#femslash prompt

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Character A is not religious. She’s... let’s call it spiritual. She’s into the healing powers of crystals and herbs, she loves a good natural remedy, and she unironically thanks Mother Earth whenever she feels amazed by nature. Which is, to be perfectly honest, nearly every day. She’s generally a happy and laid-back person, but she has one big pet peeve: people who think she’s dumb because of what she believes. A is starting law school, thank you very much, and that has nothing to do with the clear quartz under her pillow.

Or maybe it does. It’s supposed to help with concentration!

Character B has just moved to a new city to start med school and make her childhood dream of becoming a doctor a reality. B is a woman of science: she likes facts and evidence and things that make sense. So when she meets her new roommate and her essential oil diffuser (lavender, for a calm introduction!), B is pretty sure her living situation could not possibly be any worse.

But it does get worse. First, there’s the fact that A‘s social life is as busy as her incense holder, so natural hermit B has to deal with a never-ending parade of people in her apartment wanting to make small talk. Then, there’s the discovery that there’s one thing that’s much worse than A: A in a relationship. And last, but certainly not least, the most chilling realization of all:

B is falling in love with A.

Alternate flavors:

A isn’t just into crystals and herbs: she’s an actual witch with magic powers, and if she must levitate B’s biochemistry book to prove it, she will.

B may be a woman of science, but that’s not the reason she’s so exasperated by A’s essential oils. It’s just that she comes from a long line of healing witches, and she’s sick of the appropriation.

[the-goofball]

In the spirit of mutual appreciation, how about some collaboration @regionalpancake?  How does their conversation continue?

[asianscaper]

Taking Raffi/Seven mini fic prompts!

Well, after that first fic post, I think we need more Raffi/Seven fic in AO3.

It’s that time of the decade. I’ll be taking 2 to 3 prompts for the Raffi/Seven pairing as I’m keen to add to the collection of Raffi/Seven fics in the wild.

A word, a sentence, a quote, a plot bunny. I’ll take ‘em all while I have time during my Easter break!

[aerisahale]

Pink 14 please

Nyssara - Hunger

There is a hunger in her eyes that makes Nyssa feel uneasy. She thought Sara had the bloodlust under control, but the look she is seeing now would say otherwise. A low growl reverberates through Sara’s chest where Nyssa’s hand is pressed.

She is pleased when she does not snatch her hand back. Both arms at her side, her fists curl with frustration. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. “Habibti, what do you need?”

Sara exhales noisily, nostrils flaring. Her eyes search around wildly, before fixing on Nyssa. The blonde takes a heavy step forward, the growl in her chest growing. Her pride is the only thing keeping Nyssa from taking a step backwards.

Barely catching the minute warning, Nyssa just barely grabs Sara’s hand as the blonde swings a fist at her. She tries with the other and Nyssa catches that one, too. They are locked, staring at each other.

Nyssa wasn’t prepared when Sara’s head snaps forward, smashing into her cheekbone with enough force to break skin. Blood runs down her cheek as she wipes at it and frowns.

She is taken by surprise again, when a hot, wet tongue laves across her cheek, licking some blood away. This time she does rear back and watches Sara carefully.

The blonde is still breathing heavily, but Nyssa sees in her eyes as the hunger for blood changes to a different kind of hunger. The dark look in her former lover’s eyes sends a throb of want to her clit. Now Nyssa does take a couple steps back, trying to put some space between her and Sara. She needs to think clearly.

“Nyssa,” Sara says, low and throaty. It’s the first thing she’s said since Nyssa had found her like this over a half an hour ago.

“Habibti.”

“Need you–need to taste–” Sara cuts her own words off as her tongue licks a path from her cheek, to her mouth, where she kisses Nyssa deeply. Nyssa tastes the tang of copper in her mouth.

Eventually, Nyssa finds the power to grab Sara’s shoulders and push her back. “Not like this.”

“Nyssa,” this time Sara’s plea is needy and broken. She whispers in Arabic, “Please.”

Nyssa can’t refuse that plea, and the Arabic shows Nyssa that she’s somewhat come back to herself. “Is this what you need?”

Sara kisses her.

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It’s Person A’s 18th birthday, which means one thing: house party! The only problem is that what was supposed to be a small gathering of her friends, turns into a massive rager with half of the people from their school turning up. The only benefit, a very beautiful Person B walks through the door.

[audreyimpossible]

Fanfic Prompt List

Reblog this. Readers send a fandom (and a pairing, if you’re into that) +  a number to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Yay, more fic!

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“You love me as if I deserve you.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town.”

“You don’t believe in an afterlife?”

“I just came to say goodbye.”

“I never say no to a picnic.”

“There’s only one bed.”

