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the alternate universe meme

how to play
1. post with your character, name and canon in the subject line.
2. feel free to mention which aus you’re willing or not willing to play in the body of the comment.
3. tag by rolling for an alternate universe setting using rng.
4. or tag by picking whatever au you’d like to play in most.
5. have fun!


alternate universes
i - all human: in an all human au, characters who are canonically vampires, werewolves or superheroes, are now humans, with corresponding changes to their backstories.

ii - apocalypse: a portmanteau of "apocalypse fic", apocafic is fiction set during or after some sort of apocalypse, or end of the world. some canons carry a built-in apocalypse against which the protagonists are fighting: in apocafic, they lose. for example, apocafic in stargate and x-files is usually set after the alien occupation; supernatural apocafic is set on a demon-controlled earth.

iii - band: an alternate universe in which the characters are members in, or form a band. often, the instruments they plan and their roles in the band are analogous to their canon identities. for example, tony stark might be cast as the fame-hungry lead singer who is also a musical genius, or river tam might be a classically trained pianist who, after a terrible experience at julliard, writes songs for mal reynold's grunge rock band, serenity.

iv - circus: circus aus are a popular trope in fanfic and sometimes fanart. using a circus as a setting means introducing the characters to each other in a close-knit community. that can help break down barriers between them and make them bond together against the outside world which may not understand them as well as the other characters do. it also brings a sense of adventure and the idea that this world may have different rules and everything is possible. a circus can also be a good place for characters to go undercover and meet the love of their lives.

v - coffee shop: the barista au (or coffeeshop au, or the closely related bakery au) is a popular fanfiction trope in livejournal fandoms. in most cases, one half of the main pairing is the barista and the other is or becomes their favorite customer; in some stories the whole cast works at a coffee shop. this trope is especially popular in fandoms where one character is very attached to coffee, either in canon or in fanon, or is frequently stressed.

vi - college/high school: college fic is a popular genre of fanfic (less often a genre of fanart) that places characters together in college or another secondary institution such as the starfleet academy in star trek fic (then called "academy fic"). this can be canon stories, for example backstory if characters have or could have met during college, or college aus, similar to high school aus. in science fiction, historical or fantasy fandoms the present day college au is a popular subgenre of the modern au that puts fantastic or historical characters in more mundane everyday settings.

vii - cop/detective: an alternate universe in which the characters are cast as cops or investigators of some kind. often, the canon villain is also cast as the villain in the story. this might be set in modern times, or in a noir-like environment, complete with gangsters and femme fatales.

viii - daemons: his dark materials is a fantasy trilogy by philip pullman. the trilogy consists of the golden compass (1995; published in the uk as northern lights), the subtle knife (1997), and the amber spyglass (2000). there are currently two companion novellas: lyra's oxford (2003) and once upon a time in the north (2008). a movie adaptation of the first book was released in theatres in late 2007. humans have their souls living outside their body in the form of an animal companion. males have female souls and females have male souls. the animals often correspond to the character’s personality.

ix - fantasy: an alternate universe populated with fantastical characters like elves, dwarves, unicorns, sorcerers, and dragons. canon characters might be cast as analogous races (e.g. clint barton or katniss everdeen as elf archers) or they might be humans in a fantastical setting. characters also might be able to secretly shape-shift into another form, like a dragon, and therefore is related closely to were/vampire/supernatural aus.

x - historical: a historical au is a fanwork which moves characters into a different historical period than their canon setting. typically this involves taking "contemporary" characters (from the late 20th century or 21st century) and putting them in an earlier historical period (such as the 19th century or before). popular settings for historical aus include: pirates, america's old west, britain's regency period, ancient rome, a vague facsimile of medieval england such as robin hood, and many others.

xi - hooker/porn/stripper: hookerfic is a type of fanfic where one or more of the characters is a sex worker. there are many different types of hookerfic, ranging from more realistic depictions to the more common pretty woman-type fantasy of a hooker with a heart of gold, rescued from life on the streets by a client. sex work of all kinds is portrayed—brothels, escorts, street prostitution, "call-girls" as well as strippers and go-go boys.

xii - magic: magic aus are alternate universe fanworks that incorporate magic in fandoms where there is no magic present in canon. (or in some cases, fanworks that make a canon with magic more magical.) they differ from elf aus in that there may be magic without any elves showing up, and are opposites of all human and mundane aus.

xiii - neighbors/roomates: an alternate universe where the canon characters live next-door to one another, or in the same apartment building or complex, or in the same apartment. often, this is also an all-human au, if the canon characters are powered in some way. the forced proximity is usually used to create romantic tension between characters.

