The Prompt Theme For February 2024 Is A Fannish Fest February!

The prompt theme for February 2024 is a Fannish Fest February!

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1 Your First Fandom 2 Your Current Blorbo 3 A Character Who Deserves More Love 4 Your Favorite Bit Of Fannish History 5 Characters Swapping Clothes 6 A Fannish OC (yours or someone else's) 7 Patching A Plot Hole 8 A Fanfic Trope You Always Love 9 A headcanon with canon support 10 A headcanon with no canon support 11 Cosplay 12 A Character Who's Totally Not Dead 13 If The Characters Found The Fanworks 14 Your OTP (or OT3+) 15 A Crossover 16 A Fanfic Trope You're Very Picky About 17 A Ship You Don't Ship, But Do Respect 18 The Sequel We Deserve But Never Got 19 Different Versions Of The Same Character 20 A Friend's Blorbo 21 A Fandom You Didn't Expect To Get Into 22 A Non-Human Character Made Human 23 A Human Character Made Non-Human 24 A Rarepair 25 How You Would Do A Gritty Reboot 26 A Villain Who's So Good At Being Bad 27 Your Smallest/Least Active Fandom 28 A Bit Of Backstory 29 What The Future Holds (Post-Canon)

Fitting and Choosing

Steve Harrington x female reader (y/n)

Word Count: 1038

Warnings: mentions of parental abandonment, weddings, wedding dress fittings, Steve Harrington being sweet is a warning, some fluff, humour, Eddie being Eddie, emotional adults.

A/N: The prompt foundry have put together a challenge list for Firsts. Day 5 was first fitting and it got me thinking about how the 80s was influenced by Dynasty and the work of fantastic designer Nolan Miller. Add it to Steve trying to get the guys to pick something for them to wear on the day and I put this together. I wanted to give Dustin’s mum and Karen Wheeler a role too because I feel like they need a bit of character exposure as they aren’t always given enough except to be shown as mums who don’t do much. I feel like Karen is the type to know fashion and Claudia could be an amazing seamstress.

Y/N turned to look at her reflection in Claudia's full length mirror. She bit her lip nervously. It was definitely the dress style she wanted but it needed a lot of work.

Claudia and Karen both clapped excitedly with a shared vision of what to do. Karen pulled out her folder while Claudia set out her dress maker pins and fabric scraps.

"Y/N this dress is going to look stunning" Karen squealed showing her the designs she had done for dress detail that she and Claudia felt were achievable. “I listened to what you said about the Nolan Miller designs on Dynasty with Fallon’s two dresses and Amanda’s dress when she married that prince” Karen’s excitement was tangible.

“Oh that was such an exciting episode not knowing who was alive or dead” Claudia chimed in as she checked Karen’s designs too. They were debating whether to change the sleeves and make them puffy or go with an off shoulder look. They had plenty of options as the top of the dress had t-shirt neckline and short sleeves that could easily be adapted. Dustin came out of his room to get some juice and stopped to look at Y/N and some of the Nolan Miller designs Karen spread out. A cheeky smile spread across his face.

“Oh Y/N be careful, mom will make you look like a meringue if you let her decide” he teased. Claudia gasped and looked at Dustin like he’d wounded her.

“Young man if you have nothing nice to say then don’t say anything” she reprimanded.

“Girls dream of their weddings from a young age and their dress has to be perfect” Karen added.

It had been an hour, Dustin was getting fed up hearing about ruffles, pleats, rhinestones, sequins, ribbons and fabric. He’d been roped into helping as Karen sketched Y/N’s vision based on Karen and Claudia’s ideas while Claudia chalked and pinned pieces on the dress as Y/N wore it.

A knock at the door gave Dustin the reprieve he needed. Opening the door, his smile grew instantly.

“Henderson!” Steve greeted with Eddie. He let them in only to have Karen panic and usher Y/N into Claudia’s room as it’s known to be bad luck for a groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. Steve looked baffled.

“Y/N are you OK?” his concern echoed in his voice.

“Steve she’s being fitted for her dress, why are you here?” Karen asked.

