#fall fic exchange

[rayssion]

Solangelo fic idea because I love them,

Soulmate au wherein once you're claimed the mark of your soulmate appears as a tattoo on your body, it might be the same place as your soulmate, it might be different. If your soulmate is a mortal then only a letter 'M' appears.

Everyone is so worked up because Will never showed his mark, some of them speculated his soulmate is a mortal, some of them argued that it could be unrequited love like his soulmate might be Annabeth but she found her soulmate so he's destined to be alone. No one knows for sure, except for his sister Kayla.

The helm of darkness? Geez who could it be? The only child of Hades out there is Nico di Angelo. Will is 100% sure that the boy despise his guts, also he heard from Kayla that the boy already has a crush, and he's not sure if the concept applies on roman demigods, but didn't Hazel have a soulmate already?

Will never shows his mark, he felt devastated especially that the son of Hades is quite distanced.

Nico tries to operate between his pitiful crush on Percy, Jason who's urging him to let go and find himself another person, and his own mark.

The little sun tattooed on the side of his torso.

Funny thing, everyone thinks his soulmate is a mortal.

#bonus if people were treating Will like he's the epitome of straightness #like Nico's mark tells him it's a child of Apollo #so he just assumes it's a girl and he doesn't like the idea #so here there a lot of shit until Will confronts him and asks him if there are more children of Hades somewhere #he answers no. not that he knows #another time Will asks him about Pluto then and Nico replies the same #“listen. I don't know what's going on but my mark is the helm of darkness. can you help me find my soulmate but please don't tell anyone?” #then cue the journey looking for Will's soulmate #Nico thinking it's a girl but also can't help himself but falls for the boy. he might be his soulmate after all #and Will just having identity crisis until he says fuck it and kisses Nico one night #blah blah blah marks exchanged everyone's happy the end #nico di angelo #william andrew solace #will solace #will x nico #nico x will #nico and will #solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #solangelo fic #solangelo fic idea #post hoo #hoo #look at me providing you guys with a happy ending

[itsevidentvery]

For Fitzier Exchange 2023, a profoundly shameless Las Vegas Wedding AU for the mighty and talented @vandrawsing.

#Fall fitzier exchange 2023 #The terror amc #Fitzier #My fic #Vandrawsing

[pyrriax]

the shrike & the fox (to consume the stars)

Summary:

Zam isn't the the same, anymore. Bridges lie burned to ash all around as he stands on an island of his own making, wondering: Where did I go wrong? And the answer comes swift, like the fires of wars and severed alliances. Across from him stands Vitalasy, brimming with rage bright as stars. Karma has teeth, and revenge is covered in thorns.

Relationships: Vitalasy &/ PrinceZam Word Count: 3222 (+ 222 if you count the note/secondary summary) Notes & Warnings: Cannibalism, violence, temporary death, this isn't canon accurate and is fuzzy on the timeline but suspend your disbelief a little, things go... Somewhere. Very quickly.

A late pinch hit for @blubfishblue for the @mcytblrholidayexchange !

#haunted ecosystem #haunted bookshelf #fic: the shrike & the fox #lifesteal smp #princezam #vitalasy #dont those two have a duo name. i cant remember. #this fic falls into a weird space where its distinctly. not platonic to me. but it could be read a plethora of ways. #these two are kismesis' to me #mcytblr holiday exchange

[leafannarchive]

for a while you were all mine

— dnf, rated t, 20.9k words

dream and george are just roommates. or are they?

#a gift for my friend grape!! i got them in an exchange that ended up falling through but i wanted to post anyway 🫶 #dnf #my fics

[thesistersarcheron]

Pairing: human Elain Archeron x fae Azriel Shadowsinger Rating: E Summary: After learning of her younger sister's fate Under the Mountain, Elain Archeron struggled to envision her future as the lady of the Nolan estate. Sometimes, when she woke in the night and the iron band of her engagement ring was cold as ice on her finger, she knew only dread. She had no such trouble with the fearsome faerie male who made a habit of checking on her nearly every day. It might have been some trick, a faerie enchantment or thrall, but falling in love with him was the easiest thing she ever did.

Lucien’s voice was quiet, broken, as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.” Nesta whirled on him, furious, but it was Azriel whose agonized groan rent the air. Every word he ground out through his gritted teeth was raw. “She’s my wife.”

An ACOTAR Secret Santa Gift Exchange 2022 present for @ultadverb. Read this fic on AO3 here!

