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Broken Circle - A RubyxChristina fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new fanfiction, in which I tried to change the ending of the show by inserting Titus back into it. If you’re interested the link to the full story will be at the end!
Ruby had taken the habit of going to the basement whenever the door was open. It was only open whenever Christina was down there anyway. The house was too big, too silent sometimes. Ruby was used to small, cramp apartments where you had to climb over one another to get anywhere. The mansion had been nice at first, but after spending one too many mornings listening to nothing but eerie silence, she started seeking living things, simply for the comfort of knowing she wasn't alone. And there was only one living thing in this house.
Christina was hard at work when Ruby went to the basement that evening. The blonde was always busy, hunched over one table or another. She'd gotten used to seeing Ruby down there too, for she'd stopped asking her why she'd followed her there. She'd gotten so used to Ruby, in fact, that she'd stopped tensing up every time Ruby so much as touched a piece of paper on a nearby table. Ruby liked to snoop around and question her about what she was working on. If Christina ever suspected that Ruby was spying on her on Leti or Tic's behalf, she'd never made mention of it.
Ruby walked around the tables in the middle of the basement, looking at everything spread out there. Most of the words she didn't understand. Christina had begun instructing her in magic, but it was an arduous task. Finding free time for it was even harder, as Christina always seemed occupied.
Ruby passed quietly behind Christina, looking at what she was working on over her shoulder. Christina stopped sketching and froze as she felt Ruby close behind her. Only when Ruby stepped away did she straighten, flipped her long hair over her shoulder, then went back to work. Ruby continued her little tour of the table. She stopped when she found a file she hadn't seen yet. Usually, Christina didn't bother to organize her papers. Somehow she always found whatever she was looking for. Her organization system was pure, incomprehensible chaos, but it was a system still. But this file, she'd never seen before.
"What's that?"
She pulled it out from under a few pieces of paper and put it flat on the table, before opening and flipping through. In the file, Ruby found pictures and documents, most of which related to Lancaster and his police force. It seemed either Christina had been watching them, or someone had for her.
"Does it have anything to do with the thing you made me put in Lancaster's desk?" she asked, shivering as she remembered the barely alive – or not alive at all, she still wasn't sure – person in Lancaster's office.
"Not exactly. In part. Lancaster doesn't want to admit it but he's working for someone. I just can't seem to figure out who."
Ruby flipped through a few papers. Some pictures were downright terrifying. Dismembered bodies left abandoned by the side of the road or under a bridge. Ruby skipped through them as quickly as she could, until she finally shut the file and left it there, on the table, on top of the pile of papers.
"Let me guess? You have a plan to get rid of him."
Christina smirked. It was that confident smirk Ruby was mostly used to seeing on William, but the sight of it on Christina wasn't so displeasing.
"Lancaster? I already took care of him. Or should I say we, since you did part of the job."
Ruby at least felt a bit better now, knowing that hiding into that awful closet hadn't been for nothing.
"Good. That bastard had it coming."
Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27121384/chapters/66228637
TIL that Abbey Lee who plays Christina in Lovecraft Country also played one of the wives in Mad Max Fury Road and now I feel kinda dumb for not figuring it out before
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–
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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*
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Will create works that contain: Fluff, Modern AU, No powers AU, kidfic, Soulmate AU, friends to lover, historical AU, happy ending, unrequited love, fantasy AU, found family, established relationship, first kiss, action scenes
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Auction ID: 1287
Will create works for the following relationships: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau - MCU Carol Danvers & Maria Rambeau & Monica Rambeau - MCU Mantis/Nebula - MCU Dani Moonstar/Rahne Sinclair - X-Men movieverse Roberto da Costa/Illyana Rasputin - X-Men movieverse
Work Description: Work should be a one-shot between 1500 and 10000 words.
Ratings: Gen, Teen
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Hey guys! I just registered as a creator for the Marvel Trumps Hate 2020 auction. If you don’t know what that is (I certainly didn’t when I woke up this morning) you should check out their website : https://www.marveltrumpshate.com/
Basically it’s a charity auction for fanworks related to the Marvel fandom, from the comics to the movies and more. I am offering to write a fanfiction for the highest bidder on my offer. I don’t keep the money from the auction, obviously, instead you give it to a charity of your choice that the MTH is partnered with. I looked at their list of partnered charities and they are all very interesting, either focused on environmental or social issues. Again, you should check out their website for more information.
I offered to either write a Captain Marvel story or a New Mutant story, depending on what the winner of the bid wants (I also offered a Mantis/Nebula fic because who knows?)
Bid previews start on October 11th and the auctions last a week, between the 18th and the 24th. Even if you’re not interested in what I do, I’m sure there are going to be tones of creators offering not just fanfictions but also arts and such, so you should definitely take the time to check it out!
