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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Nat owns a cat. An evil cat. A cat that even Hawkeye can’t get near. Except this cat – this tiny terror named after a literal Russian evil spirit – well, she doesn’t just tolerate Bucky, she fucking likes him. Or, at least, she lets him pet her, pick her up, and take her back to his quarters, but now the cat is staying with him. Which sucks.

 

Bucky and Nat wind up as a thing nearly by accident… but mostly by cats.

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Look at that! I think this is the FIRST time I have EVER posted a multichapter work in its entirety.

Whoa.

Thanks to @ussfriendship for letting me literally write chapter one to her in chunks on discord, and to @weepingnaiad for the amazing beta and title ideas!

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Clint Barton Bingo Master Post

I actually managed a bingo this time - woohoo! - and cranked out 63,622 words this round, too!

All works were fanfics; some one shots and some ongoing, but all clearly labeled below. Had a fun time with @clintbartonbingo​ this round, and I’m hoping to finish some of these fics out during the amnesty period.

Title: Worse Than Lost Rating: Mature Pairing: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes (eventual WinterHawk) Wordcount: 29455 (8 chapters and counting) Warnings: No major warnings Bingos: Ch1, Road Trip (O3); Ch2, Brock Rumlow (G5); Ch3, But she needs me… (G4); Ch4, Expectation (G1); Ch5, Secret (O1); Ch6, Superhuman Strength (O4), Ch8, Clint Barton’s Farm (O2) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21254420/chapters/50606147

Title: Love Run A’Fowl Rating: Teen Pairing: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes (WinterHawk) Wordcount: 1821 (one-shot) Warnings: No major warnings Bingo: Cock-warming (I5) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21262376

Title: Pilled and Pilfered Rating: Teen Pairing: Clint Barton/Matt Murdock (DareHawk/Mint) Wordcount: 3510 (one-shot) Warnings: No major warnings Bingo: Didn’t know they were dating (B3) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21398269

Title: All I Want for Christmas… Rating: Teen Pairing: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes (WinterHawk) Wordcount: 6604 (one-shot) Warnings: No major warnings Bingo: Airvent (B1) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22055041

Title: Not a Place, But a Feeling Rating: Teen Pairing: Clint Barton/Steve Rogers (AmeriHawk) Wordcount: 20288 (4 chapters and counting) Warnings: No major warnings Bingos: Ch2, Peter Parker (O5), Ch3, Phil Coulson (I4), Ch4, Rooftop (N2) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20767343/chapters/49347917

Title: My Lack Rating: Explicit Pairing: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson (Phlint) Wordcount: 1944 (one-shot) Warnings: No major warnings Bingo: Sex at Work (I3) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22162591

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Last line (or snippet) tag

@downwarddnaspiral tagged me to share the last line or a snippet of my WIP (as if there’s just one *shruggy*), so I’m pasting it below.

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“Do you want to hand him off, Jim?”

“Uh- If you want.” It was probably the better idea, even if there was something oddly comforting for Bucky about holding the toddler on his lap, especially knowing giving Nate up would leave him alone with Clint and Lila. Bucky lifted him, holding Nate out for Laura to take now that her shoes were on. “Bye, kiddo.”

“No bye.” Nate’s face scrunched in on itself, and he balled his fists in Bucky’s long-sleeve. “Stay wiff Dime...”

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Tagging @weepingnaiad, @sevdrag, & @lizabethl; y’all better check in with those WIPS, ladies! (Plus, this proves I’m still working on it for you, WeepingNaiad!)

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Fanfic Commissions

Hey, all! Putting this up because I had the genius idea to move two months ago, and planned it for this past week. Which would’ve been fine, if – for the same reason we’re all inside – my job hadn’t decided to stop existing; so I’m opening up for commissions (and taking donations) just to keep afloat for a little while.

Here’s the stuff I’ve already written for reference: https://archiveofourown.org/users/fadedsepia

Stories will be posted to AO3, then linked back on tumblr. Finished stories will be delivered in 1-2 weeks, universe providing nothing else goes wrong?

Pricing Scheme:

Donate between $1 and $5 (buy me a cuppa?) and I’ll write you a silly mini blurb, draw a bad doodle, or send you a picture of one of my snek-babies doing a silly.

