#exchange fic

[medusapelagia]

Dark Weeping Angel

written for @strangerthingswritersguild - Time for a joust for Devonia (@devondespresso) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve & Eddie TW: dark fic, mention of injuries, blood and wounds, vampire Eddie Munson, ambiguous/open ending, Eddie Munson as Kas Prompt: Weeping Angel Word Count: 1572 AO3 link

A newborn first breath. 

That’s what Vecna is thinking about, while the dead body, covered in dirt and blood, gasps in front of him.

It’s not really a breath because the man that once was Eddie Munson is dead, but it resembles it. The body sits, too abruptly, spitting blood and mud and cleaning his mouth with his arm. It takes a moment for him to notice that he is not alone, and when he turns Vecna’s blue eyes are staring at him.

The boy tilts his head, like a curious cat. He is not worried or scared, just curious. He is wondering if Vecna is a friend or an enemy. Eddie‘s eyes are blurred, but they are pointed exactly where they should be.

“Good morning sleepy head,” Vecna says, getting closer, and offering his hand to the creature in front of him.

Eddie sniffs it a few times and licks Vecna’s palm, finding that he likes the man’s taste and that he is not a threat. 

“Can you get up?” Vecna asks, stepping back and looking at Eddie trying to stand up a few times and failing miserably until he notices that there is something on his back: a big pair of dark wings and a tail are testing his equilibrium. The boy stares at Vecna in confusion, but the man keeps smiling at him, like a proud parent, so Eddie tries again, and again until he finally manages to stand up.

The black membranous wings are so big that they touch the ground and his thick tail scratches against the rocks. Eddie whimpers in pain, looking at his body that’s so different from what used to be. 

“You should be grateful to me.” Vecna says getting closer, grabbing one of Eddie's wings and twisting it until the monster tries to free himself roaring, “You’re mine to play with. Never forget about it!” Vecna hisses before releasing the wing and Eddie wraps himself in his huge wings like he could hide from the man that‘s still staring at him. He tentatively touches his wings with his hands, discovering that new part of his body. He startles himself while his wings flex under his fingertips, as he slowly understands how to move them. 

“Are you ready to get back?”

Eddie tilts his head in confusion.

“Don’t you want to see your friends?”

Eddie makes a sound that’s definitely not a word but sounds like a question. 

“I’ll let you go back where you came from.” Vecna says, pointing at the destroyed white trailers just a few feet away, “Back home.”

Home is a word that Eddie doesn’t know, but he licks the air as if he could taste it.

Home is nice.

Home is good.

Home is edible. Maybe.

The ground trembles and once more Eddie falls on the ground with a whimper, trying to understand what he should do, but Vecna grabs him by his arm and helps him stand up.

“Home.” He insists, pointing at the trailer, “Go home.”

This time Eddie follows the order and wobbles toward the red rift on the ground, jumping through it. He tries to open his wings, but they are still too new, so he falls to the ground with a whimper. 

The trailer park is empty, the place looks abandoned and there are no cars in the parking lot. One part of Eddie's mind, the part that vaguely remembers that home is a good thing, knows that’s not normal, but neither is it having wings and a tail.

He starts walking through the woods, keeping his wings up even if the muscles of his shoulders ache, while his tail keeps moving from one side to the other.

It doesn’t take long before he sees a house. A pretty familiar one. A house that’s not home but that he visited enough times to know that there is a room with horrible wallpaper and a heated pool.

A pool sounds so nice.

Eddie walks towards the house and tastes the air with his tongue like a snake. Nothing. The house is empty. He sits near the pool, staring at his reflection, and when he reaches out with one hand toward the reflective surface he loses his equilibrium once more and falls head-first into the pool. The creature squirms, kicks, and howls, trying to escape from the deadly trap he fell into, too busy shrieking and screaming to notice the shift in the air. His cries for help cover the sound of a car getting closer, and in his panic, he doesn’t taste in the air the presence of another person.

