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Rock Wars - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! The first chapter of my long awaited rival rock bands/secret romance AU is finally up! Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!

Shin glared at her.

“Sabine Wren, stalking is beneath you.”

Sabine whirled around to face the blonde.

“The only thing beneath me is you, once we crush you again.”

Shin got into her space, fiery glare finding Sabine’s eyes.

“Say that again.”

Before Sabine could, Hera grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

“I’m not letting you disqualify us before the contest has even begun.”

Sabine followed her, though she glanced back at the Nightsisters. Trilla gave her a little wave, looking smug as always. Reva had to pull Shin toward the stage. Sabine sighed and set her bass back in its case.

“Sabine, I don’t want you to come anywhere near them if you’re going to start a fight,” Hera ordered her.

“It was just a bit of pre-competition banter. I’m not going to fight them.”

Hera gave her an unconvinced look. Sabine snapped her bass case shut and picked it up. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she saw that she had received a message. The sender, Wolf, had sent a grainy, zoomed in picture of her back on stage. The caption below read ‘I think I know exactly what you should do.’ A reference to their song. Clever, she mused.

“Sabine, come on, we’re going to the VIP tent,” Ezra told her.

“I think I’m going to hang back,” she replied just as she heard the first few notes of the Nightsisters’ song. “Stake out the competition.”

Hera gave her a suspicious look.

“No fighting.”

“Girl scout’s honor,” Sabine replied, placing her phone on her chest.

Hera shook her head and didn’t comment on the fact that Sabine had never been a girl scout, and more the type of girl to prank the girl scouts. The Specters without Sabine left the backstage. Sabine turned around and watched their worst enemy perform.

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

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

Cause Baby, I Get the Job Done - An Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 7 of @agathaallalongweek and today's story was inspired by an awesome fanart that @cattles-bians posted a while ago. Basically, Agatha is the daughter of Mephisto and she has horns. Oh, and Mephisto wants a grandson. Agathario smut ensues. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy ;)

Agatha hated going to her father’s place. The man had only one decorative element on display everywhere, like he’d never acquired a sense of taste in the past however many thousand years he’d been alive. Sure, fire and brimstone had its effect on first time visitors, but she thought he could make an effort to spruces up the place every so often.

Mephisto sat on his huge obsidian throne that looked like someone had splashed lava on a chair and it had cooled instantly. The uneven shape of the armrests was a touch of whimsy that Agatha always thought didn’t suit the man – extra-dimensional demon – who sat on it. He looked down at her with displeasure, which she was quite used to. No matter the parent, she was always disappointing them.

“Hey dad,” she said as she stopped on the basalt dais in front of her. A chasm with lava running at the bottom separated her from Mephisto, and she could easily cross it if she wanted to, but her dad wasn’t much of a hugger and to be honest, neither was she. “Sorry I missed Father’s Day. And the one before. And the one before that.” For show, she quickly counted on her fingers then waved the whole thing off. “I’ve missed a few, I know.”

“Agatha,” Mephisto’s voice boomed around the throne room, making the imps in the wings shudder. Agatha didn’t even flinch. “You know why you’re here. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Is this about the Hindenburg? Because I figured you’d appreciate it. But that was years ago…” She pretended to think, stalling the conversation. “Is this about JFK?”

“Agatha,” he shouted at her, his voice so powerful it made all the flames on the walls tremble. “Twenty suitors I’ve sent your way, and you’ve killed them all!”

“Oh… that.”

She knew it was the reason her father had summoned her, she was just messing with him, because what was the point of having the Devil as a father if she couldn’t rile him up.

“I have given you power and knowledge,” Mephisto continued. “In exchanged, I’ve asked only one thing of you. The Antichrist-”

“The Antichrist, I know.”

“And yet in over three hundred years on this Earth, you have yet to give me a grandson.”

“Jeez, dad, I’m still a little young, don’t you think?” He glared at her and she huffed. “I’m not ready to have a kid.”

FULL STORY HERE

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?

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At Last - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have a short fluffy one-shot for you today, before the marathon that Wolfwren week is going to be! Here is the beginning and if you want to read more the link will be at the end!

As Shin stepped into the bathroom, Sabine was already under the shower, one arm out as she felt the lukewarm water heating up. Shin was feeling out of sorts. They rarely showered together. It might seem strange. Their relation was so physical, but for some reason, they almost never shared a shower. When Sabine had asked her if she wanted to shower, Shin had thought for a second that it was a poorly veiled attempt at seducing her. But Sabine hadn’t seemed like she had an ulterior motif.

