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Instead of doing the sensible thing and restricting each prompt to a sentence or literal hundred-word drabble, I just let each idea play itself out. The end result is one long ass post. Combined we've got a good 4000 words of crack and weirdness, some a little naughty, nothing too explicit. Enjoy! ;P
(Sephiroth/Aeris) for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
usagivindaloo
A is for Ache:
She kissed him once,
She kissed him twice.
She licked his nips.
It sure felt nice.
The man grew hard,
And things got hot.
He said, “Let's screw.”
She said, “Let's not.”
Seph made a stab,
Ran Aeris through,
Because she made
His balls go blue.
* * *
(Cloud and/or Zack) forartimusdin
B is for Bounciness:
“And you say you got these bruises...”
“Bouncing, sir,” Cloud told the doctor, face down, cheeks pink, then added with a side glance at Zack, “On a trampoline.”
“We were just having fun,” Zack put in, chuckling. “Can't resist something springy. It was okay till we cracked into each other and hit the edge on the way down.” He had a huge bandage of his own and marks on his wrists from getting them caught in the springs. Funny how they looked so much like rope burn.
“Mmhmm, that's how these things happen,” the doctor said dryly. He knew the signs. “I know you young men like to play things a little fast sometimes, but I really have to remind you uh, not to bounce without safety equipment.”
Zack nodded, spikes flying. “Yes, sir, we'll wear our helmets.”
“Good,” the doctor said and made a note to pack a couple of free flavored samples in the bag with the boys' painkillers.
* * *
(Seph/Zack/Aeris) foricedark_elf
C is for Curious:
“See,” Aeris coaxed. “Nothing scary.” Sephiroth nodded quietly, considering that the reality was much more interesting than the drawings in the journals. Zack came up behind his girlfriend and set his chin on her shoulder. The agreement passed between them in one sidelong glance. Aeris smiled up at Sephiroth, who still had not stopped staring. “You can touch it if you like.”
* * *
(Hisoka/Tsuzuki) formasamunes_song
D is for Drunk:
“Hisoka!” Tsuzuki fell back against the wall, fingers on lips that still tingled. The small blond knelt before him, head bowed, but not enough to hide the flush in his cheeks. Tsuzuki eyed the empty bottles around them. “Hisoka,” he said through the fog, “you want... that?”
Hisoka turned glazed eyes up to him, awash in emotion and impulse from inside and out. “I don't know... but you did."
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) forartimusdin
D is for Devious:
Very pretty. Nicely shaped. Just about hand-sized. Cute and perky in those lace cups. Maybe if he played nice, he'd get to touch them. It had been such a long, long time...
Then something jerked him sharply forward. He looked down at the long, broad blade suddenly protruding from his chest. Darn that little blond puppet. He looked back up at the girl. She had her back turned now and was buttoning her dress back up, all business, while he slid to the floor.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Zack) forverlandi
E is for Experience:
It's an old habit, drinking with a buddy, watching the game. Nothing new about this on the surface. But this time, the 'buddy' is no less than the General and the drink is stronger than Zack's usual brand. It's too hot inside his stomach and too cloudy inside his head but it's what the General is pouring.
There's something else strange about this, too. The match is heated but the General doesn't seem to be that into the game. If that is the case, Zack has to wonder why he was invited over for this in the first place. He's never watched football surrounded by so much silence so he tries his best to make enough noise for both of them.
Maybe it's the cloud of drink that keeps him from noticing that first hand on his thigh. By the time he does, he can't say anything because there's a mouth on his own, blocking the words.
Well. This is new. So is the tongue tracing a line between his lips, seeking entrance. Zack tries to turn his head away but the General has him now, one hand spread wide and buried in dark spikes, the other gripping a wrist with a warning tension. It's not... bad, Zack thinks, as soon as he is able to. Different, maybe. He tries to murmur a question and gets pressed backwards into the couch for his trouble.
The ceiling is a slightly different shade of white from the walls. Someone scores a goal. The announcer's voice rings out in the room. As lips move down Zack's throat and his shirt gets pushed up, he makes a small sound, something like a laugh. Looks like the footballers aren't the only ones scoring tonight.
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) forkissangel
F is for Faith:
She doesn't whimper as Sephiroth's hands move under her dress. She flinches when his fingers grasp one nipple, but there is not even one squeak. She looks him in the eye and glares. “Cloud will come for me.”
He smiles. “Perfect.”
* * *
(Grimoire Valentine) forwngdngl
G is for Gift:
“Wrap it yourself,” he grumbled. “All right then, I will.” Grimoire put the toy in the center of the wrapping paper and studied it. There had to be some way to package it up so the shape wouldn't be too apparent. That would spoil the surprise. It had not come in a box. Maybe he could find a spare one lying around. There were plenty of old shoe boxes in the...
No, no, that wouldn't do. If she didn't approve of him getting the boy a toy gun for his birthday, she definitely wouldn't take well to having one of her shoe boxes used for wrapping. Grimoire couldn't see what the big deal was. Lots of boys had toy guns growing up. He had and he certainly hadn't turned into some kind of raging beast.
He could picture it now, that little black-haired head hunkering down behind a couch, waiting to take out the latest criminal offender or mutant space alien or rogue traitor, whatever the kids were into fighting these days. Grimoire nodded to himself and went off in search of wrapping materials. Even if Vincent did develop a taste for shooting things, it's not like that kind of thing would ruin the kid's whole life.
