One of these days when you have time I’d love to hear you gush on what you love about sokabine. I’m in those leiabine mines myself but I’d love to get sold on the ship. 🚢
Gods, you want to hear me gush about Sokabine?! You want me to try and sell you on this ship?!
Heck, I'm going to get totally shut down by the purity police for this. But you asked for it, so ye have been warned!
Firstly, I have to say, this ship didn't even really cross my viewport until I saw the first episode of the Ahsoka series. I'd watched the trailer, I'd seen Rebels, TCW, all the Mando episodes, and it still wasn't really registering in my brain.
Until THIS MOMENT:
Despite all the suggestions of the falling out between the two from when we last saw them at the end of Rebels S4 to now, I was not expecting this kind of tension!
The body language (okay, Ahsoka always likes to cross her arms, 10/10 to Ro for continuing characterisation) - but they're both in defensive stances, closed off with their arms folded. Sabine's got a slight side-on stance as if she's ready to run away (even though she chose to be there) like she's expecting to be hurt again. They try to look everywhere else until they had no choice but to look at each other, yet when they do allow themselves to finally look at each other, it's with a heaviness like they can't look away again. The small talk Sabine makes with Azadi and Huyang, she's just buying time before giving into the fact that she has to talk to Ahsoka. The silence that holds as they just look at each other.
Fuck, it spoke to my very soul. It was an ex-girlfriends meeting again for the first time since their break-up years ago scene, I'll die on this hill.
Everything thereon just seemed to solidify it for me. Sabine following Ahsoka back onto the T-6 (which would have been Sabine's home for however long her first attempt at her apprenticeship went for).
The ship was immaculate. Almost devoid of any signs of life. And yet...
...there's a bunch of Sabine's doodles and drawings in one of the bunks. It seems so out of place on such a clean ship! And for such a breakdown in 'friendship', it's an odd sentiment and reminder to keep, especially in the sleeping quarters.
The conversation that followed, sitting on opposite sides of the table like that, with the vague, probing questions ("So where do you call home these days?"), the long looks, the unspoken pain. It was so perfect. I could just feel Sabine's competing feelings of hurt and hope oozing from her.
I could be here all day going through all the different times that I was sitting mouth-agape at my screen from all the exes-who-aren't-over-each-other moments I was seeing, but I'll try and narrow it down to a few.
Firstly, Ahsoka bolting to rescue Sabine, ignoring Shin with the map who was right there and sprinting to her wounded (ex) padawan's. Lightsaber wounds are self-cauterising; she totally could have left Sabine to be taken of by Huyang and chased down Shin instead, but then we wouldn't have had a show then, I guess?
Next, Ahsoka seems to enjoy checking out her padawan (and particularly her padawan's butt) too regularly to just be coincidence.
(Credit to @reeveskryze for the above gif!)
And don't forget the small but so very gay little hand touches...
In fact, I couldn't believe that whole scene at the start of episode three was real. I felt like I had just spied on something very private and intense.
And by the end, I was melted on the floor too, same as Sabine.
Then, there was that Force connection. Their relationship has been on ice for years, they're in a foreign galaxy, and Sabine's shown about as much Force potential as a sandwich, and yet they managed to achieve this?!?!
Then, after everything she's put herself through (including a lot of self-loathing over the decisions she's made), Sabine chooses to stay with Ahsoka in Peridea. And the look of joy Ahsoka gives her at realising Sabine's decision.
I doubt I've onboarded many people from my word and gif-vomits. It seems to be a ship you either see and vibe with from the start, or it just sails straight past you. I'll spare you from my rant about the lack of Sokabine-shipping in the fandom, or the general lack of Ahsoka-shipping since she was cast as a woman of colour. That's a whole other thing to get me cancelled for. 😂🫣
Anywho, I'm sure that's enough of my gushing. Thank you for entertaining my brainworms.
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Ahsoka x Sabine (sokabine) ✰ inspired by these iconic lesbian posts (x x x) ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only reblog or interact if you love trans & nb women
Pairing: Ahsoka Tano/Sabine Wren
Characters: Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano
Warnings/Tags: Master/Padawan relationship, literal sleeping together, Sabine Wren Has ADHD, Nightmares, First Kiss, Sabine Wren Needs A Hug, Ahsoka Tano Needs A Hug
Summary: “I left to save everyone!” “Everything I did was for Family! For Mandalore!” “You’ve done enough” Her fingers curled around the Mandalorian’s wrist, a slow, deep inhale leaving the Togruta as she listened. “Maybe you should tell her that,” “She isn’t the one who needs to hear it right now,”
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ao3 link: here!
