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A Room Isn't Enough - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I posted a new Wolfwren one-shot, and this one is my first 5+1: five times Shin and Sabine's makeout sessions was interrupted and the one time it wasn't. Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Shin joining their ship had been quite productive for Sabine’s training, or so Ahsoka thought. Huyang was of the other mind. Shin was a distraction for Sabine. But Ahsoka thought the blonde was a great help. She provided another sparring partner for Sabine and pushed her to improve faster. Sabine was too competitive not to rise to Shin’s challenge. They pushed each other to be better, which Ahsoka approved.

Shin disarmed Sabine again, her training sword flying against the wall of the T-6. Ahsoka had been watching from the sideline. When Sabine tried summoning the sword back to her with the Force, Ahsoka shook her head.

“She barely had to use any force to disarm you.”

“Maybe I’m tired…” Sabine panted out.

Both of the fighters were breathing hard and sweating, though Shin was less open to showing her exhaustion, standing tall still. Ahsoka picked up Sabine’s discarded sword and handed it back to her.

“You both are. What I wanted you to see is that Shin used your attack against you and leveraged it to disarm you.”

“Good for her.”

Ahsoka gave her that look that meant she wasn’t taking Sabine’s attitude. Still, she could concede that they had been training for some time now.

“I’ll grab you some water. We can go again after.”

She left the two women in the central room and headed into the kitchen. There, Huyang was conducting an inventory check, so they could replenish their supplies at Home One – and they had used a lot of supplies on Peridea.

“Any water left?”

Huyang motioned for a corner of the room where a handful of glass bottles had been tugged. Ahsoka picked up one and rummaged for glasses through the cupboard.

“Are you sure you should leave these two unsupervised?” Huyang asked.

Ahsoka shook her head.

“They’re not children. It has been some time since they’ve been at each other’s throat.”

“That is not where my concern lies.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52211527

5 Firsts in Uschi's Life - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy 1 year anniversary to the Ahsoka series and Wolfwren! For those of you who read my kidfic last month, here is the first of a few very anticipated sequels! Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

"The other two bedrooms are here and here.”

Uschi looked within the first one, then the second one. It was this one that caught her attention. It was just as empty and white as the other rooms, but there was something about the size and shape of it that she liked. The windows gave onto the street, rather than the courtyard.

She went to one of the windows and opened the binds to look outside. The street wasn’t too crowded, and the few people who walked by and spotted her smiled at her.

“What do you think?”

Uschi turned away from the window. While Sabine was stuck listening to Treshock’s meandering explanations, Shin had remained behind. She was standing in the doorway of the room, watching Uschi with a smile.

“Can this be my room?” Uschi asked.

“I think so. It depends on whether Sabine likes it too.”

“Do you like it?”

Shin shrugged.

“It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a house. I don’t know what makes a good house.”

Uschi pondered the question.

“It has bedrooms for everyone.”

“That’s true.”

“And there’s a big kitchen. And maybe we can buy a long sofa for the living room so we can all sit together.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

As they walked back up the stairs, Uschi continued to explain what made this house great.

“All the walls are white so we can paint them however we want. And I saw a noodle bar down the street on our way here, so it’s not very far if we want to get noodles.”

“If we want to.”

At the top of the stairs, they had lost sight of Sabine and the real estate agent.

“Buir?” Uschi called.

“Up there,” Sabine replied, as her voice carried down a narrow staircase tugged against the wall.

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!

Devil Baby of Mine - Critical Role Fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Critical Role fanfiction, the story of Grog finding a baby in the woods and deciding to kep him. If you enjoy, the link to the full story will be at the bottom of the post!

It wasn't unusual to find Grog wandering about the woods near Westruun. Whenever the need to smash some things arose – which, in his years of retirement, was just as strong as it had been in his prime – he would leave home in the morning and return before supper, just like Pike had instructed him. Sometimes, he would return with gifts, depending on what he had killed. Direwolf teeth, owlbear feathers, even a bulette shell, once. Everyone liked those gifts, especially Juniper. The gifts that Pike and Scanlan didn't like were the living ones, like that time he'd brought back a griffin egg and it had hatched in the living room. Pike had made him promise no more living gifts.

