I Was Raised Out In The Cold - A Wolfwren Fanfiction

I Can See the Force - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have just posted a new one-shot in which Shin gets really drunk and Sabine and Ezra have to guide her back to the shuttle... Not that she's cooperating much! Here is the beginning and if you want to real the whole story the link will be at the end!

After a successful mission, it had become a tradition for Shin and Sabine to get a drink at the nearest bar they could find. This time, Ezra had been fighting with them, and so it was only logical to invite him along. They sat around a small table in the middle of the bar. A life band was playing in one corner, the music interrupted only by the shouts of some patrons or the sound of the hard balls bouncing off each other at the pool table.

Sabine kept glancing at the wall, where a dartboard hung. Shin had noticed her wife’s shifting attention. She knew the longer Sabine was mulling the thought over, the harder she wanted to issue a challenge. The question was, would she challenge Shin or Ezra? When Sabine finished her beer and finally spoke up about it, she tried to make the challenge sound casual:

“Anyone interested in a little game of darts?”

Shin and Ezra exchanged a look. Since neither of them replied, Sabine frowned.

“What?”

“How much?” Ezra asked.

“How much what?”

“How much are we betting? What’s at stakes?”

Sabine crossed her arms.

“We don’t have to bet anything. I was just offering a friendly game.”

Shin shook her head.

“We both know there is no such thing as a friendly game of anything with you.”

Sabine gasped.

“Fine. No darts.”

Ezra sighed. From his pocket, he pulled out a silver ingot of credits and placed it on the table.

“I bet I can hit dead center for all six shots,” he said.

Sabine chuckled.

“You’re so on.”

She tried to reach for the credit but Ezra slid it off the table and stood up. Sabine followed him to the dart board. Shin finished her drink before standing up. Foreseeing that they would be at the bar for another hour, at least, she told them:

“I’m gonna get us more drinks.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54427219

The Knighting of Sabine Wren - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my 200th fanfiction on AO3! This is the story of Sabine traveling to Dagobah to pass her Jedi Trial. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the rest of the story, the link will be at the end :)

As soon as the T-6 landed on Dagobah, Sabine felt cold. Though she wanted to believe that it was only the temperature on the swamp planet which was low, she had grown attune enough to the Force to know the truth. Something evil lurked on this planet. She checked her armor on herself once more, making sure every piece was secured. She was about to pick up her blasters when Ahsoka pulled them away from her.

“Not today,” she told her, and handed her her lightsaber instead.

Sabine took the weapon with a slight grimace and looked down at the hilt. The gravity of the moment fell on her at once. Her heart was beating hard in her throat, a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and fear. Ahsoka must have felt it too, as she placed a hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll be fine. Just remember your training.”

Sabine nodded, and placed the lightsaber at her belt. Ahsoka opened the ramp. Huyang stood by the exit. He gave Sabine a nod before she stepped out. She returned it. Outside, the swamp smelled foul, the water an acrid blue color in some places and disgustingly muddy in others. Ahsoka walked between the ponds, stepping over the strong gnarled roots of the trees. Sabine followed.

“I had to think long and hard about your trial,” her master explained. “You’ve been through so much already.”

“Does that mean we can skip the trials and knight me right away?” Sabine joked.

Her master only rolled her eyes.

“This is where Luke Skywalker came to receive his training. He was given the same trial I am about to give you.”

“It can’t be too hard then,” Sabine replied, mostly to reassure herself.

“He failed his,” Ahsoka added, making her apprentice grimace.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53331094

Hell is a Thanksgiving Dinner - A Fear Street fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here is an extract from my new short multi-chapter fanfiction centered around Cindy and Ziggy going home for Thanksgiving, so you can obviously expect a lot of family drama! If you want to read the whole story, the link is at the end! I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Ziggy woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, followed by the yapping of Major Tom. He'd yet to understand that there wasn't some evil elf hidden in the black box ringing an electronic bell every morning. She didn't think he ever would. Instead, she switched off the alarm and padded her bed, prompting Major to jump back on the covers and nuzzle his nose under her hand, asking to be petted. She patted his head as she stared at the weak sunlight bouncing off her ceiling. She sighed. She didn't feel ready for the day, but she knew it was too late to back down. Although she didn't want to, she slipped out of bed.

Soon enough, she had changed into her tracksuit and was putting on her trainers. Major Tom was waiting for her by the door, his tail wagging happily at the prospect of going out. Ziggy put on her sweater, picked up her earbuds, strapped his retractable leash on Major Tom, and was ready to go.

She ran until she couldn't feel her legs, then let Major drag her for another mile until they were home. They followed their usual route. Down the street, past the wall with a thick layer of band posters, turning right on Elm Street, past the line of suit-wearing businessmen and tired teenagers waiting for their coffee, through the front gate, and into the park, up the main gravel path which traversed the park, along the small gentle stream and over the wooden bridge, past the children's playground, back out of the park, and around the block. Major was ready for another turn and Ziggy had to hold him back to bring him inside their building.

