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Made together

Made Together

a dark shipping meme

tl;dr version — a meme that explores a shipping concept from a darker perspective. Characters, brainwashed by losing their memories and other scientific deviancies, are bonded with their "lifemate," who they're said to be created for. They must live together and grow co-dependently close, all while the machinations behind the scene are twirling like cogs in order to move them closer to the darkness.

Anyone can be manipulated. You just need to work at them through the right person.

You wake up, groggy and confused, in a white room that is expansive and furnished with all white furniture, yet pristine. The white is probably so bright that it hurts your eyes and you may have to blink for a moment. It doesn't help that your body is swathed in white, too; you're wearing what appears to be a modern day white cotton scrub top and and bottom. In fact, the only spot of black on you is on the palm of your hand: right in the center, there's a barcode. Under that, in neat, angular print, is a name. Your name.

It's a good thing it's there because otherwise, you wouldn't know it. Your memories are gone. You don't know how you got here, why you're here, or much of anything else. Soon, however, you'll know that you're not alone. The other person is not you're captor, that much is for sure. They're clothed like you are and look just as confused. They even have the exact same barcode as you, down to the last number. The only thing that differs is the name under it.

But the room is furnished for one alone. One bed, one couch, one bathroom. You two don't know much, yet you know you are two. The secret is soon made clear by a voice over a hidden loudspeaker. The voice claims to be a scientist and announces the purpose of you being here. This is the first day of your existence, they say, and you two were created together and for each other. Lifemates, the term is. You both are the perfect scientific experiment, and let man not tear asunder what science hath created.

And that's it.

Accept this or not, there seems to be little recourse. The room has no visible entrance or exit. The walls don't budge if you hit them. Nothing works. The only time anything changes is when food is brought in, but neither of you have ever seen that occasion. No matter how long you stay up, you always fall asleep when food or other necessities come in. Could that have something to do with the soft, soothing voices and pleasant feelings that sometimes come when you least except them?

You and your "lifemate" may be mutually scared, get along swimmingly from the start. It doesn't matter. Eventually, you'll become closer and closer. Lines will get crossed. Boundaries will get obliterated. Maybe it's because they're the only lifeline you have. Or maybe, maybe what the "scientist" said is right. You're created for each other, and this is your natural state. Whatever the case may be, as time goes on, you want to stay with them, even if you still want to leave this place. After all, how could you leave the side of the person you've spent your whole life with.

Yet there's something in your mind that tells you there's wrong here. Sometimes, at night, you'll get images of another life, and later, during the day, you'll feel hints of an existence you've never known. Luckily, you have your lifemate to get you through this.

HOW TO PLAY

Basically, your character has no memories and are power-nerfed...for some options.
Reply with your character and preferences. Also be sure to mention whether or not you'll play smut, since some options are smut-tinged.
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PROMPTS