Azriel’s blood was too slick and too warm on his leathers, and the hands Mor kept braced on his back and his chest had gone utterly numb.

Across the room, wearing nothing more than their stained, torn nightgowns and rope, two human women wept and raged as they were dragged into the heart of Hybern’s throne room.

And with the appearance of the Archeron sisters, the tiniest shavings of hope that she might get Azriel to Feyre and administer some of her healing blood to the dying male in her arms disintegrated.

With a harsh breath, Azriel managed to lift his head too, to follow that wretched sound that cleaved the silence left in the wake of Feyre’s stunned horror. Mor knew the moment he saw them; his form tensed, the muscled mass of him sliding out of her arms. It was Cassian alone who kept Azriel upright as their brother tripped forward half a step, his teeth bared.

“You made a very big mistake,” the king was saying, and Mor paid him no mind as she scanned the guards surrounding Feyre’s sisters. She cataloged every weapon, every gap in their armor, every twitch.

Nesta was twisting and kicking. Elain was trembling, sobbing and wide-eyed, as Mor met her gaze.

“Mor, grab him,” Cassian hissed beneath his breath as Azriel shifted again. Mor forced feeling back into her fingers and twisted them into the straps across Az’s chest. Her heart clenched as he moaned beneath his breath, but she kept her grip firm, holding him steady.

Holding him back.

She didn’t have to restrain him for long once the king’s eyes flicked back to them as he spoke, his voice a slithery, disgusting thing in her ear.

“...I do not wish to invade the continent—but to work with them. My powers ensconced their court from prying eyes, just to show them the benefits.” Smirking, he waved a lazy hand. Even though he snarled, Azriel sagged between Mor and Cassian again as the bloodbane undoubtedly surged through his veins. “Such impressive attempts to infiltrate their sacred palace, Shadowsinger—and utter proof to their Majesties, of course, that your court is not as benevolent as you seem.”

Mor’s boots slid in the pool of blood growing beneath their feet. “Fuck.”

Somewhere beside them, Feyre hissed, “If you do not let my sisters go, I will slaughter—”

The king interrupted, but Mor’s ears rang with the truth of Feyre's fury.

And, as if in agreement with her, Azriel’s hand twitched on her shoulder like he meant to lift it off and go for his blade. Mor clamped her hand around his wrist—and for once, her competitive, cunning friend didn’t fight back or try to subvert her attention while he made an escape.

He was too weak to shake her.

Gods above. Every breath filled her with icy dread.

On Azriel’s other side, Cassian seemed similarly inclined toward violence. When Mor dared a glance, his eyes were burning, as if smoldering hatred had turned them to live embers.

The queens joined the conversation then, the hateful, scheming bitches who had tarnished Andromache's legacy and doomed the mortals to a war that would decimate them. Mor could have cried out at the injustice of it. They were chattering, bargaining away lives, while Azriel was dying—

“Eternal youth,” the king boasted. “Do you deny the benefits? A mortal queen becomes one who might reign forever. Of course, there are risks—the transition can be... difficult. But a strong- willed individual could survive.”

“Show us. Demonstrate it can be done, that it is safe.”

The words slid in Mor’s ear and out the other, whisked away by the terror that seized her as Azriel’s breathing grew shallower, sweat beading along his brow. He was still staring at the sisters and their guards, but he must have felt her gaze on his face. When his eyes met hers, they were glazed with pain, the skin between them furrowed.

His head dipped lower, so close that his brow met hers, his damp hair clinging to her skin. His scent, familiar mist and cedar, was saturated with terror. His lips ghosted over her cheek and then met her ear.

“Please.”

A dying wish. Mor had to swallow her sob.

“I’ve got it,” she promised him. It was lie and truth in one; she doubted she would be able to keep it if Azriel died, if any of her family died in this hellhole... But for Azriel, for him, she would do anything. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ve got it.”

Azriel shuddered, the smallest of thankful nods, and Mor tore her eyes off of him, staring over his shoulder at the human women again. At vicious Nesta, who still confounded and infuriated her at every turn but now kept herself between the guards and her little sister. At kind, gentle Elain Archeron, and the tears streaking her face and soaking her gag, her eyes pleading.

Mor took a breath.

Save them, and save her family.

Save them, and save Azriel.

A loathsome, vile name snagged Mor’s attention, and then Lucien Vanserra’s courtier-smooth voice cracked as he said, “She sold out—she sold out Feyre’s family. To you.”

Ianthe.

