A Writers Journey

FFVII/FFVIII crossover: Mercenaries

2008-10-15T15:37:45Z

Title: Mercenaries
Author: wheatear
Fandoms: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children / Final Fantasy VIII
Rating: T
Word count: Completed at around 150,000
Pairings: Cloud/Tifa, Squall/Rinoa, Irvine/Selphie
Warnings: Violence, strong language.
Summary: When Cloud Strife is taken to Galbadia, he is forced into a job he swore never to do again. His mission? To assassinate Sorceress Rinoa. Squall won't be pleased about that...

X-posted.

Mercenaries

ff7writer @ 2008-10-08T20:06:00

2008-10-09T00:07:59Z

Title: Plagued
Author: rainbowserenity
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Zack/Cloud
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns my soul.
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff
Summary: SOLDIERs should be able to handle anything without complaint - except colds, where it's perfectly acceptable for them to turn into big ol' babies.
A/N: Dedicated to the fantabulous halfmoon_dark because pneumonia sucks. T_T BUT CLACK MAKES IT BETTER. ♥

(Ohhh Planet, just take me now! The plague! The plague has consumed me!)

Crossposted everywhere, sorry if it eats your F-list! ^^;

ff7writer @ 2008-10-04T16:42:00

2008-10-04T20:43:50Z

Title: Orange You Glad
Author: rainbowserenity
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Claim: Zack/Cloud
Prompt Set: Orange
Prompt: 3 - Oranges
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: Boy lovin'
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII because Squeenix owns my soul.
Summary: Cloud wasn't really much for that crazy orange toothpaste, but if Zack loved it, he'd totally deal.
A/N:

(Zack wouldn’t have any of that, especially since he hadn’t made out with Cloud for nearly eight hours now. Oh, the horror.)

ff7writer @ 2008-09-29T18:41:00

2008-09-29T22:42:47Z

Title: The Panic Café - Chapter 3
Authors: halfmoon_dark/rainbowserenity
Pairings: Zack/Cloud, Sephiroth/Genesis
Rating: T right now, eventual M
Warnings: Blood, character death, eventual mansex
Disclaimer: Squeenix owwwns the character sooouls.
Summary: It's dangerous for mortals in the Panic Café, but thanks to a certain vampire, Cloud just can't keep away.
A/N: This is based off an an RP the two of us are doing, and we thought it was just too hot not to share in fic form. ;D Omnomnomn.

I don’t know what it is about your blood that’s making me forget all of the morals I’ve held for the past thousand years, and it’s driving me insane!

Crossposted everywhere, sorry if it eats your F-list! ^^;

ff7writer @ 2008-09-21T13:17:00

2008-09-21T17:19:04Z

Title: Sense
Author: rainbowserenity
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Sephiroth/Genesis
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns my soul.
Warnings: Man love, and uh...naked Zack?
Summary: Even though it was probably a good thing in the long run that Zack happened to overhear a certain something about someone, it was not good for Genesis' senses. Or anyone's, really.
A/N: Gift for the awesomesauce halfmoon_dark since she's been blah lately. *glomp* GENEROTH MAKES EVERYTHING BAD GO AWAY. :D

(Why in the Goddess’s name would that puppy know anything?)

Crossposted everywhere, sorry if it eats your F-list! ^^;

ff7writer @ 2008-08-28T12:10:00

2008-08-28T16:10:21Z

Title: Circle Yes or No
Author: rainbowserenity
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Zack/Cloud
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Squeenix owns my soul.
Warnings: Boy love, if that’s even really a warning.
Summary: Life usually doesn’t come in the form of yes or no questions, but does Zack care? Pffft, heck no.
A/N: Gift for the awesome fantasia0829’s birthday! ♥ Happy Birthday dear, and I hope it’s a fabulous one! :D

(Do you like me? Circle YES or NO.)

Crossposted everywhere, sorry if it eats your F-list! ♥

Always

2008-08-24T00:10:45Z

Author: Ex-Why-Zwee of thatnobodygrrl
Title: Always
Rating: nc-17 for violence and non-con
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud
Summary: Always, always for you... Cloud...
x-posted to ff7yaoi

“You ran awaqy from me, pet.” Cloud is bloodied and dizzy. He cannot feel his arms or his legs, and the surrounding darkness is too heavy for him to see through.

“You hurt me.” His captor whispers into his ear. That voice, so familiar, so mocking. If not for the cloth tied tightly into his mouth, he would demand to be released. As it is, he can only snarl angrily.

“I’m going to break you, pet.” A hand strokes blond spikes tenderly.

