Angels Like You Can’t Fly Down Here - An Avatrice Fanfiction (in Space)

Knocking on Death's Door - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have a drabble for this final day of @agathaallalongweek ! Today is a bonus day and I picked "Celestial Agatha" as my prompt. Here is the beginning and the link to the full story will be at the end. Enjoy!

Someone was knocking at Death’s door. Rio knew it was impossible, that nothing in the universe was strong enough to open that door aside from her, and yet, she felt it rattle. The lock held, but not by much, as whatever was on the other side banged against the planks, fingernails scraping on the wood until it left deep grooves behind. When the assault ended, Rio was both relieved and worried. She wasn’t sure the door would hold another assault, and whatever had tried would certainly try again. The only thing she could do was stop them before they did.

She followed the trail of magic, because magic this powerful left a trace, until she found herself in Hollywood where she melted out of the shadows inside a sound stage. Every available surface had been painted with circles and runes and symbols while candles floated in the air for a ritual that Rio didn’t know, but could comprehend. Her culprit was here, alright. Then, once she saw the crumpled shape in the center, she felt foolish. She should have known Agatha Harkness was behind it all.

Agatha was on her knees, visibly shaking in the dark sound stage. At first, Rio wasn’t sure whether she was shaking from anger that her ritual had failed or from sadness, but then she heard a strangled sob. She approached her carefully, without making a sound, as one would creep on a lion. In the past, this would have worked, but now, even without looking at her, Agatha could sense her.

“Come to gloat?” she snarled.

She sat back, brushed the tears out of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye she composed herself to the charismatic and unshakable witch Rio knew her to be. It might have fooled some, but never her.

“I felt you calling.”

“Is that what I was doing? Because I thought I was about to bring my son back.”

FULL STORY HERE

In a world that wants to shove advertisements in our face every second of every day, do you realize how significant it is that AO3 doesn’t host ANY ads? They make NO revenue from the traffic they receive or from users in any way.

You might not even realize how exhausting it is to be bombarded with advertising all the time. Just look at FFN. You can’t read anything on the mobile version of the site without having to scroll past huge adds in the middle of a fic or between reviews. You can’t watch a YouTube video without encountering ads at the beginning of the video, the middle of the video, and/or the end of the video. With influencer culture, most YouTube videos are advertisements.

But AO3 is an ad-free space created by fans for fans. They ask for donations to keep running and to pay for lawyers (to protect our right to produce fannish works), what, twice a year? And no one profits off that money. Because AO3 is part of a non-profit organization….

Anway, I’m still baffled by the people out there who think AO3 is an evil organization out to scam people.

The purity wank stuff is another matter altogether.

You're laughing! My kitten's chicken legs aren't strong enough to walk and you're laughing!

CONFIRMED!!! MURLEY RETURNS IN AHSOKA SEASON 2

And!! LOTH KITTENS!!

"I have to pay for the show somehow so- I created these small loth-kittens... Their legs aren't strong enough to walk so they roll around. They come in several different colours. And I brought Murley back because he was evidently a big star and I didn't know it. So...loth cats, who knew?? (...my dog knew. He didn't like Murley.)"

-Dave Filoni, Ahsoka Panel, Star Wars Celebration 2025

(Rosario Dawson adds, with an excited squeak: we love the loth-balls!!)

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

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?

I Put a Spell on You - A New Mutants fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from the IllyanaxRoberto story I promised a while back! It’s about the school’s Halloween Ball, and Roberto being kind of confused about his and Illyana’s relationship status. If you’re interested, the link to the whole story will be at the end of the post.

Roberto reached the door leading down to the club room on autopilot. He only pulled out of his thoughts when it came time to walk down the stairs. The club room was ajar, and he heard laughing from inside. When he walked in, he found Illyana seating behind the computer, as usual, working on editing their movie. Sam, Dani, and Rahne were seating around one of their tiny sets, talking. They were almost done shooting their short film, but the last few sets needed to be finished before they could continue.

"Hey, where were you?" Rahne asked as Roberto walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Finishing my lunch," he said with a frown as if there could be another answer.

Illyana stretched her arms and stood up, picking up her bag.

"Take over, I have to go to class."

She walked past him and gave him a look. That look. It was like an intense kiss in the rain. It hurt Roberto's heart so much, but in a good, lightening sort of way. Every time it made him want to pull her back to him and kiss her fiercely. Every time she was already gone before he could snap out her spell. Roberto swallowed thickly and went to sit by the computer. He was still holding the tickets in his hand. He went through his bag, looking for his wallet, to store the tickets safely away.

"What's that?" Rahne asked because nothing ever evaded her.

