Resistance Is Futile - A CindyxAlice Fanfiction

Raspberry Swirl (Carol/Valkyrie fanfiction)

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new story, Raspberry Swirl, a CarolValkyrie story about ice cream and summer and Carol being an awkward idiot who can’t line up two words together. Link to the full story will be at the end.

The woman looked at Carol once again, surprised.

"And the blueberry one?"

"I think it's supposed to be call Bi-berry?"

Carol pulled out the cone out of the icebox. Its wrapper was red, purple and blue, imitating the bisexual flag. The woman chuckled.

"Fine, I'll take it. How much?"

"Oh... It's... on the house?"

The woman frowned in surprise.

"Really? Why?"

Carol shrugged, desperately trying to find an excuse.

"It's the end of the day..."

The woman continued to stare at Carol, trying to figure out why she was suddenly giving her a free cone. Finally, she gave up and picked up the ice cream off the counter.

"Thanks."

"My pleasure," Carol replied with a bright smile. "Now you can tell your friend Bi-berry's the best. I mean blueberry," she added quickly.

"I know," the woman replied with a wink before she turned around and returned to her towel.

Carol watched her go, then looked away quickly when the woman looked back. Beside her, Monica continued to stare. Carol moved away, fiddling with her phone.

"So, tipping isn't flirting, but giving free ice cream definitely is, right?" the girl asked.

Carol groaned and refused to answer.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19198537

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The Hundred Steps of Hell - a foxxay fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new foxxay one-shot, the story of Cordelia making her way down to hell to get Misty out, but with a catch. Link to the full story will be at the end if you’re interested.

“I was wondering when you would come to me again. She's been waiting for you.”

Cordelia tried to ignore the pang of guilt in her chest. She stepped forward, facing Papa Legba without fear.

“You know why I'm here then?”

“Of course. You want the Swamp Witch.”

Cordelia nodded.

“Name your price.”

Papa Legba chuckled lowly.

“Why do you want her so bad? I've seen you, trying to get her back for years. Why is she so special to you?”

“It's my fault she's been trapped down there,” Cordelia admitted in a wavering voice. “I have to fix this.”

Papa Legba stood up from his chair, straightening to his full, imposing height.

“I have been thinking about this exchange for a long time,” he said with a smile. “Pondering over what price to pay. I thought about asking for something of yours. Your eyes, maybe, or another sense. Maybe one of your girls. A life for a life.”

Cordelia braced herself, waiting for Papa to finish his explanation.

“Then, finally, I had the perfect idea.”

His cane hit the ground loudly, and a single wooden door groaned open beside him. Cordelia felt every nerve in her body fire up nervously as the door slowly swung open. She waited for something to come out of the door, some sort of strange, demonic creature. When nothing happened, she frowned.

“I will let you walk down to Hell, and get her for yourself.”

“What? Just like that?”

“Just like that. But there is a catch.”

She sighed. She should have known there would be a catch.

"There are many stairways leading to Hell like there are many stairways leading everywhere. This one is special. This one has not been used for many many years. This is the catch. There are a hundred steps separating you and your Misty. For each step you'll take, you will have to relinquish a memory of her you possess."

Cordelia's mouth hung slightly open as she pondered the dilemma she was presented with.

“I'm not even sure I have a hundred memories of Misty.”

She'd barely known her for a few months, how could she have so many memories of the blonde? As she thought about it, there was only one memory she could remember, that of Misty, unconscious on the carpet in the living room, of feeling the woman's body crumbling to dust, of being unable to wake her up and hear her voice again.

“Won't I forget her completely?”

"If you can make it to the bottom, you will. But then I will make sure you don't forget to leave with her. After all, a deal is a deal."

Full story: http://archiveofourown.org/works/23442799

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 write for my own enjoyment"

And

"I'm happy when people interact with my writing"

Are two sentences that can coexist!

Holidate - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! On this very special day, my birthday, I'm starting my new multichapter story! It's just the movie Holidate with Wolfwren (and a few twists). Here is the beginning of the first chapter, and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end!

As soon as Sabine came downstairs, she felt a dozen looks of pity on her. She ignored them as best as she could, which was difficult when she hadn’t had her coffee yet. It was almost lunch time anyway, and most everyone was gathered in the kitchen. She had to slither between Zeb and his very broad frame and the kitchen isle where Hera was making yet another batch of gingerbread cookies. The smell of them was almost enough to turn Sabine’s stomach. Usually, she would have been excited for more of Hera’s famous Christmas cookies, but nothing felt like Christmas today.

