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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

Weary are the Shoulders that Bare the Crown - Interlude: Demons Become Angels to Some

Hello everyone! As a surprised birthday gift to myself I have decided to post a little Interlude between part 1 and 2 ;) Link to the full mini-chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43686684/chapters/111137689

Resistance is Futile - a CindyxAlice fanfiction

A/N: Hey guys! This is an extract from my new flower shop/tattoo shop AU oneshot, in which Cindy stubbornly hates Alice because it’s easier than confronting her feelings. It’s a fun story, I promise. If you want to read the whole thing, you’ll find a link to it at the end! Have a nice Sunday!

A minute is enough to change the course of someone's life forever, for good or bad. A flash, an instant, is enough to turn rags to riches and back around. It can be the difference between life and death. One decision, one moment, can lead one's life down a perfectly different path. In the case of Cindy Berman, however, this kind of radical change of life took fifteen minutes, at the very least.

The Milkman's was where they met after work. By six-thirty, the bar was usually crowded beyond belief, so whenever they wanted to have a drink, Cindy would go ahead while Tommy closed shop. Cindy didn't mind. The bar was clean, seemingly decorated by a baseball fan who hadn't seen a game since 1978, with memorabilia on the walls and over the booths. Most of the usual crowd was made up of nearby shop owners. Fier street was the most commercial street in town, and all the people working there made up a small community of kind, fun-loving people.

When Cindy settled in one of the empty booths, a few of the regulars who had already closed up shop welcomed her. She didn't order anything just yet. Tommy would be here any minute, and they would order then.

One after the other, the red leather-bound half-moon booths were filled up, usually by one person sent ahead like Cindy. Then, the rest of the group would arrive, filling up the booth. They too saluted Cindy in passing. She began to lose patience. She checked her phone, wondering what was taking Tommy so long. He closed off the shop on his own almost every evening, he should be here already.

When the front door opened, and the bell above it rang, Cindy was quick to look up. But it wasn't Tommy. It was a young woman, wearing a rock band tee-shirt. Her hair was a short mess of blonde locks. Both of her arms were heavily tattooed. Cindy spotted the image of a large green and orange snake disappearing beneath her sleeve. The woman looked over the room. All the booths were taken, but there were still a few empty tables at the back, and by the bar counter. Cindy watched as, from behind the bar, Ruby talked to the woman. The blonde turned around to face the waitress. There was enough of a brouhaha already, in addition to the music coming from the speakers, that Cindy couldn't make out what they were saying. Soon, Ruby left to pour a drink and the blonde leaned against the counter, waiting. There was a chain tied to the side of her black jeans. Although she wasn't wearing platforms, the sole of her shoes was still giving her an additional half-inch.

The blonde turned around suddenly, leaning her elbows against the bar. Her eyes spotted Cindy staring at her almost immediately. Cindy averted her eyes, pretending she'd only been giving passing glances to the room and not at all staring at the stranger. She made a show of huffing and checking her phone, then looking back up. The blonde was still looking at her. She gave her a wave. Cindy looked away.

Someone sank in the booth beside her and Cindy jumped out of her skin. It was only Tommy, wearing the orange tee-shirt with his shop's logo on it. The Lumberjack, house plants and botanical shop.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for fifteen minutes, at least."

Tommy shrugged.

"The curtain got stuck again."

"The longer you wait to call a repairman, the more you're gonna have to pay to replace it when it breaks down for good."

"I'll do it tomorrow," he said, and she knew he would forget and it wouldn't be done until she called someone for him.

"Anyway, what do you want?" he asked as he slid out of the booth.

"The usual."

She followed him with her eyes and noticed the blonde had disappeared from the bar. She was probably hidden in the growing crowd, Cindy figured.

They lingered in the booth for an hour, drinking a beer each – a light pale lager for Cindy, a tall old ale for Tommy. They talked about everything and anything, about Cindy's classes and Tommy's football friends and the movie they were about to see. When Cindy checked her phone again, it was about time for them to leave and she was thirsty.

"I'm going to get a water and pay," she said as she slid out of the booth.

"Can you get me one too? I'm gonna stop by the bathroom."

Tommy stepped through the crowd, too tall to disappear through it entirely. Cindy gently elbowed her way to the bar and waved Ruby over. However, the waitress was fleeting from one table to the next, serving drinks and picking up empty glasses. When Cindy finally managed to flag someone down, it was the bar's owner, Harry.

"Can I get two waters? And then I'm going to pay."

"Sure thing."

Harry slid down the bar and Cindy drummed her fingers on the countertop, following the rhythm of the music.

"Leaving already? Can I convince you to stay for one more drink?"

FULL STORY HERE

Announcing Star Wars: The Crimson Comet

Hello everyone! Although I've spoken about it on AO3 in the notes of my last Wolfwren story, I still wanted to make an official Tumblr announcement. Starting next week on the 1st of June, and every Sunday this coming summer, I will be posting my own fan-made Star Wars novel!

