listen up, check your texts: you've got (1) new mission:
Yes, you hate them/are friends with them/have a fully platonic relationship with them. Yes, yes.
Well. Not anymore. Some mission or task you're supposed to do now requires the pair of you to be in a fake relationship. So yeah, you've got to call them 'baby', you've got to hold their hand, dear lord, yes you might even have to kiss them. Suck it up, and think of England.
Scenarios: 1. ) The beginning: why this? why me? why them? you're going to have to get used to it, because this is your first time hearing about this whole arrangement, and you're probably not thrilled.
2. ) Out in public: Well, gotta show some PDA - maybe you're getting groceries, or at the office, or on a mission, or undercover - whatever it is that you do, you've got your new lover along with you.
3. ) At home: Of course, you've both been forced into the equally awkward position of being awkward roommates. Does the fake stuff filter into your every day lives without you knowing? Are you sharing some wine and watching netflix with takeout and a knee rug? Or is it awkward silence?
4. ) The end: mission accomplished, you can all go home. Or can you? What's going on - why are you losers still holding hands? What's up with that... it was fake, right?
5. ) On location: exotic mission location, fancy resorts, I mean, you're probably in fucking Bali or something. It's not the worst to have to pretend to be in love with your significant whatever if you're doing it at a hotel/spa, right? Also, that bar tho.
6. ) Obligatory sex option! Might as well work out some of that tension, right? I mean, it's pretty convenient.
7. ) DO WHAT YOU WANT. But drag your significant douchebag along with you, shame. Remember to hold hands, or zero paycheck for you and a giant mission failed on your report.
[Mind a Hawke? We could go for unresolved shippyness underneath, completely fake, comic hijinks, angstful, or some bizarre combination, all good by me]
but there's this one gas station convenience store that's kind of... special. the owner's a total romantic. supposedly, he gives a couples' discount to newlyweds on road trips.
and it's not terribly ethical, but it's been a while since they've claimed any hunt rewards and they're hard up for cash — so two of them have to pretend to be married. by some miracle of group discussion, everyone automatically assumes ignis will be one of the fake newlyweds. noct had excused himself on account of being compromised; prompto was forced to concede defeat in a battle of rock-paper-scissors against gladio.
that leaves prompto desperately trying to play the role of ignis's husband, and all things considered, maybe he's taking it a little too seriously.]
Hey, Sp — [wait. "specs" seems like a weird thing to call your boyfriend. uh.] — Iggy! Spiggy. [please let him never say that ever again.
he taps on a small mini-freezer full of energy drinks. potions, antidotes... curatives.] You think we have enough of these?
[Youichi is love, but really any of the boys would work... Also down to gendersliding Ryou, just let me know if that's something you'd be interested in!]
[No Sawamuras please, but all others welcome! More than down to crosscanon, especially with other sports animes. Also down for trans guy Miyuki, just let me know if that's something you'd be interested in!]
[This pairing is fairly unconventional, but how about fake dating Rei? Comparing seasons one of each of their respective canons has Miyuki as being one year older than Rei, which would be an interesting dynamic, as always. As for the why, it could be that one of them has a very relentless suitor they want to throw off, or an assumption from a scout that they have to live up to for some reason? What say you?]
[Kodachi had long since resigned herself to the idea that she and Ranma were just not compatible, but once in a while, it wasn't beyond her to try and make him jealous. Teenage girls were tempestuous beings, and despite being eighteen and almost supposedly ready for college in a year (though she'd missed two years of high school because of her travels on the Katabami), Kodachi was still a woman scorned through and through.]
[Thus, when they'd come across one Sanada Yukimura on their adventures, she'd seen him as an opportunity to (hopefully) try and make Ranma eat his words. He was handsome in his own distinct way, and best of all, he was willing to be dragged around on all sorts of shenanigans.]
[Which is why they were sitting at a park bench, her hand in his (or rather, gripping his like a vise) as they waited for Ranma to come around on his usual afternoon jog. She was even dolled up for the occasion, because she'd sooner be caught dead than not dressed to impress.]
[She glanced at Yukimura to see if he was similarly ready for their target's approach.]
[maybe some sort of publicity thing/punishment game/friend-of-a-friend situation (her bffs both have illustrious family backgrounds, and her grandfather is a notable authority in his field).
all prompts are good, except 6 because I fail at writing it.]
Edited 2017-01-20 04:23 (UTC)
gaius worzel ✦ the legend of heroes: trails of cold steel
[[How do you feel about a newly turned goth/punk succubus? Thought it might be fun to play her against a more straight-laced sort like Integra. :) Possibly a mission prompt, or the at home one?]]
Ronald B. Weasley // Ronald Weasley and the Half-Blood Porridge
( Scott and Derek were sick. Or more accurately, dying after being shot up with some crazy assortment of wolfsbane and some other toxin that was just nasty enough to drag the process out for the pair of them. They had a week before the effects were irreversible, and they'd have to look into funeral arrangements. Luckily, Deaton knew the cure for it. But unluckily, the pair of herbs they needed only grew in a handful of places. Most of them were overseas in some dangerous and hidden places that would take far too long to find and deliver. But there was a place nearby - a ritzy hotel with an assortment of mountain ash barriers and supernatural guards.
The plan to sneak in, grab what they needed, and slip away like thieves in the night had been squashed quickly. Sneaking past human guards was easy - getting around werewolves, not quite so much. And sending someone like Peter was just as big a problem. Mountain ash wasn't the easiest thing to get around, after all.
So Stiles came up with this idea. There was a "Couples Retreat" at the hotel scheduled that weekend; if they could get into the event, it would give them plenty of access to the hotel. The only problem was finding a couple, one that could get around the various obstacles and live to tell the tale.
That was how he found himself walking into the lobby of the large hotel, the ceilings high and gleaming, elaborate chandeliers casting bright, elegant arcs of light across the floor that twinkled pleasantly in the glow. With one arm curled under Peter's, hand resting lightly on the werewolf's bicep, he tried not to stare too long at the expensive decorations that lined the walls and sat in careful positions around the immaculate space. He felt distinctly out of place, and the pair of name brand jeans and pressed, dark blouse didn't help.
His eyes passed curiously over every doorway and hallway they passed, comparing them to the image of the blueprints they'd studied extensively over the past day. He fought the urge to pull a hand through his hair, had to actively tell himself not to fidget or pick at his clothing in someway to busy his hands as his thoughts sped through his mind. Instead, he slid his hand thoughtlessly along Peter's arm to slip their fingers together, lightly squeezing the man's hand as he squinted to read the placard on a door they passed. )
The garden is that way. ( Stiles offered softly, certain Peter would hear him, as he nodded his head towards a pair of large doors they passed. A pair of large, angry looking men stood on either side of them, their golden nametags catching the light and the bright colors of the security emblems sewn on their sleeves standing out againt the dark blazers they wore. ) Not that you can see the doors behind the big, menacing security guards about to bust out of their jackets or anything.
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