“So you won’t be able to run away again.” The first blow comes from behind. He hears more than feels the bone in his forearm break. The sickening snap as his limb becomes useless to him. His arms are chained to the wall above him, his legs to the ground below. His head hangs down, eyes closed.

“Isn’t that what you want?” His other arm foes nextm accompanied by a hard punch to his jaw.

“Yes, I’ll take care of you, pet.” The loving strokes become a harsh pull as Cloud is forced to look into the mad eyes of his assailant. Eerie blue and green, with black slits for pupils. He feels the pain finally, as two of his ribs give to the man’s boot.

“You know I love you, pet.” A hand strokes Cloud’s broken jaw, making him wince in pain. They draw back dripping with blood.

“You know I love you, Cloud.” It’s been far too long since that man had last used his name, and the memories it brings back are crushing, and suffocating.

“You’ll never leave my side again, will you, Cloud?” The toe of the boot connects with his knee, shattering it.

“I missed you, Cloud.” His other knee gives, and the face dangerously close to his glistens with tears. His words drip sincerity.

“Why would you hurt me, Cloud?” And loneliness.

“Why, Cloud?” His body is being released, but in its battered state collapses to the ground. Cloud’s broken arms are useless to absorb the impact of the fall, and his head hits the ground making his vision go momentarily black.

“All I ever did was care for you, Cloud.” The knife trailing down his back cuts only deep enough to tear his clothes and cut a thin line of blood across his scarred skin.

“All I ever did was love you, Cloud.” His remaining clothing is torn away, until he lies there on the cold ground, naked, broken, and bleeding.

“All I ever did was need you, Cloud.” The man thrusts into him violently, and somehow his body still has it in him to cry out in hurt.

“Yes, Cloud, don’t you see how I care for you?” He continues the merciless pounding, and with every thrust, Cloud feels himself tearing apart.

“Don’t you see how I long for you?” He bleeds.

“Don’t you see how I adore you?” Nails scrape down his back, and Cloud retains barely enough consciousness to wonder why – above all things – does he feel that?

“Don’t you see, Cloud?” The man cums deep inside him, and Cloud feels the disgusting liquid trickle out of his broken body. The man pulls himself out and away sharply, causing a fresh explosion of pain. Cloud screws his eyes up in anguish, and cries out. Tears stream freely down his cheeks now as well.

“It’s all for you!” Cloud can see him better now; his eyes have adjusted to the darkness of the room. There he stands, still magnificent in all his crazed, shattered glory. The broken general, the broken man.

“Everything for you, Cloud!” Sephiroth.

“Always, always for you… Cloud…” Cloud wonders fleetingly – before succumbing to the darkness in his head – which one of them is worse off? Perhaps they fit each other perfectly. Perhaps they deserve each other.

FFVII Aftermath RP

2008-08-01T06:59:39Z

*A FFVII FANDOM RP*
COMING SOON

I'm currently looking for a second on the management team, before this awesome new RP can begin. If you think you can contribute great ideas, give regular input and are excited to be part of our dynamic team in the role of this community's Assistant Manager, please fill out

Name:
Age:
Website / journal:
Email:
Who is your fav FF VII Character and why?
Do u plan on participating as a character in this community?
What qualities do u think you can bring to the management team?
How good is your final fantasy VII knowledge?
Any special skills (artistic, HTML etc)?
Have you had any other RP experience?
Explain your personality:

and email it to: carmall_d@hotmail.com

[fic] Harrow Children: Prologue and Part the First

2008-07-30T16:59:40Z

Title: Harrow Children
Author: joudama
Fandom: FF7 (Advent Children)
Rating: PG to R, worksafe
Warnings: AU. Also, epic.
Word count: 18,626
Status: 1/4
Summary: The line between the quick and the dead is thin and blurred, and some fragments of memories live on past death.
Prompt: Zack lives!Advent Children AU.
A/N: Blame chibirisuchan for this. It's all her fault. Zack Fair is NOT plug and play, and this has turned into a monster. :D

Harrow Children
(link goes to my fic journal)

X-posted

[fic] Ein Sof: Hod

2008-07-09T22:59:59Z

Title: Hod
Author: joudama
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 (Crisis Core)
Rating: worksafe, yes; brainsafe, maybe
Warnings: Imagery from Jewish mysticism. Trust me, that has to be warned for. Hooboy.
Word count: 884
Summary: He was the good one no matter what, it seemed.
Prompt: Angeal: Good Guy - He was the good one, no matter what, it seemed.
A/N (short version): This is the latest in a series of stand-alone short fic that are based on the Tree of Life in the Kabbalah. Each character corresponds with a different sefira on the Tree of Life, and this is Angeal's.