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Paperback - A New Mutants fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new New Mutants fanfiction, about Dani selling books to help her high school’s AV club and Rahne all around liking books (and Dani). If you’re interested, the link to the full story is at the end!
Dani reached the fourth floor with a sigh. She was only halfway through the building, and she was really glad that she lived in a single floor cabin at the reservation, and not on the eighth floor of a building without an elevator.
She took a deep breath, cleared the throat, brushed a few strands of dark hair out of her face, and knocked on the nearest door. Swiftly, she pulled a flier out of her bag. The door opened slowly. There was a young woman her age standing on the other side. Her short red hair was shaggy and fell messily just over her brown eyes. She was wearing sweat pants and an oversized sweater. Dani recognized her immediately.
"Hey, you're Rahne, right? We have a few classes together."
Rahne nodded sharply once. Her hands were tugged in the sleeves of her sweater, and she struggled to pull them out.
"You're Dani."
Dani nodded. Rahne usually stuck to the back of the class, where she could disappear and be forgotten by everyone. But Dani had noticed her, staring out the window as if she longed to be always outside.
"Why are you here?" Rahne asks, pulling Dani out of her thoughts.
Dani clears her throat again.
"Yeah, so, um... I'm here to help save the AV club at school."
Dani hands Rahne the flier, and Rahne finally pulls one of her hand out of her sweater to look at it. It's a printed flier which claims in bright color 'Help us save the AV club at Claremont High'. Rahne flipped it open, but before she could read, Dani explained:
"Most of the club left last year after our founding got slashed and now there's only four of us, so the principal wants to close the club. We convinced him to keep it open but he won't give us more money and we need it for our next project."
Most of what Dani said was written almost word for word inside the flier. Rahne looked up from the piece of paper and found Dani staring at her with hopeful eyes.
"What's your project?" Rahne asked.
"We're trying to make a stop-motion short film. If we can finish it before the Christmas break we can enter the State-sponsored student contest. I think if we win something than the principal can't try to shut us down anymore."
Rahne nodded.
"Makes sense. So you're looking for donations?"
"Not quite."
Dani pointed to the middle of the flier, where there was a list of fifteen names with little boxes in front of every item. Rahne read the first few names.
"We're selling books to help raise money. Only public domain one so they're all a bit old but it's a great opportunity if there's a classic you've always wanted to read but never bought."
Rahne was still reading through the list and Dani pursed her lips thoughtfully, trying to remember what else she was supposed to say.
"One book is $5, but if you buy more than three than all the other ones are $3. So it's $15 for three, but $18 for four, $21 for five,..."
Rahne looked up from the flier. Her eyes met Dani's for a second before she looked away.
"If you want to collect money you shouldn't be doing special prices."
Dani shrugged.
"What sounds better? Four books for twenty bucks or five?"
"I see your point."
Rahne bit her lower lip thoughtfully, prompting Dani to glance at her lips before looking away.
Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26543950
Chapter 2 is out and I’ve planned 27 of them! A multi-chapters New Mutants stories, how exciting!
We Are Not Alone - A New Mutants fanfiction (!SPOILERS!)
A/N: Hey guys! I went to see New Mutants yesterday and I just had to write a fanfiction, so SPOILER if you haven’t seen the movie yet, but if you have here’s an extract of the story, which takes place right after the movie, and the link to the full story will be after!
The next town over really is eighteen miles away. At least Reyes didn’t lie about that. It took them most of the day to get there, mostly because they had to take regular breaks whenever Roberto complained about his sore feet. The sun has already disappeared, replaced by a dark, dome-less sky when they find the sign at the entrance of town. Hamsburg, Virginia. Dani lets out a hum at the sign. So that’s where they were.
The town is quiet. The moon is high above it, observing its every street. Few cars pass through, though many can be heard in the distance, prompting Dani to believe that a highway or interstate might just be nearby. The air is cool, but not enough to make her shiver. Rahne’s hand is still in hers, and her warm palm against hers makes her smile.
A sign near the entrance of town indicates a motel. When they finally reach it, there’s a collective sigh of relief, as the vacancy sign flickers in and out, so close to dying yet holding on, somehow.
“I think we could all use some sleep. What do you say, guys?”
Dani turns around and very quickly notices Illyana is gone. She frowns, as the others also seem to realize she’s left them. A bit further down the street, a bell resounds. They all look as Illyana disappears inside a diner. They rush after her.
Much like the rest of the town, the diner is mostly empty. There’s a waitress serving coffee to a man at the counter, and a family passing through on their holidays at the back of the diner. The diner itself seems new enough that it must have been renovated recently while keeping the 50s aesthetic that is sure to please tourists. Illyana has already taken a seat in one of the booths. While Sam, Rahne, and Dani linger by the door, Roberto steps inside and stands by Illyana.
“Come on, Illy, we’re going to sleep in the motel.”
