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bofoddityTwo more from the ficlet request post.
Title: The Next Level
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Characters: Barret/Tifa
Rating: G
Words: 222
Summary: Barret never thought of Tifa as his daughter. But he tried.
A/N: Written for the prompt by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
windrider1: "Barret didn't think of her as a daughter."
Barret never thought of Tifa as his daughter. When they first met, Tifa was a girl next door in his eyes, with a weight on her shoulders that shouldn't have been hers to carry in many years. Barret felt for her, and thought of her as a kid in need of guidance. It never stopped surprising him how fast she became more.
They grew older, and sometimes Tifa seemed to leave him behind. Barret decided that the increasing aches in his body were first steps to graying, so he was still in the lead. Meanwhile Tifa was living the best years of her life, heavy with memories, but not sour. The worst thing that could happen to her was to get stuck with a grumpy bastard like Barret.
(With him or Cloud, that was. Barret may have liked the guy, but Cloud just wasn't well.)
They grew older still, and Barret suddenly found himself without an excuse. Meteor had come up and down and he was still alive, his conscience lighter, and happiness had become a concrete chance. So when he got the courage to ask Tifa out, there was one more thing to lean on. Barret had never thought of Tifa as his daughter, but that didn't mean she hadn't seen him as a father. Or as a creep next door.
Then she said yes.
Title: On A Breather
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: G
Words: 541
Summary: Sawyer has a bottle of lotion.
A/N: Written for the prompt bykimouski: "What are you planning to do with that, James?"
The camp was back and Charlotte was buried. As they waited for Faraday to pull himself together, Sawyer juggled a bottle of sun lotion in his hands.
"What are you planning to do with that, James?"
Juliet's voice was always the same, but when Sawyer faced her he saw exhaustion all over her. It made her smile dim.
"Love my back a little." He tossed the bottle to her, smirking at her surprised blink. "Wanna make yourself useful?"
She watched him, then past him. "Don't you think Jin might need this more?"
Sawyer followed the line between Juliet's eyes and Jin, who was walking in the water line, scratching at the side of his jaw. It had to blow to skip from near drowning to hosting a sunburn.
"Maybe you're right." He flopped down to the sand, stretching his legs out. He tugged at the buttons of his shirt. "Make it fast, Capulet."
He couldn't see her, but he knew she was amused. Sawyer was a funny guy.
It wasn't cool yet, but the air was starting to feel good instead of sticky, for which his back was grateful. He heard Juliet settle down on her knees behind him, the bottle uncork.
"Do you think Locke will be all right?"
Sawyer curved out his back as he felt Juliet's hand on him, rubbing his skin in search of tender patches.
"He has a way of making things go his way," he mumbled, swaying lightly to her touch. He had to swallow a wince as Juliet came upon sore muscle. Unreasonably long swimming trips had their effects. "He'll be back in no time. Now, whether anybody comes back with him, that's a different story."
Now she chuckled. "You wouldn't?" Juliet asked, taking a moment to pour lotion into her palms. Her touch was slick and cool on his skin as she began to spread it, kneading him in slow, careful circles.
"Not a Dumbo." She had nice hands, that Juliet. Steady and not at all afraid to feel him. "It was a life time opportunity, Doc. They'd better not waste it."
"They shouldn't, no." Juliet smoothed out a thicker smudge of lotion to the rest of his skin. "I hope not."
Her tone was even. If he looked at her now, it would be like looking at a lake. Like she wasn't angry. It pissed him off so much.
"And it's our turn anyway," he said aloud, rolling his shoulders. Juliet had to move back to avoid his elbows, and he could have sworn he saw a slight frown when he turned to her. He grinned and extended his hand. "Gimme that."
His fingertips touched the underside of her wrist as she handed over the bottle. It wasn't much, but it made him feel warm. Juliet lifted an eyebrow when Sawyer squeezed a few drops of lotion on his thumb.
"Yes, I'm sure Jin will appreciate your willingness to apply it," she told him, and Sawyer smiled.
"Maybe." He pointed the thumb to her. "But I like your face better."
