That I Did Always Love - A Wolfwren One-shot

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

And the moment you've been waiting for, here are the prompts for the week!

Taking place from the 18th-25th of May, we're so excited to see what you all come up with ✨️

Birds of a Feather

Me: I should probably catch up to Campaign 1 before I start writing fanfiction, especially post-canon one... Also Me: *Writes Birds of a Feather*

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21510106

This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price (Who Is the Lamb and Who Is the Knife?) - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my first Agathario fanfiction! This is a canon divergence in which Rio and Agatha make a deal and so Nicky gets to live longer than in the show. Here is the beginning, and if you want the link to the full story it will be at the end! Enjoy!

The son of Death was never meant to live. Rio had tried to warn Agatha, but in her hubris, the witch had not listened. It was a sick twist of Fate that Agatha’s arrogance was also one of her most attractive qualities.

When Rio felt the pull to Nicky, it was like a kick in her stomach. She may not have carried the boy, but she had felt her growing connection to him. It was a strange tinge of familiarity – the call for Death, like a lighthouse in the dark – and foreign – nobody called Death quite like this little boy. She had always felt a connection to Agatha, and could pinpoint her anywhere on Earth, but since Nicky’s conception, that connection had been stronger than ever.

She found her love without difficulty. She was wearing nothing but her smock, and leaning against a tree as pain racked through her. Rio had witnessed so many births gone awry. She had taken away so many mothers wrenching with agony, face sweaty and legs slick with their own blood. She had taken away so many silent children, still warm and slippery from their mother’s wombs. But this was different.

As soon as Agatha saw her, her face changed from one anguish to another. All her pain was forgotten when she saw Rio come up to her, baring an orchid. Rio had felt deep distress at the thought of taking the boy away and leaving Agatha with nothing but her tears. An orchid was the least she could bring her, even if Agatha did not understand its meaning.

“No, no. It cannot be.”

Rio had so rarely felt guilt. She knew other people’s guilt, but hers was unknown to her. The look Agatha gave her brought out an explosion of guilt in her chest. Her lungs constricted so tightly that if she needed to breathe, she might not have been able to. She could barely look Agatha in the eye, but she had to. It was the least she could do for her.

“It must be.”

How many laws of Nature would they break together? Rio had stopped counting. Nicky might be the last straw, the one that tipped the scale so far that life and death lost all meaning. Nature itself could have never allowed it. The boy would never breathe, like so many before him, and so many after.

“You do this and I’ll hate you forever,” Agatha promised as she glared at her through unshed tears.

Her eyes softened as she begged:

“Please let him live. Please. Please, my love.”

Rio could not withstand the brunt of her tenderness. She had to look away, even for a second.

Wren Stronghold - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I come bearing another addition to my Ahsoka season 2 and beyond series on this final day of the year! This one is rated E and it is about Shin and Sabine cleaning up Wren Stronghold. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!

The ETA-class shuttle landed on the frosted landing pad, its heat roasting the ice which had settled years ago. The spaceship touched the ground roughly, as a patch of ice beneath its legs gave way, splintering with a crack under its weight. Sabine grimaced. She remembered clearing the ice of this very landing pad as punishment for some trouble she had caused. Now, it, like all of Wren stronghold, had been left for nature to do what it did best: take over.

“Should we unload?” Shin asked from the co-pilot seat.

Sabine considered their options. They had brought many supplies to fix up the stronghold, and a lot of food, as they had no idea how long the repair job would take. But most of all, Sabine feared the boiler might be dead and unfixable, in which case they wouldn’t last the night.

“Let’s check inside first.”

They walked through the cluttered body of the long ship, where all their supplies were packed, and Sabine opened the hatch. As the ramp unfurled, the cold wind of Krownest infiltrated the ship. Sabine had not felt it in years. A familiar shiver ran over her body. Shin had seldom felt cold like this. She bundled deeper into her fur-lined coat.

The ground was slippery on the landing pad, which was to be expected. Not a single ship had been left behind. The whole clan had gone to Mandalore to fight the Empire. All of Clan Wren’s ships had been destroyed with their owners, in that same night of carnage.

Sabine walked briskly to the door, feeling the emptiness keenly. Shin looked around. Sabine had told her about the stronghold being near a lake, but she had failed to mention the snowy mountain range surrounding them and the endless forest of pine that lounged on their slopes. If she wasn’t freezing, she might have taken in the view longer.