“I’m hungry,” she replies, grabbing a plastic menu and flipping it open in front of her. “I haven’t eaten since this morning, and it’s not like what you made us was any good anyway.”
Roberto’s face falls slightly, though he tries to play it cool.
“How are we even going to pay?”
Illyana wiggles in her seat until she can pull a credit card from her back pocket.
“Stole it from Reyes’ wallet before we left. Now come on, I’m sure they have cheeseburgers who actually taste like cheese,” she said, looking at the rest of the group.
Tentatively, the others settle in the booth with her, the boys on either side of the girls, with Dani in the middle. They pass menus around, though they remain silent for the most part.
Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26137228/chapters/63587479
We Are Not Alone - A New Mutants fanfiction (!SPOILERS!)
A/N: Hey guys! I went to see New Mutants yesterday and I just had to write a fanfiction, so SPOILER if you haven’t seen the movie yet, but if you have here’s an extract of the story, which takes place right after the movie, and the link to the full story will be after!
The next town over really is eighteen miles away. At least Reyes didn't lie about that. It took them most of the day to get there, mostly because they had to take regular breaks whenever Roberto complained about his sore feet. The sun has already disappeared, replaced by a dark, dome-less sky when they find the sign at the entrance of town. Hamsburg, Virginia. Dani lets out a hum at the sign. So that's where they were.
The town is quiet. The moon is high above it, observing its every street. Few cars pass through, though many can be heard in the distance, prompting Dani to believe that a highway or interstate might just be nearby. The air is cool, but not enough to make her shiver. Rahne's hand is still in hers, and her warm palm against hers makes her smile.
A sign near the entrance of town indicates a motel. When they finally reach it, there's a collective sigh of relief, as the vacancy sign flickers in and out, so close to dying yet holding on, somehow.
"I think we could all use some sleep. What do you say, guys?"
Dani turns around and very quickly notices Illyana is gone. She frowns, as the others also seem to realize she's left them. A bit further down the street, a bell resounds. They all look as Illyana disappears inside a diner. They rush after her.
Much like the rest of the town, the diner is mostly empty. There's a waitress serving coffee to a man at the counter, and a family passing through on their holidays at the back of the diner. The diner itself seems new enough that it must have been renovated recently while keeping the 50s aesthetic that is sure to please tourists. Illyana has already taken a seat in one of the booths. While Sam, Rahne, and Dani linger by the door, Roberto steps inside and stands by Illyana.
"Come on, Illy, we're going to sleep in the motel."
"I'm hungry," she replies, grabbing a plastic menu and flipping it open in front of her. "I haven't eaten since this morning, and it's not like what you made us was any good anyway."
Roberto's face falls slightly, though he tries to play it cool.
"How are we even going to pay?"
Illyana wiggles in her seat until she can pull a credit card from her back pocket.
"Stole it from Reyes' wallet before we left. Now come on, I'm sure they have cheeseburgers who actually taste like cheese," she said, looking at the rest of the group.
Tentatively, the others settle in the booth with her, the boys on either side of the girls, with Dani in the middle. They pass menus around, though they remain silent for the most part.
Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26137228/chapters/63587479
Devil Baby of Mine - Critical Role Fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Critical Role fanfiction, the story of Grog finding a baby in the woods and deciding to kep him. If you enjoy, the link to the full story will be at the bottom of the post!
It wasn't unusual to find Grog wandering about the woods near Westruun. Whenever the need to smash some things arose – which, in his years of retirement, was just as strong as it had been in his prime – he would leave home in the morning and return before supper, just like Pike had instructed him. Sometimes, he would return with gifts, depending on what he had killed. Direwolf teeth, owlbear feathers, even a bulette shell, once. Everyone liked those gifts, especially Juniper. The gifts that Pike and Scanlan didn't like were the living ones, like that time he'd brought back a griffin egg and it had hatched in the living room. Pike had made him promise no more living gifts.
On that bright spring afternoon, Grog was making his way home after having climbed into the hills to fight a giant, just because he could. The sun was shining through the trees above him, casting small shapes of light on the ground. Grog's hammer rested over his shoulder, slick with the hill giant's blood. He was thinking about whether he should stop on his way home to find a gift for Juniper. He knew she would be sad if he didn't bring her something. Maybe he could stop on his way back to pick a few flowers. They would whither more quickly than wolf teeth, but he would be back to the forest in no time, so he could bring her more if Juni was sad that her flowers died.
Something shone in the distance, reflecting the mid-afternoon sunlight. It almost blinded Grog.
"Oh, shiny," he said as he quickly made his way toward the shiny.
Once he was close enough, he noticed that the shiny in question was a large safety pin, keeping a bundle of cloth tightly together. Grog carefully pulled the safety pin out to look at it. He thought Juni might like it, so he placed it in his bag. Then, light babbles echoed from between the folds of the cloth, and he looked down.
