Chapters: 1/7 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren
When Sabine Wren and Shin Hati cross paths in a bar in Coruscant in ABY 6, they indulge in a night of pleasure with no strings attached, like the good Jedi padawans they are.
Part of the Femslash Feb 24 Challenge and the Star Wars: All Types of Love Challenge (Ludus).
i get why they say “flirting with the dark side” now
A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my new long multichapter fic! This one is a modern au where Shin and Sabine meet at a resort in the Alps. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing the link will be at the end!
The snow crunched under Shin’s snowboard as she paused in her descent. She felt a pinprick ache in her left knee. That wouldn’t do. Looking down at the slope, it swooped at a steep angle before easing to a cool forty-five degree angle some fifty meters below. Not by far the most complicated slope she had descended. It was the stabbing inside her knee that worried her.
“Why did you stop?” she heard Baylan’s voice ask in her helmet.
She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was observing her from the bottom of the ski slope. She rolled her eyes.
“I’m not allowed to take my time?”
“If you’re in pain, we…”
She cut him off.
“I’m fine”
As if to prove him that nothing was wrong, she put pressure on her left foot and sent her board sliding against the snow once more. She zigzagged down the slope at a casual pace. After a few twists and turns, it was easy to ignore the pain in her knee, even as it seemed to spread to her hip. She convinced herself that she was imagining it.
She avoided a few skiers then followed the bend of the slope around the mountain side. Fir and pine trees obscured the view on either side. Whatever little snow had fallen on them during the night was already melting as the sun shone high into the bright blue sky. Shin took a deep breath. She loved the smell of evergreens and snow. It was always the same, no matter where she was snowboarding, and it always reminded her of home.
The slope snaked out of the trees and on the edge of the mountain side. From there, Shin could see the resort nestled at the foot of the mountain. She could see the slopestyle training field, and the tiny snowboarders rushing down and hopping off the ramps. As much as she wanted more than anything to go train down there, Baylan wanted to take it slow. It wasn’t like she had a competition in a month or something.
The slope cut through the woods once more and Shin lost sight of the resort. The angle changed again and she gained speed. She deftly zigzagged between skiers and other snowboarders. After taking a steep turn, she reached the bottom of the slope, a few feet away from the chair lift leading back to the resort. She leaned back to slow her arrival. As soon as her board stopped, she leaned to unclip the strap on her feet. Baylan jogged up to her, a pair of binoculars around his neck and his phone in his hand.
“So, how did it go?” he asked.
Shin shrugged.
“It was fine. I don’t see why you worried.”
Pain burned out of her knee, but that was beside the point.
A/N: Hello everyone! Who's ready for a new episode in my "Ahsoka season 2 and Beyond" series? This one is about Sabine and Shin finding a little orphaned and Force sensitive kid and they need to figure out what to do with him. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
They dashed to the station. When they came into the light, they saw the ship fly off, too high to be reached or pulled back down with the Force. Sabine holstered her blaster and cursed:
“Karabast! We missed it!”
She pressed a button on her vambrace.
“Hera? It’s me. We missed it by a minute. It’s a YV-929 light freighter. We’re too far to track it. Please advise.”
Then, she turned off her communication and huffed. Beside her, Shin stared at the small ship. It was shrinking quickly toward the clouds. One more minute and they might have been on board to save those kidnapped children.
“Should we get back to the ship?” she suggested.
She turned to Sabine, only to feel eyes watching her. She turned away. Something huddled in the shadows, out of sight behind empty crates. Sabine knew her wife well enough to know that something had caught her attention. She approached the crates slowly. Shin followed. She wasn’t feeling hostility, but dreadful fear. She clipped her lightsaber back onto her belt.
Sabine pushed one of the empty containers aside, revealing a little boy on the other side. He looked up at them with tear-filled eyes. His dark hair curled atop his head. His black skin was marred by bruises around his neck and a scratch on his cheek. The sleeve of his shirt was torn. As soon as he spotted Sabine, he recoiled and knocked into another empty crate behind him.
“Wow, hey,” Sabine said.
Gently, she took off her helmet and smiled down at the boy.
“We’re friends. We don’t want to hurt you, promise.”
Still, the boy wasn’t at ease. He crawled away from the woman made of metal and hid behind Shin’s legs. Shin stayed perfectly still, afraid to hurt the boy if she tried to step away from him. Sabine kneeled in front of him, setting her helmet on the ground.
“Where you in the big cargo box? Did you escape from the ship?”
After a moment of hesitation, the boy gave a tiny nod.
“We wanted to stop the ship but we weren’t fast enough. You must be very brave to have escaped.”
Shin couldn’t see the boy’s expression, but she could feel a strange buzzing coming from him, like the air was singing. She’d never felt anything quite like it before. She focused on it. In front of her, Sabine continued to talk to the boy:
“I’m Sabine, and this is Shin. What’s your name?”
Instead of answering, the boy curled up against Shin’s leg even more.
“You have nothing to be scared of now that we’re here, I promise,” Sabine told him.
Still, the boy remained quiet. Sabine gave him a tentative smile but it seemed no use.
“Poor kid. They really did a number on you.”
“His name is Finn,” Shin said.
A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the first chapter of this week's fic! It's a werewolf/werewolf hunter AU and it gets pretty bloody so if that's not your thing, don't worry! I will be back next week with a ton of fluff. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!
Shin was still in her sleepwear, an old band tee-shirt and shorts. She grabbed a mug from the windowed cabinet to pour Sabine her coffee. Sabine went to clean her hands first. Shin set the coffee beside the sink for her then passed a hand under her shirt to scratch her side. As soon as she realized what she was doing, she stopped.
“You could have woken me up,” she told Sabine. “I would have gone with you.”
“But you were sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to bother you.”
Sabine kissed the corner of her lips then picked up her mug. Shin continued to pout. Sabine knew her mood would only sour more as the day went on.
“I heard you dragging something.”
“A small stag. Hope you like venison.”
Shin ignored the joke and sat at the small vinyl table, grabbing her own mug of coffee. Sabine, still, was determined to lift her mood. She took her coffee to the table and sat down on the vintage chair.
