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Title: The Friendly Touch
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Characters: Tifa/Aerith
Rating: G
Words: 344
Summary: Aerith is touchy with everybody but Tifa.
A/N: Written for the prompt by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
windrider1: "They all assumed she looked away when Aerith touched Cloud because of him. But they never considered that maybe she longed for petal soft touches of her own."
It always amazed her how easy it was for Aerith to touch others. Whether it was patting Nanaki's nose, smacking Barret on the shoulder (for which she always had to rise on her toes, which amused everybody) or grabbing Cloud from the elbow, it was as natural for her as breathing. The touch wasn't always returned, but it was never rejected. Sometimes it hurt to see Cloud smile at it.
Most of the time it was another thing that hurt her. Touch was like an instinct for Aerith, but she almost never touched Tifa.
Tifa didn't understand why. Aside from Cloud, it was her company that Aerith sought out whenever they had time to be like ordinary people. They laughed at the same things. They dreamed of a future with green land and without Shin-Ra. Sometimes Aerith touched her hand, but it never lasted long.
After some time, it stopped hurting her and instead just confused her, and she decided that the most likely reason was that Aerith found her intimidating. So she asked Aerith about it.
"There's nothing wrong with you!" Aerith insisted. "I'm.. I'm just afraid I'll make you uncomfortable."
Aerith avoided her eyes, which confused her further. Then she did something about it.
"Don't be silly." She extended her arms out, and felt weird for a moment. The person she hugged the most was Barret, and she wondered how Aerith would feel like in comparison. She shrugged the feeling off and smiled. "Come on. Let's try it."
To her surprise, Aerith didn't try to excuse herself, despite the tension in her shoulders. Instead she walked up to Tifa and wrapped her arms around her, settling against her as Tifa closed her in an embrace. After a while, she discovered some things.
Aerith was tiny compared to Barret. Her body was stronger than you could tell by looking at her. It tickled when she pressed her nose into Tifa's hair.
"I didn't mean," Aerith started, pulling away. She was blushing, and as soon as Tifa understood why, her cheeks followed the lead.
Title: Match Making
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Characters: Zack/Sephiroth/Tifa
Rating: PG-13 for subtle nastiness and implied sex
Words: 238
Summary: When he introduced Tifa to Sephiroth, he didn't think much of it. AU.
A/N: Written for the prompt bywindrider1: "Zack x Tifa x Sephiroth 3-some. AU or Nibelheim."
When he introduced Tifa to Sephiroth, he didn't think much of it. She wanted to meet her idol once, and one meeting was all he knew Sephiroth would agree to, so Zack arranged it and then put it out of his mind. Afterward Tifa was thoughtful, but smiled and said yes when he asked her if everything was okay. So he hadn't thought of it anymore.
Zack didn't start thinking when Tifa cropped her hair so short it was barely there, despite the way she had preferred to keep her hair as long as it was acceptable.He got worried when she started to get thinner, losing the shapes that had made her a target for a lot of unwanted attention, but when she stopped and still looked healthy, he forgot about it again. Being a SOLDIER meant you had no time to think of your looks, after all. And she still smiled. That had to mean she was all right.
So when he finally walks in on her and Sephiroth, it nearly knocks him out.
Wearing a tux with her breasts strapped away, Tifa almost looks like a boy ("He likes it when I cross-dress," she will tell him). With her pants pulled down, Zack can tell he's not. Sephiroth smiles to him over her shoulder.
"I'm so glad you introduced us."
Later, he will wonder what made him obey when Sephiroth told him to come closer.
Title: Practice Makes A Man
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Characters: Cloud, Tifa
Rating: G
Words: 138
Summary: Cloud practices whistling.
A/N: Written for the prompt bywindrider1: "Happy Cloud".
Cloud had recently discovered whistling.
For years, he had assumed it was something he simply didn't have the skill for. (Zack, of course, had known how, but as carefully as Cloud had crafted his delusion, some things were beyond imitation.) The few times he managed one were moments of amazement, and that irritated him. Cloud may not have been normal, but surely whistling was something he could handle.
So Cloud started practicing. First, he was pathetic. Later, the wheeze began to turn into a sound.
