I Got Tagged By @balancingtheforce To Answer Some Questions So Before I Forget To Do It, Let's Answer

And the moment you've been waiting for, here are the prompts for the week!

Taking place from the 18th-25th of May, we're so excited to see what you all come up with ✨️

Say I decided to post the next chapter of Here I Am, Next to You (You Pull at my Seams) on Wednesday instead of waiting until Saturday:

No Magic Word Can Make Me Disappear - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back with this short one-shot inspired by Jennifer’s Body! Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole thing the link is at the end! Hope you enjoy!

Christina hadn't been answering her phone all evening. Ruby was growing worried with each passing minute. There was a big fancy dinner at the Braithwhites that evening, which seemed to happen at least once a month. Christina hated them but Christina had to be there. And usually, during those evenings, Christina texted her well into the night. Ruby couldn't be there but she could keep her company that way. But tonight, nothing. Her last text had been at seven sharp when she'd had to step into the reception room – because of course, that huge mansion of hers had a reception room. Since then, nothing.

Ruby had been turning and turning in her bedroom. She'd called Christina ten times already. What more could she do? She had a bad, venomous feeling in her gut. It made her want to run. The cold dread in her chest made her think that Christina was in danger, and she was stuck in her small college dorm room, waiting for a text message that might never come.

Her phone vibrated suddenly and she jumped to it. Any wave of relief she'd felt dissipates when she saw it wasn't Christina calling, but Leti.

"What do you want?"

"Jesus, someone's on edge. What's up? Is your girlfriend getting on your nerve again?"

Ruby rolls her eyes.

"She's not my girlfriend."

They were a deadly secret. If Christina's father ever found out, he would kill them both. And probably get away with it too, the rich bastard that he was.

"She hasn't been answering my texts and all my phone calls tonight. I'm getting worried."

"You're worried over nothing. What could happen to her at those fancy parties, seriously?"

Still, Ruby was playing all the worse scenarios in her mind. She'd rather not name them, though, or else they would become painfully real. She was about to ask Leti again why she called when she heard a knock outside. It sounded far away. Ruby wasn't sure whether it was at her door at all. Still, she went to it, just to check, just in case.

"Hold on, I think someone's at the door."

Ruby opened the door and leaned her head outside. The light in the corridor turned on. There was no one. She thought maybe she could see someone in the staircase. Maybe it was someone bringing something to a friend. The hallway was empty.

"It was nothing," Ruby said as she closed the door.

"You seriously need to calm down," Leti said, still on the other side of the phone. "Anyway, I was wondering if you had time to go shopping with me tomorrow?"

Ruby was barely listening to the question. She was looking out of the window. She felt observed. She approached the window and looked outside. There was nothing but dark grass under streetlights. The nearest tree was too far for its branches to reach her window. There was no one outside.

"Ruby?"

The phone, right.

"I don't know, Leti. I'll call you back tomorrow to let you know, alright?"

Ruby hung up. She checked her phone again. No answer from Christina. The seeds of worry were rooted in her heart, but there wasn't much she could do. Maybe she should get some sleep. If Christina still hadn't answered tomorrow morning then Ruby would have no other choice but to go to the Braithwhite manor herself and check on her girlfriend.

She put her phone on her desk and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She turned off the light. The room grew cold and the flicker of a lighter resounded like a firework explosion. Ruby bolted around. There was someone seating by the edge of her window. She could see her outline from the streetlight outside. A few more sparks flew from the lighter before a small orange flame illuminated her face. Ruby knew that frame, she knew that body and that face, but for a second, she didn't recognize her.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28851165

Hollowness, or The Beginning and the End of the Ship of Dreams - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I was so busy this morning I almost forgot to post an extract from my new story! It’s a Ruby/Christina Titanic AU. The link to the full story will be at the end!

They called it the ship of dreams, and Christina certainly hoped it would be. She had packed carefully for this trip. She'd taken all of her favorite dresses, her favorite books, all of her most expensive jewels. This was a one-way trip, she knew. The family company needed her father back in Boston, and Christina had a feeling this hurried return home was prompted by something else, something she wouldn't like.

