Oshecki Week 2024 Story Masterpost

The Road Less Traveled - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with another story from "The Life of the Wolf, the Wren, and their Cub." This one is about Uschi getting her own lightsaber. Here is the beginning and if you'd like to read more the link for the rest of the story will be at the end!

Sabine checked once more that Uschi’s jacket was zipped to the top and her scarf covered the skin of her neck left unprotected by the thick, fur-lined coat. Uschi tried to push her hand away, to no avail.

“I’ll be fine,” the girl assured.

Still, Sabine continued to fret over her. She picked up a woolen hat and forced it onto Uschi’s head, despite her protest.

“You have you comlink?”

“Yes.”

“And your emergency grappling line?”

“You know Ahsoka said it’s cheating.”

“Yeah, well, Ahsoka was raised by a religious cult who thought it was normal to send children alone on an ice-covered planet to gather a little crystal.”

“We didn’t go alone,” Ahsoka chimed in from the doorway to the T-6’s cockpit. “But unfortunately, Uschi doesn’t have any clan members to go with her.”

Sabine placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder.

“Be careful. And do not hesitate to call.”

Uschi nodded. She walked past Shin, who gave her an encouraging pad on the shoulder, then Huyang who was waiting for her by the door.

“Remember, young Uschi. You must trust your instinct. One crystal within the cave is awaiting you. Your task is only to retrieve it.”

Uschi gave him a serious nod, then stepped out of the ship, and into Ilum’s blizzard. Sabine watched her go with a sigh.

“She will be fine,” Ahsoka assured her. “You’ve prepared her well.”

“I’m allowed to worry, I’m the one who grew up on an ice planet.”

She sat down on the couch in the middle of the ship, and Shin went to sit beside her, wrapping one arm around her.

“You’re cute when you worry.”

“Don’t act like you aren’t worried too.”

Shin shrugged.

“I had to get my crystal in a sleeping volcano. I’d rather see her wondering about an ice cavern than a lava field.”

Sabine placed the comlink on the table in front of her, and leaned into Shin’s embrace. They had been training Uschi on Krownest for the past few weeks, specifically to make this journey to Ilum easier. They had done all they could. Now it was up to her.

When you get ready to write a short, nice, simple High School AU but after making a summery it turns out that the story is not gonna take an hour and a half to write but a day and a half...

Miserable Orpheus - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapter story, loosely inspired by "Portrait of a Lady on Fire." It's a Painter/Model AU set in 19th century France. Here is an extract but if you want to read the whole first chapter, the link will be at the end!

Shin was surprised to find a young woman, perhaps a few years older than her, sat at a squared table against the wall. A notepad and a box of charcoal stencils took up most of the table, her empty glass of wine pushed to the edge, so close that it threatened to fall off. She was sketching something. She focused on the page for a moment, then looked up. Her brown gaze met Shin’s through the window, and Shin realized that she had been sketching her. The artist avoided her eyes. Shin stared back for another second, then turned away to look at the water cascading in front of her.

Her fingers dug into the sleeve of her dress. She had run out of desperation, without a plan, but now that she was faced with the reality of what she had done, she knew she needed to come up with a plan. She would not survive long on her own, with no money and nothing but a name she could not use. Of course, there were ways for women to make money in this world, places for them to find refuge, but she would rather not think of it.

She was still pondering where to go, where she could stay in this huge city that she had so rarely visited in her life before, when she heard the door to the café open once more. She did not look to her side, at first, not until she notice that someone had come to stand beside her. She turned her head, and her eyes met the curious gaze of the artist. She was wearing man’s clothes, brown overalls over an off-white shirt. Her head was covered by an old flat cap. She had tugged the sleeve of her notepad under her arm. With the other, she pulled out a pipe from her pocket.

“I knew I should have taken a coat before going out,” she said, her tone amused, as if she were trying to make Shin laugh.

Shin rolled her eyes, not in the mood to talk. The artist tugged her pipe between her lips and pulled out a matchbook. She lit a match and brought it to the edge of the pipe, puffed a couple of times, then shook the match out, throwing it into a puddle. The aromatic smell of tobacco surrounded Shin. It smelled better than the one her father smoked.

“Yours is a story I’d love to know.”

“I’m not in the mood to talk,” Shin replied, her tone like vinegar.

“I don’t mean to be impolite, I promise. Just not every day you see a drenched bride standing around here.”

