The Abduction Of Hades - A RubyxChristina Fanfiction

The Perfect Christmas Gift - An Avatrice fanfiction

Hey everyone! Merry Christmas! As a gift to this beautiful fandom I wrote this very fluffy fanction. Here’s an extract and if you’re interested, you can follow the link at the end for the full story!

The market was so crowded Ava could barely see what each little wooden house had to offer. She could smell the mulled wine and waffles and gingerbread every time they came close to a food stand, but otherwise she couldn't tell those who sold jewelry from those who sold paintings. Thankfully, she had taken Mary and Lilith with her. They were tall enough to see the stalls and had no problem pushing people aside to help Ava through.

“Look, this one is pretty,” Mary said, pointing to one of the paintings hung inside the cabin. “She could hang it in her office.”

Ava hummed as she thought.

“I'm not sure...”

Beside them, Lilith rolled her eyes.

“Shall we put it on the list then? With the dozen other ideas you're not sure on?”

Mary clicked her tongue and slapped her arm.

“Be nice.”

“If Ava wanted me to be nice, she wouldn't have brought me out here when there's a crowd and I'm freezing without even buying me alcohol. Ava brought me to be honest and push people aside.”

She turned to Ava.

“Beatrice doesn't need a painting for Christmas. She doesn't need a new fountain pen or a cute frog kettle.”

Ava whined.

“But I don't know what she needs.”

“You're her girlfriend. That is literally your job.”

Mary glared at Lilith, wrapping her arm around Ava's shoulders to pull her away.

“Don't listen to her. Beatrice doesn't need anything because she's happy, and that's all your doing. It doesn't matter what you get her for Christmas, she will like it.”

“No, this has to be perfect. It's our first Christmas together, just the two of us. I will never be able to rival the kind of gifts her parents gave her.”

Mary shook her gently as if it would bring her bubbly disposition back.

“And you don't have to. Her parents were just trying to buy her forgiveness. You have nothing to worry about. Whatever you get her, I promise you, she will be pleased.”

“Oh look,” Lilith said, prompting Ava to stop and turn, and Mary to follow her.

She was pointing toward a small stall stuck between a wooden cabin and reindeers made out of light. It was protected from the cold only by a plastic roof on metal legs. Two large cages had been set up at the front, and puppies were playing inside. The shelter workers stood around them, chatting up the parents of children who had also spotted the puppies.

It wasn't long before Ava had pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of the puppy pens, her hand reaching out and retracting in hesitation. One of the puppy reached up and licked her hand and she giggled. Mary and Lilith caught up a moment later, just as Ava had began to pet a chubby white puppy.

“Beatrice would hate me if I brought one home,” she said with disappointment.

“Who doesn't like a surprised puppy?” Lilith replied, her voice dripping with irony.

“I hate to agree with Lilith, but for once she's right. I don't think Beatrice would appreciate if you came back with a puppy.”

Ava pouted, but stood out of her crouch with a sigh of resignation.

“Back to searching, I guess.”

Link to the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43832500

Past and Present Song - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here comes the final story in the Wolf, the Wren and their Cub series! Here is the beginning and the link to the full first half of the story will be at the end!

It took six years to clear out the rubble of Sundari. Droids had to be rented from the New Republic to safely dismantle the taller buildings that loomed over the city, including what remained of the dome. The city was still regrowing, but Bo-Katan did not want to wait to clear out the ruins of the other cities. So, in the summer before she enrolled at Lothal’s Junior Academy of Arts and Sciences, Uschi volunteered to help clear out the ruins of Keldabe.

She hadn’t exactly volunteered. It was more like a requirement to finally be added to the Song. Sabine thought she was ready to receive her armor and taker her oath, but she also thought Uschi needed to spend more time around other Mandalorians. So, she was joining a group of kids also about to receive their armor for their summer program, which consisted of forging – or in her case reforging – their armor and clearing out what remained of Keldabe.

Uschi’s team had been dispatched in the city’s seventh quadrant, where the buildings had been ponded to the ground and nothing loomed above them, unlike in other parts of the city. They had been given shovels, but the bigger pieces usually required two or three of the pre-teens to work together. Delia, in her tall loader body, thrived here. She picked up the bigger pieces with ease and carried them to the truck as if they were made of foam.

“They should make Delia an honorary Mandalorian,” Lae said as the droid walked past her.

“Yeah, they should give her the armor instead of Uschi,” Eagis joked. “She’s been twiddling her thumbs over there.”

Uschi glared at him. She decided to teach him a little lesson. She reached out her hand and Force lifted five large pieces of ruble, including the one Eagis had been dragging on his own.

“Uschi,” Axe warned her.

Uschi lowered the rubble back to the ground. They had been agreed that she wouldn’t be using the Force, and would use her hands like everyone. Of course, she was still using the Force to carry the rubble with her hands, but no one needed to know that.