Hod: Majesty

x-posted

[Fanfiction] FFVII:CC - Trichology

2008-07-06T01:32:00Z

Title: Trichology
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Characters: Sephiroth, Angeal, Genesis, Hojo.
Prompt: Table Eight - Shave
Word Count: 2292
Rating: PG-13
Summary: No-one ever asked him why he had such an unusual length of hair, to be honest, Sephiroth wasn't entirely sure himself. Some memories and scenes from the general's life involving his hair.
Disclaimer: All to Square Enix.

Notes: I'm a bigtime fan of Sephiroth, not just the 'eee, so pretty!' type of fan ~~I think...~~, but I really think he's one of the most interesting characters to be spawned from SE. He's a real gift and challenge for me to write, I don't usually cope well with the 'socially weird, unloved as child' characters. I still strongly disagree that he's a sociopath, after playing CC you can see just how well...normal in a troubled way he was TBH (PRE-CRAZINESS, obviously!), but obviously not raised to be a social butterfly or anything of the sort. He's badass and clever as hell, but easily stuck in terms of human relationships. AH! I hope I've done some of his complexity justice and I would really appreciate some concrit from Sephiroth sleuths, don't expect me not to debate back my beliefs on his persona though.

Also, big thank you to bambibimbo82 for betaing!

“Not having any hair on your face or body. You have enough on your head as it is.” Sephiroth smiled a little.

Fic table can be found here!

[fic] Oedipus Tyrannus

2008-06-16T03:50:27Z

Title: Oedipus Tyrannus
Author: joudama
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Rating: PG
Warnings, A/N: ...Jenova. Jenova's BAD TOUCH. This was written for a drabble challenge, but it kind of grew.
Word count: 1,689
Summary: He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand at all.
Prompt: Sephiroth's intimacy complex.

Oedipus Tyrannus
(link goes to my writing journal)

ff7writer @ 2008-05-08T10:51:00

2008-05-08T14:56:07Z

Title: Defy the Gods
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Multiple
Pairing: Multiple (in future chapters)
Rating: T for mild violence, language and suggestive themes (future chapters)
Word Count: In-Progress
Summary: While Cloud and co. struggle to deal with a planet that is rapidly turning to waste, Aerith and the other Cetra are trying to understand a mysterious illness that is plaguing the souls of the Lifestream. A bold decision will change their lives forever.
Author's Notes: My first 'serious' multi-chap so please review!

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ffvii fic ;; hands and wheat and corn

2008-03-30T01:38:31Z

hands and wheat and corn

final fantasy vii
a cloud au | pg

"If Cloud Strife had never left for SOLDIER."

(fic) The Things You Never Knew About People

2008-03-01T21:46:58Z

Hi! I'm new here--I just found this ljcomm yesterday. :D

Title: The Things You Never Knew About People
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Reno
Rating: PG to R, for violence and lots of bad words
Status: 8/14 chapters complete
Summary: It was amazing, the things you never knew about people. Rude has a sweet tooth. Elena likes B-grade horror movies. And Reno? Well, Reno is a rather cunning linguist.
Author's Notes: This is an incredibly massive Reno back story fic that, I'll be honest, I am having an absolute blast writing, because eight-year-old!Reno and fifteen-year-old!Reno are just fun to write. The format of the fic is alternating chapters: odd chapters are pre-game (roughly a little bit before and around the same time as Crisis Core), even chapters are back story. Since it's back story, there are OCs.
Concrit: Yes, plz.

The Things You Never Knew About People

(link goes to chapter list page)

ff7writer @ 2008-02-29T15:02:00

2008-02-29T20:09:09Z

Title: Newspapers and Pillows
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Tifa Lockheart/Vincent Valentine
Pairing: Vincent/Tifa
Rating: PG-13 for mild suggestive themes.
Word Count: 405 (a shorty)
Summary: Tifa tries to get a reaction out of Vincent on his birthday.
Author's Notes: My first attempt at a Vinti, though I've been a fan for a long time. Reviews/Critiques appreciated. Also, I use the 'old school' spellings of the character's names. Sorry if that bothers anyone. Oh yeah, all characters belong to SquareEnix, not me, and I don't make any profit for using them as I wish. :D

EDIT: Thanks going out to my friend Hoff who helped me with the HTML code. I hope it reads better now.

