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Oshecki Week 2024 Story Masterpost

Hello everyone! Welcome to Oshecki week 2024! I've decided to make it easier on myself and everyone by making a single masterpost that will be updated every day with the link to each of my story for this fun little week!

Day 1: For Light and Life: The Forever Padawan

Day 2: More flexible than a droid: Mastering Form III

Day 3: What we survive: Nobody's Soldier

Day 4: I'll look you up: It's a Small Galaxy After All

Day 5: Pull the thread: The First Training Session Is Always the Hardest (Especially When You Die)/I Was Made For Loving You

I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Guilty Feelings Have Got No Rhythm - an Agatha All Along fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 4 of @agathaallalongweek is "Teachers/Professors" and if you read my day 1 story then you can probably guess we are going back to the magic school! Here is the beginning of this new story and if you want to read all of it, the link will be at the end!

Was there anything more humiliating than becoming a teacher at your old school? Agatha couldn’t really think of any other worst situation. But she had no prospect – not unusual for her – and the previous song magic teacher had had a nervous breakdown. Since Agatha was one of the most talented song witches there was, wouldn’t she like to replace her in the middle of the year? Agatha told them she could use the money, so she had agreed, but only until the end of the year. Come summer, she was gone again.

The accommodations were better than she remembered, though to be fair the teacher’s room were very different from the students’. At least this time she wasn’t sharing it. She settled her bags in the sparse living room and looked over the aged decoration. Wood paneling on the walls, shaggy carpet on the floor, and a dusty six-pronged chandelier on the ceiling. When was it renovated for the last time, the 1970s? No, that wouldn’t do. The bedroom was equally hideous. The frame of the bed screamed when she sat down on it and she feared it would snap if she tried to laid down. Way to make her feel old and fat within her first hour back at school.

A knock at the open front door made her stand up. She returned into the living room only to see the one person she didn’t want to see standing in the doorway. Jennifer Kale, her old roommate and, for the past three years, the potion teacher. Jen was wearing pink – not surprising – and looking down at her with satisfaction.

“What’s this I hear? That the great Agatha Harkness has deigned to grace us with her presence?”

Agatha rolled her eyes.

“How have you been?” she asked, not that she cared.

Jen seemed to ignore her question as she looked around the room and grimaced.

“What is this room? If my room had looked like that I would have resigned on the spot.”

“Can you really afford to?” Agatha taunted her right back. “I heard you had some trouble. With the law.”

Jen groaned and whirled around.

“Fine. I’ll see you in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Don’t save me a seat.”

“I won’t.”

FULL STORY HERE

Pull Me Out of the Water, Cold and Blue - a Caitvi fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I haven't be able to get these two out from under my skin since I watched season 2, so I thought I'd try the method that works best for me. I wrote the fluffiest, most sugar-sweet fic that I could. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

Vi was not surprised to find Caitlyn reclined on their bed when she came home in the early evening. Neither of them had had a day to rest since the battle and their day wasn’t over, as they had a fundraiser to attend in an hour. Vi didn’t blame her girlfriend for taking a little nap. If she’d come home sooner from Zaun, she would have done the same, but the reconstruction had taken longer than she’d wished.

Vi lingered by the posters of the bed, arms crossed and a tender smile on her face as she watched Cait sleep. Her girlfriend had only removed her boots and was still wearing her pants and a black turtleneck. Her hair was down but her eyepatch was still firmly in place. She was reclined on her back, one hand over her chest, head turned toward the crackling fireplace. Its golden flames danced over her face like butterflies, and Vi watched as the light and shadows clung to Cait’s features.

“I know you’re staring,” Cait said without opening her eye, a certain amusement in her voice.

“Is that a crime? Are you going to throw me in jail for staring?”

Cait huffed like she didn’t want to laugh but she could not stop the sound from rushing past her lips. She rubbed her eye, stretched, and took in a deep breath. Then, she looked at Vi.

“What time is it?”

“Six-ish.”

“Wake me up in half an hour… That ought to give me enough time to prepare…”

Cait rolled away from the fireplace, legs folding atop the covers.

“Hard day at work?” Vi asked her.

“When is it not?”

Vi glanced at the clock. If her girlfriend was going to take a nap, then she figured she would do the same. She rounded the bed to her side, sat down and removed her boots. Then, she laid down across the huge bed, and rolled until she was facing Cait.

Full Story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63135295

Wolfwren Fanfiction Posting Schedule - December 2023

Hello everyone! Since a lot of you seemed to enjoy the posting schedule I made last month I thought I would make a new one for the coming month and beyond, as I once again find myself with a lot of story ready to post!

