The Ice Witch Stole The Ruby - A RubyxChristina Fanfiction

Worth It (Carol/Maria fanfiction)

A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new story Worth It, a Carol/Maria story taking place before the Captain Marvel movie with a focus on Carol trying to be the best mom she can be :) Link to the full story at the end of the post!

The familiar sound of a car engine stopping in front of the house pulled Carol out of the show she was watching. She stood up and stretched. Her old Star Wars shirt was pulled up in the motion, and she tugged it back in place before making her way to the door. She was expecting to find a happy four-year-old on the other side, with her usual bright smile. The thought alone made Carol smile in turn, and so she opened the door eagerly.

"Hey! How was shopping? Did you..."

Her voice died down when Monica walked in with a pout. Maria was still rummaging through her car's trunk, trying to pick up the grocery bags all at once.

"We didn't find it," Monica grumbled.

Carol's smile faded, and while Monica walked past her and toward her bedroom to sulk, the blonde walked out to help Maria with the groceries.

"It didn't go as planned, I take it."

Maria sighed.

"They didn't have it and Monica didn't want anything else."

"She's just being stubborn," Carol offered as she picked up as many bags as her arms could carry. "I'm sure she'll come around."

"Yeah, I wonder who she takes after..." Maria said as she closed the trunk with her now free hand.

Carol rolled her eyes.

"You, obviously."

"Funny, that's not what I was going to say."

The couple brought the paper bags to the kitchen, dropping everything on every available surface. Carol started emptying hers and putting everything in the fridge while Maria went to take off her jacket and shoes. Carol had crumbled the empty bag into a ball when Maria joined her in the kitchen.

"Did you call your mother?" she asked almost immediately.

Carol froze for a second before pretending that she hadn't heard anything, hoping Maria would let it slide. Maria, of course, instantly noticed that Carol was avoiding her question.

"Carol?"

"Hm?"

"Did you call your mother to ask if she still had your old costume?"

Carol shrugged.

"Oh, she probably has it somewhere in the attic. My mom never threw away anything that belonged to me or my brother."

Maria closed the cupboard and turned around, her piercing dark eyes falling instantly on Carol.

"So what you're telling me is you didn't call her."

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19404397

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

Someone: *mentions Captain Marvel*

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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

(Don't Take) These Beautiful Things that I've Got - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to the beginning of my new fanfiction! This one is a kid fic with a side of unexpressed feelings and a serious situationship. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole first chapter, the link will be at the end!

A circular white room had eight small rooms around three fourth of its circumference. Three circular tables, children sized, occupied the middle of the room. One stormtrooper was already down. The other was firing toward one of the rooms, his blaster set to stun. Without wasting a second, Sabine shot the stormtrooper down. Quiet returned to the experiment room. Sabine assumed the two troopers had been for her, but whatever was hiding in one of the rooms had taken this as an opportunity to rebel.

“CE-2208, what have you done?” the scientist called.

Sabine pushed her forward, toward the only occupied room. All the rooms were plunged in the dark, so she couldn’t see what was hiding there. A blaster shot rang out toward her. She felt it a second early and deflected it with her vambrace. Reaching out, she Force pulled the blaster out of CE-2208’s hands. She saw a pair of small, children’s hands in the light, fighting to hold onto the stolen blaster. Sabine frowned.

“Hey, I’m not here to hurt you, okay? I want to help.”

“Don’t make her come closer,” a girl’s voice replied.

“Alright.”

She pushed the scientist to the ground roughly. Then, she raised her hands as she approached the child.

“My name’s Sabine. What’s your name?”

“CE-2208.”

“You don’t have a real name?”

“What do you mean?”

Sabine stopped at the edge of the room – a cell, really. A cot without sheets or pillows, or even a plush. She could see CE-2208’s arm peaking in the doorway as she hid in the corner.

“You can come out. I won’t hurt, I promise.”

After a second, the girl stepped into the light. No older than eight. Dark brown hair down to her shoulders. Soft green eyes, almost blue in the artificial light. She looked at Sabine with hesitation. Sabine felt like she had been struck by lightning. The shape of the eyes. The cheekbones. The nose. It was her. But it also wasn’t her. The shape of the face. The jaw. The chin. The anger.