All of you who have read through my series "The Life of the Wolf, the Wren, and their Cub" have known for a while that I've been working on this. When I started this series last year, I had no idea that I would become so absorbed in this AU, or that so many of you would keep asking for more and more stories with Uschi Wren-Hati.

Here is what I can say for now: The story is set in 34 ABY, just as Leia sends out people to search for her brother Luke. While Uschi and her crew intend to help, they soon find themselves on their own quest to stand in the way of the Force Order, one that forces Uschi to confront her terrible origins...

While I don't want to reveal anymore, I thought I'd leave with a handful of no-context spoilers. I'm excited to hear your guesses and I hope to see you all next Sunday for the first chapter!

What Is It That Stays My Hand Now? - A Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with another multichapter story! This one is a canon divergence AU where Shin became Asajj Ventress' apprentice and Sabine became Fennec Shand's apprentice. As the two bounty hunters keep meeting, so do our girls. Here is an extract from the first chapter and if you want to read all of it, the link will be at the end!

Whatever conversation the thugs were having with the little girl was interrupted when the sound of Ventress’ boots echoed around them. The three thugs turned back to see her emerging from the shadow.

“Are you going to kill a child for a handful of screws?” she asked.

“Is she yours?” the thug holding the girl asked.

“She’s not. Call me a concerned bounty hunter.”

“She stole from our stash. Nobody steals from the Bolts. Nobody.”

“Ain’t that what bounty hunters do anyhow?” another thug told her, failing to be intimidating. “Hunting down thieves?”

Ventress stood in front of them, arms crossed. The kid looked at her with pleading eyes, green and bright with tears. Ventress would never let anyone call her soft, but she supposed that she must have mellow, at least a little, to be invested in the fate of this girl. She blamed Vos for most of it, and Omega, more or less.

“Put the kid down. Let her go. Take your screws and get lost.”

“No, we gotta teach her a lesson,” the lead thug insisted.

“You’ve spooked her enough. Let her go.”

“This is none of your business.”

Ventress did not move, but her refusal to walk away was enough for the thugs. The leader motioned for her with his head, and the other two converged on her, fists raised. Ventress sighed. They were going to regret it.

The first thug closed in on her with a punch. She dodged it with ease and kneed him in the stomach. Before he could recover, she grabbed his arm and dislocated it out of his shoulder. He fell to the ground crying. The second thug stepped back as he became more hesitant to attack. He glanced at his boss who huffed and threw the girl at his feet to motion for Ventress again.

“What are you waiting for?” he told his companion.

Reluctantly, the second thug charged her. She avoided his punch too and kicked his knee, snapping the patella in half. He hit the ground with a yelp, holding his broken leg. Ventress turned to the third thug, who pulled out a blaster on her. She was unimpressed, until he pointed the blaster at the girl’s head.

Full Story Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65038186/chapters/167232250

Office Work - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the sequel to last week's one-shot, "Casual" that everyone was asking about! Here is the begining and if you'd like to read the rest, you will find the link at the end.

“You have an appointment at 10:30 tomorrow, so don’t be late.”

Sabine frowned. She tugged the phone against her ear using her shoulder then flipped through her schedule.

“Er… no, I have a flight at 9.”

“I reassigned it to someone else.”

Sabine’s frown only deepened. Shin had promised her that she would not use her position to mess with Sabine’s, even if it meant they couldn’t see each other all the time when Sabine was flying far away.

“Why?”

“You told me you had ideas you wanted to share with my father. So, I got you an appointment with him.”

Sabine’s eyes grew wide. While she had a few suggestions, at best, she didn’t think they were worth an appointment with her boss.

“Are you serious?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

A pause. Then, Shin replied, with a slight confusion:

“You do have ideas, right?”

“I mean, yeah, a few.”

Shin sighed.

“Doesn’t really matter anyway.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s… well, he saw us at Bounty last week and he wanted to meet you. I told him you had some ideas to share but I’m sure it’s less about that and more about meeting you.”

Sabine pursed her lips. They had been dating for three months now, and while everything was going great, she hadn’t expected to meet Shin’s father – her boss – so soon.

“Is it going to be a problem?”

“No, no… I guess he’s just curious.”

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!

We know Bea taught Ava how to swim but have we thought about the implications? Ava in her red swim suit, ready to jump into the water any chance she gets so she can splash Bea. Bea who bought a black one piece suit thinking it would be the most modest option but her arms and legs are very much on display. Them trying not to stare at each other because if Ava stops paddling she will drown but it's hard to focus when Bea is holding her. Meanwhile Bea is having a gay panic attack because she needs to keep Ava close but that is a lot of skin to skin contact. And all of that in the municipal swimming pool.

But She Slept - a CarolMaria fanfiction

A/N: Hi guys! Spoilers for episode 4 of Wandavision. This story is based on some of the events of this episode. Anyway, this is a canon-compliant story about Carol and Maria getting back together after the snap. Here’s an extract, and the link to the full story is at the end! I hope you enjoy!

