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Between Tony’s well-earned paranoia and Clint’s own observations, Natasha supposed that she should not have been surprised with the resulting outcome of her grand plan to have you really move in with her. She could forgive Tony for his comments: ”Sorry, Agent Romanoff, but with everything else going on, we can’t really risk you being distracted by your girlfriend’s gams” because it was Tony. Clint was harder; the claim that you could not take care of yourself if under attack rankled her perhaps more than it rankled you.

Natasha rarely fought with Clint, but when she did, it was a war of silence on both parts. Show his contrition though he might through remaining quiet whenever in her presence, Natasha was not ready yet to forgive him this betrayal—or perhaps no betrayal at all. There was a niggling worry in the very back of her head that was also to blame for her not inviting him to tag along on this trip: This might have worked out exactly how you wanted it. Then Natasha would have to apologize to Clint, an act which she was very quickly becoming tired of.

The subway lurched forward and Natasha’s body automatically adjusted in its seat to keep her upright. A man standing in front of her wearing much the same casual garb as herself smiled and Natasha’s mouth just as automatically smiled back. Here was one reason to have asked Clint to come with her: a male companion kept more male attention off of herself. Having recognized what had just happened with her traitorous lips, Natasha immediately turned her head to disinterestedly gaze at the advertisements sweeping past the windows. Her head was too full of worrying, planning, and grumbling to regard flirting with any enthusiasm. Perhaps the man would think she was rude; Natasha was in no mood to be polite.

She slipped out into the stream of exiting plebeians at the very next stop, following unfamiliar signs and stairways until clean air finally hit her lungs. This looked like the right place. All of the recent moving had upset Natasha’s normally keen sense of direction. The address, however, was printed in her mind as clearly as though written in ink, and a nearby street post soon had her on her way again. Natasha had to hurry. Much later in the day and she risked missing you altogether. Yet racing along would only highlight how nervous Natasha was. What little dignity she had remaining had to be kept, so Natasha walked, and as she walked, she thought.

She should have brought flowers.

She should have called ahead.

She should have asked if you even wanted her there at all.

The downfall of SHIELD had done nothing to clear Natasha’s schedule, not after she had moved to the Tower. Her plan had been to have you move with her, but no such luck. Maybe Clint was right. Maybe Natasha shouldn’t have wanted to put you so close to any danger the Avengers might get into, but she did. If separation was undesirable when she chose the separation, it was even worse when chosen for her—chosen for you as well. Crummy new job, crummy new apartment, crummy old relationship with a woman who had so much on her plate that there was barely any room for you at all. The late night phone calls and video chats were not enough. Natasha wanted you, but she couldn’t have you. Except today. Today Natasha had insisted. She was taking the day off, and if anyone had something to say about it, Clint, they could cram it up their shorts.

She could have, she should have, she would have. Natasha found her pace quickening as your new apartment complex came into view. If you had looked out your window, you would have been able to see her racing along, dignity be damned. The rubber bottoms of her shoes slapped against the pavement, the hood slipped from around her ears. Natasha was almost there. If you hadn’t made other plans—If you hadn’t moved away without saying—if—if—if—

Natasha’s fist rapped against thin door to what she could now only hope was the right place. Her ears strained for any sound inside. There was a spare key safely ensconced within a secret pocket in her purse, of course, but she would have preferred not to use it. Going inside to wait for someone unannounced was something she could only do with people whom she had been seeing regularly for the past month. Who was Natasha kidding, dragging herself all the way to DC without so much a note to you? If you were home at all, you wouldn’t be waiting around for her. Best to just call this a day, message you from the Tower, tell you now was not a good time.

The door opened just as Natasha had turned to leave. She turned again. Rubbing sleepily at one eye, you stood in the doorway, one of Natasha’s old sweaters pulled over a tiny pair of pajama shorts. Natasha opened her mouth to speak, but you beat her to it, surprise quickly overtaking your features. “Natasha?”

“Hey.” She slipped her hands into the pockets on the front of her jacket. You continued to blink at her as though expecting her to disappear in the growing evening shadows, but you did not send her away. Natasha decided to risk a smile. “Happy birthday.”

Another blink. Another. Natasha’s smile slipped a few notches. Then you stepped out of your apartment to throw your arms around her and bury your face into her chest. Your “You remembered!” came out muffled but joyous.

“Of course I remembered. I’m not so bad at this that I’d forget your birthday.” Maybe, just maybe, Natasha heard you sniff. But when you peeled your face away to look at her, there wasn’t a trace of tears. Just the biggest smile Natasha had seen on you yet. Laughing, she took your hand to lead you back into your apartment. Things weren’t great, Natasha would admit that. Still, seeing you happy like this was more than enough for now.

Natasha RomanoffxReader: Just a Myth [Ch. 15]
Not all Black Widows kill their mate.
In fact, some can be quite romantic.

Natasha Romanoff/Reader

In response to the "A Perfect Love..." challenge by Raicho Kurubi on Lunaescence Archives.

If you are in/run/know of any good groups I could submit this to, I'd be grateful for the exposure!

The Avengers and all related items do not belong to me.

