Fic or Treat 2014
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twilight_lamentCharacter + Character + Halloween/scary/whathaveyou theme = drabble
If I post it now, I might actually get them all written by next year >_>
Post requests all ye who dare enter here.
If I post it now, I might actually get them all written by next year >_>
Post requests all ye who dare enter here.
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on 2014-08-28 02:42 am (UTC)Alucard and BittyIntegra- Trick or treating
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on 2014-11-01 12:21 pm (UTC)This might be a short a adventure. One last hurrah as a semi-normal kid before she becomes a knight and England's defender against All Things That Go Bump in the Night. Straightening the tie of her red cloak she eyes the vampire/hellhound with a glare.
"Why did I let you talk me into this outfit?" For all the fact that he is a vampire and her Servant, Alucard possesses an amazing ability to talk her into things like sitting on the roof after bedtime and letting him stay sleeping on the end of her bed after she got up.
::It makes more sense for Little Red Riding Hood to have a wolf with her.:: She thinks she'll never get used to hearing the vampire in the back of her head.
"The wolf tries to eat her, not escort her down the street." His laughter rings in the back of her mind and Integra notices that even lacking a few sets of eyes and the height this form could have, people still dive for the other side of the streets at the sight of him. If they only knew just how close the actual monsters really are.
::Maybe she just needed to put a leash on the beast first.:: Alucard still sounded amused which only grew as more and more people tripped over themselves to get out of their way. Well even if this isn’t an entirely normal outing, she can at least try. Candy proves a motivating factor anyway. Integra approaches the first house, bag in hand and a hope that her ‘escort’ doesn’t scare the people inside to death.
Unfortunately just about the time she reaches the steps, the bottom falls out of the sky.
“You must be joking.” Rain splatters against her glasses, blurring her vision of the dark sky above. So much for one last outing as a semi-normal kid.
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on 2014-08-28 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2014-11-01 12:24 pm (UTC)“We’re essentially deserters with a price on our heads and new powers that more or less dictate killing humans to survive and you’re worried about whether or not I have fangs?” Sephiroth quirked a pale brow and awaited an answer that he’s sure he doesn’t want to hear. However his choices are to listen or dump Genesis into the floor. If he does the last, he’ll never hear the end of it.
“They stick out over my lip, which by the way I keep biting my lip, and they’re just –“ he waves one hand in the way he usually reserves for quoting Loveless “-ugly. But you? You can just look at people to create a psychic link and take what you need. Unfair.” Sephiroth snorts.
“I should have guessed this was because you didn’t like the way they looked. I’d apologize that my genetic mutation caused by ShinRa experimentation came out prettier than yours, but I’ll leave that apology for Hollander.” Despite the words, Sephiroth isn’t actually angry. They’re all dealing with this their own way and it’s expected that Genesis would be dramatic about it.
“Not possible, my friend.” Genesis smirks up Sephiroth with a far more predatory bent. “I ate Hollander when he said he couldn’t fix Angeal and I.”
“Genesis… we talked about this. You can’t –“
“I know, I know we have to be careful, can’t leave a trail, and eating people is wrong. However I contend that Hollander and Hojo aren’t people. They’re little trolls who deserve to be eaten if they can’t fix what they did.” Well – Sephiroth can’t really argue that point. He’d like to pop Hojo’s head off of his neck and use the remains for target practice. Genesis sits up and straddles Sephiroth’s lap, arms resting on the Silver SOLDIER’s chest with a grin that’s no less predatory than before.
“Now that you’ve unjustly accused me of murder, I think you owe me a gift, Sephiroth.”
“Oh?” His head tilts sending a silvery wave over his shoulder and Genesis’ arms. Caution comes naturally when Genesis has that tone that means nothing but trouble in his voice.
“Take me hunting, Sephiroth. I’m bored, I’m hungry, and we both know what that means.” It’s a lose-lose situation. Angeal and Zack won’t be back for another week and Angeal is the only one who can effectively make Genesis behave for any length of time without restraining devices and tactics that can’t be found in any SOLDIER manual. “And I know you are too.”
Sephiroth’s eyes narrow. Genesis had somewhat embraced this new version of themselves, Sephiroth though. He hates the sensation, the hunger that he can’t control (and the voice he hears when it gets strong).
“Oh don’t frown at me like that. It’ll be fun, you can do that… mind trick thing so no one has to die and the world is safe for another night from us big, bad monsters.” Genesis says the final words with all due cynicism and that ironically enough goes a long way to soothing Sephiroth’s temper.
“Promise you’ll behave.”
“Promise~” Sephiroth sighs. Maybe no one will die, but Genesis’ idea of behaving didn’t match his own. Still if they wait too long, control won’t be option.
