fic: alphabet drabble meme, G-M
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jukeboxhound_backup7. Gun
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Rude/Vincent
For: yuko_hakubi
Reno really should have known better than to pick a fight with Cloud in Tifa’s bar. The former AVALANCHE group was now up in arms against a smirking Reno and a furiously shouting Elena, none of them noticing that two of their number were sitting on the sidelines.
“…” said Rude.
“Hmm,” agreed Vincent. They each took a sip of their nearly-full beer. When someone said something with the words Zack and butt-boy and Cloud’s hand furiously seized Tsurugi’s hilt, Vincent calmly pulled Death Penalty from the depths of his cloak and set it on the table in plain sight.
Rude looked at it, then pulled out his own gun. It settled with a solid thunk next to Vincent’s.
“…Mine’s bigger.”
8. Hungry
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Cid/Vincent
For: mystiri_1
Cid was a man’s man, Planet damn it. He smoked and swore and drank (tea) and had had his fair share of women in his younger years, and sure, Vincent was hardly a woman at all, but the Turk was so fucking reserved it was like arguing with a statue. So Cid was free to swear and drink and generally act like the rugged man’s man he was.
Which was why he’d sooner have Cloud rip apart his beloved rocket than admit that seeing the rare hunger in Vincent/CHAOS’ eyes and knowing he was about to get fucked into the floor could get him harder than a fucking steel rebar.
9. Interesting
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII, Good Omens
Pairing: Zack/Crowley (+Cloud)
For: faith1922
Note: Beware the references to Dante’s Divine Commedia.
Zack looked around with his hands on his hips and a disgruntled expression.
“…Dude.” If this was the Promised Land, then Aeris’ people were a bunch of old, dead liars. Hurricane-strength winds sweeping over empty plains weren’t exactly his idea of Awesome. He was only vaguely surprised to find that he had a pair of white wings arching from his shoulders, not unlike the ones that Angeal (his heart twinged at the name) once had.
“I know,” sighed a voice beside him. “I keep telling the management that they’re driving up the utilities bill, but some of the Dukes get a kick out of the all the writhing and screaming. Rather passé, if you ask me.”
Zack turned. Blinked. Wondered if maybe one of the Turks had accidentally wandered into the afterlife alongside him. Not that he would complain, considering the fuckers were probably still after Cloud, and the whole shooting-him-dead thing put a bit of a damper on his former almost-liking towards them. But spending eternity with one of them? Would totally suck ass.
Before Zack could say anything, however, the stranger looked at him. Well, he might have been looking over Zack’s shoulder or at his crotch for all he knew, given the stylish sunglasses that hid the man’s eyes. “So, what’re you in for?”
“I might be able to tell you if I knew where I was,” Zack quipped, looking around him again. It was unbearably hot.
“Second Circle, Lust,” the man said in the practiced voice of a tour guide, and a carefully manicured eyebrow rose.
“Seriously? Fuck,” Zack sighed as he threw his arms into the air.
“Yes, that’s generally the problem.”
“Hey man, she said she was single. Besides, I got my own boyfriend—well. Had.”
“Forget your anniversary?” Sunglasses Man asked mildly.
“Nah. Just found out that a few years of torture followed by some time on the lam and a couple bullets don’t exactly make for a lasting relationship.” Zack sighed gustily, blinking back the sting of tears. He was a man, and… Oh, who was he kidding? He was still a kid that had seen too much before his life got cut unfairly short. If there was a time for crying, this might be it.
“Ah.” The other man shifted his weight uncomfortably, as men often do when the conversation turns to subjects requiring more than grunts or a raised beer can. “The fourteenth century was kind of like that. How was I supposed to know that the Plague would wipe out a third of the population? Nudge a few rats onto some caravans to spoil the rations and suddenly I’m Satan’s buttboy. I have standards, Heaven damn it. Wouldn’t come within a Circle of the big blue boss-man if I could help it. Smells like rotten eggs, you know. Angels and their fucking judgments.”
“Angels?” Zack perked up, too caught up in thinking about Angeal and Cloud to notice the thin smirk dancing on the stranger’s thin lips.
“Yes, angels.” The stranger moved a few steps closer to Zack, threatening the concept of personal space, and looked over the top of his sunglasses. “You know. Wings, flaming swords. Holier-than-thou attitude.”
Sounded a lot like Sephiroth and Genesis, actually, but the SOLDIER was slightly distracted by the golden reptilian eyes pinning him in place like one of Hojo’s giant fucking needles.
“Whoa,” Zack breathed, leaning forward until they nearly bumped foreheads, “that’s some heavy mako shit you’ve got going on there. Cloud once told me I get this purple glint in my eyes when the light catches them right, but dude, that’s some fucking awesome effects you’ve got.”
The stranger blinked, looking surprised as though he wasn’t used to people admiring his eyes, before the most evil smile Zack had ever seen crossed thin lips (and he’d some pretty evil smiles, mostly from a certain crazy General).