Previous Chapter: Natasha RomanoffxReader: Just a Myth [Ch. 14]
Current Chapter: 15. Never forget her birthday.
Next Chapter: TBA
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  • Mood: Tense
  • Reading: The Art of Character by David Corbett
  • Watching: Agent Carter
  • Playing: Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance
  • Drinking: Coca-Cola

Okay, I’ve been thinking long and hard about doing this, and I’ve finally decided to do it. You know why? I don’t much enjoy my job. $10 an hour isn’t very much for being screamed at for nine hours with only one thirty minute break to halt the noise. I would like to save up some more money so I can move into my own place somewhere that hopefully has more enjoyable jobs. All the fun financial guides my parents keep sending me say to find hobbies you can get paid for, and I guess I might have one of those.

Please be aware that I am not 100% sure on the pricing. These seemed like reasonable expectations (especially since strings of the same thing would cost less), but feel free to discuss. I just know that I need more than the five cents per 2000 words I was making via points several years ago.

Interested? Read on.

But Straw, you’ve already opened and closed commissions!

That’s true. But these would be for actual money. dA points aren’t going to pay my rent. I’ve been told there’s a way to convert points to money, but this is just an easier way to do things. I have a PayPal, so all I need to do is get it set up to receive money if people are actually interested in doing this.

I don’t know. Some of your old commissions were pretty dumb.

Yes. Yes they were. But something important has happened since then: I have become a better writer.

HOWEVER, to prevent myself from charging you money for things you might not like, I have decided to put a system in place: You don’t pay me and I don’t write anything until we’ve come up with a story that you like. You get a slot, you tell me what you want, I get the information I need, then you pay me half of the cost of whatever it is you wanted.

I don’t have an idea for a story. I just want my OC and the canon character together.

That’s fine, too! Just let me know that, and I’ll come up with an idea for you. The same will still apply: I will keep coming up with ideas until I have one that you approve of. Only then will you owe me half of the money for your commission.

I don’t have an OC! What about reader inserts and other such things?

Not to fear, I can write any number of things for you! Do you want a story about Tony Stark and Bruce Banner going on a first date? Sure thing! What about you and your friend’s OCs from your own story or roleplay going on an adventure together? That too! I can do reader inserts as well, but do keep in mind I have a free reader insert request booklet that still has over 100 slots to be filled. Unless you just want yours sooner or you want something super specific or longer than a one shot, you might as well take advantage of not paying me for that.

How is this different from your free request booklet, then?

Because for these I am literally going to do whatever you want. Bring me your Tiffany the Ice Goddess of Asgards, your Emily the Rainbow Guardian of the Vongolas, and your Xavier the Muggle-Borns who both Draco Malfoy and George Weasley are fighting over! Multiple love interests? Characters inserted straight into scenes in the canon story? Game breaking magical powers that aren’t in the canon? Main character’s little sister? I’ll write any and all of the above. Pretty much anything is fair game.

What about your other free fan fics that you’re supposed to be writing?

Commissions come first, obviously, since that’s for monetary gain. However, I will only open three commission slots at a time, and update one of my “real” fan fictions (or more, depending) before opening commissions again.

I really liked this one shot of yours and I would like to see more about it.

Yep, you can also request that I do that for you. Basically, what you want, I will deliver.

Payment Guide (Open to Discussion)

  • $2 per ficlet (~500 words) or collection of 5 drabbles (~100 words). 50 cents per additional ficlet; 25 cents per additional drabble. Collections will be posted and paid for all at one time.
  • $5 per one shot (~1000-2500 words). Additional one shot pricing can be discussed, depending on what is wanted for them such as length, connecting one shots, etc. One shots will be posted and paid for one at a time.
  • $7 for the first chapter of a multi-chapter story (~3000-6000 words). Payment for additional chapters may be discussed, depending on length and other details. Chapters will be posted and paid for one at a time.

 

HALF of the full price is expected when I begin working on your commission. I will send you a note when writing begins and you will have a week to send me the money. Commissions will not be posted until half the money is received. Once the commission has been posted, you will again have a week to pay the rest of the price. Failure to send the second half of the money will result in blacklisting. No further commissions will be allowed, even if the work in question was part one of something longer.

What I Will Need

  • The fandom you want me to write for
  • Your idea or prompt for the story (if you have one)
  • Biography of character(s) to be written for

 

Biographies do not necessarily need to be long or detailed, but the more detailed the better. Details must be relevant to what is expected from the story (relationship with canon characters, backstory, powers, personality, etc.) and not silly, such as favorite holiday or season. For examples, please feel free to look at the biographies I use. A picture of your OC may be included, but is not required.

Please be aware that I have a list of fandoms that I will and will not write for. Please ask if you do not see your desired fandom. I might not have thought to add it, and if I cannot write it, I will be up front and let you know.

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Name: Keatyn
Nicknames: Key
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Orange/Natural Red-Head
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5’8.3”
Weight: 128 lbs.
Birth Date: November 18th
Health Status: Average
Parents: Tamera (mother); Timothy (father)
Siblings: Wesley (older brother; 19); Gareth (little brother; 8)
Nationality: She’s from Unova
Financial Status: Slightly below average personally, but her parents still send her enough money to get by.
Marital Status: Single
Boyfriend/crush/etc.: She’s got a crush on Marlon, but it’s nothing she’s able to admit at this point. Other than that, she’s a little busy/too not around to pursue relationships.

Other Physical Appearance Details:
~ Keaton is shaped like a fifteen-year-old boy. She drifts towards clothing that obscures her figure or lack thereof.
~ She keeps her hair very short in the back, with bangs in the front.
~ Her face is very freckly, not just across the nose and cheeks, but all over.

Usual Clothing:

Note that Keatyn changes her clothes to suit wherever she is going. Considering she is often difficult to find when working, these are simply the clothes people would see her in most often. No matter what she is wearing, however, she makes sure it is modest and covers most of her body.