Monica bought a bouquet of her mother's favorite flowers. Irises, carnations, and purple hyacinths. She was so used to coming to the cemetery to see her grandparents that it took a moment for her brain to process what she was truly doing here. She was going to place flowers on her mother's tomb. She was going to say goodbye, three years too late.

The air was humid, the sky gray. It would rain. Was it worth leaving such a nice bouquet to be soaked in warm rain within the hour? Monica tried to shake the excuse away. She'd delayed this enough. She'd given herself a week to process the Blip, she was due to return to work soon. There were no more excuses to be had. She felt as though something sharp was buried in her chest. It was difficult to breathe.

She neared the grave and stopped. Someone was standing by her mother's grave, placing flowers there. A bouquet somewhat similar to hers. The number of people who knew her mother's favorite flowers was ridiculously small. The number of people who wore an old leather jacket and aviator shades on an obviously rainy day was even smaller. Short blonde hair swept to the side, a familiar if sad smile on her lips. Monica thought she was dreaming.

"Auntie Carol?" she said because the sight of the blonde brought back old bittersweet memories.

Carol turned to look at her, took off the sunglasses. It was her. Monica had absolutely no doubt.

"Wow, look at you," Carol said.

Her voice was wavering. She was breathless as if the mere sight of Monica had knocked the wind out of her. They stared at each other. Neither was certain what to say. Monica's hold on the bouquet strengthened.

"You haven't changed a day," she managed after a moment.

"You... I mean I saw pictures but... I can't believe you're back."

Carol walked up to her quickly. After a second of hesitation, she pulled her in a hug. Monica let herself be hugged, because no one had hugged her since her mother, shortly before her surgery, and that hadn't been a few days ago, but five years ago, and Monica's mind was still reeling, struggling to make sense of it.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Carol whispered, and Monica felt her throat tighten.

They pulled away. Carol kept a hand on Monica's shoulder, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and Monica really was there.

"Your mom always said you'd come back. She always believed."

Monica nodded. Her eyes fell on the tombstone behind Carol. She took a deep breath. This was it. Carol must have felt her reluctance. She gave her a comforting smile.

"Is this your first time here?"

"For mom, yes."

"I'm here. Just take your time."

Monica nodded. She hadn't imagined having Carol's support that afternoon, but somehow she couldn't do without it anymore. She felt like a child, running to her mother after she'd accidentally broken her toy. Except there was no fixing this. Cosmic forces bigger than her had taken her away from reality and time and space, and she'd missed her mother's last few years.

Monica approached the tomb slowly. Maria Rambeau, beloved mother, friend, ace pilot, and pioneer. Monica choked on a sob at the words. She struggled to keep her tears at bay, taking deep breaths to try and calm the violent shake of her body. The ache in her chest was so strong, she thought she was having a heart attack. But Carol came to stand by her side and took her free hand in hers, and it became just a bit easier to breathe. She kneeled and left the bouquet next to Carol's.

"I hope you like the epitaph. I promised her I would put 'ace pilot' on it to prove once and for all she was better than me."

Monica looked at Carol with surprise.

"You were there? In the end?"

Carol nodded.

"It's a long story."

Monica brushed the tears out of her eyes.

"Maybe we should find somewhere to sit so I can tell you all about it?"

"Yeah. We have a lot of catching up to do."

Full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29084679

Hunter's Moon - a Wolfwren fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I just posted the first chapter of this week's fic! It's a werewolf/werewolf hunter AU and it gets pretty bloody so if that's not your thing, don't worry! I will be back next week with a ton of fluff. Here is an extract and if you want to read the whole chapter the link will be at the end!

Shin was still in her sleepwear, an old band tee-shirt and shorts. She grabbed a mug from the windowed cabinet to pour Sabine her coffee. Sabine went to clean her hands first. Shin set the coffee beside the sink for her then passed a hand under her shirt to scratch her side. As soon as she realized what she was doing, she stopped.

“You could have woken me up,” she told Sabine. “I would have gone with you.”

“But you were sleeping so peacefully. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Sabine kissed the corner of her lips then picked up her mug. Shin continued to pout. Sabine knew her mood would only sour more as the day went on.

“I heard you dragging something.”

“A small stag. Hope you like venison.”

Shin ignored the joke and sat at the small vinyl table, grabbing her own mug of coffee. Sabine, still, was determined to lift her mood. She took her coffee to the table and sat down on the vintage chair.

“I still need to grab a few things from town,” she told the blonde as she reached from the box of cereals between them. “Do you want to come with? You can do some grocery shopping, pick what you want for breakfast tomorrow. We can get lunch at that diner afterward.”

Shin sighed through her nose.

“Fine.”

Sabine offered her a smile. She knew her girlfriend had only agreed to please her, and she appreciated it more than she could ever tell her.

“Hey. We’ve got this. Tried and true techniques. Nothing to worry about.”

Maybe it was the confidence in Sabine’s voice, or her beaming smile, but she finally managed to extract a little smile out of Shin.

“I trust you.”

“I know you do. And I trust you too.”