“Wasn’t drawing me without my permission enough for you already?”

The artist only shrugged. She tugged the pipe between her lips once more and reached for her notepad. Unclasping the leather cover, she opened to show some of the sketches she carried. After a second, Shin glanced. The young woman had sketched some of the patrons inside the bar, talking, laughing, reading, one of the waiters carrying a tray. She was the final sketch, the back of her as she stood there, the waves and dips of her dress as water dripped off it.

“I thought it was a challenging thing to draw,” the artist mumbled around her pipe. “Sketches are just training, it’s not to show anyone. If I offended you, my lady, I apologize.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64248484/chapters/164904373

Miracle Force Baby - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a new surprised one-shot inspired by the third episode of Acolyte. The demand was really big on Twitter and honestly the idea had me racing to my keyboard. Here is the begining and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end.

Sabine stumbled back into bed, wishing for death. Despite having puked whatever bile was in her stomach before even taking her breakfast, she still felt nauseous. She had been feeling terrible for a couple of weeks now, on and off, and while it had been easy to ignore at first, whatever sickness she had caught had been building ever since. She curled up under the blanket. She didn’t have a fever, but light cramps twisted her abdomen, and laying down in a fetal position helped.

She felt the bed dip beside her and turned around. Shin had been making breakfast for them. It was early. They were supposed to go on a mission. Shin brushed a strand of pink hair away from Sabine’s forehead.

“It’s back again?”

Sabine nodded.

“I can call the others, tell them we have to sit this one out.”

Sabine shook her head.

“You go. Help Ezra and Ahsoka. Maybe it’ll be like last time and it’ll have passed before we have to leave.”

Shin pursed her lips.

“Maybe you should take the day off this time? Actually go see a doctor?”

“It’s just a stomach bug, don’t worry about it.”

Shin looked skeptical, but after brushing Sabine’s short hair again, she returned to the kitchen. Sabine remained curled on her side, trying to figure out what had happened in the past few weeks which might be causing her sickness. She couldn’t think of anything. They had all been very busy putting out remnants of the Empire wherever they could find them. And anyway, wherever she went so had Shin. If it had anything to do with a planet they had visited, then Shin should have been sick too.

Sabine rubbed at her stomach where the muscles were cramping. She closed her eyes and focused on herself, feeling her body within the Force. Something had changed, she could feel it. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like the Force was at its strongest in her stomach, like there was a knot there. What kind of Force sensitive parasite had she caught?

She lost track of time, dozing off until she felt the bed dip once more. Cracking her eyes, she found Shin looking at her with concern. No one would believe it – and Shin didn’t want anyone to know – but she was caring to fault when she loved someone. If Sabine asked her to stay, she would cancel the mission and cuddle with her in bed until Sabine felt better without a word of protest.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little.”

Have some Aunt Nebula

Hollowness, or The Beginning and the End of the Ship of Dreams - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I was so busy this morning I almost forgot to post an extract from my new story! It’s a Ruby/Christina Titanic AU. The link to the full story will be at the end!

They called it the ship of dreams, and Christina certainly hoped it would be. She had packed carefully for this trip. She'd taken all of her favorite dresses, her favorite books, all of her most expensive jewels. This was a one-way trip, she knew. The family company needed her father back in Boston, and Christina had a feeling this hurried return home was prompted by something else, something she wouldn't like.

They drove silently to the harbor, another car containing their many trunks following closely behind. Christina kept her eyes on the streets outside. They'd left London for Southampton in the early hours of the morning. Despite the car's plushy seats, it had been a very uncomfortable trip. Her father sat opposite her, reading the newspaper the whole time. Christina was glad she hadn't had to stare at her father's severe expression, but rather to a picture of the Titanic, so long it took half of the front page.

The silver car slowed down when they reached the harbor. They were not the only ones boarding the ship with a car or two or five. A massive crowd had amassed on the wharf, either to see the passengers off or simply to see the boat for itself.

Samuel Braithwhite folded his newspaper and placed it with unnecessary violence on the seat beside him.

"Why have we stopped?" he asked loudly.

The driver took a second to reply.

"I'm sorry, sir, but a few people are embarking ahead of us."

The blond man checked his pocket watch, although he seemed to be glaring at the hands, daring them to move forward.

"If we miss our boat I will sue," he said as he pocketed the watch back.