There was a baby in the cloth. A tiny thing, but bigger than Juni when she'd been a baby. The same size as the quarter elves when they were baby, or close to it. But it wasn't a quarter elf, even though its ears were pointed. Its skin was pink, but not a normal sort of pink. A bright, flowery sort of pink, which reminded Grog of the sky at dusk sometimes. Pink like some of Scanlan's clothes, or pink like a slice of bacon before its cooked. Two tiny horns protruded from its forehead. Its eyes were a solid shade of gold as if two coins had been placed in its sockets. It barely had any hair on its head.
Confused, Grog looked around, wondering who could have left their baby in the middle of the forest all on its own. All he saw was a dire wolf, attracted by the sounds the baby was making.
"Go," Grog ordered as he tried to shoo the animal away. "Don't make me punch you."
The wolf flinched at the sound of Grog's voice, and after a moment of hesitation, it ran away. Grog kneeled beside the baby and picked it up. Where he'd been able to hold baby Juniper in the palm of his hand, he had to tuck this baby in the crook of his elbow to be sure not to drop it. The child's golden eyes were staring at him with wonder. It extended a tiny pink hand to reach for his face, but its arm was too short to reach Grog's beard.
Grog decided he couldn't leave the baby there, to be eaten by wolves. He had to take him home and take care of him. From now on, this baby would be his. After all, almost everyone else in his family had kids now, so why not him too? Then, he remembered what had happened the last time he'd brought something living home. Pike had said no more living things. But if he didn't tell Pike, then there would be no problem. It seemed like the perfect idea. Don't tell Pike and Scanlan, and he wouldn't have to ask for their permission to keep the baby.
Satisfied with his plan, Grog carefully placed the bundle of cloth in his bag. Once he was sure his new child was comfortable, he continued on his way.
Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25819042
Firefly vs. Moth: A spur of the moment and simplified analysis on the usage of bugs in The Last of Us
!!Spoilers for The Last of Us & part 2!!
In the first game the symbolic bug is the firefly. Joel is looking for the fireflies to give them Ellie. Essentially, he's looking for the light that he lost when Sarah died. The fireflies are that light, after all their modo is "Look for the light, believe in the fireflies". However, Joel realizes just in time that that light was Ellie all along. She is his new light.
In Part 2, Ellie is not a firefly anymore. Her symbolic bug is the moth, as seen on her tattoo and the many drawings of it she does throughout her journal. She lost her light, but just like a moth, she's searching for it, drawn to it. But this light is nothing like the gentle glow of fireflies, it's a strong, dangerous flame that almost burns her.
I feel the same could apply to Abby, the once firefly who lost her light. Although her animal is the wolf, she too acts like a moth, entice by the fire of vengeance which almost burns her, until she's able to pull away and renounce it.
We are the Pride Knights, and this is our battle cry No enemy can shake us, as hard as they can try There’s a fire in our eyes that no hatred can kill A passion in our hearts that’s as strong as our will To our fellow queers who fight their battles on their own We promise to fight with you, you are never alone To our fellow queers who have fallen with the pain We thank you for your courage, your fight is not in vain
We are defenders of the right to be proud of who you are To love who you love and to accept every scar We are your knights, protectors of our pride Together we stand, together we ride
These are back!
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Green’s not your Color - A Zadison fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new Zadison High School AU, in which Zoe and Kyle are childhood best friends and Kyle suggests to Zoe that they should fake date to make Madison jealous so she’ll ask Zoe out. If you’re interested, the link to the full story is down there!
Zoe opened her locker with a careless pull. She ignored the way the lock banged against the neighboring locker and began sorting through the many books inside. She found the ones she needed and stuffed them in her backpack.
"Do you want me to carry that for you?"
She barely jumped when Kyle's voice echoed beside her. She'd seen his legs under her locker door coming into her peripheral vision.
"What? Haven't you done enough pull-ups at the gym today or something?" she replied snarkily.
He glanced at her over the locker door.
"I'm not sure you know what pull-ups are."
Zoe closed the locker and picked up her backpack, grunting as the weight settled on her shoulders.
"You know I don't."
"You sure you don't want me to take it?" Kyle asked again.
Zoe sighed. This was a game they played at least once a week. She knew he would continue to ask until they made it home.
"Fine. Whatever."
She pulled off her backpack and left it on the ground. Kyle, with a satisfied smile, leaned down to pick up the bag by the shoulder strap and pull it on.
"Are we going to the cinema on Saturday?" he asked as he secured the bag over his shoulder. "After the game, I mean."
Zoe shrugged vaguely. Someone had caught her attention in the distance.
"I don't know. Maybe?"
"So, I know what you're gonna say, but there's this great horror movie coming out. I mean, it looks great, and I think you'll like the story..."