He couldn't whistle entire songs yet, but he did manage short tunes, and managed them often. He thought his development was invisible, first, but then Tifa confirmed the opposite.
"I liked you better when you brooded."
Tifa turned to search her migraine pills, and Cloud couldn't stop grinning. There was nothing like success.
Title: Tease and Court
Fandom: The Dark Knight
Characters: Joker/Harley
Rating: PG for Joker?
Words: 355
Summary: Joker and his doctor connect.
A/N: Written for the prompt bythe_wanlorn: "Arkham".
One day, he gets pudding for dessert.
It's in a bowl and it's made of chocolate, and it looks like it will squish at the stab of a spoon. Joker licks his lips, and that's enough to drive the nurses out of their minds.
"There's a file inside it!" he hears from his cell after they scatter off, and laughs to himself. He does have fondness for blunt instruments.
A week later he gets to meet his doctor again, and her eyes are shiny with anticipation as he's brought in and seated before her. He likes how her bun is pulled tighter every time he sees her.
"I hate chocolate," Joker says. "But I loved the gesture."
The doctor has practiced dealing with disappointment, he can tell, but it still takes long for his compliment to break through and sink. Her cool smile is much better, and she can almost hide the delight from her eyes.
"It's a pity they don't trust you with anything that has sugar." She adjusts the notepad in her lap, twirls her pen. "You have come far enough to deserve a reward."
She is on the right track with that, he has to admit. He grins. "Maybe the next time," he drawls, dragging the tip of his tongue over his mouth, "they won't even look for a key."
Between blinks, he sees uncertainty. The doctor touches her hair before replying: "Maybe the next time, you get to eat it."
"Of course." He bows his head. "Forgive my sense of humor."
He doesn't look up. He doesn't listen to her breath. He takes a moment to miss his suit and shoes, and lifts his head to see she's no longer hiding how drunk she is with him.
She believes they're connected, and she isn't wrong. He never expected she would be this much fun.
"Forgiven." She squares her shoulders, touches her hair again. "Now, let's talk more about your daughter."
She leans back in her chair, and he shifts into a more comfortable position in his. Her legs are jittery and restless as she crosses her ankles. He finds that cute.
Title: The Friendly Touch
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Characters: Tifa/Aerith
Rating: G
Words: 344
Summary: Aerith is touchy with everybody but Tifa.
A/N: Written for the prompt by
windrider1: "They all assumed she looked away when Aerith touched Cloud because of him. But they never considered that maybe she longed for petal soft touches of her own."It always amazed her how easy it was for Aerith to touch others. Whether it was patting Nanaki's nose, smacking Barret on the shoulder (for which she always had to rise on her toes, which amused everybody) or grabbing Cloud from the elbow, it was as natural for her as breathing. The touch wasn't always returned, but it was never rejected. Sometimes it hurt to see Cloud smile at it.
Most of the time it was another thing that hurt her. Touch was like an instinct for Aerith, but she almost never touched Tifa.
Tifa didn't understand why. Aside from Cloud, it was her company that Aerith sought out whenever they had time to be like ordinary people. They laughed at the same things. They dreamed of a future with green land and without Shin-Ra. Sometimes Aerith touched her hand, but it never lasted long.
After some time, it stopped hurting her and instead just confused her, and she decided that the most likely reason was that Aerith found her intimidating. So she asked Aerith about it.
"There's nothing wrong with you!" Aerith insisted. "I'm.. I'm just afraid I'll make you uncomfortable."
Aerith avoided her eyes, which confused her further. Then she did something about it.
"Don't be silly." She extended her arms out, and felt weird for a moment. The person she hugged the most was Barret, and she wondered how Aerith would feel like in comparison. She shrugged the feeling off and smiled. "Come on. Let's try it."
To her surprise, Aerith didn't try to excuse herself, despite the tension in her shoulders. Instead she walked up to Tifa and wrapped her arms around her, settling against her as Tifa closed her in an embrace. After a while, she discovered some things.
Aerith was tiny compared to Barret. Her body was stronger than you could tell by looking at her. It tickled when she pressed her nose into Tifa's hair.
"I didn't mean," Aerith started, pulling away. She was blushing, and as soon as Tifa understood why, her cheeks followed the lead.
