We Passed The Setting Sun (Or It Passed Us) - An Agathario Fanfiction

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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

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.

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

But She Slept - a CarolMaria fanfiction

A/N: Hi guys! Spoilers for episode 4 of Wandavision. This story is based on some of the events of this episode. Anyway, this is a canon-compliant story about Carol and Maria getting back together after the snap. Here’s an extract, and the link to the full story is at the end! I hope you enjoy!

Monica bought a bouquet of her mother's favorite flowers. Irises, carnations, and purple hyacinths. She was so used to coming to the cemetery to see her grandparents that it took a moment for her brain to process what she was truly doing here. She was going to place flowers on her mother's tomb. She was going to say goodbye, three years too late.

The air was humid, the sky gray. It would rain. Was it worth leaving such a nice bouquet to be soaked in warm rain within the hour? Monica tried to shake the excuse away. She'd delayed this enough. She'd given herself a week to process the Blip, she was due to return to work soon. There were no more excuses to be had. She felt as though something sharp was buried in her chest. It was difficult to breathe.

She neared the grave and stopped. Someone was standing by her mother's grave, placing flowers there. A bouquet somewhat similar to hers. The number of people who knew her mother's favorite flowers was ridiculously small. The number of people who wore an old leather jacket and aviator shades on an obviously rainy day was even smaller. Short blonde hair swept to the side, a familiar if sad smile on her lips. Monica thought she was dreaming.

"Auntie Carol?" she said because the sight of the blonde brought back old bittersweet memories.

Carol turned to look at her, took off the sunglasses. It was her. Monica had absolutely no doubt.

"Wow, look at you," Carol said.

Her voice was wavering. She was breathless as if the mere sight of Monica had knocked the wind out of her. They stared at each other. Neither was certain what to say. Monica's hold on the bouquet strengthened.

"You haven't changed a day," she managed after a moment.

"You... I mean I saw pictures but... I can't believe you're back."

Carol walked up to her quickly. After a second of hesitation, she pulled her in a hug. Monica let herself be hugged, because no one had hugged her since her mother, shortly before her surgery, and that hadn't been a few days ago, but five years ago, and Monica's mind was still reeling, struggling to make sense of it.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Carol whispered, and Monica felt her throat tighten.

They pulled away. Carol kept a hand on Monica's shoulder, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and Monica really was there.

"Your mom always said you'd come back. She always believed."

Monica nodded. Her eyes fell on the tombstone behind Carol. She took a deep breath. This was it. Carol must have felt her reluctance. She gave her a comforting smile.

"Is this your first time here?"

"For mom, yes."

"I'm here. Just take your time."

Monica nodded. She hadn't imagined having Carol's support that afternoon, but somehow she couldn't do without it anymore. She felt like a child, running to her mother after she'd accidentally broken her toy. Except there was no fixing this. Cosmic forces bigger than her had taken her away from reality and time and space, and she'd missed her mother's last few years.

Monica approached the tomb slowly. Maria Rambeau, beloved mother, friend, ace pilot, and pioneer. Monica choked on a sob at the words. She struggled to keep her tears at bay, taking deep breaths to try and calm the violent shake of her body. The ache in her chest was so strong, she thought she was having a heart attack. But Carol came to stand by her side and took her free hand in hers, and it became just a bit easier to breathe. She kneeled and left the bouquet next to Carol's.

"I hope you like the epitaph. I promised her I would put 'ace pilot' on it to prove once and for all she was better than me."

Monica looked at Carol with surprise.

"You were there? In the end?"

Carol nodded.

"It's a long story."

Monica brushed the tears out of her eyes.

"Maybe we should find somewhere to sit so I can tell you all about it?"

"Yeah. We have a lot of catching up to do."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29084679

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!

A Kiss for a Gift - a Wolfwren Christmas fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Merry Christmas! As advertised multiple times I've posted a Christmas one-shot set in my High School AU. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!

The Life Day Market of Capital City was the biggest in Lothal. The whole plaza at the foot of the central tower was taken over by lights, wooden chalets and all the Life Day decorations the place could handle, green and red and gold everywhere the eye stopped. People lined up for warm drinks and hot treats. Vendors displayed jewelry and paintings and socks, the perfect gift for your family on Life Day. And Sabine had had the terrible idea of letting Hera sign her up as a volunteer, again.

All the streets leading into the plaza had been closed off except two, the entrance and the exit. A banner hung above the entrance, welcoming everyone into the market. If it wasn’t enough, however, Sabine was the extra welcome. She sat in a tiny wooden box at the corner of the entrance, too cramped up to move. She was supposed to give additional information to the people, but she wasn’t even sure what information she could give them. There was no map to the market, it was made up of two concentric circles of cabins and impossible to get lost in. The time the market opened and closed? They had a big sign near every entrance for that. People walked by her without sparing her a glance, probably as confused by her presence as she was annoyed by it. She scrolled on her phone, draining the battery to keep boredom at bay. She’d brought a pad and pencil to draw but she barely had the space to move her arms.

At least she had avoided the role of one of the droids in the Santa Clause factory like the year before, she thought as Ezra brushed his way back to her, dressed in a poor man’s droid’s costume.