Major sprinted up the stairs while Ziggy took her time. He sat in front of the door, his tail brushing the floor of the hallway. Ziggy unlocked the front door and let Major inside. While he plopped down in front of his water bowl, she took a glass of water and drank.

She gave Major his breakfast and went to take a shower. This was the only way to make sure he was busy while she washed up. She knew he was only worried about her, but every once in a while she'd like to take a shower without him scratching and whining at the door.

Once dressed for the day, Ziggy took her breakfast. As the coffee machine was loudly brewing her a cup, she checked her phone. She had agreed to pick up Cindy at five today, but still, she felt the need to type 'Ready for today?' When halfway through breakfast she still hadn't received any reply, she suspected it was because her sister was still in bed. To be fair, it was still early. She knew Cindy would answer once she was up. She always did.

FULL STORY HERE!

Show Me Family - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back at it again with a one-shot set in my Ahsoka season 2 universe. Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

The sound of wooden swords clashing against each other filled the training room. Sabine dodged Shin’s lunge with a chuckle and struck back. Shin pivoted to counter, then took a step back.

“Maybe someday you’ll land a hit on me,” Shin bragged, the training sword twirling in her hand.

Sabine exhale, taking the short break to catch her breath.

“What would I get for touching you?”

“Moving on from training swords?” Shin suggested.

Sabine rolled her eyes.

“Oh sure, let’s fight with real lightsabers inside a ship. I’m sure Hera will be totally cool with that…”

Shin didn’t let Sabine finish her sentence. She lunged at her again, forcing Sabine to parry. Her defense was unsteady and Shin slid her foot beneath Sabine’s calf, sweeping her leg from under her. Sabine crashed to the floor with a huff.

“Maybe I should ask for something that will really annoy you,” Sabine contemplated from the floor before she pushed herself up.

“Like what?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

Sabine let out another breath, pushing past her exhaustion. She charged with a vertical strike. Shin deflected the blow and retaliated. They traded blows, the room echoing with the sharp thwack of wood on wood and their tired breaths. Sabine aimed for Shin’s ribs and she would have gotten her if Shin hadn’t blocked the blade with the Force. Sabine stepped back.

“Cheating.”

“I know from experience bruised ribs take their time healing.”

“I was just going to give you a little tap, cheater.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52252912

"I write for my own enjoyment"

And

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

Are two sentences that can coexist!

Life Day on Peridea - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a short Christmas fic. It's pre-relationship but I hope it will still keep you entertained until I post my bigger Wolfwren Christmas fic on Christmas day! Here is the beginning and the link to the full story will be at the end!

Days didn’t quite track from one galaxy to the next. Although Huyang’s internal clock would tell them of some special day which had come to pass, no one had the mind to celebrate. Life Day had come and gone with barely a mention, and no song was sung and no gifts were exchanged.

The Noti had their own version of Life Day. Sabine watched them decorate their homes with leaf garlands and pieces of moss. They picked out flat rocks and shells and, come the day of, gifted them to their family and friends. A handful of them gave Sabine gifts and, as she was feeling bad that she had nothing to give in return, she gifted the rocks and the small white seashells back.

That evening, the Noti played music and gathered around a central fire pit, where they cooked and the elder told stories to entertain the young. Sabine, Ahsoka, and Huyang watched from the edge, near their own little campfire. The T-6 had been left higher on the plain behind them, looming over the Noti camp. They watched the Noti tradition with interest, until Sabine spoke:

“I can’t believe Life Day exists even in another galaxy.”

“I’m certain they wouldn’t call it that,” Huyang replied.

“You know what I mean. The singing, the exchange of gifts, all we’re missing is a tree and the candles. And the snow.”

The droid interjected:

“The original Wookie tradition does not require snow in the slightest. Kashyyyk is a temperate planet covered at 87% of jungles. They only experience snow on the poles where the Wookiees do not live.”

Sabine rolled her eyes.

“I grew up on Krownest, remember? What does your encyclopedia tell you about Krownest?”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52416232

Valkyrie’s Flerken Hunt (Carol/Valkyrie fanfic)

A/N: Here’s an extract of my new fanfic, a Carol/Valkyrie story with tons of cute baby flerkens thrown into the mix! The link to the full story will be at the end.

Valkyrie returned home in the early afternoon. The days in Norway were weird, as the sun dipped over the horizon far earlier than it should during most of the year. It drastically cut most days short, and if you add to that the possibility of snow, not everyone was able to work full days, and even she wasn't fully used to the strange cycles. Plus it was very cold, and for someone who'd spent the past few centuries on a temperate and warm planet like Sakaar, New Asgard could quickly turn into a nightmare.

