This is a gift fic for asreoninfusion. When I asked for details, she said she would like some fluff, so I hope she’ll like this :) (even though I’m not sure if it can be considered as fluff).
Summary: This was something right out of one of those comics he liked to read as a child. A possibility he thought about in passing, never to be addressed again.
He could read minds.
That ending! He would mess with Cloud.
I reblogged it to the wrong blog.
"A collection of drabbles written for the Alternate Universe prompt on ffvii 100 on InsaneJournal."
A series of drabbles that doesn’t focus on pairings. There are hints of them though.
cactuscarousel requested for 100 follower giveaway:
Um, how about a cloudxsephiroth oneshot set in a prison au?
A/N: Sorry it’s so late, dear! I really hope you enjoy it, and thanks for the awesome suggestion! I had a LOT of fun. :)
Rated R for some sexual content and gore.
FULL STORY UNDER READ MORE BREAK
((Illustration by tomowowowo included within!!!!)
“Great,” Groused the enormous man sitting on the bottom bunk as he scowled at the doorway. “Stickin’ me with another spikey-haired punk kid.”
Cloud froze in the doorway, his hands clenching at his sides in anxiety and defensiveness. The guard standing at his back gave him a sharp shove, sending him stumbling into the cell. One of his legs gave out, and he ended up on his knees. He grimaced in pain at the jarring contact as the guard behind him snorted and swung the door closed. It slammed shut with a heavy finality.
Cloud closed his eyes, staying where he’d fallen, trying to breathe through his shame and fear. This wasn’t how his life was supposed to go. He was just a librarian. He’d never meant to hurt anyone.
“Hey,” the rough, sharp voice of his roommate said from far too close.
Cloud jerked his head up, looking into the foreboding frown of the other convict. The man towered over him in a solid wall of muscle. Cloud blinked, his eyes flickering to the stump of the man’s right arm before looking back to his scowling face.
“You alright?” The man rumbled, offering his only hand to Cloud.
I’m not a fan of prison aus typically but this is great.
The illustration of Sephiroth’s tattoo is amazing as well.
OVERDOSE—a FFVII Collaboration
Art by tomowowowo
Story by Boomchickfanficiton
Full story under Read More link
Cloud sighed, stirring his cold tea with a finger absently. He gazed at the doorway, waiting for it to open. He couldn’t help but thinking of the warm bath filled with rose petals he’d drained hours ago when Sephiroth was late coming home—of the dinner covered in tin foil sitting in the oven and waiting for him. He glanced to the clock again and propped his chin on his fist as he waited idly at the table. If his lover—fiancee, he mentally corrected—had gotten distracted training again, they were going to have some strong words together when he got home. A twisting, worried part of him was whispering that it was something so much worse than that, but he refused to so much as entertain the notion.
“Come on, Sephiroth.” He muttered, lowering his eyes to watch the ripples in his tea. “You’re supposed to be home by now…”
He eventually poured out his tepid drink and started washing dishes. It wasn’t his favorite chore in the world, but it kept his hands busy. When he finally heard the door open, he abandoned his task so quickly that he didn’t bother so much as wiping the dishwater off his hands. He bolted into the living room still covered to the elbow in soap suds with his fingers wet and pruny.
“Welcome h—Gods, are you okay?”
Pathetic/sick Sephiroth with Cloud taking care of him. Just the best thing.
"This is a series of conversation HD Slash pieces I have been working. They are individual stories each chapter!"
Author: Katria Bloom
A series of dialogue only stories.
"Sirius wants to snog Remus silly. The logistics of that, however, escape him somewhat."
Author: Death’s Daughter
I think the summary says enough about it.
It was raining, it was wet, soggy and it was raining.
Genesis hated the rain. It made his hair cling to his face and caused mud to stick to his boots, and yet, despite his hatred of the rain he bravely ventured out in it. He was on a mission after all, a mission that involved finding a certain blond. A blond he would gleefully call his should anyone ask.
No one ever asked but, it was the thought that counted.
Ducking into the bar it was said his blond frequented Genesis quickly scanned the crowd of people who had thought to get out of the rain, though, it seemed that the bartender was willing to let them stay inside until the rain stopped. The fact most of the people in the bar were ordering drinks probably had something to do with that act of kindness. He couldn’t find his blond in the crowd though, so he sat at table in a corner of room and waited.
Thankfully it wasn’t long until Cloud showed, entering the bar with a man in a torn red cape following him, Genesis raised a brow at the mans’ fashion sense, but otherwise ignored him. He wasn’t his target after all.
Not going to lie I was expecting a punch. This is great too though.
"During their travels, Rin asks Sesshoumaru a question that stirrs something inside of him, leaving the demon lord to deal with the thoughts that occur to him…by going to see his brother."
Author: Jade Cyclone
Not Inucest. It’s a brother fic… kind of.