Winter’s War And A Dream Of Spring (The 100/Game Of Thrones AU)

I Think We're Alone Now - a Caitvi fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I thought one Caitvi story would be enough to get them out of me but apparently, it wasn't. I might have to write more every so often. Anyway, this new one is a canon divergent story where Cait and Vi have to work together at a charity gala. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Caitlyn Kiramman had no idea what to expect when she returned to work after her mandated recovery period. She could imagine her mother had negotiate with the chief to have her chained to a desk for the next ten years. The thought made her nauseous and she was ready to plead her case when she pushed through the station’s doors that morning.

Walking past the reception desk where she gave a nod to the officers as a good morning, she stepped into the large office room, where desks sat neatly in rows. All the enforcers already present stopped what they were doing, whether it was chatting or pouring themselves a mug of coffee, to stare at her. The strap of Cait’s eyepatch seemed to constrict around her skull and her hand twitched as she fought the urge to touch it. She kept her head high and traversed the room to the staircase. Injury or not, she had been cleared for duty.

The first floor was the opposite of the ground floor, a narrow corridor with closed off rooms. Some were interrogation rooms, others small conference rooms. The chief’s office was at the end. As Cait approached, she heard loud voices coming from within. The door had a frosted glass window, and she could see the shape of someone pacing within. She paused in front of the chief’s secretary, who was wrapping a handful of letters into pneumotube capsules.

“The chief asked to see you as soon as you come in,” he said.

Caitlyn frowned. Whoever was inside was still ranting, a woman by the sound of her voice, though Cait didn’t recognize who.

“I don’t want to interrupt,” she replied.

The secretary shook his head.

“They’re waiting for you.”

Cait’s confusion only deepened. She hesitated for another second, then knocked at the door. The voice inside fell silent, and chief Grayson said:

“Come in.”

Caitlyn pushed the office door open and stepped inside. Grayson sat behind her desk, looking as unreadable as usual. The woman who had been talking wasn’t dressed like an enforcer, but wore a red jacket, standing near the chief’s desk as if she had been pacing. Cait thought she looked familiar but she couldn’t remember seeing her, and she would have remembered seeing her, as her bright pink hair looked like an explosion at the front that descended to her shoulder blades at the back, the left side shaved. Her powder blue eyes had snapped from Grayson to Caitlyn the moment she had entered, and the way her eyebrows furrowed told Cait that she was displeased. A faint tattoo stood out against the freckles on her cheek and a much bigger one was visible on her neck and disappeared beneath her jacket.

Both Grayson and the pink-haired woman looked at her expectantly, so Cait shut the door behind her, squared her shoulders and said:

“You wanted to see me, chief?”

The other enforcer exploded:

“Kiramman? That’s your genius idea?”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64673230/chapters/166143868

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Office Work - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the sequel to last week's one-shot, "Casual" that everyone was asking about! Here is the begining and if you'd like to read the rest, you will find the link at the end.

“You have an appointment at 10:30 tomorrow, so don’t be late.”

Sabine frowned. She tugged the phone against her ear using her shoulder then flipped through her schedule.

“Er… no, I have a flight at 9.”

“I reassigned it to someone else.”

Sabine’s frown only deepened. Shin had promised her that she would not use her position to mess with Sabine’s, even if it meant they couldn’t see each other all the time when Sabine was flying far away.

“Why?”

“You told me you had ideas you wanted to share with my father. So, I got you an appointment with him.”

Sabine’s eyes grew wide. While she had a few suggestions, at best, she didn’t think they were worth an appointment with her boss.

“Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

A pause. Then, Shin replied, with a slight confusion:

“You do have ideas, right?”

“I mean, yeah, a few.”

Shin sighed.

“Doesn’t really matter anyway.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s… well, he saw us at Bounty last week and he wanted to meet you. I told him you had some ideas to share but I’m sure it’s less about that and more about meeting you.”

Sabine pursed her lips. They had been dating for three months now, and while everything was going great, she hadn’t expected to meet Shin’s father – her boss – so soon.

“Is it going to be a problem?”

“No, no… I guess he’s just curious.”

That I Did Always Love - a Wolfwren one-shot

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is a little birthday surprise from me to you all (that's not how birthday works but I don't care). Here is the beginning and the link to the rest of the story is at the end :)

Shin paced the alley she was stationed in, muttering to herself:

“Dar'tome… Mhi solus Dar’tome…”

She paused both her mumbling and her pacing as she forced her brain to recall the next sentence.

“Mhi solus… no. Mhi… me’dinui…”

“Shin? What are you mumbling about?”

Sabine’s voice in her earpiece sent such panic in her bones that Shin froze completely.

“Nothing… Just counting the time…”

She hadn’t realized her comms had been on. She thought she would have a few minutes of calm to practice her Mando’a.

“It’s been a while since the target has gone inside,” she said quickly, hoping to divert the conversation away from her.

“I still have a visual on her,” Sabine confirmed. “I’ll let you know when she’s out.”

“Copy that.”

Quiet fell, and Shin hoped her girlfriend had turned off her comms again. However, after a long minute, Sabine said:

“Something’s troubling you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Force bond, remember? I can feel it. So, what is it?”

Shin bit her lower lip.

“Nothing. The mission is my priority. It always is.”

“Okay,” Sabine replied, though she sounded unconvinced.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52967668

Past and Present Song - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here comes the final story in the Wolf, the Wren and their Cub series! Here is the beginning and the link to the full first half of the story will be at the end!