A young man is holding a nailed bat in front of him. Somewhere in his broken memories, a voice whispers to him to take care, that the bat could hurt him, but the water is trying to drown him so the creature that once was Eddie Munson cries out of fear, and the boy with the bat steps closer.

Eddie’s hands have claws but they can’t get a grip on the water or else. His blurred eyes are wide with fear and then the boy with the bat does something stupid. Or brave. Eddie can’t really tell.

He strips off his clothes and jumps into the pool, swimming toward the screaming creature.

“Calm down! You need to calm down!” The familiar voice insists, but the monster keeps fighting the terrible water that’s trying to swallow him and drag him down where everything is cold and bad.

Somehow the boy manages to grab the monster, even if he keeps scratching his chest, and drags him towards the pool stairs.

Finding finally something he can use as leverage, the monster gets out of the pool as fast as he can, not caring about the whimpers behind him and pushing the boy underwater more than once without even noticing it.

When the boy reemerges, spitting dirty water, the creature is hiding behind a little house, pool house his mind supplies, still scared and unsure about what to do. 

“Eddie?” The boy calls, and the creature knows that he used to answer that name before, but it feels something so far away, like a childhood memory that he forgot but somehow is still lingering in his mind.

“Eddie?” The boy calls again, and the creature dares to peek from his hiding spot at the boy.

The boy is naked, apart from his boxers and his socks, and his chest is a bleeding mess: the creature’s claws tore the skin and cut muscles and fat.

Still, on his four legs, the creature gets closer, smelling the blood and feeling a terrible hunger.

How long has passed since he fed himself?

He jumps at the boy and the young man falls on the pavement hitting his head hard. He whimpers in pain, but Eddie's new limbs make sure that the boy can’t move when he starts to lap at his wounds.

The blood metallic taste fills his mouth and it’s the most divine thing he has ever tasted. 

Under him, the boy cries and screams but Eddie keeps sucking at the bloodied wounds.

Ambrosia.

That’s another word that comes to his mind, unlocked from the memory of the boy who was Eddie Munson.

“Eddie… Eddie, please stop! It’s me! Steve! I’m your friend! We helped you at the boat house. It’s me! Come on man! It’s Steve!” The boy yells while the monster is licking his teeth.

“Steve…” he murmurs and that’s the first word he has ever said.

He doesn't really know what a Steve is but he hopes that’s a good word, being the first he ever pronounced.

“Yeah! That’s me! I’m Steve!” The boy insists and in his eyes, there is hope for recognition “I’m Steve and you are Eddie! Right?”

The monster tilts his head, still straddling the boy.

“Eddie?” He asks again, but this time the boy doesn’t try to move.

Eddie is a familiar word but it means nothing to the creature that’s hovering over him, so he keeps scenting the air, tasting it on his tongue to be sure if the boy is a threat or not, and when he smells him, he smells like food.

The creature ducks his head, ready to continue his feasting, but something stops him.

Steve is a good word, the voice inside him tells him, too good to be eaten.

But there are other creatures out there, creatures named Jason, Andy, and many more, that they can devour without feeling guilty.

Steve is not on the list.

Steve is something they must protect, even from themselves.

It physically hurts removing himself from Steve’s body, an ache old and deep that has no words. The creature tastes the air with his long tongue and he tastes remorse, regret, and a pain he can’t explain.

It’s not physical, but it’s so strong that it makes his eyes water.

The creature that once was Eddie Munson gets up and stares at the boy. He has friends, the voice inside him reassures him, they’ll take care of him, so the monster steps back and turns toward the woods.

He knows that he is just a puppet, but if he still can, he will try to preserve what Steve is.

