#Flash Exchanges

[diana-fortyseven]

I found an interesting upcoming flash exchange: Grief/Mourning 2024 Redux

This is a low-pressure multifandom flash exchange with a Grief/Mourning theme. That does not mean this is a flash specifically about characters dying (but of course, characters dying is on the menu!). Mourning can be the loss of: a loved one, a pet, an object, a character's sense of self, of time, of their past, and more. Grief isn't exclusively or necessarily expressed as sadness, it can be anger, numbness, risk taking, survivors living life to its fullest, etc.

Grief and mourning are themes that work well with Hitman. If you're interested in signing up, please let me know!

Minimum request/offer is two (2) fandoms (but I'm sure we can manage to match on Hitman). Minimum for fic is 300 words.

Schedule (all times are in EDT)

Noms/Sign-ups Close: Sunday, July 14, 2024 11:59 PM Assignments Due: Saturday, July 27, 2024 11:59 PM Works Revealed: Sunday, July 28, 2024 11:59 PM Creators Revealed: Sunday, August 4, 2024 11:59 PM

I've nominated Hitman (Video Games) and Agent 47: Birth of the Hitman (Comics). Please make sure to nominate a second fandom you'd be interested in writing/receiving here in this tag set in case the mods don't approve the comics as a separate fandom!

[buffysummers]

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia (2005-)

[theerurishipper]

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Part 1 <- Part 2 -> Part 3

Masterpost

[voldiebuns]

If anyone's looking for an excuse to write some short, spooky fic, Jump Scare is currently open for nominations/sign ups!! There's a handful of AEW ships in the tagset, as well as a couple requests (mine of course lol) already. I would very much like to write a bunch of treats if anyone else requests AEW...

[almondcroissantsandink]

oh lord they gonna smooch

[aprilblossomgirl]

Hey? I thought you were with Jun. I cleared things up with him already, but I’ve got a new problem now. What is it? I don’t have your number. Huh?

ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat | Ep.03

[t-u-i-t-c]

can't stop thinking about this moment where leon helps wolf and wolf just pauses for a moment, looking over to leon like he cannot believe he's actually helping him.

[clericofshadows]

REGIS SHEPARD MASS EFFECT 1 - BRING DOWN THE SKY "Leave the fighting to me from now on. Commander Shepard, Systems Alliance."

[neuvoid-writes]

"After a Day's Work"

"Shhh! He's napping..."

A Submission for Tiny Beans: A Cat Flash Fic Flash Exchange for @d20owlbear!

((I do have to apologise as i didn't read the prompt correctly and didn't realise that the painting should be in black and white, but that's a quick fix with the power of technological magic!))

Please enjoy the original ver and the b/w ver! issa freebie hehehe i don't know what happened to Shizun but he's now... a cat?!

Alt Text: Cat Shen Qingqiu - Shen Yuan ( or Shen Nyan) has fallen asleep on his work table after a long day's work. brushes and papers and ink are scattered everywhere and the place is... quite the mess. The table, his paws, his office are all somewhat ink stained due to his new ... state of being (turned into a cat?). He has currently found a sunny spot to lay on... which just so happened to be on top of some paper work someone had neatly written before... oops.

Please enjoy! I had so much fun painting this! 🩵

Fic link here: After A Day's Work

[moriavis]

Coldflash Exchange Update!

Hey, I bet you thought I forgot about setting up a Coldflash Fic Exchange*, but I did NOT.

Here are the rules!

Here's the sign up form! (You do need an AO3 account!)

Let's go!!!!!

*if there's enough interest, I'm open to doing another round of the exchange for fan works in general, not just fic, so hit me up if you like that idea too!

[violettduchess]

A/N: My gift for the incredibly talented @dicenete 💜 as part of the excellent @flash-exchange

Prompt: Make It Quiet

Clavis x Reader

WC: 552

“Ah…..there you are. I was just wondering where the brightest jewel in this sea of noble gemstones had ventured off to. I have been speaking to some of our esteemed guests and I’m sure you would have delighted the Azurite prince–”

“You have to come with me.”

He blinks. “Now?”

“Right now.”

“Oh my, my lamb seems rather impatient. Don’t you want to have a quick dance? The orchestra is just finished warming up and–”

“C’mon.” You seize his hand, a prisoner held tightly in your satin glove.

“What a delightful turn of events. Are you perhaps hungry -Pardon me, sir- Yves has outdone himself overseeing the food -Excuse me, madame- although it lacks originality if you ask me-…Um…Darling? This is an exit.”

“Exactly. Come along.”

“I see I never knew the true strength of your grip. You are very insistent, my love. My, how dark the hallway is compared to the bright lighting of the ballroom. Are you sure–”

“Just a little further.”

“Your laughter tells me I shouldn’t be so suspicious. What sort of adventure is my sweet one taking me on? I- Wait, why are we stopping? There’s nothing here.”

“Wrong. THIS is here.”

