Rave (cheloya) wrote in happenstance, @ 2009-04-05 18:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! rand, against the moon, doctrine of labyrinths, final fantasy vii, havemercy, original |
[MULTIFANDOM] Drabble Requests
The Fifth Element; Leelloo/Dallas/Multipass
From the shit-eating grin on Dallas' face, thought the clerk, he knew very well that the only real thought running through her head was that Leeloo could multipass her any time.
FFVII; Tifa, Yuffie + dessert
They steadfastly maintained it was rabbit food and anyway they'd had potato salad right up until Tifa narrowed her eyes at them, set her fists (and her spatula) on her hips, and said, "Rabbit food or no pie." Like they were five or something, jeez, Yuffie thought, fighting Cid for the last cherry tomato.
FFVII; Yuffie, Cid + salads
"Yuffie-get-your-hand-out-of-that-bag, and no, you can't have the bowl," Tifa said, lifting it deftly out of reach as Yuffie lunged. "Because Marlene asked nicely and was patient," she added as the ninja's mouth opened to protest. (Because Marlene was a good little girl, she would share, but because she had grown up in a bar with Tifa and Biggs, she would also extract promises for favours first. Not even Yuffie would lie to Marlene - Barret would break her arms, for a start.)
FFVII; Yuffie, Vincent + "Why MY Wallet?"
Yuffie threw him an arch look over her shoulder as she spun back and forth on the barstool. "It's the perfect excuse to get my hands on your ass," she said, and cackled as his expression did. not. change.
It didn't.
FFVII; Cloud, Tifa + chocolate
"Oh dear," said Tifa, blinking as she took stock of the kitchen. Marlene grinned smearily and Cloud made an abortive gesture with his goop-coated hands - Tifa wouldn't be rubbing the back of her neck, either.
"Happy birthday?" he tried, arms swinging at his sides, every inch the awkward boy she'd known in Nibelheim.
She waited until Marlene was thoroughly ensconced with the mixing bowl before she waggled her eyebrows and began to lick his fingers.
Against the Moon; Hiru, Sanga, "Sharp!"
Sanga's claws and teeth were nothing like the numbing touch of iron against his skin. These pains burned, each one defined and pinpointed against his flesh, and when he hissed between his teeth it was not in protest.
Against the Moon; Xolotl + wing