“I left to save everyone!” The nightmares were louder than usual, tonight. Ahsoka’s own mood was certainly not helping, not with the ghosts of the clones that should have been sitting around that table with her. When she listened closely, she could still hear Fives telling a joke with Jesse, though, the Mandalorian’s night troubles got in the way of her old friends and the accusations in dead eyes.
“Everything I did was for Family! For Mandalore!” Ahsoka pushed herself off of the bench, her long forgotten mug of caff left to fade away with her vode as she stepped towards the bunk room. The door slid open with a soft hiss to reveal Sabine’s twitching body, eyes clamped shut, sweat clinging to her brow, and lips moving in echoes of the words that sang out in the force so strongly.
Her hand reached out, the terrors shifting the closest her hand got to the clammy wrist tossed over the sheets. “You’ve done enough” Her fingers curled around the Mandalorian’s wrist, a slow, deep inhale leaving the Togruta as she listened. “Maybe you should tell her that,” “She isn’t the one who needs to hear it right now,”
“Sabine,” Ahsoka’s voice, like a lighthouse in a storm, reached out to Sabine. Golden eyes snapped open with a gasp, the younger woman moving to throe herself out of the bunk, though she was stopped by Ahsoka’s hand on her forehead, thankfully preventing their foreheads from colliding, or from Ahsoka’s own head getting bashed up against the bottom of her own bunk.
“ ‘soka,” Sabine’s voice was thick with sleep, confusion in her tone as her clammy hand reached, twisting from the loop of Ahsoka’s fingers to instead grasp at the older woman’s forearm, steadying herself against the stability offered.
“Are you alright?” Ahsoka knew the question was null, knew that Sabine wasn’t alright, and probably wouldn’t be, until they worked out whatever was going on with them. That until Ezra was home, she may never be alright again.
Her eyes slid shut as she processed her own feelings, when the turmoil rose up once more, the Mandalorian’s grip on her forearm would tighten, until eventually, her hand released entirely, falling softly back onto the bedsheets. “I’m fine,” Rubbing at her eyes, Sabine glanced around the cabin, peering past Ahsoka’s shoulder to view the table just in view. “Thought you said we needed rest for this one,”
Ahsoka’s lips pulled into a tight smile. “I was just saying goodnight,” Her back straightened as she ducked from under Sabine’s bunk and back into the crew quarters. Even with the door sliding shut, Ahsoka could feel her Padawan’s eyes on her as she moved about the cabin, dumping cold caff and washing the mug out before retracting the table. If she stayed to watch until each latch clicked into place, that was her business.
The pair did not speak again until long after Ahsoka had hauled herself up into her bunk and gotten as comfortable as she could be. Sabine’s restlessness truly was a drain on her own capabilities. “Sabine, you need to be quiet,” She called in as soft a voice as her mild annoyance could muster.
“I know, I know,” The Mandalorian grunted, growling at her pillow as if it had personally offended her as she rolled over for the hundredth time.
“Not with your body, young one, with your mind,” Ahsoka could feel Master Sinube speaking through her, could feel the ghost of her own irritation at the words spoken as she’d heard them decades ago.
“It’s not happening,” Sabine said once five minutes of jittery, charged silence had passed.
Shoving her covers to the side, Ahsoka dropped silently onto the cold floor of the bunk room. “Scooch over,” She ordered, sliding herself into the warm spot next to the Mandalorian once space was made. It was certainly cramped, though Ahsoka was fine dangling half off the bed once she was settled.
Already, there was a significant change in the output into the force from her force sensitive companion, their backs pressed together just enough that Sabine could feel the hear from the warm blooded Togruta.
This pattern would continue long past the edge that one would deem typical for a master and a padawan, at least, on the surface. Ahsoka knew that looking deeper into the relationships shared between the pairs across the timeline, she would find many who started to… feel.
Sabine’s feelings had not been subtle in the slightest, and Ahsoka had truly tried to dissuade them. Unfortunately, trying to throw the Mandalorian off the scent was more difficult than hunting Morgan Elsbeth in the first place.
