This Is A Gift, It Comes With A Price (Who Is The Lamb And Who Is The Knife?) - An Agathario Fanfiction

Love Bites - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 3 of @agathaallalongweek and I wrote a very bloody story inspired by Carmilla, which I hope all you vampire lovers will enjoy! Here is the beginning and if you'd like to read the rest the link will be at the end!

Nothing ever happened at Castle Salem, to Agatha’s great despair, so when servants brought back an unconscious young woman victim, she rushed back inside to see what was going on. She searched through the empty corridors until she saw the servants gathered near a door. Brushing past them, she reached for the handle just as the door opened. Her mother stepped out and gave Agatha her usual severe glare.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“There was a carriage accident up the road. I’ve sent for a doctor but I fear she won’t make it.”

Agatha frowned.

“Why?”

“She’s cold as death already.”

Agatha wanted to see for herself, but her mother stood in her way and stared her down.

“Agatha,” she said in that sharp, cutting voice that Agatha hated. “This is none of your concern. Go.”

Agatha grumbled and wanted to protest, but one glower from her mother and she walked off, stomping down the stairs to return to the garden. Simmering with anger, she threw herself on a bench and crossed her arms. She hated her mother, and she hated this place so isolated where nothing ever happened. She wanted to leave, but she had nowhere else to go.

From the corner of her eyes, she watched as the doctor arrived on horseback and entered the castle. He stayed inside for an hour, then left. Agatha couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d left because the young woman was stable or because she had died. Once again, curiosity got the better of her. She walked back inside, squinting against the summer sun above until she was in the shadow of the large castle. Dark ivy grew over the four walls of the old stone building, reaching up to the two chimneys on either side. The inside was always cold and damp, even on a bright day like this one.

Agatha tiptoed up the stairs, head on a swivel as she searched for any sign of her mother. She stopped at the edge of the hallway and peeked around the corner, but it seemed her mother wasn’t keeping watch. Agatha’s footsteps made no sound on the carpet as she reached the door. She opened it and slid inside, mindful to shut the door behind her.

“Hello?”

She jumped around in surprise, stunned when she saw the young woman sat up in bed and staring at her. She had beautiful brown eyes that seemed to glow in the shadows of the curtains, and her lips were pulled into a curious smile. Though Agatha was struck by her beauty, she snapped out of her it when she felt heat creep up her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.”

FULL STORY HERE

Our Place - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is the beginning of my new one-shot about Shin and Sabine getting their own apartment. If ou want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Sabine woke up in her bed in the communication tower, bright morning light coming in through the high windows of the circular room. She grumbled and stretched, only to realize that she had the space to stretch. This was a twin bed. Usually, Shin and her could barely move when they laid side by side on the bed. She scanned the tower, looking for her girlfriend. She expected the blonde to be in the kitchen making breakfast perhaps. Maybe Murley had woken her up because he wanted to be fed. When she couldn’t see her, she called, her voice groggy:

“Shin?”

A hum answered from the floor. Sabine looked down. Shin was lying flat on the floor with her pillow and a blanket wrapped around her like a flat bread. She kept her back to the light, turned toward the bed.

“What are you doing down there?” Sabine asked with a frown. “Did I push you off?”

“Not really,” Shin mumbled as she brushed her eyes open. “I was feeling a bit cramped is all. I’m used to sleeping on the floor anyway.”

“You should have woken me up.”

“What for? Not much you can do. Bed’s small, that’s just how it is.”

Sabine sat up, swigging both legs over the edge of the bed, mindful of her girlfriend still laying on the floor.

“We could always buy a bigger bed.”

“To put where?”

Sabine bit her lower lip. Shin had a point. The tower was already pretty cramped as it were with all of Sabine’s junk. They would have to push some things around to fit a double bed. Sabine pouted at her girlfriend. She sank to her knees beside her.

“Poor baby.”

Sabine crawled over her until she was half-laying on top of her. Shin turned to accommodate her, a smile on her lips despite the sun in her eyes.

“Kicked off the bed? That’s evil.”

