Optical Illusion - A Wolfwren Fanfiction

Where on Earth have I been?

(Not that I think anyone really cares, but I’ve been seeing a lot of new subscribers lately and I felt bad for not having posted anything in a while)

I have been extremely busy. First with college, and work on my thesis that was much longer than it should have been (me, writing too much? Shocker, I know) but the teachers agreed it was necessary so everything turned out pretty great. And then I just spent the past two months finally, finally writing a novel! All 105.134 words of it! It may lead to nothing, it may not even see the bottom of an agent’s trashcan or whatever but I’m still pretty proud.

That being said, I cannot confirm when I’ll be back with new fanfictions. I can’t even confirm which ships I’ll be writing about. Only that I need a little break and that I’ll be back to school mid-September which might give me plenty of opportunity to pass the time writing fanfictions!

Have a nice weekend everyone and hopefully see you soon with a new story!

Now is the Time (For You and I to Cuddle Close Together) - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy Halloween! To celebrate my favorite holiday I have posted a wolfwren one-shot. You will find an extract below and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!

The old Sedan pulled up into the school’s parking lot and Baylan cut the engine. Shin could hear the music booming from the gymnasium already, some pop song she couldn’t stand. She kept her gaze on her lap and made no move to get out.

“Just for an hour,” Baylan said. “If you don’t like it then call me and I’ll come to pick you up in an hour. Otherwise, you can stay for as long as you want.”

Shin didn’t move. A couple of monsters walked past the car and despite their costume, she recognized them as football players. She wanted nothing to do with them, or anyone at this stupid school party anyway.

“Competitions are coming up,” she said. “I should be at home training. Sabine is…”

Baylan turned as best he could in his seat to look at her.

“You’ll train tomorrow. Today you get to be a normal teenager. I’m sure Sabine Wren takes time off training every once in a while. Now come on, get out there before I decide to humiliate you by stepping out of the car.”

Shin rolled her eyes but unbuckled her seatbelt. She opened the car door but before she could step out, Baylan called her back.

“Don’t forget your mask.”

From the backseat, he grabbed a mask and handed it to her. It was a wolf mask, gray and metallic, with a snout extending over the nose and ears at the top of the head. Shin had not chosen her costume, not really. When Baylan had told her what she wanted to be for Halloween, she had dismissingly said a wolf. Now it was coming back to bite her.

She tied the mask behind her head. She had tied her platinum hair up into a bun, uncovering the short, shaved underside. The mask’s strap sat just at the edge of the undercut and immediately began to itch.

“One hour,” she said.

“Or more. Depends how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

She rolled her eyes again and slammed the car door shut. Baylan took that as his signal to leave. He turned on the engine and drove off slowly, mindful of the other students walking through the parking lot in the direction of the gymnasium. Shin was almost tempted to stay out here for an hour, sit on a bench and wait for the time to pass. However, the night was colder than she was ready for. She wore a gray checkered shirt and her usual black trousers. Already smoke escaped her nose as she breathed. Though she would rather be anywhere but there, she hurried to the party.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51259537

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 Haunting of the Ardham Lodge - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I just posted the prologue and first chapter of my new spooky story, in which Christina goes to her old family home with Ruby so they can empty it before selling it. Here’s an extract and if you’re interested, the link to the full story is at the end!

They'd spent the night in Buffalo before making their way to Ardham. The road was as clear as the sky. They left the highway, snaked through small towns and back roads. The sun disappeared through the trees as they passed an old roofed bridge. The radio began cutting out, and when Ruby grew tired of the static, she turned it off.

"Let's hope the cell reception is better at the Lodge."

"I can't confirm that," Christina said.

It wasn't often that the blonde looked dwarfed by something, but the wheel of the truck was wider than the one of her usual car, and she looked like she would struggle to turn it when she needed to.

"I'm certain there's a phone, though, so at least you can call Leti once we arrive."

Ruby sighed. It was just the matter of a week, two at most anyway. Still, the last time they'd been without signal, they'd been trapped underground in a ruined pyramid no one but them had seen.

She looked out of the window. When the rows of trees on either side of the road disappeared, they were replaced by large expanses of grass. It didn't last long, however, and soon they were back under the shadow of the trees.

"Please tell me we're almost there."

"At the end of the road," Christina promised.

She took Ruby's hands in hers, squeezed it affectionately, then put both hands back on the wheel. When they emerged out of the trees again, Ruby thought she saw chimneys and part of a roof peaking from over the trees.

"Is that it?" she said, pointing to the bricks above the forest.

"No, I don't think so. From the pictures I saw, the Lodge has a glass dome on top."

Ruby rolled her eyes.

"Of course it does. What else does it have?"

