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[community profile] rarefemslashexchange is a multifandom exchange focused on f/f ships with fewer than 250 works on AO3. This is its third year and my first time participating. Around 100 people signed up and wrote 120 works works in 80 fandoms.

I wrote a Bridgerton fic with Eloise and an original character.

I received Norse Myth fic with Angrboda/Sigyn, which was also informed by the book The Witch’s Heart by Genevieve Gornichec. (Have I mentioned how awesome this book is?)

What I wrote:

The Poetess (2493 words) by firecat
Fandom: Bridgerton (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eloise Bridgerton/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Eloise Bridgerton, Original Female Character(s), Genevieve Delacroix
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Age Difference, Cunnilingus, Fingering, First Meetings, Feminist Themes
Summary:
At Madame Delacroix’s dress shop, Eloise Bridgerton learns of a Society that meets to draw inspiration from a certain Ancient Greek poetess.

What I received:

end of the world (or the last thing you see) (787 words) by a_sentimental_man
Fandom: Norse Religion & Lore, The Witch's Heart - Gornichec
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Angrboða | Angerboda/Sigyn (Norse Religion & Lore)
Characters: Angrboða | Angerboda (Norse Religion & Lore), Sigyn (Norse Religion & Lore)
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Introspection, a lot of yearning in here, Pre Ragnarok, Conversations, this fic was written on vibes and feels, POV Angrboda, Hopeful Ending

Summary:
"That's the crux of it, isn't it?" Sigyn asks, her voice pitched high, thin and hoarse from not speaking for what must have felt like an eon for her. A few years ago, Angrboda wouldn't have cared, filled with too much vengeance and too little sense, but these days, with Ragnarok looming and the end of the world as they knew it getting closer and closer, she found she didn't mind. They were both—they were both people who'd been played for fools by the Fates, in the end.

They meet each other at the edge of the world.


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