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littleladymab · 6 months

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"Hey Mab why did you ask for a supercut of all the times Shin stared at Sabine with intense lesbianism and you just said 'for reasons'?"

This is the reason.

For @sabineweek, the alternate prompt for the 17th: Shin+Sabine. If the fight at the end of episode 7 went a bit differently.

available on AO3 here!

Also shoutouts to the bestie @laprismaluna who sent me several Shin edits on tiktok so I could speedrun the entirety of Shin's character arc

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Shin’s knees hit the ground hard, and her saber hilt scatters from her grip as she doubles over. For an instant, all she can hear is the roar of blood in her ears and the harsh grating of her breath in her lungs before it fades — replaced by the whispered promise of the two white blades framing her neck.

Warning her from trying anything.

She hears Sabine’s voice, a vibrant bolt of blaster fire piercing the static, and Shin lifts her chin enough that she can see the other woman from beneath Ahsoka’s elbow.

Sabine’s eyes are trained on her, still gripping the hilt of Bridger’s lightsaber in one hand and her blaster in the other. Shin’s mouth splits into a grin that is all teeth. A warning of her own. Do it, she wants to say. I dare you.

“Ahsoka,” Sabine says, and there’s the frayed edge of patience to the name. “Please.”

The sabers retract and the look that the Togruta levels at Shin isn’t the studied calmness she expects a Jedi would sport. There’s a riot of emotions in the Force coming from all three of them that wash across their faces as easily as breathing. Anger, frustration, regret, exhaustion.

Worst of all: there’s understanding.

Not pity, which she would have spit back in their faces. She doesn’t need a Jedi’s pity.

But the sound of the dropship’s engines drowns out any lingering chatter from the night trooper’s comms. They are taking off, and they are abandoning her, just like her master abandoned her, and Ahsoka looks at her with the understanding of someone left behind.

Shin lunges.

Not for her lightsaber; Bridger snatched that up and she doesn’t have the strength to rip it from his hands. Instead, she aims to tackle Ahsoka to the ground. Years of growing up scrapping in the streets before Baylan found her have honed her survival instincts to a weapon. The rage burns and burns in her until the kernel of her heart catches fire and she won’t stop clawing her way to freedom and power and—

It’s not Ahsoka who catches her. It’s Sabine.

The Mandalorian darts forward with more dexterity than possible, but Bridger’s smirk gives away his involvement. She catches Shin’s wrist to yank her arm off-course and twists to accommodate their momentum.

In a tangle of legs and a grunt of surprise, Shin finds herself on her back, Sabine pinning her down, staring up at the cloudy sky as the dropship disappears from view. That kernel of her heart burns and her eyes burn and the scream in the back of her throat burns and she swallows it all down.

She thrashes, still that girl on the streets, still struggling for survival and validation. She tastes blood in her mouth, feels the sharp burst of pain from her bitten tongue. Things that scream alive as a threat not a reminder.

But Sabine is stronger than she looks, and Shin can’t feel the tether of the Force through her rage, so they remain on the ground.

“Just—” Sabine’s hair is a spark of color in the otherwise dull, washed out landscape of Peridea. “Let us help you.”

“Help me?” Shin rasps, uncertain if she wants to laugh or snarl at the offer. “Why would you help me?”

I want to kill you, Shin almost says and grins at the flutter of anticipation in her stomach the thought gives her. I will be the one to kill you.

“I don’t know if you know this about Jedi—” Sabine starts, but Shin doesn’t want to hear how the rest of that sentence ends.

She knees Sabine in the gut and the other woman doubles over as the air is knocked out of her.

Shin swings, wild and uncontrolled and can feel the catch of flint striking steel as the Force returns to her grasp. She curls her fingers around it, forming a fist, and this time she lunges at Sabine.

Sabine rolls aside to dodge the first blow and blocks the second with her vambrace. Her fingers twitch, reaching for one of the triggers at her wrist, but Shin doesn’t give her the chance.