~ Baggy brown sweater that goes nearly to her knees. The sleeves are a little long for her.
~ Baggy cargo shorts, khaki in color.
~ Brown, lace-up boots
~ Several long silver necklaces; one to three hair clips of varying style. These are usually sent to her as gifts from her father.

History:

Assigned male at birth, Keatyn grew up in a very normal household in Aspertia City. She realized at a fairly young age (around six) that she didn’t like the same sorts of clothing or interests as her older brother, but said nothing. This feeling of dysphoria only strengthened as she got older, feeling uncomfortable and out of place in her body that wasn't shaped right.

Her father worked (and continues to work) at Pokestar Studios. Sometimes when she was a child, he would take her and Wesley with him to work. On one such trip when Keatyn was seven, he agreed to help his children catch pokemon at the Virabank Complex. Wesley got a growlithe; Keatyn got her magnemite, Neutron.

When Keatyn turned thirteen, she decided to start expressing herself as a woman. Her family was, for the most part, accepting. Wesley continues to tease her--and worse, being the most unaccepting of her family--to this day, but Gareth doesn’t care at all. Keatyn’s mother does not understand, but tries her best to be accepting. Sometimes she does crack and wonder aloud why Keatyn has decided she is a woman, but for the most part, they get along. Keatyn’s father, on the other hand, loves having a daughter. He almost immediately took up calling her “princess,” and frequently sends her packages of pretty necklaces and hair clips, which are Keatyn’s favorite accessories.

Shortly after, Keatyn left to explore the world with Neutron. It did not take her long to figure out that gym battling was not for her. As a child, Keatyn had always been fascinated by the stories of legendary pokemon, and she and Neutron decided to take up searching them out instead. After a year and a half of searching, they finally discovered Tornadus, and spent several months on its trail taking notes. Now they are on the hunt for Cresselia.

Keatyn has no desire to catch any of the Pokemon she finds. Since they are unique, she believes that they must be important to the ecosystem of Unova. Instead, she simply draws images of the Pokemon interacting with its natural habitat, and takes notes for science.

Personality: Keatyn, though accepted by her family, is very uncomfortable and self-conscious about herself. She tends to stay away from people, and never travels with any person longer than absolutely necessary, as she is convinced that one of them will discover her secret. Keatyn also doesn’t speak very much, especially to people she does not know very well. However, if she finds something to speak of that she enjoys (such as the pokemon she is tracking), Keatyn can talk for hours. Underneath her layers of shyness, she is a very passionate person, although still not very loud. Neutron and she are very close, but Keatyn has very little interest in forming personal relationships with other pokemon.

Personal Triumph: Getting her family to accept her decision
Personal Tragedy: Not having the guts to talk to Marlon
Goals in Life: To become more confident as herself; to find Keldeo

Team:

The only pokemon that Keatyn keeps with her at all times is Neutron. She does have several pokemon in her box, but they are only retrieved when she needs their particular skills, such as surfing or cutting.

Magnezone (Neutron; NA): Keatyn’s lifelong friend. Wherever Keatyn goes, Neutron goes, and they make many of their decisions together as a team. Its magnet rise move is especially helpful for allowing her to sit atop it and hover in caves, either to get a better view of a pokemon, or to take a closer look at markings in the wall. It is generally much more friendly and sociable than Keatyn, but doesn’t ever push things so far as to make her uncomfortable.
Moves: Magnet Rise, Thunder Wave, Sonic Boom, Discharge

Additional Notes:

~ She was given the name "Keaton" at birth. She actually likes the name itself, but wanted it to have a more feminine feel, which is why she spells it with a "y" now, instead of the "o."
~ Her mother still frequently spells her name “Keaton” on cards.
~ Keatyn does not visit home more than twice a year, mostly because she left shortly after coming out to her family and the rest of the town doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to have to explain herself to the people she grew up with.
~ Part of her understands that her gender is her business, but she still fears judgment. She always introduces herself a woman and hasn’t told anyone since leaving home otherwise.
~ Although she is a very distant individual, she still manages to make friendly acquaintances during her stops in various towns to gather supplies and information.
~ She has four gym badges: Insect, Jet, Wave, and Trio.
~ Because she very rarely has access to a PC and doesn’t want to keep more than Neutron around consistently, Keatyn doesn’t have the ability to fly places. Sometimes she can go missing up to two months before her parents hear from her again.
~ She isn’t good enough at battling to make money beating trainers. Mostly she gets paid by getting the information she puts together published as articles in magazines.
~ Despite her interest in science, Keatyn still hasn’t managed to run into either of the Professors Juniper.
Pokemon OC Bio: Keatyn
A while back, I submitted this bio to lamepokemonart.tumblr.com, mostly to see if it would elicit a negative response. So if you recognize it from there, mostlyieatburritos is me, so I'm not stealing. Recently, I submitted a fan fiction challenge for people to write stories where the reader is something other than CIS female and heterosexual/romantic. I'm not sure if anyone is going to respond, but I remembered I had a Keatyn and was thinking about writing a Marlon/Reader ficlet based on her. I still might get around to it...but first I definitely need to finish the chapter of "Brightest" I'm working on. And everything else I haven't updated in like a year.

Anyway, that blog has closed down, but I thought I might like to have this biography for reference some day, so I decided to post it here.