Shin was still pondering the situation as she undressed, her back to the shower. She couldn’t place that sudden nervous tension beneath her ribs. They had been dating for a while, she had seen Sabine naked plenty of time, and vice versa. There was something else that unsettled her. Still, she tried to ignore it. The shower was steaming now, and the bathroom was fogging up.

Once undressed, she opened the shower door and slid inside. It was a tight fit. Shin kept her arms wrapped around her chest. It would be impossible to move without knocking into Sabine, or the shower door, or the tray with all the bottles in the corner. She couldn’t even stand under the showerhead properly, as half of the water cascaded over her waist. Shin was about to say that it had been a bad idea, that the shower was too cramp, and she would wait until Sabine was done to wash herself. Then, Sabine turned around.

“Hi, there.”

She smiled at her that bright smile, like a crescent moon in the night sky. Shin remained rooted on the spot. If Sabine wanted to take a cramp shower, she would cooperate.

Sabine, ever perceptive, noticed the line of tension over Shin’s shoulders. She placed her hands on her arms. Shin felt the pads of her fingers press softly over the little scars there.

“Are you okay?”

“Just... cold,” Shin lied.

Prey - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! How are you on this first day of @wolfwrenweek ? Here is my story for the first day, "The Moon" following as many of the prompts as I could fit! It's a Vampire smut so I hope you'll enjoy it! Here's the beginning of the story and if you want to read all of it the link will be at the end!

The dancefloor was packed with people. Despite the loud music blaring from every speaker, Sabine could hear each of their heartbeats, like a base that never dropped. She could taste the air, a combination of sweet alcohol and sweat that whetted her appetite. She’d never come to this club before, but Ezra had convinced her to journey specifically to this part of town to try it out. He’d said the music was good and the alcohol better. She didn’t care about alcohol, and so far, the music had been alright. What interested her more where the girls, and which one would be her next meal.

She had lost sight of Ezra in the crowd. No doubt he was dancing with someone. She ought to mingle too, she thought as she left her stool, leaving an untouched glass of club soda behind. As the new song began, she pressed her way into the crowd.

Some vampires hated crowded places. They said it was like tempting the devil. Sabine thought they just had weak resolve. She loved it. She enjoyed the anonymity of the crowd, pressed between other bodies, in the dark. Between the lights flashing above, the heat of everyone pressed together on the dancefloor, and the pounding of their heartbeats, so close to her, this was the appetizer, the perfect tease before a perfect meal.

Sabine tried to find a woman to dance with. She moved, step by step, around the crowd until she spotted someone that was interested in her. She was almost in the middle of the dancefloor when she felt eyes on her. It sent a shiver down her spine. Only one kind of person could cause such a response from her. She stopped dancing and turned.

She had migrated near the VIP booths, lavish velvet couches set on a raised platform on one side of the club. Now one woman was observing her from the booths. Not just observing her, glaring at her with cold, shining blue eyes. She had shoulder-length platinum hair and her glare was only intensified by black eyeshadow smeared all around her eyes.

“Shit,” Sabine muttered to herself.

There was no time to find Ezra. She would text him later. She had to get out now.

She pushed her way through the crowd and off the dancefloor. She was on the other side of the entrance, but she saw a green sign shining in a corner, indicating an emergency exit. This was an emergency. She ran past the handful of tables on the side and followed the wall into a short corridor. It led to the bathrooms and the emergency exit. She expected it to be locked, but the door opened with ease. She stumbled outside into the summer air. It was barely any cooler than the inside of the club. A blanket of heat had fallen over the city two days ago and nothing could move it since. Sabine brushed the sweat off her face and turned around, shutting the club door with a sigh of relief.

She found herself in an alley. The club’s wall behind her was made up of bricks plastered with band and festival posters. Across was the side of a store, and the bricks had been painted with a thick layer of white. A couple was making out pressed against the white bricks. As soon as they noticed Sabine standing near them, they pulled apart.

“The fuck, dude?” the man groaned at her.

Sabine didn’t even spare them a glance. She looked on either side of the alley. One side led to a bunch of dumpsters. The other shone orange with the light of a nearby streetlight. That was the direction the offended couple took, hand in hand, as they intended to continue their nastiness elsewhere. Sabine decided also to rejoin civilization. She was bound to find a taxi nearby.

