Ink fills the page. A classic ship dynamics completes the cast

A/N: Hello everyone! Here it finally is, after much teasing, the next installment of "The Life of the Wolf, the Wren, and their Cub"! This novel-length fanfiction will be updated every Sunday without fail. Here is the beginning of the story and if you'd like to read the rest, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

The holoprojector in the center of the dashboard flickered to life, and the one-foot-tall image of Captain Jacen Syndulla materialized. He ran a hand over his green goatee then waved.

“Hey, cuz! I hope you’re doing alright. Aunt Sabine said you were helping a dig on Concord Dawn but that was a few months ago, I’m sure you’ve moved on already. Anyway, I thought I’d call. The Resistance could use your help right about now. General Organa is sending out people searching for Luke Skywalker, and we think we have a lead, but just in case, I figured I’d call. I don’t know anyone who knows as much about old Jedi temples and ruins as you do, maybe you know where he could be hiding. Call me back if you have anything, alright?”

With another smile and a wave, the image faded. Uschi reclined back into the captain’s chair, staring where the hologram had stood a moment ago.

“You’re thinking what I’m thinking?”

On the back of her chair, BD-L1A let out a series of beeps indicating her agreement. The three-foot droid, made from the head of a BD unit on the body of a DUM pit droid, climbed off the seat and landed in the cockpit with a thud. Uschi stood and followed her to the corridor.

“I’ll text him. No need to gets his hopes up.” As they crossed into the living room, she realized just how silent the ship actually was. The couch was empty, the kitchen hadn’t been used since breakfast that morning, and she couldn’t hear a sound coming from the living quarters. “I thought they’d be back already,” she said as she checked her wrist com. Then, she picked up her old leather jacket – her buir’s technically – from the edge of the booth and slid it on. “I’ll go get them. Keep an eye on the ship.”

BD-L1A beeped and made a military salute, then scurried off back into the cockpit. Uschi slid down the ladder in the corner and entered the almost always empty cargo bay, where the ramp was still open. Already, she could hear music coming from the city all around the spaceport. Luman was an industrial city, and they liked to party hard after their shift. Hands in her pockets, Uschi retraced her steps to the underground bar she had left only twenty minutes earlier.

She walked through the busy Rust Garden where the rave was its liveliest, brushing past a small group of Twi’leks wearing glow stick around their necks, wrists, and lekkus. A wave of shouts rose from her left, where a packed crowd was watching a pod race, and it was clear a fan favorite had bit the dust.

Uschi squeezed between a bunch of drunk people to get to the entrance of the Bloody Crater. A staircase led into the bar, the name in bright Aurebesh letters written in a rainbow neon sign above. Because of the intense mining during the Empire era, a lot of the city had been rebuilt on top mines and quarries. The Bloody Crater had been a quarry, three floors deep of white stone now plunged in the dark. The only spotlights were on the fighting pit in the center.

Her feet followed the slight angle of the spiraling floor as she kept an eye out for the rest of her crew. She’d left them near the bar, so it stood to reason that they were still there, despite the elapsed time. A techno-droid DJ was mixing the music that blast from every corner of the enclosed room, but despite its loudness, the crowd on the lowest floor watching the fight was louder.

Halfway down the club she finally spotted Zan’s shape as he stood against the metal banister to watch the fight, a cocktail glass with a slice of pamperose in one hand. The Mikkian’s mantis green color was hard to spot in the dimness of the bar, but his telltale head tendrils cut a singular shape in the crowd. She slid beside him and he took a sip of his drink through a metal straw.

“I think I got something,” she told him, just loud enough that he could hear her, though he technically had no ears.

“A job?” he replied.

“Not exactly. It could help a lot of people though.”

Zan nodded. He was a scholar like her, though his focus wasn’t history and archeology, but rather nature and biodiversity. Still, he didn’t mind going on those impromptu leads that may or may not pay out. He wasn’t the hard one to convince.

“Where’s Jyn?” she asked.

Zan sighed, and it was answer enough, but he added:

“Where do you think?”

Uschi shook her head as she looked toward the fighting pit.

“Is she winning at least?”

“She might if she remembered not to block with her face.”

A/N: Hello! I'm back with another installment of the Ashcroft-Dimitrescu Family AU. If you've been following this AU then the title alone might tell you what this one is about, but I'll just say it's E-rated. I can share the plot stuff here but if you want to read the full story, you're gonna have to check the link below ;) Enjoy!