“I still need to grab a few things from town,” she told the blonde as she reached from the box of cereals between them. “Do you want to come with? You can do some grocery shopping, pick what you want for breakfast tomorrow. We can get lunch at that diner afterward.”
Shin sighed through her nose.
“Fine.”
Sabine offered her a smile. She knew her girlfriend had only agreed to please her, and she appreciated it more than she could ever tell her.
“Hey. We’ve got this. Tried and true techniques. Nothing to worry about.”
Maybe it was the confidence in Sabine’s voice, or her beaming smile, but she finally managed to extract a little smile out of Shin.
“I trust you.”
“I know you do. And I trust you too.”
A/N: Hello everyone! The first chapter of my long awaited rival rock bands/secret romance AU is finally up! Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!
Shin glared at her.
“Sabine Wren, stalking is beneath you.”
Sabine whirled around to face the blonde.
“The only thing beneath me is you, once we crush you again.”
Shin got into her space, fiery glare finding Sabine’s eyes.
“Say that again.”
Before Sabine could, Hera grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
“I’m not letting you disqualify us before the contest has even begun.”
Sabine followed her, though she glanced back at the Nightsisters. Trilla gave her a little wave, looking smug as always. Reva had to pull Shin toward the stage. Sabine sighed and set her bass back in its case.
“Sabine, I don’t want you to come anywhere near them if you’re going to start a fight,” Hera ordered her.
“It was just a bit of pre-competition banter. I’m not going to fight them.”
Hera gave her an unconvinced look. Sabine snapped her bass case shut and picked it up. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she saw that she had received a message. The sender, Wolf, had sent a grainy, zoomed in picture of her back on stage. The caption below read ‘I think I know exactly what you should do.’ A reference to their song. Clever, she mused.
“Sabine, come on, we’re going to the VIP tent,” Ezra told her.
“I think I’m going to hang back,” she replied just as she heard the first few notes of the Nightsisters’ song. “Stake out the competition.”
Hera gave her a suspicious look.
“No fighting.”
“Girl scout’s honor,” Sabine replied, placing her phone on her chest.
Hera shook her head and didn’t comment on the fact that Sabine had never been a girl scout, and more the type of girl to prank the girl scouts. The Specters without Sabine left the backstage. Sabine turned around and watched their worst enemy perform.
A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the prologue of my new multichapter fanfiction. It's an AU in which Sabine's parents died during the Siege of Mandalore so she was trained by Bo-Katan. Here is the begining and if you want to read more the link will be at the end! First chapter comes out tomorrow :)
The Gauntlet stumbled on the frozen landing pad of the Wren stronghold, jarring Bo-Katan out of her thoughts. She had flown here in a daze, her thoughts not quite in place. They had saved Mandalore, but at what cost? She cut the ship’s engine and stood up. Here was the cost, two silver and gold helmets at the back of her ship. She picked both up, feeling their weight straining her shoulders.
She opened the ramp and let the frigid air of Krownest wrap around her. She had not felt warmth in months, it was only fair that she didn’t try to fight this cold either. She walked down. Clan Wren members stood on the landing pad, waiting for her, unbothered by the cold.
“Take me to her,” she ordered, though her voice didn’t sound as strong as she’d wished.
With a nod, the silver and gold Mandalorian took her into the stronghold. They navigated dark staircases and heated, narrow corridors, to the throne room. The door opened, letting Bo inside. She was clutching both helmets hard, her knuckled white in her gloves. She walked around the throne, under the gaze of a woman so alike Ursa, she might have thought her ghost had returned to haunt the stronghold. Her sister, Ylva, kept an eagle-like gaze on Bo-Katan as she walked around the throne and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. There, Bo saw she wasn’t alone. A little girl sat on her lap, no older than two. Her big, inquisitive eyes looked at Bo without the aggression her aunt was giving her. She had short dark brown hair and the puffy cheeks of an infant, still.
“Bo-Katan Kryze,” Ylva’s voice echoed in the throne room, bringing Bo’s attention back to her. “I heard of your victory on Mandalore.”
“A victory for Mandalore is not my victory. I wished more than anything that no one had had to die for it.”
“Not as much as I wish it. Why are you here?”
“I’ve come to pay my respect to Clan Wren, who suffered a heavy loss. Heavier than most. These belong to your clan.”
She presented both helmets to the new Countess. They had served their owners well, till the end. The visor on Aldrich’s was broken. The rangefinder on Ursa’s had been snapped off. It would have to be fixed before the helmet came to be used again.
Ylva turned to the little girl and whispered to her:
“Sabine, do you want to get your parents’ helmets?”
A/N: Hello everyone! Here is a new Wolfwren one-shot featuring Jacen and a little trip to Mandalore. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!
Sabine landed the shuttle in Home One’s hangar. She opened the ramp. From the seat beside hers, Shin asked:
“So, how old is Jacen now?”
Sabine frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Isn’t it his birthday?”
“Not quite.”
It was Shin’s turn to frown.
“But you’ve been calling today ‘Jacen Day.’”
Sabine glanced back into the shuttle. Since Jacen seemed late, she had the time to explain:
“After the Battle of Jakku when Hera thought she was going to die, she really wanted to spend more time with Jacen. But the New Republic kept her quite busy. So, for his birthday, she came up with Jacen Day. Every year, we all give him a ticket that he can use whenever he wants to do whatever he wants with us. This year he went to Ryloth with his mom, and to the beach. He got a piloting lesson from Zeb. Ezra took him to get a crystal for his own lightsaber. Which leaves only me. So today is Jacen Day.”
When she still saw no sign of the boy, Sabine frowned and stood out of her seat. Shin waited another beat before joining her. They stood at the edge of the ramp, surveying the busy hangar.
“Are we early?” Sabine asked herself.
Jacen burst out from one of the elevators and ran up to the shuttle. Hera followed at her own pace as she called:
“Jacen, they’re not going to leave without you.”
A/N: Hello everyone! The long awaited sequel to "I Can Wait For You at the Bottom" is up and as the title implies, it is a wedding :) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
Sabine had sat in front of the mirror, back ramrod straight, for what felt like hours. Her wedding suit wasn’t the most comfortable suit she’d ever worn, but her mother had insisted on something regal, worthy of this wedding of the century. It was a bit too gray for her taste, though the gold pattern on the satin mostly made up for it. She’d been allowed to paint the only beskar on her, her pauldrons, however she’d liked. One was orange and green in a checkered pattern. The other was dark red, with a circular centipede curling up on itself.