First Meeting — You've just woken up and are getting the news.
Learning about Each Other — Though you don't have memories, you still have personalities to navigate.
Distaste — You don't like each other. How are you created for each other at all?
Guard — While one sleeps, the other looks on. Why does their sleeping form bring up so much fondness?
Unwittingly — You didn't want to give in, yet you find yourself being pulled in by your companion and growing protective of them.
Closeness — Soft words grow into soft touches, embraces, tiny kisses, and a gentle (relatively) haven.
Initiating — The first time you're going to be intimate, or the five millionth time, it will be on your own terms.
Need You Now — You've grown reliant on your "lifemate" to keep you calm or even take care of you, whether you want to admit it or not. You may even need them beside you to sleep or
Physicality — Your relationship has a full-on carnal aspect. What else is there to do?
Twisted by Science — Your emotions have been tampered with to make you love your lifemate more because you weren't responding.
Pure Love — Despite the situation, what you feel for your companion is real. You truly love them, even if you haven't told them.
Connection — In some cases, lifemates have been known to have a mental connection, where they can share some thoughts and all pain.
Aphrodisiac — The sexual bonding between the two of you isn't progressing in a way it should, so one or both of you is injected with a potent aphrodisiac. That should do the trick.
Implanted Memories — You remember happy times with your lifemate. Surely those memories are real.
Flashbacks — You remember another life, and it doesn't match up with what you know.
Nightmares — Waking up in the middle of the night, sweating in fear is never a wonderful experience. Luckily, you have someone close by to cheer you up...if you want to worry them with your dreams.
No One but You — You've decided to ignore the scientists and make the best of what you have, carving out a little life together.
Scientist — You're not actually a lifemate, you're a scientist! However, you've developed pesky feelings for one of your subjects.
Breeding Stock — You're not humans, you're animals, and the scientists want you to breed as such.
Protect — You'll fight off anyone to protect your lifemate, scientists included.
Power Surge — What are these powers that have suddenly appeared? You've never had these! Your lifemate should stay back, lest you hurt them.
Training Together — New equipment has been put into your living quarters and you've been told to learn to work together perfectly. Whether you're both fighters or one is a fighter and the other their handler or healer, you must fit as well in battle as you do in life.
The Veil Falls — The curtain is raised, and you see that you're not an experiment. You had a life that's been stolen from you. Your mate had one, too. What will you do with this new knowledge?
Wish to Forget — Instead of being angry or glad about your past existence, you're horrified by what it was like and only want to live in the now with your lifemate.
To Garner a Response — The scientists want to see how you'd respond if your lifemate was hurt.
A Task Given — In order to guarantee the safety of your lifemate, you have to do a certain task. Maybe hurting someone else isn't a big deal as long as you get what's yours back.
A Taste of Freedom — You and your lifemate are allowed out, but you have a job to do.
Separated — You've been disobedient and as such, you two will be punished by separation.
Escape — There's a tiny window of opportunity to get out. Take it. But no one gets left behind, even if you would have before.
Separate Ways — Now that you're out, there's no reason to stay together, right? You're not really lifemates, right?
Can't Be Without You — ...only not, because now you're dependent on each other, and you can't live a life alone or with another.
Hard Time Adjusting — It's different living in the free world when you're used to being in a completely controlled habitat.
Living a Peaceful Life — You've managed to get past all the challenges and are now living a normal life together. But did the scientists ultimately win? After all, you are still "lifemates"...and there's still the trauma to deal with...
ANYTHING ELSE or WILDCARD OPTION!!!

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[ooc: Open to cross-canon. ]

Edited 2017-02-22 23:37 (UTC)

[Open to cross-canon!]

[Any objections to be paired up with an Italian loudmouth?]

[ M/M only unless you're Luna]

Edited 2017-02-25 06:54 (UTC)

( would you be okay with prompto, and if so do you have any number preferences? )

[ I'm 110% up for a Prompto! ~~What if they both had bar codes tho~~ Things that appeal to me are 6, 10, 15, 16, 21 and any combination if those appeal to you! Or of you have other ideas, I'm down for that, too! C: ]

( operation barcode buddies is a go— i’m mixing a ton of numbers idkidk )

[ he remembers waking up to nothing but white, an expanse of it, having to blink away shoot of pain in his eyes from everything being so bright. unnaturally so. he remembers sitting up, blinking as he took in the place, the sudden burst of panic stemming from the small fact that he had no idea where he was, what he was doing here, and even who he was. he remembers his breathing accelerating, his heart beating hard in his chest, the rhythm of it becoming something painful as he looked down at his wrist ( uncovered, why was it uncovered? there should be something there, a band of fabric, the sight of the plain skin set off a new wave of panic ) and saw a barcode the fact not as startling as it should be, probably. but also a name. written in neat capital letters. okay. he’s prompto argentum. he remembers mouthing it to himself, once. twice. it sounded right.

