Ruby X Christina Prompt Challenge #1!!!

BD-L1A - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! We're back with another story from The Life of the Wolf, the Wren, and their Cub! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

As Uschi grew older, Sabine and Shin felt more comfortable leaving her home alone for a few hours, especially to go on dates in the evening. Now that she was eleven, she knew how to cook for herself and how to feed Murley, and she knew she had to be in bed by a certain time, especially if there was school afterward. Her mothers trusted her not to burn down the house while they were at the restaurant, or the beach, or the bar.

That night, they came back around midnight after having a very fancy evening in one of the restaurants on the harbor. While Sabine had organized the date by claiming that it wasn’t for any special occasion, in truth it was the five-year anniversary of the day Shin had stabbed her. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but they were used to sneakily celebrating anniversaries. They couldn’t agree on whether they should celebrate the first day they had kissed – as Shin kept insisting – or the day where they had officially decided to start their relationship – which Sabine preferred. They each organized their own dates for those anniversaries while pretending that it was a day like any other. It was more of a joke nowadays.

Sabine parked her speeder in front of the house and they climbed up the stairs. They had definitely gotten too much champagne, Sabine thought, but she didn’t mind. Decisions made in bed under the influence of champagne usually turned out rather pleasing. As they entered the house, clinging to one another, the ground floor was dark. Sometimes Uschi would fall asleep in front of the TV, but she wasn’t on the couch that day.

“Uschi,” Shin began to call into the silent house.

Sabine shushed her swiftly, then whispered in her ear:

“Don’t wake her.”

She pulled Shin’s earlobe between her teeth, making her girlfriend moan. Shin pushed her until Sabine was against the wall, though they were a little too close to the kitchen doorway for Sabine to use it for support. Still, Sabine drew her into a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue as Shin grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, changing tactics once she saw the wall was inadequate.

The plan was always the same. Make out their way to their bedroom while also trying to lose as little clothe as possible in the process. Now that Uschi wasn’t so innocent to the way the world work, she had started to notice how insatiable her parents were for one another, and making disgusting faces. They had to be more careful, which made it all the more exciting.

They hadn’t even traversed the kitchen doorway on their way to their bedroom yet when the house’s wall-mounted communication device rang. They jumped apart as the shrieking sound spooked them. Sabine sighed, forehead falling against Shin’s shoulders. No one would be calling them this late if it wasn’t an emergency, and most emergencies were reserved for Sabine, whether it was from Hera, Ezra, or Ahsoka.

Sabine brushed a hand through her hair, hoping she looked presentable still, and she took the call. The face that appeared on the screen was not one she expected at all.

“Governor Azadi. I’m sure whatever emergency you’re calling about, it can wait until tomorrow morning.”

Sabine was about to end the call, but Azadi still had the time to reply:

“It can, but I doubt you’d like your daughter to spend the night in jail.”

Sabine’s finger hovered an inch off the ‘end call’ button. Azadi’s words sobered her up faster than a slap.

“What?”

“I’m doing you a favor by calling you, Sabine.”

Sabine still couldn’t understand. Uschi was in bed, not in jail. She glanced behind her at Shin, who had also heard. Shin also looked sobered. She rushed down the stairs to Uschi’s room.

Our Song - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Ruby/Christina story, about Christina being the Queen of the Underworld and Ruby going to make a deal with her to get Leti’s soul back. If you’re interested the link to the full story is at the end!

The Underworld was forever silent. You got used to it rather quickly, mostly because you only visited it once you were dead, and nothing bothered you anymore then. All the souls transiting through the Underworld made as much noise as an ant. They floated through, from one part of the realm to another. They had no thoughts, no mouths or vocal cords, and therefore didn't speak. Hundreds of thousands of souls came and went all of the time, never making so much as a sound.

Christina had grown to appreciate the silence beyond anything else. Ruling over the Underworld was quiet, like ruling over Hell was violent. It was as all things were. Who was she to go against the rules? She spent most of her days reading, surveying her kingdom, with little to no sense of time. Time didn't exist for the dead, after all, they were already dead. And when the pull of boredom became too strong, Christina shut her book and took a walk around her kingdom. It was small and gray, but it was home, and wasn't that enough? A worse fate could have awaited her, she was certain of it.