She sees the hand move out of the corner of her eye and catches Sabine's forearm, wishing she could dig her nails into the soft skin beneath the metal armor. Beskar deflects a lightsaber’s blade and blaster bolts, but it won’t be enough to keep out Shin’s anger. She will squeeze and rend until there is nothing protecting the pulse and tendons.

Until Sabine surprises her by hauling off and punching her hard in the jaw.

Shin’s head snaps to the side with the force of the blow and it shocks her back into stillness. The howling anger in her head goes quiet, cowed into submission. Gingerly, she lifts a hand to touch the split lip and the silver of her gauntlet comes away bright red with her blood.

“I thought the Jedi didn’t resort to such base tactics,” she comments dryly and spits a mouthful of blood into the dirt beside her.

“Ezra taught me that—” Sabine starts, but Bridger immediately bleats in protest.

“I did not teach you to punch people!” he says, sounding wounded by the insult to his character. He sounds like just a boy, whining like a child who didn’t get what he wanted. And this is supposed to be the powerful Jedi that everyone wants destroyed? This is supposed to be her ticket to power?

Sabine sits back on her haunches, far enough away that Shin can’t easily strike at her, but not too far that she wouldn’t be able to react quickly if Shin tries to make a run for it. She rolls her eyes, but there’s a fondness there that makes a tiny, hungry part of Shin ache. “He taught me about how Jedi always see the best in people,” she explains, and the wry smile on her lips is for the man behind her — but Shin is the only one who can see it. “That everyone deserves a hand offered of peace.”

There’s a beat, when Sabine’s dark eyes study Shin, looking for something beneath the wary hunch of her shoulders.

And just when Shin thinks there is no possible way she could have found whatever it is, Sabine holds out a hand towards her.

“Let us help you,” Sabine says, her voice low and gentle. A kindness offered, and it is so foreign and terrifying that Shin almost smacks the hand away and rejects it outright.

“Why?” Shin repeats, because she still doesn’t understand. “What reason do you have to believe that I won’t kill you the moment your guard is lowered? That I won’t kill Ezra Bridger, who you fought so hard to protect?”

Sabine glances over her shoulder at Bridger. Ahsoka has moved to stand back with him, and they talk in low voices that don’t make it across the distance to them. He’s toying with Shin’s lightsaber, studying the hilt and design, and she seethes at how casual he is with her weapon. Her life.

As if he can sense her attention, Bridger looks up. His lips purse behind his beard, and he seems to debate something for a moment.

He sets her lightsaber down on the rock beside him, and his hands retreat into the sleeves of his coat as he returns to his conversation with Ahsoka.

When Shin turns back, Sabine is watching her. Her hair tousled from their fight and a smudge of a darkening bruise high up on one cheek. Her hand is still stretched out, palm up, inviting.

After another long pause, Sabine sighs and she presses both hands to her knees so she can push herself upright. The door not quite slamming shut; a crack left open to the sliver of light beyond. “You don’t have to decide now. But you will still have to be our prisoner until you do decide.”

“You mean until I decide to let you help me?” There’s something vulnerable in the question that Shin doesn’t like — the idea that she has to let these people help her, to see the weakest parts of her and still be there to support her.

“Of course.”

Shin gives her a once over. Bridger left her lightsaber aside, a clear invitation that she could take it and he wouldn’t stop her.

It would be so easy, she thinks, to call it to her hand and feel that power thrum through her in the light of her orange blade. The howl of her anger and her kyber crystal in concert as they always are.

She thinks of Baylan who stood and let her walk away. Your ambition, he said, like it wasn’t something he instilled in her. Your ambition, like it wasn’t something she thought they shared. Your ambition, like it was something he regretted. The fuel that kept her going.

She thinks of the dropships who took the troopers and left her behind, even after they had come when called to destroy Sabine Wren and Ezra Bridger. The power she felt as she saw the plan come together crumbling just as quickly as they ignored her orders. They were never there for her.

“We’re not Jedi,” Sabine says into the silence. “It’s not one or the other. You can be something more.” She turns her back on Shin to join Ahsoka and Bridger, and that sends the anger racing through her veins.