She eyed herself critically in the bathroom of his small, one bedroom apartment. She wasn’t sure about the color, was it too much red? Did he even like red? She couldn’t remember. He wore it, but that didn’t mean anything to a man like him. She doubted it would be, or rather hoped, that it wasn’t the color he noticed. They’d been together long enough for this sort of thing, hadn’t they? Was three months really that long though? Now she was doubting herself and realizing just how much the little number she had on didn’t leave to the imagination.

She suddenly felt like a floozy in a bad porno.

“No…no. Don’t do this,” she chastised herself.

She already had the damn thing on and it was his birthday, after all. But did his birthday even matter to him? It wasn’t like he aged. The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed he wouldn’t remember or care that it was.

“Just open the door and walk out there.” How hard could it be? Why did she have to doubt herself like this?

All she had really been hoping for was a reaction. ANY kind of reaction would have done. Vincent wasn’t the most expressive guy she’d ever met, but when he DID react, she knew it was only after something deeply affected him. What she hadn’t anticipated was exactly how ‘deeply’ he would be affected.

He was lounging on the bed, reading a newspaper when she came into view. When she finally caught his attention, he merely stared at her. Didn’t say anything, didn’t move, he didn’t respond at all.

As each agonizing second ticked by she began to feel more and more foolish. What exactly had she been thinking?

A mocking, sing-songy voice chimed in her head,

Bad idea…bad idea…bad idea…

Then, calm as ever, he put his newspaper down on the nightstand, grabbed a pillow next to him and delicately placed it over his lap.

She stood there dumbstruck for only a second before the implications of his actions hit home. Her mouth popped open, forming an ‘o’ shape. Now it was her turn to stare.

“…Vi…Vincent…?”

Oh Gods, say something, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Unfortunately for Tifa, when it came to awkward situations, her brain would sort of fizzle out, discarding tact along the way. Her subsequent attempt at recovery was lame at best, a complete failure at worst.

“Happy…erm…Birthday?”

Author's Note: The ending is kinda' lame. I'm really bad with them, so if any of you have a better suggestion or idea, feel free to let me know. :D

Kissing Tifa Lockheart

2008-02-29T19:54:59Z

Title: Kissing Tifa Lockheart
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Reno
Pairing: Reno/Tifa
Rating: PG-13 for the F-bomb :O
Word Count: 363 (a shorty)
Summary: A 'morning after' story from Reno's POV. A drunk Reno tries to kiss Tifa.
Authors Note: This was my first attempt at a RenoxTifa. Reviews/Critiques appreciated. Also, I use the 'old school' spellings of the FFVII character's names. Sorry if that bothers anyone. :B

He glanced at the clock, only vaguely registering the time was well past noon. He tossed a pillow over his head attempting to block out the rays of sun that flirted in and out of his drab curtains. From beneath his pillow he grimaced, memories of the night prior eagerly displayed before him, stripping him of the momentary peace he‘d been offered by sleep.

Throwing a leg off of his trampled bed, he resigned to waking up. Now that his mind had come back to him there was no point in pretending to sleep. He took the pillow off his face, noticing the familiar blue material over his arm. He must have slept in his uniform.

Lazily he sat up only to be assaulted by a headache reminding him he’d drunk way too much last night.

“Fuck.” he mumbled to no one.

Gripping the side of his nightstand he challenged his body to stand upright, which to his amazement gave little protest. He walked slowly to the small bathroom adjacent to his bedroom. Kicking some bottles out of the way, he looked into the mirror. Indeed the proof of his misdeeds stared back at him behind two black eyes, a fat lip, and a rather nasty looking cut on his cheek. He smirked shaking his head. What in God’s name had he been thinking?

“You really got in over your head on this one ol’ buddy.” he chastised the man in the mirror.

His mind prompted a shower and he complied.

The hot stream of water felt heavenly against the bruises and cuts that were hidden beneath his now discarded uniform. He hadn’t failed to notice the red tint of the water trickling down the drain. Images of just hours ago came, begging to be dealt with while he relished the temporary relief the water brought.

He had been a fool last night. He’d known what was going to happen all along and yet he’d gone forth anyway, damn the consequences. Even as his pain made him question if it was all worth it, his ego assured himself that indeed, kissing Tifa Lockheart, just once, was worth all the bruises in the world.