and then he noticed it, he should have noticed this first, but he wasn’t alone. he had awoken in a bed, the sheets white of course, what other color would they be— but the other boy was slumped over on the couch. one leg dangling over the side, cheek pressed into the white material of the arm in a way that would be funny in any other circumstance— and on slipping out of the bed, moving closer he realizes that the other boy had one too. a barcode. black marring pale skin, and that— somehow the fact made him itch, it felt wrong. only one of them was supposed to be marked like this.

but it also made him feel better, the fact that they matched.

when the other boy finally awoke ( finally, how long could the guy sleep for ), a voice came from seemingly everywhere, and said they were lifemates, that the two of them were nothing short of perfect for each other. he remembers looking at the soft fall of black hair over the other boy’s eyes, the indent from the couch still red on his cheek, and remembers thinking. yeah. okay.

it didn’t seem like a lie.

it still doesn’t.

at first he had been wary to approach the other, noctis, for some odd reason. an apprehension that made him keep a distance that he desperately wanted to close, but then, that slipped away into. this. a closeness probably born from the fact that there’s no one else around, since they’ve woke up, it’s only been them. he’s started to think it’ll only ever be them.

he doesn’t really mind.

they share the one bed now, it only makes sense to do so, and they’re laying together. shoulder to shoulder. both staring up at the plain ceiling, there are no cracks, no weakness in the white of it. he remembers making a note of that, the first couple of days spent here, when he was still restless and had taken to pacing. now, he only matches his breathing to noctis’s, and hey wait a minute— ]

Noct. Are you falling asleep? [ and he cranes his neck to look over at the other, squinting, accusatory. ] Dude, we just woke up.

[ it’s an odd thing to say, we just woke up. but everything they do now is just about in sync. should noct actually fall asleep, he probably would as well. ]

[ He remembered waking up on a couch. He didn't know how long he'd been asleep, or if it was the first time he'd ever woken up. He was groggy, confused, and the blinding white of the room was disorienting. He didn't know where he was, or even who he was. There was another boy in the room with light hair and blue eyes. He was familiar? Maybe. He looked at the bar code on his wrist. Black ink stood out against pale skin and the letters spelled out 'Noctis Lucis Caelum'.

Was that his name? It sounded like a mouthful.

He could feel himself start to panic, but before he could even ask what was going on, the voice began speaking. They were meant to be together like this. Lifemates. Made for each other. He remembers looking over at the other boy again and feeling that panic die down. Lifemates didn't sound too bad when it was him.

And it isn't bad. Not really. At first it was a little awkward as they kept their distance, but soon that closed. Sometimes it's a little boring being trapped in this room, and he sometimes hates the food that comes in when it's filled with vegetables, but being with Prompto? He can't really complain.

Prompto is easy to get along with. It's easy to settle into a comfortable routine with him. He can slump against the other and be comfortable, fall asleep on him, eat with him, talk with him. They joke, they tease each other, and on occasion, they find themselves nearly wrestling on the couch.

And now they're awake. Or well, Prompto is awake, which in turn wakes him. It's strange that they're so in sync with each other, but.... it shouldn't be surprising. That was the point of them being made for each other, right? ]

I never--[He yawns.] technically woke up. [He groans before he rolls over and and shuts his eyes again. It wasn't like they really had anything else to do here. He might as well enjoy his dreams. In his dreams he could see another white building. Gorgeous stone hallways, and intricate carvings. One time he thought of a large chair meant for someone. A throne? Who knew.

It didn't really matter, anyways. ]

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[ he frowns, at the yawn. the fact that noct is rolling over— and he knows now that he has to act quickly, or else noct is going to really fall asleep, and then he’ll fall asleep and they’ll wake up again ( in who knows how long, it’s hard to keep track of time in here, the lights never go off, there’s no clock— ) tangled together the white sheet scrunched up between them in a way that should be awkward but somehow isn’t. there’s a part of him, that thinks that maybe he should leave the other alone, he looks peaceful when he’s sleeping. dreaming. he wonders what noct is seeing sometimes, behind his eyelids, but has so far held off on asking. they share everything here, food ( he doesn’t like vegetables, but he doesn’t hate them like noct seems to, so he watches with distaste as they are sometimes shuffled onto his plate but doesn’t say anything ), space— and maybe noct wants to keep his dreams for himself. he wouldn’t blame him, if that were the case. so he keeps his mouth shut about it.

