Miracle Force Baby - A Wolfwren Fanfiction

Office Work - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the sequel to last week's one-shot, "Casual" that everyone was asking about! Here is the begining and if you'd like to read the rest, you will find the link at the end.

“You have an appointment at 10:30 tomorrow, so don’t be late.”

Sabine frowned. She tugged the phone against her ear using her shoulder then flipped through her schedule.

“Er… no, I have a flight at 9.”

“I reassigned it to someone else.”

Sabine’s frown only deepened. Shin had promised her that she would not use her position to mess with Sabine’s, even if it meant they couldn’t see each other all the time when Sabine was flying far away.

“Why?”

“You told me you had ideas you wanted to share with my father. So, I got you an appointment with him.”

Sabine’s eyes grew wide. While she had a few suggestions, at best, she didn’t think they were worth an appointment with her boss.

“Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

A pause. Then, Shin replied, with a slight confusion:

“You do have ideas, right?”

“I mean, yeah, a few.”

Shin sighed.

“Doesn’t really matter anyway.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s… well, he saw us at Bounty last week and he wanted to meet you. I told him you had some ideas to share but I’m sure it’s less about that and more about meeting you.”

Sabine pursed her lips. They had been dating for three months now, and while everything was going great, she hadn’t expected to meet Shin’s father – her boss – so soon.

“Is it going to be a problem?”

“No, no… I guess he’s just curious.”

Kiss the Hills for me, just once (then - I am ready to go) - A MaryShannon fic

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s the beginning of my new short and bittersweet fic! It’s Mary and Shannon, it’s canon compliant, and it’s their last evening together... If you want to read the whole story the link is at the end!

Shannon was ten when she first entered a confessional booth, in preparation for her first communion. She had no great sin to confess but a great many questions about God and Jesus which her local priest, in his benevolent patience,was kind enough to answer as best as he could. When she asked him who he spoke to when he had to confess something, the voice on the other side of the screen had come as chuckle:

"Well, I speak to God quite often. I know that He will always be here to listen. But when I do need advice, I seek out one of my fellow priests."

Some fifteen years later, Shannon still thought about that conversation, as she finally came to empathise with the older man. Though she prayed often for guidance, she always seeked out Mary for advice. Which made it all the stranger when Shannon began to keep things to herself. Mother Superion could tell. The other sister warriors could tell. And most of all, Mary could tell.

She had tried all she could think of to breach the subject. Talking about it in public hadn't worked. Talking about it in private had made the Warrior Nun clam up even more. So Mary had given up, which was quite unlike her. Even Lilith had teased her about it. Mary had glared at her and explained that Shannon would talk once she was ready. She truly hoped it would be tonight.

For a few years now, they'd started a routine on every Thursday night. If they weren't out in the field, then the two of them disappeared on Mary's motorcycle for a few hours. All sorts of rumors had started swirling up from their little escapade. Some of the sisters thought they were wandering the streets, beating up bad guys like two vigilantes. Others thought they rented a motel room – or, more luxuriously a hotel room, or better yet they had their own small apartment – where they could have really hot and loud sex away from the convent. Mary couldn't blame the sisters for all these stupid rumors. She and Shannon were so tight-lipped about what they did that she understood their curiosity. But this was their special thing, a Mary and Shannon alone thing, and neither would ever reveal what they were up to.

That evening, as Mary leaned against her motorcycle, holding her helmet in her hands, she almost thought Shannon wasn't going to come. It wasn't like they had a set time when they should leave, but they never met more than a couple of minutes apart, as if they could sense the other's eagerness to leave. She checked her phone again for the time. Footsteps echoed on the pavement. She looked up and spotted Shannon coming toward her at a hurried pace.

"I was beginning to think you'd stood me up," Mary shouted at her, partly as a joke and partly to her release her own nervousness.

"I'm sorry. I was with Father Vincent and Mother Superion, putting the final touches on tomorrow's mission."

Mary was quick to brush the subject of the next day's mission aside. This was their special night, which meant no work-related talk.

"I'll forgive you only if we leave in the next minute and a half."

FULL STORY HERE: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46334560

Scars Will Heal - A CindyxAlice fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back with a new story! This is a canon divergence story where Alice and Cindy both survived the night at Camp Nightwing and are now determined to break the witch’s curse. Here’s an extract of the first chapter, and I will be updating three times a week. If you want to read more, the link to the full story will be at the end! Enjoy!

