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Posting this for [livejournal.com profile] geckoholic, who has been having issues with her LJ not behaving.

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I’m beyond certain I’ll regret doing this at some point or other, but hey, whatever. I am doing it. Or we are, I hope, because I need y’all to participate in order to make this fun. I obviously can’t swing it alone.

If you are new to fic exchanges, I highly recommend referring to [livejournal.com profile] flyingcarpet's fantastic Guide to Participating in Fic Exchanges, from Someone Who Knows for all you need to know.

Before you read any further, please be aware that this is a shippy exchange. If you participate, you must be prepared to give and receive content that depicts the Hawkeyes (Clint Barton and Kate Bishop from the Marvel comics universe) in a romantic relationship with one another. Not platonic. Not being bros. Romantic, and possibly sexual.

This exchange is supposed to be lowkey and easy-going, so I didn’t set up a separate account. You don’t have to follow me to participate, though. You can track #hawkeyesxmas2016 for updates, and I’ll send out important announcements via email for all signed up participants.


RULES

If you request something, you must be willing to create something for someone else in return. Keep the identity of your giftee secret; they’re not supposed to know who you are until you post.

You do not have to have an AO3 account to participate, but a valid email address and a tumblr account are necessary.

Please use this form when submitting your requests. You can give prompts, but those will be optional for your gifter. Every participant is bound, however, to respect the DNWs (DNW = DoNotWant) their giftee mentions in their signup.

Fics should be a minimum of 1000 words and complete upon submission. Multi-part fics are acceptable, but they must be completely written when they’re submitted (meaning: I need to see all the parts by the deadline) and completely posted within the posting period. Requirements for art are as follows: one piece of traditional or digitally drawn art of a reasonable size (500 px in the square, at least) OR a playlist with at least six songs and a cover OR a photo set that contains at least eight images that have been visibly altered and edited to create something beyond mere cropping and coloring (mood boards, AU gif or photo sets, etc.). You’re free to write longer fic or add more items of art to your submission, if you’d like to, but those are the minimum requirements everyone has to produce.

Please note that you will not be able to choose whether you want to be gifted with art or fic. If you offer prompts in your signup, please make sure at least some of them can be interpreted for any medium, and keep this in mind for your likes and DNWs too.

You may post a dear-creator-letter after you signed up if you like, and expand on your likes or give more prompts. If you do, please put it in the #hawkeyesxmas2016 tag so both me and your gifter can find it. Every participant or lurker is encouraged to track these letters as well and post treats during the posting period; those don’t have to adhere to the minimum requirements, they just have to be addressed to the giftee whose prompts or likes you used. More content is a good thing, right? :D

By the time submissions are due, I’ll need the completed item from you. Fics won’t have to be beta’d and art can still be in need of finishing touches, you can still fiddle with it before you post, but it should otherwise be finished. If you miss the submission deadline, you will get one reminder via email. If you ignore that as well, I will pass your assignment on to a pinch hitter (or maybe cover it myself; that is a possibility and I think I should make y’all aware of beforehand :P). You may still complete your submission at a later date and post it after the official exchange is done, but you will be out of the exchange and get a strike that excludes you from participating in next year’s round.

Please submit all items to hawkeyesxmas@gmail.com as an attachment (for fic, please stick to word documents or RTF files; for art, please use common formats like PNG or JPG) by the submission deadline.

All fic MUST be beta-read by the time it is officially posted. If you cannot find a beta-reader, please let me know so I can see if I can find one for you.

The submissions are required so I can be sure that everyone’s done and ready for posting, and so that I can assign pinchhitters if needed. But you will post your items yourself, during the posting period, using the tag#hawkeyesxmas2016.

There is an AO3 collection for the exchange here.

To signup you MUST be 18 or older. I don’t want to put anyone in the position of writing or drawing NC-17 content for a minor, nor do I want to give a NC-17 request to a minor to fill. You will have to confirm in your request that you are 18 or older.

Please email the me via hawkeyesxmas@gmail.com if you think you will need an extension. Please do not wait until the last minute. Be honest with me, give me a valid reason, and I’ll give you the extra time you need. Dropping out without any warning could result in banishment from future exchanges.


Dates for Round 1 (Christmas 2016)

Sign-ups open: October 10th
Sign-ups close: October 24th
Assignments sent: October 31st at the latest
Submissions due: December 15th
Posting period: December 20th - December 31st

Now go forth, my lovelies, and sign up. And most importantly: HAVE FUN, EVERYONE!

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And, a note from your sponsor:  I SIGNED UP.  A foray into a new dimension -- shipping Clint with someone who is NOT Natasha.  Or Laura.  Or Bobbi.  Or Melinda May.  Or ... You know what?  I think I can do this!!

alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Title:  "Openings"  (posted as Chapter 19 of "Moments"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] alphaflyer
Rating:  PG
Warnings:  None apply (except possible sugar shock from excessive fluffiness)
Characters/Relationships:  Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Clint asks Natasha for dating advice.

Author's Note:  At one point, [livejournal.com profile] igrockspock left a bunch of prompts on her journal, one of which was Clint asking Natasha for dating advice even though she isn't exactly the right person.  I couldn’t find where she left it (or the exact wording), but it sounded like fun so it rattled around in my mind...  It was probably supposed to be headed elsewhere, but I chose the ship travelling down De Nile.


Read it here on AO3
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
A [livejournal.com profile] towerparty speed challenge flashfic, written to [livejournal.com profile] geckoholic’s prompt “we live or die together.”


Toast )
alphaflyer: (Central Park 2)
Title: Day of Saints and Sinners
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, some pretty awful childhood stuff (canon, not graphic)
Summary:  February is the cruellest month -- until it isn't.