The creature turns one last time to stare at the boy, and for a moment he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the water: a dark weeping angel crying blood tears.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #dark fic #Stranger Things Fanfiction #medusapelagia fanfic #stranger things fanfic #my fanfic #medusapelagia #TW: blood #TW: injuries #exchange fic #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steve x Eddie #Steddie Fic

[noxnthea]

The Hoarding Habits of the California Stiles

rating: T pairing: Derek/Stiles tags: pov outsider, pack cuddles, shapeshifter stiles, werecreature stiles, established relationship, fluff wordcount: 2,000 summary:

When Stiles was bitten by a raccoon, the worst Scott was expecting was rabies. And don’t get him wrong, Scott knows rabies is a serious disease; he just doesn’t know if whatever the hell these habits his best friend has developed are any better. Or, where the pack is two parts amused, two parts grossed out, and one part charmed by Stiles’ new were-raccoon instincts.

alternatively, Stiles as the following:

#sterek #my fic #exchange fic #sterek fic #pretty cracky ngl #but also a delight #take my word for it

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Are y'all dead from content overload yet?

I hope not, because here is a 34k Galex fic for your enjoyment!

What do I know? show me the way to go. is about second chances, accepting people change, and allowing yourself to really have what you want.

I got to write for the ineffable Jo and had the time of my life.

Two complete playlists: The first goes with the fic. The second is one that Alex makes George in the fic...it is not for the faint of heart - I will not apologize.

I hope you enjoy this one! I had the best time writing it!

#galex #actor George #musician Alex #Exchange fic

[gentrychild]

I would like to hear 5+ headcanons about Exchange if thats alright?

1 - Shouto being cold to Izuku is because when they met (when they were tiny), they became really friendly and Shouto shared a couple of secrets. He asked if Izuku was related to a hero and Izuku said no. After seeing Izuku at the entrance exam + something else, Shouto assumes Izuku is All Might's secret child and he is pretty annoyed that he lied to his face.

2 - While they were suppressed by the trauma of his first quirk acquisition, Izuku's quirk urges will soon show up now that he has a brand new quirk. He will manage to suppress them for a time by using the quirk inside OFA but it won't last for long.

3 - The next time Izuku sees his father, he will be overjoyed. All Might really should have told him the truth.

4 - Exchange!Izuku's disdain for Stain knows no bound.

5 - Izuku runs away to the Todoroki house at some point in the future. Endeavor is not happy but none of his kids care about what he thinks.

#exchange fic #5 headcanons game

[jadore-andor]

two queens (in a king sized bed)

PAIRING: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen (if you squint)

RATING: G (dw, it's all fluffy, yearny angst)

WORDS: 800

WARNINGS: slight wlw themes, some angst, brief mention of death, heavy on the yearning, food and wine mention; nothing too wild, just the innocent portrayal of the love for your childhood best friend

A/N: this is a gift for my angst loving, soft, sweet @corrabell as part of our HotD server exchange! happy new year, my darling! i'm so so happy to know you and to be able to gift you something just for you! 💜

(thanks to @acrossthesestars for giving this a beta and endless encouragement)

Lush, green blades of grass tickle at the bottoms of her feet as she walks through the Godswood. The air is crisp, the smell of jasmine floating along the breeze like a promise, like a distant memory. 

Her fingers grip tightly to the book in her hand, itching to pick back up where they left off the day before. Long, delicate fingers intertwine with hers, swinging gently as they march on. 

There’s a tree ahead, larger than the rest, twisting branches reaching toward the sky as if trying to send a message to the Gods - their spot. She turns to her silver-haired friend, excitement threatening to overcome her. The kind, tender smile she finds on her companions face is exhilarating. 

She’s been rather sullen, what with the impending birth of her little brother. Alicent knows Rhaenyra is excited, but there are many pressures surrounding the babe’s arrival and complicated emotions to be had. 

When they reach the Heart Tree, Rhaenyra has laid flat the blanket carried with them. They drop unceremoniously to the ground, Alicent with her back propped against the rough, gray bark, Rhaenyra’s head in her lap. 

Cracking open the book, she resumes regaling Rhaenyra with the exploits of Nymeria the Warrior Princess, quizzing her every chapter to ensure she’s paying attention. Each correct answer awards Rhaenyra with a gentle pat on the head and one plump grape, fed to her by Alicent. 