Shin surges to her feet and all three immediately react. Bridger levels the stolen trooper blaster at her, sighting down it like a trained soldier. Ahsoka grips the hilts of her lightsabers, but doesn’t ignite them.

Sabine simply goes still, hands out to either side of her and fingers splayed.

It would be so easy to kill her.

“Stop,” Shin says, though she doesn’t know who she is saying it to. “I’ll go. I’ll— I’ll think about it. But I’ll go with you.” The words tie up her tongue and are hard to get out, but somehow she manages it.

Bridger heaves a sigh, more resigned than relieved, and Ahsoka frowns. But Sabine’s shoulders relax, and she tilts her head just enough to give Shin a small, tired smile. Smug, as if she’d known that would be the answer all along.

A secret, just between them.

#star wars #rebels #ahsoka #wolfwren #a lil miss fic #lil miss writings #sabine week 2023 #i will confess i have only watched about 15 minutes of episode 7 and that was jumping around to skip parts no i have not watched this show #I figure if the show writers didn't have to watch rebels before they wrote it i wouldn't have to watch ahsoka before writing for it #so saying forgive any glaring inaccuracies on how they might actually refer to each other the ads on d+ did not make me want to double chec

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kalevalakryze · 5 months

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Feel Like A Monster

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka (TV) Pairings: Shin Hati / Sabine Wren, Shin Hati & Baylan Skoll, Baylan Skoll & Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren & Ahsoka Tano & Shin Hati Characters: Sabine Wren, Shin Hati, Baylan Skoll, Ahsoka Tano Warnings: Blood and Injury, The Dark Side Of The Force, Almost Corruption, Notes: For Whumptober Day 17+ For @sabineweek Day 3 Prompt: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”Touch Aversion + Follow You Into The Dark Word Count: 1,787 AO3 Link: Here!

Shin was lifeless against the dirt, blood pooling into the earth, ichor spilling from veins that needed it more. Under her fingertips, Sabine could feel the weak thump… thump… thump of their heart, fading quickly; she needed help, but Sabine could not offer it, not when she raised her eyes and to meet Baylan Skoll’s, not when he stood there in some righteous glory, yet dared to be upset. “You…” Sabine snarled as her vision tunneled, her focus solely on the man who’d killed her master, who’d torn open her wounds, and had betrayed not only her, but his own Padawan, in the worst ways possible.

Shin won’t make it. You need to avenge her. You know how to do it, you can feel it; Picture your fingers wrapping around his throat, reach out-

“Sabine!” Ahsoka’s voice pulled her back, to the sounds of a man choking on nothing but the force, to the feeling of power at her fingertips. They stood apart with a chasm between them, yet she could feel his throat under her fingers, the way he fought for air, the way he clawed at his own skin as if it would stop her.

Ahsoka’s hand clamped down on Sabine’s shoulder like fire, burning through beskar and clothes like a lightsaber. “Don’t fucking touch me!” She shouted at the Togruta. “I am sick and tired of people taking everything from me, just because they can! I’m sick of having to lay back and let it happen!” When she turned towards her Master, a sickly yellow had overtaken warm gold, red-rimmed eyes with dark veins marring her skin like inky poison. “I won’t let anyone take anything from me again… never again.”

There was power at her fingertips, just like she was being promised, just like she’d been warned about, she’d seen Ezra struggle with it; why did he struggle, when he could have saved them all with this feeling.

Shin was growing colder as Sabine rose to her feet, the southern winds catching the torn edges of her poncho, billowing fabric around her legs as she stepped over the soon-to-be corpse, retrieving the saber from her belt as she dropped Baylan to the ground. “You hear me, demagolka? Never!” The dark sider barely had enough time to ignite and raise his own saber to meet hers.

Ahsoka didn’t have the luxury of time, not as Shin’s fingers dug uselessly in the soil, chasing their livelihood as it fed the graveyard. She spared one glance as her apprentice stalked off towards Baylan Skoll, leaving it up to Sabine to save herself was a hard choice, but out of the two of them, Shin needed her help most.