“Going somewhere?”

I Think We're Alone Now - a Caitvi fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I thought one Caitvi story would be enough to get them out of me but apparently, it wasn't. I might have to write more every so often. Anyway, this new one is a canon divergent story where Cait and Vi have to work together at a charity gala. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Caitlyn Kiramman had no idea what to expect when she returned to work after her mandated recovery period. She could imagine her mother had negotiate with the chief to have her chained to a desk for the next ten years. The thought made her nauseous and she was ready to plead her case when she pushed through the station’s doors that morning.

Walking past the reception desk where she gave a nod to the officers as a good morning, she stepped into the large office room, where desks sat neatly in rows. All the enforcers already present stopped what they were doing, whether it was chatting or pouring themselves a mug of coffee, to stare at her. The strap of Cait’s eyepatch seemed to constrict around her skull and her hand twitched as she fought the urge to touch it. She kept her head high and traversed the room to the staircase. Injury or not, she had been cleared for duty.

The first floor was the opposite of the ground floor, a narrow corridor with closed off rooms. Some were interrogation rooms, others small conference rooms. The chief’s office was at the end. As Cait approached, she heard loud voices coming from within. The door had a frosted glass window, and she could see the shape of someone pacing within. She paused in front of the chief’s secretary, who was wrapping a handful of letters into pneumotube capsules.

“The chief asked to see you as soon as you come in,” he said.

Caitlyn frowned. Whoever was inside was still ranting, a woman by the sound of her voice, though Cait didn’t recognize who.

“I don’t want to interrupt,” she replied.

The secretary shook his head.

“They’re waiting for you.”

Cait’s confusion only deepened. She hesitated for another second, then knocked at the door. The voice inside fell silent, and chief Grayson said:

“Come in.”

Caitlyn pushed the office door open and stepped inside. Grayson sat behind her desk, looking as unreadable as usual. The woman who had been talking wasn’t dressed like an enforcer, but wore a red jacket, standing near the chief’s desk as if she had been pacing. Cait thought she looked familiar but she couldn’t remember seeing her, and she would have remembered seeing her, as her bright pink hair looked like an explosion at the front that descended to her shoulder blades at the back, the left side shaved. Her powder blue eyes had snapped from Grayson to Caitlyn the moment she had entered, and the way her eyebrows furrowed told Cait that she was displeased. A faint tattoo stood out against the freckles on her cheek and a much bigger one was visible on her neck and disappeared beneath her jacket.

Both Grayson and the pink-haired woman looked at her expectantly, so Cait shut the door behind her, squared her shoulders and said:

“You wanted to see me, chief?”

The other enforcer exploded:

“Kiramman? That’s your genius idea?”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64673230/chapters/166143868

Oshecki Week Prompts Are Here!!!

Each day is organized around an overarching theme, with a variety of suggested prompts. Use as many (or little!) of these prompts as you'd like - it's totally fine to combine a handful of them into your fic, or to use none of them and just go for the overall vibe of the day. Whatever gets you excited and creating, that works for us 🧡🧡🧡

Got questions? We want to hear them! Oshecki Week is September 24 - 28 and we can't wait to see what you all make! 💫

PROMPTS

Day 1 - Sep. 24 - For Light and Life - a day for hope and balance

Prompts: Force Visions | Star Crossed | Jedi Knights/Padawans | Jecki Lives AU | Osha Stays in the Order / Jecki Leaves the Order

Day 2 - Sep. 25 - More Flexible Than A Droid - an intimate twilight

Prompts: Mae/Osha/Jecki | Training Together | butch4femme | Devotion | Padawan Braids | Upside Down Kiss

Day 3 - Sep. 26 - What We Survive - the dark night of the soul

Prompts: Light and Dark | Wound Tending | Obsession | Sith AU | "why do you love people who only go so far?"

Day 4 - Sep. 27 - I'll Look You Up - a gentler, softer dawn

Prompts: T4T | Stargazing | Holo Call | Date Night at the Cantina | Sharing Clothes | the Republic Fair

Day 5 - Sep. 28 - Pull the Thread - a new day in a new world

Prompts: Alternate Realities | Role Swap | Time Travel | Modern | Medieval | Fantasy | Never a Jedi | Soulmates

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