“Fine, but don’t make me regret this.” He barely gets the words out before he’s being kissed with all the fire Genesis is known to have.
“No more regrets, Sephiroth. We all promised.”
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on 2014-08-28 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2014-11-01 12:26 pm (UTC)Folding his hands in his lap, Ukitake waits with the patience a saint would even for one takes up the mantle of ‘relationship’ with the likes of Urahara, patience is required. His audacious partner spins around the corner long before said patience can hope to wear thin with that hat perched atop his head and the fan carefully guarding the shopkeeps face save for gray eyes that spell No Good in both their shape and devious twinkle.
“Tell me this isn’t about reworking the power capabilities of the mod souls again?” Ukitake had in the name of all things good and just tried to distract his lover from the notion that mod souls needed broader personalities and powers to compliment them. His distractions seemed effective at the time but the problem with attempting to distract Kisuke Urahara from anything was that his mind eventually rounded back to whatever idea it was.
“Nope, like I said this is a surprise for you.” Gracefully Ukitake gestures with the air of Captain and the tranquility of a willow tree (while inwardly wondering what may be about to explode). Urahara bows low which bodes more ill as the more elaborate Urahara becomes the more potentially dangerous his surprise. The fan sweeps away, clicking shut before he tucks it away.
Unable to see Urahara’s face, Ukitake holds his breath around a kidou barrier (just in case). Only to blink when the behatted head raises.
“What do you have in your mouth?” Ukitake might have called them fangs except there were too big, pushing Urahara’s lips up. Well at least that explained the need for the fan. However he can’t quite hear his lover’s response due to the…whatever you call them stuck in his mouth. An arched brow prompts their removal and repetition of the explanation.
“Candy fangs. Cherry flavored in fact. Were you or were you not bemoaning the lack of suitably festive gifts this holiday season?” Well perhaps Urahara’s surprises don’t always explode. Sensing no impending chastisement, Urahara takes this opportunity to drop himself into the Captain’s lap and waggle the candy fangs with a grin that would probably look at home on a jack-o-lantern. “Will these meet your expectations?”
Juushirou considers the dangling confection. It does meet his criteria being both seasonally appropriate and candy.
“I’m flattered you went through the trouble, Kisuke, thank you.” And he’s thankful for a relatively tame surprise.
“Good! I had four crates of them delivered to your division office.” The shopkeep responds with a wide expectant grin.
Four crates.
Well still – nothing exploded.
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on 2014-08-28 04:19 pm (UTC)Reno + Rude + first Halloween
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on 2014-11-01 12:27 pm (UTC)It isn’t the question but the leer to go with it that earns him a smack and the sight of Celty typing on her phone.
Why? So people can scream when there’s nothing under the hood?
“Saaaa, Celty-san. It’s Halloween! Nobody would even notice and if you’d let me make you a gigai, that’d solve the problem. Huh. Wonder Woman? Nah. Xena Warrior Prince-“
I don’t trust you to make me a body.
“I was only joking when I said I’d give you double D’s. You know what I think? I think you’re teasing me by withholding the chance to further study Dullahan nature and how to make your power interact successfully with a gigai. That’s just cruel you know.” Urahara adds a pout though he knows Celty to be pretty much immune to them. Still a guy has to try.
“What about She-Ra? We could put a blonde wig on top of – OW – that hurt.” Though it might be the first time anyone has ever hit him with a plastic sword. Rubbing his head, Kisuke redoubles the pout. Unfortunately not having a head means that Celty has the best poker face ever. He does have the distinct impression that she’s rolling her non-existent eyes at him.
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on 2014-11-01 12:29 pm (UTC)****
Guard duty at Rufus’ sucks for the nightshift. Whatever debutant he’s currently banging has the scream of harpy. Reno winces and helps himself to one of the perks of being in Rufus’ apartment: the liquor stash. Tseng never gives Reno shit for drinking on the job since it’ll take more than a bottle to seriously hamper the red-head. He looks over at Rude who stands precisely at his assigned post by the bedroom door.
“Hell man, come have a drink. Chick’s not smart enough to be assassin.” His partner makes a noise that’s agreement but he doesn’t move. Yep way too serious. Reno pours a second glass and saunters over with a gleam in his eyes. People say don’t fuck where you work, but those people don’t know Turks and they sure as hell haven’t caught sight of Rude shirtless. Reno has had that pleasure and wants a lot more of it.
Both of them look when she screams sharp and loud. There’s that split second judgment call of whether or not to break down the door just in case. Rude’s still looking when Reno gives up on the idea and it gives him another. The kind that has him biting his partner’s lower lip to get at a full on lip lock. He expects a lot of things even the shove against a wall that he gets, but not the bite or the leg between his grinding in a way that doesn’t have anything to with stopping.
