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Heathens | Part 2 | Tyler Joseph

A/N: I’m so happy about the reaction you guys gave Heathens! I’ll admit I was a little scared to post it, but.. I’m glad I did! Here’s part 2! Enjoy lovelies! |-/

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Originally posted by aniskywlkr

“Lovely,” A small voice whispers. “Wake up,” I hum in annoyance. Even behind my eyelids, the sun shines brightly through the sheer curtains. I bury my face into the pillow to hide from the morning rays. The familiar voice laughs, drifting closer to my ear before the feeling of soft lips is felt below it. “I don’t want to get up either, but we have to.” Showing half of my face, I peel open one eye to see him sitting up in bed now. The tan sheets and white comforter stop just below his belly button. I give him a lazy smile.

“M'so tired baby. Can’t you just lay with me some more?”

“It’s already two in the afternoon.” There’s a hint of humor in his voice. I gaze over his torso: so defined and toned, then drift up to his face that holds a soft closed mouth smile. Those pink lips were just begging to be smothered in good afternoon kisses. My hand wraps around the crook of his elbow and tugs him to move closer to me.

“Pretty please? Just a few more minutes?” He laughs and rolls his brown eyes, knowing that he’ll give into my innocent voice.

“Only a few more minutes, okay?” He says then lies back down facing me with a small smile.He grabs my left hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. Those chocolate eyes filled with nothing but kindness, one trait that caused me to fall in love with him. There are so many good qualities about him that I adore, but right now it’s the comfort of his touch. As his thumb fiddles with the ring that decorates my finger, he whispers. “I love you,” The sleepiness slowly creeping back into his voice.

Within minutes, his brown eyes fall shut once again with a firm grip on my hand. My eyelids are heavy, but I try and keep them open; I always enjoy the sight of him sleeping peacefully. His dark brown hair splayed across the top of the pillow; those pouty pink lips slightly agape, and his chest rising and falling at a steady pace. As my gaze drifts lower, I take in the toned muscles of his arms and torso; something I will never be able to resist. The fingers of my free hand rest at my side twitch, begging to run over each valley and hill of skin. However, I don’t want to disturb him, so I settle by rubbing my thumb over the back of his hand. Three small lines wrap around his wrist, and as my gaze drifts up, another thicker ring stops just before his elbow before two more appear just above it. Finally, on his shoulder resides two upside down exclamation marks. This end leads my gaze right back to his face which causes a small smile to appear. How did I ever get this lucky? What an honor it is to be loved by someone like him. Softly, I whisper those three words again before closing my own eyes.

The only thing I see is darkness and the feeling of something soft below me. My arms wrap around the same material that my cheek rests on. This newly found inkiness greets a new hue: a pale orange with hints a yellow. It’s start off vague, then grows at the same speed as the white cloud. An eye falls open, then the other revealing an empty side of the bed. I sit up in a rush scanning the entire sunlit room. Not another single soul present. That was all.. just a dream? A rosy tint spreads across my nose at the romantic thought of Tyler lying next to me. It’s happened again. That’s the fourth time this week that I’ve had a fantasy about the two of us belonging together.

Ever since the incident that occurred two weeks ago, Tyler is the only thing that is on my mind. How is he doing? Is he still in solitary? What are they going to do to him? All these questions are buzzing around in my brain non-stop, making it harder to concentrate on the other patients I attend. With the little free time I have, it’s hard to conduct my investigation especially with security that’s higher than ever. I wish I just had the answers to all these questions in the palm of my hands, but ever since the Captain halted Tyler’s treatment, that night in solitary is the last time we spoke.

After the final sentence fell from my lips, the look of hurt that formed in his eyes and the silence that enveloped the room afterward chilled me to the bone. I’ve never seen him in that state before. His gaze turned cold after a couple of minutes, something new and darker forming in those irises. As an explanation tumbled from my mouth, he only turned on his heel, cutting me off mid-sentence, and walked over to his cot with shoulders hunched. I rushed after him, gripping his bicep tight to stop him, but he shrugged it off before turning around to glare with florescent red eyes. “Don’t,” He warned through gritted teeth. I stumbled backward, appalled by this new sight and as he continued something else changed. “I love you with all that I’ve got, and that will never change.” When he took a step forward, I took one back at any inky blackness started painting the skin of his fingers and trailing up onto his hands. It’s not long before the same occurrence began to appear right below his jaw. The darkness faded downward almost like wispy clouds. “And if you can’t accept that.. then stay away from me!” And there he stood right before me for the first time, not Tyler, but Blurryface himself. In one swift movement, his entire body faded into a fog, almost disappearing completely before reappearing sitting atop of his cot facing the wall. I left that room without saying another word, but with tears sliding down my cheeks.