* * *
(Angeal/Zack) forwickedorin
H is for Heart:
“... and the only room they had left was this one.” Angeal sighed.
Zack swaggered in and took a look around. “Nice!”
“Zack, it's a low-budget honeymoon suite. It's not nice. It's tacky, right down to the pink cushions and the heart-shaped bed.”
Zack looked back over his shoulder with his very best bedroom eyes. “Want to see if the bed vibrates. I promise you, that's very, very nice.”
* * *
(Jenova/Saki) formasamunes_song ;P
I is for Invitation:
The liquid was warm, nourishing, and the other had a tempting darkness in it. Slow tendrils reached out, questing and asking. Suitable. Good for growing. It needed growing. Growing she knew well, yes, regenerate, use it, make the body. It had a mind there, deliciously black, to handle all the rest.
Yes, good, this one, not the best of hosts, but good enough and so welcoming, hungry for the form she could grow for it. Cells reached out and mingled, welcome in every corner. Yes, beautiful union, this. Patterns here to follow, or twist, as best preferred. They would make something new in this warm space and their commingled life spores would spread over all the world.
“Now how do you propose we fix this?” Muraki glared.
Sephiroth scoffed. “Don't look at me. You're the one who said I could stash mine in your tank while we played.”
* * *
(Zack/Cloud) forskeren
J is for Junk:
“Zack!” Cloud shrieked, struggling in vain. “Zack, you asshole, I told you this would happen!”
Zack brought his sword up, ready to strike the second he could do so without injuring Cloud. “Put him down!” he said to the beast keeping Cloud restrained in the closet. “Let him go and I'll give you whatever you want.”
The monster tilted its misshapen head and blinked, blinked with the dirty gym sock that formed one 'eye'. A sound like the shifting of denim and the crackle of old potato chip bags emanated from near its old sneaker 'mouth'. Zack edged forward, hopeful. “Yeah, you want more laundry, I'll give you laundry. And there's the stack of old skin mags I've been meaning to donate to the less fortunate. You can have those, they're good.”
The beast shifted forward, letting its used-permanent marker fingers slide away from Cloud's head. Zack nodded, smiling brightly, encouraging. “Oh, and I have some cartons of old takeout in the fridge!” The beast made a noise like two old condoms snapping and dropped Cloud entirely.
The blond scrambled away from the thing and took cover behind Zack. The beast followed, but very slowly, churning up laundry and old receipts to roll awkwardly towards the young men. It trailed a steady stream of Zack's boxers behind it.
“Now look what you did!” Cloud hissed. “You're going to feed it more trash? You'll only make it worse.”
“I only said that to get you away from it,” Zack mumbled, still smiling. “Now I'll keep it busy and you go grab some disinfectant.”
* * *
(Hojo/Lucrecia) forwngdngl
K is for Keepsake:
He kept a lock of her hair. Neat, a decent shade of brown, the very soft hairs, plucked from the nape of her exquisite neck. He kept it bound with a small black ribbon. No elastic band of any sort to damage hair so fine. He kept it in a box tucked away in the back of the drawer where he could almost forget about it.
Sometimes, in a fit of worry, he would find himself on his knees, searching the dark corner for the box, opening it and checking that it was still safe. A good portion of Sephiroth's DNA had come from her, after all, and it was good to have the original to compare.
* * *
(Sephiroth) forwngdngl
L is for Leaving:
It was self-defeating, Sephiroth knew, to dwell on that ever-growing list of those who had deserted him. His father first, whoever that might have been. The pretty Cetra lady and her daughter, though he could hardly blame them. Genesis, Angeal, now even Zack, but that didn't matter. None of it did now that he had his mother again.
* * *
(Aeris/Zack/Seph) forkissangel
M is for Melancholy:
“Goddammit, why do you have to be such a-” Zack threw his arms up in frustration and stormed away. He only got a few feet away before he felt the change in the currents that told him Sephiroth was gone again.
Zack sighed. He slumped down in the field of flowers and put his chin on his knees, staring at the vacant space where his friend had been. Aeris came up beside him, and set one hand on his shaking shoulder. Zack tried not to make a sound, to stay absolutely still. Aeris sank down beside him when he failed, and wrapped her arms around him.
“Why won't he stop already? Why does he have to keep going back?” He threw his head back and shouted at the spirit sky above them. “Why does he keep leaving us here?”
“He'll learn eventually,” Aeris soothed. “He won't always be so angry. It's okay.” She rested her cheek against Zack's wild hair and told him it was alright again, even though it really wasn't.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Lucrecia) formasamunes_song
N is for Never:
He's seen her around, watching him. He's getting used to that, somewhat, the way people look at him. He's getting older, growing, and it's apparently interesting. But she's too old for him, and frankly, he's not interested. Not even curious.
He wakes up from a treatment strapped to a table and finds her hovering right over him. He scowls. “What are you looking at me like that for?” His new voice is still strained, and gravelly from being unused for a while.
She flinches a little. “I was wondering... you know, I never got a chance to hold you.”
He rises, snapping the straps with his new strength. “And you never will, pervert.”
* * *
(Kunsel/Zack) foranimekittysama
O is for Operation:
“Keep your movements firms and steady,” Kunsel said. “It's a delicate operation, but I can talk you through it.”
Zack nodded, eyes on the target, hands on the controls. “I'm ready.”