Mor could have echoed the silent, pained growl that vibrated in Azriel’s chest. She added that name to the long, long list she kept in the back of her mind. Centuries of loathing the witch, and now—

She was Feyre’s to kill. Nesta’s and Elain’s, too, if they had the stomach for it, but…

“Sold out?” The king had the gall to laugh. “Or saved from the shackles of mortal death? Ianthe suggested they were both strong-willed women, like their sister. No doubt they’ll survive. And prove to our queens it can be done. If one has the strength.”

Cassian surged as Feyre snapped at the king, seeing something Mor hadn’t, and then—

“I would suggest bracing yourselves.”

Fire and light and unholy magic exploded.

Mor hit her knees hard so hard that she felt the reverberation of the blow in her teeth, her jaw aching, but Cassian—

Cassian was screaming, a soul-shredding noise she’d never heard him make before, and blood was in the air, clogging her senses with a metallic, pungent, unwelcome mist.

Blood and membrane.

His wings.

She threw herself at Cassian and his shredded, sprawling wings with a wild screech, reaching for the power leashed deep inside her. It was no use; there was no accessing her magic, no throwing up a wall between them and the king.

But Cassian was already clutching her, dragging her off of him with shaking hands, ordering, “Go, go!”

“You’re wounded,” Mor bit back. Her hands only hovered over his ruined wings, though, unsure where to begin, how not to destroy those beautiful, damaged limbs any further.

Behind her, she heard Elain cry out with wild urgency. Azriel, prone on the flagstones, twitched in response.

“The sisters,” Cassian slapped her hands away, his Siphons glimmering weakly. Pure command filled his voice, weak as it was, as he ordered, “Go!”

So Mor went, harnessing wrath instead of magic as she drew a dagger and threw herself at the king on the dais, making herself a willing distraction and sidestepping the black curse he flung at her—

And then froze as the king waved his hand and made Azriel cry out, fresh agony in that sound.

The king’s eyes were filled with too-familar greed as he regarded her with black eyes. “What a mighty queen you are. What a prize.”

Mor didn’t dare glance at the chaos unfolding behind her as she lifted her hands and backed away. As she returned to Azriel’s side.

Cold, roiling disgust churned in her stomach. Unnatural. That gaze…

It left her, locking on something behind her, and Mor knew only fear and the bitter taste of a promise broken as she fell to her knees beside Azriel, beside Feyre where she now tended to Cassian. She couldn’t meet his eyes as she pressed her hand to the wound in his chest again, willing that poison away from his heart with all she had. Despite her failure, there was gratitude in the way he curled one scarred hand over her own.

But she could barely look at him as he tracked the king’s gaze and lifted his head, his grip tightening on Mor, and snarled at the king with renewed wrath written into every line of his tortured, tensed body, “Don’t you touch her.”

If the king heard him, he made no indication of it. “Put the prettier one in first.”

Feyre lunged, guards lunged, Rhys lunged, and Azriel screamed, his body contorting as the poison spread again. His head fell back, his eyes clenched shut.

“If any of you interfere, the shadowsinger dies. Pity about the other brute’s wings.” Mor glanced upward to catch the king’s mocking bow toward the sisters as he said, “Ladies, eternity awaits. Prove to their Majesties the Cauldron is safe for… strong-willed individuals.”

No, no, no.

Her head whipped back to Feyre’s sisters, back to Elain as she trembled and stumbled forward, pushed toward the Cauldron by the guards. A glimmer caught Mor’s eye, a slim band of metal on the girl’s ring finger, and her heart dropped again.

A future. Elain Archeron was supposed to have a future. Not… not whatever this would do. Whatever horrors the king would mete out.

“Mor.” Azriel’s low voice was a near-silent rumble.

Mor held him. “I know.”

Fight, she ordered the kind slip of a woman in her mind, willing her to hear it, having never been so desperate to share her cousin’s daemati power. Fight.

A clamor filled the hall as both of Elain’s sisters struggled, as Tamlin and Lucien tried weakly to command a king in his own domain, as water rushed into the Cauldron from some space between worlds. The static of latent magic singed Mor’s nerves, the wrongness of the liquid that vast metal basin all too apparent. She didn’t dare move as Elain was shuffled closer and closer, only watching as the ring on her hand sparkled and shone in the dim light.

In the chaos, the king collared and chained a High Lord of Prythian. Tamlin's right hand staggered forward to put a stop to Elain’s undoing—only to be leashed beside him.

