#ac verse

[azure-steel]

Continued from here - @cloudyfenrir

He offers an amused nasal hum at the question. Fair to say that the pair of them were so oblivious they struggled to see anything beyond the ends of their own noses.

Just one of surprisingly many things the twins had in common.

High time to spell it out to Rain, what exactly Cloud had planned for this place.

"The guy wanted a quick sale, I made an offer." He states simply, strolling over to one of the many thick steel beams in the centre of the space. He places a single hand on the cool metal as if testing its durability.

"I figure that, over time, Strife Delivery will shrink and become integrated into whatever you want to call your side of things. Maybe I could start actually helping you with the builds, get a truck - a decent one. Maybe eventually expand into renovation, extensions, that kind of thing." He glances over to his brother then, that faint grin still tugging at a single corner of his mouth.

"We did a pretty good job on Tifa's bar, right? And Edge is still growing, people are always crying out for carpentry and construction workers."

A pause, just to give Rain a moment for everything to start sinking in, maybe even realise that this place was actually a gift, not a proposition.

"The nightmare's over, Rain. Now's the time for dreams... I didn't do this for me, I'm just here paying my dues. And you're owed more than most, yeah?"

[bunysliper]

Chapter 3 - The Right Kind of Overboard (What Happens in AC Verse)

Words: 2,425 Genre: Romance/Drama Rated: T Character: [Kate B., Rick C.]

Summary: "She's better off with me and I'm better off with her." In every universe, they're better off together. Caskett. A Collection of Alternate Universe Oneshots. Meeting AUs, Job AUs, Canon Divergent AUs, All the AUs - All Caskett. Castle Ficathon Winter 2021

[finalhxaven]

@cavusvitae​ An AC Happy Birthday

☆ Quiet, within the bar she closed for an evening. One single evening, where people complained and some asked for a gin and tonic to go. Their huffs fell on deaf ears as a bartender paced about her work area. Unsure. For she had never been the best baker, nor one to give good surprises. And in newly repaired relationship, there was tension to make what was considered a good first impression all over again. How to convey that someone is special. Flicker of doubt in vermilion irises were shaded by long lashes. She would not tell him. That every step felt teetering that she might mess up. 

A deep breath. Not today. Don’t do that today, Lockhart. Her commitment to try was what kept her in the kitchen till dusk, and in hearing chime of the back door she still did not stop, and instead called out to him. 

“—In here!” Sound of steam hissing from stew pot in the distance and small drops of icing formed into uneven flowers around his name by the center of a cake. 

I want to try. Even if... I don’t know if he’ll like it. Or if he’ll like any of this. 

I still want to try. 

[higurehige]

@chocoboyo

They had spotted the man on his usual delivery route, one he strayed off of from time to time, but almost always fell back to. It had taken careful planning and several staged events- convenient meetings, roadblocks, and a handful of harmless 'accidents, to herd him down the right alley where he would find himself effectively surrounded, but so far, everything had played out smoothly.

Hopefully it remained that way.

"We jus' want the bag, lad," Blackthorne stated neutrally, taking a careful step forward, one hand extended, the other on the ax at her side.

From the other side of the alley, her second in command - an absolute bear of a woman, readied herself to grab him if he should try to run.

"Would be best to do as she says," the one-eyed Russian huffed with a deceptively friendly grin. "We are not so soft,"

[edge-lorb-meta-knight]

Closed rp with @forgotton-galaxy-knight

((This is for my animal crossing crossover!))

As the train came to a slow stop, a yellow-eyed, dark-blue cat grabbed his travel bags and waited for the train’s doors to slide open. When they slid aside, the passenger stepped onto the platform with his suitcases wheeling behind him. He had just arrived at his new home.

Meta exited the train station and stepped into what was called Dreamtown, supposedly run by a mayor named Dedede. Perhaps he would come to meet him? With questions buzzing in his head of what would happen in his new life in the small town, he travelled down the path to find the address that belonged to his newly built home.

The cat arrived at a small house with his new address. There was a blue roof, a metal exterior, a square metal door, and green hedges surrounding the small building. Ah, just like he ordered. Meta unlocked the door with a key he was given beforehand, and he entered with his bags in tow.

It seemed the moving company had already come an gone, seeing all the boxes of his items stacked around. The cat was tired, but he felt the need to get it all done now. He set his suitcases aside and opened the first box that contained the wallpaper and flooring.

[edge-lorb-meta-knight]

((I went ahead and designed kirby crossing Meta knight's house in AC HHD! Thanks Kyle for liking sleek furniture. @forgotton-galaxy-knight have a look! Do you want me to do one for Galacta's house?))

[azure-steel]

Continued from here. @marchingasone

Of course, he didn't trust Reno - of all people - with the kids. They'd take care of themselves before Cloud would even consider leaving them in the Turk's care.

But Reno didn't need to know that, just something about making him reconsider his own existence on this planet was far more entertaining than Strife knew was good for him.

Rare were the visits up here to Healen Lodge, but work was work when all was said and done, and in the arduous process of restraining the smile threatening to crack his face in two, the blond simply jots down the details for Rufus' latest supply delivery.

"Well, I figured as I service this particular site at a reduced rate you'd be more accommodating." A low disinterested grumble as he slips the clipboard Reno's way with the obligatory 'Sign here please'.

"And how hard can it be, yeah? I mean you spend most of your day wiping the president's ass. At least mine can move around on their own and toilet trained." A non-committal shrug to accompany that sneaky twist of the proverbial knife in Reno's side.

[scorching-passion]

Bed time stories for Bijou were not the traditional kind. Often daft and read from servicing manuals from the many bikes and cars Roche serviced at his repair centre. He would add voices and personality traits to each vehicle as he would read about their maintenance and mechanics.

Bijou's favourite was, in fact, about the Hardy-Daytona and asked for that one often. She always wanted to be a "Bike Doctor" like her dad when she grew up, if only to meet a "Harly-Baby" of her own.