“An alcove? Are you sure, sweetheart? There isn’t even a statue or painting or decorative anything! It’s nothing but darkness.”

“So perceptive. Come closer.”

“Have I mentioned how astoundingly strong your grip–”

“Stop. Talking.”

Shrouded by the shadows of the alcove, you cover his mouth with yours, fingers curled into the soft velvet of his lavender lapel.

Clavis does not speak. He can’t. He is powerless in the face of your radiant desire. All he can do is return your fervent kisses. He wasn’t entirely wrong about your appetite. Each kiss is hungrier than the last. His back is soon pressed against the smooth, cool wall, a startling contrast to the hastening heat of your body which he can feel through your layers of silk and brocade.

You graze the elegant line of his neck with your lips as you speak.

“I saw you talking to all those people-”

“Esteemed guests, my sweet,” he gasps, his hands grasping at the folds of your voluminous gown as if he needs something to hold on to, lest he fall.

“And you looked so…..” You take his bottom lip between your teeth and bite, just hard enough for him to inhale sharply. “So at ease, in your element. So collected and calm.” Your hands slide down his sides, slip inside his waistcoat. “I suddenly had the burning desire to see you….unsettled.”

Your hands slide down further, over expensive silk and shiny golden buttons and butter-soft leather and metal buckles.

Is he….trembling?

“I believe,” he says breathlessly, “you are getting what you desire, my darling.”

Your smile is hidden in the darkness but he can taste it on your lips.

“Almost.”

“Ah….my love…..” He is losing this battle, falling backwards off the cliff of reason and hurtling towards the sea of no return. “Anyone….could walk by.”

But you both know his protest is hollow as his hands are already under the heavy folds of your skirts, gripping your thighs, pulling you towards him. 

”Don’t worry, my prince,” you murmur against his ear, a music that rivals the greatest of orchestras. “We’ll make it quiet.”

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[dicenete]

A gift for @scorchieart as the part of @flash-exchange !! Prompt: Enchanted Bakery Character: Yves Kloss (IkePri) This exchange was so lovely and a fun experience! It was so fun to see and read what everyone had created for this! Thank you all for this memory! <3

[iphigeniainaulis]

Spirit of Sadness*

Can't believe it's already the third anniversary of the @flash-exchange 💛 This is my gift for lovely @rinaririr. I hope it will remind you how strong and talented you are!

Character: Leonardo

Prompt: You cannot see the light without darkness

*the title of Le Gallienne's poem

Today is that day. 

Human life iridesces like a diamond in the sun. Versatile, bright and eternally beautiful. But when the rain comes, even gems get dirt on them. 

You can't call yourself a sad person. Surely, life gives you lots of lemons, but somehow you’ve learned to make the very best lemonade out of them. Most of the time, at least. 

Yet, sometimes days like this occur. When suddenly the last pack of sugar is gone, and lemons are sour. When the rainfall turns the golden forest in front of Comte’s mansion into a mess of dirty green and ochre. When the brush in your hand no longer follows your command no matter how much you dip it into the deep blueness of oil paints. 

Covering your face with your hands, you try to find a specific rhythm to breathe. Darkness makes your senses stronger, ears and nose catching what eyes can't see. The sound of old wooden clocks. The cracking of the fireplace. Time runs but moves nowhere, so you give yourself permission to cry, warming icy hands with hot tears.

A sudden rush of wind brings you the smell of wet leaves and the melancholy of autumn. Being forced to hang in the air for a split second, you end up in the comfort of your lover's embrace, covered from tip to toe with his endlessly long, endlessly wide coat.   

“He’s caught in the rain. That's why the scent of cigarillos didn't warn me of his presence,” is the only rational thought produced by your tired mind.

“What’s happened?” he sounds unbothered. His long calloused fingers are playing with your hair, a habit he shows when feels nervous.

You’re searching for the right words to come, and Leonardo gladly gives you as much time as you need, lulling you with deep murmuring and gentle touches. 

At some point you accept your defeat and say what’s been on your mind for quite a long time.

“It’s just that sometimes I feel so much doing so little. Today I haven’t drawn a single sketch. But time goes by, and I feel as if it leaves me behind, while others live their lives to the fullest.”

Wiping a tear, you continue.

“And it makes me feel so guilty, so ashamed of myself. The world is full of so many problems that are way more important than mine. Still, I can't get rid of this pain, and it scares me that someday…this dark feeling will never leave.”

You’ve run out of words, and the last of them vanish in the air like the sound of cork pulling out of an emptied bottle. The silence isn't uncomfortable, and you’re grateful that Leonardo allows you to come to yourself.  

The room becomes less dark when he lights a cigarette, creating a puff of sweet smoke. The man’s deep voice sounds like a lullaby, and you press yourself closer to his wide chest, where it’s safe, where it's home.

“I’m an engineer, cara mia, and hardly know a thing about art and stuff.”