With that, Sawyer stroked the tips of each cheek and the slide of her nose, and wiped the rest on himself. As he stood up, Juliet was baffled, and about to smile.
These two are forfox1013's gen battle. Not the best ways to dip toes in this fandom, but you have to break surface sooner or later.
Title: Classified Info
Fandom: House PD
Characters: Remy, Amber
Rating: G
Words: 152
Summary: Remy is curious about death.
Remy tries her best to dream of Amber. One night, she finally succeeds.
"Your dream and I'm not even naked?" Amber looks down at her body and shakes her head in confusion. "You're a horrible lesbian."
That's how she talks. It has to be her. Remy ignores the tugging feeling in the back of her head and concentrates.
"Amber." Gentle, soft name. Even if that's not what Amber is (was), the name shouldn't be so hard to say. "Dying. Was it awful?"
Lucid dreaming is a phenomenon in which you control how your dream goes. That's how she got this far, and Amber needs to do the rest. Remy doesn't even mind that it won't be real.
"Sorry, not telling." Amber almost looks sorry as she begins to flat line. "You have to die your own death."
Machines shriek and Remy wakes up.
Maybe it was Amber for real. Damn it, why?
Title: Efficiency
Fandom: House PD
Characters: Cuddy
Rating: G
Words: 168
Summary: Cuddy copes during zombie infestation.
The good news is: she has security. Some if its members aren't yet professional enough to hide how weirded out they are by all of this, but everybody does their job, and at the moment that's all Cuddy can ask for. Bawl of the undead is really quite distracting.
The bad news is: House is getting bored, and it's only a matter of time until that leads to a disaster. Wilson is doing the best he can, but Cuddy has a feeling he isn't enough of a distraction.
So she thinks, and gets extra wrinkles for that effort. When she discovers the answer, she gets few more.
"Here." Cuddy prefers her weapons away from House, so part of her weeps when she hands her favorite shotgun over. "Whenever slacking off gets too dull, target practice. We may need extras in the defense soon."
House grins, and takes off with something like a bounce. Cuddy sighs. At least she knows House to be more gentle with guns than people.
Title: The Next Level
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Characters: Barret/Tifa
Rating: G
Words: 222
Summary: Barret never thought of Tifa as his daughter. But he tried.
A/N: Written for the prompt by
windrider1: "Barret didn't think of her as a daughter."Barret never thought of Tifa as his daughter. When they first met, Tifa was a girl next door in his eyes, with a weight on her shoulders that shouldn't have been hers to carry in many years. Barret felt for her, and thought of her as a kid in need of guidance. It never stopped surprising him how fast she became more.
They grew older, and sometimes Tifa seemed to leave him behind. Barret decided that the increasing aches in his body were first steps to graying, so he was still in the lead. Meanwhile Tifa was living the best years of her life, heavy with memories, but not sour. The worst thing that could happen to her was to get stuck with a grumpy bastard like Barret.
(With him or Cloud, that was. Barret may have liked the guy, but Cloud just wasn't well.)
They grew older still, and Barret suddenly found himself without an excuse. Meteor had come up and down and he was still alive, his conscience lighter, and happiness had become a concrete chance. So when he got the courage to ask Tifa out, there was one more thing to lean on. Barret had never thought of Tifa as his daughter, but that didn't mean she hadn't seen him as a father. Or as a creep next door.
Then she said yes.
Title: On A Breather
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: G
Words: 541
Summary: Sawyer has a bottle of lotion.
A/N: Written for the prompt by
kimouski: "What are you planning to do with that, James?"The camp was back and Charlotte was buried. As they waited for Faraday to pull himself together, Sawyer juggled a bottle of sun lotion in his hands.
"What are you planning to do with that, James?"
Juliet's voice was always the same, but when Sawyer faced her he saw exhaustion all over her. It made her smile dim.
"Love my back a little." He tossed the bottle to her, smirking at her surprised blink. "Wanna make yourself useful?"
She watched him, then past him. "Don't you think Jin might need this more?"
Sawyer followed the line between Juliet's eyes and Jin, who was walking in the water line, scratching at the side of his jaw. It had to blow to skip from near drowning to hosting a sunburn.
