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[Original Tumblr post] Prompt: Never have I ever cross dressed to get information out of a mob boss.

The look Cloud gave Barret was positively acidic as he leaned in to grab his shot glass, freezing as Rude snorted and passed Reno a bottle to refill his own. The Turk smirked, winking. “What, you think that’s new or somethin? Pretty face ain’t just your thing.”

“I don’t want to hear about it,” Cloud muttered, giving him a wary look.

“You sure? Cause it was pretty great, broke up a trafficking ring. Fried a guy’s balls. Good times.” His grin went even wider as every man there shuddered and shifted on their barstool.

“You’re shameless,” Tifa chided.

“’m multitalented,” he defended, waggling his brows.

“A’right that’s disturbin’ - next,” Cid waved them on.
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[Tumblr post] From the Sickfic Prompts list, Not a Word - (character) said they don’t get sick, and isn’t in the mood for anyone to remind them while they recover; takes place after 99.9% Immunity

Genesis and Angeal had come through for Sephiroth on the whole, the first of which putting out full-on diva persona to draw attention and generally being a pain in the ass. Normally an annoyance, it was as much a relief as Angeal being the one handling things in a more official, face-of-SOLDIER capacity, as they were both keeping him out of view of anyone who might notice his compromised condition. It wasn’t terrible, exactly, but he was unfortunately rather aware of the same hyper-sensitivities that were so normal to Genesis, leaving him unfortunately inclined to sniff and clear his throat. Which was something he could keep quiet, it wasn’t nearly so bad as the temptation after a while to sneeze, throat getting irritated towards a cough.

Instead of staying at headquarters where he might be called in to deal with people, he spent the day taking a rather mundane mission to clean out some monsters that were coming in closer around the chocobo ranch - ShinRa was rather invested in the breeders there, to help with their own small stable that the Chocobo Scouts used. He rode his own black out, the bird increasingly neglected as he was caught up in things around Midgar, no longer free to run such wide stretches as he had in Wutai; it felt good to ride again but he was feeling rather run down when he came back and spent a little while in the stables getting himself more composed. Having thought he was alone, he’d given in, sneezing twice with a single quiet cough and sighing in irritation. At least this would pass s-

“Bless you, sir?”

Sephiroth stiffened, green eyes narrowing as they swept the stable and landed on a single trooper. Irritated and perhaps slightly embarrassed, he went to say something only to have to duck away with only a brief, sharp tingle to warn of a third oncoming sneeze. Sniffing a single time, he fixed the smaller man with a dark glare. “Not another word.”

Even with most of his face masked by his helmet, it was clear that he’d gone drastically pale. Satisfied that he’d made an impression and that nothing would be said even once he was gone, Sephiroth swept inside to head back to his apartment. Thankfully this would pass soon.



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[Tumblr post] From the Sickfic Prompts list, Insult to Injury - as if being injured wasn’t enough, (character) is getting sick too

While Cloud wasn’t by any means comfortable with the origin of his enhancements, it mostly had benefits. It boosted his strength, speed, magic and stamina - inhuman, but useful. After the mess with the Remnants, he was trying to find more ways to make that useful. A lot of it was clearing monsters, especially around Edge where his family was, but also along the pathways he was establishing as his own trade route, leaving it safe for others to begin to use as Reeve and the WRO got the economy moving again.

For a while, it had also had the benefit of making him seemingly immune to infections and illness, barring status effects and unfortunately not counting his motion sickness. After the Geostigma, though, it was like something had weakened a little. Maybe it was because he was run down too, or the lucky hit a Kalm Fang had gotten in when he’d been surrounded by a small pack. It wouldn’t have normally been a problem, but ever since Meteor had crushed the reactors there had been slow, steady leakage and radiation from them. Anything that wasn’t killed came out stronger, and it would take a little while for his healing to completely seal up the shallow slashes over his ribs and hip.

Cloud cleared his throat carefully, sipping from the canteen he kept tucked in one of Fenrir’s compartments, and sighed; it helped the uncomfortable burn that had settled there. He wasn’t sick enough to be worried, it was unlikely anything could get that deep a hold on his immune system even now, but it was inconvenient and it still hurt. His breathing wasn’t quite careful enough after, though, and his breath caught, a cough making him wince and brace his side as the movement pulled at his injury. He tensed against a second, breathing shallowly and trying to resist. The last thing anyone needed with an injury in the vicinity of their ribcage was to start coughing. So of course that was exactly the sort of thing he was dealing with. Ugh.

It calmed down after a minute and he lifted his shirt, checking to see if it had disturbed the bandages enough to merit a change. Apparently not, which was fortunate. He’d just have to be more careful until his healing kicked in. Maybe by then whatever illness was trying to creep up on him would give up, too.

