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Qimir's spoon clinked against his bowl. "There is any easy fix to that."

"How?"

His dark eyes watched her, and now it was his turn to shrug. "Ask me."

"Ask you what?" Osha asked, spinning his words like he often did hers.

"Ask me how I'm feeling."

CASUAL ♫

Word Count: 11k | Rating: M | Chapters: 1/1

A Qimir POV one shot for B-SIDES, taking place after the Acolyte release party.

"Do you mean us having sex?" he asks. "You can say sex, Osha."

He says it twice just because he thinks it will make her blush, but it's too dark in the car to tell. She always got a pretty flush up her neck and in her cheeks when the conversation drifted that way during writing sessions. Not that he forced it that way…

Okay, maybe he did sometimes, but music does often go the way of a love song. You'd be harder pressed to find a song that isn't about love lost or found or made than one that is.

Eventually, the better they knew each other, she wouldn't even blink when he tried that. Writing an album is apparently a lot like speedrunning a thirty-year marriage.

She sighs, rolling her eyes at him. Case in point. "I meant everything with the band. The album. Are you surprised it's worked out so well?"

B-SIDES ♫

Word Count: 70k | Rated: M | Chapters: 8/8

After a failed career in music, Osha gives up singing. Then she meets Qimir.

He looks around the live room, sees the mic set up for him, and frowns.

She doesn't know what's wrong. It looks exactly like hers, and she was here when they ran through soundcheck. It works.

“Let's do one,” he says, holding up a finger so Bazil gets what he means. Bazil nods and adjusts a switch on his board.

Qimir joins Osha at the mic she's chosen.

“The other mic doesn't work right,” he explains.

He's crowding her space. It's warm in the live room with so many bodies, and her mouth is dry again. She doesn't think water would help.

“What's wrong with it?” she asks.

He smirks, pulling his headphones over his ears. “Too far from you.”

100k | Rated: T | 8/8 chapters

Qimir had wanted a pupil. At first, Osha refused, thinking he was ridiculous for asking. She remembered the rare chill in the air that day, the salt from the waves, the vision in the helmet she failed to understand.

After she killed Master Sol, he was her place to turn with nowhere to go, handing back her lightsaber and covering her thumb with his own. Mae had asked what she wanted, and she wanted to train.

“Does that make me your Acolyte?”

He was looking at his lightsaber, but at her question, his eyes found her. They were at their darkest now, under the lantern light. When he spoke, his voice was low, and she felt it the same.

"It does." There was something new in his gaze that made her body run warm. “Do you want to be mine, Osha?”

A Beginner's Guide to Skura

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3k

"It could have diseases." He furrows his brows and takes a step back like it's contagious.

She rolls her eyes—"So could you"—and continues the walk to the cave, whispering sweet nothings to the cute little baby. The skura snuggles against the warm fabric of her tunic and chitters.

"Osha. Osha!" Qimir follows after. His footsteps are louder now. "That's a wild creature. It is not coming home with us."

She deadpans. "We live in a cave."

"I'm not going," she said.

"Going where?" His brows furrowed. "I was joking about curfew. Kat isn't home, and I wouldn't tell. I don't even know what time it is," he added with the smallest of smiles, glancing at the microwave clock.

"I'm not going to college," Alice clarified.

Jacob's smile faded. "I thought you leave in two days."

"Well, not anymore. Because I'm not going!"

B-SIDES | chapter 7/8 🎵

After a failed career in music, Osha gives up singing. Then she meets Qimir. (The Acolyte band AU.)

“Then what? You're the one who's been avoiding me,” Qimir says, gesturing at himself.

Osha glares, no longer leaning against the doorframe. “Because that's what happens when people break up. Most people just don't have to get onstage after. What's so hard to understand about that?”

“Oh, so you did think we were dating.” He nearly laughs, hands braced on the counter. “Good to know.”

“What else would we have been doing?”

They spent every minute together and slept in the same bed each night they had one, and they loved each other, but no, they weren't dating?

"They know me. This disguise isn't enough."

The market was crowded, voices rising to debate prices and make exchanges—some in languages she didn't know. But the Jedi were too close for comfort. Five total if the Force told her correctly.

Osha could cover her head and shoulders, yet she couldn't change the face she shared with her twin.

"You don't need to be invisible," Qimir said. "Walk like you're no one, and you become no one. Cookie?" He held one out to her, his fingertips stained blue. His hair was messy, his cloak too large—his choice of disguise.

"No." She frowned as he popped the remaining half into his mouth. "Why are you eating? I'm more concerned with making it out of this market alive."