They drove silently to the harbor, another car containing their many trunks following closely behind. Christina kept her eyes on the streets outside. They'd left London for Southampton in the early hours of the morning. Despite the car's plushy seats, it had been a very uncomfortable trip. Her father sat opposite her, reading the newspaper the whole time. Christina was glad she hadn't had to stare at her father's severe expression, but rather to a picture of the Titanic, so long it took half of the front page.

The silver car slowed down when they reached the harbor. They were not the only ones boarding the ship with a car or two or five. A massive crowd had amassed on the wharf, either to see the passengers off or simply to see the boat for itself.

Samuel Braithwhite folded his newspaper and placed it with unnecessary violence on the seat beside him.

"Why have we stopped?" he asked loudly.

The driver took a second to reply.

"I'm sorry, sir, but a few people are embarking ahead of us."

The blond man checked his pocket watch, although he seemed to be glaring at the hands, daring them to move forward.

"If we miss our boat I will sue," he said as he pocketed the watch back.

Christina wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn't. It would do her no good if her father noticed it. Instead, she remained perfectly still, her back straight against the cushioned backrest. She had her back to the sea, and could only see the crowd through the window. They certainly seemed excited, she thought.

"You would think they would have better planned their ship's departure, especially a big eventful departure such as this one," her father continued to complain. "I suppose that's to be expected from a company like White Star."

Christina wanted to ask why her father had chosen to travel on this ship if he didn't like the company, but she held her tongue. Soon enough, the vehicle moved forward, until it stopped again. The driver spoke with someone outside, giving the name of his passengers, then cleared his throat and said:

"Sir, you must step out."

"If I must..."

Samuel opened the car door and walked out. Christina could hear him speaking with an employee from the company.

"Good morning, sir. If you wouldn't mind following mister Johnson, he will lead you aboard. All of your belongings will be brought along."

Christina decided this was as good a time as any to make an appearance. She suspected her father was capable of forgetting her in the car. Not capable, willing. She stepped out. She was wearing a light blue dress, with white lace sleeves. Her blond hair was pinned into an intricate bun. She'd forgone a hat. An expensive pearl and silver necklace was around her neck. She shut the carriage door behind her and turned around. The boat loomed over the whole wharf. Christina couldn't see the end of it. Black paint gave way to gold then white. The hull seemed punctured by hundreds of windows. She could barely see the funnels on top of it, though she could see the smoke rising from them, joining the clouds in the sky.

"This way, sir, miss," the young crew member said.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28086117/chapters/68812152

Should I give it a try 🤔 it's not like season 2 of Ahsoka is coming out this year anyway 🤷

hello fan creators!

Year of the OTP is officially back for 2025 with a new set of prompts!

we've switched some of the prompt categories around in an effort to make the event more inclusive of all kinds of fanworks. we've also included song prompts this year! the playlist is on spotify here.

we want to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in the last event - it grew so much larger than we ever expected and it's truly amazing how you all took our last set of prompts and made so many wonderful things. keep it up!

a couple housekeeping notes: we will not be reblogging every entry this year. mods will keep an eye on the blog if you have any questions, but the reblogs were too much last time. thank you for your understanding!

we will be closing the 2023 collection on December 31. thank you for your continued participation, but it's time to look forward!

the link for the new collection will be posted here January 1.

we're looking forward to seeing what you create this year!

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Year of the OTP 2025

The Rules: the Ao3 collection accepts any /-ship works inspired by a prompt from this sheet The Challenge: make 12 works for one ship in one year, using prompts from each month

*you do not need to do the challenge to post to the AO3 collection, as long as you follow the rules*

January first kiss ♦ “may I have this dance” ♦ sharing clothes ♦ BDSM AU ♦ stockholm syndrome ♦ Strong – One Direction

February Valentine’s Day ♦ “it made me think of you” ♦ bed sharing ♦ multiple penetration ♦ mind control/mind break ♦ Like Real People Do – Hozier

March fresh starts ♦ “what are you doing with that”♦ florist/tattoo artist ♦ phone sex ♦ major character death ♦ Take Care – Drake

April pranks ♦ “right in front of my salad” ♦ running away together ♦ dom bottom/sub top ♦ raised to be a killer ♦ Drops of Jupiter – Train

