#funny enough we went from 0 fics on ao3 of that ship to being second to the top right after my notp
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Either I totally missed it when i went searching, or there's truly not a single genkai/yusuke fic on ao3.
A serious shame and I would be delighted if someone could come prove me wrong cuz I really don't wanna have to dig through ff or wattpad for such things
#ethics of this ship aside i cant help it when im served my top fave dynamic on a silver platter once more#ah well worst comes to worst i pay one of my besties who also happens to be a fic supplier to right the wrongs#already did it like 10 or so times for my otp and i will do it again for every deranged yyh ship i come up with#(the otp in question being domasia ofc)#funny enough we went from 0 fics on ao3 of that ship to being second to the top right after my notp#we shall finish that task of beating out my notp in time... soon. very soon. anyhow.#dont think ill go that far with any yyh ships cuz theres So Many itd take a really long time and stuff. but even so i shall do SOMETHING
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Fic Writer Asks
Oooof tagged by four excellent writers- @ferrame, @skyeventide, @stormwarnings, and @tol-himling- so do check ALL of them out when you get a free mo (which I donât have enough of!!!! Sadly!!!). Still, yk, itâs Friday, Iâm home from my first week of work, and there isnât anything really pressing to do apart from another 15k on that last TRSB fic which Iâve been procrastinating for too long..........
Here we go!
how many works do you have on AO3?
65
whatâs your total AO3 word count?
1035292, which means I crossed a million words this year! I hadnât realized that lmao
how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
Hell, Iâve written for too many. Top three are definitely ASOIAF, Tolkien and HP, but there are a couple others sprinkled through like... Fleabag (Yuletide fic), King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (Yuletide), Jodhaa Akbar (Yuletide), Padmaavat (me, losing my fucking mind over Mehrunissa in that movie), and... Good Omens? The Old Guard, too, for a while there. Oh, and letâs not forget the MCU that dragged me to AO3 in the first place
what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
I had no idea before I went looking, but-��
1. if you try to break me, you will bleed - the fic that will haunt me to the day I DIE
2. a tempest, a cyclone, a goddamned hurricane - that Sansa can see ghosts story
3. made weak by time and fate, but strong in will - the fic where James and Lily Potter live and defeat Voldemort through the power of lightning, rings and friendship
4. one burning candle, one wind-whipped flame - TOG fic!! I enjoyed this one, but still cannot believe it has more kudos than that Booker character study
5. we do not surrender - second in the time travel series, probably just because of sheer exposure lmao
do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I try to! Sometimes itâs late (....very late) but usually I do get to all of them. Unless I have no idea of what to say, at which point I mark it as read just so I can get that sweet, sweet â0âł in my ao3 inbox
whatâs the fic youâve written with the angstiest ending?
Enh, I donât like sad endings, so... letâs just say none of them
do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one youâve written?
One crossover. ONE. The one where Sansa lands in Middle-Earth and mistakes Boromir for her dad, kicks ass, takes names, drags Arwen out of Rivendell. The whole shebang
have you ever received hate on a fic?
Yes! Sometimes itâs funny, sometimes it isnât, but itâs not like I wasnât blooded in HP fandom circa early 2000s and that was a vicious set of reviewers on ff.net, so I donât, like, mind. Keeps my ego from getting too big.
do you write smut? if so what kind?
Not often, and certainly not well, but everything that has been written has been.... very much more evocative than descriptive. Letâs put it that way.
have you ever had a fic stolen?
One GO fic that existed on a locked community in LJ- I think, like, 10 people had access to fic once it went private or something- I donât remember the correct nomenclature- but I did see something being recced when the first season came out that just made me go âhmâ for a second lol. NOT that it matters, or that I care- I certainly am happy to have all my stories from those dark times disassociated from my name- but it is an interesting thing to happen
have you ever had a fic translated?
Four- all into Russian, by a very, very sweet person that I donât think is on tumblr at all, or Iâd link them!
have you ever co-written a fic before?
One, recently, with @nienna324. It was definitely a very fun- and different experience- and one that made me grow as an author <33
whatâs your all time favorite ship?