Hovering hands stitched flesh, bone, tissue, and her very lifeform back together, just one more, one more layer of skin, one after another. She couldn’t spare any attention to the sounds behind her.

“Everything I’ve ever done has been for my people!” The ozone burned hot around her green saber, the kyber rattled in its cage, reacting violently to the hate. “For my family! For Mandalore! For the Rebellion!” She ducked under a strong swing, shoving the heel of her boot into his knee as she moved to avoid his second swing, letting it hit harmlessly off her pauldron. “And every time! Every! Single! Time!” Each hit of her blade against his own followed every word. “A Monster comes out to ruin it!”

“You’re hurting bad inside, Wren, but you can control it,” Baylan attempted to calm her, as if she was his apprentice; but no, Sabine saw first hand what happened to an apprentice of Baylan Skoll, knew from Huyang’s records what happened to th e first, and what he’d just done to the second. “If anyone-”

“Shut Up!” The Force pushed back against him, sending him several feet back, scrambling in the dirt stained with Shin’s blood; Like a predator, Sabine started to pace around him, fabric moving now in an unseen wind as she moved saber disappearing into her hilt as she flexed her white-knuckled grip around the weapon. Shin was still unmoving under the Togruta’s hands, but he could feel her dying, knew she was not long for this world, knew the volatile Mandalorian could feel it to.

“Nothing can change this path, Sabine, you know as well as anyone-”

He wasn’t expecting a boot to collide with the side of his head, or for the ground to careen quickly towards him as his body twisted. The recovery was quick, but he was left unsupported and aimless at the sight that met his swimming vision.

Each piece of the saber had come apart in steady hands, the green bled from her crystal like the poison in her veins. “Truly, a member of Skywalker’s lineage,” He remarked, dryly now as he forced himself up on old knees, allowing the Force to aid in alleviating the many aches that came with his life. “You are more like your Master than you know, Sabine.” His eyes flickered over to Ahsoka and Shin; their heart beat once more, stronger than before; if this failed, then his mission…

“Except, only your Master is there, and you are here.”

“And you did this to her. Shin trusted you, and you don’t even care!” When the blade ignited next, it was as red as her grand master’s. Red like the blood that had been spilled on the crooked metal of the ceremonial dagger he’d sliced through his Apprentice’s stomach, red like the rim around the Mandalorian’s unnatural eyes.

“And you will pay,” Scarlet light rotated around her wrist, blade arcing first behind her in a semi-circle, gaining momentum as she advanced upon the Wolf.

Sweat beaded at his brows as he countered her onslaught, but his attention was split, truly a fatal mistake when facing off against a royally pissed-off Mandalorian, and the return of life to his apprentice’s body under the tiring hands of Ahsoka Tano. If this failed, then he would have failed the Mother’s mission, would have failed in his destiny and the path he had devoted himself to, once the Order had forsaken him. “Your attachment is blinding you to what is at stake, Sabine,” He tried to rationalize as her foot caught the meat of his leg, numbing him from stepping out of the way of her next swing.

It was only with the force that he was able to stop the blade from ending his life, her face was contorted in exertion and rage as she pressed back against him, both hands wrapped around her hilt, metal almost warping in her hands, spittle flying from her lips as her teeth gritted together in her blind rage. “I see clearer now than I ever have, dis’ne.”

Sabine broke his hold on her, catching the swing of his saber heavily on her backplate as she crouched, moving into a roll to pass the return swing to wind up behind him.

Her blade was at his throat, his chin had raised in acceptance of his fate, however, a quick, rasping shout. “Stop.” Shin was on one knee, now, head bowed and arm clasped tightly around Ahsoka’s, allowing the Not-Jedi to help her up, both Shin and Ahsoka’s hands pressed firmly into the wound, using ripped cloth to halt the bleeding where Ahsoka was not able to maintain the force’s assistance.

