Writer in Training

My Ao3 is knives_chau! This is a bit of a sideblog for my writing! Requests: closed! Commissions: closed until further notice.

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Changed ao3 username to fairykaine!

[fairylightwriter]

Changed ao3 username to fairykaine!

[fairylightwriter]

The future of this blog.

Hi, everyone,

As school finally comes to a close for me, I have several announcements.

I will be putting all side projects on hold and working exclusively on Valla U and another project for NiER: Automata. 

Valla U will be finished this summer, and I will be updating more. 

More to come, thank you.

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hey all! sorry ive been gone for so long, school has been so hectic, along with my own mental health, but im getting ready to jump back in and continue making valla u, but this post is a specific announcement.

i will be creating a patreon! ill be having several awards, 1-20$, and you can support me trying to make a living!

more info to come!

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School is kicking my ass yet again. Sorry for the unexplained disappearance. As of now Valla U is on haitus. I can’t find the motivation or ideas to write right now. 

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Well, I feel like I should explain.

I’m slowly making the change from fanfiction to original writing.

That’s not to say I will never write fic again. I love fic. That’s what got me into writing. But I want to make this a serious career. I want to be a real and true writer. And to do that, I can’t write fic forever. 

I want to take this time to announce my project. I have solid characters and somewhat of a plot, but no real... timeline yet? 

I still have plans to finish Valla U. I in no way am abandoning Valla U, and apologize for the random hiatus. I have a clear ending for it. I have everything plotted out, I just need the time and energy to finish it. I’ve been going through several personal things in my life and I felt like updating was so much work and needed a break.

I just want to let you know, Valla U is not dead. The other series I have are not dead. They will be finished. They will be completed. 

After that, you may see a lot less fic from me as I work on my project and move from a fanfic writer’s blog to a real writer’s blog. 

This is my dream. I want to make it real.

Thank you for reading, for your support, and for everything you guys have done for me.

New Valla U should come out around New Years’.

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Well, I should finally be getting a new Valla U out soon. Finals are this week though, so I’m taking time to focus on that.

[fairylightwriter]

Commissions are closed until further notice. Something happened.

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Updated (and better worded) commissions post!

I got a couple asks that my commissions post was a bit... all over the place, so I rewrote them. Here they are!

I’m saving up to move out of a bad household, and to help with that, I have opened commissions!

Will do

Fluff

Most fandoms (just ask)

NSFW (I reserve the right to refuse any kink I'm not comfortable writing.)

Original Words/Characters (I will need a guidance sheet for this!)

Angst

Most ships

Slice of Life

Will NOT Do

Rape (CONSENSUAL S&M and Dom/Sub is fine), Pedophilia, Incest, Underage NSFW, age gaps that are quite considerable, bestiality, ETC. These are non negotiable. I will not write them.

Real life ships (Phan, etc)

Other (PM me to discuss.)

Payment: Payment is accepted via PAYPAL ONLY, If you are having extenuating circumstances, PM me and we can work something out.

Rate: Rate is 1 cent per word, 500 words minimum. I do not charge extra if I write over your asked limit. I will however charge .50 if you do not want your commission to be published.

Please send an ask, or even an IM, if you are interested! Thank you for reading, and I hope you'll commission me~!

If you would just like to donate out of the goodness of your heart, my ko-fi is here, and my paypal is here!

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Commission slot is closed!

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Commission/Trade- FE:A GaiusxFem!Robin Fluff

This was a commission from @thehollowedvocaloid, who asked for Fem!Robin x Gaius fluff in exchange for artwork! 

Commission Info/Donate/Ko-Fi

Peacetime had come, ever since the defeat of Grima. Gaius lived happily with his wife Robin in a tiny little home, who had picked up the art of baking and frequently made her husband sweets or candy, and he repaid with kisses and occasionally, he’d make something for her, too.

While Robin’s candy making skills weren’t top notch, she’d still make the effort

Life was perfect. Gaius had a (slightly) honest job in the markets, Robin was a top tactician of Ylisse royalty, and at the end of long and hard days, they could find solace in each others arms.

Well, things were nearly perfect….

Because she was the vessel of Grima, even after he was gone, Robin was haunted by night tremors and awful visions of the dragon. At night, in Gaius’s arms, she’d jump and tremble in her sleep, sometimes waking her husband, and causing concern in him as he helped her stop shaking and head back to sleep. It pressed on the back of his mind, and it worried him. He didn’t know what she dreamed of, what made her tremble in fear and shake until she was nearly in tears...

-

One night, after a particularly long day where Robin’s strategy meeting had to be put on hold because of Chrom’s sickness, and a tiring market shopping for groceries, Robin stumbled into their cozy home, tired as could be.

“Sorry, Gaius, I don’t think there’s going to be baking tonight…” She yawns. “I’m so… exhausted.”

He smirks. “Well, if there’s no baking tonight, at least let me have some of YOUR sugar, Bubbles.”

Robin’s face turns red at his innuendo. “G-Gaius!”

He laughs. “No, not that. I just want a cuddle, that’s all.”