This was supposed to be her Christmas. After six years of dating Ketsu, Sabine had long since thought that this was it. She didn’t care whether they got married or not, only that Ketsu was definitely the love of her life. Then, she’d found an engagement ring very poorly hidden – Ketsu had always been terrible had hiding stuff – in one of her drawers. And of course, Sabine had been excited, and she’d told everyone about her find in the family chat. It had been a huge mistake. Turned out, Ketsu had been good at hiding some things after all. Right before December, she had packed everything out of their apartment and left Sabine.

The coffee machine was in no hurry to fill her mug, forcing Sabine to linger in the kitchen, foot tapping impatiently. She knew everyone was staring at her back, but she refused to acknowledge them. Just because they wanted to pity her didn’t mean that she had to pity herself. She didn’t. Good fucking riddance was her opinion. She’d never had more space in the apartment. And it wasn’t like she was alone on Christmas. She had them. Her family.

Piping hot mug of coffee in hand, she left the kitchen without a word and entered the living room. There, she found Ezra and Jacen on the carpet, working on a pretty big Lego set.

“You’ve opened your presents already?” she said, astound.

Usually, Sabine was always there to snap a hundred pictures of the little boy opening his presents.

“Mom said it was fine,” Jacen replied. “I didn’t want to wait until you were awake.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“We figured you needed the rest,” Ezra replied, like Sabine needed his opinion, or some rest, or whatever they all seem to think that she needed, which she didn’t.

“I’m fine. I just want to enjoy a Christmas with my family. Is it too much to ask?”

Optical Illusion - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I know I'm already posting a multichapter fic, but how about another one at the same time? This one is inspired by the show High Fidelity, in which Sabine and Shin are exes. It is 100% Wolfwren though, so don't worry ;) Here an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end.

Ezra looks around the gallery. Yeah, it’s empty. Like I hadn’t notice. But it doesn’t matter if the place has white walls and all the light you would want, rich people have no interest in the art I’m selling. It’s too rebellious for them.

“Can I do anything to help?”

I sigh.

“You can sit by the door and pretend to be a security guard.”

“Awesome! I can do that.”

He’ll be on his phone as soon as he finishes his coffee. It means I’m free to start mulling over my exes again.

There are good ideas, and then there are bad ideas, and then there are terrible ideas. And then, there are ideas that suck so bad they might as well be black holes. Dating Leia was one of those ideas. Because we all knew, myself included, that she had this thing going on with Han, but they kept breaking up and getting back together, and I thought there wouldn’t be anything wrong if I inserted myself in the middle. I was wrong. Black hole idea.

Rey was too good for me, let’s face it. There’s a moment where, no matter how angry or bitter you are about your ex, you have to recognize the truth. I’m not delusional, just sour. Rey was too good for me. There, I admitted it. But Shin…

I can forget the others. Not forgive them, but forget them, sure. Or, at least I could when I was with Shin. We were together for three years, before she dumped me. A year later, and it still stings like a slap. She just up and left, threw three years of our life together down the drain because her father convinced her to. Her father convinced her to leave me and she did, and I didn’t even try to stop her. Rey may have been too good for me but I was too good for Shin. I realize that now. That’s why I’m planning my two hundredth painting on the theme of betrayal. Because I’m over it.

Setback - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the first chapter of my bew multi-chapter story. It's a cooking AU. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end!

“Hello?” a voice came from the front.

Sabine brushed her mouth with her hands, then her hands on her jeans. She left her sandwich aside and picked up her notebook. She didn’t know what to expect when she stepped out of the kitchen. Certainly not a woman her age, with shoulder-length hair. The bottom was dyed platinum blond but she hadn’t bothered dying them again, allowing her natural dark brown to take over. Her green-blue eyes looked over Sabine as she walked around the counter and came up to her to shake her hand.

“You must be Shin Hati. I’m Sabine Wren.”

Shin’s handshake was firm.

“How long has this bar been in your family?” Shin asked.

“Oh, just… my parents started it and I’m hoping to continue it.”

Sabine pursed her lips. Perhaps opening with how close to ruin this place was wasn’t the right way to begin the interview. She motioned for the nearest table.

“Please, sit.”

They sat opposite each other and Sabine flipped through her notebook until she found the right page. She had written down a few questions and what little information she thought Shin would need.

“I was really surprised when I saw your email. I mean, you’re like an actual cook.”

Shin frowned.

“Aren’t you looking for a cook?”

“Yeah, but I mean, I thought I would get applications from fast food people, not Calodan. Why the change of career?”

Shin seemed to chew her words before she spoke them, a small wrinkle between her eyebrows as she focused.

“The way I see it, it isn’t a change of career. I would still be cooking, right?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely. I’m looking for someone to replace my friend as soon as possible. I’m not firing him. He isn’t quitting either. His help was always temporary and he got the job he wanted, so…”

Sabine trailed off. She really wanted Shin to take the position. Wren Stronghold had a reputation for being a good bar, but outside of regulars these days, they didn’t get a lot of customers. She figured if anything could turn that around, it was good food.