Sabine stared at her Master and not-quite enemy, teeth bared, ready to go in for the kill, could see the pain that Ahsoka hid on her face, along with the force exhaustion weighing her down. “Don’t,” They called, using Ahsoka as support to rise on shaking legs. “He isn’t worth it,”

Shin stumbled when they rose, almost eating a face full of dirt. Both Sabine, Baylan, and Ahsoka watched as the half-dead wolf stalked forward, blood staining the neutral greys of their tunic, partially healed skin poking past the jagged edges of the fabric. There was anger in their eyes when they looked at Baylan, yes… But there was also an overwhelming sense of pity, and when they looked at Sabine, there was shame.

“Let him live with it,” Ahsoka had to catch them on their next step, their teeth grit sharply; Sabine could feel the phantom itch of the main in her own abdomen, felt it connect like lightning to the mark of Shin’s saber against her stomach. “Make him live with it, he doesn’t deserve your light,”

Sabine paused, then, staring at the blade of tortured crystal, and the pale skin of the man it sat so close to. She was angry… Baylan had hunted them, and then he’d nearly killed Shin, and he deserved…

Yellowed eyes looked away from the warped metal in her hands. Ahsoka’s face was one of recognition and pain, even if she was trying to mask it. “I’m not going anywhere, Sabine,” She called, even as she helped lower Shin down to the ground, the blonde too weak to rise again. “I’m right here,” The touch in their bond was tentative, like Ahsoka was scared to interact with the darkness that consumed Sabine in the moment.

There was darkness, so much darkness, yes… But there was light, too. The clouds overhead broke, allowing rays of warm sunlight to filter into the barren world below, and Sabine took a breath, deep and unobstructed. There was darkness, and there was light in the way Ahsoka and Shin stood by her, waiting, either in trepidation for what she may choose, or in patience, knowing she would make the right choice.

The blade deactivated slowly and Baylan’s shoulders sagged. “That… is a mistake,” He had the audacity to whisper, but not before Sabine was shoving him forward, away from her and into the dirt.

“We’ll see,” She rasped as she tossed the saber to the ground, not wanting to feel the anger and hate she’d fed into it resonating back into her, not wanting to face the kyber that had chosen Ezra and had placed its trust in her… “If there’s one thing I learned in the Rebellion, it’s that people like you always think you have the high ground, or some higher moral standing that makes you actions just… you think yourself blind to the consequences, but you won’t be… never again,” Her boots crunched in the dirt as she approached Shin, keeping the grey apprentice between her Master and herself as she knelt to take the blonde’s weight against her shoulders, allowing Ahsoka to opportunity to detain the man who had brought them all here.

“You’re going to live with it, and I hope you feel like a demagolka every day you have the misfortune of waking up and seeing what you’ve done,”

#whumptober2023 #no.17 #touch aversion #follow you into the dark #star wars #ahsoka #fanfiction #blood tw #injury tw #the dark side #sabine week 2023 #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren #baylan skoll #ahsoka tano #ahsoka series

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sabineweek · 8 months

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Introducing...Sabine Week!

Hello! With the premiere of the Ahsoka show I thought I should finally bite the bullet and get around to making something I've been considering since I first got into Rebels in 2020 and make Sabine her very own event! If you are interested, please fill out the form above so I can get a feel for how many of us there are and how I should run the event! EVERYONE is welcome so don't be shy, the form will close on September 2nd!

@swfandomevents

#sabine wren #ahsoka tano #sw #star wars rebels #sabezra #ketbine #wolfwren #just to get the popular tags #sabine week 2023 #sbw 2023 #admin posts

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rootsofthesycamore · 7 months

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All The Dogs Would Lick Your Fingers - RootsoftheSycamore - Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

While stuck in a different galaxy just sitting and waiting, Sabine runs into Shin again.

