hii! thank you for posting the prompts so early. i really love this event. i have one doubt which arised after scouring fanlore pages.
is soul-bond the same thing that happens in soulmates AU? like people fated to each other has something that ties/marks them ?
or is it a building relationship like pacific rim theyre already family/friends/lovers but this bond gives them special 'powers' within the setting ?
or is it both ? :v
thank you so much again for the event!! im excited!!
Like you said, it can be both. It can be destined to be, or it can be something less natural - acquired through training or magic. It can be a warrior and their mount, a ruler and their partner by arranged marriage, or two random people on different ends of the world sharing a channel of communication.
hi hi! would earth two/new planet be like you can pick a kind of alternate/mirror earth? or would it mainly be there's a second planet with humans, etc. on it?
The original meaning was more of a "humans have moved on to a new Earth-like planet because the first Earth is no longer suitable for life", but an alt/mirror Earth sounds like another good way to take it!
12. "You kissed me! You kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"
good evening, lal! i hope that the week has treated you well, and that you have a nice, relaxing weekend!
thank you for this prompt ask! i'd been ruminating on this one a bit! i also got hit with some writer's block. at least it feels like it? i DID manage to finish whatever this is. it's rough, that's for sure. and some of it is strongly suggestive. this is definitely a far cry from how i write these two normally or even in a majority of aus that i have them in. the versus 13 au of my quicksilver dancers are, uh...they are a hoot for sure in some cases!
they don't even kiss directly in this one LOL but there is a memory of a kiss that is brought up and pressed upon.
kiss prompts
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One of the most important things that had to happen since that celebratory night in Lestallum was that Prim and Prompto had agreed not to make a big deal about whatever their situation was. If the others found out about their 'meetings' and whatever they did behind closed doors, well…that was their knowledge to do with what they would. As far as the two parties were concerned — or at least made apparent — was that they were strictly frenemies with benefits. At least the sex was mind blowing more times than not.
Well…that was supposed to be the agreement. The thing was, both Prim and Prompto seemed to have been pretty volatile people. Prompto more so. Much as he made claims to have an 'open schedule' when it came to all kinds of pretty folk who made it onto his radar, there was this roiling annoyance and even anger that churned deep inside him when he saw Prim making what looked like flirtatious advances on someone when they had stopped in Meldacio.
Jealousy.
Prompto would have gagged to have realized it, but at the moment, he was keeping an eagle eye on Prim and what she was doing. When she slipped a finger under the strap of one of the Hunter's suspenders, Prompto felt his lip curl, if even only slightly. Sitting there and keeping to himself was a test in self-restraint at that point. He wanted nothing more than to go over and whisk Prim away for himself.
It was entirely possible that it was because Prim was a guaranteed night moment of fun and relief if they were both in the mood. Thankfully, that had been often. So the thought of having to rely on solely the curl of his fingers if she found some other fling — or worse, someone more permanent — was one that made Prompto start to bounce his leg with growing annoyance.
The moment Prim had separated from the guy in question with a playful wave, Prompto got up from his chair. His hands found his pockets, and he skulked over like a coeurl stalking its prey almost. It was almost more infuriating how she tucked her hair behind her ear with a bite to her bottom lip — he recognized her interested tells. She exhibited them with him. Even if her mouth said one thing, her body typically told a different story.
"Ya look like ya had a good chat," Prompto commented, watching Prim as he circled her.
"What does it matter to you?" Prim asked, her expression falling. When she met Prompto's gaze, she folded her arms across her chest. That was when he halted his pacing around her, firming standing before her.
Prompto shrugged in response. Then he neared her. The scent of his cologne — or maybe it was his deodorant — made Prim grimace slightly.
"You stink…" Prim pointed out, huffing in her attempt to push the scent away. "Honestly, laid it on incredibly thick this morning."
"Never complained before." Or maybe she had. Honestly, Prompto had tuned out Prim's griping on several occasions early on when they were beginning to travel alongside Noct and the others. But lately, he had been listening. He had been hanging onto so many of her words. Hell, he knew more about her than he thought he would have in the months he had been in everyone's company.
"What do you want, Prompto?" Prim sighed, reasserting her attention on him.
"Wonderin' if you're up for a lil fun tonight," Prompto replied, a smarmy grin spreading over his face. Withdrawing a hand from his pocket, Prompto then invaded Prim's personal space, his fingertips pressing against the top of her hip. Then his other hand came over so now she was semi-caged against him. The positive out of this was that she had not decided to pull away.
For a moment, Prim narrowed her eyes — she eyed him akin to how a predator sized up another predator, preparing for a fight if it came to blows. Prompto knew the glint within them; it was often presented whenever she had that strong desire to snap at him in some fashion. Thanks to their established agreement, however, she had often allowed Prompto to present his case more often, as well as cross boundaries he had not been able to prior. All thanks to a little celebration where the both of them found themselves tangled in the sheets.