Handmaids fluttered around her like a bunch of butterflies. They had done her make up, though she’d had to rein them in to a dark eyeshadow and pale lipstick, or else they might have gone all out and made her look like a clown. They had brushed her short hair and pinned a crown of silver with flowers knotted into the metal. Now that she was ready, they still lingered around her, as if afraid that all their hard work would melt off her and they would have only a few minutes to start again.
Sabine glanced at the clock in the corner of the Palace room. She wanted to slouch but her suit wouldn’t allow it. Half an hour left before she could make her way to the temple. She wanted to see Shin, wanted to know what she was wearing, how she was feeling, just see her. They’d barely had the chance to see each other when the Mandalorian delegation had arrived to Coruscant for the wedding. Sabine had been almost immediately spirited away to her own wing of the Palace. Her mother kept telling her that it was for good luck, but she didn’t believe a bit of it. She thought her mother and King Baylan were afraid that if they saw each other they would elope, wasting hundreds of thousands of credits on this wedding of the century.
A knock came at the door and Sabine sighed with relief, thinking that her time in handmaid’s jail was over.
“Come in.”
When the door open, her father stepped inside. He was wearing a suit similar to hers; the Clan Wren colors. His silver crown of Prince Consort was embedded with yellow diamonds. For his touch of color, he had painted his own pocket square, a spectrum of colors folded neatly.
“Wow…” he said as he saw her. “You look beautiful.”
He leaned over her, hands on her shoulders as he placed a kiss on the crown of her head. Sabine smiled.
“Thanks, dad. Where’s mom? Are we ready to go?”
“Your mom is dealing with some last-minute problem. She’ll be here shortly.”
A small frown appeared on Sabine’s forehead.
“Problem? What problem?”
A/N: Hello everyone! I have just posted a new one-shot in which Shin gets really drunk and Sabine and Ezra have to guide her back to the shuttle... Not that she's cooperating much! Here is the beginning and if you want to real the whole story the link will be at the end!
After a successful mission, it had become a tradition for Shin and Sabine to get a drink at the nearest bar they could find. This time, Ezra had been fighting with them, and so it was only logical to invite him along. They sat around a small table in the middle of the bar. A life band was playing in one corner, the music interrupted only by the shouts of some patrons or the sound of the hard balls bouncing off each other at the pool table.
Sabine kept glancing at the wall, where a dartboard hung. Shin had noticed her wife’s shifting attention. She knew the longer Sabine was mulling the thought over, the harder she wanted to issue a challenge. The question was, would she challenge Shin or Ezra? When Sabine finished her beer and finally spoke up about it, she tried to make the challenge sound casual:
“Anyone interested in a little game of darts?”
Shin and Ezra exchanged a look. Since neither of them replied, Sabine frowned.
“What?”
“How much?” Ezra asked.
“How much what?”
“How much are we betting? What’s at stakes?”
Sabine crossed her arms.
“We don’t have to bet anything. I was just offering a friendly game.”
Shin shook her head.
“We both know there is no such thing as a friendly game of anything with you.”
Sabine gasped.
“Fine. No darts.”
Ezra sighed. From his pocket, he pulled out a silver ingot of credits and placed it on the table.
“I bet I can hit dead center for all six shots,” he said.
Sabine chuckled.
“You’re so on.”
She tried to reach for the credit but Ezra slid it off the table and stood up. Sabine followed him to the dart board. Shin finished her drink before standing up. Foreseeing that they would be at the bar for another hour, at least, she told them:
“I’m gonna get us more drinks.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54427219
A/N: Hello everyone! Here is my new multi-chapter fic! It is finally here! It is a Time Travel AU where Shin goes back in time to the start of season 1. Here is the begining and if you want to read the whole first chapter the link will be at the end!
“The spell is still active…”
“It has to be me…”
“See you on the other side, Wolf girl.”
Shin came to in an elevator. The sound of the levels counted up above her. She knew those pristine walls and little buttons. Looking down at her, she was in her old armor, the leather gloves hard against her hands. She could feel the hood of her cape above her head. Her lightsaber was in her hand. She took a deep breath and glanced up at the floor indicator. She was almost at the bridge.
The plan was seared into her mind, but she’d hoped the spell would have brought her back later, when it would have been easier to access Sabine. Right now, she would have to improvise. She clenched the lightsaber in her hand. Her only idea was dangerous, but if Sabine had taught her anything, good plans usually were.
The elevator opened. Three officers fired at her. Sabine turned on her lightsaber and deflected the shots. They seared the ground in front of her. With one hand, she pulled the weapons out of the officers’ hands. They held their breath, waiting to see what her next move would be. Shin turned off her lightsaber and slowly raised her hands above her head. The officers looked at her with deep frowns.
“My name is Shin Hati. I was sent up here by my master to make sure you couldn’t send a distress call to Home One. Do it.”
The lieutenant left in charge of the captain’s chair hesitated. Then, she grabbed her blaster and aimed it at Shin.
“What kind of trap is this?”
“Not a trap. Only the Fate of the Galaxy is at stake. Send the distress call. When they arrive, I want to speak with General Syndulla.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53969356/chapters/136614448
A/N: Hello everyone! I have posted a new addition to my Ahsoka season 2 and beyond series. This time it's a wedding! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!
A garland of flowers wrapped around the old comms tower, the most colors its outside had ever seen. Chairs had been set in front of it, facing a flower arch. A single alley in the center allowed the guests to find their seats. As the live band played off to the side, each chair was taken over, and the crowd was growing impatient.
The Ghost was parked at the edge, behind the chairs. Jacen scurried between the guests and stepped into the ship, climbing the ladder two ranks at a time to get to the living room, where Ezra was seating behind the table on the old leather seats. He was wearing a tan suit with a medal on an orange ribbon around his neck. It had been a gift from Hera for the ceremony, since there had been no medals when he fought in the rebellion. He was reclined on the seats. When Jacen arrived, out of breath, wearing the same suit as him but smaller, he smiled at him.
“You alright bud?”