"Let's see... fifteen bedrooms, an indoor garden, a reception hall, a library, a game room, an observatory, an elevator, and stables."

Ruby couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Who needed such a large house with so many rooms in their summer home? The amount of money thrown out of the window, not just by Christina's ancestors, but by the person who would for some reason buy this isolated mansion nowadays was absurd. And it wasn't like Christina needed the money away. She was just tired of paying the cleaning duty every month to keep the house in order. Though Ruby was grateful that the crew had cleaned the mansion the day before their arrival. If there was one thing worse than being stuck in an isolated mansion with no internet for a week, it was being stuck in an isolated mansion in disrepair.

"I see it," Christina said, pulling Ruby out of her thoughts.

Ruby leaned to the front of the car to see ahead of them. A massive building of red bricks rose high above the trees. Ruby saw thin towers and chimneys, straight as poles. Atop the slanted roofs was a large glass dome on which the summer sun reflected.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ruby muttered at the sight.

Christina chuckled.

"I told you it as big."

"That's not big, that's a royal palace."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27737389/chapters/67889737

Update: The next multi-chapter fic debuting on November 18th will be a modern/neighbor AU :)

Wolfwren fanfiction posting schedule

Hello everyone! I decided to make a little schedule for all the wolfwren fics I will be posting on AO3 in the days to come, because I have quite a few one-shots in my folder that need posting. If any of these fics sound interesting to you then you can check out my AO3 account here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/WhiteravenGreywolf

Saturday 4th November: Wolfwren High School AU part 2 (aka the sequel to my Halloween fic "Now is the Time")

Tuesday 7th November: Sequel to "The Injury of Finally Knowing You"

Thursday 9th November: Wolfwren High School AU part 3

Saturday 11th November: The Speeder Bike Race

Tuesday 14th November: The Art Gallery AU

Saturday 18th November (hopefully): A new multi-chapter fic

I always post a link to the fics when I upload them on AO3 so be on the lookout for them! I hope to see you soon!

Wolfwren headcanon that I don't know how to turn into a fanfiction:

Shin and Sabine are playing sabacc. Every round they lose, they have to take off a piece of clothing (like strip poker basically). First one naked loses.

Sabine thought she was going to win if she wore her armor.

Shin spent her entire childhood and teenage years around mercenaries, pilots, smugglers and the like. She is a beast at sabacc.

By the time Sabine is naked with only her helmet on, she finally admits defeat.

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 😔

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

Miserable Orpheus - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapter story, loosely inspired by "Portrait of a Lady on Fire." It's a Painter/Model AU set in 19th century France. Here is an extract but if you want to read the whole first chapter, the link will be at the end!

Shin was surprised to find a young woman, perhaps a few years older than her, sat at a squared table against the wall. A notepad and a box of charcoal stencils took up most of the table, her empty glass of wine pushed to the edge, so close that it threatened to fall off. She was sketching something. She focused on the page for a moment, then looked up. Her brown gaze met Shin’s through the window, and Shin realized that she had been sketching her. The artist avoided her eyes. Shin stared back for another second, then turned away to look at the water cascading in front of her.

Her fingers dug into the sleeve of her dress. She had run out of desperation, without a plan, but now that she was faced with the reality of what she had done, she knew she needed to come up with a plan. She would not survive long on her own, with no money and nothing but a name she could not use. Of course, there were ways for women to make money in this world, places for them to find refuge, but she would rather not think of it.

She was still pondering where to go, where she could stay in this huge city that she had so rarely visited in her life before, when she heard the door to the café open once more. She did not look to her side, at first, not until she notice that someone had come to stand beside her. She turned her head, and her eyes met the curious gaze of the artist. She was wearing man’s clothes, brown overalls over an off-white shirt. Her head was covered by an old flat cap. She had tugged the sleeve of her notepad under her arm. With the other, she pulled out a pipe from her pocket.

“I knew I should have taken a coat before going out,” she said, her tone amused, as if she were trying to make Shin laugh.

Shin rolled her eyes, not in the mood to talk. The artist tugged her pipe between her lips and pulled out a matchbook. She lit a match and brought it to the edge of the pipe, puffed a couple of times, then shook the match out, throwing it into a puddle. The aromatic smell of tobacco surrounded Shin. It smelled better than the one her father smoked.

“Yours is a story I’d love to know.”

“I’m not in the mood to talk,” Shin replied, her tone like vinegar.

“I don’t mean to be impolite, I promise. Just not every day you see a drenched bride standing around here.”

“Wasn’t drawing me without my permission enough for you already?”