Christina wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn't. It would do her no good if her father noticed it. Instead, she remained perfectly still, her back straight against the cushioned backrest. She had her back to the sea, and could only see the crowd through the window. They certainly seemed excited, she thought.

"You would think they would have better planned their ship's departure, especially a big eventful departure such as this one," her father continued to complain. "I suppose that's to be expected from a company like White Star."

Christina wanted to ask why her father had chosen to travel on this ship if he didn't like the company, but she held her tongue. Soon enough, the vehicle moved forward, until it stopped again. The driver spoke with someone outside, giving the name of his passengers, then cleared his throat and said:

"Sir, you must step out."

"If I must..."

Samuel opened the car door and walked out. Christina could hear him speaking with an employee from the company.

"Good morning, sir. If you wouldn't mind following mister Johnson, he will lead you aboard. All of your belongings will be brought along."

Christina decided this was as good a time as any to make an appearance. She suspected her father was capable of forgetting her in the car. Not capable, willing. She stepped out. She was wearing a light blue dress, with white lace sleeves. Her blond hair was pinned into an intricate bun. She'd forgone a hat. An expensive pearl and silver necklace was around her neck. She shut the carriage door behind her and turned around. The boat loomed over the whole wharf. Christina couldn't see the end of it. Black paint gave way to gold then white. The hull seemed punctured by hundreds of windows. She could barely see the funnels on top of it, though she could see the smoke rising from them, joining the clouds in the sky.

"This way, sir, miss," the young crew member said.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28086117/chapters/68812152

Optical Illusion - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I know I'm already posting a multichapter fic, but how about another one at the same time? This one is inspired by the show High Fidelity, in which Sabine and Shin are exes. It is 100% Wolfwren though, so don't worry ;) Here an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end.

Ezra looks around the gallery. Yeah, it’s empty. Like I hadn’t notice. But it doesn’t matter if the place has white walls and all the light you would want, rich people have no interest in the art I’m selling. It’s too rebellious for them.

“Can I do anything to help?”

I sigh.

“You can sit by the door and pretend to be a security guard.”

“Awesome! I can do that.”

He’ll be on his phone as soon as he finishes his coffee. It means I’m free to start mulling over my exes again.

There are good ideas, and then there are bad ideas, and then there are terrible ideas. And then, there are ideas that suck so bad they might as well be black holes. Dating Leia was one of those ideas. Because we all knew, myself included, that she had this thing going on with Han, but they kept breaking up and getting back together, and I thought there wouldn’t be anything wrong if I inserted myself in the middle. I was wrong. Black hole idea.

Rey was too good for me, let’s face it. There’s a moment where, no matter how angry or bitter you are about your ex, you have to recognize the truth. I’m not delusional, just sour. Rey was too good for me. There, I admitted it. But Shin…

I can forget the others. Not forgive them, but forget them, sure. Or, at least I could when I was with Shin. We were together for three years, before she dumped me. A year later, and it still stings like a slap. She just up and left, threw three years of our life together down the drain because her father convinced her to. Her father convinced her to leave me and she did, and I didn’t even try to stop her. Rey may have been too good for me but I was too good for Shin. I realize that now. That’s why I’m planning my two hundredth painting on the theme of betrayal. Because I’m over it.

Where on Earth have I been?

(Not that I think anyone really cares, but I’ve been seeing a lot of new subscribers lately and I felt bad for not having posted anything in a while)

I have been extremely busy. First with college, and work on my thesis that was much longer than it should have been (me, writing too much? Shocker, I know) but the teachers agreed it was necessary so everything turned out pretty great. And then I just spent the past two months finally, finally writing a novel! All 105.134 words of it! It may lead to nothing, it may not even see the bottom of an agent’s trashcan or whatever but I’m still pretty proud.

That being said, I cannot confirm when I’ll be back with new fanfictions. I can’t even confirm which ships I’ll be writing about. Only that I need a little break and that I’ll be back to school mid-September which might give me plenty of opportunity to pass the time writing fanfictions!

Have a nice weekend everyone and hopefully see you soon with a new story!

Life Day on Peridea - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a short Christmas fic. It's pre-relationship but I hope it will still keep you entertained until I post my bigger Wolfwren Christmas fic on Christmas day! Here is the beginning and the link to the full story will be at the end!