Well, until he’s left against the wall blinking and wondering if imagined the last couple of seconds.
“Not here.” Nope, didn’t imagine them.
Reno chuckles and down the half empty glass in his hand. Maybe serious isn’t so bad.
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on 2014-08-29 01:14 am (UTC)OR
Halloween is supposed to be a time when spirits can cross more easily over into our world. I'd be really interested in seeing this happen in FFVII, either with the good kind of dead or the bad. Maybe Aeris+Tifa or Aeris x Tifa?
(A note on both of these: I VASTLY prefer original game to the Compilation. I'm not going to be picky about a present, but if you have two equally awesome ideas, I'll be more happy with the non-Compilation one.)
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on 2014-11-01 12:31 pm (UTC)They won. It should feel better and it shouldn’t feel like the world is just as dark as before. Tifa closes her eyes, blinks twice and looks down that the gravel road. She follows it up past the remains of the ShinRa mansion (why hasn’t someone burned that place to the ground?) and into the mountains where wolves howl and the late autumn wind rips down from the mountains.
When she was a child, Nibel wolves scared her. They always howled late into the night; hungry packs roaming the edge of village when the thick snows set in. Hard to be afraid of a wolf pack after facing down Sephiroth in the Northern crater. Tifa has a whole new definition of cold after that trip. She has a whole new definition of pain too. You’d think losing everyone and everything you ever knew in a matter of hours and chasing a madman across the world would ensure a resistance to pain.
Tifa stares into the faint green glow of the Mako fountain and doesn’t fight the tightness in her chest. Everyone thought she mourned Cloud who mourned Zack over bottles of beer when he thought no one else could see. Everyone thought wrong.
“I miss you.” Her finger drags through the green lifeblood of the Planet and contemplates throwing herself in just for the chance. Squeezing her eyes shut, tears can fall freely in an empty cave away from everthing and everyone. No one will ask her what’s wrong or shoot sympathetic looks when she tells them everything is fine.
“You know you can’t be rid of me that easily.” The voice startles her enough to fall back and land hard on the stony floor.
“Aerith?” The name catches on trembling lips and a heart that cracks in two all over again.
“Of course silly, who else would it be?” Tifa watches, not daring to believe when a familiar figure steps up and out of the pool of Mako.
“But… how?” She can’t move; she can barely breathe right around sobs and tears pooling in her eyes. Aerith is dead.
“Because I’m the last Cetra.” There’s that smile – the bright one that’s a little bit sad. The ghost of her friend kneels in front of her, stirring not even the dust. Tifa reaches out desperately only to grab at nothing but light, air, and a little bit of warmth.
“You’re not real.”
“Well, I’m not flesh, but I’m still real.” Ghostly hands frame her cheeks. If she just closes her eyes again, the warmth might be enough to believe.
“I miss you.” She says again – smaller, softer.
“I can stay for a little while.” But Tifa ignores the last words and focuses on the first three. I can stay. With her eyes still closed she can believe the arms that curl around her are solid, that they aren’t in a cave in the ruins of memories, that her first love isn’t a ghost with a sad smile.
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on 2015-01-24 09:14 pm (UTC)This is LOVELY! :3 Thank you!
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on 2014-08-29 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
on 2014-11-01 12:33 pm (UTC)Genesis forgives his Alpha’s ignorance and pats his cheek with a consoling sigh. Zack still holds the rank of ‘younger brother’ in Angeal’s eyes so it’s no surprise that he misses the obvious, just like he’d missed Sephiroth’s obvious crush on Zack ever since the two had met. In fact the question that Angeal asks now isn’t all that dissimilar from the question he’d asked upon seeing their friends cozied up on the dance floor almost a year ago.
“What’s that for? You can’t tell me you expected this too!” After all Genesis had known about Sephiroth’s ever growing affection for Zack even though Sephiroth never said a word about it.
“No, but the answer is pretty obvious.” Genesis is a happily mated Omega; that’s never in question. However that doesn’t mean he can’t look and while Sephiroth might be wearing more leather than any pirate in history, Zack – also in a pirate outfit – wears leather pants very, very well. Which probably explains the placement of Sephiroth’s hand which is not quite on Zack’s ass, but definitely lower than ‘hip level’.
Now it’s Angeal’s turn to sigh though painfully.
“Would you stop staring at his ass?”
“It’s a very nice ass as the leather shows. No wonder Sephiroth gropes him so much.” Angeal has to silently agree. Silently because Genesis never needs additional encouragement. “In fact I bet the only convincing Sephiroth required was seeing those pants on the rack.”
“You’re hopeless Gen.”
“You love me anyway~, Angeal dear.”
And once again, Genesis is right.