Lmao Iâm more of a sibling / parental relationship author, with the attention span of a magpie. All time is literally until I see the next shiny thing!
whatâs a WIP that you want to finish but donât think you ever will?
That GODDAMN JonxSansaxSatin AU. It has everything done for it, all the plot, itâs gorgeous, but Iâve got no ideas for the dialogue and probably never will because I managed to write myself into a corner
what are your writing strengths?
Probably turns of phrase. Some think itâs purple prose, probably, but I call it poetry and turn my nose up at their snobbishness XD
what are your writing weaknesses?
Expository writing sucks ASS like youâd never believe
what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Fun? esp if youâre willing to put in that effort
what was the first fandom you wrote for?
Harry Potter- no, I refuse to be embarrassed XD
whatâs your favorite fic youâve written?
Right now? Got to be the Caranthir post-rebirth character study. Thereâs another trsb fic with Aredhel that Iâm SUPER proud of, but itâs not published yet- which reminds me that I need to get back to that!!!Â
Havenât been on here in a while and have zero idea of whoâs been tagged/finished this already, but do it if you havenât already!Â
#my writing#thank you to all of you who tagged me you're very very sweet and i had a fun time answering these
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Accidental Innuendo
Ezra accidentally oversteps, learns some things. [Fanfic written for Fictober 2018, prompt âDo we really have to do this again?â]
[Also on AO3]
Okay, I like Ezra. I really do. I recognize that making this my first fic with him in it, my first fic from his POV, was not the best way to express my affection, but this is a prompt fic and Iâve always wondered what happened to make him realize he needed to stop hitting on Sabine. Because I feel like he didnât just stop on his own.
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Sabine really wondered about Ezra, sometimes. The newest addition to the family had quickly carved out a niche for himself as the obnoxious little brotherâthough the obnoxiousness could be forgotten after an eye roll and a sigh given the way nothing felt quite whole without him around; funny how quickly heâd become essential to Sabineâs vision of what life on the Ghost was supposed to be like. (But then, when families were as they were supposed to be, families were like that. You donât feel the naturalness of their being together quite so much as you feel the unnaturalness of being apart.)
He was definitely a part of the family, now, but⌠Yeah. He was definitely the obnoxious little brother. The obnoxious little brother who couldnât get it through his head that one) their function in the family was siblings, and two) she was not interested in him.
Yeah. Fun times.
To be absolutely fair, he didnât try to hit on her every time they spoke. Ezra was a bit⌠Ezra, and didnât always seem to know what the limits were, but he never really graduated to what Sabine would call pushy, skittering away after she got to the point of glaring at him. Sheâd never felt threatened, just annoyed. And that annoyance was mounting to something closer to anger more quickly the more this went on.
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Ezra Bridger knew none of this. Well, he knew Sabine got a little annoyed with his flirting, but he thought he was making progress. Maybe. It was hard to tell. He wasnât a mind-reader, after all, and Kanan told him that no matter how far his Jedi training went, the chances of his actually being able to read minds was pretty much nil. What the uninitiated thought of as mind-reading, Kanan told him, was really just being able to pick up on emotions and sensations and guessing at someoneâs general train of thought. Which sounded a lot more boring than mind-reading, to be honest, but a lot of things tended to be a lot more boring than advertised. Ezra didnât like it, but he hadnât liked being homeless, either, and his dislike hadnât changed the fact that he was, in fact, camping out in an abandoned communications tower instead of living in an actual house withâ
Anyways, he thought he was making progress with Sabine. Not enough progress that sheâd actually call him by his name instead of just calling him âkid,â but every little bit helped. Where this progress was supposed to be leading, well, Ezra hadnât thought that far ahead. The only objective right now was to get her flirting back.
And now, with Kanan and Zeb not onboard to roll their eyes or laugh at a failed attempt, and with Hera doing some routine maintenance in the Phantom (and thus also not on hand to roll her eyes or laugh if he managed nothing more impressive than another pratfall), was the perfect time to try again.
