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The Perfect Christmas Gift - An Avatrice fanfiction

Hey everyone! Merry Christmas! As a gift to this beautiful fandom I wrote this very fluffy fanction. Here’s an extract and if you’re interested, you can follow the link at the end for the full story!

The market was so crowded Ava could barely see what each little wooden house had to offer. She could smell the mulled wine and waffles and gingerbread every time they came close to a food stand, but otherwise she couldn't tell those who sold jewelry from those who sold paintings. Thankfully, she had taken Mary and Lilith with her. They were tall enough to see the stalls and had no problem pushing people aside to help Ava through.

“Look, this one is pretty,” Mary said, pointing to one of the paintings hung inside the cabin. “She could hang it in her office.”

Ava hummed as she thought.

“I'm not sure...”

Beside them, Lilith rolled her eyes.

“Shall we put it on the list then? With the dozen other ideas you're not sure on?”

Mary clicked her tongue and slapped her arm.

“Be nice.”

“If Ava wanted me to be nice, she wouldn't have brought me out here when there's a crowd and I'm freezing without even buying me alcohol. Ava brought me to be honest and push people aside.”

She turned to Ava.

“Beatrice doesn't need a painting for Christmas. She doesn't need a new fountain pen or a cute frog kettle.”

Ava whined.

“But I don't know what she needs.”

“You're her girlfriend. That is literally your job.”

Mary glared at Lilith, wrapping her arm around Ava's shoulders to pull her away.

“Don't listen to her. Beatrice doesn't need anything because she's happy, and that's all your doing. It doesn't matter what you get her for Christmas, she will like it.”

“No, this has to be perfect. It's our first Christmas together, just the two of us. I will never be able to rival the kind of gifts her parents gave her.”

Mary shook her gently as if it would bring her bubbly disposition back.

“And you don't have to. Her parents were just trying to buy her forgiveness. You have nothing to worry about. Whatever you get her, I promise you, she will be pleased.”

“Oh look,” Lilith said, prompting Ava to stop and turn, and Mary to follow her.

She was pointing toward a small stall stuck between a wooden cabin and reindeers made out of light. It was protected from the cold only by a plastic roof on metal legs. Two large cages had been set up at the front, and puppies were playing inside. The shelter workers stood around them, chatting up the parents of children who had also spotted the puppies.

It wasn't long before Ava had pushed through the crowd and stopped in front of the puppy pens, her hand reaching out and retracting in hesitation. One of the puppy reached up and licked her hand and she giggled. Mary and Lilith caught up a moment later, just as Ava had began to pet a chubby white puppy.

“Beatrice would hate me if I brought one home,” she said with disappointment.

“Who doesn't like a surprised puppy?” Lilith replied, her voice dripping with irony.

“I hate to agree with Lilith, but for once she's right. I don't think Beatrice would appreciate if you came back with a puppy.”

Ava pouted, but stood out of her crouch with a sigh of resignation.

“Back to searching, I guess.”

Link to the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43832500

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

I Can See the Force - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have just posted a new one-shot in which Shin gets really drunk and Sabine and Ezra have to guide her back to the shuttle... Not that she's cooperating much! Here is the beginning and if you want to real the whole story the link will be at the end!

After a successful mission, it had become a tradition for Shin and Sabine to get a drink at the nearest bar they could find. This time, Ezra had been fighting with them, and so it was only logical to invite him along. They sat around a small table in the middle of the bar. A life band was playing in one corner, the music interrupted only by the shouts of some patrons or the sound of the hard balls bouncing off each other at the pool table.

Sabine kept glancing at the wall, where a dartboard hung. Shin had noticed her wife’s shifting attention. She knew the longer Sabine was mulling the thought over, the harder she wanted to issue a challenge. The question was, would she challenge Shin or Ezra? When Sabine finished her beer and finally spoke up about it, she tried to make the challenge sound casual:

“Anyone interested in a little game of darts?”

Shin and Ezra exchanged a look. Since neither of them replied, Sabine frowned.

“What?”

“How much?” Ezra asked.

“How much what?”

“How much are we betting? What’s at stakes?”

Sabine crossed her arms.

“We don’t have to bet anything. I was just offering a friendly game.”

Shin shook her head.

“We both know there is no such thing as a friendly game of anything with you.”

Sabine gasped.

“Fine. No darts.”

Ezra sighed. From his pocket, he pulled out a silver ingot of credits and placed it on the table.

“I bet I can hit dead center for all six shots,” he said.

Sabine chuckled.

“You’re so on.”

She tried to reach for the credit but Ezra slid it off the table and stood up. Sabine followed him to the dart board. Shin finished her drink before standing up. Foreseeing that they would be at the bar for another hour, at least, she told them:

“I’m gonna get us more drinks.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54427219

Mando'a Lesson - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the sequel to my halloween High School AU that a lot of you enjoyed! You will find the beginning of the story below but if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end!

Shin unlocked her front door like a thief. She passed her head through and listened to the quiet home, waiting for Baylan’s calm strong voice to ask her if she was back from school. But he never spoke, because he wasn’t home yet. She had chosen this day specifically because Baylan worked later than usual. Once she was sure of it, she let Sabine in and locked the door behind them.