Fic: Injuries and Promises

2008-02-28T08:59:27Z

Title: Injuries and Promises
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: 24 - Good Night
Rating: PG-13 (Sexual content and language)
Characters: Yuffie Kisaragi & Vincent Valentine
Pairing: Yuffentine [Yuffie x Vincent]
Word Count:1547
Summary: Yuffie is injured in battle. Vincent shows up to take care of her.
Disclaimer: I am still me. Tetsuya Nomura is still himself. And I still don't own any rights to any of the Final Fantasy games, let alone the masterpiece that is FFVII. Therefore, this is still just fanfiction and not cannon (though if you want to count it as cannon, then by all means I won't stop you!)
Warning: This chapter does have reference to sex. Nothing too graphic, but there is a bit of sexual content. If you're not into reading that sort of thing, then I suggest you skip this installment. You've been warned, so no complaints.

( Yuffie Kisaragi had had a bad day… )

Fic: Silence, for 30_kisses [Yuffentine]

2008-02-27T09:27:56Z

Title: Silence
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: 23 - Candy
Characters: Yuffie Kisaragi, Vincent Valentine
Pairing: Yuffie/Vincent
Rating: PG
Word Count:
Summary: She popped one of the sugary sweets into her mouth, giving one the stoic man no time to be thankful for the silence as the crunch of the hard candy was heard.
Disclaimer: I am just a poor girl trying to make ends meet. I have never worked for Square Enix. Tetsuya Nomura is my hero, and I worship him. As such, no profits are made from these stories.
Authors Note: Sorry for the wait everyone. I know it’s been forever since I’ve been around, but as a way for apologizing for my slowness, I’ve decided I’m going to attempt to do all lists that are currently up for the 30 kisses challenges. I’ll do each list together, meaning the first one – the original will be completed first before I start on a new list. All the drabbles and one-shots will be kept here, as usual. In total, that means if all goes well and inspiration keeps supplying her gifts (and my muses cooperate properly) you’ll get 330 drabbles/one shots to enjoy, as opposed to only 30. Yes, I know… I am a bit insane and I’ll try my hardest to get through the lists with little delays. Wish me luck.

Anyways, this installment is rather short, just a little drabble I had in mind for our favourite ship. :D The inspiration for this actually came from this fan art. A little bit of the prior arts before that too, however I did take the liberty of adding my twists and what not, while keeping in mind the theme. :D Enjoy! As always, Feedback/Reviews = LOVE!

( "Vinnie, you really need to lighten up some, you know…" )

How Not to Catch a Chocobo, gen

2008-02-23T10:08:03Z

Title: How Not to Catch a Chocobo
Author: lunatoic
Rating: PG for language.
Characters: Cloud, Yuffie, Tifa
Excerpt:
Yuffie scowled some more.

"You look like a marshmallow," she said.
Notes: All from experience.

( Under the fake cut )

[FIC] "The Tower"

2008-02-11T03:53:20Z

Title: The Tower
Author: WriterZilch
Rating: PG-13 for blood and violence.
Summary: Which way is up? The world shudders again, and he wants to scream. Where are his Turks?
Notes: Written while watching Advent Children.

(The Tower)

[FIC] "Wine and Daring" (Rude/Elena)

2008-02-08T21:12:03Z

Hi! I'm new and stuff. I figure fic is a good way to introduce myself, yeah?

Wrote this in my head last night, and told myself that if I still remembered it in the morning it'd be worth writing down. Well, my eyes popped open at quarter after ten and I was sitting in my computer chair before I even thought of breakfast, so I guess it was worth it. This is total unrepentant PWP. It's also probably the best het-smut I've ever done, to put it modestly.

Written because 1)Rude is fucking HOT, and 2)Elena is awesome and needs more love.

Title: Wine and Daring
Author: thewriter0
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When she hands him a glass of wine there's a challenge in her eyes, and Rude's pretty sure it's not a shooting match she's here for.
Notes: I somehow blame homasse. She didn't prompt this, but she DOES get me thinking about fandom again, and when I converse about fandom it gets the writing-juices flowing. Enjoy!

(Wine and Daring)

FF7+SC: Fragment

2008-02-01T21:25:45Z

Hope you guys don't mind a not-so-wacky crossover! Soul Caliber's number not specified because I'm not sure, exactly, when it occurs in the SC timeline. ._.

Title: Fragment
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII, Soul Caliber
Disclaimer: Neither FF7 nor Soul Caliber belong to me. No profit is being made from fanfic.
Rating: work-safe
Summary: When ninjas meet.

Little Yuffie of barely thirteen skipped into the courtyard, and was just heading for the exit, when she stopped, sensing a strange and not altogether friendly aura in the air.

Slowly, she walked two steps left, and, spotting a glint on the ground, picked it up.

The first thing she noticed, of course, was that it wasn't materia. It was some kind of metal, exerting some kind of energy that made her want to run the hell away from it, and yet at the same time, it made her an addictingly kind of dizzy, so that even as her mind told itself to fling the thing away, her body didn't obey.