And finally, finally, Elain threw herself backward, shouting and wrenching at the hands pulling her to the dais. Azriel loosed a rasping, shaking breath—but Mor didn’t dare look away from the woman as she kicked and writhed. Her foot dipped into the water on a kick, and Azriel’s grasp on Mor’s hand turned bruising as Elain shrieked. It was a sound of pure terror and pain.

And in the next instant, the cry was drowned as Elain was unceremoniously shoved below the surface.

Mor kept her eyes on the Cauldron, every second Elain was under slower than the last.

She kept her eyes on the deluge of unholy, tainted water as it tipped.

She kept her eyes on the body that emerged. As Elain took her first breath, the sound sending a silent, shuddering wave of relief through the throne room. As Elain found some deep well of strength and pushed herself upward, revealing her glowing skin and pointed ears to her breathless audience. As the Vanserra boy broke his bonds and did one good thing by covering the shivering, exposed female with his jacket.

All the while, Mor kept watch because Azriel couldn’t.

In her periphery, she saw Nesta follow her sister into the Cauldron. Saw a death-promise made and felt the raw honesty in it. Saw Cassian reach for her. Saw Feyre vomit as Nesta was poured out like Elain, Made into something altogether strange and different.

And although Nesta emerged with some terrible power trailing in her wake, Mor still watched Elain. She watched until Nesta threw herself at her sister, her own grief turning into a vicious attack on Lucien as she pushed and clawed.

“Elain, Elain, Elain,” Nesta sobbed once she had her sister in her grasp. Beneath Mor’s palm, Azriel’s heart beat to the same rhythm.

Azriel held tight to her wrist, and asked desperately, almost silently, “What's happening."

Mor didn’t know what to say or how to describe the way Elain stared vacantly over Nesta’s shaking shoulder. How Lucien took a small, hesitant step forward, his hands raised…

She didn’t need to. Lucien’s voice was shaking, broken, but audible as a crack of thunder cleaving the room as he whispered to Elain, “You’re my mate.”

Nesta whirled on him, furious, but it was Azriel whose agonized groan rent the air.

Mor tore her attention from Elain just in time to see Azriel’s glazed hazel eyes open, to murmur a warning as he pushed himself up on his elbows. More blood rushed out between her fingers, but Azriel ignored her and took a wet, rasping breath at the sight of Elain.

Of the glittering silver and sapphire ring that Mor knew she wore only to bed.

Azriel batted her away when she tried to push him back down, pinning Lucien Vanserra with the dark look she had only ever seen him wear on battlefields.

Every word he ground out through his gritted teeth was raw.

“She’s my wife.”

I'm so sorry for spending the last month sneaking around and trying to trick you (I'm not sure it worked and you definitely knew this fic was coming well in advance), but I do hope you know that I'd only write a nine chapter Christmas gift with an absolutely absurd premise like this for you. 💕 There's a longer apology and a link to this fic's playlist on AO3!

Also, you said you wanted wingwoman Mor, so please enjoy this gratuitous serving of Mor facilitating all of Azriel's most impulsive decisions to date.

#elriel #azriel shadowsinger #elain archeron #acotar secret santa 2022 #elain x azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #my fics #elain #azriel #ultadverb #acotar secret santa gift exchange 2022 #the fic where elain gets cold feet and chooses the nuclear option of eloping with a fae male #and az gives into his wildest impulses and lets himself fall in love with the human woman #and mor wins the award of wingwoman of the century

[steddie-there]

Just another bit of my Steddie wip Holding Out for a Hero (ETA: new name - I'd Fall For You Twice). It rapidly got away from me, as this particular story has been wont to do 😅 (over 18,000 words and counting!)

Eddie’s curled up on the couch in the living room, afternoon sunlight slanting warm across his shoulders and onto the notebook on his lap. He’s sketching a new tattoo design, a baseball bat studded with nails surrounded by winding vines and a fucked up monster bat. Steve’s quiet steps shuffle into the room and Eddie raises his cheek for a kiss but doesn’t look up from his work. There’s a moment of nothing and Eddie smirks, knowing Steve is rolling his eyes, but then he feels the press of lips against his skin and he sighs happily.

Steve settles next to him on the couch and it’s quiet for a while.

“Hey, Eds, I, uh, I have something for you.” There’s something about the way Steve says it, the uncharacteristic nervousness, that has Eddie tearing his eyes from his notebook and focusing on his boyfriend.

Steve is holding his hand out toward him, fist clasped tightly around something Eddie can’t see. He tilts his head sideways, studying the outstretched hand before he meets Steve’s eyes, questioning.