Prim then glanced to the side, her eyes lingering on the guy she had been talking with. Prompto followed her gaze.
"What…" Prompto dropped his voice to a teasing rasp, tilting his head down toward Prim. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear, "Thinkin' about a little group activity instead? I don't mind sharin' ya."
"You're so full of yourself," Prim hissed quietly back at him, turning her attention back to Prompto fully.
"Well, I could make you full of myself…" Prompto quipped back. The way his lips remained in a smug little grin made Prim roll her eyes.
"… I hate you," Prim replied after a moment of just giving him this stink-eyed expression. Again, though, she did not pull away.
There was one rule between them, and it was one of those…weird ones, if Prompto had to be honest with himself. He was the one who imposed it at the time. No kissing. Why? Because there was some kind of article that made itself resurface in the back of his mind back when he lived in Niflheim about relationships and strengthening them. It was probably some myth, but it crawled out in the heat of the moment that celebratory night: no kissing. Because that stupid article about how 'kissing makes you more attracted to someone' just tickled his brain and was used as an even stupider excuse to keep himself emotionally distanced from Prim.
So why was he thinking about that now?
Prompto's eyes flicked down to Prim's lips. Oh, how he could imagine them back against his like the night they had first actually committed to that hazy entanglement. Part of him wanted to feel them again. The other part wanted to remain firm in that distance.
'What distance?' Prompto thought to himself. And indeed, what distance? He had his hands still on her hips with her body pressed against his.
"Coeurl got your tongue?" Prim asked after a moment. Though her eyes were still set in that piercing glare, they probed at him, seeking answers for why he was insistent at this time. There was no faulting her…not with how their arrangements were typically done… Well, they were done behind closed doors, away from prying eyes. This was the first time Prompto had gone out of his way to really box her in and block her from others when it came to being out in public.
"… Did you like it?" Prompto questioned, ignoring her spoken words. His gaze went from her lips to her glower.
"Like what?"
"When we kissed."
Silence accompanied this look of annoyed pensiveness. Then Prim spoke: "… A lot of that night in Lestallum was a blur."
"Not too much of one if you remember the city we were in when it happened. Besides, you were only tipsy." Prompto remembered her insisting she was not drunk. He believed her. She was largely cognizant at the time, if only a little flushed. Which was why he was not buying her bullshit now. She remembered that night just as much as he did — that was why they had their arrangement.
"Why are you making a big deal out of it all of a sudden?" Prim kept her eyes locked with Prompto's.
"I just wanna know how ya felt." How ya still feel?
"It was just part of the act, no? Something born from within the heat of the moment. It wasn't a big deal." Prim sighed and dropped her arms to her sides, her hands soon resting gingerly upon Prompto's wrists. "You're the one who said you didn't want it. So…again: why are you making it a big deal?"
"I'm not makin' it a big deal."
"You are."
"So then how is it not a big deal to you?" Prompto was trying to turn it around on her now — make her answer him.
"Because what we have, Prompto—" the way she stressed his name was not lost on him "—is just this occasional tryst. We're only really here for Noctis in this war against Niflheim. We use each other to blow off steam and get a little stress relief."
That was when Prim started to push Prompto's hands from resting upon her.
"You said that, or am I misremembering?" Prim's fingers slipped from Prompto's skin when she finally removed his grasp upon her.
No, she was not.
Fuck, did it sting in the worst way to hear, though.
"Well, what if it was more than that?" Prompto blurted.
Prim raised an incredulous brow toward him — toward his…proposal?
"… And what's brought this on?" Prim inquired.
Shit. Shit!
Throwing a hand up in a shrug, Prompto shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, nothin'. Forget I said anythin' 'bout that."
"Happily." Prim then reasserted her arms in a folded position over her chest. "I think…we can skip on tonight's activities. I feel like you have some stuff you need to really sort out regarding…" she motioned with her hands just then to the both of them "…us. All of what we…do together."
Great. She was right, but…great. Well, there went a night Prompto was looking forward to because he decided to shove his entire foot into his mouth.
Thanks so much for these excellent prompts <3 I hope you like this!
Summer Lovin' - 998 words
Roy had assumed his enthusiasm for The Post-Promised-Day Distraction Project, a community-based programme that Grumman had cooked up, would land him a role in the organisation of things, so he had suggested a summer fair in Central City Park. It was, of course, above his pay-grade to be manning a ticket booth or scooping ice-cream for already sugar-high brats, but he would have done it in the name of rehabilitating the military’s shockingly poor image after what had happened two years prior. Preferably, he would have positioned himself touring teenagers around the decommissioned tanks and helicopters. The ones that were wheeled out for summer fairs and then retired again.