“Maneuver the tool into position.” Kunsel's voice was breaking up a bit. Zack sweated as the machinery moved, hoping he'd judged right, that he wouldn't misfire. He could hear Kunsel's breathing in one ear and his own pulse with the other. “Now lower,” Kunsel said. “Don't get fancy. All it takes is a nudge.”
Zack held his breath “Almost... AAH!” The moogle toy slipped out of the crane's arms and landed back into the pile, just short of the drop box.
“Dammit!”
Kunsel chuckled. “Better luck next time.”
Zack rolled his eyes. “You know this would be a lot easier if you didn't insist on demonstrating by sticking your crane arm down my pants.”
* * *
(Sephiroth/Aeris) forverlandi
P is for Peril:
She woke up wrapped in something heavy and warm, on a bed of heather. A fire burned beside her and twin lights shone from the darkness beyonds. She tried to move and found either herself too weak or the wrapping too tight. Her shifting brought to mind the fact that beneath the cover, she was nude.
She managed to get an elbow under her and lift herself up slightly. From the drag of her hair behind her, she could tell it had been loosed from its braid and neatly arranged behind her. There was movement near the fire. Sephiroth stood and approached. He wore only his pants and harness. Aeris knew then where his coat was and shivered beneath it.
He sank to his knees beside her bed and leaned over, smirking slightly. “You're awake now,” he stated. “Do you remember what happened?”
She did, but could not find her voice and so shook her head. The man nodded. “You fell into the sea. Clearly you weren't prepared for how cold the water can be this far north.” He reached out to neaten her hair and she cringed away. A scowl darkened his face in an instant, and faded. “Don't do that. If I hadn't undressed you and taken your hair down, you would have frozen to death even after I pulled you out of the ocean. Your things are over there.” He gestured with a tilt of his head.
Aeris could see her clothes, neatly folded on her boots. Her ribbon and thank Gaia, her materia, lay on top. She swallowed. “Thank you,” she said as clearly as she could, hoping he would give her privacy to get dressed.
The feline eyes blinked slowly. He reached out and brushed a stray hair from her cheek. His fingers lingered on her jaw. “Don't mention it. I don't want you dead just yet.”
* * *
(Zack/Sephiroth) formasamunes_song. 'Kay, see, I'd already done this particular theme with these two, so continuing in that vein....
Q is for Quarrel:
“Seph, I don't like saying this,
but lately there's something I miss.
Remember how we got our start?
You called me a slutty tart.
“And I was kind of drunk by then.
I tried to stab you with my pen.
You hit me with your drinking glass.
(That's one weird way to make a pass).
“Then I called you a trumped-up whore
and you chucked me right out the door.
You dragged me right back to your place
and tied me with my own shoe lace.
“I think I kicked you once or twice.
You slapped me hard. Felt kinda nice.
And then when I was good and sore,
you asked me if I wanted more.
“I wasn't too sure what you meant,
but I like to experiment.
So you whipped out your jumbo tube
Of slick vanilla-scented lube.
“You showed me things I never knew
(and I showed you a few things too).
Shiva, that was one great night,
and it all started with a fight!
“But we don't do that anymore.
When last did you leave me all sore?
Now it's meals by candlelight,
and poetry, Seph. What a fright!
“It's not that I don't like romance.
I also like the rough advance.
A slap that will not leave a mark
just adds a very special spark.
“I like the long walks in the park.
I like to snuggle in the dark.
But Seph, I miss the rougher days.
I miss your violent fucking ways."
“Oh, Zack, I was concerned, you see,
that you were giving in to me.
I like to make you feel content
and watch you sleep when you're all spent.
“I like having you by my side.
You're pretty and an awesome ride.
I like that you are always near,
but worried it was out of fear.
“So, Zack, if that's the way you feel,
let's just have takeout for this meal,
Then I'll pretend to pull some rank
and give your ass a hearty spank.
“I can tie you to a chair
and drop hot wax on you, right there.
But tell me when you've had enough.
I'm glad you really like it rough.”
Out came the ropes, and some barbed wire,
the handcuffs and a tractor tire.
They went at it the whole night through.
No halfway lovin' for these two.
They grinned like fools the whole next day.
Even Rude had cause to say
that they were both a bit too glad;
They'd either fucked or gone quite mad.
Reno sighed and nodded too.
“It must have been one awesome screw.”
Tseng took his coffee extra strong.
(He lives next door, but not for long).
But Zack and Seph were gratified;
Zack had not hid, nor had he lied.
He'd been upfront and clearly said
exactly what he liked in bed.
The lesson is, it may be stated,
Wants are best communicated.
Now those SOLDIERs have a fight,
every single fucking night.
* * *
(Lazard/Sephiroth) foranimekittysama
R is for Reversal:
“Let me get this straight.” Sephiroth leaned back in his chair and studied Lazard. “You want me to sit still and let you slice my coat off?”
“It's only fair. You've cut your way through half my wardrobe already. It's getting more than a little annoying constantly being fitted for replacements.”
“There's an easy solution to that, Lazard. Just buy something tasteful for a change and I won't be tempted to forcibly remove it from your person.”
Lazard ignored the dig. “That's not the only reason.” His voice dropped low. “I've seen the look on your face when you do what you do. I admit I'm curious.” He slid across the edge of the desk and toyed with Sephiroth's collar. “I imagine it would look striking, black leather parting, and your pale skin beneath.”
Sephiroth smirked. “I suppose I can afford to lose one coat, but I have to warn you, those dinky little safety scissors of yours aren't going to be up to the task.”
