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
He'd always known the centaur was inventive in a distant and, honestly, irritated sort of way, but the day he caught Ciorrnaich running through a field with enormous, heavy-looking panes strapped to his sides like he was trying to be a butterfly, he revised his opinion: Ciorrnaich was just fucking crazy.
Against the Moon; Xolotl/Ciorrnaich + My Little Pony
"Well, he's smaller than the rest of them, I guess," Xolotl allowed, and then smirked. "But he's younger than I am, and anyway, I'd hardly call him little."
Havemercy; Have, Thom. Fire & ash. 163 words
The day Rook went to war for the last time, Thom didn't let himself into the hangar. Wanted to, but couldn't bear the idea of having one more person angry with him, and in the end sat at the edge of the hatch in Rook's room, breathing in the pervasive scent of oil and fuel and steel and trying not to think about losing his brother again, properly, finally, with no hope of his return.
He hadn’t hated the dragon. Hadn’t loved her, for a certainty, but he thought he understood a little of why Rook seemed to love her so much. Why all the airmen thought so much of their dragons. She had reeked of fire and ash, brought all the terror of his childhood screaming to the surface, but he could not deny the exhiliration of knowing that they had lived, would live. She had been beautiful, and she had borne them home.
He prayed she would manage one last time.
Doctrine of Labyrinths. The morning after Felix uses the obligation d'ame to non-con Mildmay. 108 words.
Felix wakes before Mildmay does. There is no blissful post-coital haze; there is no way to confuse Mildmay’s body with Gideon’s. He knows, from moment of the first delicious, ill-earned ache, all the hurts the day will hold, and there is no way to escape from them.
He lies with his nose to Mildmay’s hairline, breathing in his musk, his sweat, the faint sickly scent of his saliva, and resists the impulse to wrap himself more tightly around his brother, to hold him still until he wakes, until his anger and loathing pass.
It’s the bravest thing he’s ever done, to pull back from Mildmay’s warmth, and wait.