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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!

Thank you for all the Wolfwren fic. I’ve loved every single one of them. I am blown away by how you keep churning them out. Wishing you a wonderful holiday season and a very happy new year. 😊

Thank you very much <3 If I'm being honest I've also surprised myself a lot with how quickly and how many stories I've been able to write since I started but it has been a blast, and I'm really glad you've loved them as well :) Happy holidays to you as well!!

At Last - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have a short fluffy one-shot for you today, before the marathon that Wolfwren week is going to be! Here is the beginning and if you want to read more the link will be at the end!

As Shin stepped into the bathroom, Sabine was already under the shower, one arm out as she felt the lukewarm water heating up. Shin was feeling out of sorts. They rarely showered together. It might seem strange. Their relation was so physical, but for some reason, they almost never shared a shower. When Sabine had asked her if she wanted to shower, Shin had thought for a second that it was a poorly veiled attempt at seducing her. But Sabine hadn’t seemed like she had an ulterior motif.

Shin was still pondering the situation as she undressed, her back to the shower. She couldn’t place that sudden nervous tension beneath her ribs. They had been dating for a while, she had seen Sabine naked plenty of time, and vice versa. There was something else that unsettled her. Still, she tried to ignore it. The shower was steaming now, and the bathroom was fogging up.

Once undressed, she opened the shower door and slid inside. It was a tight fit. Shin kept her arms wrapped around her chest. It would be impossible to move without knocking into Sabine, or the shower door, or the tray with all the bottles in the corner. She couldn’t even stand under the showerhead properly, as half of the water cascaded over her waist. Shin was about to say that it had been a bad idea, that the shower was too cramp, and she would wait until Sabine was done to wash herself. Then, Sabine turned around.

“Hi, there.”

She smiled at her that bright smile, like a crescent moon in the night sky. Shin remained rooted on the spot. If Sabine wanted to take a cramp shower, she would cooperate.

Sabine, ever perceptive, noticed the line of tension over Shin’s shoulders. She placed her hands on her arms. Shin felt the pads of her fingers press softly over the little scars there.

“Are you okay?”

“Just... cold,” Shin lied.

Fire Within Fire, Desire in Deity - a Wolfwren fanfiction (NSFW)

A/N: Hey everyone! I just posted a new one-shot, this one as you can see is rated E ;) Here is the beginning of the story, but if you want to read the whole thing, the link is at the end!

Shin woke up to the sound of delicate scratching. She smiled and turned in bed, away from the morning light coming in through the window. Lothal mornings were always blinding. She had to blink a few times until her eyes stopped watering. She rubbed them, stretched, feeling the blanket falling away from her, then finally opened her eyes. Just as she had predicted, Sabine was seated at the edge of the bed with her leather-bound notebook on her lap, and a sharp piece of graphite in her hand.

“Did you have to turn?” she asked Shin once she had opened her eyes.

Shin didn’t reply right away. First, she sat up and grabbed the back of Sabine’s head, kissing her. When they parted, Shin glanced at the notebook. Sabine had been drawing her naked back with the sheets drawn up to her waist. Shin lay back down against the pillow.

“You know I love annoying you.”

Sabine rolled her eyes. As if to prove Shin wrong, she picked up the graphite again and began another sketch of her. Shin reclined back down, staring at Sabine.

“I didn’t expect you would be drawing me first thing in the morning.”

Sabine had sketched her before in that very special notebook. It was a gift from Mon Mothma for service rendered to the Galaxy. It was near impossible to find that much paper anymore, and for a long time, Sabine had preserved the gift, using it sparingly. For the past few weeks, however, she had been filling every page with drawings of Shin.

“I was just looking at you and the urge came over me. Can you blame me?”

“I give you the uncontrollable urge to draw?”

Sabine chuckled.

“It’s almost like I find you beautiful or something.”

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52141087

This is the Hour of Lead - a Star Wars fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here's a little bonus story. It's pretty short, and it's not Wolfwren but it is a character study of Bo-Katan and Sabine after the Great Purge of Mandalore. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end.