“This way,” she told her as she hurried up the stairs without giving Sabine a moment to look around the entrance hall or the living room.

Upstairs, she snuck Sabine into her bedroom. Her girlfriend paused on the threshold, taking in the room. The walls were that most neutral shade of gray. Shelves heavy with trophies hung on the walls, leaving little to no space for posters. A single one hung over her desk, an ad for a fight between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Maul. The room was clean without so much as a straight piece of clothing on the floor. Sabine took off her orange leather jacket, sat on the desk chair and pivoted it to face the room.

“I could help you repaint your room, if you’d like.”

Shin rolled her eyes and sat at the foot of her bed. She set her school backpack beside her and opened it.

“Help me pass Mando’a first, we can talk about repainting my room later.”

She pulled out her notebook and flipped through it. Her brain was completely phobic to Mando’a. She had been studying it for years at school, yet she could barely remember the minimum. And she had put it off for so long, focusing on her strongest subjects and her competitions that, now that she was actually likely to fail, the private lesson was an emergency. Lucky for her, her new girlfriend was fluent in Mando’a.

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51351385

In a world that wants to shove advertisements in our face every second of every day, do you realize how significant it is that AO3 doesn’t host ANY ads? They make NO revenue from the traffic they receive or from users in any way.

You might not even realize how exhausting it is to be bombarded with advertising all the time. Just look at FFN. You can’t read anything on the mobile version of the site without having to scroll past huge adds in the middle of a fic or between reviews. You can’t watch a YouTube video without encountering ads at the beginning of the video, the middle of the video, and/or the end of the video. With influencer culture, most YouTube videos are advertisements.

But AO3 is an ad-free space created by fans for fans. They ask for donations to keep running and to pay for lawyers (to protect our right to produce fannish works), what, twice a year? And no one profits off that money. Because AO3 is part of a non-profit organization….

Anway, I’m still baffled by the people out there who think AO3 is an evil organization out to scam people.

The purity wank stuff is another matter altogether.

Say I decided to post the next chapter of Here I Am, Next to You (You Pull at my Seams) on Wednesday instead of waiting until Saturday:

You know that when Ava and Beatrice get married they're asking Mother Superion to officiate. Like I know priests are the only ones who can officiate weddings in the Catholic faith, but by then they will have probably kill God/Reya so rules are not that important

Valkyrie’s Flerken Hunt (Carol/Valkyrie fanfic)

A/N: Here’s an extract of my new fanfic, a Carol/Valkyrie story with tons of cute baby flerkens thrown into the mix! The link to the full story will be at the end.

Valkyrie returned home in the early afternoon. The days in Norway were weird, as the sun dipped over the horizon far earlier than it should during most of the year. It drastically cut most days short, and if you add to that the possibility of snow, not everyone was able to work full days, and even she wasn't fully used to the strange cycles. Plus it was very cold, and for someone who'd spent the past few centuries on a temperate and warm planet like Sakaar, New Asgard could quickly turn into a nightmare.

The first thing she did as she returned home was light the fireplace once again. Radiators were not enough to warm her small house. Plus, she liked to have the fire going, purely for the aesthetic of it. Of course, it was easier when Carol was there, and a single photon blast could light up the fire. But since Carol wasn't there, she had to use matches. She pulled Goose's basket out of the way. Goose was still curled up in it. She looked up to glare at Valkyrie when the Asgardian moved her basket. Valkyrie then pushed the metal grid protecting the fireplace away and stacked up logs of all sizes in it before cracking a match. She set it back in place once the fire started, as she knew full well Carol would kill her if any of her precious little kittens played too close to the flames.

Behind her, Goose stood up and stretched. Then, she left her basket to go to the kitchen, probably expecting her owner's girlfriend to feed her. Valkyrie laughed at the flerken's behavior.

"Nope, no food for you until Carol gets home."

As she stood up, she realized the Goose's basket was completely empty. She frowned and looked around the living room. No sign of the kittens.

"Goose where are your babies?" she asked as if the flerken would give her an answer.

She glanced at Goose who didn't even seem to care. Goose wanted food, everything else was secondary. Valkyrie shook her head, realizing she'd started to take Carol's strange habit of talking to her cat like it would respond. She leaned back down and looked under the couch, and the armchair, and the shelf, and the wardrobe. Nothing. She went to the kitchen and looked in every drawer and cupboard until she realized how ridiculous the idea was. She looked under her bed and found a pair of forgotten socks, but no flerken.

The panic which had been growing in her chest seemed to implode when she noticed the chair against the wall in the living room and the open window above it. She must have left it ajar when she left this morning, and she knew for a fact the kittens had become big enough to jump on the chair, and probably jump out the window too.

She rushed outside without even stopping to grab her gloves, scarf and woolen hat. This window led to the pile of firewood, which could have not only cushioned their fall but allow them to walk to the ground and adventure outside easily. Valkyrie hurriedly looked behind the stack, then picked up a few logs to look under. She couldn't hear meowing, and couldn't see anything remotely resembling a cat or a flerken for that matter. She placed the wood back on its pile and looked around. The kitten could have literally gone anywhere. Her house was one of the last ones up the hill, with the main street leading straight to the harbor. They could have run down and go to town. Or they could have gone up the hill, where only her stables and a few other houses remained. And then, the cold plains of Norway.