“Don't worry.” Lazard hiked up one pant leg to reveal the shiny new hedge clippers strapped to his calf. “I brought these.”
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) foryubberducky
S is for Sundress:
I'll get a perfect sundress in a perfect shade of blue.
I'll buy some platform wedges and a tiny handbag too.
Maybe some kinky lingerie to help keep things red hot.
That's how to keep the fires lit – Dress up for who you've got.
The blue's a lovely color, dear. The cut is really nice.
So is that itty bitty purse, if not it's 'tiny' price.
The final touch, that lingerie, just crowns this shopping spree.
But when you said 'dress up', my dear, I didn't know you meant me.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Tifa) forusagivindaloo
T is for Tension:
He wasn't at all like the village boys she was used to. This was a man, and not the old fatherly kind who had watched her grow up, who sometimes turned a less-than-wholesome eye on her now that she was older, but never with genuine intent. This one was like a dream out of her mother's old romance books and her mouth went dry when he looked her way.
Green eyes flicked up and down her form, taking in, assessing, found her adequate enough for some purpose then moved aside, dismissing. Tifa looked away, swallowing. When she looked back, she was all business, but that tight feeling inside stayed with her all the way up the mountain.
* * *
(Tsuzuki/Muraki) formasamunes_song
U is for Useful:
“Hm!” Muraki made no other sign of discomfort as his mechanical eye hit the deck and rolled slowly away from him. “Such a bother. It's been falling out so often since you two rattled it up.”
Tsuzuki hop-danced out of the way and let the little sphere come to rest against a nearby crate. It stopped angled right up at him. He would have whimpered if Muraki had not been there. “Why don't you just get a new one?”
“That one has X-Ray vision.”
Tsuzuki blinked. Then he yelped and jumped out of the way, covering himself with both hands. Muraki rolled his one good eye. “I said X-Ray vision. It sees through all of you, down to your bones, not just through your clothes.” He leaned over and picked the grimy, little clicking orb up from the floor. “It's quite handy in my line of work, even if the popular misconception is so much more... stimulating.”
* * *
(Sephiroth/Aeris) forskeren
V is for Vision:
His belt made good restraints. He had used them often enough to know, pulling the leather tight around ankles and wrists. One wadded up sock served as a gag. Still, she glared at him, powerless but not without fight. She would defy him with that gorgon's gaze to the very last, if he let her. He smirked as he pulled the wide ribbon from her hair and resolved not to.
* * *
(Cloud/Zack) foryubberducky
W is for Window:
“Zack, quit it!” Cloud wiped hard, rubbing over Zack's face. Zack, undeterred, smashed his nose against the other side of the glass. Cloud sprayed more window cleaner and wiped again. “Cut it out, Zack! I'm going to have to wipe the outside extra hard now.”
Zack rolled his head and continued making funny faces against the glass; blowfish, oinky, chipmunk cheeks. Cloud groaned and covered Zack's face up with the dust cloth. “What are you, Zack, twelve?” He stopped wiping and set the cloth down, only to be greeted with an entirely different pair of cheeks pressed against the glass. “ZACK!”
* * *
(Aeris/Jenova/Sephiroth) formasamunes_song
X is for Xenophobia:
The sharing was beautiful, skin on skin, limbs tangling, lips meeting. It went deeper than mere bodies, the intertwining of self. Mind was in mind and cell linked with cell, rejoicing in a sweet fusion, a symphony of similarity few others would ever understand. Then the Other spoke, intruding interloper, distressed at being ignored.
A wordless question passed between the couple. One was indulgent but the other recoiled. To have that one taint their sharing with its inherent difference. Profane. Sacrilege. The first agreed, if reluctantly, and so they left the Other outside to pace and contemplate finding his own kind.
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) formasamunes_song
Y is for Yearning:
The comb catches on a snarl in her hair and she rests it down to work at the tangle with fingers instead. The peace and stillness never leaves her as she completes these unimportant last rites, the final soothing of nerves for the long night ahead. She brushes short wisps out of her eyes and finds herself remembering his large hands once doing the same. Her heart skips at the thought and so she turns away from it. It would not do to think of him this way now.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Reno) formasamunes_song
Z is for Zealous:
"They're worthless heathens! Kill them all!" Sephiroth declared, glaring at the crumpled Turks. He paused and pointed at the redhead. "Except for that one."
The Remnants blinked. "Because he's cute?" Loz asked.
Sephiroth shrugged. "He accepted a magazine once. He's one of us."
(Sephiroth/Aeris) for
usagivindalooA is for Ache:
She kissed him once,
She kissed him twice.
She licked his nips.
It sure felt nice.
The man grew hard,
And things got hot.
He said, “Let's screw.”
She said, “Let's not.”
Seph made a stab,
Ran Aeris through,
Because she made
His balls go blue.
* * *
(Cloud and/or Zack) for
artimusdinB is for Bounciness:
“And you say you got these bruises...”
“Bouncing, sir,” Cloud told the doctor, face down, cheeks pink, then added with a side glance at Zack, “On a trampoline.”
“We were just having fun,” Zack put in, chuckling. “Can't resist something springy. It was okay till we cracked into each other and hit the edge on the way down.” He had a huge bandage of his own and marks on his wrists from getting them caught in the springs. Funny how they looked so much like rope burn.
“Mmhmm, that's how these things happen,” the doctor said dryly. He knew the signs. “I know you young men like to play things a little fast sometimes, but I really have to remind you uh, not to bounce without safety equipment.”