Days didn’t quite track from one galaxy to the next. Although Huyang’s internal clock would tell them of some special day which had come to pass, no one had the mind to celebrate. Life Day had come and gone with barely a mention, and no song was sung and no gifts were exchanged.

The Noti had their own version of Life Day. Sabine watched them decorate their homes with leaf garlands and pieces of moss. They picked out flat rocks and shells and, come the day of, gifted them to their family and friends. A handful of them gave Sabine gifts and, as she was feeling bad that she had nothing to give in return, she gifted the rocks and the small white seashells back.

That evening, the Noti played music and gathered around a central fire pit, where they cooked and the elder told stories to entertain the young. Sabine, Ahsoka, and Huyang watched from the edge, near their own little campfire. The T-6 had been left higher on the plain behind them, looming over the Noti camp. They watched the Noti tradition with interest, until Sabine spoke:

“I can’t believe Life Day exists even in another galaxy.”

“I’m certain they wouldn’t call it that,” Huyang replied.

“You know what I mean. The singing, the exchange of gifts, all we’re missing is a tree and the candles. And the snow.”

The droid interjected:

“The original Wookie tradition does not require snow in the slightest. Kashyyyk is a temperate planet covered at 87% of jungles. They only experience snow on the poles where the Wookiees do not live.”

Sabine rolled her eyes.

“I grew up on Krownest, remember? What does your encyclopedia tell you about Krownest?”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52416232

Should I give it a try 🤔 it's not like season 2 of Ahsoka is coming out this year anyway 🤷

hello fan creators!

Year of the OTP is officially back for 2025 with a new set of prompts!

we've switched some of the prompt categories around in an effort to make the event more inclusive of all kinds of fanworks. we've also included song prompts this year! the playlist is on spotify here.

we want to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in the last event - it grew so much larger than we ever expected and it's truly amazing how you all took our last set of prompts and made so many wonderful things. keep it up!

a couple housekeeping notes: we will not be reblogging every entry this year. mods will keep an eye on the blog if you have any questions, but the reblogs were too much last time. thank you for your understanding!

we will be closing the 2023 collection on December 31. thank you for your continued participation, but it's time to look forward!

the link for the new collection will be posted here January 1.

we're looking forward to seeing what you create this year!

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Year of the OTP 2025

The Rules: the Ao3 collection accepts any /-ship works inspired by a prompt from this sheet The Challenge: make 12 works for one ship in one year, using prompts from each month

*you do not need to do the challenge to post to the AO3 collection, as long as you follow the rules*

January first kiss ♦ “may I have this dance” ♦ sharing clothes ♦ BDSM AU ♦ stockholm syndrome ♦ Strong – One Direction

February Valentine’s Day ♦ “it made me think of you” ♦ bed sharing ♦ multiple penetration ♦ mind control/mind break ♦ Like Real People Do – Hozier

March fresh starts ♦ “what are you doing with that”♦ florist/tattoo artist ♦ phone sex ♦ major character death ♦ Take Care – Drake

April pranks ♦ “right in front of my salad” ♦ running away together ♦ dom bottom/sub top ♦ raised to be a killer ♦ Drops of Jupiter – Train

May hanahaki ♦ “we’re dating? since when?” ♦ body swap ♦ magical sex toys ♦ stalking ♦ Paper Rings – Taylor Swift

June pride ♦ “I can’t get you out of my mind” ♦ relationship reveal ♦ unconventional sex positions ♦ paying a debt with your body ♦ Good Looking – Dixon Dallas

July vacation together ♦ “I like my _ how I like my coffee” ♦ kidfic ♦ mutual masturbation ♦ dehumanization ♦ You May Be Right – Billy Joel

August Sports AU ♦ “you’re thinking too much”♦ cooking together ♦ object insertion/ penetration ♦ becoming a monster ♦ You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

September high school/college sweethearts ♦ “come here” ♦ date night gone wrong ♦ semi-public sex ♦ abduction ♦ Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean

October costumes ♦ “boo” ♦ online dating ♦ shibari ♦ mutual non-con ♦ Mr. Brightside – The Killers

November camping ♦ “are you sure” ♦ touch-starved ♦ cockwarming ♦ abusive relationship ♦ A Thousand Years – Christina Perri

December holiday traditions ♦ “where are you taking me” ♦ bathing together ♦ food play ♦ tortured for information ♦ Everything Is Alright – Laura Shigihara