xiv - space/sci-fi: a space au is an alternate universe where a source set on earth is transported into space; works are often referred to as "[fandom] in spaaaaaaaaace!" the trope can be a form of crackfic, but often includes surprisingly serious reinterpretations of the most earthbound of sources, particularly historical fiction written or set before space exploration. cyberpunk trappings such as robots, cyborgs and ais are often included.

xv - steampunk: steampunk was originally a term for a sub-genre of speculative fiction that imitated 19th century "scientific romances" like the work of jules verne and h.g. wells. later, the term was applied to a general aesthetic involving styles that would be "futuristic" from the perspective of the 19th century. steampunk appears in fanworks as both a genre and an aesthetic. there are some fandoms for which the canon is steampunk(-ish), e.g. the secret adventures of jules verne, but more often it is found as steampunk alternate universe.

xvi - western: the western is a genre of fiction set in the later half of the 19th century in the western part of north america, especially the united states, but also canada and mexico. sometimes also included in the genre are stories about western-type characters and plots in other settings, e.g. "space westerns" (in science fiction settings) and contemporary westerns (set in the western part of contemporary north america).

xvii - were/vamp/supernatural: a reversal of the all-human, in these fics characters who are normally human are now supernatural creatures of some kind the most common being werewolves or vampires.

xviii - choose your own: self-explanatory! choose your own option.

Comments

[inlay]

[in the end it takes about a full forty minutes for the bird to squeeze out her egg and stop crying; she falls asleep while nestled around her baby (which prompto is secretly hoping will be male, so he can have a cute little noctobo running around the place). forty minutes is better than the two or three hours he'd braced himself for, but noct might have been expecting him to come back sooner — so prompto hurries a bit as he locks the stable door behind him and half-jogs back to the house.

prompto takes his shoes off at the door, and almost trips over the cat, which has been apparently waiting to be let outside. he watches it slink away, a little worried about where it goes on its early morning walks... but it'll probably come back for breakfast, like it always does. more importantly, he needs to wash his hands. and take off his jacket. and take off his outdoor pants, which he'd just lazily pulled on over his pajama pants — not like the birds were going to judge him if he had a little hint of plaid sticking out over his work jeans.

he slinks into their bedroom almost silently, grinning at the noctis-sized lump of blankets on the far side of the bed. it's a miracle he doesn't say something awful like it's snuggle time! when he bounds over and lets himself into the sheets. it's not especially chilly outside, but it's warm inside the blankets and prompto is cold with brisk morning air; he wraps his cold arms around where he thinks noct's waist might be, and presses his cold nose into noct's shoulder.

snuggle time.]

Hey, Nooooct... didja miss me?

[fatefully]

( forty minutes too long. noct had lasted a drowsy, ten minutes of dozing before he'd fallen asleep. when insomnia had first been taken and his father had passed, sleeping was all he'd wanted to do. anything else was too much effort. those times have passed, he doesn't sleep all day, but sleep is still something he can never seem to get enough of. now, however, he's grown used to another body being in the bed and he can never sleep well with it half empty.

so he begins to rouse, an easier feat than ordinary. his face scrunches, sleepily, at the cold arms wrapped around his waist and he shudders, goosebumps smattering across his flesh. he groans, a solid nonverbal complaint as far as his sleepy mind is concerned, but it's a gesture of pure love that he doesn't push prompto's ass right back out the bed. or a comment about his own laziness. )

Cold.

( despite the tremendous weight of his complaint and even being half-asleep, noct turns towards prompto without as much as open an eye, worming his own arms around him. protests or not, 'snuggle time' has become ingrained as part of his daily routine. just, ordinarily, prompto is a little warmer.

and he hasn't, usually, promised prompto more than sleepy cuddles. )

[inlay]

I'll warm right up!

[it had been easier for prompto to leave insomnia behind. he liked his parents — they were good people, they provided for him — but they were never really around when he needed them. the argentum home was always empty. if his parents are dead or alive, prompto doesn't know about it.

secretly, he thinks it's best if he just never finds out.

anyway, he's got a family of his own now — noct and the cat and the birds and the farm — and insomnia was a long time ago. suddenly, prompto thinks about ignis, and gladio. he wonders if he could get in touch. send a postcard, maybe.

despite noct's earlier teasing, prompto's not feeling too frisky. it's enough merely for him to lie in bed with his deliciously warm boyfriend-bestfriend and pepper his silly sleeping face with kisses. prompto gets in about six or seven before he stops and settles against the pillow, watching noctis with half-lidded eyes.]

Mmm. You're so nice and toasty.