It took six years to clear out the rubble of Sundari. Droids had to be rented from the New Republic to safely dismantle the taller buildings that loomed over the city, including what remained of the dome. The city was still regrowing, but Bo-Katan did not want to wait to clear out the ruins of the other cities. So, in the summer before she enrolled at Lothal’s Junior Academy of Arts and Sciences, Uschi volunteered to help clear out the ruins of Keldabe.

She hadn’t exactly volunteered. It was more like a requirement to finally be added to the Song. Sabine thought she was ready to receive her armor and taker her oath, but she also thought Uschi needed to spend more time around other Mandalorians. So, she was joining a group of kids also about to receive their armor for their summer program, which consisted of forging – or in her case reforging – their armor and clearing out what remained of Keldabe.

Uschi’s team had been dispatched in the city’s seventh quadrant, where the buildings had been ponded to the ground and nothing loomed above them, unlike in other parts of the city. They had been given shovels, but the bigger pieces usually required two or three of the pre-teens to work together. Delia, in her tall loader body, thrived here. She picked up the bigger pieces with ease and carried them to the truck as if they were made of foam.

“They should make Delia an honorary Mandalorian,” Lae said as the droid walked past her.

“Yeah, they should give her the armor instead of Uschi,” Eagis joked. “She’s been twiddling her thumbs over there.”

Uschi glared at him. She decided to teach him a little lesson. She reached out her hand and Force lifted five large pieces of ruble, including the one Eagis had been dragging on his own.

“Uschi,” Axe warned her.

Uschi lowered the rubble back to the ground. They had been agreed that she wouldn’t be using the Force, and would use her hands like everyone. Of course, she was still using the Force to carry the rubble with her hands, but no one needed to know that.

Peter: Ms. Carol Marvel, I have a question, ma'am.

Carol: Marvel isn't my last name, but go ahead, Peter.

Peter: Are you my mother figure or my lesbian aunt?

Carol:

Carol: Why not both?

Is It Casual Now? - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapter story, this one is a Firefighter AU. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!

When Old Jho pushed the glass back in front of her, Sabine took a sip then said:

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

The blonde’s attention turned to her. She had cold, piercing green eyes, almost blue in the dim bar. Her lips were set in a neutral line, as if she didn’t quite care to engage Sabine in conversation. Sabine added:

“New recruit?”

The blonde shrugged.

“Not really. Reassigned.”

“Bad captain or need for a change of scenery?”

“Neither. Don’t get used to seeing me around here anyway. It’s only a matter of time before I get reassigned again.”

The blonde picked up her drink and finished it. Sabine watched her with a slight frown. She assumed the blonde was a temp, shifted from station to station to fill in whenever someone had to take a leave.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your time on this side of the city.”

She raised her glass as a welcoming gesture, then took another sip. The blonde motioned for Old Jho to give her another drink. While they waited, Sabine thought she’d introduced herself.

“I’m Sabine.”

“Shin,” the blonde replied curtly.

“Are you alone tonight? No welcome crew from the station trying to show you a good time?”

Shin shrugged.

“What’s the point? Like I said, I’ll be gone in a few weeks.”

“You never try to make friends with people in your station?”

Shin shook her head.

“How about people from other stations?” Sabine asked in a low voice.

Shin must have gotten her meaning, as her eyes roamed down Sabine’s face, to her plaid shirt and jeans. Sabine smirked. When Shin’s eyes returned to her, she was smirking too. Sabine liked where this was going.

You Understand My Heart - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new canon divergence Star Wars story. This one is set in the first half of season 4 of Rebels. Today I have the prologue for you, but if you want to read more, the link will be at the end and the first chapter will be up on Saturday! Enjoy!

The ash was so thick it clogged Morgan’s eyes, coated her tongue and settled in her lungs. There was nothing left but the dead bodies of her sisters, left to rot on the mountainside. The little homes, dug into the orange stone, had all been ransacked. The elevators had been destroyed and Morgan had to climb the harsh cliff by hand. When she reached the top, Dathomir’s bright red sun was only a flicker choked in the smoke that still filled the air.

Despair was like a claw, buried deep in Morgan’s throat, tearing the breath out of her with each step she took through her village. She brushed back tears. Her search grew frantic as she upturned broken doors and cleared shattered jars, to find lifeless bodies, again and again. She couldn’t be the only one, she told herself. It was impossible. Someone else must have survived this massacre. She had to believe that someone else had, or she would crumble.

A muted whine snapped her out of her frenzy. It had come from one of the houses on the other side of the village. She rushed to it, jumping over a broken fence in her haste. When she stopped in front of the house, a torn curtain hung in her way. Morgan was breathing fast, not just from her sprint but also from anticipation. She stood by the curtain a moment and focused her hearing as she tried to confirm that the sound had come from inside. She heard nothing. She swallowed her bitterness, refusing to believe she had imagined it.

She brushed the curtain aside. Within, the house was as much a mess as any other. The table had been flipped to the side. Singed blaster marks burned the walls. It was quite dark, as every torch and even the oven had long since been snuffed out. Morgan conjured a green flame in her palm to bring some light into the small house.

“Is anyone here?” she called.

Movement to her left caught her attention. When her light illuminated the corner, she saw another girl, just a few years younger than her. Her pale face was stricken with tears. She curled up on herself at first, quite frightened, but as soon as she saw Morgan, saw her red clothes and the tattoo on her forehead, the teenager threw herself in her arms.

Morgan was stunned, at first, but after a second, she snuffed out the fire in her hand to return the embrace. She felt the girl sobbing against her shoulder. She wanted to cry too, but she had to be strong. She swallowed her tears and held the girl while she cried. Immense relief fell on Morgan like a meteor. Someone else had survived. Someone else had been spared.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63613936/chapters/163041553