In early October, when the air would shake the last of its summer heat, it wasn't unusual to awaken to thick fog. The low clouds covered all of Shadyside for hours, and driving for even the smallest of errands became dangerous, at best. By midday, however, when the lunch break rang through the school, the fog would be gone. As the sun rose in the sky, the fog would disperse, layer by layer, so that by the time Cindy left her last morning class, only a few wisps of pale mist clung to the sidewalk.

This was what waking up in the hospital felt like, Cindy found. The heavy fog over her mind lifted, layer by layer. First, the sounds. Obnoxious, regular beeping nearby had woken her up, and for a moment, she thought it was her alarm clock. Then muted voices:

"I told him, 'Beddy, you can't just give those to kids like their candies.' I swear, one day he's gonna be in trouble, and I'll be there to say 'I told you so.'"

Sensations returned soon after, and Cindy remembered she had a body. But it was heavy, and she struggled to move even a finger. She knew she was laying down on something too soft, sinking into it a bit more with every passing second. She feared she would disappear into it completely if she didn't do anything to move. But as she tried, the pain returned. It erupted from the center of her chest and radiated over her entire body. Every breath felt like an ax to the chest.

Memories came flooding back, and Cindy's eyes opened with panic. Camp Nightwing, the trip to the witch's house, the tunnels, Tommy... She choked but realized a moment later it wasn't because of the sadness closing her throat and filling her eyes with tears. There was a tube in her throat, bringing air to her lungs, forcing her to breathe. It prevented her from speaking. She tried to reach for it when she felt a hand grabbing her own.

Her mother was leaning over her, looking somewhat more put together and yet more disheveled than usual.

"It's alright, Cindy, you're okay. You're in the hospital, you're okay."

Cindy wanted to scream that she wasn't okay, but she could only gag on the tube as she tried.

"Don't move, I'll go get a nurse."

Her mother left the room, and Cindy tried to calm herself. She was in the hospital, she was fine. She tried to take a deep, slow breath, following the rhythm of the loud ventilator beside her. New pain flared up with every breath, and exhaling wasn't any better. She remembered the ax hitting her square in the chest, but she couldn't move her head enough to see even the edge of a bandage.

Her mother returned a moment later with two nurses in tow.

"You weren't supposed to be awake yet," one of the nurses said, although Cindy had a feeling it wasn't addressed to her.

Together, they pulled the tube out of Cindy's throat. Despite the morphine floating through her bloodstream and the gentleness of the nurses, Cindy still felt like her throat was peeled from the inside. She gagged on the tube again, and every heave of her chest irradiated more pain over her ribs. When finally the tube was out, Cindy rubbed her sore jaw. A thin tube was wrapped around her ears and beneath her nose.

"The doctor will be with you in a moment," one of the nurses said. "Can I get you anything?"

"Water," Cindy huffed out with a broken voice.

She'd hoped the water would smooth the sandpaper feel of her throat. However, swallowing even the smallest amount of water made her want to scream. So she took sips every so often, hoping this one would be the one that wouldn't hurt, and being disappointed every time.

Once she felt she could speak again, she turned to her mother, who'd seated in the cozy hospital chair once more.

"Where's Ziggy?"

FULL STORY HERE

Announcing Star Wars: The Crimson Comet

Hello everyone! Although I've spoken about it on AO3 in the notes of my last Wolfwren story, I still wanted to make an official Tumblr announcement. Starting next week on the 1st of June, and every Sunday this coming summer, I will be posting my own fan-made Star Wars novel!

All of you who have read through my series "The Life of the Wolf, the Wren, and their Cub" have known for a while that I've been working on this. When I started this series last year, I had no idea that I would become so absorbed in this AU, or that so many of you would keep asking for more and more stories with Uschi Wren-Hati.

Here is what I can say for now: The story is set in 34 ABY, just as Leia sends out people to search for her brother Luke. While Uschi and her crew intend to help, they soon find themselves on their own quest to stand in the way of the Force Order, one that forces Uschi to confront her terrible origins...

While I don't want to reveal anymore, I thought I'd leave with a handful of no-context spoilers. I'm excited to hear your guesses and I hope to see you all next Sunday for the first chapter!

Wild Night - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new fanfiction in which Ruby and Christina meet on Valentine’s Day. If you want to read the whole thing, the link to the full story will be at the end! I hope you enjoy!

Ruby hated Valentine's Day. It wasn't always the case, but years of disappointing boyfriends and nights alone had run her enjoyment for lovers' day very thin. At this point, she wanted nothing more than to be left alone and spend the evening on her couch, eating ice cream and watching some dumb rom-com on TV. But of course, Leti had to meddle.