She shivered as a chilled gust of wind passed over the city. She finally realized that she had gone out completely unprepared. Also, she'd just lost five flerken kittens, and Carol would kill her as soon as she returned.

Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19174591

A Big Mandalorian Wedding - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! The long awaited sequel to "I Can Wait For You at the Bottom" is up and as the title implies, it is a wedding :) Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Sabine had sat in front of the mirror, back ramrod straight, for what felt like hours. Her wedding suit wasn’t the most comfortable suit she’d ever worn, but her mother had insisted on something regal, worthy of this wedding of the century. It was a bit too gray for her taste, though the gold pattern on the satin mostly made up for it. She’d been allowed to paint the only beskar on her, her pauldrons, however she’d liked. One was orange and green in a checkered pattern. The other was dark red, with a circular centipede curling up on itself.

Handmaids fluttered around her like a bunch of butterflies. They had done her make up, though she’d had to rein them in to a dark eyeshadow and pale lipstick, or else they might have gone all out and made her look like a clown. They had brushed her short hair and pinned a crown of silver with flowers knotted into the metal. Now that she was ready, they still lingered around her, as if afraid that all their hard work would melt off her and they would have only a few minutes to start again.

Sabine glanced at the clock in the corner of the Palace room. She wanted to slouch but her suit wouldn’t allow it. Half an hour left before she could make her way to the temple. She wanted to see Shin, wanted to know what she was wearing, how she was feeling, just see her. They’d barely had the chance to see each other when the Mandalorian delegation had arrived to Coruscant for the wedding. Sabine had been almost immediately spirited away to her own wing of the Palace. Her mother kept telling her that it was for good luck, but she didn’t believe a bit of it. She thought her mother and King Baylan were afraid that if they saw each other they would elope, wasting hundreds of thousands of credits on this wedding of the century.

A knock came at the door and Sabine sighed with relief, thinking that her time in handmaid’s jail was over.

“Come in.”

When the door open, her father stepped inside. He was wearing a suit similar to hers; the Clan Wren colors. His silver crown of Prince Consort was embedded with yellow diamonds. For his touch of color, he had painted his own pocket square, a spectrum of colors folded neatly.

“Wow…” he said as he saw her. “You look beautiful.”

He leaned over her, hands on her shoulders as he placed a kiss on the crown of her head. Sabine smiled.

“Thanks, dad. Where’s mom? Are we ready to go?”

“Your mom is dealing with some last-minute problem. She’ll be here shortly.”

A small frown appeared on Sabine’s forehead.

“Problem? What problem?”

Big Iron - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapter story, this time it's a cowboy AU! Here is the beginning, and if you want to read the whole first chapter, the link will be at the end!

Sabine wiggled in her saddle as she struggled to find a comfortable position. She had been cleared by the doctor back in Lothal but that didn’t mean that she didn’t feel any pain anymore. The knife wound in her abdomen flared up every so often, especially after a long day on horseback. That was also why she rode behind Bo-Katan, so her partner didn’t notice that she was uncomfortable. And anyway, they were almost at Nevarro.

The city’s entrance was marked by a rectangular arch. In the letter Bo-Katan had received, they had been instructed to cross the town then follow the road into the mountains. Sabine didn’t know what to expect out of Nevarro. The town seemed animated enough, with people going about their business on either side of their horses. She spotted a group of children rushing out of the school. She heard the sharp ringing of a hammer falling on metal coming from the direction of the blacksmith. Jolly music echoed out of the bar. It seemed a typical mountain town, with ranches spread out all around it.

A notice board by the sheriff’s office caught Sabine’s attention. She recognized most of the wanted posters on there. Once upon a time, she would have gone hunting for one. But since the accident – Bo called it an accident; Sabine thought it was just the risk that came with the job – they hadn’t taken a single job. Right there in the middle was the wanted poster for the White Wolf. She had been this close to getting them too, she thought bitterly as her horse walked on by.

They left the town and Bo took a right, up into the mountains. They trotted past fences. Wine seemed to be a prominent Nevarro business, if all the vines were anything to go by. Each vine had been grown in the same T shape, all side by side, so they looked like rows of dancers holding hands.

Sabine and Bo climbed higher still, until they reached a plateau, the entrance of which was marked by an arch. Mudhorn Range was written on top. The ranch was made up of large pastures for the horses, a stable some ways away from the main house, which sat in the center, at the end of the dirt road. Beside it was the barracks for the stable hands.

They approached the main house. It was one-story, rather small for a ranch home, with a porch shadowing the front door. A little pond sat near it. When the two bounty hunters arrived, a little boy stepped away from the pond. His face was shadowed by a hat so big it looked like he had huge pointed ears. He was holding a little frog he had probably found in the pond, as the amphibian struggled to jump out of his grasp.

Bo-Katan climbed off her horse and turned to the boy.

“Your father’s here?” she asked.

“Da,” the boy yelled.