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A ChanceTitle: A Chance
Rating: self harm, but not what you expect
A/N: Would you look at that, she actually wrote something! XD
His head was filled with a cacaphony of noise and disconnected actions, like someone channel surfing at max speed, his heart was racing wildly, there were cold sweat soaking through his t shirt. He fought not to vomit as the panic attack crunched down on him harder and harder, clutching the table so hard he heard the sturdy metal groan even as he leaned his head against the cold surface. It felt like he was drowning. It felt like he was dying.
“Chief?” A hard grip on his shoulder and metal cut into his flesh, enough to draw him back from the edge he had been balancing so precautions on. Not all the way out of the madness, but enough that he could gather enough wits to look up into worried burgony eyes and think shitshitshitshitshit.
“Chief, are you alright? What’s wrong?”
“Yeah, I just…
Wedding GoalsTitle: Wedding Goals
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: lots of creepy crawlers and quite a few Turks
Summary: Cid needs a best man for his wedding to Shera.
”I don’t care. You need a best man for our wedding. So fix one!” With slam of the door, Shera left Cid behind to scratch his head. Well, she had fixed pretty much everything else for this wedding while he had been dragging his feet, so maybe he just needed to get his ass in gear and fix himself a best man. Sighing he sipped his tea and thought of his options. He had a few crew members, but they weren’t exactly friends, as such. You couldn’t be friends with your crew if you were a captain, that was just begging for trouble. And there were a few drinking buddies over in Rocket Town, but they were more acquaintances. So that left the band of misfits called Avalanche, which were, truth to be told, his best friends. Hell, they probably knew him better than Shera did!
He started off easy an
Personal hygieneTitle: Personal hygiene
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: icky, icky, icky! Looking hot is not everything Vince, ya’ve been in that coffin fer 30 years! Go take a shower!
A/N: Don’t kill me! I was watching Sex and the City, and I blame this all on Samantha!
Cid came running out into the kitchen, wide eyed and with his hand over his moutn, grabbed Barrets cup of coffee and downed it all in one gulp. Before anyone in Avalanche could protest he had snatched Cloud’s cup as well and started to drink it with the slow determination of a man downing poison. The pilot was still in boxers and a t shirt, looking sleep rumpled and frightened as he leaned on the kitchen sink.
“I am really sorry, chief.” A mumble came from the doorway where an equally sleep rumpled Vincent stood. The old fashioned ex-Turk had taken the time to put on a bathrobe but there was a glow of embarrassment on his cheeks.
Cid didn’t answer, he was still drinking Cloud’s c
Rating: Teenish fer language
Warnings: Mentions of dat ass.
Summary: Highwind has a wardrobe malfunction.
“What the hell?”
“Cid, what are you wearing?” Tifa asked, dismayed.
Barret, still shielding his precious eyes, looked over at the ever silent gunman. “I think Highwind’s lost his marbles, eh Vince?”
Vincent didn’t respond. His eyes were glued to the sight of Captain Cid Highwind, macho man extraordinaire, wearing blue booty shorts with “JUICY” across the backside. Vincent couldn’t help but notice the descriptor was very accurate. Cid’s ass was toned from many years of combat, but somehow, as Vincent observed, still managed to jiggle invitingly as the pilot stomped across the deck of the ship.
“Vince?” Barrett tried again, going completely ignored as Vincent strided up to the captain.
Avalanche watched in anticipation, wondering what the nearly silent man wa
Ein Tag wie jeder Andere...? /FF7/Valenwind~ * ~ Ein Tag wie jeder Andere...? ~ * ~
Einige Monate waren vergangen, seit wir gegen den Sohn meiner verlorenen Liebe gekämpft hatten. Bis auf das fast komplett zerstörte Midgar war wieder Frieden und Ruhe auf die Welt gekehrt. Die anderen lebten zum größtem Teil in Neu-Midgar, während Cid und meine Wenigkeit uns die alte ShinRa Villa auf Fordermann gebracht hatten. Auf das Drängen der anderen hin, ließen wir uns sogar eine Telefonleitung legen, nur um fast täglich von ihnen genervt zu werden. Nun ja, es war nun mal alles wieder in Ordnung. Nur was aus Sephiroth geworden war, wusste niemand so wirklich. Cloud beteuerte zwar immer wieder, dass er mit Sicherheit gestorben sei, aber das wollte ihm niemand (oder eher Cid und ich) nicht so wirklich glauben. Nachsehen wollten wir allerdings auch nicht. Nachher würden wir Sephiroth nur befreien und wären dann schuld daran, wenn der Terror von vorne begann. Nein, darauf hatten wir nun wirklic
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