I Put a Spell on You - A New Mutants fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from the IllyanaxRoberto story I promised a while back! It’s about the school’s Halloween Ball, and Roberto being kind of confused about his and Illyana’s relationship status. If you’re interested, the link to the whole story will be at the end of the post.

Roberto reached the door leading down to the club room on autopilot. He only pulled out of his thoughts when it came time to walk down the stairs. The club room was ajar, and he heard laughing from inside. When he walked in, he found Illyana seating behind the computer, as usual, working on editing their movie. Sam, Dani, and Rahne were seating around one of their tiny sets, talking. They were almost done shooting their short film, but the last few sets needed to be finished before they could continue.

"Hey, where were you?" Rahne asked as Roberto walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Finishing my lunch," he said with a frown as if there could be another answer.

Illyana stretched her arms and stood up, picking up her bag.

"Take over, I have to go to class."

She walked past him and gave him a look. That look. It was like an intense kiss in the rain. It hurt Roberto's heart so much, but in a good, lightening sort of way. Every time it made him want to pull her back to him and kiss her fiercely. Every time she was already gone before he could snap out her spell. Roberto swallowed thickly and went to sit by the computer. He was still holding the tickets in his hand. He went through his bag, looking for his wallet, to store the tickets safely away.

"What's that?" Rahne asked because nothing ever evaded her.

"Nothing," Roberto replied quickly.

Sam and Dani looked his way, and Sam said:

"Tickets for the ball?"

"Well, yeah, you have to have a ticket to get in, don't you?"

"Yeah, but two tickets..." Sam trailed off.

There was a moment of silence and Roberto tried to focus on his work, hoping the others would let it go. Dani didn't.

"Are you gonna ask Illyana to go to the dance with you?"

"Why? Are you gonna make fun of me?"

"No, I just think it's romantic."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27189994

There Ain't a Drop of Bad Blood - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 3 of @wolfwrenweek I can't believe we're already halfway through! Today's story is based on an idea that I've been toying with for a while, Rebel Shin. I hope you'll enjoy it! Here is the beginning and the link for the rest of the story will be at the end!

The instant the windows shattered in front of her, Shin knew the operation was impossible to salvage. She blamed it all on Sabine Wren. In fact, Sabine had thrown the explosive which had caused the windows to blow. As Shin fell on her back, pain corkscrewing her stomach, her hatred toward the other Rebel only grew.

“Shin, come on. We don’t have time for a nap.”

Shin huffed and did her best to get up with the Mandalorian’s help. If she looked down, she could see a piece of glass buried in her stomach. She was fairly certain they didn’t belong there, though, as her head swam with warm anxiety, she wasn’t certain of anything anymore.

Blaster shots zipped past them. Sabine whirled around to fire back at the stormtroopers while she guided Shin to the trap through which they had infiltrated the warehouse. Shin expected one of the shots to hit her back and burn through her, but the pain never came. Either Sabine was doing a mighty good job keeping them at bay, or the stormtroopers were even worse than usual.

As they reached the trap door, Shin couldn’t find it in herself to bend and climb within. All she could do was let herself fall. Thankfully, the drop wasn’t too long. Unfortunately, it was concrete. She fell on her side. The air was knocked out of her. She coughed up as she struggled to get back up. She had to check that the glass was still in her stomach, because it felt like her belly was wide open.

Sabine climbed in after her and shut the trap after them. She shot at the seal, securing the trap so none of the stormtroopers could follow. Then, she jumped off the ladder to help Shin up on her feet again.

“Come on. We can’t linger here.”

How in the Force had their mission gone so poorly? Shin was supposed to retrieve supplies for the Hidden Path. It should have been an easy get-in and get-out situation. But then, the Rebellion had decided to help by sending one of their members to escort her. First off, how dare they think Shin needed an escort. She had accomplished many missions on her own. She didn’t need anyone. Second, of all the people they could have picked, they’d had to pick the most aggravating member they could find. The one person Shin wanted to avoid. Sabine Wren.

Sabine dragged her through the service tunnels. Shin could hear banging coming from behind them – or perhaps it was the pounding of her panicked heart in her ears. It didn’t matter that this exit was sealed. There were many others, and the stormtroopers were sure to catch up with them. Shin’s feet shuffled on the ground as she tried to keep up with the speed Sabine was setting for them both. The stabbing pain in her stomach was making her dizzy. If she stumbled and crashed head first and pushed the pieces of glass fully into her stomach, would the pain stop? Sabine didn’t allow her any chance to slip and fall, as she kept a firm grip on the sleeve of her shirt.