Time passes by unnoticed, the two of them inhabiting their own little world, completely wrapped up in each other. There are no thoughts of Kings, of lines of succession, or heirs to be had here. It’s just the two of them, and the unique way that having each other makes it feel as if they can conquer anything. They dance, hand in hand, twirling in the soft grass until they feel as if they’ll puke. They play with each other’s hair, weaving intricate braids with wildflowers, gushing over how beautiful they look. They feed each other fruit and cheese, and drink themselves silly on wine stolen from the kitchens. 

The sun begins its slow descent, casting the Godswood in a dreamy, warm glow. They know it’s time to head back to the Keep, to return to a life where they each have their own roles to play, lines to deliver, people to please. But for now, Alicent thinks, she’s quite content to stay right here, with Rhaenyra’s head on her chest, breathing softly, hearts beating in time, watching as the sun sinks lower and lower, until they’re cast into darkness.

Alicent wakes suddenly in a damp, cold room, in a bed that seems simultaneously familiar and strange. She sits up, rubbing sleep from her weary eyes and takes in her surroundings. The room is quite large, the embers of a long-dead fire simmer quietly in the corner. She’s in a giant canopy bed, the white linens draped delicately over her body, one she didn’t have only moments ago. 

To her left lay a sleeping figure, stringy white hair cast haphazardly over their pillow, soft snores tumbling from their parted lips. The figure, distinctly male, was not that of her childhood friend, but rather that of her friend's father, the King. 

It all comes back to her at once. The birth of Rhaenyra’s brother, Baelon, the death of her mother, Aemma, Baelon’s falling shortly behind. She remembers how her father, Hand of the King, had placed her directly into the line of sight of a grieving Viserys, ensuring that she would be the first he thought of when choosing a new bride. Emotions sit thick and heavy in her throat as she remembers how she wasn’t there for her best friend, her soulmate, the only person who had seen her as a person and not as a pawn to further political connections. 

When had she started crying? 

Alicent sat there, alone on an island, the shell of her husband sleeping soundly beside her, and wept for the way the events of the past had shaped her future. 

She wept for Rhaenyra, how she had felt the call to rebel, not trusting that she could come to her best friend for comfort, for understanding. She wept for Viserys, who was so blind to her father’s ambition that he couldn’t see their marriage for what it truly was. She wept for her children, ignored by their father, weighed down by the pressures of an impossible legacy. 

And finally, she wept for herself, a woman she didn’t recognize anymore. A woman who now held resentment in her heart for the one person she had ever truly loved, whatever that love had once been. The woman who, despite her achievements, her family, and her duties, would love nothing more to escape to the Godswood.

To share one more lazy afternoon laughing and dancing, picking flowers, and watching the sun set over Westeros in the arms of her soulmate. 

#alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenicent #two queens (in a king sized bed) #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #hotd server exchange #sweet corrabell #mare writes #my writing #my fic #exchange fic

[formlessvoidbeast]

Aziraphale and Crowley tend each other's hair after having been caught out in the rain.

Could I interest you in a short, sweet, Ineffable Husbands fic centered around hair care?

#fanfic #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #hair care #mane event exchange fic #exchange fic

[lostcol]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick Characters: Travis Konecny, Nolan Patrick, Joel Farabee, Kevin Hayes, Carter Hart, Travis Sanheim Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Sort Of, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Travis Konecny is Not a Hockey Player, Hockey Player Nolan Patrick, Fluff, Humor, Embarrassment, Travis is a bit of a disaster Summary:

Travis, a diehard Flyers fan and looong-time Nolan Patrick fan, works behind the counter at a bakery in Philly. One day, some Flyers start coming in.

#exchange fic #my fic #nolan patrick #travis konecny #tknp #men's hockey rpf #hockey fic #ao3 #rated M #3k words #nhl

[shetiger]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chris Larabee/Ezra Standish Characters: Chris Larabee, Ezra Standish Additional Tags: Werewolf AU, Injury, Werewolf Mates, Dealing with serious injury, character thinks they're dying, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chris works through some shit Summary:

When Chris is shot and dying, he takes the option Ezra offers him.

He's just not so sure he's happy with the changes the choice brings.