“What are you?” the girl asked as she looked at Sabine’s helmet.

Sabine snapped out of her shock. She whirled away from the girl like a storm and rushed to the scientist. She grabbed her by the collar of her jacket.

“What did you do?”

She shook her hard. Her anger was only held back by panic.

“My job.”

Soulmates are for Suckers - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone to day 2 of @wolfwrenweek My mouse is giving up on me but I never give up! This new story is a soulmate AU that I hope you will all enjoy! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the rest of the story the link will be at the end!

Sabine should have been used to bounty hunters by now. Between the ones sent by Thrawn and the ones who just happened to see the bounty notes, the crew of the Ghost was liable to be followed anywhere they went. But this one felt different.

She rushed down the city street, certain that the bounty hunter was still hot on her tail. The Ghost had been hiding behind the planet’s moon, and she knew that Hera was already sweeping down to collect her. All Sabine had to do was get on board before the bounty hunter caught her. Easy-peasy.

A blaster bolt echoed down the dark street and bounced off the back of her armor. Its strength unsettled her and she stumbled, then righted herself and sprinted away. Maybe not so easy. The hunter was on the rooftops to her left, keeping up with her. She hadn’t had a good look at them, not in the darkened streets. It was ironic, since she had been the one who had destroyed their power plant to free the workers from the Empire’s work camp. Ezra and Zeb would be there now, helping them escape. Hera would pick them up after.

Another bolt missed her by an inch. Sabine was tired of this pesky bounty hunter. She whirled around and pulled out her blasters to retaliate. It was a bad idea, and exactly what the hunter had been waiting for her to do. Before she could squeeze the trigger, the blasters flew out of her hands and clattered onto the wet pavement. The hunter jumped from the roof and, without rope or jetpack, slowed their descend to land near her.

Sabine frowned. It couldn’t be. Was this an Inquisitor, and not a bounty hunter as Sabine had thought? She had her answer when the hunter removed their big flowing robe and drew a lightsaber. Orange light flooded the street. Sabine had never seen a lightsaber this color before. She was also shocked to discover that the hunter after her was a teenage too, a blonde with a padawan braid and smudgy eyeshadow.

“Going somewhere, Mandalorian?”

Freezing dread made Sabine shiver all over. Oh no. If the fact that she was being pursued by a lightsaber-wielding Force user was bad enough, she’d just had to say those words, the words which had been stamped on Sabine’s side since she was born.

Hollowness, or The Beginning and the End of the Ship of Dreams - a RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I was so busy this morning I almost forgot to post an extract from my new story! It’s a Ruby/Christina Titanic AU. The link to the full story will be at the end!

They called it the ship of dreams, and Christina certainly hoped it would be. She had packed carefully for this trip. She'd taken all of her favorite dresses, her favorite books, all of her most expensive jewels. This was a one-way trip, she knew. The family company needed her father back in Boston, and Christina had a feeling this hurried return home was prompted by something else, something she wouldn't like.

They drove silently to the harbor, another car containing their many trunks following closely behind. Christina kept her eyes on the streets outside. They'd left London for Southampton in the early hours of the morning. Despite the car's plushy seats, it had been a very uncomfortable trip. Her father sat opposite her, reading the newspaper the whole time. Christina was glad she hadn't had to stare at her father's severe expression, but rather to a picture of the Titanic, so long it took half of the front page.

The silver car slowed down when they reached the harbor. They were not the only ones boarding the ship with a car or two or five. A massive crowd had amassed on the wharf, either to see the passengers off or simply to see the boat for itself.

Samuel Braithwhite folded his newspaper and placed it with unnecessary violence on the seat beside him.

"Why have we stopped?" he asked loudly.

The driver took a second to reply.

"I'm sorry, sir, but a few people are embarking ahead of us."

The blond man checked his pocket watch, although he seemed to be glaring at the hands, daring them to move forward.

"If we miss our boat I will sue," he said as he pocketed the watch back.

Christina wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn't. It would do her no good if her father noticed it. Instead, she remained perfectly still, her back straight against the cushioned backrest. She had her back to the sea, and could only see the crowd through the window. They certainly seemed excited, she thought.