Though Grace was most excited to try the new, expensive shower Bela had bought for her, the move had been crushing. She hadn’t anticipated how many boxes there would be to unpack, but between the things they’d brought over from Columbus and the things they’d bought since moving to the new Dimitrescu castle, there had been more than enough to keep them busy all day. After ordering Chinese food and putting Emily to sleep, Grace had headed straight to be, falling asleep in Bela’s arms in their brand-new bed. 

It wasn’t that trying out the shower had slipped her mind. The very next morning, she technically tried it, in that she took a shower, but Bela was already downstairs, getting Emily her breakfast. Now that their move had been settled, there remained much to do to prepare Emily for her first day of school. Between buying furniture, the uniforms, and actually getting the girl excited for a real school, with other kids her age, Grace had her hands full. 

All too soon, she was dropping Emily off in front of her new school in her new car – Cassandra had apparently picked it, and it had warming seats and tainted windows and a billion other options Grace would have never dreamed of picking on a budget. Grace parked in the drop lane and looked in the rearview mirror as Emily twisted her hands around her seatbelt, seemingly tying herself to the car. 

“A-Are you ready?” Grace asked her. 

She, too, was a little anxious, however she would not admit it in front of the girl, who looked ready to cry. Grace had cried on her first day of school, but she’d been four – though, to be fair, there was no way to know exactly how old Emily was. 

“Do I really have to go?” Emily asked in a small voice. 

“You know you d-do. But you... y-you're gonna be okay, and you’re gonna do great.” 

“How can you be sure?” 

“B-Because you’re the strongest person I k-know. Even stronger than me. And I survived school.” 

Emily still looked at her with uncertainty, but she nodded. 

“I-If you’re feeling sick, tell your teacher and the s-school will call me, and I’ll come to g-get you.” 

Again, Emily nodded. Grace figured she needed a little boost, so she stepped out of the car and rounded the vehicle to open Emily’s door. After a reluctant moment, Emily unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out, dragging her backpack with her. Grace knelt and helped her put the heavy bag on her shoulders, before readjusting her blazer. 

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new multichapters fic! This one is a No Powers, College AU, where Bela and Grace first meet on vacation before going to the same university. Here is an excerpt, and if you want to read the whole first chapter, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

Instead of reading, Grace found herself people-watching as discreetly as she could. This mountain resort was world famous for its rejuvenating treatments; there was bound to be some celebrity at the pool. Not that Grace would have anyone to tell, except her mother. Her first year of university had gone well enough, grade wise, but she hadn’t really made any friends, preferring to stick to herself and choosing classes that didn’t require group work. 

Her attention was drawn to the pool when she saw a tall woman emerge from the water. The scene was worthy of a movie, and Grace thought she’d found the celebrity of the resort. However, it wasn’t because of that that she was staring. The young woman had long, gorgeous blond hair that cascaded down her back, dripping water over the curve of her back. She was wearing a two-piece black swimsuit that didn’t leave much to the imagination, and as she stepped out of the pool and turned in her direction, Grace found herself staring at the drops of water rolling down her neck, over her collarbones, her tones stomach, her thighs. The woman brushed a hand through her hair again and Grace saw that three black roses was tattooed over her heart. Then, to her horror, she realized that the woman was coming her way. 

She grabbed the book in her hands more firmly, cringing when she felt the cover bend beneath her fingers. Then, she turtled, head sinking between her shoulders as she kept her eyes on the pages. She did her best to pretend that she was reading, even though she had no idea what was going on in that scene. Her lungs all but stopped when she realized that the woman was taking the chair beside hers. Well, technically, it had been hers before Grace arrived, but that was beside the point. The blonde settled on her chair, and Grace figured this would be it. She would have to pretend to be reading this awful book until the blonde left. 

“Scuzați-mă?” The voice could have come from anywhere, so Grace didn’t pay it any mind, until it came again, a little closer to her: “Excuse me?” 

She lowered the book, only to realize that the blonde was looking at her. She had the most mesmerizing dark blue eyes, almost green. 

“W-What?” Grace mumbled. 

“I’m just curious about what you’re reading.” 

“Oh... uh...” Grace looked at the cover, since she’d forgotten the title. “It’s not very g-good,” she admitted. 

The blonde had a soft chuckle, like she couldn’t be bothered to give more breath to the sound than necessary. 

“Fair enough. American, then?” 