#my fic #exchange fic #the magnificent seven #mag7 #chris/ezra #chris larabee #ezra standish #werewolf AU

[trudemaethien]

Boots on the Ground

Some deployment flavored Howzer/Keeli for an exchange, written for @itsstrangelypermanent

The overwhelming majority of the citizenry is Twi’lek. While many of the people do speak Basic, their Jedi has set up a course in the main planetary language, Ryl, with native instructors, that while not mandatory, is highly encouraged. It’s an as-available, ever-changing course, with lessons of varying difficulty for all skill levels. Ryloth natives also attend, learning and practicing Basic. The conversation sessions are quite lively.

Lek-speak can be somewhat simulated with hands and other body twitches. It’s nearly impossible to achieve the proper levels of sinuosity with armor on, so they post guards around the classroom of the hour and shuck the tops of their shells.

The first time Howzer sees his commanding officer let loose, the intensity of his physical response surprises him—he’s attracted but it’s not all under his crotch plate. His mouth aches like he needs to have something between his teeth, on his tongue. His spine prickles, and something lurches up from his gut to beat his heart and squeeze his lungs. His feet want to point toward Captain Keeli, the backs of his thighs and the palms of his hands sweat.

“Koahiko, Howzer?” Captain Keeli asks him in Ryl which when inflected as a question, and with that gesture, changes the meaning from you’re welcome/no worries, to, no worries?/are you okay?

He manages to sound reasonably calm and professional when he answers in the same language. “Ka’annon.” It’s one phrase the clones caught onto even more quickly than the swear words. Yes, sir, it means.

“No bullshit, kid, we’re off duty,” Captain Keeli reverts to Basic.

“Sorry, sir,” Howzer says.

“Didn’t I just say we’re off duty? You can call me Keeli, alright? It’s not going to hurt you to relax the professionalism a little.”

Privately, Howzer disagrees.

“I’m fine. Keeli,” he says awkwardly. The Captain throws his arm over his shoulders, pulling him close and squeezing him tightly, and smacks a friendly, loud kiss onto his temple. Howzer squawks, even as some of the other language students, clone and twi’lek alike, titter.

read on AO3 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40855338

#cloneshipping #captain howzer #captain keeli #howzer/keeli #star wars tcw #fanfiction #my fic link #rated m #exchange fic #keelhowz #ryloth #twi’lek culture #learning languages

[crescenttwins]

Now that authors have been revealed for Candy Hearts Exchange, I can share these! I wrote four short fic for this exchange:

[exchange rate] - Blue Lock, Reo/Nagi, G, 1.2k archiveofourown.org/works/44364301

[Parallax] - Shadow and Bone (TV), Kaz & Inej & Jesper, G, 470w archiveofourown.org/works/44645998

[Dodoco Dyed!] - Genshin Impact, Albedo & Klee, G, 578w archiveofourown.org/works/44647723

[if a tree falls] - Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), Zenin Maki and Maki's Mother, T, 312w archiveofourown.org/works/45054733

#exchange fic #fanfic #blue lock #shadow and bone #genshin impact #jujutsu kaisen #reonagi #kaz and jesper and inej #albedo and klee #zenin maki and mai's mother

[medusapelagia]

Stranger Things Exchange Fic

Still editing and almost ready to post my second Steddie Exchange Fic!!! I'm so excited!!! I can't wait to share it!!!

#steddie winter one shot exchange #exchange fic

[noxnthea]

A Solid Foundation (And Other Important Relationship Factors)

rating: T pairing: Peter/Stiles tags: food metaphores, time skips, getting together, fluff, good peter hale wordcount: 1991

summary:

There are six things Stiles knows to be true about a good pizza. 1. It needs a solid foundation. 2. It can be appreciated at all times of the day. 3. It’s perfect when you’re tired and can’t be bothered to do more to take care of yourself. 4. It’s comfortable and easy. 5. When you really want it, it’s worth the risk and the heat. 6. It always shows up when you need it. Coincidentally, there are six things Stiles knows to be true about his relationship.