"Maybe you're right." He flopped down to the sand, stretching his legs out. He tugged at the buttons of his shirt. "Make it fast, Capulet."
He couldn't see her, but he knew she was amused. Sawyer was a funny guy.
It wasn't cool yet, but the air was starting to feel good instead of sticky, for which his back was grateful. He heard Juliet settle down on her knees behind him, the bottle uncork.
"Do you think Locke will be all right?"
Sawyer curved out his back as he felt Juliet's hand on him, rubbing his skin in search of tender patches.
"He has a way of making things go his way," he mumbled, swaying lightly to her touch. He had to swallow a wince as Juliet came upon sore muscle. Unreasonably long swimming trips had their effects. "He'll be back in no time. Now, whether anybody comes back with him, that's a different story."
Now she chuckled. "You wouldn't?" Juliet asked, taking a moment to pour lotion into her palms. Her touch was slick and cool on his skin as she began to spread it, kneading him in slow, careful circles.
"Not a Dumbo." She had nice hands, that Juliet. Steady and not at all afraid to feel him. "It was a life time opportunity, Doc. They'd better not waste it."
"They shouldn't, no." Juliet smoothed out a thicker smudge of lotion to the rest of his skin. "I hope not."
Her tone was even. If he looked at her now, it would be like looking at a lake. Like she wasn't angry. It pissed him off so much.
"And it's our turn anyway," he said aloud, rolling his shoulders. Juliet had to move back to avoid his elbows, and he could have sworn he saw a slight frown when he turned to her. He grinned and extended his hand. "Gimme that."
His fingertips touched the underside of her wrist as she handed over the bottle. It wasn't much, but it made him feel warm. Juliet lifted an eyebrow when Sawyer squeezed a few drops of lotion on his thumb.
"Yes, I'm sure Jin will appreciate your willingness to apply it," she told him, and Sawyer smiled.
"Maybe." He pointed the thumb to her. "But I like your face better."
With that, Sawyer stroked the tips of each cheek and the slide of her nose, and wiped the rest on himself. As he stood up, Juliet was baffled, and about to smile.
These two are for
fox1013's gen battle. Not the best ways to dip toes in this fandom, but you have to break surface sooner or later.Title: Classified Info
Fandom: House PD
Characters: Remy, Amber
Rating: G
Words: 152
Summary: Remy is curious about death.
Remy tries her best to dream of Amber. One night, she finally succeeds.
"Your dream and I'm not even naked?" Amber looks down at her body and shakes her head in confusion. "You're a horrible lesbian."
That's how she talks. It has to be her. Remy ignores the tugging feeling in the back of her head and concentrates.
"Amber." Gentle, soft name. Even if that's not what Amber is (was), the name shouldn't be so hard to say. "Dying. Was it awful?"
Lucid dreaming is a phenomenon in which you control how your dream goes. That's how she got this far, and Amber needs to do the rest. Remy doesn't even mind that it won't be real.
"Sorry, not telling." Amber almost looks sorry as she begins to flat line. "You have to die your own death."
Machines shriek and Remy wakes up.
Maybe it was Amber for real. Damn it, why?
Title: Efficiency
Fandom: House PD
Characters: Cuddy
Rating: G
Words: 168
Summary: Cuddy copes during zombie infestation.
The good news is: she has security. Some if its members aren't yet professional enough to hide how weirded out they are by all of this, but everybody does their job, and at the moment that's all Cuddy can ask for. Bawl of the undead is really quite distracting.
The bad news is: House is getting bored, and it's only a matter of time until that leads to a disaster. Wilson is doing the best he can, but Cuddy has a feeling he isn't enough of a distraction.
So she thinks, and gets extra wrinkles for that effort. When she discovers the answer, she gets few more.
"Here." Cuddy prefers her weapons away from House, so part of her weeps when she hands her favorite shotgun over. "Whenever slacking off gets too dull, target practice. We may need extras in the defense soon."
House grins, and takes off with something like a bounce. Cuddy sighs. At least she knows House to be more gentle with guns than people.