“You can always make it up to me,” Shin replied as she threaded her fingers through Sabine’s short hair.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52345309

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

Dream Markers and Memory Keepers - a Captain Marvel fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here is an extract of the story I wrote for the winner of my bid for the MTH 2020 charity auction! It’s a lot of family fluff as Maria and Carol take Monica to Disneyworld for the first time. If you want to read the whole story the link is at the end!

Maria spotted the miraculously empty bench and Monica mustered all the energy she had left to run to it. Soon enough, her parents caught up. Carol was carrying a small collection of shopping bags. She tugged them between her feet as she sat down. Monica was sandwiched between her moms. Cinderella castle rose over them on the other side of the circular plaza. Now that the night had fallen, it was illuminated by powerful projectors, so that even the blue rooftops and golden spirals were visible as if it were the middle of the day.

The whole plaza was lit by streetlights. However, despite the intense lights around her, Monica yawned. She rubbed her eyes and rested her head against Maria's shoulder.

"Don't fall asleep before the fireworks, Lieutenant Trouble," Carol said.

"It's fine, we have plenty of time. She can take a little nap."

In no time at all, Monica was asleep. People began to crowd the plaza in preparation for the light show and fireworks. Carol checked her phone. They still had a good hour to wait. Maria was holding onto her daughter. Carol slid just a bit closer, careful not to crush Monica between them, and placed one arm over the backrest of the bench. She could feel the warmth of Maria's arm against her hand.

"We're going to be eating nothing but potatoes for the rest of the year, but it would have been so worth it," Carol said with a smile.

Maria brushed a strand of curly hair away from Monica's face.

"She's going to run us ragged. We're here all week and I'm already tired."

"To be fair, the first's day is always the most exciting."

Maria glanced at her in disbelief and Carol shrugged.

"If you want to take a day off at the spa, I can handle her."

"Even if she wants to go on 'It's a small world' again?" Maria asked with a chuckle.

Carol shuddered.

"I'll do my best..."

More and more people settled on the sidewalk and in any available spot to wait. Many were families just like them, with one or more children either too excited to fall asleep or struggling to remain awake. Carol checked the time again on her phone and eventually, she decided to check the pictures she'd taken during the day. She almost had the wind knocked out of her by the number of pictures alone.

"Thank God I remembered to empty my phone before we left. It's just the first day and I already have over a hundred pictures!"

Maria leaned a bit closer, mindful of the sleeping eight-year-old against her.

"Let me see."

Carol selected the oldest picture she'd taken, one of Monica posing beside the huge statue of Ariel at their hotel.

"That's one a keeper alright."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28875438

Our Song - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Ruby/Christina story, about Christina being the Queen of the Underworld and Ruby going to make a deal with her to get Leti’s soul back. If you’re interested the link to the full story is at the end!

The Underworld was forever silent. You got used to it rather quickly, mostly because you only visited it once you were dead, and nothing bothered you anymore then. All the souls transiting through the Underworld made as much noise as an ant. They floated through, from one part of the realm to another. They had no thoughts, no mouths or vocal cords, and therefore didn't speak. Hundreds of thousands of souls came and went all of the time, never making so much as a sound.

Christina had grown to appreciate the silence beyond anything else. Ruling over the Underworld was quiet, like ruling over Hell was violent. It was as all things were. Who was she to go against the rules? She spent most of her days reading, surveying her kingdom, with little to no sense of time. Time didn't exist for the dead, after all, they were already dead. And when the pull of boredom became too strong, Christina shut her book and took a walk around her kingdom. It was small and gray, but it was home, and wasn't that enough? A worse fate could have awaited her, she was certain of it.

Peace and quiet. Very suddenly disturbed, in Christina's opinion. It began with familiar growls coming from inside the castle. Christina was seated on a bench in the large garden reading when the sound pulled her out of her thoughts. She knew the sound quite well. It was the Shoggoth keeping watch at the entrance of the Underworld. How had it arrived at the castle, she wondered as she snapped her book close. It wasn't supposed to leave its post.