I do hope that I haven't been offensive in my portrayal of a transgender woman. I realize as a writer there's a lot of ways that I can expand representation, and this is my first attempt. ;w; So if I did something wrong or insensitive, please let me know so that I can correct it. Which includes referring to Keatyn as "transgender," since I think at one time that was an offensive term. I do try to keep up and not use bigoted terminology and all; it just seems to change and sometimes I can't keep up.

A couple of extra things:

~ Her pokemon being gender neutral was entirely by chance. I just really liked my Magnezone during my Black 2 run.
~ Eventually Keatyn and Marlon do date. She tells him she's transgender first and is very nervous, but he just points out that Neutron didn't think it made her any different and it still loves her, and he's not about to change his mind about her because of something like that.
~ When she's a little older, Keatyn does decide to transition, so she and Marlon go to Kalos to have that taken care of.

(I said Kalos because I believe there's a transitioned transgender woman in the games centered there, and I thought it was a nice reference. I'm sure it could still be done in Unova, but hey. It's Pokemon Paris. Throw some romance in there, I guess.)

Again, I'm very sorry if I said or did anything wrong! Please notify so that I may learn from my mistakes.
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It was the night before Christmas and all through the flat, two creatures were stirring—especially the rat. When Yuki disappeared shortly after picking you up from work, you expected him to be in the bath, trying to warm up after so much time spent in the snow. You found him, however, in the living room, hanging up stockings. Behind Yuki stood the twinkling Christmas tree, already ornamented; next to him sat a stack of (badly) wrapped presents.

“Busy while I was out?” you asked after you had taken all of this in.

“I just thought it would be a nice surprise for when you got home.” Yuki sat back to admire his handwork on the stockings. “I picked up the cake as well.”

“Huh. Sounds like there’s not much more for me to do.” With that, you collapsed gratefully onto the couch. Even after having lived with Yuki for the past four months and finding that his family was more than willing to pay all the rent, you still couldn’t bring yourself to quit your cruddy retail job. It would have to do until you graduated—though the holiday rush was causing you to rethink this plan. You couldn’t ever remember being so tired before.

As your eyes drifted shut, Yuki hummed in agreement. The cushion next to you shifted, and then you felt Yuki’s hands gently shifting you so that you were leaning against him. “Still upset that we didn’t go visit my family for Christmas?”

You could hardly believe that he was bringing up your stupid almost-fight. Did you appear at all as though you were in the mood to berate him at that moment? Maintaining consciousness was difficult enough. “You just don’t want me to meet that ex-girlfriend of yours you have all those pictures of.”

To your surprise, Yuki chuckled. Though he certainly wasn’t as quiet as he’d been when you’d met him in your first business course two years back, the fact that he thought something funny enough to laugh like that had you opening your eyes.

“Tohru was never anything more than a friend,” Yuki said with such a sweet smile that you blushed at having brought up the matter to begin with. “I merely thought it would be nice to make our own Christmas traditions.”

He had such a weird way of saying sweet things when you least expected them. Staring at him probably only made your blush more evident; you had to cover by snorting and settling back onto his chest. “I hope you’re okay with our Christmas traditions involving me falling asleep on top of you.”

The gentle fingers in your hair were answer enough. “I don’t mind,” he said once you had nearly drifted away entirely. “The quiet is nice.”

Perhaps if Yuki hadn’t said that, the scene that followed would never have happened. Almost before he had finished voicing the sentiment, someone began to pound on the door. Yuki disentangled his hands from your hair.

“I wonder who that could be,” he said as he got to his feet. “I told Kakeru not to come.”

Woe be unto Kakeru, had he chosen to go against Yuki’s expressed wishes of being left alone on Christmas. It didn’t seem like Komaki would allow him to, but you were well enough acquainted with the couple to know that she wasn’t always able to restrain him. You were so confident that whoever it was at the door would be expelled that your only response was to roll over and try to go back to sleep.

“What’s this? Is [Name] such a child at heart that she goes to sleep early on Christmas Eve to expedite the arrival of Santa Claus?” That voice. You knew that voice. Your eyes popped open, you flipped over and saw, to your horror, Yuki’s older brother standing in the living room. “But Yuki! You did not tell me how whimsical your girlfriend was.”

“Ayame, what are you doing here?” Yuki demanded, rounding the corner with Mine in tow. He looked much more upset than he would have had the visitors actually been Kakeru and Komaki—and with good reason. “I told you not come!”

“I know that, Yuki, but I also know what a lonely Christmas it would have been for you and [Name] if you’d really had to spend it alone.”

“Let me guess.” Already Yuki looked as tired as you felt and his brother hadn’t even been there for ten minutes. “Everyone else in the family had plans that didn’t involve you.”

A very long pause followed this statement. Then, Ayame beamed. “Don’t be silly, Yuki! I will have you know that there are only three men in the entire world that would go to such lengths to spend Christmas with their brothers—I, of course, being first among them.”

Yuki only frowned.

“We tried to visit Hatori and Mayu’s,” Mine whispered, holding a finger up to her lips, “but Hatori slammed the door shut on us.”

“Did he,” Yuki stated. Ignoring this, Ayame threw himself on the couch next to you. You opened your mouth to tell him to get the hell away, but he interrupted you by slapping his palms several times against his legs.

“Come, come! It was a rather long trip, you know. It would be polite in this situation for the woman of the house to offer refreshment to her guests.”

“Ayame…” Yuki began in a sigh. Too bad for him that he had missed his chance to smooth things over.

“Hey,” you said. Ayame didn’t react. “Hey, you. You with the stupid hair. I don’t cook.”

