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1. Don’t be a dick.
2. No kink shaming. People like what they like.
Requesting Rules:
1. Submit a prompt here for sfw fics. You can do this on or off anon.
2. Please include the characters or pairings you want to see in the subject header, as well as a kink or situation.
Example: Pythia/Exael; college roommate AU
3. In the body of the post, you can go more into what you want from the fill, but try to give the writer some wiggle room.
Example: I’d love it if this fic could be fluffy and cute. Bonus points if Exael asks Pythia on a date to the ice-skating rink during the winter holidays!
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5. Try to warn for any potentially triggering content.
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Filling Rules:
1. Please reply directly to the request with your fill. Fics and art are both okay!
2. Please include the word Fill and the title of your fill in the subject header of the reply. If the fill is multiple parts, indicated the part number.
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3. Please warn for any potential triggering content.
4. Try to make sure you’re giving the requester what they wanted. If someone asks for arranged marriage, don’t spring vore on them without warning, and vice versa.
5. If you have a great idea that you really want to run with, but it includes other kinks or situations that were unasked for, you can reply to the person who requested and ask if that’s okay before you start writing.
6. When you’re finished filling, please consider submitting your fic as fanmail to the involved characters!
gold/b domesticity
(Anonymous) 2019-08-14 04:11 am (UTC)(link)Housewarming (1/1) - fanmail is fine
(Anonymous) 2019-08-28 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)There's no couch, and no table, and no TV. None of the curtains have windows, and there are exactly zero utensils in the drawers.
But it's theirs, and honestly, that's all they've ever wanted.
Gold and B stand staring at the landscape of cardboard boxes and blank spaces, at the place where the previous tenant decidedly did not patch the hole in the far wall.
"It's beautiful," says B. His tone is over-the-top reverent – playful, but maybe somewhere down beneath that a little serious, too.
"It's a solid three weeks of work before we can come home to a real apartment at night," says Gold, tone even and considering. "Still worth it?"
B quirks a smile and turns toward him. "You even have to ask?"
Gold reaches out toward him – winds his arms around B's waist and pulls him in nearer.
B tips his face up, eyes bright with expectation. Just as Gold leans in for a kiss, the doorbell rings.
"Who is it?" says B, flustered, as they pull apart like guilty children.
Silver lets himself in without knocking. "Just figured you'd want something for dinner," he says, and sets a stack of pizzas on the nearest mound of boxes. "Might be hard to cook before you get a kitchen up and running."
It's true; there's no food for dinner, and even if there was, there would be nothing to cook it in.
Gold opens up the top pizza box, idly – glances inside. Then he checks the one underneath. And the one underneath that. It's a lot of pizza.
"You'd better help us eat this," he says.
Silver does.
They eat on the floor, cross-legged and casual, leaning against the wall, and when they're done, Silver takes the leftovers. "Where are you gonna put it without a fridge?" he asks, with a slanted smile that means he'd probably planned this in the first place. Then he gives them a wave, slips out the door, and is gone.
Gold and B share a glance, as the door shuts behind him.
"It'll be nice," says B, "having your brother in the building."
"Uh huh," says Gold, and tugs him closer. "Now, where were we?"
He leans in again, slow and intent. B closes his eyes, lips parting slightly.
Then the doorbell rings.
"Helloooooo," says C, voice pitched to carry through the door. "Anyone home?"
Gold and B pull apart again, more reluctantly this time.
"You want to get that?" says Gold.
"It's fine, it's fine," says C, and lets himself inside. "I've got it!"
He's holding a massive box of something in his arms, and he's walking with a bounce in his step.
B frowns at the box – leans in to peer inside, and then reels back with a yelp.
Gold looks as he passes, too. Then he gives the contents of the box a dead-eyed stare.
"Isn't it perfect?" says C. "I found it at a modern art exhibit."
He pulls the item in question out of the box. It takes him a while, hand over hand, to manage it.
When it's finally fully upright, the statue of the furby-snake stands twenty feet tall. It curls around the ceiling like it's protecting something precious.
"But why," says B.
"Because everyone deserves a housewarming present," says C, grinning, and pinches his cheek. "Take good care of him, okaaay?"
"Our apartment is cursed now," says B. "You realize that, don't you?"
"What kind of apartment doesn't have a curse?" says C, flippant, and waltzes on out the door again.
B and Gold exchange a long look.
Gold fishes in one of the boxes marked BEDROOM and throws a sheet over the furby's head.
A twenty-foot-tall monstrosity still looms in their living room, but at least now it isn't staring down at them.
"Okay," says Gold. If the mood can survive that, it can survive anything."
Right on cue, the doorbell rings. The door swings inward, shoved by eager hands.
"Surprise!" call their new neighbors, gathered in the hallway with housewarming gifts and and a banner that reads WELCOME.
They have to wait a minute, though.
As it turns out, B and Gold are already busy.