No Magic Word Can Make Me Disappear - A RubyxChristina Fanfiction

I put every bird I could think of into this wheel. Spin the wheel. You're that bird now.

I cannot describe the glee I feel when I receive comments on a fanfiction I posted years ago. Like what do you that poorly written mess I haven't thought about in years made your day better?!

I don't need therapy I need rabid gay people freaking out in my inbox

The characters of Warrior Nun play Dungeons &Dragons

Ava is the DM, obviously. She’s been dying to play and she convinced everyone to join. Despite that, she still manages to finish her prep an hour before the game starts (it happens to the best of us)

Beatrice plays an elf paladin. At first she had picked a human but Ava made that face that Beatrice interpreted as “not a very original choice” but really meant “I was sure you would pick that” so Bea changed it to an elf. Ava made the face again but she stood her ground and tried (and failed) to ignore it.

Camila went online and tried to find the best, deadliest combinaison. She picked a tabaxi rogue/barbarian. Sneak attack damages count as a crit when she does a reckless attack. Ava doesn’t know if she loves it or hates it.

Lilith took some time to coax but eventually she agreed to “one stupid game” and now she’s a regular. She plays  a tiefling sorcerer. She almost took a warlock but realized her powers would be beholden to someone else and she couldn’t have that, so sorcerer it is.

In the time it took Ava to learn the base rules, Yasmine had already read all the add-ons (just in case). In the end, she picked an Aasimar wizard. She takes all of the notes. Not a word passes through Ava’s lips that she won’t transcribe in her notebook. It’s kind of scary sometimes.

Mary picked a half-elf (”they have a charisma bonus which gives a tactical advantage”) warlock (”I’ve got Eldrich Blast. When you’ve got Eldrich Blast you don’t need combat skills”).

Michael plays a dragonborn cleric because someone had to be the cleric and it certainly wasn’t going to be Lilith (”who cares if your character dies?”), Camila (”I already have two classes, a third one would be way too much”), Mary (”It would ruin my build”) or Yasmine (”I can be the cleric if you want me to”) after Lilith’s intervention (”Let Michael do it.”)

Mother Superion joined a game once. She played a human monk and she proved even more game breaking than Camila, somehow. She said “this game is easy” and Ava banned her (Beatrice had to talk her out of it).

Bonus: Shannon plays a halfling bard. Everyone thought that she would pick a fighting character, perhaps a paladin, but she knows all too well the weight of an oath on a person. She’d rather have fun.

It’s Like Thunder and Lightning - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new one-shot, the sequel to Listen to the Fireplace Roar so many of you have asked for! I hope you’ll enjoy it! If you want to read the full story the link is at the end!

When Christina left her office that evening, she wasn't surprised to hear the TV playing in the living room. It had been a while since her house had been silent. Ever since Ruby and Letitia had moved in about a year ago, it'd been difficult to find silence. Not that Christina would complain. She'd grown to like the constant presence of sounds. She imagined this was what a family home was supposed to be like.

Leti was seating on the couch watching some reality TV show Christina wanted to know nothing about. It was almost seven-thirty, which meant Ruby would probably come home soon. Still, just in case, Christina asked:

"Ruby's home yet?"

Leti shrugged, her eyes never leaving the TV.

"I think she had something to pick up on her way back."

Christina nodded. A sudden surge of nervousness filled her. Now was as good a time as any, she thought. She leaned against the armrest of the armchair and crossed her arms.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

Leti frowned and turned off the sound of the TV before looking over at the blonde.

"Why so serious?" she asked. "You sound like you're about to tell me you're dying or something."

Christina sighed, trying to chase away her anxiety.

"It's not that."

She decided to just throw it out before she changed her mind.

"I'm going to ask Ruby to marry me."

Leti froze for a second, and Christina waited for a reaction with apprehension. Then, Leti gave another vague shrug.

"Why are you telling me?"

"Because you're her sister. And with all the bad blood there was between us, I wanted to make sure you'd be okay with it."

"Yeah, it's fine. As long as I can be a bridesmaid."