Zoe gave a non-committal hum. Heels clicked into the hallway. Zoe's eyes followed the small and slim yet imposing figure of Madison Montgomery as she made her way through the crowd. People seemed to part in front of her and she never had to slow down even for a step. Her brown eyes remained fixed straight ahead of her. She pulled her sunglasses from over her head. For a second, her eyes flickered to the side, finding Zoe's. The next, they were hidden behind the taint lenses of the sunglasses, and she disappeared around the corner.
"...and it's not a possession movie this time, I promise."
Zoe snapped back into consciousness as Kyle waited expectantly for an answer. She blinked and gave another shrug.
"We'll see."
Full story here!
Is Zoe’s Last Name a Coincidence?
So maybe I’m reading too much into this, and maybe it’s just one big coincidence, but Zoe’s last name is Benson, which means exactly what it means, “son of ben”. Now, Taissa Farmiga previous character on AHS was Violet, and Violet’s father was named Ben.
So is it a joke that they picked Benson as Zoe’s last name, or reference to Murder House? Am I reading too much into this and it’s probably just a coincidence? Am I late to the party and everyone had already figured it out back in 2013? Probably all of the above...
Stand By Me - A Zadison fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! This is an extract of my new Zadison fanfiction, a paranormal investigators AU in which Zoe does the investigating and Madison is a ghost. If you like what you read I’ll leave a link to the full story at the end!
"I'm here with Cordelia Goode, the owner of Miss Robichaux's Academy. Thank you for letting me investigate your house and agreeing to answer a couple of my questions."
"Of course. I mean it's not really my house. I haven't set foot in it since the repairs that were done a couple of years ago."
"How did you come into ownership of the house?" Zoe asked.
"I inherited it through my mother," Cordelia explained. "She bought it in the nineties when the previous owner put it up for sale but she'd never done anything with it. She simply bought it for sentimental value, because she'd attended school there when she was young."
"But you didn't?"
Cordelia shook her head.
"No, it closed before I did."
"Were you aware of the strange things happening there before you inherited it?"
"Absolutely not. I'd never been there, the building had been closed for decades so no one had been inside since the seventies, I think. No one had told me anything. I had plans to turn it into a Bed & Breakfast because it's a very big house, too big for me anyway, but after what happened during the repairs, I just closed it off completely."
"So you've never returned there?"
"I don't intend to, not after what I saw. My wife would probably kill me if I even thought about it. She says the house has very bad energy. Our daughters are a bit young right now, but I don't plan on ever telling them about the house. I'm not risking it."
"What sort of things did you see?"
Cordelia was thoughtful for a moment.
"Let's see... I slept into the house a few times overnight. I heard a lot of shuffling above my head as if someone was walking upstairs. I heard women speaking too, out of nowhere. A few times I thought I had imagined them but at one point they became so loud, at yet I still don't know what they were talking about. And one time I woke up and saw a tall man standing by my bed. That was the most terrifying of them all. Coupled with a few strange occurrences too. We tried repainting the walls but the paint wouldn't dry, not even after days, it just dripped away. The few doors that were changed were busted, some of the paintings I hung were taken off during the night. Strange things like that, which made the repairs impossible to complete."
Zoe nodded.
"Is there a history of hearing voices in your family?"
Cordelia shook her head.
"Not that I know of. It had never happened to me before, and has never happened to me again since."
"What about sleep paralysis? Waking up to see someone standing by your bed is a pretty normal sight when someone is a victim of sleep paralysis."
"I wasn't paralyzed," Cordelia replied quickly. "As soon as I saw him I ran to hide under the desk. When I looked back out, he was gone."
Zoe nodded. Then, she turned to Cordelia with a smile.
"Thank you for your time, I think that should be enough."
Zoe stood out and turned off her three video cameras and sound recorder. Cordelia stood out of her chair.
"You still want to go there? Even after what I just told you?"
Zoe took the cameras off their tripods and placed them in her bag.
"I'm even more interested to go there now. If there's a chance that I can finally record something tangible, I think it's gonna be in this house."
Cordelia set her and Zoe's chair around the table once again.
"You're a lot braver than me, then."
Zoe folded a tripod, placing it in a duffel bag.
"Or a lot stupider. That's what people tell me most of the time."
Link to the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23892523/chapters/57439627
When you get ready to write a short, nice, simple High School AU but after making a summery it turns out that the story is not gonna take an hour and a half to write but a day and a half...
Don’t They Know it’s the End of the World? - a foxxay fanfiction
A/N:Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new foxxay story, a No magic post-apocalyptic story. Summary: While running away from a group of raiders, Misty finds a little corner of paradise, seemingly sheltered from the end of the world. This mansion once belonged to Cordelia, but now she has opened it to welcome any girl in need of a place to stay. However, surviving the bombs was only the beginning, and now that the world is in chaos, the real survival begins... (link to the full story will be at the end)
Madison's jaw visibly clenched. She turned back to Misty.