though he can’t help it, be curious. he considers his own dreams, sometimes he’s in a school fiddling with a cheap looking camera, staring at the back of a head that eerily looks like noctis’s, wanting to approach but with something ( nerves, he thinks ) holding him back. sometimes he’s in a car, a fancy one, done up to the nines leather seating and everything, reaching out to change the tunes on the radio when his hand is slapped away by someone else. someone with a calm and chiding voice, and is followed by gruff laughter from the backseat.

the dreams, they seem more than dreams sometimes. like they actually happened, but that can’t be right. the two of them, he and noct, they were made here, right? it wouldn’t make sense for them to have memories of anything other than white walls.

he doesn’t want to be alone, with his own thoughts, and even though he could let them both succumb to sleep he makes the decision not to. in a second, he’s changed positions. is upright, kneeling on the mattress, and hovering over noct. reaches out a hand to shake him by the shoulder. ] C’mon, rise and shine, buddy. [ he wants to say that there’s something for them to do, a reason for noct to stay awake, but there’s only his company and he’s not sure if that’s a compelling enough. ] We can play guess what’s going to be on the food tray today? I was right last time.

[ it sounds weak, the offer. and he thinks it’s not going to be enough, to persuade noct away from dreamland. and suddenly— he really, really doesn’t want to be alone. not even in his own dreams, which scare him by how much he wants them to be real. doesn’t want them to be real. he can’t decide. ] Noct? [ he can’t help it, how small his voice becomes on the one syllable. how it changes from playful, to having a note of something akin to desperation. ]

[ His dreams never really make any sense. Sometimes there's open roads and beautiful landscapes. There's beaches and he's fishing off of a dock and there are voices cheering him on. But sometimes his dreams are filled with monsters. Hideous monsters wielding weapons that attack him. There's the voice of someone he can't remember. It makes his heart hurt every time he hears it. 'Walk tall,' it says. He doesn't know what the words mean. He doesn't know why they hurt his heart so much that he's woken up with tears.

The few times that's happened, he made sure to bury his face in the pillows.

Sometimes he thinks about asking Prompto about his dreams. They feel so real at times, he camn almost swear that they're real. But then that wouldn't make sense. They were made for each other. This room and Prompto were the only things he knew. It was stupid to ask. Dreams were just dreams and nothing more.

He rolls over and throws an arm over his eyes to shield from the light. It doesn't do much good. The light is always bright and always reflecting off of the pristine white walls. He's wants to go back to sleep. The game proposed doesn't sound too fun and he's about ready to wave Prompto off so he can go back to his dreams.

But then he hears the soft call of his name and he can't ignore it. His arm falls to his side and one blue eye cracks open to look at the blond. ]

Alright, I'm awake. [He's not necessarily happy about it, though.] But we need to think of a new game.

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[ there’s a noise of sympathy that rises from the back of his throat at noct’s predicament, trying to shut out the ever-persistent light, mask it with his arm. being in a place this bright, it almost makes a guy want to wish for a permanent darkness ( a thought which sticks out to him somehow, a permanent darkness, shorter days— ) but even that doesn’t dampen the satisfaction that he’s gotten noct awake. though, that brings the problem of what they’re going to do now. he wonders if it’s on purpose, that there’s nothing here, nothing activity wise for them to do. they only have each other, and really he can think of something they could do, the urge rising more and more often lately to bridge the gap between them and initiate a touch that isn’t tackling noct over and trying to get him in a headlock. something that speaks more of intimacy, like pushing the bangs away from his eyes, thumbing the line of his cheekbone—

he wonders if maybe, that’s what they’re meant to be doing here. if the feelings he have are because of the proximity, because of the fact that they’re science experiments ( maybe they were implanted, is that even possible? ), or maybe they’re actually just him. he wants to think it’s the last option. that he has a measure of control over his own feelings at least.

he realizes that he’s been staring down at noct for a moment too long, doesn’t know what kind of expression he was wearing, only that it wasn’t his usual happy-go-lucky smile and hurries to fix that atleast. schools his face into a grin. ] A new game, huh? I don’t suppose you have any bright ideas?

