Due to the V-Day meme, I figured I'd post them because some of them came out kind of cute! The slightly longer ones are getting posted on their own.
Title: Puberty
Fandom: FF4
Characters/Pairings: Cecil/Rosa, Kain
Rating: PG
Summary: Cecil wasn't quite sure what the whole procedure was.
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first_seventhe!
Cecil was still figuring out the mechanics of the thing, the whole letting a girl know things thing. He'd asked Kain about it, and he'd rolled his eyes and said it was really simple. After the third or fourth time pestering him about it, Kain picked the bouquet himself.
"You just hand it to her and say, 'these are for you'."
"What if she doesn't like them?" It was a well known fact that Kain knew more about nobility, even if Cecil was going to be slated for knighthood any day now.
"Then you take them back and beg for pardon."
He noticed a lack of her namesake flowers, and was about to ask Kain about that when she walked in, looking a little wilted. Cecil swallowed, and when he didn't move, Kain elbowed him.
"Uh, hi, well, you look--"
"Don't say a word about it." Her tone suggested that she'd had something of a bad day. Cecil tried not to panic, that wasn't what nobles did anyway. He had to be collected. Calm. Or something.
He timidly held out the mostly purple bouquet. Rosa raised an eyebrow and he felt a rock in his stomach.
"T-these are for you." Smooth.
Time passed, and he was sure he was starting to go grey when she finally cracked a smile, and started... giggling?
"That's sweet. Thank you." Success!
He smiled wide, and ran out of the room, leaving her holding the bouquet with a slightly confused look.
Title: Can't Say I Never Bought You Flowers
Fandom: FF7
Characters/Pairings: Tseng/Elena
Rating: PG
Summary: "I thought you'd like pink"
Notes: Forchurched!
Tseng stared at it for a few moments before comprehending it. Reno was very likely laughing from wherever he was.
"I thought you'd like pink," she said, reminding him yet again that she was a rookie and despite more than fair shooting record that everyone in her family seemed to have, still had that attitude. At any other time, he would have been touched, but in the middle of the work day, where people could see he was a little claustrophobic.
"Ah... thank you." He silenced a snicker--Rude?--by setting his jaw and glaring in the general direction of it. Just why people seemed to be standing around, he didn't know. He felt a migraine going on.
"I'm glad you like it, sir!" And with that she trotted off to parts unknown, likely to stir up warm fuzzy feelings somewhere. He figured that she, a Turk, would be immune to this sort of thing.
"Looks like someone likes ya, Chief." And there was Reno. That settled it, he was going to Wutai, as was she, as soon as possible.
Still, Tseng took care when putting the giant stuffed pink thing, with flower frills and the whole shebang into his filing cabinet, trying to exactly pinpoint the last time someone had bothered to buy him anything for any reason.
When no one was looking, he smiled a little.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT."
Besides, no one could ever outdo what Scarlet sent Reno every year anyway.
Title: Someday You Won't Need Someone To
Fandom: FF7:DoC
Characters/Pairings: Vincent, Shelke
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They have ghosts.
Notes: Forastralavator!
Vincent was more than accustomed to people that were too old for their shells. He seemed to collect them in droves without intending to in his younger days. Now he was one, though he had to wonder if he really were; could someone say they had really aged when they were dreaming?
She fluctuated between young and old, it seemed, probably more wildly than he did. The people placed rightly in this time found him old, but at least she never pretended he was more than someone walking along.
"I'm not going to love you, you know, even with her ghost," she said blandly. Out of nowhere, sounding like a teenager and not-quite-grown woman in stereo.
He smirked, or twitched, sometimes his face was odd and didn't do what he meant it to. Probably a side effect. Shelke did that too, sometimes, a twitch instead of an expression.
"Neither did she." Right in character, really.
Maybe that was why he took Shelke along, instead of any of his other... friends. When you were burying corpses, you took comrades. But when you were burying ghosts you took someone as wrapped up in them as you were. They would stay down then. There would be more in years to come.
"And maybe one day, you won't need someone to."
Title: Last In The Parade
Fandom: FF8
Characters/Pairings: Squall, Selphie
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall is too serious for these decorating shenanigans.
Notes: Forrangari!
Everyone knew that of the three, Selphie had the most power that could render a man incapacitated. Quistis had authority, Rinoa had guile, but Selphie had a force of will.
"Pick that up! Don't step on it!"
Which explained why he, Squall, war hero was helping her put flowers on a float. Because she asked. Simply.
"Aren't there enough on there yet?" He tried to keep the impatience out of his voice, because any sign of it would mean he was stuck for another five thousand hours or however long she wanted to detain him.
"No. And I said don't step on that!" She hopped down from her ladder and moved him aside, crouching down to pick a single crumpled rose up from where his boot was a second ago. He wanted to sigh, but one look at how genuinely shook up she seemed and he changed his mind.
"You don't understand, these don't grow very well in Trabia..."
He held out his hand, offering to take it.
"I'll fix it." If it were Rinoa, she'd be giving him that ah-ha-I-see-what-you-did-there grin, but it was Selphie. She watched intently as he carefully fixed the petals, arranging them like they weren't damaged at all.
He handed it back to her and they went back to work. Selphie was as unreadable as he was most of the time. Maybe he wouldn't be so impatient anymore.