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A prompt given for some post-DOC Strifesodos. [Tumblr post]



It was a quiet morning, and even though Genesis was better at mornings than he used to be, he still preferred to ease into them. All the better ones that Cloud had stayed the night, waking to his warmth against him even though Cloud always seemed to wake up first.

They were settled on the porch in comfortable silence when Cloud spoke up. “I dreamt about you last night.”

Genesis arched a brow, glancing at him. “Ohh? Something requiring a reenactment, I hope?”

Cloud huffed, giving his shoulder a light shove even though he was smiling. “No, not that. It was something different. I think… maybe it was in Junon? There was a lot of water, and it was cold and rainy. You brought me hot chocolate and picked on a really awful scarf I was wearing.”

Genesis’ expression softened a little and he nodded, reaching over to brush one unruly spike of blond hair out of his lover’s face. “That happened, yes. Angeal was trying to teach Zack to knit, and he used the absolute worst colors for all of us. You made it work, I suppose. I actually found it rather cute.”

Cloud relaxed with a small smile, relieved it was a real memory. Since reuniting, they’d spent time working on it off and on as he was ready, bits and pieces.

Genesis was privately pleased that so many that came back naturally were of them together, even in times they weren’t yet ‘together’ - it felt good, to give that back to him. Especially after helping take so much away.

A light nudge at his leg made him look to Cloud, who gave him a knowing look. “None of that. It was a good dream.”

“Even better awake?” He asked softly, smiling when Cloud leaned in for a coffee-flavored kiss.

“Even better.”
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PROMPT: I hope Fancy Boots over there has good aim, because we’re only going to get one shot at this guy. [Tumblr post]



Cid leaned back from where he’d been looking around the mountain, chewing on his cigarette a long moment as he looked back to the former SOLDIER currently leading this crazy train. “You sure about this?”

“He’s our best chance,” Cloud said.

“We’re only gonna get one shot before we’re targets, an’ we’re an awful ways away,” Cid reminded him, pointing across the mountain at the nestled hatchlings and their . “That’s a good thirty fuckin’ yards at an angle that’d make you sweat with a scope. An’ all he’s got is that fuckin’ pea shooter-”

The report of the gun would have been enough for a pause in conversation, but watching the entire nest buckle in on itself stopped Cid entirely. The shift of weight sent it sliding, rocks around it shifting ominously and the dragon fixating on saving it’s young immediately.

Vincent examined his gun a moment, glancing back to Cloud. “We can go around. It won’t bother us.”

Cloud nodded and started to lead them into the mountains, and Cid fell in step with the stranger they’d picked up.

“The fuck was that about?” He asked, though he kept his voice low in deference to not drawing attention. He still had to wait a while before he got an answer, a small frown turning the supposedly-former-Turk’s lips down.

“Never underestimate what a mother will do for her offspring, Captain,” Vincent advised. “If you can keep her focused on them, she’ll do whatever you like.”

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This was a prompt given to [tumblr.com profile] up-sideand-down that I ran off with. [Tumblr post]

PROMPT: Angeal carving tiny wooden miniatures of his bfs in his free time. Someone from Shinra's Merchandising Department catches wind of it and by the next month, there are official ones being sold all over Midgar. Even though he owns the originals, Angeal still purchases a limited edition set anyway.



Angeal wasn’t prone to losing things; it came with not having started with enough that you could afford to, something he’d been grateful Cloud understood if no one else was quite level. So losing something was a special level of… something, somewhere more than annoyance but not quite distress. Especially if it was something important.

And no matter how crazy the PR people were getting, how accurate they were trying to be, their work - while nice - wasn’t his. He’d put more than detail into his carvings, damn it, he’d put love. It was in the way Sephiroth stood just a little more on his right leg than his left; the way Genesis’ hand was opened just before he’d beckon one of them to him; the way Zack’s head tipped to the side just like when he was really paying attention; the way Cloud’s brows were tight with absolutely ferocious determination. These were special things, and while yeah, he did buy some of the others, he wanted his own.

And they were missing.

Finally deciding he needed to enlist some help, Angeal headed down the hall to have a word with Genesis, letting himself in without really paying much attention to the energies that bumped comfortably against his senses. “Gen, I need your help. I’ve… what are you doing?

Genesis blinked slowly at him, lips twitching in a mighty effort not to smile. “… painting.”

“Painting,” Angeal repeated slowly. “What are you painting?”

“It’s a dragon!” Zack informed him.

“We thought, in light of what a good sport you’d been about this merchandising nonsense, that perhaps another gentler touch was called for,” Genesis explained. “Sephiroth, if you’d go get them…? And Cloud.”