Title: Match Making
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: OGC
Characters: Zack/Sephiroth/Tifa
Rating: PG-13 for subtle nastiness and implied sex
Words: 238
Summary: When he introduced Tifa to Sephiroth, he didn't think much of it. AU.
A/N: Written for the prompt by
windrider1: "Zack x Tifa x Sephiroth 3-some. AU or Nibelheim."When he introduced Tifa to Sephiroth, he didn't think much of it. She wanted to meet her idol once, and one meeting was all he knew Sephiroth would agree to, so Zack arranged it and then put it out of his mind. Afterward Tifa was thoughtful, but smiled and said yes when he asked her if everything was okay. So he hadn't thought of it anymore.
Zack didn't start thinking when Tifa cropped her hair so short it was barely there, despite the way she had preferred to keep her hair as long as it was acceptable.He got worried when she started to get thinner, losing the shapes that had made her a target for a lot of unwanted attention, but when she stopped and still looked healthy, he forgot about it again. Being a SOLDIER meant you had no time to think of your looks, after all. And she still smiled. That had to mean she was all right.
So when he finally walks in on her and Sephiroth, it nearly knocks him out.
Wearing a tux with her breasts strapped away, Tifa almost looks like a boy ("He likes it when I cross-dress," she will tell him). With her pants pulled down, Zack can tell he's not. Sephiroth smiles to him over her shoulder.
"I'm so glad you introduced us."
Later, he will wonder what made him obey when Sephiroth told him to come closer.
Title: Practice Makes A Man
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Characters: Cloud, Tifa
Rating: G
Words: 138
Summary: Cloud practices whistling.
A/N: Written for the prompt by
windrider1: "Happy Cloud".Cloud had recently discovered whistling.
For years, he had assumed it was something he simply didn't have the skill for. (Zack, of course, had known how, but as carefully as Cloud had crafted his delusion, some things were beyond imitation.) The few times he managed one were moments of amazement, and that irritated him. Cloud may not have been normal, but surely whistling was something he could handle.
So Cloud started practicing. First, he was pathetic. Later, the wheeze began to turn into a sound.
He couldn't whistle entire songs yet, but he did manage short tunes, and managed them often. He thought his development was invisible, first, but then Tifa confirmed the opposite.
"I liked you better when you brooded."
Tifa turned to search her migraine pills, and Cloud couldn't stop grinning. There was nothing like success.
Title: Tease and Court
Fandom: The Dark Knight
Characters: Joker/Harley
Rating: PG for Joker?
Words: 355
Summary: Joker and his doctor connect.
A/N: Written for the prompt by
the_wanlorn: "Arkham".One day, he gets pudding for dessert.
It's in a bowl and it's made of chocolate, and it looks like it will squish at the stab of a spoon. Joker licks his lips, and that's enough to drive the nurses out of their minds.
"There's a file inside it!" he hears from his cell after they scatter off, and laughs to himself. He does have fondness for blunt instruments.
A week later he gets to meet his doctor again, and her eyes are shiny with anticipation as he's brought in and seated before her. He likes how her bun is pulled tighter every time he sees her.
"I hate chocolate," Joker says. "But I loved the gesture."
The doctor has practiced dealing with disappointment, he can tell, but it still takes long for his compliment to break through and sink. Her cool smile is much better, and she can almost hide the delight from her eyes.
"It's a pity they don't trust you with anything that has sugar." She adjusts the notepad in her lap, twirls her pen. "You have come far enough to deserve a reward."
She is on the right track with that, he has to admit. He grins. "Maybe the next time," he drawls, dragging the tip of his tongue over his mouth, "they won't even look for a key."
Between blinks, he sees uncertainty. The doctor touches her hair before replying: "Maybe the next time, you get to eat it."
"Of course." He bows his head. "Forgive my sense of humor."
He doesn't look up. He doesn't listen to her breath. He takes a moment to miss his suit and shoes, and lifts his head to see she's no longer hiding how drunk she is with him.
She believes they're connected, and she isn't wrong. He never expected she would be this much fun.
"Forgiven." She squares her shoulders, touches her hair again. "Now, let's talk more about your daughter."
She leans back in her chair, and he shifts into a more comfortable position in his. Her legs are jittery and restless as she crosses her ankles. He finds that cute.
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