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Art is Subjective - a Wolfwren fic

A/N: Hello everyone! I just uploaded a new one-shot on AO3, it is an art gallery AU and also it is E rated ;) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!

As Shin grabbed another glass of champagne, she wondered why they never served anything stronger than champagne at all those business meetings. On the one hand, she could understand wanting to be clear-minded while talking business. On the other, these functions were always so boring. If she had known that she would have to attend these regularly when she agreed to work for Baylan, she would have gone back to working the graveyard shift at Dex’s Diner. It paid almost just as much and she didn’t have to deal with pedantic assholes, only the regular variety.

She wondered between the art pieces without sparing them more than a glance. She only needed to look busy, so Baylan wouldn’t reprimand her for standing around in a corner. If she looked as if she were participating, she could have a relatively unbothered evening. She kept one hand in the pocket of her gray suit, the other holding the glass and twirling the content within. That was the only anxious fidgeting she was allowed. She couldn’t check her phone every minute because it would only depress her, and the only clock on the wall was a piece of art, one of those melted clocks that no one found original anymore.

When a group of trader-looking men stood at the end of her path, blocking her access to the rest of the room, she had no other choice but to stop and contemplate the painting hanging from the wall. It was a Mandalorian helmet, or at least someone wearing a Madanlorian helmet, but every refraction of the light on the helmet was wrong, distorted, it showed too much or too little.

“Pretty interesting, don’t you think?”

“No, not really,” Shin replied as she turned to the woman who had joined her.

She was awestruck for a second, but a second was all she allowed herself. The woman had short purple hair, brushed back and away from her clever brown eyes. A mole stood out at the edge of her cheekbone. Her hands were tugged in the pockets of a dark orange suit jacket. Beneath, she wore a form-fitting top. Upon hearing Shin’s reply, she frowned.

“You don’t find it interesting?”

“No, I don’t. I find it pretentious.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51589216

No Longer You - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new Wolfwren multichapter story! This one is inspired by Agathario. Shin is a witch on the run from her coven, Sabine just came out of a magic sword Shin stole. Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Without a sound, Shin reached for her coven’s ancestral sword on the wall. She tugged it in her sash and left the meeting house. Outside, the morning was still gray. The sunlight was blocked by the horizon. Shin’s coven lived at the top of a mountain, and the village was usually flooded with sunlight all day long. By the time the first rays scurried through the locked shutters of her coven sisters, Shin hoped she would be very far from here.

Though she had been born in this coven, the Coven of the Great Mothers, and raised with all the other witches her age, Shin had never felt like she belonged. She didn’t know who her mother was – no one knew who their mothers were – but somehow, everyone knew that her father wasn’t one of the coven’s brothers. That he had been a human outside of the coven. That somehow, this made her weaker than the others. Shin was not weak.

Shin wrapped her cape around herself to brace herself against the cold morning air as she left the village and began her descend down the hundreds of steps to the forest below. She didn’t look back. She would not regret leaving, she knew. The narrow steps had been dug out of the mountain’s side. There was no railing. The wind sheered the stone around her. Shin held her cape more firmly, though the bottom still snapped against her ankles.

The stairs led to a cave that Shin knew she would have to traverse if she wanted off the mountain. Within was the village of the brothers. They weren’t part of the coven, technically, though they were kept around for a variety of reasons. Mostly, they spent their days hunting and gathering food. They lived in the dark bowels of the mountain. Shin could only see the fire of the torches that illuminated the little village. At first, she thought they let the torches burn through the night, then she saw movement.

She jumped to hide against the nearest house. When she peaked out, she saw one of the brothers replacing the torches, bathing the village in the new golden glow of fire. They would be off hunting soon, she assumed. She had to go now, or they might spot her. She chastised herself. She should have thought about it. She waited until the brother walked away to run past him. She tried being quiet and quick, but it was difficult. Her footsteps still echoed on the stone streets, and around the cavernous village. She did not stop, did not look back to make sure that she wasn’t being followed. Instead, she rushed to the exit.

Outside, the sun had broken past the horizon. Its orange glow blinded her. Shin had to rub her eyes a few times before she could continue her descent. At the foot of the mountain was a luscious forest that seemed to expand with no end in sight. Shin had not packed any food with her. Aside from the sword she had stolen, her only possessions were a waterskin and a knife. She would have to hunt to survive, but she was ready. Anywhere but her coven.

Hard Valentine's Day Night - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a Valentine's Day special of our favorite ladies. It's a Modern AU where Sabine is a bounty hunter and Shin's a bouncer at a bar. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Sabine didn’t do Valentine’s Day. She had no one to celebrate it with, because she had work to do. So, on Valentine’s Days, she worked. She didn’t see a problem with that. It wasn’t pathetic, it was pragmatic. And it’s not like she was the only one. The bartender worked. The little band on the scene worked. The cute bouncer outside worked. There was no reason she couldn’t work either.

