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Title: The Price That Keeps On Paying
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII & Final Fantasy XIII
Characters/Pairing: Lightning/Tifa
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; sex, violence, war
Prompt: Damage at ff_yuri_drabble
Words: 300
Spoilers?: None
Author's Note: Yet another AU.
Theirs is a courtship conducted in violence. Before they know each others’ first names, they know each others’ reflexes, each others’ strength and speed. They don’t even need to think to anticipate the flash of a bullet or the angle of a kick.
They’re assigned to drag an old satellite back to the base for salvage, and on the dilapidated bridge they share their reasons for fighting.
Government destroyed half my world. My family died. Radiation poisoning.
Took my sister for experiments. She died a monster.
They stare at the stars as they explain, wrapping details around the steely facts until they don’t sound used to it anymore.
The first time they hold hands, it’s on a rusty metal catwalk over a rotten, reeking swamp, and Tifa nearly crushes Lightning’s bones as the taller soldier fishes a bullet out of her comrade’s shoulder.
The first time they have sex, it’s in a hastily pitched tent on an ice cap. Neither of them sees anything they haven’t seen before, between sharing communal showers and emergency first aid and frantic disguise-changes in the first nook they can find.
What’s new is the hint of gentleness in Lightning’s lips, the faint glimmer of happiness in Tifa’s eyes.
And then the night is over, and they scramble into their clothes and hope that their comrades didn’t hear them, and there’s no time to think about anything but the trek and the bombs they have to plant.
When the war is over, they’ll work out what this means. Until then, they’ll hold on to each other however they can.
In a smoldering wreck of a ship orbiting a desert moon, they look at each other and realize that their side cannot win this war.
They cling to each other, because they’re going to try anyway.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII & Final Fantasy XIII
Characters/Pairing: Lightning/Tifa
Rating/Warnings: PG-13; sex, violence, war
Prompt: Damage at ff_yuri_drabble
Words: 300
Spoilers?: None
Author's Note: Yet another AU.
Theirs is a courtship conducted in violence. Before they know each others’ first names, they know each others’ reflexes, each others’ strength and speed. They don’t even need to think to anticipate the flash of a bullet or the angle of a kick.
They’re assigned to drag an old satellite back to the base for salvage, and on the dilapidated bridge they share their reasons for fighting.
Government destroyed half my world. My family died. Radiation poisoning.
Took my sister for experiments. She died a monster.
They stare at the stars as they explain, wrapping details around the steely facts until they don’t sound used to it anymore.
The first time they hold hands, it’s on a rusty metal catwalk over a rotten, reeking swamp, and Tifa nearly crushes Lightning’s bones as the taller soldier fishes a bullet out of her comrade’s shoulder.
The first time they have sex, it’s in a hastily pitched tent on an ice cap. Neither of them sees anything they haven’t seen before, between sharing communal showers and emergency first aid and frantic disguise-changes in the first nook they can find.
What’s new is the hint of gentleness in Lightning’s lips, the faint glimmer of happiness in Tifa’s eyes.
And then the night is over, and they scramble into their clothes and hope that their comrades didn’t hear them, and there’s no time to think about anything but the trek and the bombs they have to plant.
When the war is over, they’ll work out what this means. Until then, they’ll hold on to each other however they can.
In a smoldering wreck of a ship orbiting a desert moon, they look at each other and realize that their side cannot win this war.
They cling to each other, because they’re going to try anyway.