The first thing she did as she returned home was light the fireplace once again. Radiators were not enough to warm her small house. Plus, she liked to have the fire going, purely for the aesthetic of it. Of course, it was easier when Carol was there, and a single photon blast could light up the fire. But since Carol wasn't there, she had to use matches. She pulled Goose's basket out of the way. Goose was still curled up in it. She looked up to glare at Valkyrie when the Asgardian moved her basket. Valkyrie then pushed the metal grid protecting the fireplace away and stacked up logs of all sizes in it before cracking a match. She set it back in place once the fire started, as she knew full well Carol would kill her if any of her precious little kittens played too close to the flames.

Behind her, Goose stood up and stretched. Then, she left her basket to go to the kitchen, probably expecting her owner's girlfriend to feed her. Valkyrie laughed at the flerken's behavior.

"Nope, no food for you until Carol gets home."

As she stood up, she realized the Goose's basket was completely empty. She frowned and looked around the living room. No sign of the kittens.

"Goose where are your babies?" she asked as if the flerken would give her an answer.

She glanced at Goose who didn't even seem to care. Goose wanted food, everything else was secondary. Valkyrie shook her head, realizing she'd started to take Carol's strange habit of talking to her cat like it would respond. She leaned back down and looked under the couch, and the armchair, and the shelf, and the wardrobe. Nothing. She went to the kitchen and looked in every drawer and cupboard until she realized how ridiculous the idea was. She looked under her bed and found a pair of forgotten socks, but no flerken.

The panic which had been growing in her chest seemed to implode when she noticed the chair against the wall in the living room and the open window above it. She must have left it ajar when she left this morning, and she knew for a fact the kittens had become big enough to jump on the chair, and probably jump out the window too.

She rushed outside without even stopping to grab her gloves, scarf and woolen hat. This window led to the pile of firewood, which could have not only cushioned their fall but allow them to walk to the ground and adventure outside easily. Valkyrie hurriedly looked behind the stack, then picked up a few logs to look under. She couldn't hear meowing, and couldn't see anything remotely resembling a cat or a flerken for that matter. She placed the wood back on its pile and looked around. The kitten could have literally gone anywhere. Her house was one of the last ones up the hill, with the main street leading straight to the harbor. They could have run down and go to town. Or they could have gone up the hill, where only her stables and a few other houses remained. And then, the cold plains of Norway.

She shivered as a chilled gust of wind passed over the city. She finally realized that she had gone out completely unprepared. Also, she'd just lost five flerken kittens, and Carol would kill her as soon as she returned.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19174591

Pull Me Out of the Water, Cold and Blue - a Caitvi fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I haven't be able to get these two out from under my skin since I watched season 2, so I thought I'd try the method that works best for me. I wrote the fluffiest, most sugar-sweet fic that I could. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

Vi was not surprised to find Caitlyn reclined on their bed when she came home in the early evening. Neither of them had had a day to rest since the battle and their day wasn’t over, as they had a fundraiser to attend in an hour. Vi didn’t blame her girlfriend for taking a little nap. If she’d come home sooner from Zaun, she would have done the same, but the reconstruction had taken longer than she’d wished.

Vi lingered by the posters of the bed, arms crossed and a tender smile on her face as she watched Cait sleep. Her girlfriend had only removed her boots and was still wearing her pants and a black turtleneck. Her hair was down but her eyepatch was still firmly in place. She was reclined on her back, one hand over her chest, head turned toward the crackling fireplace. Its golden flames danced over her face like butterflies, and Vi watched as the light and shadows clung to Cait’s features.

“I know you’re staring,” Cait said without opening her eye, a certain amusement in her voice.

“Is that a crime? Are you going to throw me in jail for staring?”

Cait huffed like she didn’t want to laugh but she could not stop the sound from rushing past her lips. She rubbed her eye, stretched, and took in a deep breath. Then, she looked at Vi.

“What time is it?”

“Six-ish.”

“Wake me up in half an hour… That ought to give me enough time to prepare…”

Cait rolled away from the fireplace, legs folding atop the covers.

“Hard day at work?” Vi asked her.

“When is it not?”

Vi glanced at the clock. If her girlfriend was going to take a nap, then she figured she would do the same. She rounded the bed to her side, sat down and removed her boots. Then, she laid down across the huge bed, and rolled until she was facing Cait.

Full Story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63135295

Hunter's Moon - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the first chapter of this week's fic! It's a werewolf/werewolf hunter AU and it gets pretty bloody so if that's not your thing, don't worry! I will be back next week with a ton of fluff. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!