She finished her drink and turned to the man in the chair across from her. He wasn’t ogling her anymore, staring instead at a pair of young women near the bar. If she didn’t conclude their date swiftly, she might lose him. She leaned in her chair so her hand touched his thigh and, pretending to be drunker than she was – her cocktail looked like a strawberry daiquiri but it was nothing but sugar in liquid form – she shouted over the music:

“Do you want to get out of here?”

The man’s attention snapped back to her. He had the shadow of a beard that looked scratchier than her cat’s clawing post. He smirked and she held in the urge to roll her eyes.

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

“My car’s just outside.”

She stood up, taking his big sweaty hand in hers to drag him out of the bar. Thankfully, he complied. They left the pink balloons and romantic songs and walked outside into the fresh February air. There was still a short line to get inside, and the cute bouncer was still at the door. Sabine had never seen her before, either because she was new or because she didn’t work on Friday and Saturday nights when Sabine worked the most.

Her date grabbed her by the waist to pull her close, making her stumbles as her attention snapped away from the blonde with those sad green eyes and back to the man.

“Let’s go to my car instead,” he said, taking her toward the other direction.

She didn’t budge, planting her platform boots into the concrete. She tried to pull him toward her car once more.

“No, my car’s right over there. Come on.”

He chuckled, as if amused by her drunken antics.

“But you’re too drunk to drive. We’ll take my car.”

His grip on her hip became more insistent. Before he could bruise her, she leaned into him again.

“But we can’t take your car,” she said, dropping the slurring.

He didn’t notice right away. They never did.

“Why not?”

“Because it was impounded half an hour ago.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53786719

Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.

Gordian Knot - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I just partook in another prompt challenge, this time with the prompt "Person A notices that Person B hasn’t been wearing gloves, even in the drastically cold temperatures they’ve been experiencing. So Person A takes on the task of knitting them a new pair." Here’s an extract with the link to the full story at the end! Hope you like it!

It would be cruel to go outside. The streets are packed with a foot of snow that won't melt away. The air is cold, so crisp it hurts any expose skin. When the wind picks up, it grazes past you like an arrow, scraping through clothes and leaving a permanent chill through your bones. As days go by and the weather keeps worsening, Christina is pushing for Ruby to quit her job, because it's too cold to go out, and they should just stay in bed until spring. Still, Ruby manages to drag her out, one Sunday, to go ice skating in the park with Leti and George.

Christina is bundled up in her coat and seven-year-old George is making fun of her for it, but she doesn't care. Her scarf is up to her nose, her hat down to her eyes, and her gloved hands stuffed in her pockets. George is wearing his father's old blades as he glides quickly over the pond amidst other children. Leti is standing by the snowy shores taking pictures. Ruby and Christina have found a wooden bench as cold as a block of ice, but it's better than remaining standing with snow up to their knees.

From the pond, George is waving at them wildly. He's trying to skate backward, which his mom is none too pleased about. He falls backward and slides on the thick ice for a bit.

"I'm okay!" he shouts before Leti can come to help him.

With a hop, he's back on his feet and off to try again. Christina looks back at Ruby who is rubbing her hands together and blowing on them. She frowns.

"Did you lose your gloves again?"

"I didn't lose them, I just forgot them. It's fine."

"Here, take mine," Christina says as she begins pulling her gloves off.

Icy air bites into her wrist and she shivers, but she ignores the pain and pulls them off further. Until Ruby stops her.

"Keep them, I'm fine."

Christina hesitates. She doesn't understand why Ruby always forgets her gloves at home. Christina keeps buying her gloves and they pile up around the house and never serve. At least she never forgets her scarf, even if it's not the one Christina gave her. It's the one Leti gave her for Christmas. It's not fancy, just a single strip of red yarn, but it serves its purpose.

"You're sure?" Christina asks, the glove still half-fitted on her hand.

"Yeah, it's fine. I never had gloves in winter when I was a kid and I still got all my fingers."

Christina secures the gloves back on her hand.

"Here."

She takes Ruby's hands in hers. They are so cold she can feel it through the leather of her gloves. She holds onto them a bit tighter and rubs the chilled skin, trying to bring some warmth back into them. Christina decides then that if Ruby doesn't want her gifted gloves, she would make her a pair, so she would be sure Ruby would wear them.

Full story here

If I was smarter I'd figure out a surefire way to convince more readers to leave comments, but I'm not that smart so the best I can do is reblog this meme

The biggest compliment ever is when someone sees your creative work and says that they’re now inspired to go out and create something, too

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*

Paperback - A New Mutants fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new New Mutants fanfiction, about Dani selling books to help her high school’s AV club and Rahne all around liking books (and Dani). If you’re interested, the link to the full story is at the end!

Dani reached the fourth floor with a sigh. She was only halfway through the building, and she was really glad that she lived in a single floor cabin at the reservation, and not on the eighth floor of a building without an elevator.