“Where is Sabine?” Jacen panted out.
“Her room.”
He ran down the hall to Sabine’s old room. Finding the door shut, he knocked.
“Sabine?”
“What is it?” she asked from the other side.
“Everyone is waiting for you to begin.”
“What?”
She opened the door finally and stepped past him, walking to the living room. As she stepped in, Ezra whistled.
“Very dashing.”
She ignored his comment and looked at the clock. She let out a sigh of relief.
“We said the wedding started at 5. It’s not 5 yet. Tell people to shut th…” she stopped herself when she remembered Jacen was in the room with them. “Tell them to have some patience. We’ll start at 5 like we said.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53863660
A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a Valentine's Day special of our favorite ladies. It's a Modern AU where Sabine is a bounty hunter and Shin's a bouncer at a bar. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
Sabine didn’t do Valentine’s Day. She had no one to celebrate it with, because she had work to do. So, on Valentine’s Days, she worked. She didn’t see a problem with that. It wasn’t pathetic, it was pragmatic. And it’s not like she was the only one. The bartender worked. The little band on the scene worked. The cute bouncer outside worked. There was no reason she couldn’t work either.
She finished her drink and turned to the man in the chair across from her. He wasn’t ogling her anymore, staring instead at a pair of young women near the bar. If she didn’t conclude their date swiftly, she might lose him. She leaned in her chair so her hand touched his thigh and, pretending to be drunker than she was – her cocktail looked like a strawberry daiquiri but it was nothing but sugar in liquid form – she shouted over the music:
“Do you want to get out of here?”
The man’s attention snapped back to her. He had the shadow of a beard that looked scratchier than her cat’s clawing post. He smirked and she held in the urge to roll her eyes.
“Sure, where do you want to go?”
“My car’s just outside.”
She stood up, taking his big sweaty hand in hers to drag him out of the bar. Thankfully, he complied. They left the pink balloons and romantic songs and walked outside into the fresh February air. There was still a short line to get inside, and the cute bouncer was still at the door. Sabine had never seen her before, either because she was new or because she didn’t work on Friday and Saturday nights when Sabine worked the most.
Her date grabbed her by the waist to pull her close, making her stumbles as her attention snapped away from the blonde with those sad green eyes and back to the man.
“Let’s go to my car instead,” he said, taking her toward the other direction.
She didn’t budge, planting her platform boots into the concrete. She tried to pull him toward her car once more.
“No, my car’s right over there. Come on.”
He chuckled, as if amused by her drunken antics.
“But you’re too drunk to drive. We’ll take my car.”
His grip on her hip became more insistent. Before he could bruise her, she leaned into him again.
“But we can’t take your car,” she said, dropping the slurring.
He didn’t notice right away. They never did.
“Why not?”
“Because it was impounded half an hour ago.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53786719
Wolfwren headcanon that I don't know how to turn into a fanfiction:
Shin and Sabine are playing sabacc. Every round they lose, they have to take off a piece of clothing (like strip poker basically). First one naked loses.
Sabine thought she was going to win if she wore her armor.
Shin spent her entire childhood and teenage years around mercenaries, pilots, smugglers and the like. She is a beast at sabacc.
By the time Sabine is naked with only her helmet on, she finally admits defeat.
A/N: Hello everyone! This is the beginning of the first chapter of my new fic, a sequel to "The Witching Hour". If you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end! Enjoy :)
Shin remembered jumping in puddles after the rain and watching how the light shattered under her feet; the reflection of the nearby storefront interrupted, then, as the puddles became placid again, appearing as solid as the real thing. She remembered breaking a lightbulb of the already poorly maintained streetlights by kicking a ball too hard, and running home before anyone could spot the culprits, a gaggle of children laughing off their mistake. She remembered following her mother around the stalls, gathering ingredients for supper and ingredients for potions. Rarely had a place held so many memories for her, but as she walked down the busy streets of Swanpond, it all came flooding back.
Shin let her feet take her, as if after all this time they still remembered her way home. The stores had changed. Some of the houses looked the worst for wear. Time had taken its toll, added a few cables arching over the street, a few cracks in the walls and a few stains on the windows. Shin thought she would have to pull her map out, when, all too soon, she was standing in front of the right building.
Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, making her light-headed. What were the odds of her mother still living in that basement, waiting for her, after eighteen years? She could be anywhere in the galaxy. But a flicker of hope still nestled in her brain. Perhaps she had spent too much time with Sabine. With anxiousness in her chest and more optimism that she usually allowed herself, Shin walked up to the door and knocked.
“Coming, coming…”
The door opened to an old Weequay woman wrapped in a teal shawl. She looked up at Shin with a frown. Though Shin recognized her, she had forgotten her name. She remembered only that her mother had specifically instructed her no leave the old woman alone, lest she kick them out.
“Can I help you?”
“I’m looking for a Zabrak woman. Her name is Wyrd. She lived here last I heard.”
“You a client?”
“Not exactly.”
The old woman continued to stare Shin down with a deep frown, the folds of her leathery skin almost covering her eyes.
“She’s not in trouble, is she? She was a good tenant for many years, I’d hate it if she got into trouble.”
“No, she’s not…” Shin paused as she caught up to what the woman had said. “She’s not here anymore?”
Her heart seemed to stop then, to compensate, start up like a furious horse. Her hopes dashed against the ground of Coronet City. The woman hesitated another second. Then, finally, she opened the door wider.
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53409133/chapters/135179428
A/N: Hello everyone! Here is a little birthday surprise from me to you all (that's not how birthday works but I don't care). Here is the beginning and the link to the rest of the story is at the end :)
Shin paced the alley she was stationed in, muttering to herself:
“Dar'tome… Mhi solus Dar’tome…”
She paused both her mumbling and her pacing as she forced her brain to recall the next sentence.
“Mhi solus… no. Mhi… me’dinui…”
“Shin? What are you mumbling about?”
Sabine’s voice in her earpiece sent such panic in her bones that Shin froze completely.
“Nothing… Just counting the time…”
She hadn’t realized her comms had been on. She thought she would have a few minutes of calm to practice her Mando’a.
“It’s been a while since the target has gone inside,” she said quickly, hoping to divert the conversation away from her.