"Nothing," Roberto replied quickly.

Sam and Dani looked his way, and Sam said:

"Tickets for the ball?"

"Well, yeah, you have to have a ticket to get in, don't you?"

"Yeah, but two tickets..." Sam trailed off.

There was a moment of silence and Roberto tried to focus on his work, hoping the others would let it go. Dani didn't.

"Are you gonna ask Illyana to go to the dance with you?"

"Why? Are you gonna make fun of me?"

"No, I just think it's romantic."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27189994

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C1IXo5sxbem/?igsh=c3p2OGJmbWw5YW0w

Is this how we should imagine Sabine casually showing off for Shin at the stronghold? ⛸️😂

Loved the fic! ✨

🤣🤣 Thank you! And yes I can absolutely see it! Sabine is just doing the coolest stuff meanwhile Shin is looking like Bambi trying to keep up XD

The Price of Peace - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I've just begun posting a new multi-chapter fic. It's based on the romance between Obi-Wan and Satine, but this time it's Shin and Sabine. I hope you'll enjoy it :) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!

Shin could count how many times she’d left Coruscant on one hand. This would be her sixth times, officially calling for the use of a second hand to count. They were bound for Mandalore. She sat in the co-pilot seat, watching the stars flash around them, boxing their small ship into a tunnel of light. Baylan sat on the other side of the cockpit, his gaze not on the galaxy around them but on his padawan.

“What is the title given to the leader of Madalore?”

Shin had to tear her eyes away from the lights. She looked back at her master, then her gaze fell to the ground as she searched her memory. She’d been given a crash course on Mandalorian politics by the librarian before leaving, but it had been pretty late at night and she had fallen asleep on her desk four times in an hour.

“The Mandalore?”

“Mand’alor. It has been a long time since the Mandalorians have chosen a Mand’alor, hence yet another civil war.”

“Master, if this is the third civil war in as many generations, what can we truly do to help them?”

Baylan sighed. Shin knew her master wasn’t entirely thrill by their assignment, but it had been too long since he had been given any mission, and the Council knew that. Whatever the case may be, Shin was determined to make the most of the assignment.

“We will do what the Council has asked of us. We will protect the Countess Wren for as long as is required.”

The ship let out a beep, indicating they would soon exit hyperspace. Baylan turned his attention back to the controls and Shin imitated him. While her master wasn’t thrilled about joining a civil war, Shin wasn’t thrilled about their target. She imagined the Countess to be like all the politicians in Coruscant, probably old and full of ideas that would be impossible to execute even in the best of times. The kind of politicians who practiced their cordial smiles in the mirror every morning. This Countess was apparently the Mandalorians’ greatest chance at peace. Shin couldn’t quite believe that.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52296436/chapters/132292435

Someone: *mentions Captain Marvel*

Me: 

Setback - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the first chapter of my bew multi-chapter story. It's a cooking AU. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end!

“Hello?” a voice came from the front.

Sabine brushed her mouth with her hands, then her hands on her jeans. She left her sandwich aside and picked up her notebook. She didn’t know what to expect when she stepped out of the kitchen. Certainly not a woman her age, with shoulder-length hair. The bottom was dyed platinum blond but she hadn’t bothered dying them again, allowing her natural dark brown to take over. Her green-blue eyes looked over Sabine as she walked around the counter and came up to her to shake her hand.

“You must be Shin Hati. I’m Sabine Wren.”

Shin’s handshake was firm.

“How long has this bar been in your family?” Shin asked.

“Oh, just… my parents started it and I’m hoping to continue it.”

Sabine pursed her lips. Perhaps opening with how close to ruin this place was wasn’t the right way to begin the interview. She motioned for the nearest table.

“Please, sit.”

They sat opposite each other and Sabine flipped through her notebook until she found the right page. She had written down a few questions and what little information she thought Shin would need.

“I was really surprised when I saw your email. I mean, you’re like an actual cook.”

Shin frowned.

“Aren’t you looking for a cook?”

“Yeah, but I mean, I thought I would get applications from fast food people, not Calodan. Why the change of career?”

Shin seemed to chew her words before she spoke them, a small wrinkle between her eyebrows as she focused.

“The way I see it, it isn’t a change of career. I would still be cooking, right?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. I’m looking for someone to replace my friend as soon as possible. I’m not firing him. He isn’t quitting either. His help was always temporary and he got the job he wanted, so…”

Sabine trailed off. She really wanted Shin to take the position. Wren Stronghold had a reputation for being a good bar, but outside of regulars these days, they didn’t get a lot of customers. She figured if anything could turn that around, it was good food.