$5+: 500-1000 words

$10: 1000-1500 words

$15: 1500-2000 words

$20: 2000-3000 words

$30: 3000-4000 words

$40: 4000-5000 words

$50: 5000+ words, but hit me up first

Want something longer? Hit me up and we'll discuss pricing.

Request only need: a character/relationship + a prompt, concept, or 1-2 sentences on what you’re thinking; longer fics may have longer prompts

Fandoms:

Keeping it pretty tightly contained for the moment.

MCU/Marvel Television/General Marvel (I’ve dipped my toes into a good many ponds, so just ask.)

Voltron Legendary Defender

Gundam Wing

Any others: Contact me

Love to Write:

Fluff! Soft and sweet, the fluffier the better. (Imagine a sheep made of spun sugar.)

Tropes!

Spooky stories and frightening fic.

Retold faerie tales.

Alternate universes!

Any characters, pairings / relationships

Continuations of anything I’ve posted on AO3

Will Not Write:

Hate fic

RPF

Choose your own adventure fic

Character x Reader fic

Smut only commissions, PWP, or requests specifically for sexually explicit fic. Let’s discuss if you’re interested.

Payment Details:

For $15 and under: pay all at once, up front

For over $15: pay 50% before and 50% on fic delivery

I will reduce the price if I am late or have to delay

If you need something in a hurry, we can discuss rush fees to up your priority in the queue

I do want to put a final note here: I’m not doing this because I think fanfics should be paid for, and I’m still going to keep updating the fics I’ve started (and keep writing others). Once I’m more stable, I’ll be picking back up on the free prompts as well. I’m in a tight spot at the moment, and I can’t in good conscience ask for donations without offering something in return. If you can’t help, share the link or reblog, please! I’m so grateful for all of you, regardless.

To request a commission: Reply to this post or DM me, and I’ll respond so we can work out the details.

Again, even a reblog is super appreciated!

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Scribble Saturday

Because WIP Weekend is cool, but... Anyway, have some phone smashes of mild spoopers.

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The last rooster screams like a dying man, and Bucky bolts awake. It's half three, their room lit only by embers Steve is asleep on the other side of the room, tiny frame curled against Nat closer to the hearth. Sam's broken snores trickle back to him from the bed beside his own. Mr. Coulson is dozing in the rocker nearest the front door.

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WIP Wednesday

Here's an excerpt from the upcoming fourth chapter of the WinterHawk Noir one-shot that no longer is.

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Clint was so focused on Bucky that he forgot to think about him before asking, “Need a hand?” 

“You got a spare ‘round here?” Bucky groused back at him. He’d gotten the shirt up his arm and around his back, but he was having trouble keeping it closed to get it buttoned. Bucky sighed, turning to face Clint, shirt still hanging open. “If you would?”

“Of course.” Bending to do up Bucky’s buttons was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, Clint had to duck, which meant he was below Bucky’s sightline, so the other man wouldn’t catch him staring. But, conversely, it put him close enough to feel the heat of Bucky’s skin through his shirt and underclothes, and for Clint to brush the back of his hand against him a few times. It also gave him a prime view when Bucky winced as he shifted away to tuck his shirt in and shrug up his suspenders. “I saw that.”

“I’m fine.” Bucky slid past him, heading for the kitchen. “Just gimme an aspirin?”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So I didn't plan to write another The Witcher as told by Roach fic, but... blame @lizabethl (mostly), and @ussfriendship (because I can spread the blame around all friendly like).

More horse, more snark, and now with more unpleasantries befitting a Witcher fic.

Or, to paraphrase @lizabethl's eloquent words, get ready to maybe cry over an asshole horse.

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WIP Thursday

Trying to be like my buddies @weepingnaiad and @lizabethl and do actual work, but... I wrote Bucky-cat instead, so... Here's that.

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“Agent Barton. Agent Romanov. It is very good to see you both.”

Clint nodded up toward the elevator ceiling as the doors closed in front of them. He offered the AI’s connected camera a smile as he leaned into the back wall of the elevator car, cat carrier resting on the floor beside him. “Extra formal today, eh, JARVIS?”

“I am meeting a new guest. I cannot say that sir would be happy were I to allow him in, but–” A conspiratory chuckle sounded above him. – “Sir has left me in charge, and I am allowing it.”