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Yule drabbles - second set
It's funny. The one I expected to be like pulling teeth was easy; the one I expected to be easy was like pulling teeth. XD
Also yes I know the first one is seriously stretching drabble status. Shush.
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laylah, Cloud/Tifa, post-Advent Children, new year
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Seventh Heaven is looking festive for the season. String lights shine in the windows to beckon customers inside, and Denzel and Marlene have been diligent in making cranberry strings and paper wreaths to hang inside; against one wall, a silly little electric Yule log sheds a warm light across the room. Tifa's set out tea lights on all the tables, so the whole bar feels warm and cozy. She hands two smiling, just-off-duty WRO members their drinks - beer for one, brandy for the other - and wishes them a happy new year. It's been a lovely holiday.
(but she doesn't let herself listen when they start talking about home, or she'll think of a time when the Yule logs were real and she pricked her fingers stringing cranberries)
The hours pass; the lights burn down; Tifa shuts off the log and closes the bar and - and wonders how she missed the roar of Fenrir's engine, because Cloud is sitting at the kitchen table, snow still clinging to his jacket.
"You made it," she says.
"Almost didn't," Cloud replies. "I was looking for something that didn't much want to be found."
"And what was so important it kept you away on New Year's Eve?" Tifa chides, pulling up a chair next to him. She likes being able to tease him.
"Just a bit of tradition," he says, pulling a cylindrical parcel from inside his jacket and handing it to Tifa; he keeps a close and careful eye on her face as she tears the paper away, smiles a little at her sharp intake of breath.
"Cloud," she says quietly, "this - they don't make this any more--"
"They started again this year," he corrects her, as she looks back and forth between him and the bottle of Corelian spiced cider. "Took me days to find a bottle, though. I guess everyone else liked it as much as we did."
"Oh, Cloud," she says, and "Thank you so much," and then she leans in and he stops her, jacket rustling as he brings his hand between them. And she looks at him, frowning, searching, a little worried--
"It's not quite midnight yet," he says, with a tiny smile and something a little like mischief dancing in his glowing eyes. "You know the tradition."
Tifa blinks and laughs, sweet and soft, and shoves him. "Then go get some glasses for us, wise guy. We'll pass the time with this one."
Forfirefly99, gratuitous crack and Cloud
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"Yuffie, no," Cloud says; not that those oft-said words ever really have any effect, but maybe if she hears it often enough she'll learn what it means.
"Come on," the ninja says gleefully, disproving Cloud's hypothesis. "It's perfect. You know it is."
"No," he says. Repetition is the only way to train.
"It even fits the meter!"
"No. Vincent, tell her no."
Vincent is ducking his head down into his collar in what Cloud has learned is his way of hiding the fact that he's laughing at you.
"Cloud Strife, the blue-eyed SOLDIER--"
Cloud feels entirely justified in heaving Yuffie bodily over his shoulder and dumping her into the snow.
Forlynxgriffin, "something fun and funny with Riku and Mickey"
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Riku squints at the polished wall; tugs at the leather of his new robe. Strange. All of the Organization members he encountered here were taller than him, some a good deal broader, but a robe selected at random fits him comfortably, holding to his form like it was tailored for him. He pulls the hood over his head, flips it back.
"It's a perfect fit, Your Majesty," he says. "I mean, Mickey." It's a little weird, being on a first-name basis with a king, but he likes it. "I don't know how we'll find one for you, though..."
"Aw, I don't think it'll be that hard!"
There's a laugh rising in Riku's throat as he turns from his dim reflection to face the mouse-king; a quip about Mickey being hard to fit, however, dies unsaid. His Majesty has, in direct opposition of all likelihood, located a robe that fits his tiny frame without dragging on the floor, with space for his tail in the back and - no, not possibly - but yes - room for his ears. He has the hood up, and Riku can see the stitches in the leather.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" he jokes, though really he's baffled. "You're secretly with the Organization, aren't you?"
Mickey laughs and pulls the hood back. "Gosh, Riku, I just picked a robe out to see if I could alter it, but when I put it on, it fit! I think the Organization musta put some magic into these."
Riku laughs and shakes his head. "Magic clothes. Man, now I've seen it all."
Also yes I know the first one is seriously stretching drabble status. Shush.