To Think of Time - AHS Coven/Apocalypse fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new AHS fanfiction, an AU in which Mallory is Cordelia and Misty’s daughter and she travels back in time to warn them of Michael’s coming. Full link to the story at the end.

For a second, she was transparent, absolutely see-through, incapable of breathing properly. Then, Time caught up. She took a deep breath and cleared the tears out of her eyes. She was shocked they had traveled with her, clinging to her cheeks even through the dark waters of time. She looked around. She was standing right in front of the gates. The night was dark, moonless. The streetlights didn't seem powerful enough to keep the darkness at bay, yet they were also too bright to allow any stars to shine.

Mallory shivered. She wondered what month it was, what year. She strengthened her hold on the ring nestled in her palm. She'd focused so much on 2015, but what if it wasn't 2015? What if she was too late, or too early?

Mallory placed a hand on the gate. She could feel the energy radiating from it. A spell had been placed on it, she knew. She sat down against the cold stone pillar, her back leaning against the gate. She was glad she'd been wearing the shawl her mom had given her. She folded her legs against her chest and wrapped the shawl over her entire body.

A long shiver took over her being. She sniffed, trying to hold the tears at bay. It was impossible to get the images out of her mind. Every time she blinked, they came back to the front of her mind. So much blood and death. So much desolation.

Pulling the shawl even closer to herself, Mallory slid the ring her mother had lent to her on her ring finger. If only they'd had something of his, some hair, a finger, she could have traveled to him directly. Deal with him herself. But he was miles away, and she had nothing, only the clothes on her back. She was going nowhere without her mother's help.

Cordelia, she chastised herself. Call her by her name, Cordelia. She couldn't let anyone know the truth. Mallory let out a shaky breath. The task ahead of her seemed impossible. Everyone's life rested on her shoulders. How could she carry such a weight? And what would happen if she failed?

The screams of her witch sisters still rang in her ears. The desperate pleas of her mom telling her to go, run, twisted into a horrible scream when the fires of hell themselves took over her body. Her mother giving her one last kiss before disappearing out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Her voice seemed so far, and yet so strong, each word etched into Mallory's mind. Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion, motherfucker. She'd never heard her mother swear like that. Mallory wanted to smile with pride, but the words had followed the strongest feeling she'd ever felt. Like she was breathing for the first time, but also the deepest, strongest, most heartbreaking despair she'd ever felt. It was still there, lodged in her chest like a ball of spikes, clinging to her heart.

Mallory took one shaky breath and bundled closer under her shawl. Morning should come soon, and then everything would be fine. She knew it would be.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23243083/chapters/55653586

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At Last - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have a short fluffy one-shot for you today, before the marathon that Wolfwren week is going to be! Here is the beginning and if you want to read more the link will be at the end!

As Shin stepped into the bathroom, Sabine was already under the shower, one arm out as she felt the lukewarm water heating up. Shin was feeling out of sorts. They rarely showered together. It might seem strange. Their relation was so physical, but for some reason, they almost never shared a shower. When Sabine had asked her if she wanted to shower, Shin had thought for a second that it was a poorly veiled attempt at seducing her. But Sabine hadn’t seemed like she had an ulterior motif.

Shin was still pondering the situation as she undressed, her back to the shower. She couldn’t place that sudden nervous tension beneath her ribs. They had been dating for a while, she had seen Sabine naked plenty of time, and vice versa. There was something else that unsettled her. Still, she tried to ignore it. The shower was steaming now, and the bathroom was fogging up.

Once undressed, she opened the shower door and slid inside. It was a tight fit. Shin kept her arms wrapped around her chest. It would be impossible to move without knocking into Sabine, or the shower door, or the tray with all the bottles in the corner. She couldn’t even stand under the showerhead properly, as half of the water cascaded over her waist. Shin was about to say that it had been a bad idea, that the shower was too cramp, and she would wait until Sabine was done to wash herself. Then, Sabine turned around.

“Hi, there.”

She smiled at her that bright smile, like a crescent moon in the night sky. Shin remained rooted on the spot. If Sabine wanted to take a cramp shower, she would cooperate.

Sabine, ever perceptive, noticed the line of tension over Shin’s shoulders. She placed her hands on her arms. Shin felt the pads of her fingers press softly over the little scars there.

“Are you okay?”

“Just... cold,” Shin lied.

I Would Do It Again (If I Could Hold You for a Minute) - a Wolfwren fanfiction

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

What Is It That Stays My Hand Now? - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with another multichapter story! This one is a canon divergence AU where Shin became Asajj Ventress' apprentice and Sabine became Fennec Shand's apprentice. As the two bounty hunters keep meeting, so do our girls. Here is an extract from the first chapter and if you want to read all of it, the link will be at the end!