[ and he nudges noct’s shoulder again, as if saying get it, bright idea. because that’s all they’ve ever know. or supposedly ever known. ]

[ At least the blond feels bad for waking him. Maybe. Noctis can only assume that's what the sound means. He doesn't know what they'll do now that he's awake, but it has to be something. Maybe they can do a word association game? Maybe something more physical? The room itself didn't really allow them to move around too much, but maybe they could do something aside from putting each other in a headlock.

The moment of silence lingers just a little longer than he's comfortable with. He opens his other eye and adjusts to the brightness of the room. Prompto's looking at him with an expression that's... different? It's not bad but Noctis hasn't seen him make that face before. His eyebrows knit in concern and reaches up to touch his friends ar-

And then Prompto says one of the dumbest things he's heard.

Noctis groans and turns back over, burying his face in the pillow. That pun was awful.]

That's it, I'm going back to bed. [ He's joking, mostly. He's too awake to actually fall asleep instantly, but give him a few minutes and he'd be sure to knock out again. ]

[ the reaction is what he expects, the groan ( the correct response to all well-timed puns ), noct deciding to smush his face back into his pillow. and really, he’s glad that the concern ( he had noticed it, the hand reaching out to him, the crease between noctis’s brow ) in the other’s expression is gone. but on the other hand. they’re back to square one with noctis threatening to fall asleep, and—

he thinks that he’s going to have to try something else, other than the typical shaking of noct’s shoulder this time. ] Hey, it wasn’t that bad. What would you do without my puns, huh?

[ noct would live a bland, pure white encased, pun-less existence. honestly, he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. being in a room like this alone. even the thought of it gives him the shivers. he thinks… that he’d probably go crazy, if noct weren’t here. is glad that he is, that he has a lifemate.

but that gratitude really doesn’t prevent him from shifting slightly, putting both of his hands on noctis’s back, and pushing, not at full strength, but enough for noct to get the idea. the threat. ] I’ll do it, you know I will.

[ he’ll push, and the bed is small enough that noct will go toppling over the side. splay on the white floor.

desperate times call for desperate measures. ]

I'd be asleep. [He mumbles into the pillow. He's actually very happy that Prompto with him. He didn't know what he'd do without him. They may be stuck here for the rest of their days, but at least they're together and Noctis wouldn't have it any other way. Or well, he couldn't considering they were lifemates and having anyone else just wouldn't make sense, would it?

He's glad he's not alone, though. If he were here by himself, he doesn't actually know what he'd do. He'd probably go crazy and eventually spend even more time sleeping. His lifemate was the one thing that kept him sane in here.

He can feel hands against his back and he buries his face further into the pillows. His fingers cling to the sheets. He knows what's going to to happen and he's already prepared. The warning is nice, but it only gives him a better chance to brace himself. The bed may be small, but Prompto's done this enough times that Noctis knows when to expect it. ]

Do your worst. [It's a challenge and he knows it. Hey, at least it's something they can do.]

Okay, but remember you asked for it— [ he can’t help it, take the bait and the challenge both. he can feel noct’s sleep-warmed skin through the thin white fabric of his shirt, and inhales—

before he pushes, and quickly realizes that the cheater is clinging onto the bedsheets, which only spurs him further in his attempts to roll noctis off the mattress. except it isn’t working, noct isn’t budging, and he huffs out a frustrated breath. ceases in his attempts for a moment, hey, he’s not giving up okay. he’s just taking a break. ] When did you get so heavy?