Stay away from me: a simple order that can so easily be broken with the right clearance. I just don’t know where I would even start. I can’t just go around Arkham shoving needles in people’s necks; I’m lucky that I didn’t get caught the first time. My eyes fall on my watch, 9:00 right one the nose. Forty-five minutes until I have to be at my next session. Sighing, I throw the covers off my bare legs then head over to my dresser, rifling through it until I find a pair of black slacks and a peachy blouse. Not even bothering with a full face of makeup, I swipe on some mascara then toss my hair into a bun. I gather my briefcase, lab coat, ID badge, then slip on a pair of kitten heels before heading out the door.

When I reach the doctor’s quarters, I greet the co-workers I’ve grown close to throughout my stay here, then head into the patient archives to exchange files for the who I’m working with today. Holding my badge up to the scanner, the familiar buzz, green light, and click grant my access into the room with hundreds of tall filing cabinets. Some doctors are pulling files like myself while other employees clean and organize what was left the day prior. Weaving through the aisles, I make it to the desired section and set my case on the cabinet then open up the metal drawer. My fingers scan through each name until I reach the missing place; I open up my case to grab the file. My eyes fill with tears when I find Tyler’s folder still hidden away inside. Even though his treatment stopped, I urged to the Captain to allow me to continue my research, so he let me keep his folder. In the meantime, the only visual I get to see in reality is his mugshot, but instead of brown eyes staring back, it’s those intense red ones. Quickly, I pull out the other folder and close the case before returning it to its place. My fingers scan each remaining name until I come to the one I need today, but instead of selecting that one, my eyes land on another: Harleen Quinzel. I gulp as his words echo in the back of my brain: “Kinda like this, huh? A psychiatrist and a sociopath..” Perhaps, she’s the starting point I need?

“Are you insane, Dr. (Y/L/N)? Asking a criminal for help?” I mutter lowly. Shaking my head quickly after the thought, I grab the other file then hesitantly begin to close the drawer. But what other choices do I have? All I want to do is see him again. With her knowledge of the facility, I’m sure she will be of some use. She, of course, helped Joker escape from here multiple times before finally getting caught. So I’m hoping all those tricks are still hidden around this place. I open the drawer back up and pull her file, sticking it inside with the two others then shut it. I walk out of the room, wondering what kind of mess I’m about to get myself into.

* * *

As the elevator passes each floor down, my hands grow more sweaty as I grip my case tighter. Trying to compose my nerves with all the guards surrounding me, their guns not helping matters at all. I can’t believe that my white lie worked. Speaking with the Captain prior, I explained that Harley could benefit from my research since Tyler had mentioned her on several accounts. He didn’t put up much of a fight, but that’s the benefit of having someone’s trust on your side. With a head nod, he dismissed me, and I headed to the elevator that I reside in now. It comes to a halt, and the doors slide open. My heels click against the concrete followed by the sound of leather boots. Within a few short minutes, I’m face to face with the same large metal door, only this time Tyler isn’t inside. I won’t be greeted by that charming smile or soft voice. "Ma'am, you alright?” A guard asks.

Shaking my head, I respond, “Oh! Um, yes sorry. Just a little nervous is all.” Pushing my glasses up on my nose bridge, I wave my badge over the scanner, and it lights up green.

“You have ever right to be. Good luck, Doctor.” Thanking him wearily, I push open the door and step inside. She’s sitting in the chair across from the table in orange jumpsuit and straitjacket. While she’s bound on her top half, she’s also got chains on her ankles that are bolted to the floor. The sight sends a chill down my spine, so much danger in a single person. Her platinum blonde hair is parted down the center as tied off in low pigtails. The pink and blue dye that was once there before has faded to almost nothing. The only thing that stands out on the white canvas is the black ink on her left cheek and jawline. Before I sit, she smiles widely and greets me in the most chipper voice.

“Hello, doctor! Harley Quinn, pleased to meet ya!” Nodding with a small smile, I set my case next to the chair I sit in, then pull out her file. “I know why you’re here sugar, and it’s not about talking about my messed up head.”