Shin was still in her sleepwear, an old band tee-shirt and shorts. She grabbed a mug from the windowed cabinet to pour Sabine her coffee. Sabine went to clean her hands first. Shin set the coffee beside the sink for her then passed a hand under her shirt to scratch her side. As soon as she realized what she was doing, she stopped.

“You could have woken me up,” she told Sabine. “I would have gone with you.”

“But you were sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Sabine kissed the corner of her lips then picked up her mug. Shin continued to pout. Sabine knew her mood would only sour more as the day went on.

“I heard you dragging something.”

“A small stag. Hope you like venison.”

Shin ignored the joke and sat at the small vinyl table, grabbing her own mug of coffee. Sabine, still, was determined to lift her mood. She took her coffee to the table and sat down on the vintage chair.

“I still need to grab a few things from town,” she told the blonde as she reached from the box of cereals between them. “Do you want to come with? You can do some grocery shopping, pick what you want for breakfast tomorrow. We can get lunch at that diner afterward.”

Shin sighed through her nose.

“Fine.”

Sabine offered her a smile. She knew her girlfriend had only agreed to please her, and she appreciated it more than she could ever tell her.

“Hey. We’ve got this. Tried and true techniques. Nothing to worry about.”

Maybe it was the confidence in Sabine’s voice, or her beaming smile, but she finally managed to extract a little smile out of Shin.

“I trust you.”

“I know you do. And I trust you too.”

Scars Will Heal - A CindyxAlice fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back with a new story! This is a canon divergence story where Alice and Cindy both survived the night at Camp Nightwing and are now determined to break the witch’s curse. Here’s an extract of the first chapter, and I will be updating three times a week. If you want to read more, the link to the full story will be at the end! Enjoy!

In early October, when the air would shake the last of its summer heat, it wasn't unusual to awaken to thick fog. The low clouds covered all of Shadyside for hours, and driving for even the smallest of errands became dangerous, at best. By midday, however, when the lunch break rang through the school, the fog would be gone. As the sun rose in the sky, the fog would disperse, layer by layer, so that by the time Cindy left her last morning class, only a few wisps of pale mist clung to the sidewalk.

This was what waking up in the hospital felt like, Cindy found. The heavy fog over her mind lifted, layer by layer. First, the sounds. Obnoxious, regular beeping nearby had woken her up, and for a moment, she thought it was her alarm clock. Then muted voices:

"I told him, 'Beddy, you can't just give those to kids like their candies.' I swear, one day he's gonna be in trouble, and I'll be there to say 'I told you so.'"

Sensations returned soon after, and Cindy remembered she had a body. But it was heavy, and she struggled to move even a finger. She knew she was laying down on something too soft, sinking into it a bit more with every passing second. She feared she would disappear into it completely if she didn't do anything to move. But as she tried, the pain returned. It erupted from the center of her chest and radiated over her entire body. Every breath felt like an ax to the chest.

Memories came flooding back, and Cindy's eyes opened with panic. Camp Nightwing, the trip to the witch's house, the tunnels, Tommy... She choked but realized a moment later it wasn't because of the sadness closing her throat and filling her eyes with tears. There was a tube in her throat, bringing air to her lungs, forcing her to breathe. It prevented her from speaking. She tried to reach for it when she felt a hand grabbing her own.

Her mother was leaning over her, looking somewhat more put together and yet more disheveled than usual.

"It's alright, Cindy, you're okay. You're in the hospital, you're okay."

Cindy wanted to scream that she wasn't okay, but she could only gag on the tube as she tried.

"Don't move, I'll go get a nurse."

Her mother left the room, and Cindy tried to calm herself. She was in the hospital, she was fine. She tried to take a deep, slow breath, following the rhythm of the loud ventilator beside her. New pain flared up with every breath, and exhaling wasn't any better. She remembered the ax hitting her square in the chest, but she couldn't move her head enough to see even the edge of a bandage.

Her mother returned a moment later with two nurses in tow.

"You weren't supposed to be awake yet," one of the nurses said, although Cindy had a feeling it wasn't addressed to her.

Together, they pulled the tube out of Cindy's throat. Despite the morphine floating through her bloodstream and the gentleness of the nurses, Cindy still felt like her throat was peeled from the inside. She gagged on the tube again, and every heave of her chest irradiated more pain over her ribs. When finally the tube was out, Cindy rubbed her sore jaw. A thin tube was wrapped around her ears and beneath her nose.

"The doctor will be with you in a moment," one of the nurses said. "Can I get you anything?"

"Water," Cindy huffed out with a broken voice.

She'd hoped the water would smooth the sandpaper feel of her throat. However, swallowing even the smallest amount of water made her want to scream. So she took sips every so often, hoping this one would be the one that wouldn't hurt, and being disappointed every time.

Once she felt she could speak again, she turned to her mother, who'd seated in the cozy hospital chair once more.

"Where's Ziggy?"

FULL STORY HERE