remained stubbornly inert?

“Come on, you kriffing- ” The lightsaber turned on, but instead of her vibrant blue, it ignited with a blood red. She shrieked and dropped the lightsaber to the floor of the Marauder, the blade still ignited.

Did… she do that? Did she make her kyber crystal bleed? Or did Palpatine do it to scare her, to force her to turn like he did for months?

Was she already like her brother? Was she going to fall down the same exact path as him?

She heard footsteps coming up the ramp as she hastily grabbed her lightsaber and turned it off. Wrecker came up the ramp, setting down a crate, “I heard something, are you okay?”

Amina nodded, “yeah, yeah.” She brushed past him, going down the ramp, “I- I’ll be right back!”

She ran to a quieter part of the mountain, overlooking the sea as she carefully sat down. Her hands shook as she ignited the lightsaber, still the same shade of red.

Time passed quickly, as she just stared at the red light emanating from her saber when a loud blast rang out.

She quickly turned off her lightsaber and clipped it to her belt, running to the source. When she got there, she saw the Marauder completely in flames and in shreds.

What was she doing? She could’ve helped, could’ve done something instead of sitting around. Instead she just stared at her lightsaber like that was going to change the bleeding crystal.

“Ships don’t just blow up. We’ve been compromised.” Crosshair told Hunter.

Hunter looked down at Omega who was kneeling next to Wrecker’s unconscious form when they heard rumbling coming from above. A Venator-class Star Destroyer flew above Pabu, with multiple LAAT gunships flying out from the Star Destroyer.

“Everyone, get to cover!” Hunter yelled, as people started to run to find a safe space. Amina, Hunter, Crosshair, Omega, and Batcher began to run down small alleyways, trying not to be found by the Empire.

“This is all my fault. They’re attacking because of me.” Omega spoke timidly.

Hunter kneeled down in front of Omega, who stood behind Batcher, “it’s the Empire’s fault. Not yours.” He stood up as Crosshair gripped his sniper rifle.

“They’re destroying all means of escape and jamming our comms. We have to steal one of their gunships. Once we’re out of range, we can contact Echo.”

“I’ll handle it.” Hunter responded, “you three, get to Shep’s and wait with Wrecker until I signal y- ”

A loud humming cut him off, as they all turned to the source of it, their blasters raised. Three Inquisitors stood together, one with a double-bladed spinning lightsaber.

“Well, well, well, Skywalker. We meet again. Care to make this easy and come with us?”

Amina unhooked her lightsaber from her belt, keeping it unignited, “I’d rather not.”

The other two Inquisitors lit their lightsabers as the middle one spoke again, “good. I was hoping you would say that.”

Amina gestured for them to leave with her head as Hunter disagreed, “Amina- ”

“I’ll take care of them and meet up with Crosshair and Omega.”

She ignited her lightsaber, the blood-red blade crackling to life. Amina felt a pang of sorrow at the sight of the corrupted crystal, but she pushed the emotion aside. There was no time for introspection now.

"Go!" she yelled over her shoulder at Hunter, Crosshair, and Omega. "I’ll meet up with you soon."

Hunter hesitated, his eyes locked onto hers. “Be careful,” he said, his voice tight with worry.

"I will," she promised, a fierce determination burning in her eyes.

Crosshair grabbed Omega’s hand and they disappeared down an alley. Amina turned her full attention to the Inquisitors, who were now circling her like predators.

The lead Inquisitor, a tall, imposing figure with cold eyes, stepped forward. "You’ve grown stronger, Skywalker," he sneered. "But you’re still no match for us."

Amina squared her shoulders, gripping her lightsaber tightly. "We’ll see about that."

The lead Inquisitor smirked and motioned to his companions. "Take her down. But remember, we need her alive.”

The two other Inquisitors lunged forward, their red blades humming through the air. Amina parried the first strike, the force of the blow vibrating up her arm. She spun and blocked the second Inquisitor's attack, her movements fluid and precise despite the tension in her muscles.

"Always such a stubborn fighter," the lead Inquisitor taunted as he observed from a distance. "It's a shame you chose the wrong side."

Amina raised her hand and force pushed one of the Inquisitor’s into the alley wall, before spinning around and cutting off the other’s arm, kicking them down.

The main Inquisitor’s lightsaber spun in circles as he came towards her. With a simple side-step she avoided his attack before turning around and piercing his gut with her lightsaber.

He flew to the ground as she kicked him on his stomach, “the dark side makes you reckless. You had no strategy other than fighting aimlessly.”

She felt the other Inquisitors come behind her as she spun around and cut off their heads, the thumping sound reverberating through the alley.

The Inquisitor chuckled as Amina turned to face him, looking down at his crumpled form. “You are no Jedi.”

Amina frowned looking at the other two heads, that had rolled to away from their bodies, suddenly realized that she killed them. And the Inquisitor laying down in front of her might as well be dead along with his siblings.

Her lightsaber clicked off and dropped to the ground, her hand coming up to her mouth. She was no better than them.

What had she done?

She heard footsteps coming from behind her, but she didn’t act quick enough, as a stun bolt hit her back and she fell to the ground, hearing “long live the Empire,” come from the Inquisitor before her world went black.

um… sorry for the cliffhanger?? but we also only have one more chapter that covers the rest of season 3 before we get into life after the show so…

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