“You do?”

Her blue eyes are bright as she laughs. “O’course! We may be in cells here, but we got eyes and ears all over! It’s Puddin’s duty, ya see? He’s the king of this place.” She sighs at the last part as she looks up like she’s picturing her clown prince on the ceiling. “He keeps tabs on everyone that causes him problems, and that includes you.”

“What? How have I caused him problems? I’ve done nothing!”

“HA! Remember that murder that happened two weeks ago? Well, it’s because of ya that my Puddin’ is being investigated now! He was this close to busting us out of here and you and that Blurryface character come around and screw everything up!” Her cheeks are red like tomatoes as she spits her venom. “Why couldn’t have kept your trap shut, Doctor?”

“Harley, I’m sorry-”

“I’m done here. I’ve said everything I wanna say. Press that button so I can get out of here why don’t ya?” She gestures the bright red button on the corner of the table. The one that frightened Tyler so badly. My head falls in defeat, but my jaw clenches in anger. No. She was the only link I have to him, and she won’t even allow me a chance to explain myself. My eyes avert up, glaring at her with everything I have. “Oh, is someone angry?” She snickers then leans back in her chair when I spring up from mine.

“If you don’t help me, I’m going to misdiagnose you to the point where you never have the chance to see your lovely Puddin’ again, and since you’re so demented, no one is ever going to believe you.“

With a roll of her eyes, she laughs nervously. “Like he would ever-”

“It’s sad to think that he cares for you. I’m probably not the first person or the last to say it, but you don’t ever hurt the ones you care for. Everything is just a joke with him Harley, including you. All the physical and emotional abuse that you deal with is astonishing to all odds, and I’ll never understand why you put up with it. Even a sociopath like you deserves to be treated like a queen.”

She averts her now watery gaze to the table, then whispers, “I-I don’t know. Love just makes you do crazy things.” She chuckles lightly when she looks back up. “We both should know that. That why I’m in this dump, and you’re here asking a sociopath for help.” She sniffles, then lowers her voice to a whisper. “I want something in return.”

“Fair enough. I can allow you to return to be Joker’s toy, or if you would like to go back to the life you once had before him, I’ll gladly be your psychiatrist.”

She bites her lip then looks down at the jacket and shackles. “I don’t think I’ll leave just yet. Loose ends and all that, but when I’m ready though, I hope you’ll be around.”  

“I promise you, I will be.”

She smiles wide. “Alright, all you have to do is go to solitary at midnight. We’ll take care of the rest.” Without thinking, I hop out of my chair and wrap my arms around her in a hug. She flinches at the gesture but relaxes.

“Thank you so much, Harley!”

“Yeah, yeah. Can you stop hugging me now?” I apologize then release her from my grip before sitting back down in my chair. She lets out a giggle. “Are we done, doc? Gotta lot of business to take care of.”

* * *

The rest of the day proceeded as normal: saw a few more patients, had lunch, then clocked out at five o’ clock right on the dot. Throughout the work period, I kept glancing at my watch, hoping time would fly by. But it seemed that every minute would just drag on; that’s how it feels now as I wait on my bed with fifteen minutes to go; As the time ticked down, I changed into something a little more comfortable: a tee, some jeans, and sneakers. I haven’t even thought about what I’m going to say to him, that is if I even get to see him tonight. That’s all up to Harley.

Five more minutes go by before I decide that I’m fed up with waiting. Pushing myself off the bed and out the door, my sneakers crunch against the dirt road leading into the central part of the asylum. The ocean wind nips at the exposed skin on my arms and neck. It’s darker than usual, all of the spotlights are off, and there are no guards on duty anywhere. I exhale the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Harley is holding her end of the bargain.

I take the elevator down the ground floor, and on the way down, the air grows thicker, making it harder to breathe. The door open, revealing the hallway of metal rooms with padding all inside. I’m here, and just down the hall resides Tyler. With each step I take, it echoes off the concrete walls while my pounding heartbeat fills my ears. When I approach the door, there is a note folded in half taped across the scanner. I peel it off and open it then grin at the contents. It reads: It’s unlocked and I’ll see you very soon. Love, Harleen.