Come seven p. m., Ruby was standing in a large kitchen, getting ready for a singles-only cooking class. She cursed her sister again. All the participants were standing near the door, awkwardly waiting for the teacher. There were a few tall guys and a few nice girls, although Ruby didn't care much. So long as they weren't too talkative and let her be for the next two hours, it wouldn't be too bad. She could go home afterward and proceed with her night as planned.

The door opened and a woman wearing a navy blue apron with her name stitched in the corner walked in. Julia, it said. Julia smiled at the gathering crowd of students.

"Good evening everyone! My name is Julia and I'll be your teacher for tonight's class. I think we're only missing a few participants. I suggest we get started by finding you each a partner to work with."

She picked up what looked like a cocktail shaker on the table and shook it. When she opened it, the group saw small slips of papers inside.

"Who wants to start?"

One of the guys shrugged and stepped forward. He pulled out a name and read it out loud. The lucky winner, Kate, raised her hand as if she were embarrassed by her own name, and together the new pair walked up to the first work table. Another man stepped forward and he pulled out a guy's name. Together they took the table behind the first pair. Julia agitated the shaker as if it would mix up the papers even more and offered to let one of the girls pick. She pulled out a man's name, and they took the third table. Then, she turned to Ruby.

Ruby pursed her lips, holding in a complaint. She reached inside the shaker. She snatched the first paper she found. She unfolded it and read the name, first in her mind, as she let it sink in, then finally aloud.

"Christina?"

She looked up. No one had stepped forward or raised a hand.

"She must be late," Julia said. "You can take the fourth table, I'm sure she'll be here any minute."

Ruby did as she was instructed. Of course, she would pull the name of someone who wasn't there. She came to stand by the fourth table, at the back of the class. She found two aprons neatly folded on the table. She took off her coat and scarf and hung them on the hook on the wall behind her. It seemed someone else was alone at the front of the class. Ruby figured if their partners didn't arrive in time, Julia would pair them up.

The door opened just as the last pair was sent to their table, and a man walked inside. Ruby frowned. It couldn't be Christina, could it? But no, it was Sebastian, who worked with Debbie at the front of the class. Julia turned to Ruby and asked:

"Are you okay starting on your own? I'm sure your partner will be here shortly."

It wasn't like Ruby could say no. Instead, she shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, it's no problem."

FULL STORY HERE

First chapter drops tomorrow so be ready ;)

I'm in the middle of writing a book but Netflix has forced my hand, so who's ready for an Avatrice Priory of the Orange Tree AU fanfic?

Angels Like You Can’t Fly Down Here - an Avatrice fanfiction (in Space)

Hey everyone! Here’s an extract from the first part of my new fic, where Ava is a pilot/smuggler taking a job for the OCS. It’s all very angsty (but with a happy ending). If you enjoy the link to the full story is at the end!

There was a time when Ava used to like this song. That was the reason why she had thought it would be a good idea to set it as her alarm. Now, she hated that song. It blared in every room of her small ship, much louder than it had any reason to be. Her head was pounding with the base. She opened her eyes a crack and found far too much light on the other side. She forced them shut once more.

“Michael,” she mumbled, but it sounded like a shout to her. “Michael, turn it off.”

“I'm sorry, Ava, I'm afraid I can't do that,” the ship's AI answered. “You told me to keep playing your alarm until you were awake, and to wake you before ten.”

“What time is it?” she asked, her dried tongue struggling with every word.

“9:59.”

She let out a sound, half a sigh of resignation and half a groan of pain, and sat up, her eyes still partially closed.

“Alright, I'm awake. I'm awake. You can turn that shit off.”

Finally, blessedly, the music came to a stop. Ava rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She had slept on the leather booth in the tiny space she used as a living room, both legs and one arm hanging off the side. Her shoulder was killing her, but the pain was nothing compared to her massive headache. As she sat, she realized her belt had been undone, but not much else. Had she brought anyone home the night before? Were they still here?

“What happened last time?” she asked as she scooted out of the booth, stretching her right shoulder.

“You brought a woman back with you then promptly fell asleep in the living room,” Michael explained. “She left soon after.”

Ava groaned.

“Did she steal anything?”

“She did not.”

Well, at least that was something less to worry about. Ava took off her leather jacket – she needed to stop sleeping in that jacket, it made her sweat what little water she had left in her body – and threw it on top of the pile of stuff already on the small, circular table.

“I need a shower. And breakfast.”

“I suggest a cream cheese bagel this morning.”

“Again?”