Another ship landed outside of Kryze castle. Bo-Katan felt its weight as if it had landed on her shoulders. Her first thought was that more survivors had made it out of Mandalore. She should feel relieved, but she only felt more guilty. It was venomous in her chest, and amplified with every oblique glance she was given as she carried bandages and blankets through the crowd of survivors. But upon looking at the ship closely, she recognized that it wasn’t one of their own. It was the Phantom.

She walked through the improvised camp and met up with Axe near where the ship had landed.

“Who is it?” Axe asked, on edge.

Bo placed a hand on his shoulder, a silent order to move his hand away from his blaster. Although she hadn’t received any message, she had a feeling she knew exactly who had joined them.

“She’s one of ours,” she told him.

The ramp opened and Sabine Wren stepped out. Her helmet was on and Bo couldn’t see her face. A surge of emotion stifled her lungs. She had no idea what was going on through the young Mandalorian’s head. Sabine stopped at the bottom of the ramp, her visor turned toward Bo-Katan. The former leader straightened her back and took a step toward the younger woman.

“Sabine…”

A blaster shot singed the grass at her feet.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54377779

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A Kiss is Worth a Thousand Words - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have posted a new addition to my Ahsoka season 2 and beyond series. This time it's a wedding! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!

A garland of flowers wrapped around the old comms tower, the most colors its outside had ever seen. Chairs had been set in front of it, facing a flower arch. A single alley in the center allowed the guests to find their seats. As the live band played off to the side, each chair was taken over, and the crowd was growing impatient.

The Ghost was parked at the edge, behind the chairs. Jacen scurried between the guests and stepped into the ship, climbing the ladder two ranks at a time to get to the living room, where Ezra was seating behind the table on the old leather seats. He was wearing a tan suit with a medal on an orange ribbon around his neck. It had been a gift from Hera for the ceremony, since there had been no medals when he fought in the rebellion. He was reclined on the seats. When Jacen arrived, out of breath, wearing the same suit as him but smaller, he smiled at him.

“You alright bud?”

“Where is Sabine?” Jacen panted out.

“Her room.”

He ran down the hall to Sabine’s old room. Finding the door shut, he knocked.

“Sabine?”

“What is it?” she asked from the other side.

“Everyone is waiting for you to begin.”

“What?”

She opened the door finally and stepped past him, walking to the living room. As she stepped in, Ezra whistled.

“Very dashing.”

She ignored his comment and looked at the clock. She let out a sigh of relief.

“We said the wedding started at 5. It’s not 5 yet. Tell people to shut th…” she stopped herself when she remembered Jacen was in the room with them. “Tell them to have some patience. We’ll start at 5 like we said.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53863660

The Price of Peace - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I've just begun posting a new multi-chapter fic. It's based on the romance between Obi-Wan and Satine, but this time it's Shin and Sabine. I hope you'll enjoy it :) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!

Shin could count how many times she’d left Coruscant on one hand. This would be her sixth times, officially calling for the use of a second hand to count. They were bound for Mandalore. She sat in the co-pilot seat, watching the stars flash around them, boxing their small ship into a tunnel of light. Baylan sat on the other side of the cockpit, his gaze not on the galaxy around them but on his padawan.

“What is the title given to the leader of Madalore?”

Shin had to tear her eyes away from the lights. She looked back at her master, then her gaze fell to the ground as she searched her memory. She’d been given a crash course on Mandalorian politics by the librarian before leaving, but it had been pretty late at night and she had fallen asleep on her desk four times in an hour.

“The Mandalore?”

“Mand’alor. It has been a long time since the Mandalorians have chosen a Mand’alor, hence yet another civil war.”

“Master, if this is the third civil war in as many generations, what can we truly do to help them?”

Baylan sighed. Shin knew her master wasn’t entirely thrill by their assignment, but it had been too long since he had been given any mission, and the Council knew that. Whatever the case may be, Shin was determined to make the most of the assignment.

“We will do what the Council has asked of us. We will protect the Countess Wren for as long as is required.”