“I’m not entirely certain he’ll be willing to come before he’s done,” Sephiroth warned, but rose from his seat and headed back towards Genesis’ study.

After some explaining and coaxing, Cloud came out with Sephiroth, carrying a sturdy box between them. They shared a long look, but eventually it was Cloud himself who was decided as the one to talk. “I’m sorry if you worried, we were hoping you’d still be finishing up evals for another hour.”

“With everyone else home, I wanted to be.” Angeal let himself be pulled into a seat, leaning into Sephiroth as the taller First settled at his side. “What’s going on?”

“We could tell that you never thought the copies that the merchandising department made were quite to your standards,” Sephiroth explained. “Given the diverse skill sets amongst the four of us, we’d thought perhaps something could be done.”

Angeal shook his head. “There’s got to be hundreds of them, out there, guys, you can’t fix them all. It’s fine.”

“I really don’t care about all the rest of them, Angeal,” Genesis said, gesturing to the box Cloud had placed gently on the table. “You, however, are quite the person of interest for all of us.”

Understanding was right on the edge of his thoughts. “You took my originals?”

“We were hoping to have them dressed up for when you got home,” Cloud said, dropping the front of the box to reveal the four figures he’d been missing, in varying states of dress. Outfits from quality materials, tiny stitchwork done with intense care and designed with an artists’ eye.

Feeling the earlier anxiety drain away, Angeal looked at the four of them with a wide grin. “I want the whole story.”

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There was a whole long post about this, but I'm just copying over my observations regarding the "Living Legacy" scene at the end of Crisis Core, where Zack hands over the Buster Sword before he dies. If you want to read the full thing, go to the Original Post Here.



This is not the first time that the Buster has been passed on, especially in this fashion. When Angeal dies - at Zack’s hand, and let’s not get into that mess beyond the painful parallel of how Cloud also feels he’s responsible for Zack’s death even though he had even less choice than Zack did - he passes on the Buster to Zack.

Now, in the English dub (which was the version I played through) Angeal says “Zack, you have my thanks. This is for you. *hands over the sword* Protect your honor, always.” And then Zack has an audio memory of Angeal’s comment at the beginning of the game - Embrace your dreams. If you want to be a hero, you need to have dreams and honor.

Now, let’s compare the English sub (which I’ve watched and found very interesting because it carries a different vibe most of the time):

“You did well Zack. I’m counting on you for the rest. *hands over sword* Never forget your pride.” This is then followed by the same audio memory, but again, with a slightly different vibe - Hold onto your dreams. If you want to be a hero you have to hold onto your dreams and also your pride.

I’m not going to pretend I understand the full significance of the changes between pride/dreams to fit the better cultural perception of the words, but I know enough to say that I do think that moment absolutely influenced how Zack handled that moment with Cloud. Another scene I would say had an effect was the time in Nibelheim (before everything goes wrong) when Zack thanks Cloud for reminding him what the Buster Sword means to him.

I think Zack took the burden of Angeal’s words very seriously (and I say “burden” absolutely referencing when Angeal says that honor can be quite the burden early on plus Gillian’s words on the sword representing the honor of the family.) And I think, as much as he loved Angeal (take that at whatever angle you like, but he did love him in some way,) he probably resented that. I think that was absolutely one of the things he meant when he asked “why is everyone always pushing things on me?” before the last fight with Genesis.

In light of that feeling, I think the last thing Zack intended was to give Cloud the same burden. Looking at Crisis Core only, I would say that I think it was definitely part of what vorpalgirl said: you’re gonna live/you’ll be my living legacy (alternatively, the proof that I existed) is a statement of fact, of the significance of the fact that Cloud is going to live on even though Zack died, that Zack managed to save at least one person he cares about when the others died well before this and even forced him to have a hand in it.

But it’s also motivation for Cloud, because he’s been with Cloud this whole time. He knows that Cloud is struggling (he hasn’t even been conscious until right before Zack left to make his last stand), he knows that Cloud struggled with his self-esteem anyway before all this, and he probably knows that a standard thing that keeps people out of SOLDIER is if they don’t have the willpower/sense of self to make it through the process. That’s a really big thing to ask of a teenager, I remember that much of those years personally. A teenager is still figuring out who the hell they are in that weird not a kid/not an adult half state, this is a big deal and it’s no shock that Cloud “fell short” there - most people probably did.

But Zack is giving Cloud something here, he’s giving him something to focus on because he won’t be able to talk to Cloud all the time or carry him on anymore. All he has left to give are his sword to protect himself, his words to remember and his life so Cloud has a chance at all, and the last one is running out fast.