“That is the only thing you have in your kitchen. You forgot to go grocery shopping again yesterday.”

Ava wished she could blame the AI for not reminding her sooner, but she knew Michael had reminded her every morning before she left the ship for at least three days now. She could only blame herself on this one.

She took a too long, too warm shower, letting the previous night run down the drain. She should drink less, she knew, but it was difficult when the best place to find work was a bar. She could order non-alcoholic beverages, sure, but who would want to hire a smuggler who couldn't hold their liquor? She had a reputation to maintain.

 She came out feeling better and even more dehydrated than before. Once dressed in clean clothes – a rare commodity on this ship, because she had forgotten to do the laundry again – she went into the kitchen to get the biggest glass of water she could find, and spread whatever cream cheese she had left on half a bagel. She would kill for some takeout, but until she'd scored another job, she had to be careful with her money, and she was slowly accumulating a tab at the bar that would need taken care of.

She chewed her bagel without thinking about it, her mind a thousand years away. She wasn't disappointed that the woman had gone last night before anything could have happened. She was somewhat glad. She knew what her drunk self had been trying to do. She was trying to forget Helen.

Helen wasn't her real name, Ava knew. She hadn't given her real name either. When the tall, beautiful young woman had introduced herself at the bar, and given the name Helen, Ava had decided to play along, and had introduced herself as Ariadne. Helen had seemed distracted at first, glancing about the bar, but as the night progressed, they had gotten along well. Ava had convinced her to go back to her ship. Helen had seemed nervous, but she had come along anyway. One thing had led to another, and they had slept together. When Ava had woken up in the morning, Helen had been gone.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44800671/chapters/112718467

The Goddamn Fight of My Life - a Cindy/Alice fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I've written anything Fear Street! I found this story almost finished in my vault a few weeks ago and I thought it deserved to be completed and shared! Here is the beginning of the first chapter and if you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

The trees bent so hard over the path they threatened to topple at the first strong gust of wind, Cindy thought as she drove past them. She even held her breath. It would be terrible if she ended up trapped in the woods, worse if the car was wrecked by a falling tree. She was supposed to be gone only for the weekend.

The cabin she had rented for them was a small, isolated lakeside cabin. There were, in fact, a dozen or so cabins of various sizes around the lake, with just enough trees between them that they were considered isolated. There was a town twenty minutes away, and a much bigger resort on the other side of the lake. She had thought about renting two rooms at the resort, so they could have gone to the spa all weekend long, but she wanted peace and quiet. No one but Alice.

She was glad her friend had agreed to come with her. They hadn’t had the opportunity to spend some time together since life had gotten in the way. This would be good, she thought. A chance to relax and to think.

Cindy made it through the tree-shadowed path and reached the cabin. It was a bit bigger than she’d imagined, made of dark wood with a moss-covered shingled roof. A motorbike was parked up front, and Alice was standing beside it, smoking. Cindy parked beside her. Tobacco smoke overtook the fresh, humid smell of the lake. The combination reminded Cindy of that fateful summer.

“You know, the point of coming here is to enjoy the fresh air,” Cindy said as she stepped out of the car.

“You should know by now I don’t like the smell of fresh air.”

Alice crushed her cigarette beneath her heel and picked her bag off the back of her bike. Cindy wondered how she’d managed to drive up the gravel path.

“Plus, I was just waiting for your slow ass to catch up.”

Cindy picked her suitcase out of the trunk of her brand-new Chevrolet Citation. Technically it was their car – Tommy and hers – but he had no use for it this weekend, as he was at a conference in Denver. Plus, she was a much better driver than him, and they both knew it.

“You could have just gone with me, you know? Plenty of space in my car.”

Alice, who had already walked up the creaky stairs to the front door, gave one disgusted look at the hatchback.

“I think I’d rather spend another summer at Camp Nightwing than set foot in your family car.”

The Ice Witch Stole the Ruby - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back for more, this time with a Modern AU in which Ruby starts seeing Christina and Leti hates Christina. Tension arise. Here’s an extract and bellow you’ll find the link to the full first chapter!

Letitia was seating at the kitchen table, procrastinating her homework by complaining.

"All I did was whisper a single word that there's no way she could have heard, and she threatened to give me detention for disturbing the class!"

Ruby was fixing herself a quick snack before going to Sammy's bar for the evening, where she was scheduled to perform.

"I'm assuming that if she threatened with detention it's because she heard what you said."

"It wasn't even bad."

Ruby leaned against the kitchen counter, sandwich in hand as she listened to her younger sister's rant.