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laylah, Cloud/Tifa, post-Advent Children, new year-
Seventh Heaven is looking festive for the season. String lights shine in the windows to beckon customers inside, and Denzel and Marlene have been diligent in making cranberry strings and paper wreaths to hang inside; against one wall, a silly little electric Yule log sheds a warm light across the room. Tifa's set out tea lights on all the tables, so the whole bar feels warm and cozy. She hands two smiling, just-off-duty WRO members their drinks - beer for one, brandy for the other - and wishes them a happy new year. It's been a lovely holiday.
(but she doesn't let herself listen when they start talking about home, or she'll think of a time when the Yule logs were real and she pricked her fingers stringing cranberries)
The hours pass; the lights burn down; Tifa shuts off the log and closes the bar and - and wonders how she missed the roar of Fenrir's engine, because Cloud is sitting at the kitchen table, snow still clinging to his jacket.
"You made it," she says.
"Almost didn't," Cloud replies. "I was looking for something that didn't much want to be found."
"And what was so important it kept you away on New Year's Eve?" Tifa chides, pulling up a chair next to him. She likes being able to tease him.
"Just a bit of tradition," he says, pulling a cylindrical parcel from inside his jacket and handing it to Tifa; he keeps a close and careful eye on her face as she tears the paper away, smiles a little at her sharp intake of breath.
"Cloud," she says quietly, "this - they don't make this any more--"
"They started again this year," he corrects her, as she looks back and forth between him and the bottle of Corelian spiced cider. "Took me days to find a bottle, though. I guess everyone else liked it as much as we did."
"Oh, Cloud," she says, and "Thank you so much," and then she leans in and he stops her, jacket rustling as he brings his hand between them. And she looks at him, frowning, searching, a little worried--
"It's not quite midnight yet," he says, with a tiny smile and something a little like mischief dancing in his glowing eyes. "You know the tradition."
Tifa blinks and laughs, sweet and soft, and shoves him. "Then go get some glasses for us, wise guy. We'll pass the time with this one."
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firefly99, gratuitous crack and Cloud-
"Yuffie, no," Cloud says; not that those oft-said words ever really have any effect, but maybe if she hears it often enough she'll learn what it means.
"Come on," the ninja says gleefully, disproving Cloud's hypothesis. "It's perfect. You know it is."
"No," he says. Repetition is the only way to train.
"It even fits the meter!"
"No. Vincent, tell her no."
Vincent is ducking his head down into his collar in what Cloud has learned is his way of hiding the fact that he's laughing at you.
"Cloud Strife, the blue-eyed SOLDIER--"
Cloud feels entirely justified in heaving Yuffie bodily over his shoulder and dumping her into the snow.
For
lynxgriffin, "something fun and funny with Riku and Mickey"-
Riku squints at the polished wall; tugs at the leather of his new robe. Strange. All of the Organization members he encountered here were taller than him, some a good deal broader, but a robe selected at random fits him comfortably, holding to his form like it was tailored for him. He pulls the hood over his head, flips it back.
"It's a perfect fit, Your Majesty," he says. "I mean, Mickey." It's a little weird, being on a first-name basis with a king, but he likes it. "I don't know how we'll find one for you, though..."
"Aw, I don't think it'll be that hard!"
There's a laugh rising in Riku's throat as he turns from his dim reflection to face the mouse-king; a quip about Mickey being hard to fit, however, dies unsaid. His Majesty has, in direct opposition of all likelihood, located a robe that fits his tiny frame without dragging on the floor, with space for his tail in the back and - no, not possibly - but yes - room for his ears. He has the hood up, and Riku can see the stitches in the leather.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" he jokes, though really he's baffled. "You're secretly with the Organization, aren't you?"
Mickey laughs and pulls the hood back. "Gosh, Riku, I just picked a robe out to see if I could alter it, but when I put it on, it fit! I think the Organization musta put some magic into these."
Riku laughs and shakes his head. "Magic clothes. Man, now I've seen it all."
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he'd slice you open like a gourd~
...or something. XD
All brilliant and 'wh00!' for crack!
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♥
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Then one oh-so-fateful eve
Sephiroth came to say
"Cloud Strife, with your eyes so blue
I'll stab you and your love interest, too!"
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Then all the Jenovites chanted
As he carved them up like gourds (XD),
"Cloud Strife, the blue-eyed SOLDIER,
Time to defeat Meteor!"
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All of the other SOLDIERs
Used to laugh and cast Fire 3
They never let poor Cloud Strife
Join Shinra's debauchery
Okay, the actual reindeer song is now DEAD to me. XD
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http://media.putfile.com/blueeyedsoldier
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ENTER IT
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