May hanahaki ♦ “we’re dating? since when?” ♦ body swap ♦ magical sex toys ♦ stalking ♦ Paper Rings – Taylor Swift

June pride ♦ “I can’t get you out of my mind” ♦ relationship reveal ♦ unconventional sex positions ♦ paying a debt with your body ♦ Good Looking – Dixon Dallas

July vacation together ♦ “I like my _ how I like my coffee” ♦ kidfic ♦ mutual masturbation ♦ dehumanization ♦ You May Be Right – Billy Joel

August Sports AU ♦ “you’re thinking too much”♦ cooking together ♦ object insertion/ penetration ♦ becoming a monster ♦ You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

September high school/college sweethearts ♦ “come here” ♦ date night gone wrong ♦ semi-public sex ♦ abduction ♦ Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean

October costumes ♦ “boo” ♦ online dating ♦ shibari ♦ mutual non-con ♦ Mr. Brightside – The Killers

November camping ♦ “are you sure” ♦ touch-starved ♦ cockwarming ♦ abusive relationship ♦ A Thousand Years – Christina Perri

December holiday traditions ♦ “where are you taking me” ♦ bathing together ♦ food play ♦ tortured for information ♦ Everything Is Alright – Laura Shigihara

Netflix: So…you’re making a horror show, right? This is gonna terrify the shit out of people. Right?

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!

Netflix: Okay, but is it going to be scary–

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!!!! 💕💘💖

Flower shop lesbians!

Horror lesbians!

Punk lesbians!

Pastel lesbians!

Gonna stab you to death with a poker lesbians!

Punk gf stopping her pastel gf from committing accidental murder lesbians!

I just saw the ghost of my dead ex while trying to make out with you and now it’s super awkward lesbians!

Crime solving lesbians!

Accepting that your gf will eventually succumb to the swamp lady living inside her and loving her anyway lesbians!

Domestic lesbians!

Vermont civil union lesbians!

Everlasting love lesbians!

Bittersweet ending lesbians!

Carla Gugino!

Netflix: Okay, but other than the lesbians, is there gonna be anything–

Mike Flanagan:

This!

She!!!

THEY!!!

Bebezz!!

Netflix: ……

Mike Flanagan: …But yes, also there will be ghosts.

Netflix: *heavy sigh*

In this short Life that only lasts an hour, how much - how little - is within our power - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my new long multichapter fic! This one is a modern au where Shin and Sabine meet at a resort in the Alps. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing the link will be at the end!

The snow crunched under Shin’s snowboard as she paused in her descent. She felt a pinprick ache in her left knee. That wouldn’t do. Looking down at the slope, it swooped at a steep angle before easing to a cool forty-five degree angle some fifty meters below. Not by far the most complicated slope she had descended. It was the stabbing inside her knee that worried her.

“Why did you stop?” she heard Baylan’s voice ask in her helmet.

She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was observing her from the bottom of the ski slope. She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not allowed to take my time?”

“If you’re in pain, we…”

She cut him off.

“I’m fine”

As if to prove him that nothing was wrong, she put pressure on her left foot and sent her board sliding against the snow once more. She zigzagged down the slope at a casual pace. After a few twists and turns, it was easy to ignore the pain in her knee, even as it seemed to spread to her hip. She convinced herself that she was imagining it.

She avoided a few skiers then followed the bend of the slope around the mountain side. Fir and pine trees obscured the view on either side. Whatever little snow had fallen on them during the night was already melting as the sun shone high into the bright blue sky. Shin took a deep breath. She loved the smell of evergreens and snow. It was always the same, no matter where she was snowboarding, and it always reminded her of home.

The slope snaked out of the trees and on the edge of the mountain side. From there, Shin could see the resort nestled at the foot of the mountain. She could see the slopestyle training field, and the tiny snowboarders rushing down and hopping off the ramps. As much as she wanted more than anything to go train down there, Baylan wanted to take it slow. It wasn’t like she had a competition in a month or something.

