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Hey everyone, I'm new here, but bringing a couple of drabbles. Aside from RP I'm pretty new to fanfic, but Crisis Core's release sort of struck me with inspiration I guess.
Concrit is very much appreciated, or feedback of any kind for that matter. I might write more eventually or something more developed. For now, a selection 8D None are really quite Clack, but most can be implied I think?
Author: shadowededen
Title: One Week
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Cloud, Zack.
Summary: Cloud has learned to be wary, but Zack doesn't comprehend the very idea of such a thing. Fluffy? Details the first few days of Cloud and Zack's friendship. This can be seen as sort of AU'd from CC or perhaps after Modeoheim or something? I don't know, I had the image in my head xD
Word Count: 284
He’d been there for seven days. And every day was the same.
On the first, the black haired SOLDIER sat further down the table from him, just within the boundaries of Cloud’s personal space, but far away enough that the grunt didn’t feel too uncomfortable.
The second day was the same, although Cloud was convinced that he’d moved closer. When the SOLDIER finished and went to leave, he left in his wake a brilliantly bright smile.
When the third day came, Cloud picked somewhere even more out of the way to sit, and watched the queue shift. He saw the SOLDIER walk past his friend’s table and seek him out, and for all he tried to shrink into the wall, he found himself falling victim to a vigorous handshake and another huge grin.
Zack came and sat with him on the fourth day as well. Cloud doesn’t talk much, but it was alright, because Zack yammered for about ten people.
By the fifth day, Cloud knows that if he doesn’t greet Zack with a smile, he’ll spend ten minutes having to assure him nothing’s wrong. So he offered up a tremulous ghost of Zack’s, and the SOLDIER seemed to be satisfied with it. At least, he talked even more than the day before.
Come the sixth day, Cloud had accepted Zack’s presence as inescapable. But it doesn’t make it any less headache inducing.
On the seventh day, Zack caught him in the corridor, clapping him on the shoulder. He jerked his head towards the elevators, and smiled that devastating smile, and spoke with a voice which was warm and friendly but brooked no argument. “I know a great place in Sector One. My treat.”
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Title: Night of Seclusion
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Zack, Cloud.
Summary: Zack copes. He has to. He's never really had a choice, after all.
Word Count: 311
Zack can cope with whatever gets thrown his way. He coped when Angeal deserted him (and Shin-Ra), coped when Angeal attacked him, coped when Angeal - and isn’t it ironic how a great deal of this centres around Angeal, the one who’d said he’d always be there - asked for his help in ending suffering. He’d coped with Sephiroth’s stifling quiet, coped with becoming a First and having to lead when he’d always been the one led (the youngest since Sephiroth himself), and had coped with having to be the one to kill Angeal.
He’d coped with it all, even through the fire and madness of Nibelheim, and five years later, a stray dog, he was coping with looking after Cloud, even though the bitterness that made his skin prickle was not just the product of four years spent in a Mako tank.
Cloud lies slumped against him, head over his heart as though the steady beat is helping him, wherever the hell it is he’s gotten to. Zack’s eyes shift from his sleeping form to their surroundings, watching, waiting for the attack he knows will come. They have, after all, started already. He’s not tired, not yet, the Mako is still pulsing in him, but he wishes that he could just rest.
But not yet. He has to wait, until Cloud is safe, and then he’ll rest. It can’t take that long to wear off. Cloud, after all, as far as Zack’s concerned, can get through anything. He tells him so, hooking his arm around him and holding him briefly before he hears the telltale whirr of machinery on the hunt.
Tucking Cloud amidst the rocks and the long grass, he rises, hefting the Buster Sword in his hands. A glance is cast over his shoulder, where he can just see Cloud’s blond hair.
“I hope it’s good, where you are, chocobo-head. Save a spot for me, yeah?”
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Title: Memorare
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Cloud
Summary: He might have called it haunting, if he knew what it was that was haunting him.
Word Count: 142
Cloud isn’t sure of much. More and more frequently he’s been feeling as though his whole life is just a stitched up patchwork quilt shrouding whatever should be there. But it doesn’t matter, not really, because he can’t begin to think of what might be under it, isn’t even sure that he wants to know.
He can’t remember ever sleeping without dreaming. They go hand in hand with him, or perhaps not, because it never feels so much like sleeping as it does dreaming with his eyes closed. As far as he knows, he might be awake the whole time.
They’re always the same, or similar at least. White outs, and static, and his heartbeat loud in his ears, and a cacophony of voices reaching out for him.
He’s sure that he should know the voices. But he can never recognise them.