But no. Grumman had taken his enthusiasm not as the ass-kissing of a man hoping to be named as grandpa’s rightful successor, but as a genuine enjoyment of summer merriment, and had given Roy’s entire team the day off as a special favour for someone who clearly ‘understood the importance of community events’.
Which was how Roy found himself trailing behind the team, wearing shorts and a holiday shirt that had brightly coloured flowers on it, trying to ignore the stick of sugary-pinkness Fullmetal was devouring next to him.
He was no longer officially part of the team, of course, having retired a couple of weeks after everything went down two years ago, but he was in town for the fair by Roy’s invitation, because he still counted as part of the team to Roy. In honesty, it had been awhile since they’d seen each other, and Roy had still been expecting a sixteen year old, so he’d been shocked when whole new version of Fullmetal had met them at the station that morning. A rather distractingly attractive version, Roy admitted to himself, stealing another glance at the man who was finishing up his snack.
He hadn’t been paying attention to where the group was heading, because he was too busy perving on his old colleague, but when he realised they were in line for the towering Ferris Wheel his thoughts of Ed’s good looks were washed from his brain. Sweat began beading on the back of his neck, and his breaths came a little shorter. Edward looked at him quizzically, and Roy looked around for an excuse not to get on that Wheel.
“We’ll be an uneven number,” he exclaimed a little too loudly, gesturing wildly at the two-to-a-carriage sign ahead of them.
His most trusted almost looked like they were going to buy that excuse, too, and let Roy do the self-sacrificing boss thing; but then Falman got bumped into by somebody moving backwards, and the drink that was in his hand was suddenly down the front of his shirt. The next thing Roy knew the older man had excused himself to go find paper towels, and he was back in the queue for the Wheel.
Oh god, why was it so hot out? Why couldn’t he breathe?
He eyed the empty, swinging carriage wearily as they got to the front of the line. Roy’s heart was beating weirdly in his chest, and he couldn’t understand it’s erratic rhythm. Edward went ahead of him, but Roy couldn’t get his feet to move.
“Actually, I’m good,” he heard himself saying from far away.
He wanted to turn tail and run but it was as if his feet had cemented to the concrete. Then Edward had caught his fingers in a strong grip and was tugging him towards the menacing carriage.
“I’m not queuing up again, or riding with a stranger!” the man protested: lightly, with a laugh, like none of this was a big deal. God, it shouldn’t have been a big deal. What the hell was wrong with Roy?
Edward tugged, and Roy stumbled forwards, into the carriage. He sat, shell-shocked, as the attendant pulled the bar down over his and Ed’s laps, and then there was a horrible lurch as the mass of metal turned, and his toes, that had been brushing the ground, were lifted into the air. The Wheel was taking them upwards and, without any conscious thought, Roy’s hand grappled for Edwards, crushing it in an iron grip.
For a long moment as they travelled upwards Roy forgot to breathe, and Edward said nothing about their linked fingers. Then they reached the peak, and once more the metal screeched unnervingly as they came to a complete stop. Roy was loathe to say that caused him to whimper, but whatever had come out of his mouth definitely wasn’t manly. Beside him, he was vaguely aware of Edward talking, but he didn’t catch any words until the other man tugged on his hand and bought it up to his face, where, astoundingly, he kissed the back of Roy’s knuckles.
“Um, what?” Roy asked eloquently. The thoughts of plummeting to his death, that he hadn’t really registered properly anyway, quieted in the wake of such unprecedented tenderness from his ex-colleague. Edward grinned at him with Roy’s hand still at his lips.
“I said ‘I know a great way to distract you, if you want’,” he repeated.
Then he leant forwards, pushing the fingers of his free hand into the slightly sweaty hair at the back of Roy’s head, and pulling Roy towards him. The motion caused the carriage to rock, and Roy’s stomach to lurch, but then none of that seemed at all important, because Edward Elric’s tongue was in his mouth.
Oh. Oh, that was good. Edward, Roy realised, was good at kissing. So good that, for a moment, the pressure of soft lips against his, and the man’s fingers caressing his cheekbones, were all he could focus on. Ed kissed like a fast car: all masculinity soaked adrenaline. The filthy slide of his tongue against Roy’s had him heady, and then he was whimpering again, because Ed angled himself slightly differently and tilted Roy’s head back a little, and Ed’s hand was on his thigh and -
Dumb question, even though I have been in fandom for around 5 years now, I have no idea what a Steampunk AU is. Like, I know the style, cosplay and aesthetic side of it, but how is it put into AUs in fandom?
Story-vise, Steampunk AU is an alternate universe where most machinery is powered by steam and this aesthetic seeps into everything - from clothing to careers. Take MCU, for example - IronMan operates a huge, steam-powered robot instead of a sleek suit. Or LotR - the path to Mordor is shorter when you can drive a steam car, but the orcs now have tanks!