Zack nodded, spikes flying. “Yes, sir, we'll wear our helmets.”
“Good,” the doctor said and made a note to pack a couple of free flavored samples in the bag with the boys' painkillers.
* * *
(Seph/Zack/Aeris) for
icedark_elfC is for Curious:
“See,” Aeris coaxed. “Nothing scary.” Sephiroth nodded quietly, considering that the reality was much more interesting than the drawings in the journals. Zack came up behind his girlfriend and set his chin on her shoulder. The agreement passed between them in one sidelong glance. Aeris smiled up at Sephiroth, who still had not stopped staring. “You can touch it if you like.”
* * *
(Hisoka/Tsuzuki) for
masamunes_songD is for Drunk:
“Hisoka!” Tsuzuki fell back against the wall, fingers on lips that still tingled. The small blond knelt before him, head bowed, but not enough to hide the flush in his cheeks. Tsuzuki eyed the empty bottles around them. “Hisoka,” he said through the fog, “you want... that?”
Hisoka turned glazed eyes up to him, awash in emotion and impulse from inside and out. “I don't know... but you did."
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) for
artimusdinD is for Devious:
Very pretty. Nicely shaped. Just about hand-sized. Cute and perky in those lace cups. Maybe if he played nice, he'd get to touch them. It had been such a long, long time...
Then something jerked him sharply forward. He looked down at the long, broad blade suddenly protruding from his chest. Darn that little blond puppet. He looked back up at the girl. She had her back turned now and was buttoning her dress back up, all business, while he slid to the floor.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Zack) for
verlandiE is for Experience:
It's an old habit, drinking with a buddy, watching the game. Nothing new about this on the surface. But this time, the 'buddy' is no less than the General and the drink is stronger than Zack's usual brand. It's too hot inside his stomach and too cloudy inside his head but it's what the General is pouring.
There's something else strange about this, too. The match is heated but the General doesn't seem to be that into the game. If that is the case, Zack has to wonder why he was invited over for this in the first place. He's never watched football surrounded by so much silence so he tries his best to make enough noise for both of them.
Maybe it's the cloud of drink that keeps him from noticing that first hand on his thigh. By the time he does, he can't say anything because there's a mouth on his own, blocking the words.
Well. This is new. So is the tongue tracing a line between his lips, seeking entrance. Zack tries to turn his head away but the General has him now, one hand spread wide and buried in dark spikes, the other gripping a wrist with a warning tension. It's not... bad, Zack thinks, as soon as he is able to. Different, maybe. He tries to murmur a question and gets pressed backwards into the couch for his trouble.
The ceiling is a slightly different shade of white from the walls. Someone scores a goal. The announcer's voice rings out in the room. As lips move down Zack's throat and his shirt gets pushed up, he makes a small sound, something like a laugh. Looks like the footballers aren't the only ones scoring tonight.
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) for
kissangelF is for Faith:
She doesn't whimper as Sephiroth's hands move under her dress. She flinches when his fingers grasp one nipple, but there is not even one squeak. She looks him in the eye and glares. “Cloud will come for me.”
He smiles. “Perfect.”
* * *
(Grimoire Valentine) for
wngdnglG is for Gift:
“Wrap it yourself,” he grumbled. “All right then, I will.” Grimoire put the toy in the center of the wrapping paper and studied it. There had to be some way to package it up so the shape wouldn't be too apparent. That would spoil the surprise. It had not come in a box. Maybe he could find a spare one lying around. There were plenty of old shoe boxes in the...
No, no, that wouldn't do. If she didn't approve of him getting the boy a toy gun for his birthday, she definitely wouldn't take well to having one of her shoe boxes used for wrapping. Grimoire couldn't see what the big deal was. Lots of boys had toy guns growing up. He had and he certainly hadn't turned into some kind of raging beast.
He could picture it now, that little black-haired head hunkering down behind a couch, waiting to take out the latest criminal offender or mutant space alien or rogue traitor, whatever the kids were into fighting these days. Grimoire nodded to himself and went off in search of wrapping materials. Even if Vincent did develop a taste for shooting things, it's not like that kind of thing would ruin the kid's whole life.
* * *
(Angeal/Zack) for
wickedorinH is for Heart:
“... and the only room they had left was this one.” Angeal sighed.
Zack swaggered in and took a look around. “Nice!”
“Zack, it's a low-budget honeymoon suite. It's not nice. It's tacky, right down to the pink cushions and the heart-shaped bed.”
Zack looked back over his shoulder with his very best bedroom eyes. “Want to see if the bed vibrates. I promise you, that's very, very nice.”
* * *
(Jenova/Saki) for
masamunes_song ;PI is for Invitation:
The liquid was warm, nourishing, and the other had a tempting darkness in it. Slow tendrils reached out, questing and asking. Suitable. Good for growing. It needed growing. Growing she knew well, yes, regenerate, use it, make the body. It had a mind there, deliciously black, to handle all the rest.
Yes, good, this one, not the best of hosts, but good enough and so welcoming, hungry for the form she could grow for it. Cells reached out and mingled, welcome in every corner. Yes, beautiful union, this. Patterns here to follow, or twist, as best preferred. They would make something new in this warm space and their commingled life spores would spread over all the world.
“Now how do you propose we fix this?” Muraki glared.
Sephiroth scoffed. “Don't look at me. You're the one who said I could stash mine in your tank while we played.”
* * *
(Zack/Cloud) for
skerenJ is for Junk:
“Zack!” Cloud shrieked, struggling in vain. “Zack, you asshole, I told you this would happen!”