Sat. 2nd & Wed. 6th December: The last two chapters of Gray November, I've been down since July (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51672217/chapters/130624462)

Saturday 9th December: Another addition to the "Ahsoka season 2 and beyond series" (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3825343). Temporary title is "The Morning Sketch" but definite rating is E ;)

Wednesday 13th December: 5 times someone interrupted Sabine and Shin making out + 1 time no one did.

Saturday 16th December: Beginning of my new multi-chapter fic (as of now only known as the Obi-Wan AU)

Thursday 21st December: Life Day on Peridea (short Christmasy fic)

Sunday 24th December: Second, longer Christmas fic set in my High School AU verse (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3812962)

Saturday 6th January: Begining of the next multi-chapter fic (hopefully)

And with that busy month ahead of us, I hope you will enjoy reading these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Hell is a Thanksgiving Dinner - A Fear Street fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here is an extract from my new short multi-chapter fanfiction centered around Cindy and Ziggy going home for Thanksgiving, so you can obviously expect a lot of family drama! If you want to read the whole story, the link is at the end! I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Ziggy woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, followed by the yapping of Major Tom. He'd yet to understand that there wasn't some evil elf hidden in the black box ringing an electronic bell every morning. She didn't think he ever would. Instead, she switched off the alarm and padded her bed, prompting Major to jump back on the covers and nuzzle his nose under her hand, asking to be petted. She patted his head as she stared at the weak sunlight bouncing off her ceiling. She sighed. She didn't feel ready for the day, but she knew it was too late to back down. Although she didn't want to, she slipped out of bed.

Soon enough, she had changed into her tracksuit and was putting on her trainers. Major Tom was waiting for her by the door, his tail wagging happily at the prospect of going out. Ziggy put on her sweater, picked up her earbuds, strapped his retractable leash on Major Tom, and was ready to go.

She ran until she couldn't feel her legs, then let Major drag her for another mile until they were home. They followed their usual route. Down the street, past the wall with a thick layer of band posters, turning right on Elm Street, past the line of suit-wearing businessmen and tired teenagers waiting for their coffee, through the front gate, and into the park, up the main gravel path which traversed the park, along the small gentle stream and over the wooden bridge, past the children's playground, back out of the park, and around the block. Major was ready for another turn and Ziggy had to hold him back to bring him inside their building.

Major sprinted up the stairs while Ziggy took her time. He sat in front of the door, his tail brushing the floor of the hallway. Ziggy unlocked the front door and let Major inside. While he plopped down in front of his water bowl, she took a glass of water and drank.

She gave Major his breakfast and went to take a shower. This was the only way to make sure he was busy while she washed up. She knew he was only worried about her, but every once in a while she'd like to take a shower without him scratching and whining at the door.

Once dressed for the day, Ziggy took her breakfast. As the coffee machine was loudly brewing her a cup, she checked her phone. She had agreed to pick up Cindy at five today, but still, she felt the need to type 'Ready for today?' When halfway through breakfast she still hadn't received any reply, she suspected it was because her sister was still in bed. To be fair, it was still early. She knew Cindy would answer once she was up. She always did.

FULL STORY HERE!

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Don’t They Know it’s the End of the World? - a foxxay fanfiction

A/N:Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new foxxay story, a No magic post-apocalyptic story. Summary: While running away from a group of raiders, Misty finds a little corner of paradise, seemingly sheltered from the end of the world. This mansion once belonged to Cordelia, but now she has opened it to welcome any girl in need of a place to stay. However, surviving the bombs was only the beginning, and now that the world is in chaos, the real survival begins... (link to the full story will be at the end)

Madison's jaw visibly clenched. She turned back to Misty.

"Come on."

She led Misty inside through the kitchen door. There, a few girls were finishing up with the dishes, drying them and placing them neatly back in the cupboard. A small group of ten-year-olds was playing Monopoly in the living room. Another group of teenagers was seating around the table, playing Risk. Madison walked through the corridors like she owned the place. The clicks of her heels on the white parquet floor echoed in the entire building.

Misty looked around her with surprise. The walls were very white, almost too white for this new, upside-down world she'd been traversing in the past few weeks. The furniture was clean. There were many books on the shelves, and paintings still hung on the walls. It was as if time had completely stopped just minutes before the bombs fell.

They emerged out of the hallway and into the main entrance, where a massive, double staircase climbed up to the floors above. However, Madison didn't go up, but to the right of the stairs instead. There, she knocked on a closed door. Misty caught up just in time to see Madison opening the door. She passed her head through, but not enough to allow Misty to see inside the room.

"I see you forgot your walkie-talkie again," the voice of a woman said on the other side of the door.

"Whatever," Madison replied. "Queenie's not even monitoring the cameras, and I would have had to return here anyway. They were running after a girl."

"Of course they were. Let her in."

Madison stepped away and looked back at Misty.

"Go on in, hippie."

Misty nodded, and with a slightly trembling hand, she pushed the door open.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23627905/chapters/56705272