All In

Aug. 5th, 2010 12:04 pm
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Title: All In
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating:
PG13 (language)
Warnings: none
Word count: 2440
Prompt:
Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Zack/Nero (order doesn't matter): General Badassery (car chases, fights, etc) - "There is a reason why no one messes with the "creepy kid". "
Summary: The enemy of my enemy is my friend – if he’ll agree to the terms.
A/N: I’m taking the canon appearance of Weiß and Nero from “Crisis Core,” and trying to work it to make sense of some of the stuff from “Dirge of Cerberus.” Also, making a guess as to the origin of the Tsviets in relation to Restrictor here.


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Kiss Kiss

Jul. 16th, 2010 09:10 pm
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Title: Kiss Kiss
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating:
PG13
Warnings: crack and momness
Word count: ~1000
Prompt:
Phone calls from Mommy Dearest - *sigh* Hello, Mother....
Summary: Kadaj loves his mother, but…damn.

Kiss Kiss )
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Title: The Wrong Car
Challenge: Urban Legends
Characters: Angeal and Genesis
Word count: 100
A/N: He never knew what hit him.



“This is kinky, even for you.”

Genesis laughed brightly. “Stolen car, Midgar Point, I don’t see what’s so kinky about it.”

Angeal pinned his lover to the plush leather seat. “It’s Lazard’s car.”

“I couldn’t resist! I –” Genesis fell silent, listening. “Do you hear scratching?”

Angeal nodded, moving toward the driver’s seat.

“No, I’ll get it,” Genesis said with a grin, opening his door and vanishing into the night.

Brief panicked screams cut through the stillness.

“That was easy,” Genesis murmured as he slid back into his seat, twirling a metal hook around one finger. “Now, where were we?”

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Title: Laundry Gnomes
Challenge: Masturbation
Characters: airship ensemble
Word count: 100

“I can’t believe this!” Yuffie huffed. “Every time I try to do laundry on this airship, things go missing!”

Tifa shrugged. “Dryers do tend to eat socks, don’t they?”

“It’s not my socks, it’s my panties! And they don’t even make it into the dryer – I counted them this time. And it’s my favorite, too, the one I wore during our quest to defeat Sephiroth.” The little ninja looked like she was going to cry.

“I’m sure it’ll turn up.”

Just outside, Vincent shot Cid a dark and suspicious look.

“What?” muttered the pilot. “I always put ‘em back after.”

 


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Title: Magnum
Challenge: Pride
Characters: Angeal
Word count: 100


“No.”

“But General Hewley –”

“I said ‘no.’ In Banora, ‘no’ means no. And don’t ‘General Hewley’ me, Lazard! I won’t be sweet-talked into this one. I still have some pride left!”

Lazard sighed and adjusted his cravat. “Angeal, you’re the only one that’s believable. I mean really – just look at the other Firsts.”

“Conceded. What about Fair?”

“The Second? I’m afraid not. They were adamant. They want you.”

Angeal scrubbed his hand across his face. “If I do this, will you stop signing me up for these things?”

“Absolutely.”

“…okay, this ad is for which brand of condoms, again?”

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Title: Lit. Anal. 101
Original Challenge: Bulwer-Lytton
Characters: Genesis
Word count: 100


“But of course ‘Loveless’ is the epitome of literature, having endured in one form or another for centuries – indeed, allegedly since the time of the Cetra themselves, to whom the work is sometimes credited – and, being a reflection of the hubris innate in humanity – and, one can presume, in the Cetra as well – it is likely to endure long past our time has gone; the only real question is whether it is merely a work of literature, or whether it has some prophetic agency at work as well, which often seems the case – Angeal, are you even listening to me?”

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Title: Eulogy
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: PG
Warnings: grief
Word count: 623
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Rufus and Dark Nation (gen, obviously, I hope): his only real friend - I used to call your name when no one else would come.
Summary: Rufus contemplates the greatest friendship of his life.
A/N: I don’t know which gender canon ascribes to DN, but to me, she’s a lady. Also, I’m going by the idea that, in the game, DN doesn’t have to die for Cloud to win that fight.

ExpandI remember the first time I smuggled you into my bedroom. Father had been adamant that my room was off-limits – something about “disease-carrying foreign beasts.” )
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Title: Reunion
Challenge: Sephiroth
Characters: the Remnants and their God
Word count: 100
A/N: I’m going with the theory that all three of the Shinentai merged together to bring about the return of Sephiroth. Considering what happened in the tunnel and then upon the bridge, I don’t think these two were in the best shape when Kadaj triggered the Reunion; can’t help but wonder if that tipped the scales at the end.


No! It’s too soon!

The realization clawed its way through Yazuu’s brain as the wrenching power of the reunion came over them. He clung to Loz, feeling his own essence shift and lift and separate.

The Three must now become One.

But, we’re not ready! I’m weakened, Loz is wounded! Yazuu thought frantically, almost willing to resist, to hold himself here, hold his brother here.

Loz smiled as his form scattered, his pain diffused into the One.

Yazuu closed his eyes and let himself follow. Sephiroth is the God, after all; the weakness of the parts should make no difference…

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Title: Raving Mad and Somewhat Slightly Dazed
Challenge: Smell
Characters: Zack, Sephiroth
Word count: 100
A/N: Title inspired by a very disturbing David Bowie song.