[fatefully]

( prompto is the worst. noct is gonna break up and end this relationship. go set out with ignis and gladio, maybe. he'd be able to go to sleep without smelling chocobos. 'cause if prompto isn't feeling too frisky, he definitely shouldn't still be disturbing noct's sleep with his ridiculous, excessive kisses. unfortunately, at this stage of could-be-sleep noctis can only scrunch his face and make sleepy disgruntled sounds akin to the threatening level of a kitten.

as bothered as he is with the numerous kisses he is, noct doesn't budge more than trying to duck his face away from it. he's still in the warmest, most comfortable place available. more so, when he goes the extra mile in his cringing complaint and their legs end up tangled and warm together. after the pecks, he can feel prompto watching him. noct does his best to remain "asleep" and keeps his eyes closed. his boyfriend is the worst. a total sap.

it's really cute.

he finally cracks his eyes open, only to lean in and steal a small, slow kiss. he pulls away with a heavy sigh, eyes closed as he drops his head back to the bed. voice all thick with sleep and pretend protest. )

What do you want from me?

[inlay]

[wow, noct. how could you break up with the giant manchild that grins too-wide after that kiss and honest-to-goodness squeezes you by the waist afterward? he's a treasure. a real catch. ladies are lining up in the streets to date him.

no, they're not.

he burrows into the sheets so that he can kiss noct all the way up from his chest to his neck, sealing the distance between their bodies. he's thinking of weird, silly things now. like, how mad would noct get if he just started rolling them both around in bed? roll roll roll roll roll. it'd be cozy. and noct would get extra grumpy. prompto nestles his head in the crook of noct's neck and shoulder. absently, he wonders if the cat goes into the stables and snuggles up with the chocobos.]

I want some Noct lovin'. With a side of eggs and some sausage? Actually, wait, I've had enough eggs for the morning. Just the Noct lovin', then.

sorry for spotty tags! i work way too much this week

[fatefully]

( he's a catch. noct doesn't say that all the time, particularly not when he's faking sleepy grumpiness, but he's said it before and he'll say it again.

he thinks it, though, as he's being peppered with warm, fuzzy affection. it's the kind of playful soppy attention he's used to when prompto is left to himself, because he's too sweet and annoying for his own good. and it never gets less endearing, even when he should shove him out the bed. noct has it way bad for him. bad enough he cracks a smile at the stupid things prompto is saying. )

So you're after the sausage, then? Is that what you're saying?

( a huff of a laugh gets past him, ruffling blond hair he's turned his head to and nosed into. there's a little cling of musk from the chocobos, but mostly it's the tang of the familiar shampoo prompto uses that he smells. he presses a kiss there and his arms squeeze around prompto, before his hands finally rub up the familiar space of his back, uncaringly rucking up his shirt in the lazy motion. )

this is my absolute favorite thread right now, i'll wait forever

[inlay]

[somehow that relatively tame gesture is all it takes to bring prompto's thirst back. he groans from his throat appreciatively — though even then, his voice doesn't dive as deep as noctis's — and, with some fumbling, he starts slowly sliding his hands up and down the backs of noctis's thighs. his eyelids flutter subtly as he remembers the delectable strip of skin he'd seen when noct's shirt hiked up a bit.]

Well, it has to be your sausage.

[that... has to be one of the absolute least sexy ways for prompto to indicate that he's in the mood.]

i'll totally just tag here forever then, i'm down for that

[fatefully]

( it's long past the stage where noct needs seducing; prompto never really had to put in any effort to do that, anyway. he's funny, always has been, and screw sexy, it gets another inelegant snort of a chuckle out of noctis, a smirk teasing at his mouth. )

Hope so. It's the only sausage available here.

( his fingertips slip under the material of prompto's shirt and climb, hand sliding up the line of his side until his shirt is half-way rucked up. he thumbs over a pink nipple idly at the same time he noses down to nip at the flesh of prompto's neck, a spot under his ear. it's a little sharper bite than it probably should be, but he makes up for it with a sweeter kiss. he drops a few extra kisses, they're slow and lazy and almost sensual, before he sucks at the little bite mark. childish or not, he never liked sharing and he didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea. )

[inlay]

[prompto likes the marks, anyway. he wears them with pride. oh, he'll cover them up sometimes — when moms bring their kids to the farm for chocobo rides, and prompto can't possibly explain to small children why his boyfriend leaves bite marks all over — but for the most part he likes letting everyone know how possessive noct gets in bed. he shudders at the little flashes of pain and the generous teasing of his nipple; he arches his chest into noctis's touch, already hungry for more. he slides one hand into noct's hair as if to keep him there.]

Ah, yeah...