“Interesting, isn’t it?” the stranger purred, leaning forward a few more centimeters to run his long, bifurcated tongue along the curve of Zack’s ear.
10. Jacket + Jackdaw
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Sephiroth/Lazard
For: white_jenna
Jacket
Jackets could really be quite frustrating, especially when they were three feet longer than they had to be and the owner insisted on wearing it everywhere. The thought had crossed Lazard’s mind more than once that perhaps he should insist Sephiroth stick to company dress code, but then the man would smirk and let that damn leather jacket slide off his broad shoulders and really, maybe Lazard was being too hasty in judging other people’s taste in clothing.
Jackdaw
One might almost think you were a jackdaw, to become the director of SOLDIER, Tseng once murmured to Lazard. Sephiroth, the only other person in the room, had frowned minutely in confusion, but Lazard just smiled thinly. Please tell the President that I will present my annual report within the week.
After the Turk left, Sephiroth allowed his frown to be more visible as he walked slowly, purposefully, towards the director. He’s a dangerous man. His loyalties are unpredictable.
Not so unpredictable, once you understand them. Lazard reached up and drew Sephiroth down to meet his lips. The General tasted like the cold fire of mako. All of his SOLDIERs reflected the shine of mako to some degree, but the three Generals and their puppy were as vibrant and varied as the materia they equipped. Sephiroth, however, was the most brilliant of them all.
His hand tightened briefly in Sephiroth’s silver hair. Possessively. A dangerous inclination in a company that could alter the very soul of their people, he knew with cynical amusement as Sephiroth pulled away with lidded cat-slit eyes. Loving people you couldn’t keep could be very dangerous for everyone involved—he knew it was only a matter of time before their brilliance turned dark.
11. Kinesics
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Zack/Cloud
For: caddieneko
Cloud arched against him with a soft gasp, tilting his head back and giving Zack the chance to lick a long line up the boy’s neck. They moved together with slow, languid movements, Cloud spread over Zack’s lap and moving so carefully that the SOLDIER was able to feel every flex, each inch of skin sliding against his own. It was dark because it was after curfew and if an underage cadet were discovered in Zack Fair’s dormitory—well. But the faint glow of the materia bangle on the bedside table cast quiet light over Cloud’s body, softening sharp angles and the sharper edge of cynicism almost always hidden just behind the boy’s expression.
Zack kept his hands on bony hips, only just remembering not to do more damage than a few bruises. Cloud rolled his pelvis, smiled with shy amusement when Zack nearly choked. His hands were tangled in spiky black hair and he pulled a little roughly, forcing Zack’s head back and allowing Cloud to steal a warm, wet kiss.
The SOLDIER hummed happily, nipping at Cloud’s bottom lip at the same time he did that thing with his hips that made the blond moan low in his throat. The lazy, unending movements, the unhurried touches and embraces and the rare smile on Cloud’s face made Zack feel like he’d found a piece of the Promised Land—as though he were caught in a single moment in which nothing mattered but them and if only he could get a little closer, a little deeper, then it’d never end. He wanted to crawl inside Cloud’s pale skin and curl close to that fragile, noble heart so that the two of them would always move together as a single entity.
12. Lunch
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Zack/Aeris
For: lady_androgene
“Did you have a good time?” Cloud asked when Zack got back to the barracks.
Zack grinned broadly. “Yep. She made me lunch.”
The cadet’s envy at a home-cooked meal was obvious. “What’d you eat?”
Somehow, Zack didn’t think that Cloud wanted to know what he’d really eaten.
13. Manipulation
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Rufus/Reno/Cloud
For: amaterashu
Cloud liked powerful men. He had never really grown out of the undersized teenage body that Hojo had frozen him into and people were too easily deceived by appearances. Rufus was making the same mistake that Sephiroth had made, believing that Cloud was powerless when he was on his knees or flat on his back, and the new president of the world would smile ruthlessly when he tightened his hand in Cloud’s hair.
Reno was the only one that hadn’t ever been fooled. When Cloud was on his hands and knees, Reno’s cock in his mouth and Rufus fucking him from behind, blue eyes would meet green and both would smirk. You’re a sick fuck, Reno’s would say, and Cloud’s would be in agreement.
But Reno understood the dangers that came with being the pretty kind, the kind that stronger people liked to hurt. His response had been in the form of a nightstick and a rumpled suit; Cloud’s was in letting those people think they had won before tearing the world from beneath their feet. Sephiroth had made that mistake, and then Ultima had been driven through his chest.
Cloud liked powerful men, and Rufus had allowed his belief of being untouchable to become his vulnerability.
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Date: 2008-09-01 07:38 am (UTC)i hope you don't mind if i add you so i can keep myself updated! thank you for the awesomeness. ;)
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Date: 2011-05-17 11:41 pm (UTC)Rereading this made me really happy because I adore your Zack/Cloud characterization
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Date: 2011-06-05 08:03 pm (UTC)And no problem. Thanks for the prompt. :D