He ignored your jab at his hair and, blinking, said, “Still? I would have thought Yuki would have tamed you in the months it has been since our last meeting.”

“I. Don’t. Cook.”

“Well, why don’t you at least try?”

“Ayame,” Yuki said, more sternly.

“What? Is this another situation like Tohru’s? Do you expect me to take [Name] out for a meal as well?”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” you said shortly.

“Whyever not? After all, I have decided to forgive you for taking the place of Machi as Yuki’s beloved in his heart.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said through your teeth. You’d never met Machi, but given the constant asides you got about not matching up to her when Yuki’s brother was around, you were seriously starting to dislike the girl. Yuki must have sensed this, because he rapidly attempted to change the subject:

“So how is work at the store?” he asked Mine. “Are you busier than normal?”

“Yes, of course!” She lifted a large piece of fabric you had assumed to be her coat. “I brought some projects along so we don’t get behind during vacation.”

Yuki appeared very relieved. “So that’s not something to forcibly change [Name] into?”

“What?” you asked, but no one heard.

“Don't be silly,” Mine sang. “[Name] isn’t as cute as Tohru or Machi! Dressing her up would be a waste.”

Quite abruptly, you got your feet. The other three in the room fell silent. You didn’t bother to answer their unasked questions as you began to traipse toward the door—at least not until Ayame decided to speak up:

“Good heavens. Could it be you’re going to get food since you are so adverse to the idea of preparing it?”

“I just need a breath of fresh air,” you snapped, and threw the door open and shut behind you before he could say anything to make you angrier. Outside, you could no longer hear his voice. All was silent and dark. Everyone else in the apartment complex, it seemed, was inside, enjoying their loved ones or a nap. Lucky them. Once Ayame decided to stay, he normally didn’t leave until Hatori came looking for him. For once you could actually look forward to your hectic work schedule, as it would get you out of the house more often.

You felt bad, knowing that you had left Yuki inside to deal with his relatives on his own. He said that his relationship with his brother had only improved in the past few years, but they still clashed frequently enough. Still, Yuki was not the one constantly being compared to women he had never met or being told that he wasn’t good enough for his significant other—an idea you heard fairly often anyway, considering that most people at the school thought Yuki far too rich and beautiful to date someone like you.

Your bitter musings were interrupted by the door nearby opening. You spun quickly on the spot, preparing to run if it was either Mine or Ayame. The worry was needless; Yuki stepped out and closed the door behind him.

“You forgot your coat,” he said as he offered it to you. “And your shoes.”

“Oh,” you said. “Sorry.”

Unsure of what to say in the way of an apology for your recent tantrum, you simply took the coat and shrugged it on. Yuki, however, only continued to look upset. “You’re not going to leave, are you?”

“To go get food for that guy? Fat chance.”

Yuki blinked. “No, I meant—Ayame didn’t put you off of me forever?”

It was your turn to blink, and then to blush. “What? No! I just—I need a warning whenever Ayame is going to come around so I can mentally prepare.”

“I…don’t think I can promise that.”

“I know.” You sighed wistfully and stared off into the distance. The apartment complex had transformed into a wonderland of sorts, dark, with squares of light shining from each room, and snow falling quietly down all around you.

“[Name], I’m sorry. Ayame means well. He just doesn't know how to express it. And I don’t think you’re worth less than Tohru or Machi. They’re both very good people, but I’m not dating them. I’m dating you.”

You nodded. Suddenly your throat felt tight and your eyes felt as though they were burning. God, if you cried and Ayame walked in on it, you would have to punch him to save face.

“I’m sorry,” Yuki said again, “for ruining your Christmas.”

“Eh?” You looked wildly up and around at Yuki. His eyes were focused quite firmly on the ground beneath his feet. To get his attention, you grabbed his hand with one of yours. “Christmas isn’t ruined. In fact, I bet this is the best Christmas ever, even if Ayame does decide to stay half a month.”

“But he’s so loud,” Yuki protested.

“It’s quiet out here.” Still looking at you, Yuki cocked his head. For the moment, all was silent but for the gentle hissing of the snow as it melted against the hall floor. Even that slowly dissipated as the flakes began to pile up against one another. Yuki smiled.

“That’s true. And it’s definitely not quiet inside.” He squeezed your hand before adding, “I know getting food for them is a hassle, but I bet there’s no one else out for a walk right now. Want to pick something up so we can stay outside a little longer?”

You squeezed his hand in reply. “I’d like that.”

“I’ll go get your shoes.” Before ducking back inside, Yuki pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. It did not take long for him to return, likely because he had refused to explain your disappearance or need for shoes to his guests. You pulled your boots on equally fast, then allowed him to hold your hand again as the two of you set off. The snow that continued to fall was perfectly silent.

Yuki SohmaxReader: For the Moment
Merry Christmas!

I actually wrote this last year, for Lunaescence's Anonymous Holiday Fic Trade. We're not doing one this year, and my writing has come to a grinding halt since I started my full time job. I am working on a chapter for Brightest, but who knows when that will actually get wrapped up.

The prompt for this particular fic trade was "Silent Snow."

This is supposed to be set after the manga, obviously. In retrospect, I am not pleased with my characterization of Yuki. Takaya says in one of the last volumes that he becomes much more a brawler toward the end. Here he's pretty much general manga Yuki before all of the final character development. I'm sorry. At least I think I handled Ayame well.