She made her way through the castle in search of the creature. It was not supposed to leave the edge of her realm. She couldn't even imagine the kind of damage one inside of her castle would cause.

She rounded the corner and found with great surprise the multi-eyed creature standing in her throne room. She arrived from behind the throne, but as she began walking down the steps to the creature, she found it wasn't alone. A woman was standing beside it. A real, human woman. She was wearing a red dress, and her hair had somewhat fallen out of place, as a few curls stuck to her neck. Her skin was dark, and a few beads of sweat were running down her temple. Christina knew the path down into the Underworld was hot, but she couldn't feel that heat. There was a guitar slung on the woman's back. When her eyes fell on Christina, her brows furrowed.

"Are you in charge here?" she asked with extreme annoyance.

Christina hadn't had to slip into the position of Queen in a long, long time. But it came to her naturally. The coldness, the detachment of it all. She sat in her throne, crossing her legs, and looked down at the woman.

"I am in charge, as you put it, yes. Who are you? How did you get past my guard dog?"

"He likes music, did you know that?"

Christina looked at the Shoggoth still standing by the woman's side. Its many eyes were transfixed on the woman's instrument. Christina waved her hand, and a whistle could be heard in the distance. The guard dog bounded down the staircase leading back out hurriedly and disappeared. She assumed it could dig its way home on its own.

"I have to command you bravery and ingenuity. No one alive has ever made it this far into my kingdom."

"You call this a kingdom? It's a piece of rock with a castle in the middle."

Christina pursed her lips. She didn't take too kindly to insults.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here for my sister. She died yesterday."

"Time doesn't mean anything to me. She could have died a hundred years ago that it wouldn't change a thing. People die every day, it is how it is. Nothing I can do about it."

The woman crossed her arms. She seemed furious at Christina's detachment.

"But what if she wasn't supposed to die?"

Link to the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27346807/chapters/66818014

Nightcrawling - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back after last week break with a Wolfwren vampire story! Fair warning it's a little bloody (and a little sexy). Here is the beginning and if you want to read the rest of the first chapter, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

When Sabine had decided to change career, she really could have picked anything. But because she liked to make herself suffer, she became a nurse. And because she was so tightly wound with self-control, she became a nurse at the emergency services.

Working the night shift meant that she saw less kids who broke their legs falling off a trampoline and more people caught in drunk driving accidents and high as hell teenagers convinced they could jump from the roof and into the pool. In the early hours of the evening, she might see the tail end of people who had come to the ER in the afternoon, but by two in the morning, she was just waiting for the next car accident victims to roll in.

Her coworkers had gone to get a coffee while the room was relatively quiet. Sabine had declined the coffee, as usual. The other nurses usually made fun of her, telling her then she might be young now but give it a few years and she would be running through the night shift on coffee just like them. Jokes on them, Sabine was definitely older than them.

The call came through from one of the ambulances, and Sabine picked up since she was the only one at the nurse’s station.

“Emergency?”

“We have another one for you. ETA 2 minutes.”

“Car crash?”

“Pedestrian.”

Sabine expected the worse when pedestrians were hit by cars. A lot of blood, usually.

“We’ll be ready.”

She hung up and jumped into action. She rushed out of the ER, grabbing a gurney on the way there. She pushed it out and arrived outside just as the ambulance pulled out, lights blinking hard into the moonless night. The EMTs at the back pushed the door open so hard that it snapped against the truck. They transferred the patient from one gurney to the other. Sabine pushed the gurney back inside, helped by one of the EMTs.

“Pressure is 125 over 75. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

“What happened?”

“She got hit by a car while crossing, but the car had just been stopped at a red light.”

Sabine looked down at the woman whose broken arm was clutched against her chest. She had lost consciousness already. She had to focus to understand what she was looking at. The blood, as always, called all of her attention. All she saw, for a second, was red. Her throat began to itch. It was only through years of practice that she managed to push it all aside and see past the blood. Her radius was broken, the bone protruding through the skin like a shard of bloodied stone. She had a wound on the shoulder that required stitching as it leaked blood fast. The rest were superficial nips.