"Come on."
She led Misty inside through the kitchen door. There, a few girls were finishing up with the dishes, drying them and placing them neatly back in the cupboard. A small group of ten-year-olds was playing Monopoly in the living room. Another group of teenagers was seating around the table, playing Risk. Madison walked through the corridors like she owned the place. The clicks of her heels on the white parquet floor echoed in the entire building.
Misty looked around her with surprise. The walls were very white, almost too white for this new, upside-down world she'd been traversing in the past few weeks. The furniture was clean. There were many books on the shelves, and paintings still hung on the walls. It was as if time had completely stopped just minutes before the bombs fell.
They emerged out of the hallway and into the main entrance, where a massive, double staircase climbed up to the floors above. However, Madison didn't go up, but to the right of the stairs instead. There, she knocked on a closed door. Misty caught up just in time to see Madison opening the door. She passed her head through, but not enough to allow Misty to see inside the room.
"I see you forgot your walkie-talkie again," the voice of a woman said on the other side of the door.
"Whatever," Madison replied. "Queenie's not even monitoring the cameras, and I would have had to return here anyway. They were running after a girl."
"Of course they were. Let her in."
Madison stepped away and looked back at Misty.
"Go on in, hippie."
Misty nodded, and with a slightly trembling hand, she pushed the door open.
Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23627905/chapters/56705272
The Hundred Steps of Hell - a foxxay fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new foxxay one-shot, the story of Cordelia making her way down to hell to get Misty out, but with a catch. Link to the full story will be at the end if you’re interested.
“I was wondering when you would come to me again. She's been waiting for you.”
Cordelia tried to ignore the pang of guilt in her chest. She stepped forward, facing Papa Legba without fear.
“You know why I'm here then?”
“Of course. You want the Swamp Witch.”
Cordelia nodded.
“Name your price.”
Papa Legba chuckled lowly.
“Why do you want her so bad? I've seen you, trying to get her back for years. Why is she so special to you?”
“It's my fault she's been trapped down there,” Cordelia admitted in a wavering voice. “I have to fix this.”
Papa Legba stood up from his chair, straightening to his full, imposing height.
“I have been thinking about this exchange for a long time,” he said with a smile. “Pondering over what price to pay. I thought about asking for something of yours. Your eyes, maybe, or another sense. Maybe one of your girls. A life for a life.”
Cordelia braced herself, waiting for Papa to finish his explanation.
“Then, finally, I had the perfect idea.”
His cane hit the ground loudly, and a single wooden door groaned open beside him. Cordelia felt every nerve in her body fire up nervously as the door slowly swung open. She waited for something to come out of the door, some sort of strange, demonic creature. When nothing happened, she frowned.
“I will let you walk down to Hell, and get her for yourself.”
“What? Just like that?”
“Just like that. But there is a catch.”
She sighed. She should have known there would be a catch.
"There are many stairways leading to Hell like there are many stairways leading everywhere. This one is special. This one has not been used for many many years. This is the catch. There are a hundred steps separating you and your Misty. For each step you'll take, you will have to relinquish a memory of her you possess."
Cordelia's mouth hung slightly open as she pondered the dilemma she was presented with.
“I'm not even sure I have a hundred memories of Misty.”
She'd barely known her for a few months, how could she have so many memories of the blonde? As she thought about it, there was only one memory she could remember, that of Misty, unconscious on the carpet in the living room, of feeling the woman's body crumbling to dust, of being unable to wake her up and hear her voice again.
“Won't I forget her completely?”
"If you can make it to the bottom, you will. But then I will make sure you don't forget to leave with her. After all, a deal is a deal."
Full story: http://archiveofourown.org/works/23442799
To Think of Time - AHS Coven/Apocalypse fanfiction
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new AHS fanfiction, an AU in which Mallory is Cordelia and Misty’s daughter and she travels back in time to warn them of Michael’s coming. Full link to the story at the end.
For a second, she was transparent, absolutely see-through, incapable of breathing properly. Then, Time caught up. She took a deep breath and cleared the tears out of her eyes. She was shocked they had traveled with her, clinging to her cheeks even through the dark waters of time. She looked around. She was standing right in front of the gates. The night was dark, moonless. The streetlights didn't seem powerful enough to keep the darkness at bay, yet they were also too bright to allow any stars to shine.
Mallory shivered. She wondered what month it was, what year. She strengthened her hold on the ring nestled in her palm. She'd focused so much on 2015, but what if it wasn't 2015? What if she was too late, or too early?
Mallory placed a hand on the gate. She could feel the energy radiating from it. A spell had been placed on it, she knew. She sat down against the cold stone pillar, her back leaning against the gate. She was glad she'd been wearing the shawl her mom had given her. She folded her legs against her chest and wrapped the shawl over her entire body.