“Oh, come on, just hold out your hand. It’s not anything weird, I promise,” Steve says, rolling his eyes, any hint of nerves gone now.

Eddie has to bite back a giggle because, out of the two of them, Steve is not the one who drops weird things into people’s hands. No, that would be Eddie. Like two days ago, when he caught and handed Steve a tiny frog while they were walking through the woods behind Loch Nora. Or the leaf with a ladybug crawling across it a few days before that.

So he holds out his hand, palm up, and blinks when something silvery plinks into it. Then blinks again as he stares at the item now resting in his palm. His eyes widen.

It’s a ring. A class ring. Steve’s class ring.

Eddie blinks. Blinks again. The inside of his chest has gone all fluttery and his breath hitches a little and, as usual, the soft squeeze to his heart melts the connection between his brain and his mouth.

“Isn’t it a little early in our relationship for rings, Stevie?”

Steve opens his mouth. Closes it. “I - no, that’s - that’s not what I - I just wanted you to have something of mine! I thought, you know, this might - work. The best. With your - your style,” he babbles, gesturing to Eddie’s multitude of rings.

There’s that squeeze to his heart again. Not just because of the gift and the thought that went into it, but because a flustered Steve is an adorable Steve. And a very teaseable Steve.

“Why, Steve Harrington, are you asking me to go steady?” Eddie asks, mischief in his tone as he bats his eyes playfully up at Steve.

“Eddie!” Steve splutters, blush spreading up his cheeks. “You know what, never mind, I’ll just take it back, clearly this was a bad - “ he reaches for the ring as he speaks, but Eddie clutches it to his chest possessively.

“Nope, this is mine now. No take backs. You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.”

It has the desired effect of making Steve snort a laugh and murmur, “That’s why I gave it to you, ya dork,” as he runs a hand through his hair.

They’re quiet for a moment, Eddie turning the ring this way and that, admiring the way the clear stone set in the middle catches the light, Steve watching and pretending he isn’t still feeling a little self-conscious.

Finally, Eddie glances up at Steve from under his lashes. “Put it on me?” he asks, uncharacteristically shy, as he tentatively holds out the ring.

Steve smiles, the one that lights up his whole face, that makes Eddie feel like he’s looking directly into the sun. He takes the ring and Eddie’s right hand and slips the band onto the middle finger. Then he brings Eddie’s hand to his lips, presses a kiss to the ring, and oh Eddie might actually combust now.

He tugs a lock of hair over his mouth, trying to hide the blush he can feel rising up his neck. But Steve just grins knowingly. With one last, lingering press of his lips to Eddie's hand, he drops it in favor of gently tucking Eddie's riot of curls behind his ears, even the one he's trying to hide behind.

"There you are," he murmurs, eyes locked with Eddie's. He gently cups Eddie's cheeks, runs his thumbs across the skin under his eyes like there’s something precious there, like Eddie is something precious. And all Eddie can do is stare into those honeyed eyes, his lips parted and heartbeat kicking up more than a few notches.

Steve’s grin turns soft and he presses a gentle kiss to Eddie’s lips before leaning their foreheads together. Eddie’s eyes slip closed, needing that illusory barrier to settle his jumping pulse. It still all feels so new, is so new, but that’s not what has his breath catching in his throat. Because, despite the newness and despite the fact that it is still totally incomprehensible that Steve wants Eddie, of all people, he can’t deny how right it feels to sit so close to Steve that their breath is mingling and their hearts are beating in sync.

For just a moment, Eddie can see them in his mind’s eye, sitting exactly like this - but they’re older, gray in their hair, crow’s feet at the corners of their eyes, and laugh lines framing their mouths - and he wants so desperately that he doesn’t even think before he’s pulling back, hands going up to his neck.

Steve frowns, a question forming on his lips, but then Eddie is yanking the chain with his guitar pick over his head and holding it out to Steve. He swallows, takes a breath. “I want you to have something, too. Something of mine.” Something of me, he doesn’t say, but it’s there between them anyway.

And now it’s Steve’s turn to just stare for a moment, for his breath to stutter in his chest. He gingerly takes the pick from Eddie’s fingers, holding it like it’s made of crystal and not just plastic, and slips the chain over his own head. 

“This is the one that you used in -” he starts to ask, voice hushed.

“In the Upside Down, yeah,” Eddie answers, just as softly.

With quiet reverence, Steve runs his fingers along the smooth edge, then just brings the pick up to his lips and holds it there for a moment, his eyes distant.