[no matter how many times they do this, it never fails to amaze him that noct is just ridiculously handsome. it's unfair. no one has any right to be that good-looking, fresh out of bed with his hair in disarray, and yet noct's just there, with that damn kissable smirk on his face. prompto wants to bite his lips.

the blond has wonderfully sensitive skin — it burns and blushes and bruises easily, so much so that by the time noctis finishes leaving his bite mark, prompto's skin has turned a bright lollipop pink, flushed from his cheeks all the way down to his shoulders. and though he's not entirely aware of it, he's been wiggling his hips, not-so-subtly rubbing himself against noct's leg.]

How do you always do this to me?

[fatefully]

( that smirk just threatens to grow bigger the way prompto reacts, fingers curled in his hair and rubbing himself against his leg. he just arches into his touch like a dog to be petted. always so responsive and sensitive and that smirk just threatens to grow bigger the way prompto treats him, fingers curled in his hair and rubbing himself against his leg. when noct pulls back just a little, just enough to admire the blemish he's left, he gets to admire the whole picture; the bitemark and prompto, gorgeous and flushed pink. he's a sight like this, with messy bed hair and pajamas and noct's chest squeezes him almost breathless in adoration. he gets that a lot.

prompto's the whole package, even if he can never get his knockout of a boyfriend to really buy it. he's always been a dream, with milky fair skin and eyes brighter than the sky, but he's got a sunshine personality that just makes everything easy. he cranes his head back up to steal another slow kiss, short and sweet. )

Practice. ( he teases, right against prompto's mouth, and drags his thumb nail right down over that same nipple he's been idly playing with. they've done a lot of practicing. ) Like you're one to talk.

( prompto just does something to him on any given day. it's not just feeling so jealous he kisses hickeys on him and wraps arms around him in public; it's feeling so protective and worried that he gets out of bed to go find his stupid boyfriend when he wanders out of bed earlier than usual. he uses his body to roll prompto onto his back, not stopping until he's above him, straddling him. noct gives him another teasing smirk, taking his time to push prompto's shirt up, before he bends down to kiss his scrawny chest from one clavicle down to a nipple. the kisses go from sweet and gentle to another show of teeth, lightly tugging on the little nub before he laves his tongue over it with a smirk. he dips to press a playful apology of a kiss to his stomach, fingers ghosting over his hips. )

[inlay]

[it's not like prompto to be so pliant to noct's whims, but he just can't help it; noctis toys with his nipples to the point of aching. it's shameful, the way the hands and mouth at his chest make his cock throb; as noct moves lower, prompto winds up touching himself in his boyfriend's absence, squeezing his own pec and teasing his own nipples with a shamelessness that's taken him quite a long time to develop.

he wants more. he begs for it, whining softly from his throat, crooning into noct's ear.]

Let's practice some more, then.

[he bucks his hips into noct's hands, getting quite eager indeed to have his cute little flannel pants removed.]

Gotta get good enough to play you like a violin. [that's typical prompto, cringey through and through, but his voice dips into an uncharacteristically husky whisper when he says:] Make you come whenever I want.

[fatefully]

( he wets his lips, watching prompto teasing his own nipples, the little buds turning ruddy red from alll the attention. noct's always amazed at how much prompto can wind him up, his dick swollen hard and aching and he hasn't even been touched. he takes some solace in the fact prompto is just as miserable, hips bucking eagerly in his hands like a dog begging for attention.

prompto says that, though, and it literally wrings a shudder out of noct and he has to muffle a groan against him, doesn't even stop his hips from thrusting shallowly against prompto. he loves when prompto gets like this, loves that voice. he skims his hands along his hips and down to the outsides of his thighs, something like a laugh, deep and gravelly leaving him. )

You've got that first part down. ( given he knows what to say to make noct hump a bed of prompto wasn't under him. ) We can definitely practice the second part.

( his boyfriend is off to a good start, noct is so turned on right now. he drags his hands back up prompto's thighs and finally slowly, teasingly rubbing a hand over the bulge of prompto's cock. )

[inlay]

Ah, yeah... just like that, yeah, c'mon, babe...

[prompto moans as he's touched, his hands leaving his chest so he can claw at the sheets; he wants, very badly, to touch not the same way, but his hands won't reach that far and they're just not in the right position for it. watching noct frot against him is almost as satisfying, though — it would have honestly been pretty hot if noct came just from doing that.

the hand between his legs makes him feel like there's a fire sparking in his belly; prompto groans, hooked on the sensation, craving it more intensely. he's got about a hundred different fantasies running through his mind as noct's hand rolls over him through his flannel pants and underwear. how is noct going to take him this time? what position — one of their favorites, or something new? is prompto going to get the chance to give a blowjob? he loves using his mouth, and running it too —

— outside, one chocobo warks, another one kwehs, and prompto winds up laughing out loud.]

Guess we're about to get pretty loud too, huh?