It’s Like Thunder And Lightning - A RubyxChristina Fanfiction

Shut Up and Dance - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new story! It’s a childhood best friend AU where Christina’s parents die and she goes to live with Dora and Atticus. The link to the full story is at the end!

Christina sat in the hallway, in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs. She'd sat in so many of those in the past few days that she'd grown accustomed to the discomfort. She was trying to focus on the book in her hands while ignoring that in the room across the hall, her future was being decided. Her next of kin was deciding whether they wanted to take her in or leave her to the system. She wasn't stupid, she knew that neither solution was ideal. But the ideal solution lay in the family vault on the other side of town.

She read the same sentence again for the fifth time. She looked up to stare at the door. There was a blurry window through which she could see her next of kin seated in a chair. She thought a blurry window was the most useless kind of windows. She wanted to see inside, she wanted to hear what was being said. She wanted to know all the reasons why her next of kin was going to reject her.

There was movement behind the window and Christina's attention snapped back to the book. When the door opened, she recognized the social worker smiling at her on the other side.

"Christina? Can you come in, please?"

Christina politely nodded and closed her book. She stood up, brushed her skirt, and walked into the office. The door was closed behind her. Another woman was seating in a chair, her next of kin. They looked nothing alike, Christina thought with surprise. The woman had dark skin, and dark, kind eyes. Her black hair fell to her shoulders. When she smiled at Christina, with such comfort and gentleness, Christina had to look away.

"Hello, Christina," the woman said.

Christina said nothing and simply sat in the other chair. The social worker explained:

"Christina, this is Dora. She's your only living relative. She's agreed to take you in. She has a son who is just about your age."

Christina nodded along at all the right places. She felt no relief or comfort at the idea. She simply accepted that this was how things would be now.

"Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up," the woman said to Dora as they left the office.

"Thank you, have a nice day."

Christina followed silently her new legal guardian out of the building and to the parking lot. The car she led her to was not what Christina was used to. It was an old rectangular vehicle, the paint a sun-bleached orange. Christina sat at the back, her bag containing most of her belongings in the seat beside her. It wasn't all of her belongings, that would have been impossible to fit into a single bag, but it was the most important. Dora sat behind the wheel and drove off.

They stopped at a red light, and Christina could feel Dora's eyes on her in the rearview mirror. She glanced at her, and Dora offered her a smile.

"Miss Blake said you were a year ahead in school."

Christina nodded.

"Father asked that I skip kindergarten."

The light turned green and Dora drove off, joining the mid-afternoon traffic.

"If you want to visit your parents, you just have to ask me, alright?"

Christina frowned in confusion.

"Visit? But they're dead."

"I mean if you want to go to the cemetery to see them."

Christina's eyes fell on the streets outside.

"I don't want to."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27932920/chapters/68405296

Chapter is up! Thank you all for your patience <3

Unfortunately the final chapter of I Can Wait for You at the Bottom will be delayed because AO3 is down for maintenance and I will be in class once the website is up and running again. I will do my best to post it before 6 p.m. Eastern Standard Time but otherwise it will have to wait until tonight... Sorry guys 😔

Where the hell have I been

(And more importantly, where is that Warrior Nun/Ocean’s 8 AU I promised)

Back in April I said my next fanfiction would be an Ocean’s 8 AU, but that it would take a bit of time to write. I spent two thirds of April finishing up my Warrior Nun inspired novel, then, as I had planned, I began working on the fic. Then, trouble arose...

At the begging of May, I received an acceptance letter from my dream University and I got into their creative writing program. Awesome. However this university is in Canada, on the other side of the ocean, which means a lot of paperwork to get my visa in time, among all things.

Long story short, I spent a very stressful month of May, and June is only becoming better now. I have not been able to get any writing down, on the fic or any story for that matter. The irony isn’t lost on me. I get into a creative writing program only to forget how to write -_-

I’m sorry but I have no idea when, or even if I will be able to deliver the fic as I had promised. If that was something you were looking forward to, I hope you can forgive me.

I hope I’ll be able to post a new fic soon, but if I don’t, have a nice summer everyone!

The Valentine’s Day Gift

Ava doesn’t have a family photo album. If she ever had one, it was destroyed in the car crash, like her childhood. Sometimes, she imagines that she could find it again, tugged into a cardboard box in some storage space in Portugal, where their landlord might have kept the things they left behind, hoping that they would return to claim them one day. But she doesn’t keep that hope alive. Most likely she will never see what her life was before that fatal crash, and she’s made her peace with it.

Beatrice doesn’t think she has a family photo album. Her parents weren’t the kind of people who bothered to take pictures on whatever business trip passed for a family holiday. She knows they have some pictures, class photos and tournament pictures taken by her coachs, but none was given to her when she joined the OCS. Part of her wishes she had one, she tells Ava one evening, and Ava jokes that she must have been a cute kid and makes her feel better about it, but deep down, it doesn’t quite fill the hole.

For Valentine’s Day, Ava presents Beatrice with a large package, tenderly and clumsily wrapped.