Robin relaxes as she realizes his true intent. “O-oh… Of course, I’ll give you a cuddle. I missed you, after all.” She goes over and wraps his arms around him, breathing in the familiar scent of sugar. She used to hate it, but now she’s endeared by it, and it comforts her after a long and frustrating day, where she just wants to pull hair out of her pigtails, or at night… when the visions came, and she trembled and cried out….

..He’d be there, with his sugary scent and strong arms, to hold her and  assure her that she was okay, that she was safe, and it was all over. She’d bury herself into his chest, and be embarrassed when she found his heart was racing. Perhaps, being so close to her did that. And he enjoyed every moment of being Robin’s husband.

“Gaius…” She whined, hugging him tighter.

“Alright, alright. I’ll carry you.” He grabs her legs and lifts her up, holds her close as she cuddles into his chest.

“So warm…” she murmurs sleepily, and then actually drops off in her husband’s arms, who silently lchuckles..

He sits down on the couch and cradles his sleeping wife for a couple hours well into the night, and it’s about midnight, when she begins to tremble.

No…. no!

Gaius looks at her with alarm, and begins to shush softly. Please be okay, Bubbles.

We’re one and the same, The damned dragon is speaking to her again.

You are a monster. You will destroy. I will come back.

No.. no! I’m not! I’m nothing like you!

I’ll come back. You’re nothing but a ticking time bomb.

No, I’m not! Stop, Stop!

MonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonsterMONSTER

And all of a sudden, Robin screams, opening her eyes and thrashing about.

“N-No!”

She’s breathing heavily, hyperventilating, almost. She’s so frightened, and Gaius can tell that, and he just begins to rock her and cradle her while she’s having her panic attack, trying to soothe her in any way he can.

Eventually, her breathing returns to normal, and she looks at Gaius, tears running down her face, and hugs him.

“It was horrible, Gaius, horrible,” She babbles, unable to stop the tears. “It was Grima, saying we were one and the same, saying all sorts of horrible things, and, and… It was so terrribleeeee!” She sobs like a child in her husband’s arms, who looks at her, and his heart breaks.

She continues to sob, the sugary sent of her husband slowly calming her down.

“Robin. Listen. Hey.” Gaius says, looking at her.

Robin looks up with her glistening eyes, puzzled.

“You’re not like that damn demon. Not at all. I don’t give two shits about what that thing thinks. You’re not like it at all. You’re kind, and lovin’, and sweet. You try your best for everyone, no matter what. You’re not like it at all. It’s killed people. Ended worlds. You’re not like that at all…” Gaius wipes a tear from her cheek. “Don’t be afraid anymore. That damn things got nothing on you,” he winks.

Robin smiles slightly and nods. “Y-you’re right…. I am me, not Grima..” She nestles into his chest again, more calm than before.

The two stay like that, silent and breathing, until Gaius takes a breath.

“I love you, Bub- Robin.”

Robin giggles. “Try again.”

“ I love you, Robin…” He leans down, cheese ablush, and gives her a soft, sugar tinged kiss, soft and sweet.

“I love you too, Gaius,” the white haired woman whispered back.

And the two stayed there in each others embrace, long throughout the night.

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Commissions are open!

So, after thinking about it a bit, commissions are open! I need to save up to move out of my parents place. It’s not great here.

 Requests are closed right now and I’m clearing out the inbox. 4 commission slots are open at this time. Pricing is at 1 cent a word, 500 words minimum. Contact me for more info. Payment is due at the time of completion of your fic. 

If you want to just donate, my paypal is [email protected]

Thanks again!

[fairylightwriter]

Commission: Springman/Reader fluff

This was a commission done for @just-a-dumb-nerd, who requested springman/arms fluff!

As a reminder, if you’d like to commission me, my pricing is at a cent per word, and you can pay me via paypal. if you’d just like to donate, here is my paypal link, and here is my ko-fi!

While you had been living with Springman for only a couple of months now as his lover, you found yourself falling in love with him more and more, bit by bit. When he as bashfully asked you out (something you had found adorable to no end), you accepted happily, and there began your relationship with ARMS fighter Springman, as he grinned happily and hugged you tight.

When you two had saved up enough dough to move into a tiny apartment together, you happily moved out of your parents place in favor of living with your lover. You two slept in the same bed, where he would snore at night and you’d giggle groggily when it woke you up in the middle of the night.

Life was normal. Springman fought in ARMS matches, went to the gym, and ate pizza, and you worked, cheered him on in the fights, and went to the gym with him, because, to be honest, you were starting to see that gut from so many pizza nights with him.

You two were happy together. And there wasn’t anything else you could ever ask for. With Springman winning matches and getting sponsorships as the face of his gym, you two were financially stable and secured, monthly checks more than enough to cover the costs of the month, including rent, utilities, and Springman’s pizza addiction. You two didn’t have to worry about financial aspects of living together. Spending time together was also on your minds, whether it be cuddling while watching movies (and of course, eating pizza), working out at the gym together, or going out for a night in the town, your relationship was solid, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

It all seemed perfect, until you began to get a pain in your right side, near your lower abdomen.

