Sabine's Universe - A Wolfwren Fanfiction

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

Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - An Avatrice Priory of the Orange Tree AU

Hey everyone! I’m back with my first fanction in a while! This is a Priory of the Orange Tree AU where Ava is a Queen and Beatrice the protector sent from the Priory to keep her safe. Spoilers of the book! Here’s an extract from the first chapter and if you want to read more, the link it at the end!

Beatrice had read about those lavender fields, how they surrounded the city of Carscaro and filled the air with their sweet, powerful scent. The books had been true though they had undervalued the sight. From the road leading into the city, the rows of waist-high purple bushes opened like fans, and colored the horizon. The city stood among them, tall and proud, nestled against hard mountains. Camilla had also told her about Carscaro, though she had only visited the city once. She had told her to watch out for crowded spaces, where one was quite likely to lose their purse before they could spend a single coin. Beatrice had no money to spend. She had come to the city on foot, dressed as a pilgrim, the blades she carried hidden beneath her heavy cloak.

She entered the city, like everyone else, through the main gate, dodging between wine carts and noblemen carriages. She kept her gaze ahead, even as she encountered soldiers. She could feel them staring at her. She wondered, still, after weeks on a boat, why Mother Superion had sent her. She stood out in a crowd even as she didn't mean too. Easterners in the West remained a rarity, even as trade routes had opened significantly in the past few decades. Camilla may have less experience, but she would have fit in her native home far better than Beatrice ever could.

Following the instructions she had been given, she made her way to a tavern called The Dragonsbane. She brushed past the zealots preaching at the corner of the establishment and entered. It was the middle of the afternoon, and the tavern was quite empty, except for a few regulars already on their bar stools. She had no doubt it would change soon enough. Within, the smell of lavender had been replaced by that of wine, as if the walls had soaked in it. It made her nose itch.

She found her query easily enough, for their was only one man dressed in fine courtier silks in this small establishment. She sat in the chair opposite him. He held an untouched glass in his hand, swirling the Bordeaux liquid against the glass but never bringing it to his lips.

“I told Mother Superion that there was no need to send someone,” he said as she sat, keeping his voice low. “The killer has been apprehended, we will have the name of his employer soon enough.”

“This is just a precaution, Father Vincent. I won't intervene unless another attempt is made on her life.”

Link to the full first chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/109853208

Is It Casual Now? - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapter story, this one is a Firefighter AU. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!

When Old Jho pushed the glass back in front of her, Sabine took a sip then said:

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

The blonde’s attention turned to her. She had cold, piercing green eyes, almost blue in the dim bar. Her lips were set in a neutral line, as if she didn’t quite care to engage Sabine in conversation. Sabine added:

“New recruit?”

The blonde shrugged.

“Not really. Reassigned.”

“Bad captain or need for a change of scenery?”

“Neither. Don’t get used to seeing me around here anyway. It’s only a matter of time before I get reassigned again.”

The blonde picked up her drink and finished it. Sabine watched her with a slight frown. She assumed the blonde was a temp, shifted from station to station to fill in whenever someone had to take a leave.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your time on this side of the city.”

She raised her glass as a welcoming gesture, then took another sip. The blonde motioned for Old Jho to give her another drink. While they waited, Sabine thought she’d introduced herself.

“I’m Sabine.”

“Shin,” the blonde replied curtly.

“Are you alone tonight? No welcome crew from the station trying to show you a good time?”

Shin shrugged.

“What’s the point? Like I said, I’ll be gone in a few weeks.”

“You never try to make friends with people in your station?”

Shin shook her head.

“How about people from other stations?” Sabine asked in a low voice.

Shin must have gotten her meaning, as her eyes roamed down Sabine’s face, to her plaid shirt and jeans. Sabine smirked. When Shin’s eyes returned to her, she was smirking too. Sabine liked where this was going.

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

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.

"I write for my own enjoyment"

And

"I'm happy when people interact with my writing"

Are two sentences that can coexist!

Reblogged from Writing About Writing Facebook page.

Casual - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! My new E-rated one-shot in which Sabine flies private jets and Shin is her client/boss is out! Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!

Sabine primed the plane for their descent then turned on the seatbelt sign and turned on her mike.

“This is your captain speaking. Due to tornado sightings ahead, we will be taking next chance we get to wait out the storm. We’re sorry for the inconvenience this detour will cause.”

It was never enough for those rich business people she carried, but Sabine had been taught right, and she would be damned if she caved to money when safety was concerned. The plane dipped toward the dark gray clouds below. The sun would be setting soon too. It would have been a nightmare to navigate a tornado corridor at nighttime.

Sabine was pulled out of her focus by commotion coming from outside. She heard the flight attendant arguing with another woman, their client. Sabine pushed one earphone off her ear so she could hear them arguing more clearly.

“Why is the door locked?” the client asked.

“Security measures, ma’am. Now, if you’d follow the captain’s orders-”

Sabine sighed. She’d thought at least the client would wait until they had landed to throw a tantrum, but apparently not.

“I need to speak with the captain.”

“You can’t-”

“I owe this plane, don’t tell me what I can or can’t do.”

Sabine rolled her eyes and took off her headphones. She better intervene before the situation escalated.

“Keep her steady,” she instructed Ezra.

Her co-pilot acknowledged the order with a nod. Sabine unbuckled her seatbelt and stood up. The cockpit was small, and in two steps she had reached the door. She unlocked it. Both the attendant and the client turned to her.

“Captain, she-” the attendant began.

Sabine shook her head.

“It’s alright. Go take your seat, I’ll handle it.”

The flight attendant slid away from between them, leaving Sabine to face the client. The woman had jaw-length blond hair and was wearing a gray suit, the jacket discarded on her seat and the sleeves of the shirt rolled up. Her green-blue eyes were hard with a furious glare.

Mando'a Lesson - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the sequel to my halloween High School AU that a lot of you enjoyed! You will find the beginning of the story below but if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!

Shin unlocked her front door like a thief. She passed her head through and listened to the quiet home, waiting for Baylan’s calm strong voice to ask her if she was back from school. But he never spoke, because he wasn’t home yet. She had chosen this day specifically because Baylan worked later than usual. Once she was sure of it, she let Sabine in and locked the door behind them.

“This way,” she told her as she hurried up the stairs without giving Sabine a moment to look around the entrance hall or the living room.

Upstairs, she snuck Sabine into her bedroom. Her girlfriend paused on the threshold, taking in the room. The walls were that most neutral shade of gray. Shelves heavy with trophies hung on the walls, leaving little to no space for posters. A single one hung over her desk, an ad for a fight between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Maul. The room was clean without so much as a straight piece of clothing on the floor. Sabine took off her orange leather jacket, sat on the desk chair and pivoted it to face the room.

“I could help you repaint your room, if you’d like.”

Shin rolled her eyes and sat at the foot of her bed. She set her school backpack beside her and opened it.

“Help me pass Mando’a first, we can talk about repainting my room later.”

She pulled out her notebook and flipped through it. Her brain was completely phobic to Mando’a. She had been studying it for years at school, yet she could barely remember the minimum. And she had put it off for so long, focusing on her strongest subjects and her competitions that, now that she was actually likely to fail, the private lesson was an emergency. Lucky for her, her new girlfriend was fluent in Mando’a.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51351385