I Hope Beatrice Is The One Who Goes Into The Other World To Rescue Ava In Season 3, It Would Make A Nice

Netflix: So…you’re making a horror show, right? This is gonna terrify the shit out of people. Right?

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!

Netflix: Okay, but is it going to be scary–

Mike Flanagan: Lesbians!!!! 💕💘💖

Flower shop lesbians!

Horror lesbians!

Punk lesbians!

Pastel lesbians!

Gonna stab you to death with a poker lesbians!

Punk gf stopping her pastel gf from committing accidental murder lesbians!

I just saw the ghost of my dead ex while trying to make out with you and now it’s super awkward lesbians!

Crime solving lesbians!

Accepting that your gf will eventually succumb to the swamp lady living inside her and loving her anyway lesbians!

Domestic lesbians!

Vermont civil union lesbians!

Everlasting love lesbians!

Bittersweet ending lesbians!

Carla Gugino!

Netflix: Okay, but other than the lesbians, is there gonna be anything–

Mike Flanagan:

This!

She!!!

THEY!!!

Bebezz!!

Netflix: ……

Mike Flanagan: …But yes, also there will be ghosts.

Netflix: *heavy sigh*

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)?

(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.”

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

I Would Do It Again (If I Could Hold You for a Minute) - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Here is my new multi-chapter fic! It is finally here! It is a Time Travel AU where Shin goes back in time to the start of season 1. Here is the begining and if you want to read the whole first chapter the link will be at the end!

“The spell is still active…”

“It has to be me…”

“See you on the other side, Wolf girl.”

Shin came to in an elevator. The sound of the levels counted up above her. She knew those pristine walls and little buttons. Looking down at her, she was in her old armor, the leather gloves hard against her hands. She could feel the hood of her cape above her head. Her lightsaber was in her hand. She took a deep breath and glanced up at the floor indicator. She was almost at the bridge.

The plan was seared into her mind, but she’d hoped the spell would have brought her back later, when it would have been easier to access Sabine. Right now, she would have to improvise. She clenched the lightsaber in her hand. Her only idea was dangerous, but if Sabine had taught her anything, good plans usually were.

The elevator opened. Three officers fired at her. Sabine turned on her lightsaber and deflected the shots. They seared the ground in front of her. With one hand, she pulled the weapons out of the officers’ hands. They held their breath, waiting to see what her next move would be. Shin turned off her lightsaber and slowly raised her hands above her head. The officers looked at her with deep frowns.

“My name is Shin Hati. I was sent up here by my master to make sure you couldn’t send a distress call to Home One. Do it.”

The lieutenant left in charge of the captain’s chair hesitated. Then, she grabbed her blaster and aimed it at Shin.

“What kind of trap is this?”

“Not a trap. Only the Fate of the Galaxy is at stake. Send the distress call. When they arrive, I want to speak with General Syndulla.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53969356/chapters/136614448

Wolfwren 2024 summer fanfiction schedule!

Hello everyone! It is that time of the year again where I have accumulated so many unposted fanfictions that I can make a schedule. If any of these stories sound interesting to you then be sure to tune in when I start posting!

Notes: Chapters are posted on every Wednesday and Saturday unless stated otherwise. Titles are temporary and meant to be descriptive of the stories and will be changed to something more appropriate in due time.

Tuesday 4th June: "In this short Life that only lasts an hour, how much - how little - is within our power" Final Chapter

Thursday 6th June: E-rated one-shot ;)

Saturday 8th June: Cooking AU (5 chapters)

Wednesday 26th June: Clone Experiment 2208 (8 chapters)

Wednesday 24th July: Cowboy AU (6 chapters)

Wednesday 14th August: Failed Inquisitor Shin (4 chapters? Still in writing process)

I wish you all a great summer and I hope to see you on AO3!

"Sorry for not keeping in touch. I have literally nothing to say."

-caleb

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.

The Valentine’s Day Gift

Ava doesn’t have a family photo album. If she ever had one, it was destroyed in the car crash, like her childhood. Sometimes, she imagines that she could find it again, tugged into a cardboard box in some storage space in Portugal, where their landlord might have kept the things they left behind, hoping that they would return to claim them one day. But she doesn’t keep that hope alive. Most likely she will never see what her life was before that fatal crash, and she’s made her peace with it.

Beatrice doesn’t think she has a family photo album. Her parents weren’t the kind of people who bothered to take pictures on whatever business trip passed for a family holiday. She knows they have some pictures, class photos and tournament pictures taken by her coachs, but none was given to her when she joined the OCS. Part of her wishes she had one, she tells Ava one evening, and Ava jokes that she must have been a cute kid and makes her feel better about it, but deep down, it doesn’t quite fill the hole.

For Valentine’s Day, Ava presents Beatrice with a large package, tenderly and clumsily wrapped.

“I thought we said no gift,” Beatrice berates her, even as her own is hidden in the drawer of her bedside table.

“Yeah, yeah, just open it.”

So Beatrice does. Inside the cardboard box, she finds a beautiful, black leather-bound photo album. The word “family” is hetched in golden letters on the cover. It’s not empty either. Flipping inside, Beatrice finds pictures dating back to when she joined the OCS. It’s her, and Lilith, and Mary, and Shannon, and later, Camila. After that are pictures she has never seen, pictures she assumes Ava must have taken on their last trip to the Cat’s Craddle. Pictures of Yasmine agonizing after training, and Camila teaching the new recruits, and Mother Superion feeding the stray cats in the garden. Then, it’s pictures of the two of them in Switzerland, during their two months in hiding. Their time training, decorating their apartment, going grocery shopping and working at the bar. The most mondain of activities which had been so new to Ava back then.

Finally, a third of the way through the album, she finds pictures of them now, traveling, living, loving. There’s still many pages to fill, and Beatrice can’t help but contemplate the blank pages taking up most of the photo album, waiting for their own pictures.

“I know it won’t replace the childhood memories we lost,” Ava says, “but I thought we should have one.”

Beatrice is close to tears and her heart has never been filled with more love. The photo album is kept in a proeminent place in their living room. Soon, Beatrice adds a little 1 on the first page, and buys another. It is the second of many more to come.

let it be known i am a marisha ray stan first and human second