The slope cut through the woods once more and Shin lost sight of the resort. The angle changed again and she gained speed. She deftly zigzagged between skiers and other snowboarders. After taking a steep turn, she reached the bottom of the slope, a few feet away from the chair lift leading back to the resort. She leaned back to slow her arrival. As soon as her board stopped, she leaned to unclip the strap on her feet. Baylan jogged up to her, a pair of binoculars around his neck and his phone in his hand.

“So, how did it go?” he asked.

Shin shrugged.

“It was fine. I don’t see why you worried.”

Pain burned out of her knee, but that was beside the point.

I Would Do It Again (If I Could Hold You for a Minute) - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is my new multi-chapter fic! It is finally here! It is a Time Travel AU where Shin goes back in time to the start of season 1. Here is the begining and if you want to read the whole first chapter the link will be at the end!

“The spell is still active…”

“It has to be me…”

“See you on the other side, Wolf girl.”

Shin came to in an elevator. The sound of the levels counted up above her. She knew those pristine walls and little buttons. Looking down at her, she was in her old armor, the leather gloves hard against her hands. She could feel the hood of her cape above her head. Her lightsaber was in her hand. She took a deep breath and glanced up at the floor indicator. She was almost at the bridge.

The plan was seared into her mind, but she’d hoped the spell would have brought her back later, when it would have been easier to access Sabine. Right now, she would have to improvise. She clenched the lightsaber in her hand. Her only idea was dangerous, but if Sabine had taught her anything, good plans usually were.

The elevator opened. Three officers fired at her. Sabine turned on her lightsaber and deflected the shots. They seared the ground in front of her. With one hand, she pulled the weapons out of the officers’ hands. They held their breath, waiting to see what her next move would be. Shin turned off her lightsaber and slowly raised her hands above her head. The officers looked at her with deep frowns.

“My name is Shin Hati. I was sent up here by my master to make sure you couldn’t send a distress call to Home One. Do it.”

The lieutenant left in charge of the captain’s chair hesitated. Then, she grabbed her blaster and aimed it at Shin.

“What kind of trap is this?”

“Not a trap. Only the Fate of the Galaxy is at stake. Send the distress call. When they arrive, I want to speak with General Syndulla.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53969356/chapters/136614448

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

Miracle Force Baby - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a new surprised one-shot inspired by the third episode of Acolyte. The demand was really big on Twitter and honestly the idea had me racing to my keyboard. Here is the begining and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end.

Sabine stumbled back into bed, wishing for death. Despite having puked whatever bile was in her stomach before even taking her breakfast, she still felt nauseous. She had been feeling terrible for a couple of weeks now, on and off, and while it had been easy to ignore at first, whatever sickness she had caught had been building ever since. She curled up under the blanket. She didn’t have a fever, but light cramps twisted her abdomen, and laying down in a fetal position helped.

She felt the bed dip beside her and turned around. Shin had been making breakfast for them. It was early. They were supposed to go on a mission. Shin brushed a strand of pink hair away from Sabine’s forehead.

“It’s back again?”

Sabine nodded.

“I can call the others, tell them we have to sit this one out.”

Sabine shook her head.

“You go. Help Ezra and Ahsoka. Maybe it’ll be like last time and it’ll have passed before we have to leave.”

Shin pursed her lips.

“Maybe you should take the day off this time? Actually go see a doctor?”

“It’s just a stomach bug, don’t worry about it.”

Shin looked skeptical, but after brushing Sabine’s short hair again, she returned to the kitchen. Sabine remained curled on her side, trying to figure out what had happened in the past few weeks which might be causing her sickness. She couldn’t think of anything. They had all been very busy putting out remnants of the Empire wherever they could find them. And anyway, wherever she went so had Shin. If it had anything to do with a planet they had visited, then Shin should have been sick too.

Sabine rubbed at her stomach where the muscles were cramping. She closed her eyes and focused on herself, feeling her body within the Force. Something had changed, she could feel it. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like the Force was at its strongest in her stomach, like there was a knot there. What kind of Force sensitive parasite had she caught?

She lost track of time, dozing off until she felt the bed dip once more. Cracking her eyes, she found Shin looking at her with concern. No one would believe it – and Shin didn’t want anyone to know – but she was caring to fault when she loved someone. If Sabine asked her to stay, she would cancel the mission and cuddle with her in bed until Sabine felt better without a word of protest.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little.”