"I'll have that."

Yuffie whirled around as a tall, intimidating figure walked into view.

Ninja. It was obvious enough to Yuffie, who'd spent her life among them.

"Who are you?" she asked, fingers curling around the fragment.

"That is none of your concern." The woman stepped forward, Yuffie stepped back. "Give me the fragment."

"Why should I?" Yuffie responded, readying the magics for 4-Pointed Shuriken. "I found it."

The woman came forward again, and frowned as Yuffie edged back, eye on the distance between them, "It must be destroyed."

Yuffie gave the woman a sly grin, "Is it valuable?"

The woman's frown deepened, which was all the answer Yuffie needed. 4-Point Shuriken dropped into her hand as Yuffie stowed the fragment into a pocket, "Come and get it, then."

The woman gave her a disbelieving glance, before drawing the blade at her neck, "Very well then."

The woman had drawn the sword slowly, so Yuffie was caught off guard when the woman suddenly appeared in her face. She only just barely managed to raise her shuriken to block the strike.

Sh—

Turned into another block, as the woman shifted smoothly into another strike, wielding the ninjaken with a grace that Yuffie could barely see.

Blocked another strike with one hand and rapidly threw a lick of flame at her opponent; Fire materia was all she had equipped.

The woman only sliced through the magic as if it had been a physical projectile, and Yuffie took that very brief moment to try to land a hit.

It was blocked, and with enough force to send her reeling a few steps backward.

Yuffie threw the shuriken to turn the stumble into a flip as she sensed the woman drawing close, and she heard a clang of metal that suggested the woman had stopped her advance to block Yuufie's weapon.

That wasn't in fact, what the woman had done, as Yuffie learned a few seconds later, flat on her back, looking up at the point of a ninjaken.

She blocked it while still moving forward—

The ninjaken moved, and Yuffie closed her eyes and turned her head away.

Shiiiiiiiink.

Yuffie looked up at the needless and deliberate noise the weapon had made, to find the woman had drawn her weapon, "You don't really want that fragment."

Yuffie winced, "No."

"Give it to me."

Yuffie put the fragment into the woman's outstretched hand glumly, but without comment.

The woman turned to leave, but not more than a few steps away, she hesitated, and turned back, "What's your name?"

She'll know if I lie… "Yuffie."

"I'm Taki." The woman threw a smirk over her shoulder, "Catch up to me."

And before Yuffie could properly process that, the woman was gone.

Nothing Else

2008-01-17T16:52:59Z

Hello there! :D

I had to play with some things in the fic; Aerith is ~~a water goddess~~ associated with water, not wind, but ignore that, please! Ahahahaha

Title: Nothing Else
Fandom: FFVII. Timeline-wise, a little after Dirge.
Disclaimer: FFVII and its affiliated works do not belong to me. No profit is being made from fanfic.
Rating: Work-safe
Pairing(s): Yuffie/Shalua
Summary: Even Yuffie gets depressed? Shock.
Concrit: Please.

Yuffie moves forward because there is nothing else to do. Shrinra has fallen, in so many ways; Wutai was beginning its slow recovery and restoration, she doesn't need to collect materia anymore.

And yet there seems nothing she can do, because the group is broken up, they aren't needed to save the world. Shalua—her beautiful, beautiful Shalua, like the raging sea, like the endless sky, like a delicate flower with so many thorns—is gone, WRO is getting along fine without her, and Yuffie is tired.

She doesn't cry at the funeral, only stares at the coffin holding someone who in life had reminded her of her Shalua, the sister of her one love who had decided on her own to let go and return to the planet.

Shelke is just one more loss among many.

The man she would later know as Zack. Aerith. Shalua.

Yuffie gets up, puts a hand on Vincent's shoulder, who is also not crying but staring at the coffin with a non-expression that Yuffie wants to erase, but didn't know how and so she just pats his shoulder and walks away.

---

Cloud finds her on a ledge, far above what a normal person would dare to tread. He stops as he sees her, and he knows she is aware of him, but he does not know what to say, or really, what he had been doing here. He had been lead by the wind, the scent of flowers showing him a trail.

He stands there awkwardly, and is about to apologize and leave, when he sees her tears, and the wind nudges him forward, bringing him the image of a woman who looks like the girl Vincent had taken in.

Understanding is like a little flash in his brain, and he is unused to it because he is not one who comforts, or who people seek out for comfort. But he steps forward anyway, and when he sees her face clearly, it is like looking into a tiny reflection.