On that bright spring afternoon, Grog was making his way home after having climbed into the hills to fight a giant, just because he could. The sun was shining through the trees above him, casting small shapes of light on the ground. Grog's hammer rested over his shoulder, slick with the hill giant's blood. He was thinking about whether he should stop on his way home to find a gift for Juniper. He knew she would be sad if he didn't bring her something. Maybe he could stop on his way back to pick a few flowers. They would whither more quickly than wolf teeth, but he would be back to the forest in no time, so he could bring her more if Juni was sad that her flowers died.

Something shone in the distance, reflecting the mid-afternoon sunlight. It almost blinded Grog.

"Oh, shiny," he said as he quickly made his way toward the shiny.

Once he was close enough, he noticed that the shiny in question was a large safety pin, keeping a bundle of cloth tightly together. Grog carefully pulled the safety pin out to look at it. He thought Juni might like it, so he placed it in his bag. Then, light babbles echoed from between the folds of the cloth, and he looked down.

There was a baby in the cloth. A tiny thing, but bigger than Juni when she'd been a baby. The same size as the quarter elves when they were baby, or close to it. But it wasn't a quarter elf, even though its ears were pointed. Its skin was pink, but not a normal sort of pink. A bright, flowery sort of pink, which reminded Grog of the sky at dusk sometimes. Pink like some of Scanlan's clothes, or pink like a slice of bacon before its cooked. Two tiny horns protruded from its forehead. Its eyes were a solid shade of gold as if two coins had been placed in its sockets. It barely had any hair on its head.

Confused, Grog looked around, wondering who could have left their baby in the middle of the forest all on its own. All he saw was a dire wolf, attracted by the sounds the baby was making.

"Go," Grog ordered as he tried to shoo the animal away. "Don't make me punch you."

The wolf flinched at the sound of Grog's voice, and after a moment of hesitation, it ran away. Grog kneeled beside the baby and picked it up. Where he'd been able to hold baby Juniper in the palm of his hand, he had to tuck this baby in the crook of his elbow to be sure not to drop it. The child's golden eyes were staring at him with wonder. It extended a tiny pink hand to reach for his face, but its arm was too short to reach Grog's beard.

Grog decided he couldn't leave the baby there, to be eaten by wolves. He had to take him home and take care of him. From now on, this baby would be his. After all, almost everyone else in his family had kids now, so why not him too? Then, he remembered what had happened the last time he'd brought something living home. Pike had said no more living things. But if he didn't tell Pike, then there would be no problem. It seemed like the perfect idea. Don't tell Pike and Scanlan, and he wouldn't have to ask for their permission to keep the baby.

Satisfied with his plan, Grog carefully placed the bundle of cloth in his bag. Once he was sure his new child was comfortable, he continued on his way.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25819042

I’m a creator for the Marvel Trumps Hate 2020

Hey guys! I just registered as a creator for the Marvel Trumps Hate 2020 auction. If you don’t know what that is (I certainly didn’t when I woke up this morning) you should check out their website : https://www.marveltrumpshate.com/

Basically it’s a charity auction for fanworks related to the Marvel fandom, from the comics to the movies and more. I am offering to write a fanfiction for the highest bidder on my offer. I don’t keep the money from the auction, obviously, instead you give it to a charity of your choice that the MTH is partnered with. I looked at their list of partnered charities and they are all very interesting, either focused on environmental or social issues. Again, you should check out their website for more information.

I offered to either write a Captain Marvel story or a New Mutant story, depending on what the winner of the bid wants (I also offered a Mantis/Nebula fic because who knows?)

Bid previews start on October 11th and the auctions last a week, between the 18th and the 24th. Even if you’re not interested in what I do, I’m sure there are going to be tones of creators offering not just fanfictions but also arts and such, so you should definitely take the time to check it out!

New Ask game. Send me one of my fic titles and I'll tell which was THAT SCENE for that fic.

Ok ...im intruiged whats the clone experiment fic gonna be about?

I'm so glad you asked :) I was inspired by some things that happened in the final season of the Bad Batch. I don't want to spoil the whole thing but basically it's a kid fic except neither Shin nor Sabine knew they had a kid and they've been in a situationship since they came back from Peridea. So now they have to deal with the kid and their feelings at the same time!

Meet writer @whiteravengreywolf whose way with words will immediately draw you in!

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.”

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