#steter #steter fic #my fic #exchange fic #basically this is almost 2k of extended metaphors about pizza and relationships #i wrote this two months ago and still find it hard to believe i wrote a pizza fic that ISNT about clint barton #who am i

[sapphicscholar]

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It’s only 5am, and Cat’s already having a nightmare of a day.

Kara has been trying to convince Cat that it’s healthier to name the root causes of her anger than to loathe the whole world and everyone in it for all the inconveniences they force her to endure—though the latter method has worked out just fine for her for the past fifty years—so Cat mentally ticks off everything and everyone she might rightfully blame for this morning. The meteorologists for failing to accurately predict the severity of the winter storm. The conveners of the Women in Media winter gala for planning an event so close to Christmas in Metropolis of all the godforsaken, blizzard-riddled, Lois-infested places. David for taking Carter even further north on some winter father-son bonding trip, as if he ever gave a shit when Carter was young and desperately wanted a second parent’s love. The airline for not having developed the technology to take off and land a plane in a bit of powder. And, really, how hard can it be?

Naming them doesn’t seem to change anything beyond focusing Cat’s anger into a fine point. So she adds Kara’s insipid, millennial brand of “self-care” and “best practices for emotional well-being” to her list of hatred.

But Kara herself…well, perhaps she can fix this whole thing.

Cat has her phone in her hand and Kara’s contact information pulled up before she can consider that Kara may not want to hear from her after the gala or, more importantly, that 5am might be an early wakeup call for a superhero who’d been fighting some giant slug monster in National City half the night. Then again, Kara always seems chipper enough at CatCo in the mornings. Cat hasn’t yet asked outright if she doesn’t need to sleep. She thinks that might just be the final straw that takes her jealousy from petty to deeply justified. A metabolism the speed of light, a complete and total lack of aging, and no need for sleep? No, Cat simply couldn’t bear that knowledge.

“Cat?” Kara’s voice comes out raspy, and Cat ignores the twinge of want that leaves her skin prickling. She long ago stopped pretending like there was nothing between them, but unlike some people, she’s mature enough not to act on it. Mixing business and pleasure has been, well, deeply pleasurable in the past, but it’s also been messy enough to have her name splattered across tabloids for months, and Kara doesn’t deserve that. Even if saving Kara in the long run had meant, well, it really doesn’t matter.

“They’ve cancelled all the flights out of Metropolis,” Cat says.

Read the rest on AO3!

#supergirl #fanfic #supercat #cat grant #Kara danvers #exchange fic #ao3feed

[gentrychild]

Hey, if it's okay and not a very big spoiler can you please tell us in the Exchange AU whether or not Shoto remembers Izuku from the party, there's no way he forgot about him right Ó╭╮Ò

Oh, Shouto absolutely remembers Izuku from the party.

And the reason why Shouto is cold at Izuku is because Shouto is under the impression that Izuku lied to him about a couple of things.

#exchange fic

[anniebotao3]

For the purposes of having a neat catalogue of my AO3 fic, I will re-create my old fic promo posts here, as well as add any new fic promo to this particular sideblog. The newest fic should be at the top.

I’m adding tags for filtering to this post too.

#yizhan #yizhanverse #yizhanmultiverse #bjyx #lsfy #zsww #chongyun #chongyunsan #chongyunyi #Secretary Ye/Xiao Sa #yunsan #series #collection #exchange fic #challenge fic

[fourgods-nobrakes]

smut4smut reveals have happened! this was my contribution, Iskandar Khayon/Lheorvine Ukris during the siege, right after the incident that got Lheor the "Firefist" nickname. My recip had talked about being interested in cultural differences between Legions, and the weird, inhuman socialization Astartes get, so I wrote some h/c porn about that.

"This part's not bad," Lheor says as Khayon settles into washing his back. "Having a little time off?" Khayon says. "Being drugged out of my mind with someone fussing over me like a harem girl." Lheor glances over his shoulder, grinning in a quick flash of bronze teeth.

#my fic #iskandar khayon #lheorvine ukris #exchange fic