That squeezing sensation seems to have taken up permanent residence in Eddie’s chest. He can’t take his eyes from Steve and he knows if he opens his mouth now, he’ll say something wrong or crazy or too soon, too fast. Something like I love you or marry me or I wish I could climb inside you and live there forever. But he’s also terrible at stopping himself from doing anything, so he opens his mouth

and laughs.

Immediately, he claps his hands over his mouth because he didn’t mean to do that, it’s precisely the wrong reaction to the most romantic moment he’s ever experienced in his entire life. Even saying “I love you” would have been better than this. Because he’s laughing and Steve is looking up at him with a flash of something in his eyes and his shoulders are shaking and oh dear god, I’ve completely fucked this up, haven’t I? and if he could bury himself in the couch cushions he would, because he cannot handle the hurt he knows he’ll see in every line of Steve’s body, because Steve is… Steve is laughing, too.

Steve is laughing, too?

Eddie stares at the other boy, at his mouth stretched wide around his laughter, his face lit up with relief and mirth and joy and love and sheer astonishment - all the emotions Eddie feels swirling in his own burst of laughter. And then he’s laughing again, too, and they’re leaning into each other, giggles spilling past their lips even as they press them together and cling to each other’s shoulders to stay upright.

They laugh until their stomachs hurt and then keep laughing, quiet giggles escaping every so often as they kiss and hold and breathe each other in. They’re so immersed that they don’t even hear the front door open or Robin’s voice calling to them from the entryway. They don’t notice her step into the room and stop and stare at the manic picture they make. They have absolutely no clue she’s even there until she says, “Hold up, are you two high?”

They look up at her, blinking like deer in the headlights, before Steve catches Eddie’s eye and they dissolve back into gales of laughter.

“You two are so weird,” Robin mutters, dropping her bag on the coffee table and heading for the kitchen. If she has to deal with them the way they are right now, she needs a snack.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #holding out for a hero #<- it's about fifty fifty at this point that i won't be keeping that name #this fic is running itself at this point and its not going quite the way i originally envisioned 😅 #but that's okay because the direction it's taking itself is working for me #also i am so terribly soft for my ships exchanging rings or necklaces or some symbol of them belonging together #it's about each of them having a little piece of the other to remind them how loved they are #and it's beautiful #and eddie is definitely the kind of person who reacts in unexpected ways when he's overwhelmed with emotion #thus the laughter #but steve gets it and he loves it about eddie and i really hope that comes through here #ETA: new title is I'd Fall For You Twice #i'd fall for you twice

[xfilesfanficexchange]

NEW FANFICTION EXCHANGE ANNOUNCEMENTS!

We're waiting on the final One Bed fics to come in, but in the meantime, I wanted to make sure to get the exchange sign ups out for those ready for more!

In typical exchanges, there are certain things participants are discouraged from asking for. In particular: triggering content, ships other than MSR, and non-XF related content.

I realize these limitations can be annoying to individuals who enjoy this content, and I never want to exclude anyone from participating. So for the October/November exchanges, we will be focusing on THREE themes that allow the aforementioned tropes that are usually banned.

I would like to announce the following new exchanges (details on each to follow)! 

The Darkfic Exchange (October 29th)

The Stella/Scully Exchange (November 5th)

The Slash Exchange (November 19th)

I know three might seem like a lot, but I presume people might not be as interested in doing all three of these since they're a bit niche theme-wise (but more power to you if you do). Also, unlike the other multiple-theme exchange announcements, these events will be on different dates

1) THE DARKFIC EXCHANGE

In most exchanges, any content that might be triggering is discouraged. However, I understand that exploring dark topics (writing or reading) can be very cathartic and I think it's a valuable tool for exploration. So for this exchange, think of any topics you've wanted to ask for, but second-guessed or thought it was "too dark." This is the time!

There are definitely different "shades" of darkfic, here are some examples: Character death, assault, torture, self-harm, infidelity, miscarriage, /other, breakup, sick fic, suicide, etc. Maybe there's a happy ending, maybe there's not -- it's up to you!

Before anyone judges and says "Why would anyone want to write/read ________," please understand this can be very therapeutic for individuals. At the end of the day, using these characters in fic can help us interpret our own lives.

With that being said, I still want to be sensitive to the fact these topics are triggering. Maybe you want to sign up and ask for X, but the thought of writing Y is very uncomfortable for you. Just let me know privately and I will ensure you don't get a prompt that is triggering.