Zack brought his sword up, ready to strike the second he could do so without injuring Cloud. “Put him down!” he said to the beast keeping Cloud restrained in the closet. “Let him go and I'll give you whatever you want.”
The monster tilted its misshapen head and blinked, blinked with the dirty gym sock that formed one 'eye'. A sound like the shifting of denim and the crackle of old potato chip bags emanated from near its old sneaker 'mouth'. Zack edged forward, hopeful. “Yeah, you want more laundry, I'll give you laundry. And there's the stack of old skin mags I've been meaning to donate to the less fortunate. You can have those, they're good.”
The beast shifted forward, letting its used-permanent marker fingers slide away from Cloud's head. Zack nodded, smiling brightly, encouraging. “Oh, and I have some cartons of old takeout in the fridge!” The beast made a noise like two old condoms snapping and dropped Cloud entirely.
The blond scrambled away from the thing and took cover behind Zack. The beast followed, but very slowly, churning up laundry and old receipts to roll awkwardly towards the young men. It trailed a steady stream of Zack's boxers behind it.
“Now look what you did!” Cloud hissed. “You're going to feed it more trash? You'll only make it worse.”
“I only said that to get you away from it,” Zack mumbled, still smiling. “Now I'll keep it busy and you go grab some disinfectant.”
* * *
(Hojo/Lucrecia) for
wngdnglK is for Keepsake:
He kept a lock of her hair. Neat, a decent shade of brown, the very soft hairs, plucked from the nape of her exquisite neck. He kept it bound with a small black ribbon. No elastic band of any sort to damage hair so fine. He kept it in a box tucked away in the back of the drawer where he could almost forget about it.
Sometimes, in a fit of worry, he would find himself on his knees, searching the dark corner for the box, opening it and checking that it was still safe. A good portion of Sephiroth's DNA had come from her, after all, and it was good to have the original to compare.
* * *
(Sephiroth) for
wngdnglL is for Leaving:
It was self-defeating, Sephiroth knew, to dwell on that ever-growing list of those who had deserted him. His father first, whoever that might have been. The pretty Cetra lady and her daughter, though he could hardly blame them. Genesis, Angeal, now even Zack, but that didn't matter. None of it did now that he had his mother again.
* * *
(Aeris/Zack/Seph) for
kissangelM is for Melancholy:
“Goddammit, why do you have to be such a-” Zack threw his arms up in frustration and stormed away. He only got a few feet away before he felt the change in the currents that told him Sephiroth was gone again.
Zack sighed. He slumped down in the field of flowers and put his chin on his knees, staring at the vacant space where his friend had been. Aeris came up beside him, and set one hand on his shaking shoulder. Zack tried not to make a sound, to stay absolutely still. Aeris sank down beside him when he failed, and wrapped her arms around him.
“Why won't he stop already? Why does he have to keep going back?” He threw his head back and shouted at the spirit sky above them. “Why does he keep leaving us here?”
“He'll learn eventually,” Aeris soothed. “He won't always be so angry. It's okay.” She rested her cheek against Zack's wild hair and told him it was alright again, even though it really wasn't.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Lucrecia) for
masamunes_songN is for Never:
He's seen her around, watching him. He's getting used to that, somewhat, the way people look at him. He's getting older, growing, and it's apparently interesting. But she's too old for him, and frankly, he's not interested. Not even curious.
He wakes up from a treatment strapped to a table and finds her hovering right over him. He scowls. “What are you looking at me like that for?” His new voice is still strained, and gravelly from being unused for a while.
She flinches a little. “I was wondering... you know, I never got a chance to hold you.”
He rises, snapping the straps with his new strength. “And you never will, pervert.”
* * *
(Kunsel/Zack) for
animekittysamaO is for Operation:
“Keep your movements firms and steady,” Kunsel said. “It's a delicate operation, but I can talk you through it.”
Zack nodded, eyes on the target, hands on the controls. “I'm ready.”
“Maneuver the tool into position.” Kunsel's voice was breaking up a bit. Zack sweated as the machinery moved, hoping he'd judged right, that he wouldn't misfire. He could hear Kunsel's breathing in one ear and his own pulse with the other. “Now lower,” Kunsel said. “Don't get fancy. All it takes is a nudge.”
Zack held his breath “Almost... AAH!” The moogle toy slipped out of the crane's arms and landed back into the pile, just short of the drop box.
“Dammit!”
Kunsel chuckled. “Better luck next time.”
Zack rolled his eyes. “You know this would be a lot easier if you didn't insist on demonstrating by sticking your crane arm down my pants.”
* * *
(Sephiroth/Aeris) for
verlandiP is for Peril:
She woke up wrapped in something heavy and warm, on a bed of heather. A fire burned beside her and twin lights shone from the darkness beyonds. She tried to move and found either herself too weak or the wrapping too tight. Her shifting brought to mind the fact that beneath the cover, she was nude.
She managed to get an elbow under her and lift herself up slightly. From the drag of her hair behind her, she could tell it had been loosed from its braid and neatly arranged behind her. There was movement near the fire. Sephiroth stood and approached. He wore only his pants and harness. Aeris knew then where his coat was and shivered beneath it.
He sank to his knees beside her bed and leaned over, smirking slightly. “You're awake now,” he stated. “Do you remember what happened?”