“Why did I have to be a droid?” he complained as he leaned over the small counter of Sabine’s booth.

“I don’t know what’s more cramped. This box or your droid costume.”

“It’s the costume, trust me.”

He tugged on the sleeves yet they continued to hike up past his wrists.

“Anyway, Hera is asking if you want a snack.”

Sabine sighed. The only privilege of working for the market was that they didn’t have to cue twenty minutes for a crepe. Still, with her legs cramping up and her elbows rubbing against wood all day, it didn’t feel worth it. And if the PA system behind her played that stupid Life Day song again, she was going to take it down herself.

Ezra stared at her, waiting for an answer. Her gaze migrated away from her brother to the familiar blonde who had just squeezed through the crowd at the entrance. A big smile appeared on Sabine’s lips as she spotted Shin. She waved at her. Shin gave her a small smile and brushed past the crowd to get to her.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52519663

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Cause Baby, I Get the Job Done - An Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 7 of @agathaallalongweek and today's story was inspired by an awesome fanart that @cattles-bians posted a while ago. Basically, Agatha is the daughter of Mephisto and she has horns. Oh, and Mephisto wants a grandson. Agathario smut ensues. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy ;)

Agatha hated going to her father’s place. The man had only one decorative element on display everywhere, like he’d never acquired a sense of taste in the past however many thousand years he’d been alive. Sure, fire and brimstone had its effect on first time visitors, but she thought he could make an effort to spruces up the place every so often.

Mephisto sat on his huge obsidian throne that looked like someone had splashed lava on a chair and it had cooled instantly. The uneven shape of the armrests was a touch of whimsy that Agatha always thought didn’t suit the man – extra-dimensional demon – who sat on it. He looked down at her with displeasure, which she was quite used to. No matter the parent, she was always disappointing them.

“Hey dad,” she said as she stopped on the basalt dais in front of her. A chasm with lava running at the bottom separated her from Mephisto, and she could easily cross it if she wanted to, but her dad wasn’t much of a hugger and to be honest, neither was she. “Sorry I missed Father’s Day. And the one before. And the one before that.” For show, she quickly counted on her fingers then waved the whole thing off. “I’ve missed a few, I know.”

“Agatha,” Mephisto’s voice boomed around the throne room, making the imps in the wings shudder. Agatha didn’t even flinch. “You know why you’re here. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Is this about the Hindenburg? Because I figured you’d appreciate it. But that was years ago…” She pretended to think, stalling the conversation. “Is this about JFK?”

“Agatha,” he shouted at her, his voice so powerful it made all the flames on the walls tremble. “Twenty suitors I’ve sent your way, and you’ve killed them all!”

“Oh… that.”

She knew it was the reason her father had summoned her, she was just messing with him, because what was the point of having the Devil as a father if she couldn’t rile him up.

“I have given you power and knowledge,” Mephisto continued. “In exchanged, I’ve asked only one thing of you. The Antichrist-”

“The Antichrist, I know.”

“And yet in over three hundred years on this Earth, you have yet to give me a grandson.”

“Jeez, dad, I’m still a little young, don’t you think?” He glared at her and she huffed. “I’m not ready to have a kid.”

FULL STORY HERE

Fury to end All Furies - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is a new addition to the Ahsoka season 2 and Beyond series, about a mission gone wrong and featuring a special guest! Here is an extract and you can find the link to the first part of two at the end!

When darkness fell over the city, Shin left their hotel room and took a turn of the neighborhood. Sabine was on the rooftop of their hotel to watch the sky. The second moon was on the rise already. If their intel were correct, then the cargo would leave the city when the third moon rose. That mysterious cargo had been tracked by New Republic spies over multiple planets. It was changed location often. Hera suspected their owner was onto them and wouldn’t bring it home. She was done playing games. She wanted the cargo taken and its smugglers captured. If it contained weapons, just as she suspected, it might take them one step closer to dismantling another remnant of the Empire.

Shin kept her hood up as she slithered through the crowd. Workers enjoying a drink after a hard day in the mines. Regulars already half a drink away from sleep. Young people going to the neon bathed clubs. She walked past them like a ghost, gaze scanning for anything suspicious. So far, nothing. She walked toward the shipyard, where small shuttles were being refurbished for new service.

“No sign of trouble yet,” she said.

“Want to get a drink afterward?” Sabine suggested.

“Mission first.”

“Of course. We can celebrate after.”

Sabine’s voice was low. It sent shivers to the base of Shin’s spine, unravelling her focus.

“After,” Shin replied, like a promise.

She heard the faint sound of a grappling firing and knew Sabine had changed location, moving closer to the shipyard. The rest of the crowd was none the wiser. Ahead, someone inserted coins into a music box and drumbeats flooded the street. Shin walked past and down a set of stairs. The shipyard was in sight.

“I see something,” Sabine said.

Shin stopped around a dim corner, the streetlight above pale with age.

“Define something.”

“Movement.”

Shin pushed herself away from the wall and walked faster toward the shipyard. Music lingered behind her. Now that the workday was over, the path to the shipyard was empty.

“This isn’t good.”

Shin picked up speed.

“What are you seeing?”

“They’re moving the cargo already. Toward a small ship. I thought the third moon didn’t rise for another hour.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53598448/chapters/135676210