The artist only shrugged. She tugged the pipe between her lips once more and reached for her notepad. Unclasping the leather cover, she opened to show some of the sketches she carried. After a second, Shin glanced. The young woman had sketched some of the patrons inside the bar, talking, laughing, reading, one of the waiters carrying a tray. She was the final sketch, the back of her as she stood there, the waves and dips of her dress as water dripped off it.

“I thought it was a challenging thing to draw,” the artist mumbled around her pipe. “Sketches are just training, it’s not to show anyone. If I offended you, my lady, I apologize.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64248484/chapters/164904373

“Mon Amour, crois-tu qu’on s’aime?” - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Don’t be fooled by the title this story is in English! This is my new fanfiction about Ruby and Christina going on a French Holiday together. You’ll find an extract here, and the link to the full story it bellow!

They'd rented a bright, expensive Italian car. It was blue like the Mediterranean. The roof had been taken off. It was a warm day for September, much warmer than Ruby would have imagined. But then again, the French Riviera was known for its nice temperatures.

It was the hotel clerk who'd told them about this small restaurant up in the hills. Apparently, it was a favorite of American tourists in the region. Ruby was somewhat nervous at the idea of meeting other American tourists because when they traveled, they brought their racism with them. But Christina had convinced her that it was at least worth checking out. Plus, racists or not, there was nothing they could do to kick her out of the restaurant.

As the car climbed up the dirt road snaking around the hills, Ruby looked down at the valley below. The sea was a perfect blue color. Where the sun hit the water, it turned it into sparkling diamonds. Even with her sunglasses, it was hard to look at for too long. The city below expended at the edge of the water, so many small, red-roofed houses. Many of those houses were older than anything Ruby had ever seen before. Christina had informed her so the day before, while they were visiting, but she still had trouble wrapping her head around the fact.

They reached the top of the hill, and there, at the edge of a village, was a stone building. A sign indicated the name of the restaurant they'd been given. A few cars were parked near it, in the gravel. Christina easily parked there. They climbed out. Christina was quick to take the scarf tied over her head to keep her hair somewhat in place. She was wearing red and yellow checkered shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, and sunglasses. Ruby was wearing a blue summer dress. She exchanged her scarf for a white wide-brimmed hat she'd bought the day before.

The restaurant was entirely made of stone, except for the roof, made of clay tiles, so covered in moss that it looked more green than brown. The red door with a bell above seemed as old as the building itself. There was no one else around, to their great surprise. They glanced at each other then Christina shrugged, and with her usual confidence, she made her way to the door.

The bell rang. The inside was just as picturesque as the outside, with apparent beams on the ceiling from which many artifacts hung. Old lavender bouquets spreading the flowers' fragrance even to this day. A horseshoe was attached to the beam nearest to the entrance, like a good luck charm. On the walls were many framed pictures. To the left of the entrance was a stone bar with a wooden countertop. An old man was working behind, counting the bills in his ancient-looking cash register. When he saw them walking in, he smiled and said:

"Bonjour mesdemoiselles."

That much Ruby could understand. But the conversation Christina proceeded to have with the man, in almost perfect French, Ruby didn't even try. Because of course, Christina had learned French at her super expensive boarding school. Ruby had been trying to learn a few words, but her tongue had trouble wrapping around some of the words.

The man motioned for them to move to the left, to a large terrace overlooking the bay. It truly was a sight to behold. The man led them to a table for two by the edge of the terrace, against a metal railing on which some sort of red, thorn-less flowers had been growing. Once they'd sat down, he gave them the menu and said something before disappearing back inside.

"I thought you'd like a table with a nice view," Christina said, pushing her sunglasses up on her head.

"You can admit that you wanted a table with a view," Ruby said as she took off her sunglasses.

"I did," Christina said, her eyes never leaving Ruby.

When the old man returned, he was carrying another, smaller menu, which Ruby assumed had the list of alcohol they served. The man must have been in his sixties, with blue-greenish eyes and a gray mustache. The few graying hairs he had left were hidden under a cap. He placed the menu on the table between them and said, with a heavy French accent:

"Americans, right? On a holiday?"

He seemed genuinely curious, and so Ruby replied:

"We are."

"Where are you from?"

"Chicago."

The man nodded.

"Not often I get people from Chicago. Many from Los Angeles, usually. Welcome to my restaurant. If you need anything, just let me know."

He smiled then returned inside. Ruby looked around. There weren't many people on the terrace, and most of the people seemed French, the restaurant's usual crowd. Perhaps it was because summer was over, and all the American tourists had gone back to work.

"The menu's in French," Christina warned as if Ruby couldn't have figured it out from a simple glance. "Let me know if you need a translation."

"Of course. It's the only reason I brought you here with me. To translate my menu."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27449944/chapters/67105747