Sabine was sitting in the open doorway into her cabin, and Ezra thought he might have been drawn here even if she wasnât like-a-bolt-from-the-blue grade amazing. Even from the doorway, Sabineâs cabin was an explosion of color, the most vibrant part of the Ghost by far. Heck, Sabineâs cabin was probably the most vibrant thing on all of Lothal. Ezra had lived on Lothal his whole life, and for all its flaws he did love it, loved it in the tired, slightly exasperated way only a local could love it, but there was no denying that Lothal was kinda lacking in color. Every bit of the planet that Ezra had ever seen was cast in dusty brown and a green that wasnât parched enough to be yellow, but certainly wasnât vibrant enough to really deserve the name âgreenâ, in dull, muted blues and ashen grays. Even the sea, which everyone agreed was supposed to be some sort of sparkling, shimmering thing, just looked⌠dull. And the sky over Capital City was perpetually overcast with a faint sheen of sickly-yellowish smog, so that didnât help.
(It occurred to Ezra that he hadnât started thinking about colors like this until he met Sabine. Before he met Sabine, he couldnât have cared less about colors. And he didnât even think it had that much to do with the crush, either. It just⌠It just felt like a natural consequence of living on the same ship as her. Ezra didnât know how else to describe it.)
But there was Sabine, sitting in the open doorway into her cabin, poring over a sketchbook with the ends of her dyed hair partially hiding her face. Perfect opportunity.
âHey,â Ezra said in a smooth voice, or what he hoped was a smooth voice, anyways; it wasnât like he had tons of experience with this kind of thing. âWhatcha doinâ?â
Sabine did not look up at him. Instead, her shoulders tensed, and her hand clenched on the pencil she was holding. After a little while (Ezra wasnât sure how long; he stopped counting after thirty), she said, simply, âSketching.â
Sketching, huh? Okay, he could work with that. Just gotta keep it up with the smooth voice. âOh, sketching? Sooo, what do you draw when you sketch?â
Sabineâs brow furrowed, and there was another long pause before she answered him. âLandscapes, mostly."
âJust landscapes? No people?â
She squeezed her eyes shut and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like âDo we really have to do this again?â In a more normal voice, Sabine told him, âNot right now.â
âOkay, but ânot right nowâ doesnât mean you never have, right?â
ââŚâŚâŚI guess?â
Ezra frowned as he tried to think of something he could say, something that would keep the conversation tied to sketching, and yet still be smooth. It would help, it would definitely help, if he actually knew that much about sketching. As it stood, Ezraâs formal education had ended the night his parents⌠went away, and what education heâd had since then was, asides from what Kanan was teaching him about the Force, completely self-taught. They hadnât gotten to art yet when he was still attending school. Ezra wouldnât be too shocked if you told him the public schools in Capital City just didnât bother teaching students about art, ever. That kind of crappy, half-assed effort was about what Ezra expected from anything related to the public infrastructure of Lothal. Especially considering how long it was taking them to fix the non-functioning parts of the sewers that heâd used to dodge Imperial patrols for how many years now?
Maybe maintenance on public infrastructure being crappy beyond belief wasnât all bad, after all.
Never mind the shoddy state of public infrastructure on Lothal, though. Ezra needed something about sketching, and in the scant seconds between Sabineâs âI guessâ and his reply, he wracked his brains for anything he knew about sketching. Anything that could be smooth.
A half-buried memory of watching a film Old Jho put on at his bar once guided Ezra as he forged ahead. âSo, have you ever done sketching like that one vid?â What had been the name of that film? Heâd left the bar in the middle of the film for reasons he couldnât quite remember, though a few errant noises he half-consciously associated with the film were starting to resurface in his mind. It had been pretty late at night when Old Jho put it on; maybe heâd just been tired. (But somehow, he didnât think that was it.) âLike that one vid with, umm, I think he was called Steele Brightstar?â More of those noises were coming back to him, and Ezra felt a twinge of unease, but he kept on, âYeah, that was the guy. He wasâwhat?â
Sabine had finally looked up from her sketchbook, and the look on her face⌠was less than encouraging. For starters.