The ship let out a beep, indicating they would soon exit hyperspace. Baylan turned his attention back to the controls and Shin imitated him. While her master wasn’t thrilled about joining a civil war, Shin wasn’t thrilled about their target. She imagined the Countess to be like all the politicians in Coruscant, probably old and full of ideas that would be impossible to execute even in the best of times. The kind of politicians who practiced their cordial smiles in the mirror every morning. This Countess was apparently the Mandalorians’ greatest chance at peace. Shin couldn’t quite believe that.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52296436/chapters/132292435

Devil Baby of Mine - Critical Role Fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Critical Role fanfiction, the story of Grog finding a baby in the woods and deciding to kep him. If you enjoy, the link to the full story will be at the bottom of the post!

It wasn't unusual to find Grog wandering about the woods near Westruun. Whenever the need to smash some things arose – which, in his years of retirement, was just as strong as it had been in his prime – he would leave home in the morning and return before supper, just like Pike had instructed him. Sometimes, he would return with gifts, depending on what he had killed. Direwolf teeth, owlbear feathers, even a bulette shell, once. Everyone liked those gifts, especially Juniper. The gifts that Pike and Scanlan didn't like were the living ones, like that time he'd brought back a griffin egg and it had hatched in the living room. Pike had made him promise no more living gifts.

On that bright spring afternoon, Grog was making his way home after having climbed into the hills to fight a giant, just because he could. The sun was shining through the trees above him, casting small shapes of light on the ground. Grog's hammer rested over his shoulder, slick with the hill giant's blood. He was thinking about whether he should stop on his way home to find a gift for Juniper. He knew she would be sad if he didn't bring her something. Maybe he could stop on his way back to pick a few flowers. They would whither more quickly than wolf teeth, but he would be back to the forest in no time, so he could bring her more if Juni was sad that her flowers died.

Something shone in the distance, reflecting the mid-afternoon sunlight. It almost blinded Grog.

"Oh, shiny," he said as he quickly made his way toward the shiny.

Once he was close enough, he noticed that the shiny in question was a large safety pin, keeping a bundle of cloth tightly together. Grog carefully pulled the safety pin out to look at it. He thought Juni might like it, so he placed it in his bag. Then, light babbles echoed from between the folds of the cloth, and he looked down.

There was a baby in the cloth. A tiny thing, but bigger than Juni when she'd been a baby. The same size as the quarter elves when they were baby, or close to it. But it wasn't a quarter elf, even though its ears were pointed. Its skin was pink, but not a normal sort of pink. A bright, flowery sort of pink, which reminded Grog of the sky at dusk sometimes. Pink like some of Scanlan's clothes, or pink like a slice of bacon before its cooked. Two tiny horns protruded from its forehead. Its eyes were a solid shade of gold as if two coins had been placed in its sockets. It barely had any hair on its head.

Confused, Grog looked around, wondering who could have left their baby in the middle of the forest all on its own. All he saw was a dire wolf, attracted by the sounds the baby was making.

"Go," Grog ordered as he tried to shoo the animal away. "Don't make me punch you."

The wolf flinched at the sound of Grog's voice, and after a moment of hesitation, it ran away. Grog kneeled beside the baby and picked it up. Where he'd been able to hold baby Juniper in the palm of his hand, he had to tuck this baby in the crook of his elbow to be sure not to drop it. The child's golden eyes were staring at him with wonder. It extended a tiny pink hand to reach for his face, but its arm was too short to reach Grog's beard.

Grog decided he couldn't leave the baby there, to be eaten by wolves. He had to take him home and take care of him. From now on, this baby would be his. After all, almost everyone else in his family had kids now, so why not him too? Then, he remembered what had happened the last time he'd brought something living home. Pike had said no more living things. But if he didn't tell Pike, then there would be no problem. It seemed like the perfect idea. Don't tell Pike and Scanlan, and he wouldn't have to ask for their permission to keep the baby.

Satisfied with his plan, Grog carefully placed the bundle of cloth in his bag. Once he was sure his new child was comfortable, he continued on his way.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25819042