She did, but could not find her voice and so shook her head. The man nodded. “You fell into the sea. Clearly you weren't prepared for how cold the water can be this far north.” He reached out to neaten her hair and she cringed away. A scowl darkened his face in an instant, and faded. “Don't do that. If I hadn't undressed you and taken your hair down, you would have frozen to death even after I pulled you out of the ocean. Your things are over there.” He gestured with a tilt of his head.
Aeris could see her clothes, neatly folded on her boots. Her ribbon and thank Gaia, her materia, lay on top. She swallowed. “Thank you,” she said as clearly as she could, hoping he would give her privacy to get dressed.
The feline eyes blinked slowly. He reached out and brushed a stray hair from her cheek. His fingers lingered on her jaw. “Don't mention it. I don't want you dead just yet.”
* * *
(Zack/Sephiroth) for
masamunes_song. 'Kay, see, I'd already done this particular theme with these two, so continuing in that vein.... Q is for Quarrel:
“Seph, I don't like saying this,
but lately there's something I miss.
Remember how we got our start?
You called me a slutty tart.
“And I was kind of drunk by then.
I tried to stab you with my pen.
You hit me with your drinking glass.
(That's one weird way to make a pass).
“Then I called you a trumped-up whore
and you chucked me right out the door.
You dragged me right back to your place
and tied me with my own shoe lace.
“I think I kicked you once or twice.
You slapped me hard. Felt kinda nice.
And then when I was good and sore,
you asked me if I wanted more.
“I wasn't too sure what you meant,
but I like to experiment.
So you whipped out your jumbo tube
Of slick vanilla-scented lube.
“You showed me things I never knew
(and I showed you a few things too).
Shiva, that was one great night,
and it all started with a fight!
“But we don't do that anymore.
When last did you leave me all sore?
Now it's meals by candlelight,
and poetry, Seph. What a fright!
“It's not that I don't like romance.
I also like the rough advance.
A slap that will not leave a mark
just adds a very special spark.
“I like the long walks in the park.
I like to snuggle in the dark.
But Seph, I miss the rougher days.
I miss your violent fucking ways."
“Oh, Zack, I was concerned, you see,
that you were giving in to me.
I like to make you feel content
and watch you sleep when you're all spent.
“I like having you by my side.
You're pretty and an awesome ride.
I like that you are always near,
but worried it was out of fear.
“So, Zack, if that's the way you feel,
let's just have takeout for this meal,
Then I'll pretend to pull some rank
and give your ass a hearty spank.
“I can tie you to a chair
and drop hot wax on you, right there.
But tell me when you've had enough.
I'm glad you really like it rough.”
Out came the ropes, and some barbed wire,
the handcuffs and a tractor tire.
They went at it the whole night through.
No halfway lovin' for these two.
They grinned like fools the whole next day.
Even Rude had cause to say
that they were both a bit too glad;
They'd either fucked or gone quite mad.
Reno sighed and nodded too.
“It must have been one awesome screw.”
Tseng took his coffee extra strong.
(He lives next door, but not for long).
But Zack and Seph were gratified;
Zack had not hid, nor had he lied.
He'd been upfront and clearly said
exactly what he liked in bed.
The lesson is, it may be stated,
Wants are best communicated.
Now those SOLDIERs have a fight,
every single fucking night.
* * *
(Lazard/Sephiroth) for
animekittysamaR is for Reversal:
“Let me get this straight.” Sephiroth leaned back in his chair and studied Lazard. “You want me to sit still and let you slice my coat off?”
“It's only fair. You've cut your way through half my wardrobe already. It's getting more than a little annoying constantly being fitted for replacements.”
“There's an easy solution to that, Lazard. Just buy something tasteful for a change and I won't be tempted to forcibly remove it from your person.”
Lazard ignored the dig. “That's not the only reason.” His voice dropped low. “I've seen the look on your face when you do what you do. I admit I'm curious.” He slid across the edge of the desk and toyed with Sephiroth's collar. “I imagine it would look striking, black leather parting, and your pale skin beneath.”
Sephiroth smirked. “I suppose I can afford to lose one coat, but I have to warn you, those dinky little safety scissors of yours aren't going to be up to the task.”
“Don't worry.” Lazard hiked up one pant leg to reveal the shiny new hedge clippers strapped to his calf. “I brought these.”
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) for
yubberduckyS is for Sundress:
I'll get a perfect sundress in a perfect shade of blue.
I'll buy some platform wedges and a tiny handbag too.
Maybe some kinky lingerie to help keep things red hot.
That's how to keep the fires lit – Dress up for who you've got.
The blue's a lovely color, dear. The cut is really nice.
So is that itty bitty purse, if not it's 'tiny' price.
The final touch, that lingerie, just crowns this shopping spree.
But when you said 'dress up', my dear, I didn't know you meant me.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Tifa) for
usagivindalooT is for Tension:
He wasn't at all like the village boys she was used to. This was a man, and not the old fatherly kind who had watched her grow up, who sometimes turned a less-than-wholesome eye on her now that she was older, but never with genuine intent. This one was like a dream out of her mother's old romance books and her mouth went dry when he looked her way.
Green eyes flicked up and down her form, taking in, assessing, found her adequate enough for some purpose then moved aside, dismissing. Tifa looked away, swallowing. When she looked back, she was all business, but that tight feeling inside stayed with her all the way up the mountain.
* * *
(Tsuzuki/Muraki) for
masamunes_songU is for Useful:
“Hm!” Muraki made no other sign of discomfort as his mechanical eye hit the deck and rolled slowly away from him. “Such a bother. It's been falling out so often since you two rattled it up.”