âSteele Brightstar?â There was a quality to her voice like she didnât know whether to screech or to laugh. âYou mean Steele Brightstar the porn star?!â
Oh, fuck.
The only thing to do now was to enter immediate damage control, though as sweat began to bead on Ezraâs forehead, he became less and less certain that damage control was even a thing that existed in the galaxy. Ezra had the kind of luck that let him escape life-threatening situations with hardly a scratch, but he didnât have the kind of luck that let him bow out gracefully from a serious social fuck-up.
The explanation was meant to be coherent. Articulate, even. It was meant to be something that could be quickly deployed, like air-dropping an EMP device over a battlefield to deactivate any droids or electronic bombs before running like hell away.
âIuhhhhebbehohisthatwhothatguyisiâmsorryiâmsorrypleasedonâtkillmeââ
It would have been better if the earth had yawned open under his feet and swallowed him up, just to get it over with. Or if he just spontaneously combusted; his face sure felt hot enough for that to be a possibility. What didnât help was when Sabine did something Ezra had never seen or heard her do before, and burst into loud, hysterical laughter.
So the whole situation had devolved into this: Ezra squirming in the hallway, his face practically on fire and his stomach doing backflips like he was gonna be sick at any moment, and Sabine sitting in her doorway doubled over with laughter. Yeah, Ezra would definitely like the universe to just fold in on itself and kill him now. It would have been quicker than what was almost certainly gonna happen once Sabine stopped laughing.
Sabine got to her feet, still laughing. She had been laughing so hard that tears were glittering at the corners of her eyes, and there were patches of color in her cheeks that Ezra might have thought were pretty, if he wasnât currently in mortal terror for his life.
âWhatâs going on?â
And the sound of Hera showing up from the Phantom to see what the racket was all about did not make Ezra any more confident about his chances of getting out of this thing in one piece.
He was at least spared the burden of having to explain himself to Hera by Sabine swallowing down her laughter to say, in a still decidedly unsteady voice, âNothing, Hera. Just the kid shooting his mouth off. Again.â
Now was as good a time to flee as any other, and if Ezra knew anything, he knew when he needed to take advantage of an opening. He saw his opening. He fled.
Behind him, he heard Hera saying, her voice light with a bit of seriousness tinting the edges, âUhh, should I be concerned?â
Ezra didnât stick around long enough to listen to Sabineâs response. He just found a nice, safe air vent to hunker down in until Sabine wasnât angry anymore or the sun exploded and swallowed the ship whole. Whichever came first.
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Okay, so Ezra Bridger didnât know much about flirting. You could hardly blame him, considering all the other things that had been more important to him over the past several years, finding somewhere dry and relatively warm to sleep and finding food enough to keep from starving chief among them. Ezra Bridger didnât know that much about flirting, but he knew a few things about what constituted the limits of good taste. And accidentally referencing a porn star when he was just trying to flirt was so far outside the limits of good taste it wasnât even in the same galaxy as it. He was not coming back from this one, not for a long time at least, and heâd be lucky if Sabine ever spoke to him outside of missions again. Maybe she wouldnât even speak to him during the missionsâheâd seen her signal the others with hand signals before, and might just switch to doing that with him full-time. And then heâd have to explain to the others why Sabine wasnât talking to him anymore, and she had been here longer than him, after all, andâŚ
He was spiraling a bit. He was doing that a lot more often than usual, and he wasnât entirely sure why. He was spiraling, and there was nothing Ezra could actively do to stop itâheâd tried before, and that never worked. It would stop on its own eventually, though the upside-down feeling that accompanied it would take several hours more to dissipate.
Spiraling in an air vent was, well, the air vent was not the best place to spiral. His breathing got harsh and ragged, sometimes, and the sound tended to carry through the whole ship if he was loud enough and huddled in the wrong part of the vents. Kanan and Zeb were still out wherever it was theyâd gone today, and Ezra thought he could sneak back to his cabin if he was quiet enough. Sabine did get pretty wrapped up in her work, after all. Heâd been able to walk up behind her while she was working loads of times without her noticing until heâd started talking.
