raisedbymoogles | I just started an article writing gig, this is the absolute worst time to do one of these

....but as has been noted before, I Do Not Make Good Decisions. :DDDD Pick a prompt, give me a character/scenario/whatever/kumquat.

List stolen from here.

prompts that hit in all the right places

showing up outside your enemy’s door

only one bed

knife against the throat

“it’s always been you” kisses

exclaiming “because i love you” during an argument

rain kisses

“use me”

having to undress your love interest to be able to tend to their wounds, trying your best not to stare at their bare-chest

being pushed to the ground/wall with your hands pinned down
sexual tension when tending to someone’s wound

“I didn’t know where else to go”

confessing your feelings to someone you think are asleep

“it’s not like I’ll ever see [that person again]” while said person’s standing behind them, suitcase in hand, about to reveal they’re moving back into town

“make me”

a character claiming they’re not going to do ~the thing~ but in the next frame is seen ~doing the thing~

during a stressful situation, a character can be seen running back into their house ‘’forgot my keys’’ *runs back out* *runs back in* ‘’forgot my wallet’’

the italicized “oh”

going to sleep on different sides of the bed but waking up entangled

going to sleep in different beds but sneaking into the other’s to snuggle

forehead kisses but it’s the male being kissed on the forehead

dancing together, one of them takes the other’s hand, kisses it

“what you’re doing right now is really stupid but you’re so cute i can’t help but laugh at it”

“let’s kiss just to see what it’s like”

when someone’s like… i don’t know… hurt or something… and the other person’s like… tending to their wounds… and then just… wrap their lover their arms, thankful they’re alive

when a character is taken hostage by the antagonist, and their lover goes absolutely ballistic, doing everything in their power to protect their lover, and the antagonist has to restrain them, but it doesn’t stop this character from trying to get to their lover, doesn’t matter what happens to them, doesn’t matter if they get beaten as long as their lover’s safe

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JAZZ AND PROWL JAZZ AND PROWL 'knife against the throat'

Prowl had been trained by the finest martial arts experts in Praxus, where combat with staff, blade and empty hands had been elevated to a high art. He fought like a dancer, never still, every movement graceful, economical, precise.

Jazz let him dance around for about thirty seconds before sweeping him off his feet and pinning him to the ground with a holdout lasknife. Unpowered - this was still, in theory, a training exercise - but by the grim amusement Jazz let him see Prowl knew the message the other was trying to convey. You learned in a classroom - I learned by fighting for my life. Against someone like me you wouldn't last a microsecond.

"Concede," Prowl said levelly, because the alternative was to blurt out that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced, please do it again.

HWEEEEE

...also this is glorious but now considering the same prompt but Prowl trying to calmly talk down a high-strung post-bad-mission Jazz with a wall at his back abd a knife at his throat.

Seph and Zack, 'confessing your feelings to someone you think are asleep', Sephiroth doing the confessing?

(short-hair-Nibelheim-averted 'verse)

Four in the morning and Zack was snoring loud enough to wake the dead; Sephiroth, very much alive and very much awake, thought it possibly the most comforting sound in the world.

He had his back to the headboard in the same bed as his lieutenant, knees folded up and the extra pillow tucked up in the curve of his body, watching as Zack snorfled and kicked the blankets around in his sleep. "...and you won't even be tired in the morning," Sephiroth muttered, half to himself. "You make me feel like such an old man sometimes. Barely able to keep up with you."

Schnooooork, replied Zack, and Sephiroth stuffed his face in his pillow a moment to muffle a sudden urge to laugh.

The schnorks evened out to a slow rhythm of schnrfs, and Sephiroth lifted his head enough to rest his chin on the pillow. "...I'm lucky," he whispered. "I'm lucky you're so - you. A stubborn busybody with more energy than any one person ought to have. One ounce less of any of that and I..."

Destroy, went the hissing thread of malice in the back of his head, contained, no longer in control, but ever present. He might never be alone in his head again.