After tucking the note into my jeans, I sigh, trying to shake the nerves then push open the door. Inside, I find Tyler sitting in the same spot on the cot, facing the wall. It’s like all this time never passed except for a couple of minutes. As I open my mouth to speak his name, he cuts me off like he knew I was standing there the whole time. “I told you to stay away, (Y/N).” His tone is like ice.

Just hearing his voice again brings tears to my eyes, I don’t care what words he speaks. “I can’t,” My voice is barely above a whisper which causes him to turn his head, those red eyes visible from my place at the door. “I don’t want to be anywhere else, Tyler.”

He chuckles then averts his gaze to the wall. “Why? It’s clear that we don’t share the same feelings.”

“Don’t say that!” A few drops escape down onto my cheeks. “Why would I sneak over here in the middle of the night just to see you, or why would I keep that flower under my pillow if I didn’t care for you? Every single day, I’ve thought about you, even though sometimes I tried my damnedest not to, but I just couldn’t get you out of my head.” I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand and let out a laugh. “I put my career on the line for you, breaking rule after rule, which is something I would never do because this job is my life. I’ve lied, snuck around, and hell, I even met with Harley Quinn to help me get in here. That’s how much I love you, Tyler.”

 He pushes himself off the cot in a huff. “Why did you say those words to me then, lovely? Do you know how much that broke me inside?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I was just… afraid.”  Within a blink of an eye, he’s standing right in front of me, the cloud of fog dispersing around him in seconds. His red eyes are like dying fire. 

“Are you.. afraid of me now?”

My gaze falls down his pink lips then back up to his burning irises. My thumb brushes his right cheek, then slides down back behind his dark neck pulling him for a tender kiss upon those lips that I’ve been craving for the longest time. He tastes like he does in my dreams, like a sweet poison that only makes me want more. His arms wrap around my waist, his fingers slightly drifting under the fabric of my shirt. The touch of those black fingertips is chilling to the bone, and I enjoy ever single second of it. He kisses me lightly on the lips one more time after he pulls away but still lingers close. His hot breath washes over my mouth. “You shouldn’t be afraid of the ones you love.”

He sighs as he closes his eyes, a single tear slipping from one of them. He takes a few steps away from me, and my brows come together in confusion. To my surprise, however, I notice that Blurryface’s elements are no longer present. His skin is back to the tanned tone, and his irises are the hue of chocolate. “Lovely.. tomorrow morning I’m..” He sniffles. “I’m getting lobotomized.”

“What?” My voice whispers, growing louder the more upset I become. “Why?”

“After they had found me guilty of Martin’s murder, they believed that this is the best option for me, and-” I gasp, cutting Tyler off when I spot Harley directly behind him, holding a gun to the side of his head. She pulls the hammer back with a click. Her blue eyes find me with a smile. Tyler jaw clenches at her presence, but remains expressionless like the weaponry held to his temple doesn’t phase him at all.

“Afternoon doc, did ya miss me?” Her chin rests on top of his shoulder. “Cause I certainly missed you!” 

“What do you want?” I hiss, then take a step forward, but she moves the barrel to point in my direction, causing me to halt. 

“I wouldn’t move if I were you, and I’m here for…” She moves closer to Tyler’s ear to purr the rest of her sentence. “loose ends.” Peering over to me, she smiles. “Remember how we talked about that? Didn’t think it would be this easy!” She pulls out a needle sealed with a protected cover; the contents inside are clear; the cap falls to the ground when she tugs it off with her teeth. “Of course, I’m not going to shoot you, that’s not very fun. I’m gonna have little Blurry here do it for me.”

“He won’t commit to that!”

She laughs. “I know, honey. That was this hallucinatory drug is for! I mean that’s how I got him to send his friends off to kill Martin and to even take the blame for it!” My jaw drops in shock. He didn’t do it. It was all the Joker’s doing! She squeals excitedly. “Oh, Puddin’ was so happy to hear that.” 

“Why the fuck are you doing this?” 

“He’s still angry about my attempt to steal back some of that profit I help him get.” Tyler throws in.

“That’s right! Puddin’ never forgets! And with your little lovely here dead, the Captain will forget about the lobotomy and promote you to the electric chair! It all works out nicely! Two deaths to make my Puddin’ smile even bigger!”

“You won’t get away with this!”