A long shiver took over her being. She sniffed, trying to hold the tears at bay. It was impossible to get the images out of her mind. Every time she blinked, they came back to the front of her mind. So much blood and death. So much desolation.
Pulling the shawl even closer to herself, Mallory slid the ring her mother had lent to her on her ring finger. If only they'd had something of his, some hair, a finger, she could have traveled to him directly. Deal with him herself. But he was miles away, and she had nothing, only the clothes on her back. She was going nowhere without her mother's help.
Cordelia, she chastised herself. Call her by her name, Cordelia. She couldn't let anyone know the truth. Mallory let out a shaky breath. The task ahead of her seemed impossible. Everyone's life rested on her shoulders. How could she carry such a weight? And what would happen if she failed?
The screams of her witch sisters still rang in her ears. The desperate pleas of her mom telling her to go, run, twisted into a horrible scream when the fires of hell themselves took over her body. Her mother giving her one last kiss before disappearing out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Her voice seemed so far, and yet so strong, each word etched into Mallory's mind. Satan has one son, but my sisters are legion, motherfucker. She'd never heard her mother swear like that. Mallory wanted to smile with pride, but the words had followed the strongest feeling she'd ever felt. Like she was breathing for the first time, but also the deepest, strongest, most heartbreaking despair she'd ever felt. It was still there, lodged in her chest like a ball of spikes, clinging to her heart.
Mallory took one shaky breath and bundled closer under her shawl. Morning should come soon, and then everything would be fine. She knew it would be.
Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23243083/chapters/55653586
Sweet Surprise - A foxxay fanfiction
A/N: Here’s an extract from my first AHS fanfiction, I’ll put a link to the whole thing at the bottom!
All the candles had been lit. They'd spent the afternoon in the greenhouse getting everything they needed for the ritual. Cordelia placed the last bluish egg at the edge of the black sand circle. Then, she looked up at Misty. Her wife was seated at the edge of their bed, her arms crossed, holding her shawl wrapped around her. Her eyes were focused on the circle they had drawn on the ground.
"Having second thoughts?" Cordelia asked softly.
Misty was quick to detach her eyes from the ground and look at her wife.
"Course not. It's just... what if it doesn't work? What if I mess something up and..."
Cordelia crossed the room quickly and sat on the bed beside her wife, wrapping her arms around her.
"You are not going to mess anything up."
The ritual needed two witches to work, now she knew, and she was certain that they could do it. She did not have a shadow of a doubt that together, they would be strong enough to create life.
"And if it doesn't work, well it's alright. We'll just go see a doctor."
"Yeah, but it won't be the same. I want her to be the perfect mix of us."
Cordelia smiled and pressed a kiss on Misty's temple.
"Me too."
They remained there, in each other's arms, for a while longer. Cordelia was the first to pull away, with somewhat difficulty. She asked:
"Are you ready?"
Misty took a deep breath and let her shawl fall off her shoulders, and onto the bed. She stood up, determined, and said:
"Alright, let's put a baby in me."
Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23183611/chapters/55493797
let it be known i am a marisha ray stan first and human second
Don’t forget to love each other.
Winter’s War and a Dream of Spring (The 100/Game of Thrones AU)
A/N: You’ve waited and here it is! I promised a year ago I would include Lexa into season 8, and after much anguish and work I did it! The first chapter is up for your enjoyment! Here’s an extract and you can find the link to the full chapter after!
Lexa remembered the first time she ever saw snow. They were almost at White Harbor, from which they would continue to Winterfell on horseback. She was seating on the deck of the ship, a book in her hands, trying to distract herself from the boring journey. Suddenly, something fell on her hand. She hadn't noticed it at first. The cold air had taken over the entire ship almost as soon as they had left Dragonstone, and Lexa had been wearing furs and gloves without fail every single hour of the day. She was so wrapped up in her furs that she could have been mistaken for a small chubby wolf easily.
Something fell on her hand again, and then on her book, and then on her head. She frowned and looked up. Tiny white snowflakes were falling over them, plummeting from the sky with feather-like grace. Lexa gasped and her eyes grew wide.
“Is it snowing?” she asked, to no one in particular.
Since no one answered her, she closed her book and pushed herself up. Snowflakes continued to fall on her. She put her hands together like a cup and tried to catch as many snowflakes as she could. Unfortunately, they were all falling slowly, and almost as soon as they touched her hand they melted. She barely had any time to look at them closely before they'd disappeared forever.
She walked back and forth on the ship's upper deck, her hands reached out to grab snow, for almost ten minutes. Sometimes she would try to reach overboard, thinking there would be more snow falling into the sea, but it was mostly in vain. The sailors watched her do with amusement, which Lexa didn't seem to notice.