Title: Puberty
Fandom: FF4
Characters/Pairings: Cecil/Rosa, Kain
Rating: PG
Summary: Cecil wasn't quite sure what the whole procedure was.
Notes: For
first_seventhe!Cecil was still figuring out the mechanics of the thing, the whole letting a girl know things thing. He'd asked Kain about it, and he'd rolled his eyes and said it was really simple. After the third or fourth time pestering him about it, Kain picked the bouquet himself.
"You just hand it to her and say, 'these are for you'."
"What if she doesn't like them?" It was a well known fact that Kain knew more about nobility, even if Cecil was going to be slated for knighthood any day now.
"Then you take them back and beg for pardon."
He noticed a lack of her namesake flowers, and was about to ask Kain about that when she walked in, looking a little wilted. Cecil swallowed, and when he didn't move, Kain elbowed him.
"Uh, hi, well, you look--"
"Don't say a word about it." Her tone suggested that she'd had something of a bad day. Cecil tried not to panic, that wasn't what nobles did anyway. He had to be collected. Calm. Or something.
He timidly held out the mostly purple bouquet. Rosa raised an eyebrow and he felt a rock in his stomach.
"T-these are for you." Smooth.
Time passed, and he was sure he was starting to go grey when she finally cracked a smile, and started... giggling?
"That's sweet. Thank you." Success!
He smiled wide, and ran out of the room, leaving her holding the bouquet with a slightly confused look.
Title: Can't Say I Never Bought You Flowers
Fandom: FF7
Characters/Pairings: Tseng/Elena
Rating: PG
Summary: "I thought you'd like pink"
Notes: For
churched!Tseng stared at it for a few moments before comprehending it. Reno was very likely laughing from wherever he was.
"I thought you'd like pink," she said, reminding him yet again that she was a rookie and despite more than fair shooting record that everyone in her family seemed to have, still had that attitude. At any other time, he would have been touched, but in the middle of the work day, where people could see he was a little claustrophobic.
"Ah... thank you." He silenced a snicker--Rude?--by setting his jaw and glaring in the general direction of it. Just why people seemed to be standing around, he didn't know. He felt a migraine going on.
"I'm glad you like it, sir!" And with that she trotted off to parts unknown, likely to stir up warm fuzzy feelings somewhere. He figured that she, a Turk, would be immune to this sort of thing.
"Looks like someone likes ya, Chief." And there was Reno. That settled it, he was going to Wutai, as was she, as soon as possible.
Still, Tseng took care when putting the giant stuffed pink thing, with flower frills and the whole shebang into his filing cabinet, trying to exactly pinpoint the last time someone had bothered to buy him anything for any reason.
When no one was looking, he smiled a little.
"OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT."
Besides, no one could ever outdo what Scarlet sent Reno every year anyway.
Title: Someday You Won't Need Someone To
Fandom: FF7:DoC
Characters/Pairings: Vincent, Shelke
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They have ghosts.
Notes: For
astralavator!Vincent was more than accustomed to people that were too old for their shells. He seemed to collect them in droves without intending to in his younger days. Now he was one, though he had to wonder if he really were; could someone say they had really aged when they were dreaming?
She fluctuated between young and old, it seemed, probably more wildly than he did. The people placed rightly in this time found him old, but at least she never pretended he was more than someone walking along.
"I'm not going to love you, you know, even with her ghost," she said blandly. Out of nowhere, sounding like a teenager and not-quite-grown woman in stereo.
He smirked, or twitched, sometimes his face was odd and didn't do what he meant it to. Probably a side effect. Shelke did that too, sometimes, a twitch instead of an expression.
"Neither did she." Right in character, really.
Maybe that was why he took Shelke along, instead of any of his other... friends. When you were burying corpses, you took comrades. But when you were burying ghosts you took someone as wrapped up in them as you were. They would stay down then. There would be more in years to come.
"And maybe one day, you won't need someone to."
Title: Last In The Parade
Fandom: FF8
Characters/Pairings: Squall, Selphie
Rating: PG
Summary: Squall is too serious for these decorating shenanigans.
Notes: For
rangari!Everyone knew that of the three, Selphie had the most power that could render a man incapacitated. Quistis had authority, Rinoa had guile, but Selphie had a force of will.
"Pick that up! Don't step on it!"
Which explained why he, Squall, war hero was helping her put flowers on a float. Because she asked. Simply.
"Aren't there enough on there yet?" He tried to keep the impatience out of his voice, because any sign of it would mean he was stuck for another five thousand hours or however long she wanted to detain him.
"No. And I said don't step on that!" She hopped down from her ladder and moved him aside, crouching down to pick a single crumpled rose up from where his boot was a second ago. He wanted to sigh, but one look at how genuinely shook up she seemed and he changed his mind.
"You don't understand, these don't grow very well in Trabia..."
He held out his hand, offering to take it.
"I'll fix it." If it were Rinoa, she'd be giving him that ah-ha-I-see-what-you-did-there grin, but it was Selphie. She watched intently as he carefully fixed the petals, arranging them like they weren't damaged at all.
He handed it back to her and they went back to work. Selphie was as unreadable as he was most of the time. Maybe he wouldn't be so impatient anymore.
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Oh, KAIN.
I so totally want to know what Scarlet sends Reno. I bet it's fucking genius.
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And it seems completely reasonable to assume Tseng likes pink.