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Knocking on Death's Door - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have a drabble for this final day of @agathaallalongweek ! Today is a bonus day and I picked "Celestial Agatha" as my prompt. Here is the beginning and the link to the full story will be at the end. Enjoy!

Someone was knocking at Death’s door. Rio knew it was impossible, that nothing in the universe was strong enough to open that door aside from her, and yet, she felt it rattle. The lock held, but not by much, as whatever was on the other side banged against the planks, fingernails scraping on the wood until it left deep grooves behind. When the assault ended, Rio was both relieved and worried. She wasn’t sure the door would hold another assault, and whatever had tried would certainly try again. The only thing she could do was stop them before they did.

She followed the trail of magic, because magic this powerful left a trace, until she found herself in Hollywood where she melted out of the shadows inside a sound stage. Every available surface had been painted with circles and runes and symbols while candles floated in the air for a ritual that Rio didn’t know, but could comprehend. Her culprit was here, alright. Then, once she saw the crumpled shape in the center, she felt foolish. She should have known Agatha Harkness was behind it all.

Agatha was on her knees, visibly shaking in the dark sound stage. At first, Rio wasn’t sure whether she was shaking from anger that her ritual had failed or from sadness, but then she heard a strangled sob. She approached her carefully, without making a sound, as one would creep on a lion. In the past, this would have worked, but now, even without looking at her, Agatha could sense her.

“Come to gloat?” she snarled.

She sat back, brushed the tears out of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye she composed herself to the charismatic and unshakable witch Rio knew her to be. It might have fooled some, but never her.

“I felt you calling.”

“Is that what I was doing? Because I thought I was about to bring my son back.”

FULL STORY HERE

The Witching Hour - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have just posted the first part of three of my new fanfiction! It is based on some revelations about Shin's character that were released recently. This is the beginning, but if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Baylan’s trail had grown cold. Shin had followed him as far as she could, through forests and mountains. Ahead, a ruin was stuck between two cliffs, as if the earth had opened to swallow it, only to find its taste repugnant. Shin couldn’t blame the earth either. It was a Dathomirian ruin. Every step she took toward it made her skin crawl.

She had always hated witches and their magick, for as long as she could remember. She’d had faith in her master and would not have questioned his involvement with Elsbeth, but she had hated the woman and every second spent with her had been nerve wracking. She was glad the witch was dead.

Behind her, her ash-colored howler whined and pulled on its leash. It didn’t want to enter the ruins either. Shin had grown used to its cowardly way now. She turned to it and ordered:

“Tota.”

The howler fell on its haunches, its tongue lolling out of its huge mouth. She patted it between the ears then walked away. She climbed ancient fallen borders to get to the entrance of the temple. The sun was behind the tall cliffs, their shadows soaking the warmth out of the air. Shin brought her cape tighter around her. The shivers running down her back were not caused by the cold, however, but by the eerie energy coming off the temple.

Two statues held the entrance up, their bodies snapped to pieces but kept upright by moss. Shin could barely guess their features. She assumed they were witches of some kinds. What else could witches worship but themselves? Shin stepped through the doorway. The anxious energy she felt grew tenfold, making the back of her brain buzz with discomfort. The roof of the temple was partially collapsed, leaving holes of light to fall within. The vegetation of Peridea had taken back its place within the structure. Moss and grass carpeted the cracked stone floor in equal measure. All the windows were blocked by the cliffs on either side. The head of the giant statue at the end of the room had snapped at the neck and fallen to the ground. The neck and shoulders were covered with sticks and feathers, nests made not too long ago.

Shin took a few steps forward, her footsteps echoing through the temple. She couldn’t see any sign of her master, but knowing him and his quest, he must have come through, she thought. She closed her eyes, feeling for the Force and his presence in it. Nothing came to her, as usual. If only she’d mastered it more. She’d spent so many years with her master but could emulate so few of the things he’d taught her. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but wonder why he had taken her as his apprentice when she wasn’t talented. Maybe he had been right to leave her behind, she thought bitterly. She would have only slowed him down.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52369444/chapters/132478294

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.

We'd Hurt Each Other With The Things We Want To Say - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Back for day 5 of @agathaallalongweek and part 3 of my witch school AU! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Agatha leaned back in her desk chair as the students left her classroom, relieved that the day was over. She thought being a teacher would be easy, but barely a month in and she was running out of things to teach them already. All her spare time was spent on her secret project, so that a few days ago, she’d arrived in class with no idea what to teach the first years. She couldn’t let that happen again if she didn’t want to get fired before she was done transcribing the circle.