"What did you say?"

"I just whispered to Atticus that I thought more Confederate soldiers should have died. I mean, they defended slavery!"

Ruby rolled her eyes. Being opinionated was a family trait to be sure, but where Ruby had had the wisdom to hold her tongue during History classes, Leti had a tendency toward recklessness and impulsiveness that could only lead to trouble.

"Be that as it may, you can keep your comments for after the class."

This time, it was Leti who rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. I bet the ice bitch had Confederate ancestors."

"Leti," Ruby warned.

"You should see her! She's probably super rich cause there's no way she's buying suits like that with a teacher's salary, and there's only so many ways an unmarried white woman has so much money."

At this point, Ruby had completely tuned out her sister's ranting. She washed her plate quickly, letting it dry in the rack, then glanced at the time on the microwave.

"Time to go."

She went into the living room to get her jacket and her guitar, already secured in its traveling bag. As she got ready and checked her appearance one last time in the mirror, Ruby said:

"Finish your homework. I seriously hope you'll be in bed when I come back."

Leti vaguely hummed and looked down at her open textbook.

"And Leti, please, I don't want to be called away from work because you called your History teacher a Confederate, or whatever. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

Ruby sighed. This was at best as it would get.

"Good night," she said as she went to unlock the front door.

"Break a leg," Leti shouted before she left as she began focusing on her homework again.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27640927/chapters/67630861

Prey - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! How are you on this first day of @wolfwrenweek ? Here is my story for the first day, "The Moon" following as many of the prompts as I could fit! It's a Vampire smut so I hope you'll enjoy it! Here's the beginning of the story and if you want to read all of it the link will be at the end!

The dancefloor was packed with people. Despite the loud music blaring from every speaker, Sabine could hear each of their heartbeats, like a base that never dropped. She could taste the air, a combination of sweet alcohol and sweat that whetted her appetite. She’d never come to this club before, but Ezra had convinced her to journey specifically to this part of town to try it out. He’d said the music was good and the alcohol better. She didn’t care about alcohol, and so far, the music had been alright. What interested her more where the girls, and which one would be her next meal.

She had lost sight of Ezra in the crowd. No doubt he was dancing with someone. She ought to mingle too, she thought as she left her stool, leaving an untouched glass of club soda behind. As the new song began, she pressed her way into the crowd.

Some vampires hated crowded places. They said it was like tempting the devil. Sabine thought they just had weak resolve. She loved it. She enjoyed the anonymity of the crowd, pressed between other bodies, in the dark. Between the lights flashing above, the heat of everyone pressed together on the dancefloor, and the pounding of their heartbeats, so close to her, this was the appetizer, the perfect tease before a perfect meal.

Sabine tried to find a woman to dance with. She moved, step by step, around the crowd until she spotted someone that was interested in her. She was almost in the middle of the dancefloor when she felt eyes on her. It sent a shiver down her spine. Only one kind of person could cause such a response from her. She stopped dancing and turned.

She had migrated near the VIP booths, lavish velvet couches set on a raised platform on one side of the club. Now one woman was observing her from the booths. Not just observing her, glaring at her with cold, shining blue eyes. She had shoulder-length platinum hair and her glare was only intensified by black eyeshadow smeared all around her eyes.

“Shit,” Sabine muttered to herself.

There was no time to find Ezra. She would text him later. She had to get out now.

She pushed her way through the crowd and off the dancefloor. She was on the other side of the entrance, but she saw a green sign shining in a corner, indicating an emergency exit. This was an emergency. She ran past the handful of tables on the side and followed the wall into a short corridor. It led to the bathrooms and the emergency exit. She expected it to be locked, but the door opened with ease. She stumbled outside into the summer air. It was barely any cooler than the inside of the club. A blanket of heat had fallen over the city two days ago and nothing could move it since. Sabine brushed the sweat off her face and turned around, shutting the club door with a sigh of relief.

She found herself in an alley. The club’s wall behind her was made up of bricks plastered with band and festival posters. Across was the side of a store, and the bricks had been painted with a thick layer of white. A couple was making out pressed against the white bricks. As soon as they noticed Sabine standing near them, they pulled apart.

“The fuck, dude?” the man groaned at her.

Sabine didn’t even spare them a glance. She looked on either side of the alley. One side led to a bunch of dumpsters. The other shone orange with the light of a nearby streetlight. That was the direction the offended couple took, hand in hand, as they intended to continue their nastiness elsewhere. Sabine decided also to rejoin civilization. She was bound to find a taxi nearby.

“Going somewhere?”