Zack reeled a moment as the smell of wrongness stole his breath away. The pungent odors of stale sweat and waste mako mingled with the essential null smell of old dust and forgotten sins, but none of those could mask the overwhelming stench of unwashed madness that lingered in the air like an oily vapor trail.

It had only taken a handful of days for Sephiroth to fall so far as this, and Zack berated himself for ever leaving the man alone. He swore that he would set things right even as his own scent betrayed his terror and despair.
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Title: Paradise
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst
Word count: 247
Prompt: dropping the plate - Orders are orders, my friends
Summary: A moment encompasses many lifetimes, yet holds no time for regret.

“You’re too late. Once I push this button...”

Faces float up in my mind’s eye, familiar faces closer than family. There’s this whore who gives great head and shitty advice, and her pimp – a decent guy, as far as that goes, but too fond of the grape as the old-timers would put it.

Half-a-dozen vicious little kids, more rodent than human, who’d just as soon stick a guy as ask nicely for his wallet – Railrunners, they call themselves. Oldest one’s about ten.

A tiny old Wutaian lady, shriveled as a prune and one of the best cooks I’ve ever had the good fortune to meet.

Guy named Paul, bakes donuts and other greasebombs that go damn well with the coffee across the street.

Punks and schemers and lunatics, people chasing impossible dreams and other people chasing after them to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves. Addicts talking about the Goddess and truth and the surest way to Heaven as they inject mako-laced narcotics into collapsing veins.

Old people talking about blue skies.

People.

“Fuck it.” I take another drag on my stale cigarette, then drop the stub and grind it underfoot. “Orders are orders, my friends.” If I don’t kill you, I kill myself. Devil’s bargain, through to the soul.

Don’t worry, though. The way things tend to go for Turks, I won’t be far behind you.

Save me a seat at the Wutaian diner, and we’ll all get drunk and talk about the death of Paradise.
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Title: Or It COULD Have Happened Like This…
Challenge: MPREG
Characters: Lucrecia, Vincent, Hojo
Word count: 100
A/N: AAAAAAGHHHHHH!!1!!1!



“Let me get this straight,” Lucrecia mused. “You want to conceive with me, then inject the developing fetus with Jenova cells, even though we have no idea what might happen?”

“We must make sacrifices for science,” Hojo stated flatly.

At Lucrecia’s tight nod, Turk Vincent silently and efficiently pinned Hojo’s arms behind his back.

Lucrecia smiled darkly and equipped a materia, then picked up a large syringe. Ignoring Hojo’s cry, Lucrecia pressed the needle into his belly and depressed the plunger. “All right, you can even claim full credit. But I have a feeling that delivery will be a bitch.”
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Title: Jenova Project Z
Rating: PG
Warnings: ouch
Word count: 100
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Zack and Sephiroth: role switch – Zack as the bad guy, Sephiroth as the good guy.
Summary: Let the fires burn.



Genesis’ words burned in his head, gnawing at his – what? Balance? Sense of self?

Sanity?

Whatever it was, it had been knocked well out of line.

“I was made with Jenova cells? You’re saying I really am a monster...”

“Yes,” Genesis whispered. “But in you, the cells are stable. There is no deterioration.”

He looked down at his hands – human hands, or were they? Those hands had taken so many lives already, and if Genesis spoke truly… Not looking up, Zack whispered, “Is this how I had the power to kill Angeal?”

For that sin alone, they would all pay.
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Title: Sunny Day
Challenge: Letter
Characters: Galian Beast
Word count: 100
A/N: I am so going to hell sorry for this… Written for
[community profile] ffvii_100 on InsaneJournal.


He was surrounded by monsters. Again.

Big ones, small ones, creatures of every imaginable size and shape and color. Things with wings and things that hopped on bent and crooked legs. Some had what might pass for faces, like himself; others sported beaks or, in a few cases, odd protrusions that might have been snouts – or snorkels.

They yammered and yelped, babbled and yipped. Some of them sang in warbling, almost-human voices. The cacophony was deafening.

Sensing it was time to act, the shaggy purple behemoth lumbered into the weirdness.

“Today’s episode was brought to you by the letter ‘G’…’”
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Title: Unjust Rewards
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Jenova
Word count: ~1250
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Zack and Sephiroth: role switch – Zack as the bad guy, Sephiroth as the good guy.
Summary: When Jenova enters the picture, loyalty is a good deal more than skin deep.

Unjust Rewards
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Title: Office to the Max
Author: GuiltyRed
Rating:
PG13
Warnings: hint of smex and drugs
Word count: 917
Prompt:
Final Fantasy VII, Rude/Reno: alternative uses for office supplies - The 10 Reasons Why There's Never Any (author's choice) In the Office
Summary: In which we probe the edges of Reno’s inventiveness and ingenuity, and test the limits of Rude’s and Tseng’s endurance.
A/N: This came to me as a series of short bits, ranging from canon-present all the way back through “Before Crisis” – with an additional drabble from an even earlier set of Turks. Can’t help it: some things never change. XD




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