Day 3 (ALT)- Sabine and Shin

#sw ahsoka #sabine wren #shin hati #wolfwren #sabine week 2023 #Syc's Fics #going insane over them

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fandom · 7 months

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Ships

Week Ending October 2nd, 2023

Ineffable Husbands Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Petrigrof +3 Simon Petrikov & Betty Grof, Adventure Time

Bubbline -1 Princess Bubblegum & Marceline, Adventure Time

Destiel +5 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Gumlee -2 Prince Gumball & Marshall Lee, Adventure Time

Prohibitedwish Scarab & Prismo, Adventure Time

Zosan +4 Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Satosugu -4 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Steddie -2 Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Hannigram +2 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Firstprince Alex Claremont-Diaz & Prince Henry of Wales, Red, White & Royal Blue

Soukoku -7 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Wriolette Wriothesley & Neuvillette, Genshin Impact

Byler Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Blackbonnet Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Ghostsoap Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Wolfwren Shin Hati & Sabine Wren, Ahsoka

Astarion x Tav -4 Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Shuggy Shanks & Buggy, One Piece

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last week.

#ships #10/02/2023 #wriolette #genshin impact

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bailey41 · 6 months

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Wolfwren Week 2023: Day 3 & 4

Two Lungs, Howl and maybe a little role reversal. Some domestic images cuz Shin likes leaving the light on. (Messing with the dimmer on that lamp to get the second pic right was a bitch tho).

NLB partway through growing back her hair, that overgrown bob with bangs, and brunette Ivanna with the almost Sabine 😍

Collages involving images taken by David Mandelberg, Gilad Sasporta & Bustle magazine.

#wolfwrenweek #wolfwren #sabine wren #shin hati #natasha liu bordizzo #ivanna sakhno #wolfrenweek2023

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wolfwrenweek · 6 months

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All Submissions: [day one] [day two] [day three] [day four] [day five] Contributor Spreadsheet With Socials: [here] Moderators: @sapphicsparkles @coldcutfruit @armoralor What Next?: check out @sapphicstarwars! a new blog that tracks all Star Wars events + communities that center sapphics & women aligned identities (trans & nonbinary inclusive, T*RFs fuck off).

WolfWren Week 2023 has officially come to a close! Don't fret if you're still working on a submission, the mods will be keeping an eye out for anything tagged #wolfwrenweek & #wolfwrenweek2023 for another month! Thank you all again for all of the love and support, we look forward to hopefully hosting this again in 2023 ❤️

#shin hati #sabine wren #wolfwren #wolfwrenweek #wolfwrenweek2023 #sapphic star wars #star wars wlw #shinbine #sabine x shin #sabine wren x shin hati #shin hati x sabine wren #admin post

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tamoline · 6 months

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A Moment Between

Star Wars: Ahsoka (TV)

Shin Hati/Sabine Wren

Her thoughts are disturbed by the sound of footsteps. Not heavy enough to Baylan’s, not metallic enough to be a droid’s — is Morgan coming to gloat about who’s the prisoner now?

The footsteps approach the corner and… it’s Shin.

Great — the second stringer with a temper. Sabine’s throat aches a little just looking at her.

She waits, but there’s just silence. Silence and Shin looking at her with those large eyes of hers, detached, like she’s trying to divine something in Sabine’s face like she would in the buzzing of flies.

Finally Sabine can’t take it any longer. “Visiting hours at the zoo are over.” AO3

For WolfWren Week 2023, Day 4

#wolfwren #wolfwrenweek #wolfwrenweek2023 #shin x sabine #shin hati #sabine wren #fanfic

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asianscaper · 6 months

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WolfWren Week 2023 was epic and the fandom was thoroughly fed with marvelous content. Check out all the art, fic, and everything in between when you can! I'm pacing this particular fic for a weekly post, so even if the Wolfwren week is up, here's Chapter 3 (of day 3) for @wolfwrenweek

Shin shook her head, her throat dry. “You should have left me to die.”

Sabine chortled, “Why in the two galaxies would we do that?”

“If I cannot make it on my own, then I am not worth saving.”

Chapter Summary: Sabine reluctantly deals with Shin’s presence in their camp.

Day 3 Prompts: Beginning, Healing, Hurt (without the comfort)

AO3

#wolfwrenweek #wolfwrenweek2023 #wolfwren #sabine x shin #shin x sabine #sabine wren #shin hati #ahsoka tano #star wars ahsoka #star wars #femslash #fanfiction #ao3 #slow burn #developing relationship #shinbine #some plot

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sapphicstarwars · 6 months

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