I Would Do It Again (If I Could Hold You For A Minute) - A Wolfwren Fanfiction

Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - Interlude: Demons Become Angels to Some

Hello everyone! As a surprised birthday gift to myself I have decided to post a little Interlude between part 1 and 2 ;) Link to the full mini-chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/111137689

Firefly vs. Moth: A spur of the moment and simplified analysis on the usage of bugs in The Last of Us

!!Spoilers for The Last of Us & part 2!!

In the first game the symbolic bug is the firefly. Joel is looking for the fireflies to give them Ellie. Essentially, he's looking for the light that he lost when Sarah died. The fireflies are that light, after all their modo is "Look for the light, believe in the fireflies". However, Joel realizes just in time that that light was Ellie all along. She is his new light.

In Part 2, Ellie is not a firefly anymore. Her symbolic bug is the moth, as seen on her tattoo and the many drawings of it she does throughout her journal. She lost her light, but just like a moth, she's searching for it, drawn to it. But this light is nothing like the gentle glow of fireflies, it's a strong, dangerous flame that almost burns her.

I feel the same could apply to Abby, the once firefly who lost her light. Although her animal is the wolf, she too acts like a moth, entice by the fire of vengeance which almost burns her, until she's able to pull away and renounce it.

Shin's First New Republic Contract - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! This is a one-shot sequel to my fanfiction "The Injury of Finally Knowing You" which ended last week. You will find the beginning of the one-shot below and if you want to read the whole thing the link will be at the end!

Sabine was growing tired of being captured. Even during her rebellion era, she couldn’t remember being captured that often. At least this time, she wasn’t alone.

Shin paced the prison cell, moving from one side to the other until she had given Sabine a headache. Sabine was reclined against the single bunk. They had taken her lightsaber, guns, helmet and removed her vambraces for good measure.

“Well, isn’t this fun?” she began.

While it had the intended objective of making Shin stop pacing, she didn’t expect her girlfriend to glare at her.

“Aren’t you enjoying our time together?”

“I would enjoy it more if we weren’t trapped in the brig of a Star Destroyer.”

Sabine shrugged.

“Any time together can be a fun time.”

Shin rolled her eyes and began pacing again.

“Oh, come on, babe. We’re fine.”

Shin whirled toward her. Sabine could read her like an open book now. The anxiety that lived in her eyes, the frustration that pulled her lips into a scowl, the confusion that made her brow furrow ever so.

“We are not fine, Sabine. We’ve been captured. How can you be so calm in such a moment? Need I remind you; this isn’t your life on the line here. If we fuck up, I will be paying the price.”

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51431434

Reblogged from Writing About Writing Facebook page.

Chapter is up! Thank you all for your patience <3

Unfortunately the final chapter of I Can Wait for You at the Bottom will be delayed because AO3 is down for maintenance and I will be in class once the website is up and running again. I will do my best to post it before 6 p.m. Eastern Standard Time but otherwise it will have to wait until tonight... Sorry guys 😔

Someone: *mentions Captain Marvel*

Me: 

it just be like that I guess

The Letter - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Ruby/Christina story, where Christina receives a letter from Ruby that wasn’t meant for her. If you want to read more the link to the full story will be at the end!

It all started with a letter, Christina would tell her. The moving crew was still bringing her living room out of the truck when she opened her mailbox. It was a warm late October day, considering the Chicago weather. Although she hadn't put her name on the mailbox yet, she went to check in case any ads and fliers had been slipped in. However, when she opened the box, there was only one letter, seating neatly at the bottom of the mailbox. Christina pulled it out and inspected it.

The letter had gone through the proper channels if the stamp was anything to go by. Apparently, the letter had been waiting there for almost a month. And it wasn't even for her. The address was correct, but the house on Hyde Park no longer belonged to one William Davenport, who had moved with his wife and children to who knew where some month and a half ago. Christina had bought it just two weeks ago.