“I still have a visual on her,” Sabine confirmed. “I’ll let you know when she’s out.”
“Copy that.”
Quiet fell, and Shin hoped her girlfriend had turned off her comms again. However, after a long minute, Sabine said:
“Something’s troubling you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Force bond, remember? I can feel it. So, what is it?”
Shin bit her lower lip.
“Nothing. The mission is my priority. It always is.”
“Okay,” Sabine replied, though she sounded unconvinced.
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52967668
A/N: Hello everyone! I just started postin a new multi-chapter fic which is a rival kingdoms AU but most importantly, a childhood friends to enemies to lovers. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end!
Echo Base was buzzing with an energy that Sabine couldn’t understand. She didn’t feel excited or anxious. She felt dreadful. Her stomach had become the epicenter of her body. It was the pit of darkness that invaded her chest with every news from the frontline, the source of the shaking in her limbs whenever she walked the dark corridors of the base. She felt like puking every other minute. For the first time in her life, she wanted nothing but to stay in bed and perish. But she had a duty to accomplish, and she wouldn’t be able to see her bed again until victory had been secured.
The enemy had a strong resistance. But the Ravine would fall, and once they had lost this strategic position, Clan Wren’s advance would be unstoppable. Sabine wasn’t sure whether she wanted them to win anymore. Legs trembling with every step, she entered the command center, where her subordinates were looking over a map of the region. The Ravine cut a stark line in the middle of the hologram. It was very deep to be sure, but only fifteen feet across. They would hang temporary bridges to get their people across, or at least that was their plan.
When Sabine stepped into the room, the subordinates all stood to attention. Sabine set her helmet in the corner of the table. She had worn her armor so often recently, it felt like a second skin, but today it felt colder than usual. She surveyed the map. Each little gold dot on their side was a brigade of twelve warriors. She couldn’t count all the dots. On the other side, the black dots were advancing back toward the ravine.
“Everyone is in position for the final push, your Highness,” one of her subordinates said.
She could see it plainly. The crawlers were driving forward, advancing with their troops. On the other side, the black dots had brought their own tanks, slower but plated. They formed a line that her Mandalorians would have to pass through.
“I was just on the phone with the Queen,” Sabine said, her eyes scanning the holographic map still, as if she would find something she had missed. “She is expecting results. If this battle doesn’t turn the tide, then we are all fighting for nothing.”
“Wren, Wren,” the subordinate began to chant, and Sabine had to hide a grimace. She could really do without the blind devotion right now.
She picked up her helmet and put it on, as much to ready herself for a fight as to hide her face.
“Have you confirmed the intel we received. Is it true?”
“Yes, your Highness. Lady Hati was spotted on the other side of the Ravine.”
Sabine bit her lower lip. Fuck her luck.
“She will be leading her people. I ought to lead mine.”
She glanced one last time at the map, wondering where the blonde would be. First in line, probably. She was insane enough to run straight into the enemy line without armor, she knew.
“Ring the bell. We’re moving out.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52846510/chapters/133670080
A/N: Hello everyone! I come bearing another addition to my Ahsoka season 2 and beyond series on this final day of the year! This one is rated E and it is about Shin and Sabine cleaning up Wren Stronghold. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
The ETA-class shuttle landed on the frosted landing pad, its heat roasting the ice which had settled years ago. The spaceship touched the ground roughly, as a patch of ice beneath its legs gave way, splintering with a crack under its weight. Sabine grimaced. She remembered clearing the ice of this very landing pad as punishment for some trouble she had caused. Now, it, like all of Wren stronghold, had been left for nature to do what it did best: take over.
“Should we unload?” Shin asked from the co-pilot seat.
Sabine considered their options. They had brought many supplies to fix up the stronghold, and a lot of food, as they had no idea how long the repair job would take. But most of all, Sabine feared the boiler might be dead and unfixable, in which case they wouldn’t last the night.
“Let’s check inside first.”
They walked through the cluttered body of the long ship, where all their supplies were packed, and Sabine opened the hatch. As the ramp unfurled, the cold wind of Krownest infiltrated the ship. Sabine had not felt it in years. A familiar shiver ran over her body. Shin had seldom felt cold like this. She bundled deeper into her fur-lined coat.
The ground was slippery on the landing pad, which was to be expected. Not a single ship had been left behind. The whole clan had gone to Mandalore to fight the Empire. All of Clan Wren’s ships had been destroyed with their owners, in that same night of carnage.
Sabine walked briskly to the door, feeling the emptiness keenly. Shin looked around. Sabine had told her about the stronghold being near a lake, but she had failed to mention the snowy mountain range surrounding them and the endless forest of pine that lounged on their slopes. If she wasn’t freezing, she might have taken in the view longer.
Sabine broke the ice over the door panel with the butt of her lightsaber. Once it flipped open, she saw the inside wasn’t damaged. She could thank her mother for her impeccable maintaining of the stronghold. She pushed the emergency lever down, and with a groan hungry for oil, it lowered and opened the door.
The inside of the stronghold was dark. Sabine pulled a flashlight from her pocket and turned it on. At a first glance, she couldn’t spot any ice within. She hummed.
“There might be hope yet.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52683877
Happy New Year :)
A/N: Hello everyone! Merry Christmas! As advertised multiple times I've posted a Christmas one-shot set in my High School AU. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!
The Life Day Market of Capital City was the biggest in Lothal. The whole plaza at the foot of the central tower was taken over by lights, wooden chalets and all the Life Day decorations the place could handle, green and red and gold everywhere the eye stopped. People lined up for warm drinks and hot treats. Vendors displayed jewelry and paintings and socks, the perfect gift for your family on Life Day. And Sabine had had the terrible idea of letting Hera sign her up as a volunteer, again.
All the streets leading into the plaza had been closed off except two, the entrance and the exit. A banner hung above the entrance, welcoming everyone into the market. If it wasn’t enough, however, Sabine was the extra welcome. She sat in a tiny wooden box at the corner of the entrance, too cramped up to move. She was supposed to give additional information to the people, but she wasn’t even sure what information she could give them. There was no map to the market, it was made up of two concentric circles of cabins and impossible to get lost in. The time the market opened and closed? They had a big sign near every entrance for that. People walked by her without sparing her a glance, probably as confused by her presence as she was annoyed by it. She scrolled on her phone, draining the battery to keep boredom at bay. She’d brought a pad and pencil to draw but she barely had the space to move her arms.