"...if you only knew it, Zack," he confided. "You could make me a sword in your hand, if you wanted." He drew an unsteady breath. "But I don't think you'll make it that easy for me."

So saying, he turned over, firmly reclaimed a corner of the blanket, and closed his eyes; in his determination to get some sleep, he did not see that in the other bed, Cloud's eyes were slitted open.

SEEEEEEEEEPH

omg Zack snoring being so endearing and reassuring, I can see it. He must be exhausted by that point - and no wonder Seph and Cloud can't sleep.

'going to sleep in different beds but sneaking into the other’s to snuggle', whole FFVII party :D

(post-game but not by much)

Tifa found Cloud in the chocobo stall, sleeplessly lounging on Hikari the gold's flank; he didn't say a word in his own defense, just budged up and let Tifa curl up against his shoulder. Within minutes she was asleep, but he wasn't far behind.

Nanaki came next; Cloud stirred when Nanaki stepped into the stall but didn't wake, and he took that as permission to curl up on Cloud's other side and rest his head on his folded paws.

He woke again briefly when Vincent entered; Vincent knew he was awake, of course, but did him the courtesy of pretending he didn't know as he eased himself down and rested between Nanaki's flank and Hikari's tail feathers, and Nanaki returned the courtesy by pretending to still be asleep as Vincent curled his legs up and tried to relax.

Cid nearly woke them all up, storming into the stable with Vincent's name on his lips; he stilled his tongue just in time, and gazed down at them all for a long moment. Finally he surrendered to what was clearly the order of the day, flopped down between Vincent's knees, and promptly started snoring.

Barret, awake for an hour from nightmares, followed the snoring to find the tableu of them; when he eased himself down next to Tifa intending merely to remind himself of what he hadn't lost, sleep snuck up on him and took him unawares.

Last was Yuffie, finding them all around dawn. She wasn't much the cuddling sort and wasn't tired at all, but she sat down and lounged across Cloud and Tifa's legs anyway, not wanting to be left out.

Cloud, 'a character claiming they’re not going to do ~the thing~ but in the next frame is seen ~doing the thing~-

"Nope." Cloud leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and head tipped down in his best tough guy pose. "Can't sing."

Tifa leaned over at the table at him. "Liar," she accused without heat. "I've heard you sing. You have a good voice."

Aeris, on his other side, leaned into him so far that her chair threatened to tip. "And I haven't heard you! Which is just not fair."

Cloud closed his eyes and pretended to ignore him, as up on the stage Barret finished stumbling his way through Don't Stop Believin' while Red helpfully howled along. Barret offered a high five to his backup singer, which Red accepted, and gracefully ceded the stage to Yuffie, who started wailing the lyrics to Barracuda nearly a stanza too early. "Don't be too hard on him," Barret told Tifa and Aeris as he took his seat. "Not everybody got the guts to hop up there and sing."

Cloud slitted one eye open.

[twirlysigil]

"We are young
Heartache to heartache, we stand
No promises, no demands..."

Cloud had his eyes closed, swaying slightly behind the microphone stand. Aeris propped her chin in her hand, utterly rapt. "Wow," she whispered. "He is a good singer."

Tifa glowed with pride. "Told you."

Cloud's glowing eyes flickered in their direction, but it was hard to tell which one he was looking at as he finished the chorus. "Love is a battlefield."

Jazz and Prowl, torquis'verse having a bad day, “use me”?

'showing up outside your enemy’s door' mashed up with 'having to undress your love interest to be able to tend to their wounds, trying your best not to stare at their bare-chest' for antagonistic early-days Jazz&Prowl

'going to sleep on different sides of the bed but waking up entangled' - very tired TFI

FFVII, turns out one of the party knows where all the gay bars are. (...Vincent?) 'the italicized “oh”'

"forehead kisses but it’s the male being kissed on the forehead"

why is that "but"?

being a tragic evangelion fanboy, this makes me scream internally.

So, perfect Roddy/Galvatron material in an incomprehensible way.

Only One Bed - Stars and Sephiroth :D

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