[ he means the question to come out accusatory, but instead it’s on the tail end of a laugh. comes out more affectionate, than anything. ]

[ Noctis has to laugh when Prompto's attempts are unsuccessful. He only clings harder to the sheets to maintain his stance. He might have budged a bit, but he's nowhere near falling off the mattress. He's got a firm grip and enough determination to keep himself from falling over. ]

When did you get so weak? Come on, I know you're stronger than that.[ He's not serious, but he hopes that the blond will rise to the challenge. He finally lets go and rolls over to look at his friend. Lifemate. Whatever. There's still a smile on his face that he hopes is a little encouraging. They only just started, right? ]

You're not giving up on me, are you? [He didn't wake up just for Prompto give up immediately.]

[ his expression scrunches into something appropriately offended when noctis suggests that he’s weak, and he gives an incredulous noise at the idea that noct would even think that he’d throw in the towel after one measly attempt. ] ‘Course not, do I seem like a quitter to you? [ a beat of silence— ] Don’t answer that.

[ he considers their positions, noct now facing him, and maybe. just maybe, he’s going about this the wrong way. maybe the solution to this, what he needs here is a bit of momentum. slowly, his expression morphs from offended, to something that suggests that he has a terrible idea.

and he does, have one. ] Better brace yourself for this, Noct.

[ and he moves as far back from noctis that he can, given the size of the bed, and without any real notice flings himself forward. with enough force to probably send them both tumbling off the opposite side of the bed, and onto the white linoleum of the floor. ]

[When Prompto asks if he thinks he's a quitter, Noctis only raises an eyebrow. Of course he didn't really think that he was one, but... well, it was fun to mess with him. Apparently it worked because Prompto is looking like Noct just insulted his hair.

He's trying not to laugh. Really.

But then there's a change in that expression and Noct pushes himself up on his elbows. What was that look for. Why did he need to brace himself. Prompto had given up, hadn't he? His brows furrow a bit in confusion when he sees his lifemate move back. Why would he even do--

Crap.

He tries to cling to the blankets as fast as he can but it's too late. He feels the other slam into him and he goes tumbling off the side of the bed. One hand drags the sheets down with him while his free arm ends up wrapping itself around the blond's shoulder. If he's going down he's taking the other with him.

They land in a pile on the ground. They're a tangled mess of limbs and sheets. Regardless, Noctis has to laugh even of he is on the ground.]

[ one second he’s barreling into noctis, and the next. well. they’re both on the ground, there’s the sheet tangled between the two of them, and he has to kick it away so he doesn’t become too tangled in it. he’s so focused on that, not becoming mummified, that he doesn’t register their proximity. that noct’s arm is still somehow around his shoulder, that they’ve landed facing one another, and all his kicking has only placed one of his legs in-between noctis’s own. there’s the sound of noct’s laughter— and it’s contagious. he gives a huff of laughter of his own, before something occurs to him : ] Sooo, this means I win, right?

[ he did, after all push, noctis off the mattress. even if they’re both on the ground now. there’s a moment, where he starts to grin, his last pun didn’t go over so well, but he can’t help but add— ] Since I’ve successfully Noct you over.

[ Watching Prompto flail above him is so funny that Noctis doesn't even care if he's half tangled in the sheets. In fact, he doesn't even notice how close they are, either. There's a knee between his legs and Prompto's practically on top of them. It's probably the closes they've ever been short of trying to put each other in a headlock, and it's... well, it's not unwelcome. It's just. Different.

And for a second he's a little taken off guard by it. It's a little strange being this close to someone when you've never been before. Strange how it feels so familiar and how he doesn't want to move. And for one second, he wants to do something but he doesn't know what.

But that moment is gone as soon as Prompto makes another awful pun. This wasn't an experiment. This was torture ].

Aaaagh... [He groans as he lightly attempts to push Prompto off of him.] Why would you even say that?

[Cross canon entirely welcome.]

( ota! )

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