At least she had avoided the role of one of the droids in the Santa Clause factory like the year before, she thought as Ezra brushed his way back to her, dressed in a poor man’s droid’s costume.
“Why did I have to be a droid?” he complained as he leaned over the small counter of Sabine’s booth.
“I don’t know what’s more cramped. This box or your droid costume.”
“It’s the costume, trust me.”
He tugged on the sleeves yet they continued to hike up past his wrists.
“Anyway, Hera is asking if you want a snack.”
Sabine sighed. The only privilege of working for the market was that they didn’t have to cue twenty minutes for a crepe. Still, with her legs cramping up and her elbows rubbing against wood all day, it didn’t feel worth it. And if the PA system behind her played that stupid Life Day song again, she was going to take it down herself.
Ezra stared at her, waiting for an answer. Her gaze migrated away from her brother to the familiar blonde who had just squeezed through the crowd at the entrance. A big smile appeared on Sabine’s lips as she spotted Shin. She waved at her. Shin gave her a small smile and brushed past the crowd to get to her.
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52519663
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
A/N: Hello everyone! I have just posted the first part of three of my new fanfiction! It is based on some revelations about Shin's character that were released recently. This is the beginning, but if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
Baylan’s trail had grown cold. Shin had followed him as far as she could, through forests and mountains. Ahead, a ruin was stuck between two cliffs, as if the earth had opened to swallow it, only to find its taste repugnant. Shin couldn’t blame the earth either. It was a Dathomirian ruin. Every step she took toward it made her skin crawl.
She had always hated witches and their magick, for as long as she could remember. She’d had faith in her master and would not have questioned his involvement with Elsbeth, but she had hated the woman and every second spent with her had been nerve wracking. She was glad the witch was dead.
Behind her, her ash-colored howler whined and pulled on its leash. It didn’t want to enter the ruins either. Shin had grown used to its cowardly way now. She turned to it and ordered:
“Tota.”
The howler fell on its haunches, its tongue lolling out of its huge mouth. She patted it between the ears then walked away. She climbed ancient fallen borders to get to the entrance of the temple. The sun was behind the tall cliffs, their shadows soaking the warmth out of the air. Shin brought her cape tighter around her. The shivers running down her back were not caused by the cold, however, but by the eerie energy coming off the temple.
Two statues held the entrance up, their bodies snapped to pieces but kept upright by moss. Shin could barely guess their features. She assumed they were witches of some kinds. What else could witches worship but themselves? Shin stepped through the doorway. The anxious energy she felt grew tenfold, making the back of her brain buzz with discomfort. The roof of the temple was partially collapsed, leaving holes of light to fall within. The vegetation of Peridea had taken back its place within the structure. Moss and grass carpeted the cracked stone floor in equal measure. All the windows were blocked by the cliffs on either side. The head of the giant statue at the end of the room had snapped at the neck and fallen to the ground. The neck and shoulders were covered with sticks and feathers, nests made not too long ago.
Shin took a few steps forward, her footsteps echoing through the temple. She couldn’t see any sign of her master, but knowing him and his quest, he must have come through, she thought. She closed her eyes, feeling for the Force and his presence in it. Nothing came to her, as usual. If only she’d mastered it more. She’d spent so many years with her master but could emulate so few of the things he’d taught her. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder why he had taken her as his apprentice when she wasn’t talented. Maybe he had been right to leave her behind, she thought bitterly. She would have only slowed him down.
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52369444/chapters/132478294
A/N: Hello everyone! Here is the beginning of my new one-shot about Shin and Sabine getting their own apartment. If ou want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
Sabine woke up in her bed in the communication tower, bright morning light coming in through the high windows of the circular room. She grumbled and stretched, only to realize that she had the space to stretch. This was a twin bed. Usually, Shin and her could barely move when they laid side by side on the bed. She scanned the tower, looking for her girlfriend. She expected the blonde to be in the kitchen making breakfast perhaps. Maybe Murley had woken her up because he wanted to be fed. When she couldn’t see her, she called, her voice groggy:
“Shin?”
A hum answered from the floor. Sabine looked down. Shin was lying flat on the floor with her pillow and a blanket wrapped around her like a flat bread. She kept her back to the light, turned toward the bed.
“What are you doing down there?” Sabine asked with a frown. “Did I push you off?”
“Not really,” Shin mumbled as she brushed her eyes open. “I was feeling a bit cramped is all. I’m used to sleeping on the floor anyway.”
“You should have woken me up.”
“What for? Not much you can do. Bed’s small, that’s just how it is.”
Sabine sat up, swigging both legs over the edge of the bed, mindful of her girlfriend still laying on the floor.
“We could always buy a bigger bed.”
“To put where?”
Sabine bit her lower lip. Shin had a point. The tower was already pretty cramped as it were with all of Sabine’s junk. They would have to push some things around to fit a double bed. Sabine pouted at her girlfriend. She sank to her knees beside her.
“Poor baby.”
Sabine crawled over her until she was half-laying on top of her. Shin turned to accommodate her, a smile on her lips despite the sun in her eyes.
“Kicked off the bed? That’s evil.”
“You can always make it up to me,” Shin replied as she threaded her fingers through Sabine’s short hair.
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52345309
A/N: Hello everyone! I've just begun posting a new multi-chapter fic. It's based on the romance between Obi-Wan and Satine, but this time it's Shin and Sabine. I hope you'll enjoy it :) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!
Shin could count how many times she’d left Coruscant on one hand. This would be her sixth times, officially calling for the use of a second hand to count. They were bound for Mandalore. She sat in the co-pilot seat, watching the stars flash around them, boxing their small ship into a tunnel of light. Baylan sat on the other side of the cockpit, his gaze not on the galaxy around them but on his padawan.
“What is the title given to the leader of Madalore?”
Shin had to tear her eyes away from the lights. She looked back at her master, then her gaze fell to the ground as she searched her memory. She’d been given a crash course on Mandalorian politics by the librarian before leaving, but it had been pretty late at night and she had fallen asleep on her desk four times in an hour.