Whatever conversation the thugs were having with the little girl was interrupted when the sound of Ventress’ boots echoed around them. The three thugs turned back to see her emerging from the shadow.

“Are you going to kill a child for a handful of screws?” she asked.

“Is she yours?” the thug holding the girl asked.

“She’s not. Call me a concerned bounty hunter.”

“She stole from our stash. Nobody steals from the Bolts. Nobody.”

“Ain’t that what bounty hunters do anyhow?” another thug told her, failing to be intimidating. “Hunting down thieves?”

Ventress stood in front of them, arms crossed. The kid looked at her with pleading eyes, green and bright with tears. Ventress would never let anyone call her soft, but she supposed that she must have mellow, at least a little, to be invested in the fate of this girl. She blamed Vos for most of it, and Omega, more or less.

“Put the kid down. Let her go. Take your screws and get lost.”

“No, we gotta teach her a lesson,” the lead thug insisted.

“You’ve spooked her enough. Let her go.”

“This is none of your business.”

Ventress did not move, but her refusal to walk away was enough for the thugs. The leader motioned for her with his head, and the other two converged on her, fists raised. Ventress sighed. They were going to regret it.

The first thug closed in on her with a punch. She dodged it with ease and kneed him in the stomach. Before he could recover, she grabbed his arm and dislocated it out of his shoulder. He fell to the ground crying. The second thug stepped back as he became more hesitant to attack. He glanced at his boss who huffed and threw the girl at his feet to motion for Ventress again.

“What are you waiting for?” he told his companion.

Reluctantly, the second thug charged her. She avoided his punch too and kicked his knee, snapping the patella in half. He hit the ground with a yelp, holding his broken leg. Ventress turned to the third thug, who pulled out a blaster on her. She was unimpressed, until he pointed the blaster at the girl’s head.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65038186/chapters/167232250

Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - Part 2 begins!

Hey everyone! As promised I have returned with the beginning of the other half of my Priory of the Orange Tree AU! Here’s the beginning of the new chapter and the link to the whole thing is at the end!

They had sailed past the Quarl Bay and left its golden shores earlier in the week. With every passing day the boat circled away from Carscaro, around the Albatross Point and toward the Swan Strait. With every passing day Ava's spirit seem to improve. Soon they would be out of sight of Yscalin entirely, and Beatrice suspected she might be back to her usual self by then.

Their days on the boat had not been spent idly. Neither Beatrice nor Camila had relented their training of Ava – though Camila had had to stop her archery training after Ava had almost stabbed one of the sailors with an arrow. The sight of Ava fighting Beatrice and Beatrice pushing her back at every turn had become quite usual on the ship, to the point that no one even batted an eye when Ava was thrown on the deck. Neither did Ava care either.

Beatrice threw her off with ease and she landed on the wood hard, the air being thrown out of her body. A moment later, the halo healed whatever bruise would have formed. She waited until its light had receded to sit up. Beatrice stood above her still, arms still up as if she expected Ava to attack her right away. Ava was too out of breath. She would rather sit there and look up at her protector, a single strand of hair falling out of her serious bun and on the side of her face, forehead gleaming under the sunlight. She looked expectedly down at her, brown eyes hard to decipher.

“Break,” Ava called, finally.

Beatrice relaxed, her entire frame sinking an inch, though she remained straight as an arrow.

“Wasn't your last break ten minutes ago?”

“Actually,” Camila pipped up from her seat in the shadow of the mast, “it was two hours ago, give or take.”

She glanced back at the sun, hand over her eyes, then gave a nod. Beatrice held out her hand to help Ava up. Ava accepted it gratefully, and pushed herself back up.

“Your stamina has improved significantly,” Beatrice commented.

“Is that a compliment?” Ava replied, a pleased smile on her lips.

“It's a fact. Now if your fighting capabilities could only match your enthusiasm, I would feel more at ease with our arrival in Brygstad next week.”

Full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/111459781

Wolfwren fanfiction posting schedule

Hello everyone! I decided to make a little schedule for all the wolfwren fics I will be posting on AO3 in the days to come, because I have quite a few one-shots in my folder that need posting. If any of these fics sound interesting to you then you can check out my AO3 account here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/WhiteravenGreywolf

Saturday 4th November: Wolfwren High School AU part 2 (aka the sequel to my Halloween fic "Now is the Time")

Tuesday 7th November: Sequel to "The Injury of Finally Knowing You"

Thursday 9th November: Wolfwren High School AU part 3

Saturday 11th November: The Speeder Bike Race

Tuesday 14th November: The Art Gallery AU

Saturday 18th November (hopefully): A new multi-chapter fic

I always post a link to the fics when I upload them on AO3 so be on the lookout for them! I hope to see you soon!

An Evening Race - a Wolfwren fanfiction

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