She rolls her eyes. “Blah, blah, blah.” Her hand drives the needle down towards Tyler’s neck, but he vanishes into fog causing her to growl in frustration. Bullets fly in the direction of the mist, but end up hitting the soft walls. "Stop moving! What fun is that?” I retreat back toward the door, but as my hand grips the handle, a spark from a bullet make me fall to the ground in terror. “Forget it! I’ll do it myself! Say goodni-” She cut herself off with a loud scream as Tyler guides the infected needle into her own neck, the button pressed down releasing all the liquid into her bloodstream. The gun clatters to the floor with Harley falling to her knees shortly after. I run over to Tyler who is squatted down in front of her. 

“Take that gun, this needle and go turn yourself in. Be sure to explain what the drug does, and don’t mention ever seeing us, okay?” Slowly, her head nods in response before she picks herself off of the ground and heads towards the doors. After the door closes behind us, I throw my arms around Tyler’s neck, peppering kisses all over his face. He chuckles, and his arms find their place around my waist. 

“You’re innocent!”

“Let’s just hope that the Captain sees it that way.”

“With Harley’s confession, I’m sure it’s an excellent head start." 

He smiles as those red eyes fade once again to that beautiful brown. He places a soft kiss on my lips, then asks in a soft voice. "May I ask again if I can have that normal future with you, lovely?”

“You don’t have to. My answer is yes, Tyler.”

* * *

It took about three weeks for the investigation to unfold, exposing ever plot that the demented duo has planned for their escape, and to clear Tyler’s name. Of course, during that period we kept our relationship a sworn secret, not wanting to risk anything that might tamper the case. With a clean slate, he resumed treatment, and in a month’s time, the three of us were sat together in the Captain’s office signing the release forms for a refurbished Tyler. He was no longer wearing that hideous jumpsuit, but some jeans and a t-shirt. That black jumpsuit I had gotten him was folded up on his lap. After the paperwork was finished, the Captained offered me a full-time position here on Arkham, but I politely declined, stating that I had other patients back on Gotham that required my attention. It’s of course, not a lie at all. That’s where I started before I came here for a few months. With a head nod, he shook both of our hands one final time then lead us out where we were met by guards who would escort us out to the docks. As the boat exits the waterfront, I look over at Tyler who smiles widely at the city in the distance, gripping his mark of sanity tight. My cheeks flush. I never thought I would be leaving Arkham Asylum with the newly reformed love of my life. 

And I’m forever grateful for it.

A/N: OMG, those twists though?

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for the five worded prompt "kick his ass for me" or "fight me, you attractive person"and septiplier!!

“You’re gonna do good today?”

“With you watching? Of course.”

Jack beams, pressing a quick kiss to the knight’s lips before anyone else comes in. Mark laughs against them, but doesn’t pull away, taking in every ounce of good luck he can possibly get.

“Sir Avidan is competing today,” Jack tells him, some genuine seriousness taking over his tone. “You won’t feel weird about that, will you?”

“We’re competing today for the King’s Champion,” Mark replies. “Danny will be fighting just as hard as I will. We both know it’s all in good sport. Don’t worry, our friendship will remain intact, I’m sure.”

“You know if you win this, you get to spend way more time with me,” Jack says casually, as if it’s no big deal. “It won’t be weird to see you with me almost all the time.”

Mark smiles. The knowledge is not unknown to him. To be the King’s Champion is a great honor and Mark would take it gladly–being around the youngest prince a majority of the time is only a plus.

“What an honor it would be,” Mark drawls. “To be in the presence of the royal family’s darling and King’s Champion all at once.”

The horns sound, and Jack jumps a bit, but realizes quickly what the sound is. “I guess that’s your curtain call, huh?”

“Indeed,” he answers. “Time for me to go and prove my worth.”

Jack stops him before he begins to move, pulling something from his belt. It’s a handkerchief, and without asking, he ties it around Mark’s left arm.

“For good luck,” he says with a grin. “And so no one else can claim you. Don’t let Danny win, okay? I don’t know if I could handle all that hair.”

Mark laughs, and feeling brave, he kisses him again, briefly, before pulling away. He begins to leave the tent when Jack says, “Mark?”

He looks back. Jack’s got a mischievous light in his eyes. “Kick his ass for me.”

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…for some reason I now have the mental image of Anakin running into the Library, determined that THIS time he’s going to beat Darth Vex - only to go skidding to a stop when he sees exactly WHO’s badgering a grumpy Vex to eat more. “MOM?!”