“The Mandalore?”
“Mand’alor. It has been a long time since the Mandalorians have chosen a Mand’alor, hence yet another civil war.”
“Master, if this is the third civil war in as many generations, what can we truly do to help them?”
Baylan sighed. Shin knew her master wasn’t entirely thrill by their assignment, but it had been too long since he had been given any mission, and the Council knew that. Whatever the case may be, Shin was determined to make the most of the assignment.
“We will do what the Council has asked of us. We will protect the Countess Wren for as long as is required.”
The ship let out a beep, indicating they would soon exit hyperspace. Baylan turned his attention back to the controls and Shin imitated him. While her master wasn’t thrilled about joining a civil war, Shin wasn’t thrilled about their target. She imagined the Countess to be like all the politicians in Coruscant, probably old and full of ideas that would be impossible to execute even in the best of times. The kind of politicians who practiced their cordial smiles in the mirror every morning. This Countess was apparently the Mandalorians’ greatest chance at peace. Shin couldn’t quite believe that.
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52296436/chapters/132292435
A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back at it again with a one-shot set in my Ahsoka season 2 universe. Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
The sound of wooden swords clashing against each other filled the training room. Sabine dodged Shin’s lunge with a chuckle and struck back. Shin pivoted to counter, then took a step back.
“Maybe someday you’ll land a hit on me,” Shin bragged, the training sword twirling in her hand.
Sabine exhale, taking the short break to catch her breath.
“What would I get for touching you?”
“Moving on from training swords?” Shin suggested.
Sabine rolled her eyes.
“Oh sure, let’s fight with real lightsabers inside a ship. I’m sure Hera will be totally cool with that…”
Shin didn’t let Sabine finish her sentence. She lunged at her again, forcing Sabine to parry. Her defense was unsteady and Shin slid her foot beneath Sabine’s calf, sweeping her leg from under her. Sabine crashed to the floor with a huff.
“Maybe I should ask for something that will really annoy you,” Sabine contemplated from the floor before she pushed herself up.
“Like what?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
Sabine let out another breath, pushing past her exhaustion. She charged with a vertical strike. Shin deflected the blow and retaliated. They traded blows, the room echoing with the sharp thwack of wood on wood and their tired breaths. Sabine aimed for Shin’s ribs and she would have gotten her if Shin hadn’t blocked the blade with the Force. Sabine stepped back.
“Cheating.”
“I know from experience bruised ribs take their time healing.”
“I was just going to give you a little tap, cheater.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52252912
A/N: Hello everyone! I posted a new Wolfwren one-shot, and this one is my first 5+1: five times Shin and Sabine's makeout sessions was interrupted and the one time it wasn't. Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
Shin joining their ship had been quite productive for Sabine’s training, or so Ahsoka thought. Huyang was of the other mind. Shin was a distraction for Sabine. But Ahsoka thought the blonde was a great help. She provided another sparring partner for Sabine and pushed her to improve faster. Sabine was too competitive not to rise to Shin’s challenge. They pushed each other to be better, which Ahsoka approved.
Shin disarmed Sabine again, her training sword flying against the wall of the T-6. Ahsoka had been watching from the sideline. When Sabine tried summoning the sword back to her with the Force, Ahsoka shook her head.
“She barely had to use any force to disarm you.”
“Maybe I’m tired…” Sabine panted out.
Both of the fighters were breathing hard and sweating, though Shin was less open to showing her exhaustion, standing tall still. Ahsoka picked up Sabine’s discarded sword and handed it back to her.
“You both are. What I wanted you to see is that Shin used your attack against you and leveraged it to disarm you.”
“Good for her.”
Ahsoka gave her that look that meant she wasn’t taking Sabine’s attitude. Still, she could concede that they had been training for some time now.
“I’ll grab you some water. We can go again after.”
She left the two women in the central room and headed into the kitchen. There, Huyang was conducting an inventory check, so they could replenish their supplies at Home One – and they had used a lot of supplies on Peridea.
“Any water left?”
Huyang motioned for a corner of the room where a handful of glass bottles had been tugged. Ahsoka picked up one and rummaged for glasses through the cupboard.
“Are you sure you should leave these two unsupervised?” Huyang asked.
Ahsoka shook her head.
“They’re not children. It has been some time since they’ve been at each other’s throat.”
“That is not where my concern lies.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52211527
A/N: Hey everyone! I just posted a new one-shot, this one as you can see is rated E ;) Here is the beginning of the story, but if you want to read the whole thing, the link is at the end!
Shin woke up to the sound of delicate scratching. She smiled and turned in bed, away from the morning light coming in through the window. Lothal mornings were always blinding. She had to blink a few times until her eyes stopped watering. She rubbed them, stretched, feeling the blanket falling away from her, then finally opened her eyes. Just as she had predicted, Sabine was seated at the edge of the bed with her leather-bound notebook on her lap, and a sharp piece of graphite in her hand.
“Did you have to turn?” she asked Shin once she had opened her eyes.
Shin didn’t reply right away. First, she sat up and grabbed the back of Sabine’s head, kissing her. When they parted, Shin glanced at the notebook. Sabine had been drawing her naked back with the sheets drawn up to her waist. Shin lay back down against the pillow.
“You know I love annoying you.”
Sabine rolled her eyes. As if to prove Shin wrong, she picked up the graphite again and began another sketch of her. Shin reclined back down, staring at Sabine.
“I didn’t expect you would be drawing me first thing in the morning.”
Sabine had sketched her before in that very special notebook. It was a gift from Mon Mothma for service rendered to the Galaxy. It was near impossible to find that much paper anymore, and for a long time, Sabine had preserved the gift, using it sparingly. For the past few weeks, however, she had been filling every page with drawings of Shin.
“I was just looking at you and the urge came over me. Can you blame me?”
“I give you the uncontrollable urge to draw?”
Sabine chuckled.
“It’s almost like I find you beautiful or something.”
Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52141087
A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my new wolfwren multi-chapter fic! This is a Modern/Neighbor AU, it is full of angst and hurt/comfort. Here is an extract from the first chapter, and the link to the full story will be at the end!