By the way, in response to someone once telling me they liked that I wrote Machi out, I like to think that she and Yuki are still friends. They're seeing other people and she goes to school somewhere else, but they exchange Christmas cards and visit maybe once or a twice a year...just not when the reader is around. Remember: ex-girlfriends are not your enemy!

Fruits Basket belongs to Natsuki Takaya.
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“A-Ah!”

“Hold still.”

“It hurts.”

“Don’t be such an infant.”

“An infant? You are making my skin smoke!”

“It’ll hurt worse if I don’t. Here. Bite down on this if you’re going to whine about it. I’m almost done.”

The protest on the tip of Loki’s tongue was roughly shoved back by a coarse wooden block. For a moment, he gagged on it. The girl in front of him had her face hidden as she kept her eyes focused on the deep gash across his lower arm, else Loki would have glared at her. But maybe you wouldn’t have seen it then, either. The cozy bedroom was utterly dark. It had to be. No one was to know who was visiting this healer in the dead of night—many nights, for years now. The darkness was for Loki’s benefit, and yet he found himself annoyed by it more often than not.

You were prettier in the moonlight. That had to be it. The shadows turned your [color] hair inky blue, and when you looked back up at him, your eyes were full of starlight. Loki’s mouth turned to sand long before you’d even taken the block from his mouth. “There,” you said, and surely it was Loki’s imagination that made you sound a little hoarse. It did things to his body and his head, being so close to you, seeing you like this, things Loki should not like to admit. A peasant girl had no right to be so enchanting. He had to get a handle on things, sooner rather than later.

“If this is how you treat your rulers, I should hate to see how you treat your other patients,” he said—but he had to force the snideness that always came so easily to him otherwise. Was the look you sent him irritated or knowing? The latter. It must have been the latter. You took his arm so tightly that that was the only option, and you did not look away as you began to loop a bandage around his recently repaired flesh.

“Princes mend the same as peasants, I’ve found.” Finally, you looked away. This allowed Loki to swallow the worst of his nerves, or try to. It did not help as much as he had hoped. “They pay better, too, or at least tell other people they should come by.”

“It should be—”

“—‘honor enough to house Loki Odinson,’” you finished for him. Loki glowered stonily at you until you shot him a grin. “You take everything too seriously, ‘your highness.’” The way your lips quirked up around his title made something burn in Loki’s chest. Frustration was what he decided to convey.

“I could have you locked up for that.”

“And then who would patch you up after your midnight trips to Jotunheim, my liege?” The last word seemed to end on a purr, but Loki was too startled to notice. His eyes went wider than he wished them to; he blinked as he battled off the desire to shout.

“How did you…” he began, but by then you had looked back down at your work and he was distracted once again by the way the silver moonlight flowed across your skin. This you did not notice. All you did was shrug.

“I know you,” you answered. Loki let out a scoff, the sound of which was so softened that it sounded much more like a low chuckle. Damn him. He was letting himself get lost here; he should not have ever allowed himself to come back. Unfortunately, you were like a magnet: no matter how many times Loki swore to never return to this cramped home in the middle of a tiny Asgardian village, there would come some time, some wound when he could no longer resist your pull. Then you had to go and ruin the moment by adding, “I thought you would have learned your lesson the first time you went there.”

Loki stiffened, his fingers tightening around his knees. Your voice had been mild enough, but that did not stop him from feeling the sting of betrayal in your rebuke. Did you presume that he enjoyed spending his time with those monsters, freezing his bones to the core in the constant snow while the Frost Giants lumbered about his plans with all the grace of those half-wit carnivores sitting at their gate? That you were so far removed from court that you could not understand politics was a given, but Loki had thought you had some grasp of tact.

“You do not understand,” he snapped. Being quiet was the farthest thing from his mind, his voice rising as he continued, “There is so little time. Thor’s coronation is two weeks away. If I don’t do something, no one will. I cannot stand by and let him have the throne. You know Thor, [Name].”

The tirade might have been shorter than most of Loki’s speeches, but he spoke it with such feeling that he was breathless by the end of it. A faint feeling of chagrin flashed through him at the sight of your reaction: None at all. In fact, once he was finished, all you did was lean forward to wipe his brow with a soft cloth and answer, “No.”

No?” Loki repeated.

“No.” You shrugged again and settled against the back of your hard wooden chair. “I have never met your brother, Loki. I do not know him at all.”

For a moment, Loki was nonplussed. Not know Thor? How was that possible? And then he remembered the important detail that kept slipping his mind: You were not of high or noble birth. The people of Asgard in this distant corner of the realm weren’t likely to hear much other than the codswallop spread by the rest of the populace, all about Odin’s golden child, winner of a thousand battles, worthy wielder of Mjolnir. He felt certain that if you just met Thor, you would be on Loki’s side—which shouldn’t have mattered, but somehow did.

He allowed himself to imagine for one moment. In his mind’s eye, Loki saw himself taking you to the palace, introducing you to his family, declaring his intentions. Father would throw a fit over your low birth, to be sure, but Mother wouldn’t mind, and what could they do to stop him? Thor would have the Realm; Thor would need to marry for the good of all. Loki could stop this plan of his right now and take you home. Assuming you were amiable, his happily ever after was right within his grasp.

“[Name]!” This illusion shattered like glass underneath the insistent fist against your door. Despite himself, Loki started and felt blood rise to his face in embarrassment. Whether this embarrassment was due to his thoughts or his jumping hardly mattered. You, too, had frozen, one hand still gently holding Loki’s wrist as you twisted toward the door. “[Name], are you alright? I heard shouting.”