A/N: Hello! I'm back with another story from the Ashcroft-Dimitrescu family series! It's E rated so fair warning. Here's the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

Grace stared at the package in her hands, unsure what to do with it. She’d ordered it on a whim and now that it was actually here, she was regretting her impulsive purchase. She hadn’t even consulted Bela on it, which, in hindsight, she probably should have. This seemed like the kind of thing that they should have talked about, as a couple, before she bought it. Perhaps she should return it, before Bela found out. She pulled the flaps of the cardboard box aside to peek inside once more. It was exactly what she’d ordered, and it hadn’t disappeared in the minutes she’d been anguishing over it. Unbidden, images flitted through her mind – the exact same fantasy that had made her place the order to begin with. 

Before she could come to a decision, she heard a door open downstairs and knew Bela had returned from the garage. Grace had asked her to move all the Christmas decorations to the garage, now that the season was over. She knew her girlfriend would come upstairs next. Bela had been extremely bored since the first snow – which was understandable, as she was confined at home – and so she’d been stuck even closer to Grace than usual. With only moments to spare, Grace opened their wardrobe on her side and placed the box as high as she could. Hopefully, Bela wouldn’t notice it. 

She’d just closed the wardrobe door when Bela entered. 

“I’ve placed them all in the same corner. It can be the Christmas corner. Though with how many decorations we needed for Christmas alone, I don’t know how many more seasonal celebrations were can store in there.” 

Grace chuckled and walked up to her. 

“Are you saying that I w-went too far with the Christmas decorations?” 

“I would never want to curb your enthusiasm,” Bela replied with a smile when Grace leaned against her to give her a kiss. 

“What was the package?” Bela asked once they separated. 

Grace pursed her lips. She’d hoped Bela hadn’t noticed her going upstairs with it, but unfortunately, her girlfriend had very good eyesight. 

“Oh... J-Just... Shoes. B-But I don’t think they’ll fit, I might have t-to send them back.” 

Nailed it, Grace thought. Bela glanced above her head, as if searching for the box, and Grace held her breath. Fortunately, the phone rang downstairs, and Bela had to leave the room. Grace sent a guilty look at the wardrobe. She was most definitely sending it back the first chance she got. 

Hello everyone! For everyone who has been following The Warmth is Coming Back I have just posted a one-shot sequel! Now this is usually when I'd post a short excerpt from the story, but I found this meme that just incapsulate the essence of the story so well!

Emily asking Bela to help her deal with her school bullies:

A/N: Hello everyone! After many years of fighting my demons (the Dimitrescu), the demons have won and I wrote a Resident Evil fanfiction. At the begining of this story, Grace goes undercover on a college campus to stop a BOW (Bela). Life-altering hijinks ensue. The first chapter of probably many is up. Here is a little excerpt and if you want to read the whole thing, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!

While Grace had a degree in criminal science, she’d never really set foot on a campus before. She’d done all of her schooling online, too anxious to attend classes. She was sure her mother would have loved to see her go to college, but, well, it wasn’t like she’d had the chance to say anything about Grace’s choice.

Keeping her head on a swivel, Grace scanned the grass for a woman with light and long hair. There were many blondes, hanging around in small groups with their friends, and every time Grace turned the button toward them, Liu would tell her, in her ear:

“Not her, keep going.”

So, Grace walked the length of the campus two, three times, until she thought she’d seen everyone there was to see. This had been a waste of time, she thought as she stopped in the center of the quad. Four paths converged there into a circle of pavement, with a low wall all around it and a couple of benches. Grace sighed and pulled up her phone to text Liu and ask her if she could leave now.

“Are you lost?”

Grace had been so focused on her screen that she hadn’t noticed when someone sat on the low wall to her left – or perhaps the woman had been there before, and she’d just missed her. She turned to look at her and her eyes widened.

The blond woman was sat with her hands on either side of her, fingers gripping the edge of the wall. She had the most vibrant amber eyes; they looked almost yellow in the sunlight. Her hair looked like satin as it fell over her naked shoulders. She was smiling in a friendly manner, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She was wearing a black top with spaghetti straps, high-waisted blue jeans and, despite the nice, warm weather, a loose, soft-looking beige woolen cardigan was wrapped around her elbows. A black chocker with a ruby in the middle was wrapped around her pale neck.

In the second that Grace stared at the woman, she became absolutely convinced of two things: she was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, and she was the killer they were looking for.