She sighed and sipped her coffee. Really, this apartment was perfect. It was close to the city center. The view was incredible. The only problem was the balcony itself. She leaned over the railing, and looked at her neighbor’s balcony, which stood a mere three feet from hers. It was a strange design flaw. How could anyone think this was a good idea, she thought just about every morning. She sipped her coffee, then frowned. Those gray curtains weren’t there before. Had someone moved in across from her while she was gone?
Murley stretched on the threshold then stepped onto the balcony. He hopped into an empty pot and curled inside. Sabine kept it empty on purpose, and shifted it every so often so that it got as much sun as it could. Sabine kept her gaze on the curtains across from her. A shadow moved behind them, but the curtains, although they looked flimsy, were opaque enough to hide the figure.
“Hello?” Sabine tried calling.
Their window was shut. They would never hear her over the sounds of the city. She took a sip of coffee and contemplated her options. She could just let it go, move on with her day. Go to the gym like she had planned. She would come across them eventually. But they basically shared a balcony. They should meet sooner rather than later. Her former neighbor used to hang all his socks on his balcony because they were made from expensive cotton, or some silly material, and Murley tried a few times to play with the socks. Needless to say, they fell down four stories more often than any sock ever had. She wanted to meet her new neighbor. But it seemed it would be impossible to catch their attention, unless they actually stepped onto the balcony. She didn’t have all day.
Taking another sip of coffee, she returned inside. Music was still blasting from the kitchen. Sabine set her mug down and grabbed her bagel. She glanced at the speaker. The volume dial was only halfway up. She could crank it more. She turned it up a bit, then a bit more, then a bit more. Rock music flared into the apartment. Sabine glanced at her phone and waited.
It took fifty-nine seconds for someone to come pounding on her door. Sabine smirked and took another sip of coffee. She waited for more pounding, then lowered the music and shouted:
“Coming!”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51672217/chapters/130624462
A/N: Hello everyone! I have added a new story to my "Ahsoka season 2 and beyond" series, this one about a mission on Hoth! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the full story the link will be at the end!
“Sabine? Sabine? Sabine!”
Shin pushed past her and, contracting the Force above her like a muscle, deflected the snow away from them, blocking the path between them and the stormtroopers hot on their tails. A splash of powdery flakes fell on Sabine. The cold sharpened her mind, bringing her out of her thoughts. Shin turned around to look at her, but there was an indescribable expression on her face.
“Focus, damn it,” she barked at her.
The hissing of a flamethrower echoed on the other side of the wall of snow. They both knew they couldn’t linger. Sabine grabbed Shin by the wrist and took off running.
It had struck Sabine as ironic when they had been assigned the mission. The Empire was using the Rebellion’s former base on Hoth to hide. But now that they were in the thick of it, with no aerial support, she was as far from laughing as could be. Shin escaped her grasp and passed her, brushing against the walls of packed snow of the old trenches. The ammunition storage room would blow any minute now, and they better be out of there before it did.
Behind them, the stormtroopers had cleared the snow with a flamethrower and fired another rocket at them. It impacted on the wall beside them, leaving a melted spot and making the once sturdy snow crumple onto itself. Sabine flinched and picked up the pace. With one blaster in hand, she tried to aim back at them, however the trenches were irregular and their enemies used the terrain to avoid her shots as much as they did.
Ahead, they reached one of the caves that led further into the base. Shin unlocked the heavy door with the Force and pulled it open. As soon as both she and Sabine were inside, Shin shut the door behind them and bent the mechanism inside to prevent the stormtroopers from following.
“Where is Ahsoka?”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51630706
A/N: Hello everyone! I just uploaded a new one-shot on AO3, it is an art gallery AU and also it is E rated ;) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!
As Shin grabbed another glass of champagne, she wondered why they never served anything stronger than champagne at all those business meetings. On the one hand, she could understand wanting to be clear-minded while talking business. On the other, these functions were always so boring. If she had known that she would have to attend these regularly when she agreed to work for Baylan, she would have gone back to working the graveyard shift at Dex’s Diner. It paid almost just as much and she didn’t have to deal with pedantic assholes, only the regular variety.
She wondered between the art pieces without sparing them more than a glance. She only needed to look busy, so Baylan wouldn’t reprimand her for standing around in a corner. If she looked as if she were participating, she could have a relatively unbothered evening. She kept one hand in the pocket of her gray suit, the other holding the glass and twirling the content within. That was the only anxious fidgeting she was allowed. She couldn’t check her phone every minute because it would only depress her, and the only clock on the wall was a piece of art, one of those melted clocks that no one found original anymore.
When a group of trader-looking men stood at the end of her path, blocking her access to the rest of the room, she had no other choice but to stop and contemplate the painting hanging from the wall. It was a Mandalorian helmet, or at least someone wearing a Madanlorian helmet, but every refraction of the light on the helmet was wrong, distorted, it showed too much or too little.
“Pretty interesting, don’t you think?”
“No, not really,” Shin replied as she turned to the woman who had joined her.
She was awestruck for a second, but a second was all she allowed herself. The woman had short purple hair, brushed back and away from her clever brown eyes. A mole stood out at the edge of her cheekbone. Her hands were tugged in the pockets of a dark orange suit jacket. Beneath, she wore a form-fitting top. Upon hearing Shin’s reply, she frowned.
“You don’t find it interesting?”
“No, I don’t. I find it pretentious.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51589216
A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a new Wolfwren fic about Shin and Sabine having a little "friendly" speeder bike race. Here is a little excerpt and if you want to read the rest of the story the link will be at the end!
Shin knocked back her drink and searched the bar for the clock over the shelves of bottles. It wasn’t too late yet; they might just get another drink before going home. Before she could wave at the bartender, Ezra asked:
“How about you guys? What’s going on?”
“Tracking down more former Empire scum, as usual,” Sabine said with a sigh. “We were on Eadu hunting a bunch of Empire scavengers. The base was pretty big. A Speeder bike chase might have happened. Shin crashed hers against a shuttle.”
Shin straightened at the mention of her name, then frowned.
“On purpose,” she added. “To stop them from taking off.”
Sabine finished her glass with a smile.
“Of course, you did.”
That wasn’t the answer Shin had expected.
“You think I don’t know how to drive a Speeder bike?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“I bet I’m even a better driver than you.”
Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51518053