I will also be sending the authors some information regarding writing triggering content in the welcome email. In regards to the community, on the exchange day everything will be posted with #XFDarkFic2022 and you can mute the tag to avoid any posts.

Details Darkfic Exchange

Sign Up Ends: Sunday, September 25th 11:59pm CST

Exchange Date: October 29th

This is a five(ish) week writing period.

Word Minimum: 2k 

Link Here!

2) THE STELLA/SCULLY EXCHANGE 

I knew I was going to have a slash exchange, and I know Stella/Scully is a very popular slash pairing but that some people might only want to write for TXF. As a result, I figured the S/S could have an exchange all their own!

I admittedly do not know much about this pairing, nor if the authors of the community are familiar with/have participated in exchanges before -- but please know that you are welcome here!

As the title suggest, this exchange is dedicated to all things Stella and Scully! I apologize that I don't know much about the conventions of the genre to add anything else, but I'm excited to see what y'all come up with!

Details Stella/Scully Exchange

Sign Up Ends: Sunday, September 25th 11:59pm CST

Exchange Date: November 5thThis is a six(ish) week writing period

Word Minimum: 2k

The manip of Stella and Scully came from dawnofthewench on tumblr!

Link Here!

3) THE SLASH EXCHANGE 

In the past, people have expressed apprehension about getting a slash prompt that they didn't feel comfortable writing. It became a trend that if someone got a slash prompt, they'd drop out. As a result, usually I ask for MSR or gen only

NOT THIS TIME, BABY - HEAR ME LOUD AND QUEER, NOVEMBER 19TH WILL BE GAY. Mulder and Krycek, Scully and Reyes, Mulder and Skinner, Scully and Marita, Scully and Diana, Mulder and Flukeman -- is it queer? Then it's perfect.

I, Nicole, the admin, am obviously queer. This often (has put/)puts individuals in an awkward position of fearing they might come across as homophobic if they don't want to write a queer ship. I completely understand that is not the case.

Maybe you LOVE Mulder/Krycek but have no idea what you'd do if you had to write a WLW ship or vice versa. I understand that is a valid concern. In the sign up sheet, I have an area where you can mark if there's a certain type of ship you'd prefer not writing. Just lemme know.

Details Slash Exchange

Sign Up Ends: Sunday, September 15th 11:59PM CST

Exchange Date: November 19th

This is a two(ish) month writing period.

Word Minimum: 2k 

Link Here!

GENERAL 

I am so excited to see what everyone comes up with! Again, these are three independent exchanges with nothing to do with one another. You can sign up for one, all three, none, whatever you feel like.

If you've never signed up before and/or are uncertain of the rules, I would advise that you read chapter one of this fic!  If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me!

Just some misc things about signing up:

- If you're not comfortable putting your address on this document, no problem. You just need to ensure that I have it.

- Some people have issues accessing the sign-up sheet on their phones. If you're having problems, I suggest trying it on your desktop. If nothing seems to be working, then just send me your info and I'll put it on the sheet.

- I know it can be tricky to think of prompts, and I totally don't mind at all if you have TBD in place of the prompt for a while, but please try to put something in there when you can -- even if you change your mind later. I just ask this because sometimes people are hesitant to sign up if they don't know what the prompts are. Again, please feel free to put TBD so that your info is confirmed and you're joined, just add the prompt when you think of it!

Thank you for reading the thread! If you've made it here and are just ready to sign up, here are all the links in one place! 

Darkfic

Stella/Scully

Slash

All signups close Sunday the 25th at 11:59pm CST

#x files #fanfic #x files fanfic #x files fanfic exchange #dark fic #stella scully #slash #msr #s/s #stellascully #the fall #the x files #queer #gay #lgbtqia #mulder #scully #krycek #skinner #reyes #doggett #marita

[incurable-peppermint]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mabel Pines & Stan Pines Summary:

Stan has reluctantly agreed to help Mabel with her Summerween knitting project: Life sized monster dolls for the Mystery Shack

#mabel pines #stanley pines #gravity falls #genfic #trickortreatex #trick or treat exchange #fanfic #fic

[sheithbeefsandwich]

“Then do it.” Andrew says, silent for a moment then exhaling heavily through his nose, lifting a hand to touch the side of Nathaniel’s face, and he’s barely able to suppress the wince that he sucks in through gritted teeth, pain flaring from lip to jaw. “You’re a mess.”

“You like it,” Despite the sting, Nathaniel smirks, and Andrew stares coolly back at him.

