Final Fantasy VII 100 Word Challenge

Title: Just Desserts
Challenge: Gluttony
Characters: Rude, Reno
Team: Turks
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: In my head, Rude has a sweet tooth. XD;;

"That's, like, your third dessert!" Reno said, staring at Rude with his jaw hanging open.

"It's good dessert here," Rude said, ignoring Reno and concentrating on the cherry pie. It had been a while since he'd had good pie.

"Keep it up, you're gonna be as huge as the pres," Reno said shaking his head.

"I'm sure you'll think of some way for me to work it off," Rude said absently, and took another bite. He licked some pie filling at the corner of his mouth, and Reno swallowed, then grinned.

"...yeah, uh...so...want some more pie?"

Title: I Have Kissed Thy Mouth, Iokanaan
Challenge: Lust
Characters: Sephiroth, Angeal
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: I just got the idea for this, which is why it's not posted with the other one. The title comes from Salome's monologue by Oscar Wilde: Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood? Nay; but perchance it was the taste of love. They say that love hath a bitter taste. But what matter? what matter? I have kissed thy mouth.

Only in dreams is he allowed this.

Angeal is his friend, the first one he has ever had, and so he does not allow these thoughts in the waking hours.

But in his dreams, Sephiroth envisions terrible things, driving his sword through Angeal's belly and moving closer, closer, as Angeal chokes on the blood that flows from his lips.

Only in his dreams can he watch Angeal writhing in pain, impaled, flush against Masamune's hilt...and only in dreams can he force his lips against Angeal's, can he taste the blood and the heat, and he awakens, sickened and aroused.

Title: Pretty Things
Challenge: Lust
Characters: Angeal, Sephiroth, Genesis
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Lust, with a little touch of envy for flavor.

Angeal had a weakness for pretty things.

He'd always had a weakness for pretty things, even from when he was little--he'd taken one look at Genesis when they were six and hadn't been able to stop looking at him.

He had a weakness for pretty things, and his eyes kept tracing over the lines of Sephiroth's body, over the twist of his hand, the faint curl of his lips, and the way the black leather contrasted so against that white, white skin of his chest.

He'd always had a weakness for pretty things, and Genesis, watching, narrowed his eyes.

Title: Shed Your Skin
Challenge: Crossovers
Characters: Snake, Otacon, Cloud
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Heh heh, it was the only series I could think of that would make sense--Metal Gear Solid. ;)

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Snake's PHS rang. He glanced at the name, then before Tifa could say too much, said "I have to take this," and made his way out of the Nibelheim inn. He didn't trust Cloud, not yet.

"Snake?" Otacon said softly, and there was something strange in his voice.

"Yeah?"

"I...found out about that ex-SOLDIER."

"And you're only finding stuff now?"

"Hey, I had to hack deep into ShinRa to get anything! Technically, 'Cloud Strife' doesn't exist!"

"So he's not a SOLIDER?!"

He heard Otacon swallowing, and that wasn't good. "No. He's...one of their clone experiments. Like you."