“Fine, Father,” you called back. This was not the first time Loki had nearly been caught in your bedroom after the moon had risen, and he was not surprised to hear your cool lie next. “I had a bad dream. I’ve calmed down now. I will try not to wake you again.”

There followed another long silence. Though Loki could not be in any danger from a man like your father, he still found that he could not force his tensed muscles to relax until he heard your father’s tired response: “Very well. Let me know if you have taken ill and need anything. Goodnight, [Name].”

“Goodnight, Father.”

Loki’s ears strained to hear the sound of bare feet softly padding back up the hall. At last it did, and at last Loki could let out his long-held breath and relax. When he looked back at you, your eyes were still glued to the door. “[Name].”

Blinking, you turned your face back to him. Once more he felt as though he had been punched in the stomach. You really were so beautiful. Perhaps he was being foolish, trying to take the crown for himself—or delay Thor getting it until he had matured a little. There were fruits that could be enjoyed only by those that did not have the weight of an entire realm on their shoulders, after all. Could it be that Loki had not thought his play all the way through?

No.

Loki’s shoulders tightened once again. He could not simply stand back and let Thor be king. Thor was every kind of reckless under the sun, and hardheaded and ignorant to boot. He would have Asgard at war with all nine realms within the first nine months of his reign, Loki was sure of it. To choose his own happiness over the good of Asgard would make Loki every bit as selfish as his brother.

As though you could sense that he had come to this sort of conclusion, you let you a short, soft sigh and smiled as you released his arm. Loki pulled it protectively to his chest and your smile widened slightly. Then you turned away, hiding your face again to put up the rest of your healing supplies.

“Well, your highness,” you said once you were finished, “it will be difficult to sneak out of here, now that my father will be listening out. Will you be wanting to stay the night?”

For once, Loki did not answer. He merely gazed at you, wishing that he had never made the mistake of coming here. Why did this choice have to be so difficult? You were not worth this sort of heartache, except that you were, or else he would not feel heartache to begin with. When Loki did not speak, you moved past him to settle on the bed he was already sitting on.

“Suit yourself,” you murmured as you pulled the sheets back over your shoulders. “Do keep in mind that there is room on the bed here, if you are not averse to sharing with a lady.”

He did not point out that you were not a lady. Loki did not even point out that, as he was the prince, you should have been happy to take the floor while he slept on the bed. Instead, he wordlessly slipped into the blankets next to you, as he always did on such nights when escape became impossible or undesirable. As he listened to your breaths lengthen in the dark, Loki thought that you had been enough of a lady to him from the beginning. Always you had been there to patch him up and hear his troubles, without pay and always with a touch of sarcasm. He knew that your attitude wouldn’t change even if he did continue his secret meetings with Laufey. It was just that now he realized that couldn’t matter. The realm came first, and Loki’s heart second.

Loki LaufeysonxReader: Reliance
Still not pleased with my conclusion paragraph. You would think that now that I have my masters, I would be the master of conclusion paragraphs, but apparently not.

Set shortly before the events of the first Thor movie.

In response to the "160 Collection Drabbles" challenge by Bobapop on Lunaesecence Archives. This is part of a request booklet I'm doing, and Loki this time around was requested by Azarius. Next up is Legolas.

I do not own the Avengers.
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  • Mood: Tense
  • Reading: The Art of Character by David Corbett
  • Watching: Agent Carter
  • Playing: Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance
  • Drinking: Coca-Cola

Okay, I’ve been thinking long and hard about doing this, and I’ve finally decided to do it. You know why? I don’t much enjoy my job. $10 an hour isn’t very much for being screamed at for nine hours with only one thirty minute break to halt the noise. I would like to save up some more money so I can move into my own place somewhere that hopefully has more enjoyable jobs. All the fun financial guides my parents keep sending me say to find hobbies you can get paid for, and I guess I might have one of those.

Please be aware that I am not 100% sure on the pricing. These seemed like reasonable expectations (especially since strings of the same thing would cost less), but feel free to discuss. I just know that I need more than the five cents per 2000 words I was making via points several years ago.

Interested? Read on.

But Straw, you’ve already opened and closed commissions!

That’s true. But these would be for actual money. dA points aren’t going to pay my rent. I’ve been told there’s a way to convert points to money, but this is just an easier way to do things. I have a PayPal, so all I need to do is get it set up to receive money if people are actually interested in doing this.

I don’t know. Some of your old commissions were pretty dumb.

Yes. Yes they were. But something important has happened since then: I have become a better writer.

HOWEVER, to prevent myself from charging you money for things you might not like, I have decided to put a system in place: You don’t pay me and I don’t write anything until we’ve come up with a story that you like. You get a slot, you tell me what you want, I get the information I need, then you pay me half of the cost of whatever it is you wanted.

I don’t have an idea for a story. I just want my OC and the canon character together.

That’s fine, too! Just let me know that, and I’ll come up with an idea for you. The same will still apply: I will keep coming up with ideas until I have one that you approve of. Only then will you owe me half of the money for your commission.

I don’t have an OC! What about reader inserts and other such things?

Not to fear, I can write any number of things for you! Do you want a story about Tony Stark and Bruce Banner going on a first date? Sure thing! What about you and your friend’s OCs from your own story or roleplay going on an adventure together? That too! I can do reader inserts as well, but do keep in mind I have a free reader insert request booklet that still has over 100 slots to be filled. Unless you just want yours sooner or you want something super specific or longer than a one shot, you might as well take advantage of not paying me for that.