“I hate it,” He says, matter of fact, fingertips slipping to Nathaniel’s chin and tilting his head up slightly to assess the damage. “But I’m going to clean you up, anyway. Come on.”

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Andrew/Nathaniel

Read Here 

Surprise bonus gift for @uzea-ke for the @aftgexchange !

I put together an Edgar Allan Ravens AU fic focusing on Nathaniel and Andrew’s relationship, in which he was never on the run and never changed his name to Neil 

#All for the Game #aftg fall exchange #aftg exchange #andreil #nathaniel wesninski #andrew minyard #aftg fic #insert graphic design is my passion meme here #(not queued)

[bostonflowersficexchange]

[ID: Green text on a purple background decorated with pastel flowers. The text reads: “Reminder: One Month Left. Fic submissions are due Jan. 7, 2023.” /End ID.]

The exchange deadline is approaching! Please contact blink @leonstamatis (or blink#8105 on discord) if you have any questions or concerns about completing your assignment.

#boston flowers fic exchange #blaseball #i know fall ball is like all anyone is thinking about so i'm putting this out just in case anyone got deadlines mixed up #we are done TWO days before blaseball back. thank god. #boston flowers

[itsevidentvery]

My Fitzier Exchange for the divine @theburialofstrawberries. In which Francis and Sophia get married, and James deals with it as best he can.

#The terror amc #Fitzier #fall fitzier exchange #My fic

[doodlingstuff]

Here's @aftgexchange gift for @high-queen-of-exy Hope you like this attempted prompt smash.

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The first time that Andrew met Hot Guy was during his second month at High School.

Well, met was stretching it too far. He just stared at the boy for days.

Andrew met Hot Guy “officially” six months later, during the National Academic League.

Hot Guy's hair was much shorter and dark blond this time. He was also a scurry math nerd that Andrew believed was only a trick from his brain.

Because Hot Guy is real, right?

#aftg #aftg exchange #fic rec #fanfic #fic prompt #fanfic writing #aftg fall exchange #aftg fic #aftg fandom #aftg series #neil josten #andrew minyard #alternate universe

[banrions]

not me, going down a fanbinding rabbit hole over the last two days, buying (over a hundred j FC) dollars worth of supplies today, and very excited to try and bind my own and maybe some of my fav fanfics...

#jfc i should actually be WRITING lol #it's fall!!! it's fic exchange season and i've already signed up for 2 and want to sign up for like 3 more #i need to CHILL #adventures in fandom #tbd #your girl

[foxyroxisworld]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard Characters: Neil Josten, Andrew Minyard, Aaron Minyard, David Wymack Additional Tags: Sick Character, Nightmares, Domestic Fluff, Couch Cuddles, they take care of each other, good boyfriends, Boys Kissing, Andrew takes care of Neil, neil takes care of Andrew, Andrew bakes, Slow dancing in the kitchen, Idiots in Love, Soft Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Andrew Minyard Has Feelings, Aaron Minyard & Andrew Minyard Bonding, Andrew Minyard Loves Neil Josten, Neil Josten Loves Andrew Minyard, soft idiots, AFTG Fall Exchange 2022, neil is sick, andrew has nightmares, nicky made Neil watch lilo and stitch Summary:

"Thank you," Andrew whispered, and slowly lifted his head. They leaned in and kissed gently. "Thank you for putting up with me." "Anytime," Neil said, and leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. They stood there for a while before Andrew spoke up. "Did Nicky make you watch Lilo and Stitch?" "Each and every movie made," Neil said with a sigh. "They’re good movies, don’t get me wrong, but when he starts to cry and sob during every movie... it gets too much."

Written for @fortheloveofexy during @aftgexchange

#andreil #aftg exchange #aftg fall exchange 2022 #aftg fic #andrew minyard #neil josten

[youaremysunshine-court]

AFTG Fall exchange gift for @sheithbeefsandwich

Vamp Andrew who gets ethically sourced blood from the hospital, and siren Neil who donates blood due to its restorative properties

#aftg fall exchange #andreil #blues fics #andrew minyard #neil josten

[allsassnoclass]

....

#alright so. no one posted anything for day 1 of writing week #what a bummer #this is very unfortunate lol #we'll see what happens the rest of the week i guess #maybe this is a sign that i should stop trying to host fic events #i was going to try to do the fic fest again in fall but this is not looking good lol #and i know that there are a lot of outside forces at work #but. yeah. first fic exchange and now this. what a bummer