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Prompt Meme: SFW Prompts

General Rules:

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!

4. One request per submission, please! If you have more than one request, post them separately.

5. Try to warn for any potentially triggering content.

6. Don’t forget to fill out requests, too!

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.

Example: Fill: And They Were Roommates (1/3)

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!

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A romantic tale of boy meets girl, boy and girl go on a date, boy and girl try to outdo each other with ridiculous stunts and feats on said date.

Gold and B are moving into their first apartment together. They are ready for some ~romantic smooching~ when they're continually interrupted by friendly neighbors introducing themselves--all other friends unintentionally(?) interrupting them by coincidentally(???) living in the same building

John Doe starts smoking a pipe and wearing a fedora and baking cakes and John from Homestuck loses his goddamn mind

characters of your choice are trapped in the cold and there's only one blanket... let's party like it's 1999

E and Yvette talking about spy work or on a mission together.

Bonus points if they're in France.

Red takes Angel on a date, and Intensity tags along as parental supervision.

Phantom Thieves and co. (Joker, A, Fox, Prim, North, Mars) planning and executing a massive heist ala Ocean's 11. Co-conspirators totally allowed, so long as the main cast is the focus. Bonus points if Imeeji mechanics are utilized (Lives, fanmail, vids, unit abilities, etc) for criminal activity.

Bonus BONUS points if the object of theft involves heart-stealing somehow. But really, go wild.

Intensity/King

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"This is fucking ridiculous," says Intensity.

His eyes are narrowed as he surveys the room – taking in the ramshackle wood walls, and the snow swirling by outside the uncurtained windows, and the single blanket that rests discarded on the floor.

"This is a set-up," says King, tone flat. "How is this even a game?"

"I would have said that kissing people under the mistletoe wasn't a game either," says Intensity. "And yet."

They consider the blanket for a long few seconds, in silence.

They turn to look at each other, appraising.

"You're on," says King, and takes the first step forward.

He doesn't know how to rack up the highest score in cuddling, but he's definitely going to try.

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Hiryuu/Levi

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It's not a very big blanket, is the thing.

It won't quite fit around two sets of shoulders, not comfortably, so now here they are, huddled in the corner, and Levi's master is settled in his lap.

It's warmer than he ever dared imagine. Even with the chill air nipping at his nose and his exposed cheekbones, his face feels too hot. He's sure he's had dreams that start this way, only in the dreams, Yona leans down to kiss him, and then –

Above him, Yona makes a small sound, and Leviathan goes stock still.

"Master?" says Levi, softly.

Yona doesn't answer. She shifts again, instead – curls in a little, to burrow her face against his collar bone. When he glances down, startled, her face is peaceful in sleep, hair soft and rumpled, an artless halo of red.

Leviathan hesitates for just a moment. Then he puts an arm around her, careful, and leans back against the wall to ease her into a more comfortable position.

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Ozy/Requiem

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"Consider yourself the most fortunate among the fortunate," says Ozymandius, and his voice booms through the cabin and rebounds off the walls.

"Oh, yeah?" says Requiem. She's curled against his side, arms looped casually around his waist. The blanket is wound around the both of them like a burrito. "Why's that?"

"My warmth cannot be matched," says Ozymandius. "The universe has never before conceived one better at warming blankets than I. Suns tremble before me and bow in awe of my heat."

Requiem snickers and nudges him in the side. "Slow down there, your godliness. You know the sun burns me, right?"

Ozymandias cranes his neck a little, to look down at her. "Not I," says Ozymandius. "I am king of kings and gentlest of suns. My warmth will keep at bay the deepest of blizzards. While all the world freezes, you shall remain in comfort!"

"Sounds pretty stronkin' good to me," says Requiem, and snuggles in against her own personal sun.

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B/C

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"I'm thinking colored smoke bombs. Flashy costumes. Maybe fireworks."

"Fancy," B remarks, idly. "Got a date picked out?"

C waves a hand back and forth, dismissive. The action shifts the blanket and lets some of the cold air in, and B plucks at it with his fingers, pulling it close again.

"Whenever my schedule permits, I suppose," says C, airy and aloof. "You can't imagine how busy it is, trying to be God."

B makes a snort that's kind of a laugh. He presses his cheek against C's shoulder. "Sounds like you've got an opening for an admin. I could do your calendar for you."

"Neeheehee," giggles C. "I've got you pencilled in for another part, I'm afraid. The extravaganza will almost certainly need a damsel in distress."

B pulls back just far enough to fix him with a stare. It's a dark stare, filled with menace. His eyes glimmer with the threat of violence, or at least with the threat of stealing the blanket.

"It's a very comfortable kidnapping spot," C assures him, all in a rush. "Plush chair, no teetering towers. It's practically a dream holiday destination."

B regards him for another few seconds before he thaws, relaxing back against C's shoulder.

"I want a cute dress," he says.

"Done," says C. "After all, why damsel if you can't damsel in style?"

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D.Va/Griffin

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Griffin's bright red, and he's getting redder.

If D.Va didn't know better, she'd think it was from having been out in the cold for so long – but no, they've definitely been snuggled up long enough that he ought to be back to normal. He's just plain blushing.

It's really cute.

"I'm a lot warmer now," says D.Va, and she leans in when she says it, so that he can probably feel her breath on the shell of his ear. "Thank you."

"It's fine," says Griffin, and his voice is a pitch higher than usual. He squirms a little. One of his hands is gripping his knee. "It only makes sense, right? One blanket, just the two of us."

"It's almost romantic," says Dva. "The empty cabin, the snow outside the window. No one here but the two of us…"

Her hand slides over the top of his, then drifts higher up his thigh.

Griffin squeaks and jerks like he's been electrocuted. "D.Va?!"

"You know," says D.Va, "the blanket would cover more of us if you just lay down on top of me."

Griffin's still sputtering when she takes him gently by the lapels of his elaborate military style coat and tugs him firmly down to the floor.

Graduated characters having a "movie night" where they livestream imeeji and commentate in chat with other graduates.
Angst or comedy is fine

Two unlikely groups of people come together to try and make their scrappy new indie coffeeshop a success.

The apartment's empty.

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.

Give me the couple or friends of your choice taking care of each other after a rough game, please, anon.

L does actually take Mars on a date and 100% sweeps him off his feet

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Prompt Meme: SFW Prompts

D.Va/Griffin; YOLO date

gold/b domesticity

john doe, zephyr

open request: blanketfic

E and Yvette, spy things

Angel/Red + Intensity

Persona 5 Cast and Friends, pulling off an imeeji heist

Fill: A Little Warmth (1/1)

Graduates

X/Yugi Fluff

baritones/lilis coffeeshop au

Housewarming (1/1) - fanmail is fine

Yugi/Coyote First Date Fluff

Any/any; shameless hurt/comfort

L/Mars