She closed her eyes a moment and rubbed her temples. For a blissful moment, she thought all the students had left. Then, a voice resounded from the edge of her desk:

“If you have a headache, I know a good potion to get rid of it. Miss Kale taught it to us in second year.”

Agatha groaned and opened her eyes. Not for the first time, Billy was standing at the edge of her desk. He liked to asked questions, sometimes questions that didn’t even have anything to do with the lecture. His over-eagerness annoyed her.

“What incredibly out of left-field question are you going to ask me today, Billy? Let’s see… You’ve already asked me about banshees, sirens, about enchanted guitars, about cursed records, and about the role of bells in ritual casting in the 17th century.”

“And I appreciate your expertise,” he replied, then glanced around him, as if to check that the room was empty. He leaned a little closer. “But that’s not why I came to talk to you today. I’ve seen you at the old hideout at night and I don’t know what you’re doing there but I’d love to help.”

She sighed and stood up, yanking her coat from the back of the chair.

“Do you think Miss Calderu would like to know that you’ve been spying on another teacher in the woods at night?”

“I’m not spying-” he began, but she shut him down with a look because they both knew he was lying. “You could take me on as your assistant. Teachers do it all the time with seniors.”

“Oh, so you’re planning on taking song magic for your final project?”

“Nobody takes song magic anymore. Ma’am,” he added swiftly when he realized that he had insulted her. “But I can still be useful, if you would just give me a chance.”

FULL STORY HERE

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

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

Miracle Force Baby - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted a new surprised one-shot inspired by the third episode of Acolyte. The demand was really big on Twitter and honestly the idea had me racing to my keyboard. Here is the begining and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end.

Sabine stumbled back into bed, wishing for death. Despite having puked whatever bile was in her stomach before even taking her breakfast, she still felt nauseous. She had been feeling terrible for a couple of weeks now, on and off, and while it had been easy to ignore at first, whatever sickness she had caught had been building ever since. She curled up under the blanket. She didn’t have a fever, but light cramps twisted her abdomen, and laying down in a fetal position helped.

She felt the bed dip beside her and turned around. Shin had been making breakfast for them. It was early. They were supposed to go on a mission. Shin brushed a strand of pink hair away from Sabine’s forehead.

“It’s back again?”

Sabine nodded.

“I can call the others, tell them we have to sit this one out.”

Sabine shook her head.

“You go. Help Ezra and Ahsoka. Maybe it’ll be like last time and it’ll have passed before we have to leave.”

Shin pursed her lips.

“Maybe you should take the day off this time? Actually go see a doctor?”

“It’s just a stomach bug, don’t worry about it.”

Shin looked skeptical, but after brushing Sabine’s short hair again, she returned to the kitchen. Sabine remained curled on her side, trying to figure out what had happened in the past few weeks which might be causing her sickness. She couldn’t think of anything. They had all been very busy putting out remnants of the Empire wherever they could find them. And anyway, wherever she went so had Shin. If it had anything to do with a planet they had visited, then Shin should have been sick too.

Sabine rubbed at her stomach where the muscles were cramping. She closed her eyes and focused on herself, feeling her body within the Force. Something had changed, she could feel it. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like the Force was at its strongest in her stomach, like there was a knot there. What kind of Force sensitive parasite had she caught?

She lost track of time, dozing off until she felt the bed dip once more. Cracking her eyes, she found Shin looking at her with concern. No one would believe it – and Shin didn’t want anyone to know – but she was caring to fault when she loved someone. If Sabine asked her to stay, she would cancel the mission and cuddle with her in bed until Sabine felt better without a word of protest.

“Are you feeling better?”

“A little.”

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

The biggest compliment ever is when someone sees your creative work and says that they’re now inspired to go out and create something, too

Where on Earth have I been?

(Not that I think anyone really cares, but I’ve been seeing a lot of new subscribers lately and I felt bad for not having posted anything in a while)

I have been extremely busy. First with college, and work on my thesis that was much longer than it should have been (me, writing too much? Shocker, I know) but the teachers agreed it was necessary so everything turned out pretty great. And then I just spent the past two months finally, finally writing a novel! All 105.134 words of it! It may lead to nothing, it may not even see the bottom of an agent’s trashcan or whatever but I’m still pretty proud.

That being said, I cannot confirm when I’ll be back with new fanfictions. I can’t even confirm which ships I’ll be writing about. Only that I need a little break and that I’ll be back to school mid-September which might give me plenty of opportunity to pass the time writing fanfictions!

Have a nice weekend everyone and hopefully see you soon with a new story!