Author's note: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] be_compromised Valentine's promptathon, to prompts from [livejournal.com profile] happilydancing (“Valentines Day the year before they met, the year they met, and the year after they met (or increments of 5 years)" -- I got that one almost right) and [livejournal.com profile] scribble_myname (“Every February 14th, they have to fend off the meddling matchmakers.”

Read it on AO3 or FFN
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Title: Double Deuce
Characters/Relationships: Tony Stark, Peter Quill, Natasha Romanoff (Tony/Pepper and Natasha/Clint implied)
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Tony really should know better than walk into another bar the week before Christmas.

Author's Note: This was written for [livejournal.com profile] igrockspock's holiday exchange, for [livejournal.com profile] enkanowen, based on the irresistible prompt "Tony Stark and Peter Quill walk into a bar."  My first time writing Tony POV ... Lord, that man can be a snob. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] igrockspock for organizing this, and getting me out of my Clint/Natasha comfort zone!

Read on AO3 here or on FFN here.
alphaflyer: (Hazy rubble Blackhawk)
A day late, but sometimes RL just gets in the way.  (This week, it was Annoyingly Present throughout.)

But -- here we are, better late than never!  I had twelve trick-or-treaters, so two 5+1 stories seemed the logical way, and then [livejournal.com profile] topaz119 reminded me of the virtues of the 100-word drabble.  Each little piece is a separate "treat" for six of my LJ friends -- collected here for easy reference.  The second batch will (hopefully) follow tomorrow!  :-)


Five Times Natasha Romanoff Ignored Clint Barton (And One Time She Didn’t) )
alphaflyer: (Hawkeye Aja silhouette)
Written for the be_compromised Valentine’s Day Promptathon – more specifically for franztastisch, and her prompt Clint and Natasha are drifters on the railroads.

The time is the mid-1930s. Because I said that I’d never write an A/U; because I just returned from a trip to a dust bowl of a country; and because Springsteen’s Thunder Road came up on my playlist today and gave me a title that cried out for a story.



Show a Little Faith
(There’s Magic in the Night)

Read it on AO3

Or right here, under the cut )
alphaflyer: (Barton)
Author's Note:  So I polished up the Coda to "Second Mouse" that I had written for [livejournal.com profile] crazy4orcas as a Hallowe'en treat, and posted it under the title "Loose Ends".  Immediately, the plaintive reviews and PMs started: Yeah, that's nice, but we wanted to see Bond meet Clint and Natasha ...
[livejournal.com profile] sugar_fey asked particularly nicely, so I stuck this into a comment for her.  I'll probably put it into a comment fic compilation at some point; in the meantime, dear Flisters, here it is, special delivery.

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She walks into the bar with a purposeful stride, ignoring the appreciative stares from the other patrons as she heads straight for Bond’s table.  She inclines her head in a silent greeting and allows him to pull out a chair for her.

He clears his throat when it becomes obvious that she isn’t going to say anything.

"And a good evening to you, too ... Natasha, it is now?"

She looks at Bond in a way that would be down her nose if she wasn't half a head shorter than him -- even in heels -- and raises a perfectly arched eyebrow as she sits down.

"And you are ...?"

Bond is momentarily rendered speechless.  Surely she cannot have forgotten …  Those red curls look just as soft and burnished as they did on his pillow in that lodge on Skye, where she screamed his name …  But she obviously expects an answer to her question.  Her fingers are strumming impatiently on her hips now and so he gives in, raising an eyebrow of his own in what he hopes is a solid imitation of M-grade superciliousness.

“Bond.  James Bond.”

She nods, and extends her hand.

That James Bond?  The one who sends Clint a case of beer several times a year?”

He exhales slowly, patiently.  So that’s how she wants it?  His smile is polite, his voice non-committal as he takes her hand and grips it firmly.  Two can play at this game.

“The very one.”

“Good beer,” she nods approvingly.  “I suppose you two must have worked pretty closely together at some point.”

“You could say that.”  If she asks him where, he might just strangle her.  Luckily, Barton chooses that moment to saunter up to their table with his usual I’m-only-refraining-from-killing-you-because-I-can’t-be-bothered-just-now expression.

“Bond,” he says in his usual off-handed manner.  “Good to see you.  I see you’ve met Natasha already.”

Not him, too?  Bond had expected territorial stakes being drilled into the ground here; instead, Barton couldn’t seem to be able to care less.

Time to cut the bullshit.

“Yes, we have.  Met, I mean.  Quite some time ago, in fact.  Surprised you don’t seem to remember.”

Barton and Romanoff exchange a glance that seems to cover a whole encrypted conversation in under a second.  At the end, he shrugs in a way that seems to say, your call.

“Some lives, Mr. Bond,” she says, having come to a conclusion, “lend themselves better to continuity than others.”

Bond digests that thought with a sip of his martini, then fishes out the olive and lets it roll around in his mouth for a moment.  She’s not wrong -- and suddenly he wishes his own powers of reinvention were as finely honed as those of the woman before him.  It’s a skill that would come in handy from time to time.

He watches the two agents before him exchange another conversational look, which ends with a little gleam in her eyes and a slightly curled lip on Barton’s part, and tries to dissect the feeling in the pit of his stomach as he bites down on the olive.  No – not jealousy.  Envy, perhaps?

“And now?” he can’t help himself asking.  “Who are you now?”

Barton turns to him, his face as open as Bond has ever seen it.

“Partners,” he says simply.  “It’s really not that complicated.”

A response is clearly called for, and so Bond raises his glass.

“Well, in that case,” he says, “I hope you only live twice.”
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