"It...hurts..." he begins, pretty sure that it's the entirely wrong thing to say, and sure enough, Yuffie snorts, and says, "You're a genius," which is what he isn't used to coming from her.

He remembers that Yuffie had been very young when he'd met her and she'd joined up with his merry little band, and he has to silently hush the scent of flowers, to cease the flow of memories that came rushing at him.

In all the time he has known her, Yuffie has been unfailingly cheerful, and a little giddy, and a little hyper, and always energetic. But all children, all teenagers have to grow up sometime, and he wonders if everything that has happened is just now catching up to her.

Cloud thinks he may know the feeling a little, so he sits precariously next to her, and searches his memory for the name—"Shalua."

He notices the jerk of her hands and the tensioning of her shoulders because she has been still for such a long time, and for all he's been through he's still a fighter, and he knows that she notices but she doesn't say anything.

"Shalua Rui," he says again, and it is like an avalanche; her face contorts, and twists, and she quickly looks away, but not before he notices, and something clicks in his mind because the scent of flowers is crawling all up his arms and back, and he thinks he knows, now.

"She was..." and then decides he doesn't need to say any more, because he would be completely insensitive if he didn't see Yuffie's shoulders shaking and the almost inaudible sobs that are reaching his ears.

He helplessly looks away, and listens to her for almost a minute while the flowers scratch at his arms, before they give him a violent shove in Yuffie's direction. He stares into the air incredulously, but the flowers increase their insistent scratching, and he swallows a sigh, and shifts to move closer.

His touch on her shoulder seems to be the last dam, as she unexpectedly turns and buries her face in his shoulder, and he holds her awkwardly, trying his best to resist the urge to shove her away, because he is unused to contact, and even Tifa knows not to touch him so suddenly.

But he hears something like a soft sigh, and wonderingly, he finds himself relaxing, ghostly, invisible touches rest on his muscles, in a way he hadn't done for years, not since—

He stops himself from going further along that line of thought, because it hurts, and it reminds him all over again why he's holding a wailing Yuffie in his arms.

So when Yuffie's tears subside, he twitches his hand a little, to get her attention, and when she shifts a little in response, he says softly, "Make your own purpose."

Because he knows very much what it is like, to be left behind, but the living must go on living, especially if they have people waiting for them.

The scent of flowers gently caresses his face, and there is a ghostly pressure on his shoulder, like a clap on the back, as if Aerith and Zack agree, approve, and he has to stare unblinking into the distance but Yuffie notices, and holds him like he has done for her a moment before.

x-posted to ffyaoi

Strom Romp an S/C fic

2008-01-13T17:09:29Z

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor am I making any money off this.
Summary: Clouds wakes up in a strange bed. (It more dialog than anything else.)
Warning: Anal, HJ, Language, Oneshot, Oral, Other, Yaoi
Rating: R

The only sound reaching his ears is rain hitting the glass of the picture window of the elegant bedroom he currently occupied. Cloud opens his blue eyes to stair at the empty spot next to him. The pillow shows the signs of recent occupation. He rolls to his back to stretch and grimace from his muscles protesting at the sudden movement.

He relaxes for a moment then forces his body to sit up so he can looked around the room and figure out where exactly he is. The room is simply, yet elegant like something out of one of those extravagant magazines with furniture costing a few thousand dollars.
The carpet is a cream color to go with dark tan Celtic design printed wallpapered walls with a Gothic style molding running around the ceiling and floor. The bed is a canopy with a red, shear lacy style curtain around it. The curtain on his side had been pulled back and tied to the post so that what little light shines in.

The bedspread is white, standard issue to be exact. “Oh shit.” He scrambles out of bed, tripping over discarded cloths and shoes before finding his footing. His eyes open wide in shock once he spots the only chair in the room covered in a long black trench coat.

“Finally awake?” the smooth baritone voice spins Cloud around to see the man leaning in the doorway in black drawstring pants and a cup of hot coffee in hand. Blue eyes blink while his blond head shakes.
“This not real.”
“Oh it is.” Sephiroth answers while walking over to his plain dresser to set the steaming cup down. “Come no, you can’t deny what is right in front of you.”

True Cloud could not deny what stood right in front of him, or could he deny the fact he stood naked as the day he was born in front of the one man he did not want to be. “This all just a misunderstanding.” The blond argued.

“Sure.” Sephiroth says while walking toward the blond with determination. “Keep telling your self that.” He griped Cloud’s spike blond hair roughly to force his head back to observe the love bits running down his neck. “No one else will believe you.” He shoved Cloud away to reclaim his hot coffee and sit in the chair.