She took a deep breath, cleared the throat, brushed a few strands of dark hair out of her face, and knocked on the nearest door. Swiftly, she pulled a flier out of her bag. The door opened slowly. There was a young woman her age standing on the other side. Her short red hair was shaggy and fell messily just over her brown eyes. She was wearing sweat pants and an oversized sweater. Dani recognized her immediately.

"Hey, you're Rahne, right? We have a few classes together."

Rahne nodded sharply once. Her hands were tugged in the sleeves of her sweater, and she struggled to pull them out.

"You're Dani."

Dani nodded. Rahne usually stuck to the back of the class, where she could disappear and be forgotten by everyone. But Dani had noticed her, staring out the window as if she longed to be always outside.

"Why are you here?" Rahne asks, pulling Dani out of her thoughts.

Dani clears her throat again.

"Yeah, so, um... I'm here to help save the AV club at school."

Dani hands Rahne the flier, and Rahne finally pulls one of her hand out of her sweater to look at it. It's a printed flier which claims in bright color 'Help us save the AV club at Claremont High'. Rahne flipped it open, but before she could read, Dani explained:

"Most of the club left last year after our founding got slashed and now there's only four of us, so the principal wants to close the club. We convinced him to keep it open but he won't give us more money and we need it for our next project."

Most of what Dani said was written almost word for word inside the flier. Rahne looked up from the piece of paper and found Dani staring at her with hopeful eyes.

"What's your project?" Rahne asked.

"We're trying to make a stop-motion short film. If we can finish it before the Christmas break we can enter the State-sponsored student contest. I think if we win something than the principal can't try to shut us down anymore."

Rahne nodded.

"Makes sense. So you're looking for donations?"

"Not quite."

Dani pointed to the middle of the flier, where there was a list of fifteen names with little boxes in front of every item. Rahne read the first few names.

"We're selling books to help raise money. Only public domain one so they're all a bit old but it's a great opportunity if there's a classic you've always wanted to read but never bought."

Rahne was still reading through the list and Dani pursed her lips thoughtfully, trying to remember what else she was supposed to say.

"One book is $5, but if you buy more than three than all the other ones are $3. So it's $15 for three, but $18 for four, $21 for five,..."

Rahne looked up from the flier. Her eyes met Dani's for a second before she looked away.

"If you want to collect money you shouldn't be doing special prices."

Dani shrugged.

"What sounds better? Four books for twenty bucks or five?"

"I see your point."

Rahne bit her lower lip thoughtfully, prompting Dani to glance at her lips before looking away.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26543950

Nightcrawling - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back after last week break with a Wolfwren vampire story! Fair warning it's a little bloody (and a little sexy). Here is the beginning and if you want to read the rest of the first chapter, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

When Sabine had decided to change career, she really could have picked anything. But because she liked to make herself suffer, she became a nurse. And because she was so tightly wound with self-control, she became a nurse at the emergency services.

Working the night shift meant that she saw less kids who broke their legs falling off a trampoline and more people caught in drunk driving accidents and high as hell teenagers convinced they could jump from the roof and into the pool. In the early hours of the evening, she might see the tail end of people who had come to the ER in the afternoon, but by two in the morning, she was just waiting for the next car accident victims to roll in.

Her coworkers had gone to get a coffee while the room was relatively quiet. Sabine had declined the coffee, as usual. The other nurses usually made fun of her, telling her then she might be young now but give it a few years and she would be running through the night shift on coffee just like them. Jokes on them, Sabine was definitely older than them.

The call came through from one of the ambulances, and Sabine picked up since she was the only one at the nurse’s station.

“Emergency?”

“We have another one for you. ETA 2 minutes.”

“Car crash?”

“Pedestrian.”

Sabine expected the worse when pedestrians were hit by cars. A lot of blood, usually.

“We’ll be ready.”

She hung up and jumped into action. She rushed out of the ER, grabbing a gurney on the way there. She pushed it out and arrived outside just as the ambulance pulled out, lights blinking hard into the moonless night. The EMTs at the back pushed the door open so hard that it snapped against the truck. They transferred the patient from one gurney to the other. Sabine pushed the gurney back inside, helped by one of the EMTs.

“Pressure is 125 over 75. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

“What happened?”

“She got hit by a car while crossing, but the car had just been stopped at a red light.”

Sabine looked down at the woman whose broken arm was clutched against her chest. She had lost consciousness already. She had to focus to understand what she was looking at. The blood, as always, called all of her attention. All she saw, for a second, was red. Her throat began to itch. It was only through years of practice that she managed to push it all aside and see past the blood. Her radius was broken, the bone protruding through the skin like a shard of bloodied stone. She had a wound on the shoulder that required stitching as it leaked blood fast. The rest were superficial nips.

“She was wounded already before the car?” Sabine deduced from the severity of the wounds and the EMT’s explanation.

“The driver said he saw her stumble in front of him but he couldn’t tell if she was bleeding or not.”

“We’ll take it from here.”