“I thought we said no gift,” Beatrice berates her, even as her own is hidden in the drawer of her bedside table.

“Yeah, yeah, just open it.”

So Beatrice does. Inside the cardboard box, she finds a beautiful, black leather-bound photo album. The word “family” is hetched in golden letters on the cover. It’s not empty either. Flipping inside, Beatrice finds pictures dating back to when she joined the OCS. It’s her, and Lilith, and Mary, and Shannon, and later, Camila. After that are pictures she has never seen, pictures she assumes Ava must have taken on their last trip to the Cat’s Craddle. Pictures of Yasmine agonizing after training, and Camila teaching the new recruits, and Mother Superion feeding the stray cats in the garden. Then, it’s pictures of the two of them in Switzerland, during their two months in hiding. Their time training, decorating their apartment, going grocery shopping and working at the bar. The most mondain of activities which had been so new to Ava back then.

Finally, a third of the way through the album, she finds pictures of them now, traveling, living, loving. There’s still many pages to fill, and Beatrice can’t help but contemplate the blank pages taking up most of the photo album, waiting for their own pictures.

“I know it won’t replace the childhood memories we lost,” Ava says, “but I thought we should have one.”

Beatrice is close to tears and her heart has never been filled with more love. The photo album is kept in a proeminent place in their living room. Soon, Beatrice adds a little 1 on the first page, and buys another. It is the second of many more to come.

Is It Casual Now? - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapter story, this one is a Firefighter AU. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!

When Old Jho pushed the glass back in front of her, Sabine took a sip then said:

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

The blonde’s attention turned to her. She had cold, piercing green eyes, almost blue in the dim bar. Her lips were set in a neutral line, as if she didn’t quite care to engage Sabine in conversation. Sabine added:

“New recruit?”

The blonde shrugged.

“Not really. Reassigned.”

“Bad captain or need for a change of scenery?”

“Neither. Don’t get used to seeing me around here anyway. It’s only a matter of time before I get reassigned again.”

The blonde picked up her drink and finished it. Sabine watched her with a slight frown. She assumed the blonde was a temp, shifted from station to station to fill in whenever someone had to take a leave.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your time on this side of the city.”

She raised her glass as a welcoming gesture, then took another sip. The blonde motioned for Old Jho to give her another drink. While they waited, Sabine thought she’d introduced herself.

“I’m Sabine.”

“Shin,” the blonde replied curtly.

“Are you alone tonight? No welcome crew from the station trying to show you a good time?”

Shin shrugged.

“What’s the point? Like I said, I’ll be gone in a few weeks.”

“You never try to make friends with people in your station?”

Shin shook her head.

“How about people from other stations?” Sabine asked in a low voice.

Shin must have gotten her meaning, as her eyes roamed down Sabine’s face, to her plaid shirt and jeans. Sabine smirked. When Shin’s eyes returned to her, she was smirking too. Sabine liked where this was going.

I Can Wait For You at the Bottom - a Wolfwren fanfiction

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

Shin's First New Republic Contract - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! This is a one-shot sequel to my fanfiction "The Injury of Finally Knowing You" which ended last week. You will find the beginning of the one-shot below and if you want to read the whole thing the link will be at the end!

Sabine was growing tired of being captured. Even during her rebellion era, she couldn’t remember being captured that often. At least this time, she wasn’t alone.

Shin paced the prison cell, moving from one side to the other until she had given Sabine a headache. Sabine was reclined against the single bunk. They had taken her lightsaber, guns, helmet and removed her vambraces for good measure.

“Well, isn’t this fun?” she began.

While it had the intended objective of making Shin stop pacing, she didn’t expect her girlfriend to glare at her.

“Aren’t you enjoying our time together?”

“I would enjoy it more if we weren’t trapped in the brig of a Star Destroyer.”

Sabine shrugged.

“Any time together can be a fun time.”

Shin rolled her eyes and began pacing again.

“Oh, come on, babe. We’re fine.”

Shin whirled toward her. Sabine could read her like an open book now. The anxiety that lived in her eyes, the frustration that pulled her lips into a scowl, the confusion that made her brow furrow ever so.

“We are not fine, Sabine. We’ve been captured. How can you be so calm in such a moment? Need I remind you; this isn’t your life on the line here. If we fuck up, I will be paying the price.”

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51431434

Chapter 2 is out and I’ve planned 27 of them! A multi-chapters New Mutants stories, how exciting!

We Are Not Alone - A New Mutants fanfiction (!SPOILERS!)

A/N: Hey guys! I went to see New Mutants yesterday and I just had to write a fanfiction, so SPOILER if you haven’t seen the movie yet, but if you have here’s an extract of the story, which takes place right after the movie, and the link to the full story will be after!

The next town over really is eighteen miles away. At least Reyes didn’t lie about that. It took them most of the day to get there, mostly because they had to take regular breaks whenever Roberto complained about his sore feet. The sun has already disappeared, replaced by a dark, dome-less sky when they find the sign at the entrance of town. Hamsburg, Virginia. Dani lets out a hum at the sign. So that’s where they were.