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I hope they're enjoyable, and I love the comm so far <3
Concrit is very much appreciated, or feedback of any kind for that matter. I might write more eventually or something more developed. For now, a selection 8D None are really quite Clack, but most can be implied I think?
Author: shadowededen
Title: One Week
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Cloud, Zack.
Summary: Cloud has learned to be wary, but Zack doesn't comprehend the very idea of such a thing. Fluffy? Details the first few days of Cloud and Zack's friendship. This can be seen as sort of AU'd from CC or perhaps after Modeoheim or something? I don't know, I had the image in my head xD
Word Count: 284
He’d been there for seven days. And every day was the same.
On the first, the black haired SOLDIER sat further down the table from him, just within the boundaries of Cloud’s personal space, but far away enough that the grunt didn’t feel too uncomfortable.
The second day was the same, although Cloud was convinced that he’d moved closer. When the SOLDIER finished and went to leave, he left in his wake a brilliantly bright smile.
When the third day came, Cloud picked somewhere even more out of the way to sit, and watched the queue shift. He saw the SOLDIER walk past his friend’s table and seek him out, and for all he tried to shrink into the wall, he found himself falling victim to a vigorous handshake and another huge grin.
Zack came and sat with him on the fourth day as well. Cloud doesn’t talk much, but it was alright, because Zack yammered for about ten people.
By the fifth day, Cloud knows that if he doesn’t greet Zack with a smile, he’ll spend ten minutes having to assure him nothing’s wrong. So he offered up a tremulous ghost of Zack’s, and the SOLDIER seemed to be satisfied with it. At least, he talked even more than the day before.
Come the sixth day, Cloud had accepted Zack’s presence as inescapable. But it doesn’t make it any less headache inducing.
On the seventh day, Zack caught him in the corridor, clapping him on the shoulder. He jerked his head towards the elevators, and smiled that devastating smile, and spoke with a voice which was warm and friendly but brooked no argument. “I know a great place in Sector One. My treat.”
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Title: Night of Seclusion
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Zack, Cloud.
Summary: Zack copes. He has to. He's never really had a choice, after all.
Word Count: 311
Zack can cope with whatever gets thrown his way. He coped when Angeal deserted him (and Shin-Ra), coped when Angeal attacked him, coped when Angeal - and isn’t it ironic how a great deal of this centres around Angeal, the one who’d said he’d always be there - asked for his help in ending suffering. He’d coped with Sephiroth’s stifling quiet, coped with becoming a First and having to lead when he’d always been the one led (the youngest since Sephiroth himself), and had coped with having to be the one to kill Angeal.
He’d coped with it all, even through the fire and madness of Nibelheim, and five years later, a stray dog, he was coping with looking after Cloud, even though the bitterness that made his skin prickle was not just the product of four years spent in a Mako tank.
Cloud lies slumped against him, head over his heart as though the steady beat is helping him, wherever the hell it is he’s gotten to. Zack’s eyes shift from his sleeping form to their surroundings, watching, waiting for the attack he knows will come. They have, after all, started already. He’s not tired, not yet, the Mako is still pulsing in him, but he wishes that he could just rest.
But not yet. He has to wait, until Cloud is safe, and then he’ll rest. It can’t take that long to wear off. Cloud, after all, as far as Zack’s concerned, can get through anything. He tells him so, hooking his arm around him and holding him briefly before he hears the telltale whirr of machinery on the hunt.
Tucking Cloud amidst the rocks and the long grass, he rises, hefting the Buster Sword in his hands. A glance is cast over his shoulder, where he can just see Cloud’s blond hair.
“I hope it’s good, where you are, chocobo-head. Save a spot for me, yeah?”
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Title: Memorare
Fandom: Compilation of FFVII
Characters: Cloud
Summary: He might have called it haunting, if he knew what it was that was haunting him.
Word Count: 142
Cloud isn’t sure of much. More and more frequently he’s been feeling as though his whole life is just a stitched up patchwork quilt shrouding whatever should be there. But it doesn’t matter, not really, because he can’t begin to think of what might be under it, isn’t even sure that he wants to know.
He can’t remember ever sleeping without dreaming. They go hand in hand with him, or perhaps not, because it never feels so much like sleeping as it does dreaming with his eyes closed. As far as he knows, he might be awake the whole time.
They’re always the same, or similar at least. White outs, and static, and his heartbeat loud in his ears, and a cacophony of voices reaching out for him.
He’s sure that he should know the voices. But he can never recognise them.
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I hope they're enjoyable, and I love the comm so far <3