His mother just waved. “Oh, hello Ani. Do you want some stew?”

All Anakin could do was gape, which prompted Obi-Wan to snap, “Don’t stand there with your mouth hanging open.”

Anakin closed his mouth. Then opened it again - and then closed it. “I don’t understand,” he said plaintively after a moment, tone dangerously close to being a whine.

“Your friend here was kind enough to buy me from Watto and give me my freedom,” Shmi said. 

“He is not my friend!” Obi-Wan and Anakin burst out at almost the same time.

Shmi raised one eyebrow and took a sip of her caf, saying nothing. 

“I told her she didn’t have to stay,” Obi-Wan muttered after a moment. 

“Of course I did. I had a debt to repay. Besides, it’s not often I find someone of similar temperament in our line of work.”

Anakin tilted his head. “Your line of work?”

Obi-Wan and Shmi exchanged a look. “Archiving,” Shmi said swiftly, “Didn’t I tell you I learnt when I was a girl?”

“No…” Anakin said slowly, his attention on Obi-Wan. He was giving Shmi an odd look - almost as if he had been expecting her to say something else. “Where were you last time I was here, then? And before that?”

“Expanding the collection,” Shmi said mysteriously, “But when Obi-Wan said you might return, I had to come back straight away.” She stood up and reached out to him. “Oh, Ani. Look how big you’ve grown. Come here.”

It wasn’t unattached, wasn’t the Jedi way, but Anakin couldn’t help himself. He hugged her tight, burying his face in her shoulder. 

“You’re a lot taller than me now,” Shmi said, laughing a little and stroking his hair. Anakin found his throat was too choked up to reply. “Let’s sit down, just us two,” Shmi said quietly to him, “We’ll tell each other all the stories we’ve collected over these years we’ve been apart.” Anakin nodded, sniffing slightly.

“You stay here so much, you might as well have your own room,” he distinctly heard Obi-Wan mutter. 

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YU-GI-OH! AO3 Mini Exchange!

Hello and welcome back for the 2015 Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfiction Mini Exchange for Archive of Our Own! 

But I don’t have an AO3 Account!

Exactly why this event is happening! AO3 is an exciting young community, but it takes writers and readers like us to make it thrive. Please send an either an e-mail to summontribute@gmail.com or an ask to ariasune for an invitation to AO3 for the event. Or you can go through the AO3 system here!

Schedule!

Sign-ups: JUNE 13, 2015 - JULY 25, 2014
Assignments: JULY 26, 2014 - AUGUST 01 2014
Due: OCTOBER 01, 2015
Revealed: OCTOBER 13, 2015

Contact Us!

Email: summontribute@gmail.com
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CLICK HERE FOR SIGN UPS

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YU-GI-OH! AO3 Mini Exchange!

Hello and welcome to the 2014 Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfiction Mini Exchange for Archive of Our Own! We’re trying to get our numbers up (only six entries so far!) so please feel free to signal boost even if you’re not interested!

But I don't have an AO3 Account!

Exactly why this event is happening! AO3 is an exciting young community, but it takes writers and readers like us to make it thrive. Please send an either an e-mail to YGOSS14@gmail.com or an ask to ariasune for an invitation to AO3 for the event. Or you can go through the AO3 system here!

Schedule!

Sign-ups: JULY 31, 2014 - AUGUST 31, 2014
Assignments: SEPTEMBER 01, 2014 - SEPTEMBER 05 2014
Due: OCTOBER 01, 2014
Revealed: OCTOBER 13, 2014

Contact Us!

Email: YGOSS14@gmail.com 
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Follow Bakura to the Sign-Up Forms!

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Welcome to the Marvel Poly Fic Exchange for 2014~

Hello and welcome!  This blog, and the upcoming fic exchange, are here to celebrate all things poly in the wonderful Marvel universe!

A few ground rules:

  • This is going to be split into two parts.  One will be a proper fic exchange, run on Archive of Our Own and using their fic exchange system, and the other will be a simple mini bang to encourage people to write more poly fic for the Marvel Universe.  Sign-ups for both start on the 17th.  Deadlines for both will come a bit later.
  • This exchange is for any and all Marvel universes, both MCU, 616, Ultimates and anything in between.
  • All updates, and general information about the fic fest will be posted on this blog, so this is where you want to be!

Feel free to ask any questions!