The town is quiet. The moon is high above it, observing its every street. Few cars pass through, though many can be heard in the distance, prompting Dani to believe that a highway or interstate might just be nearby. The air is cool, but not enough to make her shiver. Rahne’s hand is still in hers, and her warm palm against hers makes her smile.

A sign near the entrance of town indicates a motel. When they finally reach it, there’s a collective sigh of relief, as the vacancy sign flickers in and out, so close to dying yet holding on, somehow.

“I think we could all use some sleep. What do you say, guys?”

Dani turns around and very quickly notices Illyana is gone. She frowns, as the others also seem to realize she’s left them. A bit further down the street, a bell resounds. They all look as Illyana disappears inside a diner. They rush after her.

Much like the rest of the town, the diner is mostly empty. There’s a waitress serving coffee to a man at the counter, and a family passing through on their holidays at the back of the diner. The diner itself seems new enough that it must have been renovated recently while keeping the 50s aesthetic that is sure to please tourists. Illyana has already taken a seat in one of the booths. While Sam, Rahne, and Dani linger by the door, Roberto steps inside and stands by Illyana.

“Come on, Illy, we’re going to sleep in the motel.”

“I’m hungry,” she replies, grabbing a plastic menu and flipping it open in front of her. “I haven’t eaten since this morning, and it’s not like what you made us was any good anyway.”

Roberto’s face falls slightly, though he tries to play it cool.

“How are we even going to pay?”

Illyana wiggles in her seat until she can pull a credit card from her back pocket.

“Stole it from Reyes’ wallet before we left. Now come on, I’m sure they have cheeseburgers who actually taste like cheese,” she said, looking at the rest of the group.

Tentatively, the others settle in the booth with her, the boys on either side of the girls, with Dani in the middle. They pass menus around, though they remain silent for the most part.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26137228/chapters/63587479

Life Day on Peridea - a Wolfwren fanfiction

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

The Letter - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Ruby/Christina story, where Christina receives a letter from Ruby that wasn’t meant for her. If you want to read more the link to the full story will be at the end!

It all started with a letter, Christina would tell her. The moving crew was still bringing her living room out of the truck when she opened her mailbox. It was a warm late October day, considering the Chicago weather. Although she hadn't put her name on the mailbox yet, she went to check in case any ads and fliers had been slipped in. However, when she opened the box, there was only one letter, seating neatly at the bottom of the mailbox. Christina pulled it out and inspected it.

The letter had gone through the proper channels if the stamp was anything to go by. Apparently, the letter had been waiting there for almost a month. And it wasn't even for her. The address was correct, but the house on Hyde Park no longer belonged to one William Davenport, who had moved with his wife and children to who knew where some month and a half ago. Christina had bought it just two weeks ago.

As she walked back inside, dodging big sweaty men in jumpsuits carrying boxes and armchairs and chunks of furniture up the driveway, she flipped the letter over. There was a return address, fortunately. To Ruby Baptiste, though Christina later had to check a map to know the exact location of the building. The South Side, a medium-sized apartment complex near the highway. Christina left the letter on her kitchen counter and promptly forgot about it, busy as she was ordering the moving crew around. She would return it eventually, she thought.

That evening, as she sat down in her partially built living room, eating pizza and channel surfing, she remembered the letter. Or rather, she spotted it again when she went to get a glass and a bottle of wine in the kitchen. She picked it up and brought it back to the living room with her. She poured herself a large glass and stared at the letter. It had been sitting in her mailbox for a month. Whoever had sent it didn't know the previous owner had moved out. She certainly hoped it wasn't too pressing. Her leg began to bounce as curiosity slowly ate away at her decency. Finally, after five long, agonizing minutes, she broke. She opened the letter.

There were two sheets of paper inside, folded together. The bottom one seemed to be the results of a blood test. Christina didn't remember hearing the previous owner had been a doctor. Then, she read the other piece of paper, hand-written.

 I'm pregnant and you know it's yours. I don't care if you want it or not, but you better help or I'll talk to your wife.

Well, that explained the sudden move, Christina thought. Something told her the wife already knew he was having an affair. But they moved before they could learn about the child he had fathered behind her back. Christina sighed and folded the letter back in the envelope. It certainly wasn't addressed to her, or even her concern. She discarded the letter and turned back to the TV.

Still, she couldn't quite get the letter out of her mind. She couldn't help but think about this young woman who was still waiting for an answer. Would she eventually come knocking on Christina's door, only for Christina to have to break the truth to her? She really didn't want to have anyone crying on her front porch. The better thing would be to return the letter the next day. But would they even let her return an open letter? She sighed. She was supposed to meet with Tic anyway, she could take a small detour to bring the letter back. Break her the news, give her back the letter, and move on with her own problems.

Christina sipped some wine and leaned back on her leather couch. It sounded like a good plan.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28403304/chapters/69596649