You brushed it off as nothing. Probably pushed myself too hard at the gym the other day, you thought when the pain suddenly came during one of Springman’s matches. You shrugged it off and continued to cheer for him, and he won the match.

The pain didn’t go away.

It continued to build more and more, to the point where you were starting to think, deep in your mind, something was wrong. But still, you thought of it as nothing more than pushing yourself at the gym too hard, or eating too much pizza.

But one day, at the gym, while lifting weights, the pain was too much, and a sudden stab of it made you cry out and nearly drop your weights.

“S-Spring!” You cried out, sitting up and holding your right side, taking sharp inhales, and panting, “M-my side… it.. Hurts so bad…”

Springman noticed you were in pain, stopped talking to his manager, and rushed over to you. “Y/N! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“S-side… hurts… so badly… c-can’t move….” You manage to pant out, and then hiss as another pain stabs you. “C-call an ambulance…”

Springman, unusually panicked, gives you a quick kiss on your forehead, and then calls out “Ambulance! Ambulance!”

As he leaves, you’re suddenly unable to sit up, and you vomit the eggs and toast you had for breakfast that morning, and Springman cries out worriedly as he and a staff member rush over to you.

“D-don’t worry, babe. Ambulance is on it’s way.” Strong man that he was, le’s able to lift you easily and cradle you in his arms, humming, trying to calm you, but it’s out of tune and panic is leaking into his voice, so you giggle weakly, smiling at him.

“B-babe… don’t worry. Please just hang on,” he whispers as your eyes begin to get heavy.

“Spring…” you whimper. “I love you.. Don’t leave….”

“Never in a million years,” He says, kissing your forehead. “I’ll always be here for ya.”

As your eyes begin to close, you hear someone come into the gym and yell, “Stretcher!”

-

Your eyes flutter, and you hear vague words.

“Appendicitis…nearly ruptured...surgery required,”

Your eyes open fully, and you find yourself hit in the face with the smell of sterilization. Your room is white with bright lights, white walls, and a bed you’re lying in. There’s an IV in your arm and the steady beeps of monitors all around you.

Out in the hall, you see Springman talking to a man in a white lab coat and glasses, presumably explaining what’s wrong with you and how to fix it. When he looks at you and sees you’re awake, he smiles and walks into the room. “Ah, I see our guest is awake,” he says, holding a clipboard. “Glad to see you’re ok, Y/N. My name is Doctor Smith. I’ll be helping you today.”

“Doctor… what’s wrong with me?” you croak.

“Your appendix is about to rupture. You have appendicitis. If it’s not removed, it’ll rupture, and it will cause sepsis, which is very bad. So we need to have surgery done ASAP to remove it. Are you ok with that?”

“Y-yes! Of course… but.. I’m afraid.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry. There’s a near 100 survival rate. And with someone as fit as you are, it’s very unlikely you’ll die during surgery.”

Reassured, you lean back. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready… I am. Doctor Smith, please schedule the next appointment available...”

“Yes. Seems like our next one is available in the morning…” He looks at his papers. “I’ll go talk to the surgeon, then. I’ll give you two some privacy.”

Springman grins as the doctor leaves. “Babe, I know you’ll be okay! There’s no need to worry! I’ll be there for ya every single step of the way!”

You smile at Spring’s positivity and attitude. “Oh, Spring… Always so optimistic.”

He grins even bigger. “Hells yeah! What’s the use of worrying? Ya just need to recover for a bit afterwards.” He sweeps back your messy bangs and kisses your forehead lightly. “Don’t worry… I’m always here for ya.”

You smile. Oh, Spring…

“Come here,” You say as you scooch over to make room. “And cuddle me.”

He gladly obliges, and nestles himself in your bed, as you make yourself comfortable on his chest as he wraps his springy arms around you. You always loved them. They made you feel so warm and safe.

He looks at you and blushes. “I love ya, Y/N.”

You smile and giggle. “Say it again.”

“I love ya.”

“Again…” You bury your face in his chest, where you can hear his heart racing.

“I love ya, Y/N. I’ll always love ya, now and forever. You’re so..rad.”

You laugh, pulling yourself away and looking your lover in the eye.

“I love you too, Spring. And I know the surgery will go all right.”

-

After the surgery, which was successful, you recuperated in the apartment, drinking chicken broth Spring spoon fed to you, sleeping, and doing simple exercises in the bed, such as arm curles. Surprisingly, Spring turned down matches and skipped gym meetings to take care of you, telling you about matches he had fought in before he met you and just watching movies with you.

One night, as you were watching a movie, he suddenly held you tight, and kissed your lips. His kisses were always something you looked forward to. Soft and gentle. Loving.

“I love ya, Y/N,” He said bashfully as he pulled away.

You look at him. Springman, the love of your life. And you’d always be together.

“I love you too, Springman.”

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All four slots are opened again!

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Slot is opened!

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Also, I forgot to mention, I do not charge extra if I write over your asked limit! I do charge .50 extra if you would not like your fic to be publicly posted, however.

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I am also an understanding person and I’m totally willing to negotiate on prices, if you need it be!

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Another slot is filled! Two slots are left!