Ezra was about halfway to his cabin when any hope of heading in there to hide was dashed against the floor, never to get up again.
âHey, kid? You got a minute?â
Ezra took a long, deep breath before turning to face her. She didnât sound angryâat least, she didnât sound like she was on the verge of punching him in the face. But that didnât necessarily mean anything beyond the idea that maybe Sabine was better than he was at hiding when she was angry.
Oh, well, better get it over with. Ezra turned around, and the words were pouring out of his mouth before he could stop them: âOkaylookIâmsorryIswearIdidnâtknowthatguywasapornstarIdidnâtmeanââ
âOkay, okay!â Sabine half-snapped, waving a hand to quiet him. âI want to talk with you, not cave your teeth in.â Somehow, Ezra suspected the conversation could wind up taking a turn like that, if he wasnât careful; the thing with the porn star had been way, way beyond the limits of good taste. âJust follow me.â
And Ezra did follow her, saying nothing until he realized where she was leading him. âThe gangplank?â he asked skeptically.
Sabine just shrugged. âWhy not? Thatâs where every other important conversation on this ship seems to take place.â
Sure. Heâd feel less constrained outside, and while he wasnât sure things would go that far, at least being outside would afford plenty of opportunities to run away.
Wind made the miles-long fields of grass all around the Ghost sway gently as Ezra and Sabine sat down on the gangplank. It might have been picturesque, but the grass was of decidedly uneven lengths and looked like hair on the scalp of a balding man more than it looked like anything elseâno vitality to it at all. Ezra looked over at Sabine decidedly gingerly. She still didnât look properly angry, but heâd be lying if he said she looked particularly happy. Probably better to let her start the conversation.
And it was a long time before Sabine did start the conversation. Her mouth twisted, brow furrowing as if she was trying to decide on what to say. Finally, she sighed and asked, âOkay, how old are you again?â
âUhh, fourteen?â
Sabineâs lips thinned. âOkay. Unless you were literally raised by lothwolves, I think youâre old enough to know better, but letâs just⌠Fine, letâs just talk about this.â She turned at her waist to face him, frowning down. âKid, for the last time, I am not interested in you.â
Well, that did sound pretty final. But just to be sure (and the part of Ezra that knew when he needed to stop pushing his luck was screaming at him not to do this, but he really did need to be sure), âReally?â
âYes, really!â And she really was nearly shouting this time.
âWell, why didnât you say so?â
âBecause the glaring, the eye-rolling, and the refusal to flirt back didnât make it crystal-clear that I wasnât interested in you?â Sabine groaned and drummed her fingers on the gangplank. âBecause while I may not have been raised in a culture that tells women they need to shut up and let men they donât want flirting at them flirt at them to be âpolite,â Iâve spent the last few years in parts of the galaxy that believes that a lot.â She shrugged uncomfortably. âAnd Hera and Kanan wouldnât tell you to back offâKanan wasnât taking it seriously, and Iâm not sure Hera noticedâand I wasnât sure how theyâd react if I started yelling at you.â
Suddenly, Ezra felt more like he was going to be sick than he thought heâd ever been in his life. Thatâs not what I meant, but all that came out was a barely audible âOh.â
As if she hadnât even heard him, Sabine went on, voice a little shaky, âLike, I think it would have been okay. I think?â She looked at him meaningfully. âBut youâre not the only one who feels like theyâre walking on eggshells around the crew sometimes.â
ââŚIâm sorry.â
âYou said that already. So.â Sabine poked Ezra on the shoulder. âJust to make sure everything is crystal clear: Not interested in you. Iâm not interested in guys; Iâm sure as hell not interested in you.â
Well, something had been dashed, though it turned out to be Ezraâs hopes and not his life. Youâve always got to look on the positive side of things, and Ezra supposed that if Sabine was still willing to speak to him at all after all this, there were some positives that could come from this supremely awkward conversation. âOkay, so by ânot interested in guys,â you mean âinterested in girls?ââ
âYes.â
âOkay, just checking, because ânot interested in guysâ could have meant ânot interested in anybody,â and I think Iâve already filled up my jackass quota for the day; I donât wanna check under the lid to see how much Iâve got left.â Yeah, Ezra had already managed to dodge one blaster bolt and come out of it only lightly singed. He had no interest in dancing in front of the barrel of the blaster again. He didnât feel like trying his luck that far.