“I brought some magazines for the Dustin and Eddie to see which style fits better and talk colour of suits for the wedding” he answered. Karen huffed and looked to Y/N who indicated she was tired and figured they had enough to go on.

“OK well Y/N will be changed and out of the room to see you shortly” she responded as Steve sat back down and started sharing stuff with Eddie and Dustin.

They were arguing colour and fit within no time. Dustin opting for bright colours, Eddie suggesting tuxedo t-shirts as cost effective and comfortable only to be met with Dustin arguing they are tacky which surprised Steve.

“What?” Dustin asked looking at Steve.

“I never thought you saw them as tacky” Steve spoke still astounded.

“Steve, you’re getting married. You’ve asked Eddie and myself to be your best men, I am not going to turn your big day into a joke” he replied earning a hair ruffle from Eddie for sounding sappy.

“It’s Y/N’s day though,” Steve reiterated, “she told me since she was 8 she’d been dreaming of the perfect dress. How the day would go and because her parents are refusing to share in the planning and believe they won’t attend due to work, I want to make sure she knows how special she is” he revealed with a solemn look, eyes almost filling with tears.

“But it’s our day Steve” she surprised him as she stepped over Eddie to join her fiancé.

“Y/N, I had no idea that your parents were...”

“It’s OK Karen. You and Claudia more than make up for it and I wouldn’t want it any other way’ she thanked the two woman who couldn’t help but shed a few tears.

“What about this?” Eddie asked pointing to a leather looking blazer. Steve turned to look at him with disbelief?

“Really Eddie? This is a wedding not some rock band reunion” Steve’s response was not meant to be as blunt as it sounded as Eddie feigned offense at his words dramatically clutching his chest and falling to the floor only to earn chuckles from Dustin and Y/N while Karen and Claudia shook their heads amused and went off to discuss how they were going to work on Y/N’s dress.

Dustin got the attention of the others as he jolted upright and shouted “a ha!” as he turned the page in the magazine he was looking at. Eddie sat up and Steve sat forward as Dustin slammed the magazine down on the coffee table eagerly pointing at a set of men all dressed in matching suits. They were black but the collar and lapels were satin and a different colour with ties that matched the lapels.

“These come in a range of colours. Steve, you said black is smart and Eddie you like black too but look at the collar, there’s colours and patterns to choose from” he was so proud of himself, grinning from ear to ear. Y/N winked at him thankfully for being a mediator and having a good eye for detail.

“I... I mean they look good and we can always co-ordinate the colour with the bridesmaids. My cousin did something similar at her first wedding,” Eddie let on, Dustin looked at him with confusion, “she’s been married five times” Eddie continued just to answer the unasked question.

“Move over Elizabeth Taylor” Y/N joked getting a play barge and girly giggle from Eddie.

“We could all have collars in a colour or pattern that suits our personality, that way we can wear them more than once,” Steve added, “good find Henderson” he felt relieved because first fittings and picking outfits are renowned for being a nightmare. At least they were all on the same wavelength for the wedding.

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Day 15: Best Friends

For @icannotreadcursive 's october prompt list. Based off the camping animation where Prompto falls on his ass

This Godly Taste

Prompt 20 - cool drinks @thepromptfoundry

They’ve finished the yakhchal and it’ll take a single night for the gathered water to freeze and turn into this ‘ice.’ That’s what his ministers and advisors say and Menes had simply nodded, letting their words pass through his ears like the whistle of stagnant air.

He knows he should be more excited. His people definitely were, with some even setting up stalls and tents in preparation near the yakhchal. He doesn’t fault them for it. This was one of the hottest summers Kemet had experienced in recorded history that the promise of this ‘ice’ was something everyone grabbed onto and weren’t too willing to let go.

Menes thought otherwise.

“Why the frowny face, my king? Heh, not too happy I’ve one-upped you again?”

Menes sighed and opened his eyes halfway. Half-lidded, he stared into the kohl-lined eyes of the bane of his existence and rule. As always, Amon’s form had changed from last time. For today’s visit, the god had retained the ram’s horns and kept the rest of themself as human. Well, as human as Amon could manage to be.