“She was wounded already before the car?” Sabine deduced from the severity of the wounds and the EMT’s explanation.

“The driver said he saw her stumble in front of him but he couldn’t tell if she was bleeding or not.”

“We’ll take it from here.”

I need help for my next fic: In your opinion, if Shin had been a formally trained Jedi, would her lightsaber had been green (mastery over the Force) or blue (exceptional aptitude in combat)?

Show Me Family - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back at it again with a one-shot set in my Ahsoka season 2 universe. Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

The sound of wooden swords clashing against each other filled the training room. Sabine dodged Shin’s lunge with a chuckle and struck back. Shin pivoted to counter, then took a step back.

“Maybe someday you’ll land a hit on me,” Shin bragged, the training sword twirling in her hand.

Sabine exhale, taking the short break to catch her breath.

“What would I get for touching you?”

“Moving on from training swords?” Shin suggested.

Sabine rolled her eyes.

“Oh sure, let’s fight with real lightsabers inside a ship. I’m sure Hera will be totally cool with that…”

Shin didn’t let Sabine finish her sentence. She lunged at her again, forcing Sabine to parry. Her defense was unsteady and Shin slid her foot beneath Sabine’s calf, sweeping her leg from under her. Sabine crashed to the floor with a huff.

“Maybe I should ask for something that will really annoy you,” Sabine contemplated from the floor before she pushed herself up.

“Like what?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

Sabine let out another breath, pushing past her exhaustion. She charged with a vertical strike. Shin deflected the blow and retaliated. They traded blows, the room echoing with the sharp thwack of wood on wood and their tired breaths. Sabine aimed for Shin’s ribs and she would have gotten her if Shin hadn’t blocked the blade with the Force. Sabine stepped back.

“Cheating.”

“I know from experience bruised ribs take their time healing.”

“I was just going to give you a little tap, cheater.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52252912

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The Goddamn Fight of My Life - a Cindy/Alice fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! It has been a long time since I've written anything Fear Street! I found this story almost finished in my vault a few weeks ago and I thought it deserved to be completed and shared! Here is the beginning of the first chapter and if you want to read the whole chapter, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

The trees bent so hard over the path they threatened to topple at the first strong gust of wind, Cindy thought as she drove past them. She even held her breath. It would be terrible if she ended up trapped in the woods, worse if the car was wrecked by a falling tree. She was supposed to be gone only for the weekend.

The cabin she had rented for them was a small, isolated lakeside cabin. There were, in fact, a dozen or so cabins of various sizes around the lake, with just enough trees between them that they were considered isolated. There was a town twenty minutes away, and a much bigger resort on the other side of the lake. She had thought about renting two rooms at the resort, so they could have gone to the spa all weekend long, but she wanted peace and quiet. No one but Alice.

She was glad her friend had agreed to come with her. They hadn’t had the opportunity to spend some time together since life had gotten in the way. This would be good, she thought. A chance to relax and to think.

Cindy made it through the tree-shadowed path and reached the cabin. It was a bit bigger than she’d imagined, made of dark wood with a moss-covered shingled roof. A motorbike was parked up front, and Alice was standing beside it, smoking. Cindy parked beside her. Tobacco smoke overtook the fresh, humid smell of the lake. The combination reminded Cindy of that fateful summer.

“You know, the point of coming here is to enjoy the fresh air,” Cindy said as she stepped out of the car.

“You should know by now I don’t like the smell of fresh air.”

Alice crushed her cigarette beneath her heel and picked her bag off the back of her bike. Cindy wondered how she’d managed to drive up the gravel path.

“Plus, I was just waiting for your slow ass to catch up.”

Cindy picked her suitcase out of the trunk of her brand-new Chevrolet Citation. Technically it was their car – Tommy and hers – but he had no use for it this weekend, as he was at a conference in Denver. Plus, she was a much better driver than him, and they both knew it.

“You could have just gone with me, you know? Plenty of space in my car.”

Alice, who had already walked up the creaky stairs to the front door, gave one disgusted look at the hatchback.

“I think I’d rather spend another summer at Camp Nightwing than set foot in your family car.”