A weak smile, the only one you’ve had on this never ending day, carves your lips.

“...but lemme say this. No vehicle is safe to use if you ignore the rumble. Humans are way more difficult than vehicles. And so are their feelings. Learn to accept them, reveal them, that's the only way you don't destroy yourself from within. Happiness doesn't come when sadness is neglected.”

“So, in other words…you cannot see the light without darkness?” you mumble, enjoying the feeling of his voice, scent, words and touch getting through your skin.

A hoarse chuckle is your response. “Couldn’t say it better. You’re good with your words, principessa.”

You slowly sink into the healing yet still so painful abyss of dreams, listening to the melody of Leonardo’s heartbeat. His arms are on your waist, warm, almost hot. Lumiere’s tail tickles your legs. The night is finally kind. 

There are indeed days when you have to face your demons. But if you have people ready to stand with you no matter what, then this battle is worth fighting.   

[chinzhilla]

Thank you so much for saving my life. Without you, I would've been left in that car to die. No problem. I'm your emergency staff after all. I have been since the day we met.

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[daegupaksu]

Participated another Ikemen Flash Exchange @flash-exchange and oh gosh it's been 3 years & my 5th exchange under IFE!!!

My gift for @spoopy-fish-writes. Made Kenshin (Ikesen) with the prompt "I'm a soldier, not a sick bunny puppy".

Because we all need Kenshin to be vulnerable so we can take care of him :3

This banner is so cute~

[nuttytani]

Tails Of Trouble

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Cursed

Word Count: 666

A/N: An easter egg for the Ikemen Flash Exchange, The Fair Returns event; hosted by @flash-exchange.

Something was amiss, something was strange, something was not right.

His body felt far too tight; skin taut over dense, large bones. They had an unfamiliar weight than usual, pressing against vital organs, constricting the path of air to his lungs, he had to drag in every breath. Even the air in his room was unbearable. Too much for his senses — the aroma of his mild woody and sweet incense seemed sharp for his nose. The wisp of smoke curling above the dimmed oil lamp burned his eyes.

Now, Mitsuhide was not one to be frightened so easily, yet whatever was happening to him had thoroughly scared him.

In reflex, his hand reached out to touch the other side of his futon, where his lover slept. He was relieved to sense the warmth radiating through their sleepwear. Indeed, they were with him. With a shaky sigh, he moved closer and pushed away the stray hair falling in front of their closed eyes.

Before he could take a moment to admire their sleeping face, he noticed something furry where his hand should be.

White and small, with sharp black claws. Mitsuhide turned it around, it did not have fingers. It was not a hand; it was a paw… An animal paw. Eerily similar to Chimaki’s, he knew very well since he had tended to her injured ones multiple times. Mitsuhide proceeded to look down, he had a matching pair of paws down there as well, with a fluffy tail.

An undignified yelp echoed in his room. The sound was piercing for his ears, so he scrambled back, or tried to at least. His limbs were tangled up in their shared blanket. The more he moved, the more he got tangled, though finally, he escaped the blanket’s maze and landed outside the futon, and on his sensitive tail. As expected — another pitiful yelp had escaped his mouth.

Once Mitsuhide caught his breath, he looked up for a brief moment, only to be greeted with sleep-laden eyes that soon widened with shock.

Oh, and now he had disturbed his little one’s sleep. How shameful. Not wanting to show more of his new appearance, Mitsuhide ran out of the room and hid behind the shoji.

“Mitsuhide? Is that you?” his lover asked. Though he wanted to answer, he held himself back.

After what seemed like seconds, Mitsuhide’s ears could pick up the distinct sharp sound of a fire-striker being used, followed by a soft thud. Their room was now lit, and he could see the telltale shadow of his lover, slowly moving out of the futon.

His lover was astute as ever and figured out his hiding spot. They crept towards the shoji. “Mitsuhide… Are you alright?” they asked, with concern, standing on the opposite side.

Again, he did not answer. If he did, all that would come out of his mouth would be loud barks and screams.

“You know, you’re not hiding that well. I can see your tail,” they said. “Moving it away doesn’t change the fact that I saw it! Not good at hide and seek are you, my dear?”

Mitsuhide did not like the teasing tone that his lover used, he could tell that they were having a blast laughing, and their shadow was shaking far too much. With a yelp, he padded out from behind the shoji and glared hard.

“Awe, looks like my husband is angry,” they smiled and cradled his body. “I’m just as confused as you are. I can’t believe my kitsune has turned into an actual kitsune!” Mitsuhide bit their finger in response, lightly so as not to break skin.

His little one fake frowned and flicked at his nose. “Behave yourself Mitsuhide, otherwise I’ll let you be stuck as a fox forever!” To placate his love, Mitsuhide licked at the finger he bit. “That’s more like it. Tomorrow I’ll ask Kyubei to find a good curse-lifting monk, they should be able to help you. Meanwhile, you’re stuck being my pillow.”

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