Sabine broke the ice over the door panel with the butt of her lightsaber. Once it flipped open, she saw the inside wasn’t damaged. She could thank her mother for her impeccable maintaining of the stronghold. She pushed the emergency lever down, and with a groan hungry for oil, it lowered and opened the door.

The inside of the stronghold was dark. Sabine pulled a flashlight from her pocket and turned it on. At a first glance, she couldn’t spot any ice within. She hummed.

“There might be hope yet.”

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52683877

Happy New Year :)

Here I Am, Next to You (You Pull at My Seams) - An Avatrice and MaryShannon fanfiction

Hey everyone! Here’s an extract from my new summer romance fic, featuring in equal measure Avatrice and MaryShannon! If you like what you read, the link to the full chapter will be at the end!

On the other side of the pool, Ava was paddling away from the shallow part. She ignored the pain in her limbs and pressed on, all the while Mary was calling from the side of the pool.

“Ava, come back on this side. Don't you want to learn how to swim properly, rather than... whatever you're doing?”

Ava shrugged off her comments.

“I'm fine,” she shouted back.

She was in the middle of the pool now, where the ground was so deep that she couldn't feel it even with the tip of her toes. She was paddling her arms and legs as fast as she could to keep her head above the water. On the side of the pool, a young woman in a black swimming suit stepped up to the diving board. She had long, strong legs. Her hair was hidden beneath a black swimming cap, though a few small one still peaked out, plastered on the nape of her neck. Droplets of water had collected in the hollow of her throat, now running over to the edge of her swimsuit.

Ava forgot to paddle. She stared. It lasted only long enough that she felt herself sinking beneath the water. Panic rose in her chest and she kicked the water hard. She couldn't calm down. Every kick of her legs only seem to drag her further under the water. She tried calling for help, but water filled her mouth and smothered her voice.

She didn't hear the splash, only felt someone grabbing her and pulling her to the surface. She continued to struggle, but her rescuer was strong.

“You're okay,” the voice of a young woman told her. “You're okay.”

Ava finally snapped out of her panic. She was being pulled toward the ladder, held firmly above the water. Once she could finally grab the ladder to keep herself from drowning, she pulled away from her savior. Her heart sputtered in her chest when she realized it was the girl from the diving board.

“I'm...”

Ava wasn't sure what she was trying to say. They stood so close to one another that she could see the freckles on the other girl's face. I'm grateful? I'm Ava?

“I'm dead,” she thought and said at the same time, because she had to be.

The girl frowned.

“No, I... I pulled you out,” she replied with confusion.

“Yeah, no, obviously. I'm not dead, dead. I'm just... I'm Ava.”

Before the other girl could introduce herself, Mary arrived just in time to drag Ava out of the pool.

“I told you to stay in the shallow part. I warned you, didn't I?”

Ava rolled her eyes and exited the pool. Mary threw her towel at her and Ava brushed the chlorine water out of her eyes.

“I was fine. I did it on purpose again.”

Then, she saw her rescuer was climbing after her, and giving her strange look, and Ava was quick to respond.

“I mean I didn't do it on purpose to scare anyone. I had everything under control, totally.”

“That's the stupidest thing you've ever said,” Mary replied, earning herself a glare.

A moment later, another woman joined them. She wasn't wearing a swimsuit, but shorts and a tank top, her long brown hair held in a ponytail.

“Everything alright?” she asked.

“I'm sorry, Miss Masters,” Ava's rescuer said. “I thought she was drowning, I...”

“You did good, don't worry.”

“I'm sorry about that,” Mary intervened. “Ava doesn't know when a joke has gone too far.”

“It's fine. Better safe than sorry.”

“I just got tired all of a sudden is all,” Ava tried to defend herself against Mary's glare without passing for a complete loser in front of the cute girl.

Full chapter 1 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45141238/chapters/113558530

Chapter 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45141238/chapters/114008935

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

AGATHA ALL ALONG WEEK GUIDELINES AND OVERVIEW!

Here are the guidelines and overview for Agatha All Along Week 2025. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to send me a DM. 🔮

These graphics were made for Twitter, so there’s a slight change. Where it says to tag @agathaallweek to be shared, make sure instead that you tag this account on tumblr to be shared here. Thank you!

Thank you for all the Wolfwren fic. I’ve loved every single one of them. I am blown away by how you keep churning them out. Wishing you a wonderful holiday season and a very happy new year. 😊

Thank you very much <3 If I'm being honest I've also surprised myself a lot with how quickly and how many stories I've been able to write since I started but it has been a blast, and I'm really glad you've loved them as well :) Happy holidays to you as well!!