Peace and quiet. Very suddenly disturbed, in Christina's opinion. It began with familiar growls coming from inside the castle. Christina was seated on a bench in the large garden reading when the sound pulled her out of her thoughts. She knew the sound quite well. It was the Shoggoth keeping watch at the entrance of the Underworld. How had it arrived at the castle, she wondered as she snapped her book close. It wasn't supposed to leave its post.

She made her way through the castle in search of the creature. It was not supposed to leave the edge of her realm. She couldn't even imagine the kind of damage one inside of her castle would cause.

She rounded the corner and found with great surprise the multi-eyed creature standing in her throne room. She arrived from behind the throne, but as she began walking down the steps to the creature, she found it wasn't alone. A woman was standing beside it. A real, human woman. She was wearing a red dress, and her hair had somewhat fallen out of place, as a few curls stuck to her neck. Her skin was dark, and a few beads of sweat were running down her temple. Christina knew the path down into the Underworld was hot, but she couldn't feel that heat. There was a guitar slung on the woman's back. When her eyes fell on Christina, her brows furrowed.

"Are you in charge here?" she asked with extreme annoyance.

Christina hadn't had to slip into the position of Queen in a long, long time. But it came to her naturally. The coldness, the detachment of it all. She sat in her throne, crossing her legs, and looked down at the woman.

"I am in charge, as you put it, yes. Who are you? How did you get past my guard dog?"

"He likes music, did you know that?"

Christina looked at the Shoggoth still standing by the woman's side. Its many eyes were transfixed on the woman's instrument. Christina waved her hand, and a whistle could be heard in the distance. The guard dog bounded down the staircase leading back out hurriedly and disappeared. She assumed it could dig its way home on its own.

"I have to command you bravery and ingenuity. No one alive has ever made it this far into my kingdom."

"You call this a kingdom? It's a piece of rock with a castle in the middle."

Christina pursed her lips. She didn't take too kindly to insults.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here for my sister. She died yesterday."

"Time doesn't mean anything to me. She could have died a hundred years ago that it wouldn't change a thing. People die every day, it is how it is. Nothing I can do about it."

The woman crossed her arms. She seemed furious at Christina's detachment.

"But what if she wasn't supposed to die?"

Link to the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27346807/chapters/66818014

Update: The next multi-chapter fic debuting on November 18th will be a modern/neighbor AU :)

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!

Pull Me Out of the Water, Cold and Blue - a Caitvi fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I haven't be able to get these two out from under my skin since I watched season 2, so I thought I'd try the method that works best for me. I wrote the fluffiest, most sugar-sweet fic that I could. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

Vi was not surprised to find Caitlyn reclined on their bed when she came home in the early evening. Neither of them had had a day to rest since the battle and their day wasn’t over, as they had a fundraiser to attend in an hour. Vi didn’t blame her girlfriend for taking a little nap. If she’d come home sooner from Zaun, she would have done the same, but the reconstruction had taken longer than she’d wished.

Vi lingered by the posters of the bed, arms crossed and a tender smile on her face as she watched Cait sleep. Her girlfriend had only removed her boots and was still wearing her pants and a black turtleneck. Her hair was down but her eyepatch was still firmly in place. She was reclined on her back, one hand over her chest, head turned toward the crackling fireplace. Its golden flames danced over her face like butterflies, and Vi watched as the light and shadows clung to Cait’s features.

“I know you’re staring,” Cait said without opening her eye, a certain amusement in her voice.

“Is that a crime? Are you going to throw me in jail for staring?”

Cait huffed like she didn’t want to laugh but she could not stop the sound from rushing past her lips. She rubbed her eye, stretched, and took in a deep breath. Then, she looked at Vi.

“What time is it?”

“Six-ish.”

“Wake me up in half an hour… That ought to give me enough time to prepare…”

Cait rolled away from the fireplace, legs folding atop the covers.