Sabine leaned back, letting her weight fall on her arms. âI like girls, kid. Just girls, althoughâŚâ She frowned thoughtfully. âI donât know, you canât really tell if someoneâs nonbinary at first glance. I also havenât had a lot of experience with species who donât have the same gender constructs as humans and Twiâleks and⌠I donât actually know anything about gender constructs among the Lasat; Iâve never been sure how Zeb would react if I asked him. And all that tends to vary between planets and cultures. I donât like guys. I definitely donât like guys.â
âWell, there are some pretty girls around Capital City.â Ezra smiled nervously. âIf you want me to introduce youâŚâ
A strange, hoarse sound like a choked-off laugh escaped Sabineâs mouth. ââŚâŚAre you⌠are you volunteering to be my wingman or something?â
ââŚâŚMaayyybbee?â
She did laugh this time, a short, sharp bark of a laugh that rang in the air before dying abruptly. âThanks, but no thanks. If you do wingman like you do flirting, I feel like the only way you could be my wingman is to serve as someone for me to look better than by comparison. Weââ she became more serious ââare like a family on this ship, which makes you and me the kids. Brothers and sisters being each otherâs wingmen is weird, kid.â
âI⌠guess?â But this time, he didnât find any sadness or frustration in him, not even a slight twinge. âWeâre like a family.â Sheâd said it before, but considering the circumstances, Ezra hadnât exactly taken it to heart. But maybe being part of a new family would be nice. Having a sister could be cool.
They sat in silence for a little while, neither willing to talk or to get up and head back inside. The atmosphere had turned almost pleasant, and Ezra didnât want to be the one to spoil it. He didnât want to be the one to spoil a lot of things.
ThenâŚ
âSteele Brightstar? Really?!â
âI didnât know!â
âWhere have you even heard of Steele Brightstar?â
âWell, where have you heard of Steele Brightstar?â
âWe have smuggled a lot of shit in this ship since I joined upââ Sabine made a face ââand as it happens, one of those shipments was a few crates of porn vids. Which we didnât know where porn vids until we watched one of them to figure out what we were smuggling. Hera was pissed, Kanan made a lot of commentary that makes me really wonder about what he did for work before Hera picked him up, and Zeb just kept talking about how weird human anatomy is. Chopper kept complaining about the lighting for some reason. And you didnât answer my question: where have you heard of Steele Brightstar?â She raised an eyebrow expectantly.
At least he had someone to pass the⌠whatever it was (blame or whatever) off onto this time, and quickly. âHey, donât look at me like that. Old Jho had one of Brightstarâs films playing in his bar one time when I went there?â
âWhat?â Sabine all but shrieked. âOh, that is gross! And the barâs a public space, too; doesnât that violate public decency laws or something?â
âThe people who kidnap people to make them work in forced labor camps care about public decency? Thatâs⌠weird.â
âThey usually have pretty weird priorities, but good point. But Old Jho played a porn vid in his bar? Seriously??â
Ezra laughed, partly due to her reaction, partly due to the surfacing memory of his own disbelief and disgust. âYeah, seriously. It was really gross, and this is coming from someone whoâs had to go digging through dumpsters to get food a lot. People like that stuff?â
âNot anyone with good taste.â
âWe have good taste?â
âAagghh.â
Yeah, having an older sister sounded kinda cool.
#Star Wars: Rebels#Fanfic#Fictober18#Ezra Bridger#Sabine Wren#The kids have an awkward conversation#Aka the missing scene where Ezra finally got it through his head that Sabine is not and will never be interested#Also feat. Ezra and Sabine's insecurity and abandonment issues lurking in the distance
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