“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?”

“You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”

“A woman’s sexuality is a moving target.”

“You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

“I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”

“We’re in love with the same person. Friendships have been built on less common ground.”

“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”

“I found it in the recycling bin.”

“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”

“This is… exactly what it looks like.”

“There’s so much blood.”

“You should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”

“I know you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”

“I hate everything about Christmas except…”

“We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”

“Is that a tattoo?”

“I could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in the margins.”

“What do you think?  Is purple my color?”

“That is way too expensive.”

“Girls night in?”

“I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

“I was scared and I ran.”

“I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

“You’re acting like this is your first threesome.”

“The bow was perfect before, but then I got paranoid and had to check to make sure it was still in there.”

“You might not like me, but you definitely want me.”

“If a zombie bit you, I’d be heartbroken, but I’d also shoot you twice in the head.”

“I’d be fine having sex with the same person for the rest of my life, if it wasn’t the same sex every single time.”

“I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”

“I lost the baby.”

“I love you. I just love her more.”

“A package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks really old.”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”

“I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy.  I said “hex party” as in witches.”

“You wanted me to walk in on you.”

“This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”

“Let’s get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”

“I scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”

“Hold my hand until it’s over?”

“If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”

“I’m a level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”

Author’s choice!

[femslashexchange]

Character A is a teacher. Actually, she's A Teacher, capitalized, written in perfectly formed cursive and possibly adorned with a tiny apple sticker next to it. A was born to be a teacher. She grew up dreaming of the day she'd get to teach her own class of elementary students, she loved every second of her education, and she's now thoroughly in love with her job. And her students love her right back. Miss A is still too young for any of her students to be all grown up, but everyone assumes she's the kind of teacher most of them will remember all through their adult lives. She's living her dream.

Character B is... a free spirit. She's never been interested in rules or the ways society is supposed to function, and her only goal in life is to be free, have fun, and go on a road trip from Alaska to Argentina on her beloved motorbike. Is that even possible? She'll find out when she gets there. If she gets there, as it turns out, because one day she gets a call telling her there's been a terrible accident and her sister and brother-in-law are gone, and for some unthinkable reason, they named her as her niece's guardian.

What. The. Hell.

Overnight, B acquires a seven-year-old girl and a whole world of responsibilities she's not even sure she wants to take on. But that's not the kid's fault, right? So B moves from her 'grunge chic' city apartment to her sister's beige suburban house, leaves her bike in the garage so she can drive her niece to school in a sensible hybrid car, and considers the fact that she's gonna have to get an actual steady job and not just do odd jobs and street art for tips.

And as if that wasn't enough, she's supposed to volunteer in her niece's classroom for the week, because this is apparently one of those schools. At least Miss A seems nice. Silver linings, right?

Alternate flavors:

A and B hit it off right away. They become fast friends and sparks are very obviously flying, so after a while they finally decide to go on an actual date... and that's exactly when B's long term on-again off-again girlfriend shows up.

A and B do hit it up right away and become fast friends with sparks included, but sadly they're not the only ones. The resident Golden Bachelor, ex-professional sportsman PE teacher, has been having a sparkly friendship with Miss A for the last couple of years, and he's not about to give it up.

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Character A works as a bartender in a college town. It's not her dream job, but it pays the bills and the hours allow her to go to class, so she feels like she can't really ask for more. She just has to keep going until she gets her shiny degree and she can hopefully get her first job in her dream career.

For the last couple of weeks, A has noticed a newcomer around the bar. Character B is charming, flirty, and a generous tipper. She seems to be in her element surrounded by beautiful women, and A would be lying if she said she hasn't noticed B left the bar with a different companion every night.

A isn't judging, by the way. Merely making an observation.

One night, A closes the bar and finds B right outside, uncharacteristically alone and not exactly sober. A lives right across the street, so she offers B a place to crash for the night, and B begrudgingly accepts.

A wakes up the next morning to a thank you breakfast and a side of B she'd never seen at the bar. Sparks fly between perfectly golden toast and lively conversation, and before either of them can fully wrap their head around what's happening, they find themselves in A's bed.

When B doesn't show up at the bar that night or the night after that, A breathes a sigh of relief: she's promised herself to stay away from romance and drama until she graduates, and the last thing she wants is to be yet another name on B's list of conquests.

What A wasn't expecting was to walk into her first class of the semester and find B sitting right there.

Awkward.

Alternate flavors:

Although they both try to pretend the other doesn't exist, fate gets in the way and they find themselves paired up for a project that will have them worked in close quarters for the rest of the semester.

B isn't just in A's class... she's teaching it. Turns out B is the newest TA in the department, and A can't drop the class if she wants to graduate in time.