“Hard day at work?” Vi asked her.

“When is it not?”

Vi glanced at the clock. If her girlfriend was going to take a nap, then she figured she would do the same. She rounded the bed to her side, sat down and removed her boots. Then, she laid down across the huge bed, and rolled until she was facing Cait.

Full Story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63135295

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!

I've begun pre-production (pre-writing? Writing prep?) on Silva's 8 :)

I just realized that it would be so easy to make a Ocean's 8/Warrior Nun fic with Ava, Beatrice, Camila, Lilith, Mary, Yasmine, Mother Superion, and Shannon trying to steal the crown of thorns. Has someone done it before? Am I the one who's gonna have to do it?

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

Netflix: So…you’re making a horror show, right? This is gonna terrify the shit out of people. Right?

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!

Netflix: Okay, but is it going to be scary–

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!!!! 💕💘💖

Flower shop lesbians!

Horror lesbians!

Punk lesbians!

Pastel lesbians!

Gonna stab you to death with a poker lesbians!

Punk gf stopping her pastel gf from committing accidental murder lesbians!

I just saw the ghost of my dead ex while trying to make out with you and now it’s super awkward lesbians!

Crime solving lesbians!

Accepting that your gf will eventually succumb to the swamp lady living inside her and loving her anyway lesbians!

Domestic lesbians!

Vermont civil union lesbians!

Everlasting love lesbians!

Bittersweet ending lesbians!

Carla Gugino!

Netflix: Okay, but other than the lesbians, is there gonna be anything–

Mike Flanagan:

This!

She!!!

THEY!!!

Bebezz!!

Netflix: ……

Mike Flanagan: …But yes, also there will be ghosts.

Netflix: *heavy sigh*

This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price (Who Is the Lamb and Who Is the Knife?) - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my first Agathario fanfiction! This is a canon divergence in which Rio and Agatha make a deal and so Nicky gets to live longer than in the show. Here is the beginning, and if you want the link to the full story it will be at the end! Enjoy!

The son of Death was never meant to live. Rio had tried to warn Agatha, but in her hubris, the witch had not listened. It was a sick twist of Fate that Agatha’s arrogance was also one of her most attractive qualities.

When Rio felt the pull to Nicky, it was like a kick in her stomach. She may not have carried the boy, but she had felt her growing connection to him. It was a strange tinge of familiarity – the call for Death, like a lighthouse in the dark – and foreign – nobody called Death quite like this little boy. She had always felt a connection to Agatha, and could pinpoint her anywhere on Earth, but since Nicky’s conception, that connection had been stronger than ever.

She found her love without difficulty. She was wearing nothing but her smock, and leaning against a tree as pain racked through her. Rio had witnessed so many births gone awry. She had taken away so many mothers wrenching with agony, face sweaty and legs slick with their own blood. She had taken away so many silent children, still warm and slippery from their mother’s wombs. But this was different.

As soon as Agatha saw her, her face changed from one anguish to another. All her pain was forgotten when she saw Rio come up to her, baring an orchid. Rio had felt deep distress at the thought of taking the boy away and leaving Agatha with nothing but her tears. An orchid was the least she could bring her, even if Agatha did not understand its meaning.

“No, no. It cannot be.”

Rio had so rarely felt guilt. She knew other people’s guilt, but hers was unknown to her. The look Agatha gave her brought out an explosion of guilt in her chest. Her lungs constricted so tightly that if she needed to breathe, she might not have been able to. She could barely look Agatha in the eye, but she had to. It was the least she could do for her.

“It must be.”

How many laws of Nature would they break together? Rio had stopped counting. Nicky might be the last straw, the one that tipped the scale so far that life and death lost all meaning. Nature itself could have never allowed it. The boy would never breathe, like so many before him, and so many after.

“You do this and I’ll hate you forever,” Agatha promised as she glared at her through unshed tears.

Her eyes softened as she begged:

“Please let him live. Please. Please, my love.”

Rio could not withstand the brunt of her tenderness. She had to look away, even for a second.

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