Their routine turned from backs pressed together, to crammed tighter into the bed to stare at the glow in the dark star system Sabine had tacked to the top of the bunk, to the multicolor haired woman curled up entirely into Ahsoka’s side. When Sabine grew into the habit of curling a fist around Ahsoka’s lek, the Togruta had officially ran out of ideas or options.
She couldn’t deny that not being alone had been... better. She’d gotten more sleep than she had since the piles of clones she’d find herself dragged into, or even aboard Bo-Katan Kryze’s gauntlet, wrapped into the Mandalorian Princess’s sheets. Sidious’s voice, Pamde’s funeral, the Tribunal, they’d all stopped hanging over her like a thick, noxious cloud, the burdens had grown lighter to carry, with Sabine’s interference of her ‘brooding hour’.
Sabine started to mellow out more too, the nightmares were still there, but they hadn’t been bad, not as bad as the lightsaber marks that were still scorched into the other side of bunks across the small compartment. One set, made with a green saber and the reminder of a blue skinned man, the other, made with twin blades of white, with the ghost of a mechanical wheeze as her target.
Training was still rocky between the two women, one, whose feelings were so clear, and the other, who wanted to lock herself away and focus on the needs of the galaxy, dancing around each other in the game of push and pull. Sabine gave her all, but Ahsoka only offered so little of herself in turn, questions would be answered with pursed lips and vague answers, before the older force sensitive would disappear for the rest of the day.
“What’s really going on?” Sabine snapped as she stepped into the bunkroom the moment Ahsoka had finished dressing. A gloved finger found Ahsoka’s chest and pushed, until the cool durasteel of the wall was meeting her back and she was staring down at a very angry looking Mandalorian. “You keep avoiding me, and… and keeping things from me!”
Ahsoka’s hands stayed at her sides, her expression neutral as the Mandalorian ran through her list of accusations. “Perhaps one day, you may find the answer in your training,” Ahsoka offered vaguely.
There was a flash of anger and a warning in the force before the Mandalorian moved. Instead of a fist being thrown her way, pale fingers reached out to grab her chin. Sabine’s tone turned cold and condescending. “Listen, Master,”
Ahsoka did not wait to see how she planned on continuing. Her hand raised then to bat the hand off her chin before she was angling her head down. Apparently, Sabine had either felt her intentions in the force, or her tangent was leading to the same conclusion, their lips met halfway like a tsunami. Ahsoka was calm, slow, and calculating against the press of Sabine’s bullheadedness, her teeth scraping the older woman’s lower lip as her hand dropped to curl around Ahsoka’s Lek as if they were laying together in bed.
At the brush of Sabine’s fingers against her lek, the woman reached to press on her shoulder, lowering the Mandalorian from where she’d risen onto her tip toes. Sabine followed her instruction, for once, pulling away as she was guided.
The older woman’s hand rose to the side of Sabine’s cheek, watching as the red cheeked woman leaned into it. “I know that trust is hard for you to come by,”
“If you’re about to say-“Sabine was cut off by Ahsoka’s thumb pressing against her lip. There was a moment of slow deliberation and a furrow in her brows, before the Mandalorian parted her lips and took Ahsoka’s thumb between her lips.
Shutting her eyes and searching for control, Ahsoka found the strength she needed to continue in the Force. “You need to trust me, Sabine,” The flat of the woman’s tongue pressed against pad of her thumb, and she pressed down to keep the muscle from moving again. “If I’m keeping something from you, it is not yet safe for you to know. Or perhaps, I am merely waiting for you to strengthen your abilities to search for the answers yourself. Do you understand?”
Ahsoka pulled her thumb from reluctant lips, though she did still brush her thumb across the woman’s bottom lip, interested in the flat bridges of teeth exposed each time she moved. “Trust goes both ways, you know,” The woman’s words sounded off, what with not being able to press her lips together, but she s=understood the message.
“Then perhaps that is something we will need to work on together,” Her free hand moved to grasp the steadying hand the Mandalorian had placed against the wall at her side.
“You’re not going to make this one easy on me either, then?” Sabine’s head turned enough to allow Ahsoka’s hand to fall loosely to her side once more.
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Ahsoka’s expression softened in a way Sabine hadn’t seen in a long time—maybe ever. “Do you know how hard it’s been? Letting myself get attached this much? Letting you in?”
Written for Sokabine Week 2025. Prompt: First Kiss
Gorgeous little AO3 piece by an anonymous author 💜💙🤍