Tsuzuki hop-danced out of the way and let the little sphere come to rest against a nearby crate. It stopped angled right up at him. He would have whimpered if Muraki had not been there. “Why don't you just get a new one?”
“That one has X-Ray vision.”
Tsuzuki blinked. Then he yelped and jumped out of the way, covering himself with both hands. Muraki rolled his one good eye. “I said X-Ray vision. It sees through all of you, down to your bones, not just through your clothes.” He leaned over and picked the grimy, little clicking orb up from the floor. “It's quite handy in my line of work, even if the popular misconception is so much more... stimulating.”
* * *
(Sephiroth/Aeris) for
skerenV is for Vision:
His belt made good restraints. He had used them often enough to know, pulling the leather tight around ankles and wrists. One wadded up sock served as a gag. Still, she glared at him, powerless but not without fight. She would defy him with that gorgon's gaze to the very last, if he let her. He smirked as he pulled the wide ribbon from her hair and resolved not to.
* * *
(Cloud/Zack) for
yubberduckyW is for Window:
“Zack, quit it!” Cloud wiped hard, rubbing over Zack's face. Zack, undeterred, smashed his nose against the other side of the glass. Cloud sprayed more window cleaner and wiped again. “Cut it out, Zack! I'm going to have to wipe the outside extra hard now.”
Zack rolled his head and continued making funny faces against the glass; blowfish, oinky, chipmunk cheeks. Cloud groaned and covered Zack's face up with the dust cloth. “What are you, Zack, twelve?” He stopped wiping and set the cloth down, only to be greeted with an entirely different pair of cheeks pressed against the glass. “ZACK!”
* * *
(Aeris/Jenova/Sephiroth) for
masamunes_songX is for Xenophobia:
The sharing was beautiful, skin on skin, limbs tangling, lips meeting. It went deeper than mere bodies, the intertwining of self. Mind was in mind and cell linked with cell, rejoicing in a sweet fusion, a symphony of similarity few others would ever understand. Then the Other spoke, intruding interloper, distressed at being ignored.
A wordless question passed between the couple. One was indulgent but the other recoiled. To have that one taint their sharing with its inherent difference. Profane. Sacrilege. The first agreed, if reluctantly, and so they left the Other outside to pace and contemplate finding his own kind.
* * *
(Aeris/Sephiroth) for
masamunes_songY is for Yearning:
The comb catches on a snarl in her hair and she rests it down to work at the tangle with fingers instead. The peace and stillness never leaves her as she completes these unimportant last rites, the final soothing of nerves for the long night ahead. She brushes short wisps out of her eyes and finds herself remembering his large hands once doing the same. Her heart skips at the thought and so she turns away from it. It would not do to think of him this way now.
* * *
(Sephiroth/Reno) for
masamunes_songZ is for Zealous:
"They're worthless heathens! Kill them all!" Sephiroth declared, glaring at the crumpled Turks. He paused and pointed at the redhead. "Except for that one."
The Remnants blinked. "Because he's cute?" Loz asked.
Sephiroth shrugged. "He accepted a magazine once. He's one of us."
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Date: 2007-12-13 04:43 am (UTC)From:And Window nearly KILLED me. OMG, SO MUCH LOVE. <3333
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Date: 2007-12-13 04:55 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-12-13 05:53 am (UTC)From:Wonderful work! I'm going to have to admit to Quarrel being my favorite (it's so... "romantic"). Though the mental image of Lazard with hedge clippers strapped to his calf will not leave me for... some time.
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Date: 2007-12-13 04:59 pm (UTC)From:Yeah, once I remembered the old Quarrel, everything else just fell in place. (And you know Lazard would have that earnest expression while he's showing some leg. Can't let go of that image either myself.)
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Date: 2007-12-13 06:10 am (UTC)From:Peril was naughty beneath those tense exchanges, imo =p Seph had some leeway, didn't he?
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Date: 2007-12-13 05:01 pm (UTC)From:Peril was fun to do. As for Seph having leeway, maaaaybe... >_>
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Date: 2007-12-13 06:48 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-12-13 05:04 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-12-13 02:40 pm (UTC)From:Definitely made my day a whole lot more interesting. ^.^
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Date: 2007-12-13 05:05 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-12-13 05:21 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-12-14 07:01 pm (UTC)From:I know this wasn't one of mine, but uh, is the pairing in Xenophobia what I think it is...?
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Date: 2007-12-15 01:40 am (UTC)From:Xenophobia... yes, yes, it is. >_>
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Date: 2007-12-16 10:28 pm (UTC)From:Loved Invitation. (Try killing THIS with your own two hands, lazy-eyed psycho!)
I thought you'd be able to do something with a Zack/Seph Quarrel... I remembered you running along those lines before, even if I forgot to comment. Pretty pretty SOLDIER boys look good in nothing but verse.
And Xenophobia... wait now... why are there three breasts in Jenova's Happy Tank? (So not right on so many levels. XD Wasn't expecting THAT!)
Gotta say, I really liked Peril and Faith and Vision too. I'm wrong-headed that way. :cough:
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Date: 2007-12-18 07:17 am (UTC)From:Oho, drawn to the Domination smut, eh? Good, good, very good. ^_~
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Date: 2007-12-18 08:22 pm (UTC)From:And erm... yeah... drawn to the nasty nasty. :cough cough:
Apparently, I can't write it for sh*t, though.