“Lexa?”
Lexa stopped dead in her tracks and looked over at the corridor which led further down into the ship. Her mother was standing there, hidden from the snow, Jon by her side.
“What are you doing?”
“It's snowing, mother, look!”
Lexa ran up to her mother, her hands still cupped together. By the time she reached Daenerys, however, all the snow in her hands had melted again. Her mother, however, had no difficulty seeing the snow, as many white flakes had tangled themselves in Lexa's dark brown hair.
“It is,” Daenerys replied, agreeing with her daughter.
"Don't get too excited," Jon added, "There's snow everywhere at this time of year."
Still, Lexa ignored Jon's comment and started running again around the ship, trying to collect snowflakes, until the air had grown so cold and bitter that she could barely feel her face. Then, Anya took it upon herself to drag the six-year-old back to her room and sit her down under a pile of blankets, where she left her until it was time for supper.
Link to full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20689520/chapters/49142075
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
Raspberry Swirl (Carol/Valkyrie fanfiction)
A/N: Hey guys! Here’s an extract from my new story, Raspberry Swirl, a CarolValkyrie story about ice cream and summer and Carol being an awkward idiot who can’t line up two words together. Link to the full story will be at the end.
The woman looked at Carol once again, surprised.
"And the blueberry one?"
"I think it's supposed to be call Bi-berry?"
Carol pulled out the cone out of the icebox. Its wrapper was red, purple and blue, imitating the bisexual flag. The woman chuckled.
"Fine, I'll take it. How much?"
"Oh... It's... on the house?"
The woman frowned in surprise.
"Really? Why?"
Carol shrugged, desperately trying to find an excuse.
"It's the end of the day..."
The woman continued to stare at Carol, trying to figure out why she was suddenly giving her a free cone. Finally, she gave up and picked up the ice cream off the counter.
"Thanks."
"My pleasure," Carol replied with a bright smile. "Now you can tell your friend Bi-berry's the best. I mean blueberry," she added quickly.
"I know," the woman replied with a wink before she turned around and returned to her towel.
Carol watched her go, then looked away quickly when the woman looked back. Beside her, Monica continued to stare. Carol moved away, fiddling with her phone.
"So, tipping isn't flirting, but giving free ice cream definitely is, right?" the girl asked.
Carol groaned and refused to answer.
Full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19198537
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
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?
It’s Been a Long Long Time (CarolMaria fanfic)
A/N: Here’s an extract of my new CarolMaria story. It’s just fluff set in a WW2 AU. If you want to read more, the link for the full story will be at the end of the post.
They swayed with the music, slowly. Carol had turned out to be the most clumsy of the two, her sock-clad feet accidentally stepping on Maria's feet often enough for Maria to make fun of her. After a while, the blonde had gotten the hang of it, and now she only stepped on Maria on purpose, to push herself just a few inches up and place a kiss high on Maria's cheek.
The trumpet was replaced by the voice of a singer, and Maria closed her eyes and let the lyrics sink in. Carol watched her do with a smile. She placed a kiss on her neck and closed her eyes as well, sighing happily. Her breath tickled Maria's neck, who couldn't quite hold her smile. They basked in each other's warmth, even if it wasn't a particularly cold night. Maria's fingers moved slightly. She found the edge of Carol's skirt. Her shirt would usually be tugged inside, but after a day of frantically running around looking for a job, the shirt had moved and bundled and turned. Maria barely had to pull on it to find Carol's warm skin underneath, and the scar she had left from that time she'd been shot. Carol shivered when she felt Maria's finger gently caressing her scar. She didn't stop her. She'd come so close to death that time, it was good for Maria to remember that she was still there, in her arms, and she didn't plan on going anywhere else anytime soon.
Behind them, on the couch, Carol's orange tabby cat had fallen asleep a long time ago, stretched on the length of the couch itself as it belonged to her. So they were three then, Carol realized with a smile. Three in a tiny apartment in Greenwich Village that was not even big enough for one.
"We should move out..." Carol breathed out against Maria's neck.
Maria opened her eyes and smiled.
"Where to?" she asked jokingly. "We barely had the money to rent this place for the month."
Carol removed her head from Maria's collarbone to her lover's sadness and looked at Maria's face.
"Well, I have an idea, but you'll have to hear me out."
Maria placed a kiss on Carol's forehead as they continued to sway. The song had stopped and after a brief silence, another song started. It was a French song the soldiers had brought back with them to America. The melody was catchy, calling for an energized dance. Carol and Maria continued to gently sway, their rhythm unchanged by the music. Maria didn't understand the lyrics. Carol understood a little, after all, you didn't spend two months in a French war hospital without picking up a few things. It was a love song, that much she was sure of.
"How about we move to England?" Carol suggested.
Full story link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19112068
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