Christina didn't expect this reaction. At the very least, she expected Leti to show just a bit more emotions about it. But since she wasn't opposed to it, Christina considered it a victory.

"When are you gonna propose?" Leti asked.

"I don't know yet. I've been thinking about it for months but every time I keep delaying it."

"What are you scared of? There's seriously no way she's gonna say no."

"I just want it to be perfect."

Leti rolled her eyes.

"At this rate, you'll both be old ladies before you propose."

"What do you mean, old?" Christina asked with a frown.

"You know, forty."

The front door opened and Christina stood up, brushing off Leti's last comment. She walked to the entrance, where Ruby was closing the door and taking her coat off.

"Hey," Christina said before approaching.

They kissed and Ruby smiled.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. The subway was packed like Hell."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27873533

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The Greatest Mandalorian - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the prologue of my new multichapter fanfiction. It's an AU in which Sabine's parents died during the Siege of Mandalore so she was trained by Bo-Katan. Here is the begining and if you want to read more the link will be at the end! First chapter comes out tomorrow :)

The Gauntlet stumbled on the frozen landing pad of the Wren stronghold, jarring Bo-Katan out of her thoughts. She had flown here in a daze, her thoughts not quite in place. They had saved Mandalore, but at what cost? She cut the ship’s engine and stood up. Here was the cost, two silver and gold helmets at the back of her ship. She picked both up, feeling their weight straining her shoulders.

She opened the ramp and let the frigid air of Krownest wrap around her. She had not felt warmth in months, it was only fair that she didn’t try to fight this cold either. She walked down. Clan Wren members stood on the landing pad, waiting for her, unbothered by the cold.

“Take me to her,” she ordered, though her voice didn’t sound as strong as she’d wished.

With a nod, the silver and gold Mandalorian took her into the stronghold. They navigated dark staircases and heated, narrow corridors, to the throne room. The door opened, letting Bo inside. She was clutching both helmets hard, her knuckled white in her gloves. She walked around the throne, under the gaze of a woman so alike Ursa, she might have thought her ghost had returned to haunt the stronghold. Her sister, Ylva, kept an eagle-like gaze on Bo-Katan as she walked around the throne and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. There, Bo saw she wasn’t alone. A little girl sat on her lap, no older than two. Her big, inquisitive eyes looked at Bo without the aggression her aunt was giving her. She had short dark brown hair and the puffy cheeks of an infant, still.

“Bo-Katan Kryze,” Ylva’s voice echoed in the throne room, bringing Bo’s attention back to her. “I heard of your victory on Mandalore.”

“A victory for Mandalore is not my victory. I wished more than anything that no one had had to die for it.”

“Not as much as I wish it. Why are you here?”

“I’ve come to pay my respect to Clan Wren, who suffered a heavy loss. Heavier than most. These belong to your clan.”

She presented both helmets to the new Countess. They had served their owners well, till the end. The visor on Aldrich’s was broken. The rangefinder on Ursa’s had been snapped off. It would have to be fixed before the helmet came to be used again.

Ylva turned to the little girl and whispered to her:

“Sabine, do you want to get your parents’ helmets?”

The Search for Wyrd - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the beginning of the first chapter of my new fic, a sequel to "The Witching Hour". If you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end! Enjoy :)

Shin remembered jumping in puddles after the rain and watching how the light shattered under her feet; the reflection of the nearby storefront interrupted, then, as the puddles became placid again, appearing as solid as the real thing. She remembered breaking a lightbulb of the already poorly maintained streetlights by kicking a ball too hard, and running home before anyone could spot the culprits, a gaggle of children laughing off their mistake. She remembered following her mother around the stalls, gathering ingredients for supper and ingredients for potions. Rarely had a place held so many memories for her, but as she walked down the busy streets of Swanpond, it all came flooding back.

Shin let her feet take her, as if after all this time they still remembered her way home. The stores had changed. Some of the houses looked the worst for wear. Time had taken its toll, added a few cables arching over the street, a few cracks in the walls and a few stains on the windows. Shin thought she would have to pull her map out, when, all too soon, she was standing in front of the right building.

Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, making her light-headed. What were the odds of her mother still living in that basement, waiting for her, after eighteen years? She could be anywhere in the galaxy. But a flicker of hope still nestled in her brain. Perhaps she had spent too much time with Sabine. With anxiousness in her chest and more optimism that she usually allowed herself, Shin walked up to the door and knocked.

“Coming, coming…”

The door opened to an old Weequay woman wrapped in a teal shawl. She looked up at Shin with a frown. Though Shin recognized her, she had forgotten her name. She remembered only that her mother had specifically instructed her no leave the old woman alone, lest she kick them out.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for a Zabrak woman. Her name is Wyrd. She lived here last I heard.”

“You a client?”

“Not exactly.”

The old woman continued to stare Shin down with a deep frown, the folds of her leathery skin almost covering her eyes.

“She’s not in trouble, is she? She was a good tenant for many years, I’d hate it if she got into trouble.”

“No, she’s not…” Shin paused as she caught up to what the woman had said. “She’s not here anymore?”

Her heart seemed to stop then, to compensate, start up like a furious horse. Her hopes dashed against the ground of Coronet City. The woman hesitated another second. Then, finally, she opened the door wider.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53409133/chapters/135179428

Shin and Sabine have the same hair situation as Scott and Ramona in Scott Pilgrim!

As in one (Shin/Scott) has not changed their hairstyle in years - and at this point the Universe would shatter if they changed it - and the other (Sabine/Ramona) change hair color every week and their partner better get used to it

Fury to end All Furies - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is a new addition to the Ahsoka season 2 and Beyond series, about a mission gone wrong and featuring a special guest! Here is an extract and you can find the link to the first part of two at the end!

When darkness fell over the city, Shin left their hotel room and took a turn of the neighborhood. Sabine was on the rooftop of their hotel to watch the sky. The second moon was on the rise already. If their intel were correct, then the cargo would leave the city when the third moon rose. That mysterious cargo had been tracked by New Republic spies over multiple planets. It was changed location often. Hera suspected their owner was onto them and wouldn’t bring it home. She was done playing games. She wanted the cargo taken and its smugglers captured. If it contained weapons, just as she suspected, it might take them one step closer to dismantling another remnant of the Empire.

Shin kept her hood up as she slithered through the crowd. Workers enjoying a drink after a hard day in the mines. Regulars already half a drink away from sleep. Young people going to the neon bathed clubs. She walked past them like a ghost, gaze scanning for anything suspicious. So far, nothing. She walked toward the shipyard, where small shuttles were being refurbished for new service.

“No sign of trouble yet,” she said.

“Want to get a drink afterward?” Sabine suggested.

“Mission first.”

“Of course. We can celebrate after.”

Sabine’s voice was low. It sent shivers to the base of Shin’s spine, unravelling her focus.

“After,” Shin replied, like a promise.

She heard the faint sound of a grappling firing and knew Sabine had changed location, moving closer to the shipyard. The rest of the crowd was none the wiser. Ahead, someone inserted coins into a music box and drumbeats flooded the street. Shin walked past and down a set of stairs. The shipyard was in sight.

“I see something,” Sabine said.

Shin stopped around a dim corner, the streetlight above pale with age.

“Define something.”

“Movement.”

Shin pushed herself away from the wall and walked faster toward the shipyard. Music lingered behind her. Now that the workday was over, the path to the shipyard was empty.

“This isn’t good.”

Shin picked up speed.

“What are you seeing?”

“They’re moving the cargo already. Toward a small ship. I thought the third moon didn’t rise for another hour.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53598448/chapters/135676210

Oshecki Week 2024 Story Masterpost

Hello everyone! Welcome to Oshecki week 2024! I've decided to make it easier on myself and everyone by making a single masterpost that will be updated every day with the link to each of my story for this fun little week!

Day 1: For Light and Life: The Forever Padawan

Day 2: More flexible than a droid: Mastering Form III

Day 3: What we survive: Nobody's Soldier

Day 4: I'll look you up: It's a Small Galaxy After All

Day 5: Pull the thread: The First Training Session Is Always the Hardest (Especially When You Die)/I Was Made For Loving You

I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them!