Menes sighed and flicked the god’s forehead. “You’re too close, O venerable netjer. Ever heard of personal space?”

Amon hummed as if they were really thinking about it. Menes wasn’t fooled. The god was still leaning into his space, their noses almost brushing. When Amon stopped, for a moment, all he could see was blue. A deep midnight colour as if the god had borrowed his skin from the night sky and Menes wouldn’t be surprised if they really did so. They were flighty like that—like the air one couldn’t see but always felt.

When he blinked, Amon was gone save for those eyes twinkling with mischief and the ram’s horns threatening to pierce right through the throne at his back. Menes blinked again and saw Amon in all their…blueness.

Menes frowned harder. “Don’t do that. You know I hate it when you do that, O most annoying netjer.”

“Ah,” Amon chuckled, poking at the furrow in his brow. “There’s my honest little king. And here I thought an imposter dare sit on your throne! The scandal there would be if they discovered their uptight king playing hooky—”

Menes had been king since he was ten. He’d met a god at eleven. He wasn’t afraid of retribution when he kicked said god (more of a leech at this point) in the stomach. Not when he knew Amon was going to catch his foot like they did now and cackling like a madman as they did so.

“Mean!” Amon said, still cackling. They brought themself even closer to Menes using the captured leg. “Mean! The king is so mean! Mean, mean, mean!”

Their voice echoed in the chamber and would’ve definitely reached the guards outside the doors. Menes chanced a glance at the doors.

Nothing. Like always, no one heard or saw this annoying god but him and his advisors and ministers all told him this was a blessing. They all told him it only asserted how his reign was blessed and he himself was to be god once he passed.

Menes looked at this cackling god, their blue skin and ram horns such a contrast to himself. He sighed and closed his eyes.

A god, huh?

Menes woke up sweating the most he’s ever had and knows Amon had a part in this. The servants with their fans were struggling between keeping him cool and not appearing like they wanted to blow their king away.

Menes pinched the bridge of his nose and waved them off. “It’s fine. I’ll be going off to the baths.”

He doesn’t need to say he’ll be going alone. The servants have been here long enough to know to leave him alone. One of the benefits of king—of power, of authority, and of…legitimacy.

The moment Menes entered the bath chamber, he knew to expect the gentle caress of wind against his eyes to make him blink. Then Amon was there behind him, fingers skating along his bare back.

It must be the heat that makes Menes forget to keep himself in check. What else would make him rest back against this silly god? What would make him, the king of all of Kemet, sigh, groan and even moan from the light graze of this ever present menace’s nails on his skin?

It’s the heat. It must be.

When Amon chuckles it’s breathy against Menes’ ear and a rumble he feels echoing through him. It’s enough to make him frown and look up at the god who’s undressing him.

“What?”

Amon chuckles again and noses his cheek. He’s completely human-like today. “Have I ever said you’re like a kitten, my adorable king?”

It is the heat that had made him lean into the god’s presence and touch but no weather can control a king for long. Not Menes. He keeps the frown as he steps away from Amon, untying his shendyt that the god’s made a mess off. The necklace had been the first to go but there hadn’t been a clanging sound on the limestone floor.

Menes rolled his eyes and stepped into the cool waters of the bath. “You better return that, O thieving netjer. I’ve had too many necklaces replaced from your slippery fingers.”

Amon laughed and soon there was a splash by his side, the waters lapping at his chest in evident joy. Even something simple as his bath water seemed to have its own thoughts about the company its king keeps, it seems. Menes glares at his wavering reflection.

“Ah, my frowny little king,” Amon sing-songs. “Is it because of the sudden heat wave you’re like this or your impatience to try out this ‘ice’ I’ve helped engineer, hm?”

Menes raises a brow. Despite the coolness of the bath, he still feels the heat in the air making beads of sweat run down his face. He follows the languid floating form of this god who could change the air and the wind however they like.

Menes closes his eyes from the sight. “I’ve no interest in whatever you’ve had your hands in, O most interfering netjer.”