As she walked back inside, dodging big sweaty men in jumpsuits carrying boxes and armchairs and chunks of furniture up the driveway, she flipped the letter over. There was a return address, fortunately. To Ruby Baptiste, though Christina later had to check a map to know the exact location of the building. The South Side, a medium-sized apartment complex near the highway. Christina left the letter on her kitchen counter and promptly forgot about it, busy as she was ordering the moving crew around. She would return it eventually, she thought.

That evening, as she sat down in her partially built living room, eating pizza and channel surfing, she remembered the letter. Or rather, she spotted it again when she went to get a glass and a bottle of wine in the kitchen. She picked it up and brought it back to the living room with her. She poured herself a large glass and stared at the letter. It had been sitting in her mailbox for a month. Whoever had sent it didn't know the previous owner had moved out. She certainly hoped it wasn't too pressing. Her leg began to bounce as curiosity slowly ate away at her decency. Finally, after five long, agonizing minutes, she broke. She opened the letter.

There were two sheets of paper inside, folded together. The bottom one seemed to be the results of a blood test. Christina didn't remember hearing the previous owner had been a doctor. Then, she read the other piece of paper, hand-written.

 I'm pregnant and you know it's yours. I don't care if you want it or not, but you better help or I'll talk to your wife.

Well, that explained the sudden move, Christina thought. Something told her the wife already knew he was having an affair. But they moved before they could learn about the child he had fathered behind her back. Christina sighed and folded the letter back in the envelope. It certainly wasn't addressed to her, or even her concern. She discarded the letter and turned back to the TV.

Still, she couldn't quite get the letter out of her mind. She couldn't help but think about this young woman who was still waiting for an answer. Would she eventually come knocking on Christina's door, only for Christina to have to break the truth to her? She really didn't want to have anyone crying on her front porch. The better thing would be to return the letter the next day. But would they even let her return an open letter? She sighed. She was supposed to meet with Tic anyway, she could take a small detour to bring the letter back. Break her the news, give her back the letter, and move on with her own problems.

Christina sipped some wine and leaned back on her leather couch. It sounded like a good plan.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28403304/chapters/69596649

I Was Raised out in the Cold - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have added a new story to my "Ahsoka season 2 and beyond" series, this one about a mission on Hoth! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the full story the link will be at the end!

“Sabine? Sabine? Sabine!”

Shin pushed past her and, contracting the Force above her like a muscle, deflected the snow away from them, blocking the path between them and the stormtroopers hot on their tails. A splash of powdery flakes fell on Sabine. The cold sharpened her mind, bringing her out of her thoughts. Shin turned around to look at her, but there was an indescribable expression on her face.

“Focus, damn it,” she barked at her.

The hissing of a flamethrower echoed on the other side of the wall of snow. They both knew they couldn’t linger. Sabine grabbed Shin by the wrist and took off running.

It had struck Sabine as ironic when they had been assigned the mission. The Empire was using the Rebellion’s former base on Hoth to hide. But now that they were in the thick of it, with no aerial support, she was as far from laughing as could be. Shin escaped her grasp and passed her, brushing against the walls of packed snow of the old trenches. The ammunition storage room would blow any minute now, and they better be out of there before it did.

Behind them, the stormtroopers had cleared the snow with a flamethrower and fired another rocket at them. It impacted on the wall beside them, leaving a melted spot and making the once sturdy snow crumple onto itself. Sabine flinched and picked up the pace. With one blaster in hand, she tried to aim back at them, however the trenches were irregular and their enemies used the terrain to avoid her shots as much as they did.

Ahead, they reached one of the caves that led further into the base. Shin unlocked the heavy door with the Force and pulled it open. As soon as both she and Sabine were inside, Shin shut the door behind them and bent the mechanism inside to prevent the stormtroopers from following.

“Where is Ahsoka?”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51630706

Peter: Ms. Carol Marvel, I have a question, ma'am.

Carol: Marvel isn't my last name, but go ahead, Peter.

Peter: Are you my mother figure or my lesbian aunt?

Carol:

Carol: Why not both?