"You would think they would have better planned their ship's departure, especially a big eventful departure such as this one," her father continued to complain. "I suppose that's to be expected from a company like White Star."

Christina wanted to ask why her father had chosen to travel on this ship if he didn't like the company, but she held her tongue. Soon enough, the vehicle moved forward, until it stopped again. The driver spoke with someone outside, giving the name of his passengers, then cleared his throat and said:

"Sir, you must step out."

"If I must..."

Samuel opened the car door and walked out. Christina could hear him speaking with an employee from the company.

"Good morning, sir. If you wouldn't mind following mister Johnson, he will lead you aboard. All of your belongings will be brought along."

Christina decided this was as good a time as any to make an appearance. She suspected her father was capable of forgetting her in the car. Not capable, willing. She stepped out. She was wearing a light blue dress, with white lace sleeves. Her blond hair was pinned into an intricate bun. She'd forgone a hat. An expensive pearl and silver necklace was around her neck. She shut the carriage door behind her and turned around. The boat loomed over the whole wharf. Christina couldn't see the end of it. Black paint gave way to gold then white. The hull seemed punctured by hundreds of windows. She could barely see the funnels on top of it, though she could see the smoke rising from them, joining the clouds in the sky.

"This way, sir, miss," the young crew member said.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28086117/chapters/68812152

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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)?

Gordian Knot - A RubyxChristina fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! I just partook in another prompt challenge, this time with the prompt "Person A notices that Person B hasn’t been wearing gloves, even in the drastically cold temperatures they’ve been experiencing. So Person A takes on the task of knitting them a new pair." Here’s an extract with the link to the full story at the end! Hope you like it!

It would be cruel to go outside. The streets are packed with a foot of snow that won't melt away. The air is cold, so crisp it hurts any expose skin. When the wind picks up, it grazes past you like an arrow, scraping through clothes and leaving a permanent chill through your bones. As days go by and the weather keeps worsening, Christina is pushing for Ruby to quit her job, because it's too cold to go out, and they should just stay in bed until spring. Still, Ruby manages to drag her out, one Sunday, to go ice skating in the park with Leti and George.

Christina is bundled up in her coat and seven-year-old George is making fun of her for it, but she doesn't care. Her scarf is up to her nose, her hat down to her eyes, and her gloved hands stuffed in her pockets. George is wearing his father's old blades as he glides quickly over the pond amidst other children. Leti is standing by the snowy shores taking pictures. Ruby and Christina have found a wooden bench as cold as a block of ice, but it's better than remaining standing with snow up to their knees.

From the pond, George is waving at them wildly. He's trying to skate backward, which his mom is none too pleased about. He falls backward and slides on the thick ice for a bit.

"I'm okay!" he shouts before Leti can come to help him.

With a hop, he's back on his feet and off to try again. Christina looks back at Ruby who is rubbing her hands together and blowing on them. She frowns.

"Did you lose your gloves again?"

"I didn't lose them, I just forgot them. It's fine."

"Here, take mine," Christina says as she begins pulling her gloves off.

Icy air bites into her wrist and she shivers, but she ignores the pain and pulls them off further. Until Ruby stops her.

"Keep them, I'm fine."

Christina hesitates. She doesn't understand why Ruby always forgets her gloves at home. Christina keeps buying her gloves and they pile up around the house and never serve. At least she never forgets her scarf, even if it's not the one Christina gave her. It's the one Leti gave her for Christmas. It's not fancy, just a single strip of red yarn, but it serves its purpose.

"You're sure?" Christina asks, the glove still half-fitted on her hand.

"Yeah, it's fine. I never had gloves in winter when I was a kid and I still got all my fingers."

Christina secures the gloves back on her hand.

"Here."

She takes Ruby's hands in hers. They are so cold she can feel it through the leather of her gloves. She holds onto them a bit tighter and rubs the chilled skin, trying to bring some warmth back into them. Christina decides then that if Ruby doesn't want her gifted gloves, she would make her a pair, so she would be sure Ruby would wear them.

Full story here

me: I write for myself, not validation

also me after posting a fic *refreshes ao3 every five minutes*

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