A splash. The lap of water against his chest. A bead of sweat running down his face. A shadow blocking the light of the early day.

Menes doesn’t open his eyes or move when he feels impossibly cool fingers on his face. He doesn’t let himself react from the slide of those fingers to his lips, stroking them over and over. But he doesn’t turn away either and what does that say when he does open his eyes and see the gaze of a god on him and him alone?

“My little king,” Amon says, eyes soft and sparkling with mischief. “I’ll be sure to change your mind soon enough.”

Menes hears it from the streets than from his ministers the moment the yakhchal’s opened and Amon’s suggestion of an experiment shows its results. A success or fail is easy enough to surmise from what he hears from his people.

Silence, first. Then the pitter patter of the chosen servant’s sandals as they come out of the structure. There is silence again and this time Menes knows the outcome before the first cry rings out—

“A MIRACLE!!!”

He closes his eyes. He has lost and Amon, once again with his gifts of creativity and innovation, wins. His knuckles whiten and his sceptre trembles in his tight grip. In the midst of the roaring praise outside, there’s a gnashing of teeth, canines grinding against its brethren.

Menes is angry and he shouldn’t be.

A sudden gust of hot wind comes and there’s a weight against his legs, cool fingers wrapping around his ankle. Something of fur brushes against his uncovered skin.

“That’s another game lost, my grumpy king,” Amon says with a bleat to their voice. “Aren’t you gonna be a good sport and congratulate me?”

Menes keeps his eyes shut and turns his head away. He doesn’t move to get free from the god’s hold though and that says something he doesn’t want to hear. Not now. Not ever.

Amon laughs as much as someone with a ram’s head could. He feels the weight of those great horns by his legs, a pressure reminding him of a presence he can never be rid of. There’s still that hand on his ankle, fingers loosely wrapped around it like a too loose shackle Menes has the choice of simply stepping out of.

He doesn’t move. Instead he sighs because he has just lost and he is tired, really, of this game of push and pull for the last years.

“What do you want me to say, Amon?” Menes asks, desperation colouring his voice without consent. He is tired and it is showing. “Tell me, O netjer, and I shall—”

Amon kisses him. His mouth is open mid-sentence and this god—his god has moved like the wind, fast and relentless. It’s a struggle, at first. Menes moves to hit them with his sceptre and Amon shatters it with nary a glance. The god shoves him against the throne and those lips have never left his, moving and taking, taking, owning—

Something cold passes between their lips, Amon’s tongue twining with his and slipping in this proof of their victory.

It’s ice. A small piece and nothing like how Menes imagined it and it’s the sweetest, warmest thing he’s ever had in his mortal life. It slides across his tongue and he shivers, trembles, and holds on to Amon’s horns—to this god’s divinity.

His god pulls away once he’s swallowed it but stays close as they’ve always been prone to do. Amon noses his cheek and plants a softer kiss at the corner of his lips.

“There,” Amon says, breaking the moment because that’s what they do, isn’t it? “That’s a better look on you, kianga.”

Menes has been king since he was ten. He’d met a god when he was eleven. He is not afraid to hold his god’s face and drag him into another kiss.

Title: Surrender Prompt: Decadencember Jewels @thepromptfoundry Artist: Caiti Relationship: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Rating: T Note: Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!!

The prompt theme for December 2023 is Decadencember!

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!

Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other seasonal events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, whatever tickles your fancy.

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!

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1) Fine clothes 2) Jewels 3) Abundant food 4) Majestic power 5) Extravagant spending 6) Royal treatment 7) Self-adornment 8) Lush fur 9) Silver and gold 10) A luxurious bath 11) Natural wonder 12) Precious secrets 13) Sumptuous solitude 14) A carefree night out 15) Plenty of time to sleep in 16) Blissful devotion 17) Beauty and grace 18) Velvet darkness 19) Warm drinks 20) Cool drinks 21) Cozy blankets 22) Whole-hearted love 23) Sweet treats 24) Maximalist décor 25) Lavish gifts 26) Domestic comfort 27) A magnificent party 28) Elegant movement 29) Joyous reunion 30) Fond memories 31) A bright future