Cloud caught his footing, “Why am I here?” his anger slowly surfacing.
Sephiroth arched a perfect eyebrow, “I should be asking you.” He takes another sip of his coffee. Cloud looks around for his pants and snatches them up to jerk on. “How am I supposed to answer that when I don’t remember what I did last night?”
Sephiroth slightly smiled, “I’m sure your body can tell you one thing you did.” Cloud had to admit he had him there. His muscles ached a lot, even ones he hardly ever used.

He busied him self with finding the rest of his cloths, “I’ll be out of here soon.” He told the man as he striating out his blue uniform shirt. “I think not.” Cloud stiffened at the voice so close to his ear, at the feel of some one much taller pressing into his back and a finger circling his navel. “I am fare from through with you.”
Sephiroth spun Cloud around to jerk his head back by his hair and suck on the side of his neck until Cloud begged for him to stop.

“You dared to disturb me last night.” Sephiroth whispered in his ear before running his tongue around the earlobe, sucking the small silver stud in Clouds ear.

Cloud blinks remember that, and planning to beat the shit out ever one of the pricks that dared him. “It angered me at first.” He let the ear alone to take over Cloud’s slightly parted lips and force his tongue down the blond’s throat. Cloud kissed back trying to get more of the appendage, he did not know why he acted the way he did, but he really did not care now.

Sephiroth moved his hands down the bar back to squeeze Cloud’s rear receiving a groan for his effort. Pulling the smaller body hard against him while thrusting forward left no secret what he wanted from Cloud.

Cloud ran his hands through Sephiroth’s hair to grip the back of his head to add more force to the kiss until they both had part to take gulps of air into their lungs. “Fuck” Cloud said when Sephiroth tighten his grip, “There be burses for sure.”

Sephiroth smiled, “Good” he let go to drag Cloud to the bed and throw on the rumpled sheets before kicking his pants off and joining the blond. Cloud flipped over to look up at the silver haired warrior while Sephiroth’s long fingers made quick work of undoing Clouds pants and pulling them off.

“Now I’m just amused.” Sephiroth said while bending down to suck on Cloud’s navel until it turned red then slid his nose down toward Clouds hardening member.

Cloud closes his eyes telling him self to keep breathing. “Relax” Sephiroth tells him before licking the length of Cloud before taking the head in his mouth to suck on. Cloud hollers out and moves his legs unconsciously farther a part for him to get more. Sephiroth smiles as he moves to engulf Cloud and force him to bends his legs so he as full access.

While licking and sucking, he circles Clouds puckered opening that still shows signs of their last night romp. Cloud arches with a moan when the first finger inserts to search out the hidden bundle of nerves. Once found, Sephiroth inserts two more fingers.

Cloud fist the sheets, “I’m…” he never finishes for Sephiroth pulled away to shut him up with a harsh kiss. Gripping one of Clouds thighs, he guides himself until he is past the ring of muscles and lets Cloud’s leg drop.

The rain starts to pick up. Wind rattles the window causing both to look up to watch the glass shudder from the force of the thunder. Lighting dances across the sky revealing their locked forms for a second before casting darkness on them. Sephiroth chuckled before thrusting hard into Cloud making him arch to the point of breaking his back and gasp into his mouth.

He dose not pause to let Cloud a just to his girth, he just rides the boy until he becomes tired with looking at him then he pulls out to flip Cloud to his stomach and reenter.

Cloud fist the sheets while spreading his legs farther apart and pushing into Sephiroth to get him deeper. Sephiroth obliges him, as wells as leaves burses in the form of his fingers on the blond’s hips. Cloud can feel himself coming closer and closer to the edge, “Sephiroth.” His voice is strained.

“Hush.” Sephiroth says while shifting so he can move a hand under Cloud and slide fingers of Clouds weeping member. Cloud whimpers, “Please….” He begs.

Thunder rumbles just as they both tumble head first into release. Cloud takes in gulps of air, but says nothing to the heaver man lying on top of him. He feels Sephiroth barred deep still filling him. After a moment, Sephiroth raises himself to his hands, still barred deep in Cloud.

The storm is slowly dying down. Sun breaks through the dark clouds blinding Sephiroth so he reaches over to release the tie holding the curtain back. Cast into shade the men separate to lie on top of the sheets to rest for a moment before Cloud straddles Sephiroth’s hips, making sure his member is in the cress of his butt. “The field will be muddy.” Cloud says.

Sephiroth cracks open his green eyes to look up at the blond, “All the better.”
The rain falls hard as the thunder and lighting picks up.