He never wanted to pass on the burden that Angeal did. He never wanted to push things on Cloud the way they were always pushed on him. But he knew Cloud needed an anchor still, and he couldn’t physically be there to hold his hand anymore, he could barely lift his own blade.

I don’t think he ever imagined it would have ended up that way, that Cloud could even do that, but he did succeed in one thing at least - he gave Cloud a way to hide behind him, until he was ready to stand on his own. And in Advent Children, even though there’s tears in his eyes to have to choose between Sephiroth and Cloud (and he’s lost Sephiroth, don’t get me started on my theories about what Zack was up to in AC) he manages a smile in his voice as he offers Cloud that same bit of strength, that quiet vote of confidence when he’s nearly destroyed again, and helps him back up before he goes.

(The Zack during ACC thing is HERE)

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[Original Tumblr post] The screen shots that went with this are easier to see on the Tumblr post, if you have trouble seeing the detail here.




 
[personal profile] vorpalgirl asked about my thoughts on what Zack was up to during ACC so all feels-related complaints can be directed to her. Now, let’s get started.

First, take a look at the pictures.

Done? Great. Let’s discuss ACC, and the way people kinda ignore the whole “dead stay dead” idea. Sephiroth is the most obvious example, but Aerith and Zack are clearly more than figments of Cloud’s imagination - they both actively take part in events.

With the healing rain/holy water, it’s pretty obvious how Aerith takes a physical effect on things. She also takes Cloud’s hand during the fight with Bahamut Zero, joining in with everyone else in giving a literal and figurative boost to his strength. Notably, though, Zack isn’t there. Zack doesn’t show up at all, in fact, until Cloud has taken quite a beating from Sephiroth.

So seriously, where was Zack?

It’s at this point that we need to remember that, while Zack was never as close to Sephiroth as Angeal and Genesis once were, they were friends. And Zack Fair does not give up on people, you have to literally take the decision out of his hands. Looking at you Angeal.

Obviously, Sephiroth has been around as a spirit entity - which is also the position Zack and Aerith have been in. Sephiroth, who is just a shadow of himself made of malice and anger, twisted from the man Zack once knew. But that doesn’t mean Zack wants to write him off.

I absolutely believe that in ACC, Zack spent his time trying to talk Sephiroth down. That may even be what compromised Kadaj’s ability to sense that Rufus had Jenova’s remains in a box under a blanket all that time. Cloud, he knew, had plenty of support. But Sephiroth? Sephiroth was the Nightmare, son of the Calamity, Jenova’s favorite son, and he had no one but Zack left.

Sephiroth toys with Cloud. Is it malice or distraction? Likely both. Sephiroth has years of experience over Cloud - many of which were on the warfront, but also fighting the likes of Genesis and Angeal - in addition to formal training in combat and strategy. There is no reason Cloud should win if Sephiroth had his mind together. Blame Jenova, blame his breakdown, blame the fact that he has no frame of reference of how to handle all that emotion - here, even, blame Zack.

For most of the fight, Zack isn’t there. Then, when Sephiroth is going for the kill, Zack pulls Cloud into the realm of “other” that Aerith had done before. And with tears in his eyes where Cloud can’t see them, he asks if he needs help to take him down.

If you’ve forgotten, go take a look at the screencaps above to see the sword Zack has.

Yes, it’s the Buster Sword. But this isn’t something he conjured from his mind, in the condition he last held it. This isn’t even something one would picture Cloud imagining - not that he’s facing Zack to see him, anyway. This is the same sword that Cloud left on the cliff. The same sword that is mysteriously polished and placed in Aerith’s church at the end of the movie.

Zack, as much as the thought pained him, was ready to fight Sephiroth one more time. He was ready to step out of his place in the Lifestream, having gone to get the blade his mentor had given him, that he had given Cloud, and take up the fight.

Like the last fight of his life, there are tears in his eyes because for all his efforts, Zack wasn’t able to save Sephiroth. Cloud may never know the kindness he did his friend to spare him the pain of having to help put him down again, but at the end of the pep talk Zack gives him, there’s a smile on his face.

Relief.

This doesn’t have to be his fight, and Cloud is strong enough to make it on his own. Zack has lost one more friend for good, it’s a bittersweet victory. But he does meet him one last time in the church. He doesn’t say anything, his wave is slow, a little uncoordinated - I imagine it was one hell of an effort to get the strength to be ready to do what he did, Zack doesn’t have the heritage to give him any advantage there, it’s pure will driving him then. But that’s not really a new thing for Zack.

… so yeah, THAT is what I headcanon as happening regarding Zack during ACC.

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