How is this different from your free request booklet, then?

Because for these I am literally going to do whatever you want. Bring me your Tiffany the Ice Goddess of Asgards, your Emily the Rainbow Guardian of the Vongolas, and your Xavier the Muggle-Borns who both Draco Malfoy and George Weasley are fighting over! Multiple love interests? Characters inserted straight into scenes in the canon story? Game breaking magical powers that aren’t in the canon? Main character’s little sister? I’ll write any and all of the above. Pretty much anything is fair game.

What about your other free fan fics that you’re supposed to be writing?

Commissions come first, obviously, since that’s for monetary gain. However, I will only open three commission slots at a time, and update one of my “real” fan fictions (or more, depending) before opening commissions again.

I really liked this one shot of yours and I would like to see more about it.

Yep, you can also request that I do that for you. Basically, what you want, I will deliver.

Payment Guide (Open to Discussion)

  • $2 per ficlet (~500 words) or collection of 5 drabbles (~100 words). 50 cents per additional ficlet; 25 cents per additional drabble. Collections will be posted and paid for all at one time.
  • $5 per one shot (~1000-2500 words). Additional one shot pricing can be discussed, depending on what is wanted for them such as length, connecting one shots, etc. One shots will be posted and paid for one at a time.
  • $7 for the first chapter of a multi-chapter story (~3000-6000 words). Payment for additional chapters may be discussed, depending on length and other details. Chapters will be posted and paid for one at a time.

 

HALF of the full price is expected when I begin working on your commission. I will send you a note when writing begins and you will have a week to send me the money. Commissions will not be posted until half the money is received. Once the commission has been posted, you will again have a week to pay the rest of the price. Failure to send the second half of the money will result in blacklisting. No further commissions will be allowed, even if the work in question was part one of something longer.

What I Will Need

  • The fandom you want me to write for
  • Your idea or prompt for the story (if you have one)
  • Biography of character(s) to be written for

 

Biographies do not necessarily need to be long or detailed, but the more detailed the better. Details must be relevant to what is expected from the story (relationship with canon characters, backstory, powers, personality, etc.) and not silly, such as favorite holiday or season. For examples, please feel free to look at the biographies I use. A picture of your OC may be included, but is not required.

Please be aware that I have a list of fandoms that I will and will not write for. Please ask if you do not see your desired fandom. I might not have thought to add it, and if I cannot write it, I will be up front and let you know.

Commission Slots

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Hey howdy ho, random internet denizen!

My name is Straw. I’m twenty-three years old. As of May 2014, I have completed the requirements for my MA in English and will receive my degree in December 2014. I received my BA in English and Creative Writing in May 2012. Currently, I live with my parents and younger brother in Texas, working full time and I’m saving money up as best I can so I can move out into a small house this winter. Hopefully my platonic soul mate of several years will be coming along. My goal is to work for a publishing company in Portland, Oregon. The color green! Rain! Coffee! Or working with Marvel would be good, too, but do I dare to dream?

I’m feminist and Christian (nondenominational). I’ve also been a vegetarian my entire life! My sexuality is really of no importance to me, so it’s not really of importance to you either. I like who I like when I like and why I like them.

In my spare time, I like to write second person fan fiction, usually involving the Avengers fandom, though I do dabble in Star Trek, The Last of Us, and James Bond on occasion. I also love to read, worry over my goldfish (Ken, Chikusa, Loki, and Clint), watch movie reviews, talk to my internet buddies, and eat burritos.

If you ever have any questions or comments, or simply wish to strike up a conversation, please feel free to leave a comment on my profile. You can also send me an ask on my Tumblr (mostlyieatburritos.tumblr.com). Usually I have anonymous on, so don't worry if you don't have an account.

I also post my fan fictions to Quotev (as Straw/Strawchan), Ghosts of the Vanguard (as Straw), and Lunaescence (as Straw). If you ever see my stuff on any other website, that's not me. Please report them for stealing, and let me know so that I may as well.
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amzimme Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the favorite, Straw! :D
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:iconbedanker: on Knoblauchsland by myINQI :iconcip33:
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hypermagical Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014
Thank you for the recent fave! :la: 
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killstein Featured By Owner May 26, 2014
HAPPY BIRTHDAY STRAW!!
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TehStraw Featured By Owner May 26, 2014  Student Writer
Aw, thanks.
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killstein Featured By Owner May 26, 2014
Welcome~ < 333
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sphinxgal1 Featured By Owner May 26, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!!
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sphinxgal1 Featured By Owner May 25, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hey Straw, Since you're birthday is coming up I was going to write you a oneshot.
However, while looking through some of your old character Bios I can't seem to find the one i was looking for, your OC from KHR first gen. I still remember a great deal about her, she was a pickpoket who became a master their, ended up getting on well with the Vongolla and ended up stealing their rings only to get horribly burned when she tried to retreive them from a fire after realizing the error of her ways.
The only thing i can't remember is her name (an quite possibly her hair and eye colour).

Could you please email me a copy of her bio so I can make a start on it for you?
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TehStraw Featured By Owner May 25, 2014  Student Writer
I don't think I actually have a bio for her. I was going to rework here before I lost interest in KHR!. But I do know who you're talking about: Carabella. She had green eyes, if that helps at all. It sounds like you have about everything else down. But if you need anything else, just let me know! I'll be on and off for most of the day.
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sphinxgal1 Featured By Owner May 25, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Okay, did she have brown hair or was it another colour?
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